dude look at his fingers in the last two

Last Minute Date (Jackson)

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Plot: there’s a date party happening. You wanna go. And Jackson needs a date. How about that…

Length: 2,549 words

Genre: fratboy!Got7

*I am still on hiatus/considered inactive but I had a little free time and I wanted to get my Jackson feels out… as well, this is inspired by a true story 👀

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The Same Boy || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: Being best friends with Ned was both a blessing and a curse: you got to see your crush, Peter, on a near daily basis, yet he doesn’t seem to like you that much, always remaining tight lipped and quiet whenever you were around.

Lucky for you, you can always count on Spider-Man to be there for you when you want to vent to him about your hopeless crush! But lately, it seems like your feelings are being split between Peter Parker and Spider-Man as you find yourself falling for both boys….}

warnings: none

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story; reblogs are fine!**

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The Raven Boys Reread Things

- Gansey’s a frappuchino drinking nerd I bet he can’t even handle real coffee


- Adam has a secret warning knock for monmouth. Its such a #clubhouse honestly these boys


- For some reason there are copies of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition all over the place?? I honestly can’t imagine who they belong to????? who would buy them???


- What the heck ever happened to Ashley? She was prepped to be a major character with all her knowledge about Glendower and connection to Declan and then she just vanishes completely?? Is she actually Piper, just pretending to be Ashley and picking up hot young men?


- Ronan collects his speeding tickets. What a dork. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm having a bad day, could I have some remus and sirius fluff?

While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.

“LILY!”

A muffled what carried through the apartment.

“Why the fuck,” Sirius yelled, “do we have honey mustard?”

Lily screamed something unintelligible back.

“WHAT?”

A short silence ticked by before Sirius’ phone buzzed against the table countertop. He closed the fridge door and padded over on bare feet. Swiping his phone, Lily’s message popped up.

Lily: there wasn’t regular mustard at the store

Sirius: wtf ???

Sirius: HONEY. MUSTARD.

Sirius: HONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lily: fuck off u piece of shit

Sirius: hOnEy!!

Sirius stared at the screen, waiting for the dot-dot-dot bubble to show up. When no response came, he sent three middle finger emojis and a skull. He dropped his phone onto the counter and reopened the fridge, grabbing the blasted yellow bottle. All he wanted was a good sandwich, was that too much to ask?

Scowling, Sirius squeezed the mustard onto his cheese, drawing a half-dog, half-dragon. A barely audible pop! came from behind Sirius, followed by a loud sneeze.

“Finally come to apologize?” Sirius asked.

“I think that usually comes after you regret summoning me.”

Spinning on his heel, Sirius faced a handsome stranger. The person leaned against the kitchen wall and Sirius sent a silent prayer to the heavens that this wasn’t someone Lily had a “sleepover” with. Hot damn, that smirk was doing things to Sirius. And those curls! He looked like Corbin Bleu’s identical twin, except with shorter hair and a sharper jaw line.

“You’re not Lily,” Sirius blurted.

The stranger raised their eyebrows. “No. Did you mean to summon someone else? Where’s the symbol?”

“What?”

“You know, the symbol you used to summon me,” the stranger spoke slowly.

“What?”

Sirius, confused as hell, watched the beautiful stranger push himself off the wall. They walked to Sirius and looked down at the mustard drawing closely.

They shook their head and whispered to theirself. “Prongs is going to lose his shit when he hears this.”

Who the hell was Prongs? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Partner? Sirius thought he was a much better fit for this beautiful stranger than Prongs. What kind of name is that, anyway? Sirius’ name was much cooler and he was funny, smart, pretty — the whole package deal.

“Well, as fun as this was,” the stranger interrupted Sirius’ thoughts, “time for me to go. Word of advice, stop drawing weird shit with mustard. And get some real mustard.”

They don’t like honey mustard! Sirius was in love.

Tilting his head slightly down, Sirius gave his best flirty smile, “If it’s been fun, why leave now?”

 The stranger’s lips twitched upwards. “Demon’s don’t mix pleasure with business.”

They snapped their fingers and with a pop!, they disappeared in a small puff of smoke.

“You’re not the beautiful stranger.”

A different person stood in Sirius and Lily’s kitchen.

The new stranger pressed a hand over their heart in offense. “I’m beautiful!”

Sirius had researched demons and how to summon them for two weeks. He practiced the symbol over and over — it looked exactly the same on his sandwich as last time!

“Wait,” the demon stared at the sandwich, “holy shit, are you the sandwich dude? Who summoned Moony with mustard?” They grabbed Sirius’ hand, shaking it eagerly. “It’s a pleasure to meet the legend.”

“Is Moony the one with curly hair?”

The demon dropped Sirius’ hand. “Yup. That’s our Moony. Shit, I’m so excited to tell him about this.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared before Sirius could ask anything more.

Sirius opened his bedroom door, yawning. It had been a long day at the garage and he needed a shower. Kicking the door shut, he turned to his closet and screamed bloody murder.

“Hello to you, too,” Moony said, sitting on Sirius’ bed.

“What, how, you,” Sirius’ mouth opened and closed. He croaked, “What?”

Moony suddenly looked shy, hunching their shoulders in slightly to make himself smaller. “I can go if you want.”

“NO!” Sirius coughed and calmly repeated, “No.” He looked at Moony’s lips, watching Moony nibble his lower one. “Uh, no, you should stay. Uh, do you want something to…drink?”

Moony shook their head. “I have to leave soon.”

Sirius shuffled his feet, disappointment and excitement mixing inside him. Gathering courage, he walked over to the bed and sat next to Moony.

“How long do we have?”

“Maybe three minutes.”

Sirius smiled, staring into Moony’s tawny eyes. “We’ve got time.”

They spent four minutes talking faster than Sirius’ had ever talked in his life, covering as much ground as possible. They did a fact for a fact, sharing as much information as they were comfortable with. Moony strayed from talking too much about being a demon, other than they had been a human once. Sirius made them laugh twice and Sirius was preening like a fucking peacock.

“I have to go,” Moony said.

“Could we do this again?”

Moony hesitated. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please? I’ll keep drawing with mustard until I summon you.”

Rolling his eyes, Moony said, “I’ll think about it. Now go shower,” Moony reached out and brushed their thumb across Sirius’ forehead, “you’re covered in grease.”

Two weeks later, Prongs appeared and pushed Moony into Sirius before disappearing with a pop!.

Three months later, Sirius held Moony’s’ hand for the first time while they walked in a park.

Four months later, Moony kissed Sirius on the cheek and disappeared.

He appeared again seconds later and pushed Sirius against a wall, kissing Sirius like their life depended upon it.

Two months later, Sirius wrote I love you in mustard and handed the piece of bread to Moony.

(Prongs appeared soon after and hugged them both, crying about how beautiful they were)

You Owe Me - Part 3

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,541

Summary: The reader has an interview with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. Having never seen Supernatural, the interview definitely does not go as planned.

Part 1 Part 2


“What about this one?” You ask holding up a little black dress. 

“Or this one?… Or this one?!” 

You glance at Jensen and he’s sitting on the edge of your bed with a confused look on his beautiful face. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You demand dramatically.

“Sweetheart, don’t over think it. Whatever you pick will be perfect.”

You roll your eyes and can’t help but smile at the adorable dumb ass in front of you. It’s only been 2 weeks since you two met but it seems like you’ve known him for years. 

“Shut up, Ackles.” You playfully mumble.

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The Day After

Jensen stumbled on set with a cup of coffee in his hand, he felt like he had barely left. Maybe because he hadn’t and not only because shooting had run late last night. A small smirk past Jensen lips of the memory of last night.

“Everyone ready?” Bob called out and Y/N did a finally check on Jared and Jensen’s hair. Jensen gave her a kiss his wife, who was also him and Jared’s hair and makeup artist, a kiss on the cheek before letting her step back behind the cameras.

Jensen took his place in front of Dean’s bed and Jared took his by the door to the room, when a frown slide across Jensen’s face. A pair of laces pink panties were peeking out from under the bed and Jensen bend over picking them up with two fingers.

“Guys I know Dean is a ladies man, but in the Bunker? Really?” Jensen looked over to see the set designers as well as Bob staring at each other, with confusion written all over their faces.

“You didn’t?” Jensen frowned at them still holding the panties with two fingers and his mind and eyes went to Jared. “Very funny dude.”

Jared instantly held up his hands in defence, “I didn’t do anything this time.”

“Oh for the love of…” Y/N ran out from behind the cameras and grabbed the panties from her husband’s hand replacing them with his cup of coffee. “They are mine you idiot! You took them off last night. Drink your coffee.” She scolded before she practically ran from set, leaving a gobsmacked Jensen and a laughing Jared and crew behind.

“I my defense it was dark,” Jensen muttered into his cup.

“In her defense you are still an idiot. Remember a blanket tonight. I hear the dog house is cold this time a year,” Jared laughed and placed a friendly slap to Jensen shoulder.

Jensen didn’t react he was too busy trying to come up with ways he could make this up to her. Maybe he could suffer through those dance lessons, she had been yammering about….  

Submitted by @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester and thanks to @percywinchester27 for chosing I should write Jensen when Sana couldn’t ;)

“what'sa matter with your fuckin’ kid, john?”

dean’s four and a half and he doesn’t like daddy’s new friends.  they’re huge and they spit a lot and they talk to dean from all the way up tall and make faces when he doesn’t talk back.  they smell sour like daddy’s beer.  he’s not supposed to be afraid but he’s scared of these big guys.  

“he just don’t talk much.”

daddy gets mad that dean doesn’t wanna talk.  nobody cares that sammy can’t talk yet but everybody wants dean to talk.  sometimes he wants to tell daddy stuff but it doesn’t feel good to say words so he doesn’t.  he likes when daddy leaves him alone with sammy and dean can show him the pictures in his books and it’s real quiet.  the place they’re at right now is not quiet.  it’s got music and lots of people and they’re all loud and not very nice.

“yeah well it’s fuckin’ weird.”

“what’s wrong with the new kid?”

dean’s sick of these fucking schools.  there’s a new one every month and dean’s counting down the days ‘til dad pulls him out of school altogether to hunt full time.  he’s gotta go for now so he at least knows enough to help sam with his homework, but god does he hate it.  the other kids don’t even know everything his dad does for them, everything they should be grateful for. all they care about is that dean’s jacket is too big and his jeans don’t reach past his ankles.  whatever. he doesn’t even want these fuckin’ kids to like him. hunters don’t need friends, and that’s all he’s going to be.

“he’s so weird.”

“what the hell is the matter with you, son?”

dean fucked up.  really fucked up.  he wasn’t supposed to meet back up with dad until tomorrow, thought he had one more night by himself.  he finished the job with a salt and burn before the sun even went down and headed straight for the bar.  if he’d known dad was heading back tonight, he never would’ve looked twice at the dude makin’ eyes at him but yeah, that’s where he fucked up.  dude bought him a drink and was getting cozy, fingers dancing along the top of dean’s belt above his ass.  so dean leaned over to whisper something stupid and flirty in the guy’s ear–why the fuck did he do that–when he caught sight of john, staring stone-faced from halfway across the bar. dean pulled away like he’d been burned but it was too fucking late and now dad’s trying to give him some kinda disappointed father speech like he’s actually been around the last two years since sam split.  bullshit.  dean shrinks down in the passenger seat.  what did he expect?  being himself has never exactly gone well for dean.

“just… knock it off with that weird shit”

what’s wrong with you, dean?

he’s somehow made it to 36 and it’s becoming clear that there’s something wrong with him. again. there’s always something wrong with him. broken in him.  sam’s greatest dream in life is to find a girl, marry her and probably have a million babies. dean’s dream… is for sam’s dream to come true. that’s about it. dean doesn’t want any of that shit for himself.  he thinks he’s supposed to. he thinks it’s not supposed to make his skin crawl and his throat feel tight when he imagines spending his golden years with some faceless imaginary chick.  dean’s just continuing his lifelong trend of not even being able to fake normality. weird.  broken.

no, you know what, fuck that.  dean’s felt weird and broken his whole goddamn life. there’s nothing fucking wrong with the way he loves his brother and the way he loved his mother and the way he loves cas. its not bad or less or a consolation prize. he’s different but he’s not fucking broken.

verum-exsolutus  asked:

The hunter was rubbing his eyes that next morning, a cup of coffee in his hand and his face looking weary. He slept well, but he was feeling exhausted from his activities last night. He enjoyed them, but he didn't enjoy the feeling of utter exhaustion after. He looked up as he took a sip from his mug and gave a half wave to Chott. "Mornin'."

The tall man walked into the kitchen, his heels dragging over the floor as his sweatpants sank lower and lower with each step.
Blue and black hair got ruffled by long, pale fingers, accompanied by a yawn.
“Morning.”

Chott, eyes still half closed, took a seat opposing Truth. Hands rubbing his face under a deep sigh and for a moment, the two seemed to be mirroring each other in exhaustion.
The boy looked up, blue eyes glancing at Truth only briefly before being closed again.

“Dude… What’s going on with Fawniss lately? You guys are banging harder and way more frequently than usual.”
Chott leaned back in his seat, finally opening his eyes to stare at a white ceiling.
“Did you do something to her or something? I couldn’t even sleep last evening so I just spent the night writing a new program. It didn’t work but I learned what NOT to do.”

Lovers Suite

“What?!” Tyler exclaimed through his phone. Josh sat across from the singer, his legs crossed and eyes glued to the brunette. Tyler stood up from his seat and paced back and forth, running his fingers through his chocolate brown hair frustratedly. Closing his eyes, he hung up and pressed both of his middle fingers against the temples of his head, massaging gently.

“W-what happened, Ty?” Joshua spoke up softly, his voice broke a bit. He was worried slightly, Tyler never got angry, especially at Mark. The singer sat back down next to his band mate, handing over his phone that glowed softly.

“Mark sent me this text,” Looking down at Tyler’s iPhone, he read the texts the two exchanged.
MARK: Hey dude, sorry this is so last minute but the hotel called me and they screwed up on your rooms. Instead the one room with two beds they booked a room with a king sized bed
YOU: Can you call them back and exchange it or whatever so we can get the two beds?
MARK: No dude, the hotels completely booked, there’s some convention going on tomorrow and everyone took everything.

Clearing his throat, Josh looked up to his best friend and forced a smile. “I tried to convince Mark to get us another hotel over the phone just now, he said all the hotels in this area are all booked as well,” Tyler sighed.

“We’re cuddling tonight?” Josh said, nudging the side of his band mate.

“Shut up dude,” Tyler snapped and turned his shoulder over to him. The two sat in silence together, the loud chatter around them grew as more people poured into the lobby of the hotel. After a few minutes with no words exchanged between the two, the singer rested his hand on Josh’s knee and looked over at him. “Well we might as well check in at least,”. Cracking a smile, the pink haired male nodded and stood up with his best friend. As the band mates approached a receptionist, Tyler cleared his throat and forced a smile. “Uhm- we have a room under the name Joseph,”

After a few moments of typing away at her keyboard the receptionist’s eyes lit up, “Aha,” she exclaimed and looked back up at the two, grinning widely. “The lovers suite, yes it’s ready for you two. Here’s your key, if you need any assistance to your room just let me know,”

Snatching the key card from her grip, Tyler scoffed, mumbling an audible “thank you” before taking off to the elevator.

“Ty, wait,” Josh exclaimed, slightly jogging after him. The singer nearly let the doors close in on his friend, but guilt draped over him and he quickly shoved his arm between the closing doors, causing them to open back up. “Dude,” the drummer huffed, looking over at the brunette sternly. “Come on, they just call it that because it has a big bed,”

“Lovers. Suite,” Tyler put emphasis on the T, gritting his teeth and pressing the Floor 8 button. Holding onto the two suitcases, Josh leaned against one of the walls of the elevator and closed his eyes. He was frustrated, not because he had to share beds with Tyler or because Tyler was upset. It was because he wanted the lovers suite. The drummer requested for a lovers suite, he wanted some intimacy with his best friend. And, of course, he knew it was a terrible idea.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened and Tyler swiftly walked out and towards the direction of their room. “Tyler…” Josh sighed and followed after him, practically dragging his feet. “Come on Tyler, I’ll sleep on the floor, you can have the whole bed to yourself,” As the singer approached their room, he glanced back over to his best friend and sighed heavily. He wanted this too, but he was so conflicted with emotions and his own personal relationship that all of his feelings just blended together forming angst and frustration. Before sliding the card to unlock the door, his phone buzzed. Ignoring it, Tyler swung the door open and headed straight to the bed.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” the brunette sighed and looked over at Josh as he walked into the room. “I’m just tired…. And hungry,” a small smile cracked on his face as he looked around the room curiously. His phone buzzed again, this time he decided to pull it out of his pocket and check who was texting him.

“Jenna texting you,” The drummer asked, jumping onto the bed next to his bandmate.

“Yeah, she wanted to know if we got to the hotel,”

“Are you two like… Official now,” That question was so big to Tyler. He wasn’t sure how he could answer it. Her name did have a heart emoji next to it, but Josh’s had five. Closing his eyes, he let out a heavy sigh and shook his head slightly.

“I don’t think she’s ready for so much responsibility,” the singer replied, locking his phone before placing it down on the bedside table. Josh kept his eyes locked onto his friend, he was surprised with the response he got.

“Oh,” He muttered and nodded slightly. “So, wanna get some food or maybe watch a film or something,” the pink haired male asked. The brunette nodded with a small smile. Josh sprung off of the bed and picked up the telephone next to their bed. “Whatcha want,” he hummed and over looked the menu that was hidden under the lamp.

“You,” Tyler bravely said, crawling on the bed towards his bandmate. Nearly hanging up the phone, Josh tried to laugh it off but was cut off by Tyler hugging his waist tightly. “Just kidding, I want a grilled cheese and French fries, please,”. Looking up at the drummer, the brunette smiled sheepishly and listened to his best friend order food for the two.

Once Josh hung up, he jumped back onto the bed and turned the TV on. It didn’t have many channels, HBO, the local news channel that seemed like it had a five hundred dollar budget, and infomercials. “Are we gonna watch ‘Pretty In Pink’, 'Get Abs Now!’, 'Look Twenty Years Younger!’, or the weather,” he asked, shifting around on the lumpy bed.

“Well, you have abs, I don’t want to look seven again, and I think we know the weather right now,” Tyler couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of him and his best friend touring as seven year old kids.

“Pretty In Pink it is,” he chuckled and flipped through the channels until it went back onto the 80’s romcom. Tyler quickly grew silent as he was drawn into the film. He didn’t like talking about it much, but he totally had a weak spot for romance films. Something about them just enchanted him, he always longed to find his soulmate. Something about love, he never imagined his life being very romantic, to him, he believed those things only ever happened in movies. As the two gradually got closer in bed, Josh found himself nervously wrapping his arm around the other. Tyler knew exactly what the drummer was doing, and instinctively snuggled his head on top of his chest carefully.

The band mates practically shot up and out of bed when room service knocked on the door loudly. Josh quickly gathered himself together, giving the brunette a reassuring smile, “Food,”. Opening the door, a cart was pushed in followed by a young male in a uniform. Watching the boy carefully, Tyler sat up from the bed and flattened out the sheets underneath him.

Once the boy left, the pink haired male took the plates of food over to the bed and chuckled quietly. “I don’t think we’re supposed to eat on the bed, but they did mess up on our room so I mean this is our way of retaliation,”. Smirking widely, the singer picked up a French fry and popped it into his mouth.

“Living on the edge, huh,” he said teasingly, chewing on the undercooked fry. “This food is terrible,” Tyler laughed and continued to eat.

“I heard girls like the bad boys, so I strive to be the baddest in the streets,” Josh giggled. Closing his eyes, he took a bite out of the hamburger he ordered and proceeded to shake his head. “Oh my gosh,” he mumbled with a mouth full of burnt hamburger patty. “This food really IS terrible,”

The two couldn’t finish their food, after about five minutes of eating they slowly lost their appetites because of how horribly cooked their dinner was. After putting the plates back on the dining table, Josh started to change out of his clothes. Slipping off his pants, he faced away from Tyler although he was almost completely positive that the singer was so involved in the movie that he didn’t even notice that the drummer was changing.

Eyes glued to the television, Tyler watched the movie intently. He was so sucked into the plot that he hardly noticed Josh shifting about. That was until he heard his belt buckle being fumbled about. Curiosity took over and his gaze shifted over to the male that faced away from him. His cheeks slowly grew a dark shade of pink when he saw Josh’s briefs. “Hey Ty,” the drummer hummed, pulling his shirt over his head before dropping it onto the floor.

“Y-yeah man,” the singer practically choked on his own tongue. He’s seen Josh shirtless before, way too many times actually. But, something about this felt different. More intimate almost.

“Is it okay if I sleep in my briefs,” he asked, turning around to find Tyler staring him down.

“Totally dude, I sleep in my boxers too so it’s no biggie,” he quickly tried to dismiss Josh, eyes shooting straight up to his bandmate’s face. It was difficult. The brunette wanted to look at Josh’s body. He wanted to admire all of him, but he wasn’t going to risk anything. “I guess I should change too huh,” Chuckling nervously, Tyler slipped out of his shirt quickly.

Josh knew his friend was flustered. Nothing screamed 'I’m nervous’ like a red face and airy laughter. Nodding to his bandmate, he crawled back into the bed and spectated the nervous boy next to him. “Are you sleepy,” he whispered to Tyler.

Struggling to get his skinny jeans off, the brunette nodded. Grunting once he was free from the tight jeans, he sighed in relief before quickly darting his legs under the blankets. He was so unsure if Josh was looking over at him or not, Tyler knew he had to act normal but it was so difficult for him when he was in the same bed with his bandmate and he knew they were both almost naked. “We should get some sleep,” he finally spoke up, turning on his side so his back faced towards the male beside him.

“O..kay…” Josh muttered, turning off the light on the bedside table and then the TV that was playing the credits for the 80s flick. He wasn’t too sure on what happened with Tyler or how his mood went from happy to serious. Pulling the covers over him, Josh faced towards his friend, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark room. “Good night Tyler,” he hummed.

“Night,”

That was it. No stories. No silly jokes told between the two. Just silence. The drummer slowly scooted himself closer to Tyler until his chest pressed against the other’s back. “Sorry,” he whispered softly, “I’m cold,”. The brunette just nodded softly. He couldn’t speak, feeling Josh’s skin against his was sending electricity up and down his back and through his fingertips and toes. Pushing back against his bandmate he sighed and hoped to fall asleep fast.

Just as he was drifting off, he heard Josh move around slightly, opening his eyes, Tyler waited for the pink haired male to stop moving. But, before he could hear Joshua contain himself, he felt something warm against his neck. Before he could realize what was happening, Josh’s hand started to run up and down Tyler’s side.

“What he HELL man,” Tyler jerked away, sitting up quickly and away from his friend. “What are you doing,” he exclaimed, eyes adjusting to the dim room.

Josh sat up slowly and covered his face in embarrassment. “Dude I’m so… So sorry,” his voice cracked slightly. The drummer wasn’t much of a crying type, he kept most emotions in to himself. But he was terrified.

“Sorry,” Tyler shook his head and pushed Josh slightly, “You kiss my NECK and think an apology is going to fix this,” The singer was more than flustered, the only thing he thought to do was to freak out.

“I messed up,” the shorter male brought his knees up to his chest and shook his head rhythmically. “I planned all of this… The room, everything,”. Silence once again grew between the two. Tyler was in shock. He couldn’t believe that his best friend set this all up. At this point, he started to feel a little bad. He knew Josh was lonely, but he never considered him to be THAT lonely.

“You planned to sleep in the same bed as me, why dude,”

“Because,” Josh fought back tears, his wobbly voice didn’t put up very well. Hearing how distraught his friend was, the brunette slowly started to calm down. “I think I might love you Tyler,”.

Those words hit harder than anything. Disbelief washed over him when he tried to comprehend it all. Tyler didn’t believe anyone could love him. He always thought to be destined to the single and lonely life. “Dammit Tyler,” Josh sniffled, raising his voice. “At least tell me you don’t love me, don’t just let me pour out my heart and not even give me an answer,”.

“Jishwa,” The singer whispered softly. He slowly started to shift over to the drummer next to him. “Jish,” he whispered again. Josh grew silent, tears streamed down his cheeks as he listened to Tyler coo. “Cmon my fren, spooky baby, talk to me,”

“Talk to you about what,” he replied, sniffling and wiping his tears away quickly. “The fact that I ruined all of this, dammit just tell me how you feel,”

“You’re my best friend, my number one,” the singer ran his thumb across his bandmate’s cheek softly, wiping away warm tears that continued to fall down. “I don’t think you ruined this, I think I ruined this,” Smiling softly, Tyler started to see Josh’s face as his eyes continued to adjust. “I ruined your plans, but can I make it up to you,” he hummed and continued moving closer until he was sitting on Josh’s lap. His tears quickly ceased, looking up at the boy who carefully sat in his lap.

“How do you make up my-” before the pink haired male could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. Tyler pressed his lips softly against his bandmate’s. It was odd at first, the singer wasn’t expecting Josh’s lips to be so soft, but he quickly grew accustomed to it. The first kiss was innocent, like two kids having their first kiss. Pulling away, the brunette giggled softly.

“We kissed,” he hummed, scanning his best friend’s face in the dark. “We actually kissed,”

“Can I kiss you,” Josh whispered, his hands cupped Tyler’s face as his thumbs slowly caressed his cheeks.

“You don’t need to ask me,” he replied, tilting his head towards Josh once more.

Nervously, Josh pushed his lips against the singer’s. As their gentle pecks quickly warmed up, the drummer got more comfortable. Their tongues greeted each other, touching softly before dancing together rhythmically. Pulling away, Tyler couldn’t help but smile. Still in the lap of his bandmate, he looked up at Josh and spoke up. “So we’re getting the lovers suite from now on, right,”

“Of course Ty,” he hummed, kissing the top of the brunette’s head. “But next time we’re going to a hotel with good food and TV channels,” Josh chuckled, wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist.

4

“I wonder if this is what Ray and Kendra felt like in 1958.” You wondered aloud to Jax as you two unpacked random things into an empty dorm room on campus. 

Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff happened in this small town (you don’t like listening to the big science explanation, you get the basics with Doctor Who references) and you and Jax were sent to see what’s going on. The biggest thing this town has is the university, anything big happening here would be happening on campus.

“I don’t know, maybe, but they were already kind of a couple when they went undercover, and, you know, it’s 1997, I think we’ll be better here rather than there.” Did you mention that you and Jax were going undercover as a couple? Maybe not, but you simultaneously couldn’t wait and didn’t want to think about it. Yes, you liked Jax, and yes, you wanted to be with him, but a fake relationship was indulging you and making your heart hurt. 

You only hoped Jax liked you too. Sometimes you thought so because of the way Jax (and Stein) acted around you sometimes. You two get caught taking glances at each other, and sometimes Jax holds your hand a little to long. (The first time was when Jax was teaching you some small things with the engines on the Waverider so you could help him in the future. Holding a screwdriver, he took your hand in his and you suspected that he’s tried to take every opportunity to touch your hand again.) But, yours and Jax’s possible (hopeful) relationship isn’t something to talk about now, time stuff is.

“Where does the team want us to go?” You asked, slipping on a faded and ripped jean jacket. 

“They traced it back to the quantum physics wing, of course, we might wanna go meet with one of the professors.” 

“Let’s head out then, yeah?” Jax nodded his head and you two exited the dorm room and walked down the corridor. As you two strolled down, Jax took his fingers and brushed them against yours l before linking your fingers together. You took a quick intake of breath and looked up at Jax, locking your fingers with his.

“We are a couple, right?” Jax asked, biting his lip. You smiled and nodded, and in doing so made a grin appear on Jax’s face. You hoped maybe this feeling will last for a while.


“So, dudes, what’s your guys’, like, favorite movies?” One of the two students asked us. You two had introduced yourselves to two of the quantum physics majors and they had wanted to hang out together with you and Jax. You and Jax happily complied, hoping to get more information about the shady things their university department was doing.

“Well,” you drawled, scooting closer to Jax in the booth seat you shared, “This one,” you pointed to Jax, “-likes those old-timey horror movie from the 50s and 60s.“ You two smiled at each other.

“And this one doesn’t like ‘em,” Jax retaliated, poking you playfully in your side. “They’re all to scary for them to handle.”

It’s true, you didn’t like horror movies, even cheesy ones from way back when. Jax had figured this out when you two had gotten Gideon to play a movie in your room and Jax insisted on his favorite genre. You couldn’t sleep for a little bit, but that just meant that Jax was super apologetic and offered to stay with you until you were okay again. Those moments, Jax decided to tease you with because you were scared of everything.

“Jax hates me for it.” You told the students.

“Nah, I could never hate you.” Jax told you, leaning over and kissing your cheek. You felt your stomach flip and you smiled so big.

“Aw man,” one student told the other, “-why can’t we be as cute as them?”


“If this isn’t terrifying.” You whispered to Jax as you two walked down in the empty basement of the science building. The power was out and all you two had for light was a small flashlight that could fit in the palm of your hand. You held the flashlight with your left hand snd with your other one you reached back to grab Jax’s hand. Jax squeezed your hand.

“Just see if you can see anything useful. If you see someone, don’t make contact with anyone.” Sara gave instructions through yours and Jax’s communication devices.

You heard footsteps slowly creeping to the place where you and Jax were. You shut off the flashlight and Jax drug you behind a few dust covered shelves. When Jax had drug you back he had grabbed you by the waist and held your back against his chest until you saw it was one of the campus security guards. The both of you had breathed a sigh of relief, but Jax didn’t immediately let go of you, and you didn’t want him to.


“I think I’m gonna miss this little dorm.” You thought out loud, looking at the bland and bare walls of the university dorm room.

“Really?” Jax asked, taking a look around the room.“We only spent one night in here, and I’m pretty sure it was because we were so tired after we fixed the time anomaly.“

“I don’t know why.” You looked at Jax, his 90s fashion making him look like Will Smith as the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.Yeah, you were gonna miss Jax’s arm around your waist and your hands locked in his, and wearing his way too big for you jacket when it got a little cold out. “Maybe I’ll just miss this. Hanging out here,” you paused, “-with you.”

Jax glanced down to the floor, and bit his lip. “Yeah, I’m gonna miss this too.”

You considered his words and you hoped you had courage to face rejection. “I think I’m gonna miss us the most.”

Jax shot his head up to meet your eyes and once he did, the biggest grin you have seen on him grew incredibly wide. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you Jax.” You told him, all sincerity in your voice.

Jax moved from the side of the room he had claimed over to you. He stood in front of you, you looking up to him because he was a little less than a head taller than you. Your breath was caught in your throat. “C-Can I kiss you?”

You subtly nodded your head, but Jax saw it all the same and leaned his head down and you leaned your head up to meet him. His lips touched yours and Jax lightly held your waist and you hooked one arm around his neck. You pulled him closer to you, but before you could he pulled himself away and held his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want this to end,” Jax whispered, taking your waist closer to him. You relaxed in his embrace, taking the arm that wasn’t around his neck and wrapped it around the back of his waist.

“It doesn’t have to,” you told him in a repeated whisper. “We don’t have to only be a couple in 1997. We can be together all the time- all throughout time.”

Jax leaned his head down to rest on the crook of my neck, burying his face into my clothes. After moments of silence, he gave a short laugh. You rested your hand on the back of his neck and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Last week I was going through Grey’s stuff and found a betting pool between the team over when we were going to get together.“ You gave out a short laugh, gently pushing Jax up from your shoulder so you could look at him. You pecked the corner of his mouth with a kiss.

“Maybe that’s why they sent us undercover.”

“Yeah, maybe they were trying to force it out of us.”

“I can’t believe someone’s going to get money because of us.”

“Oh, it’s not money.”

“What?” You asked, taking Jax by the face. Jax’s lit up at your gesture and laughed again.

“The winner doesn’t have to make dinner for three weeks.” You joined him in laughter then paused to think.

“I hope Stein wins. I might need to get my stomach pumped if I eat another ounce of his food.”

“Please, I know the man can’t cook. I just want pizza all the time!”


(Sara won. You and Jax got pizza to celebrate.)

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*gifs are not mine* (REQUESTS ARE OPEN-READ IMAGINE RULES)

There was a pause in his movements, the advancements he had on the store halting every so often as he allowed Meg to keep up with him. The same look on his face that had been present for the last week was still thick upon Kyle’s features. The scar on his cheek, the thickness of his beard that continued to remain untamed from the amount of times his fingers always connected themselves to the coarse hair. How the two had talked themselves into getting out of the house or bar was even beyond him. “Dude, you’re seriously taking forever,” he groaned, visibly showing his irritation. “It’s either we go, or I go ‘cause I wanna get done with this and go back home.”

I can never keep my eyes off this

- Drive by Halsey


“You’re going to lose your head if you keep that up.”  Derek says, tugging on the hem of Stiles’ tank.

Stiles rolls his eyes, pulling his head back in from the open window.  "But it’s so hot…“  He complains, wiping the sweat off his brow.  His hair is soaked through with sweat and falling into his eyes.  

He ran out of gel a thousand miles back and hasn’t picked up a new tube since, convincing himself that it wasn’t because Derek said he looked good with bed head, but because it would be a hassle to style his hair while on the road.

"Then turn on the A.C.,”  Derek says, reaching for the console but Stiles slaps his hand away.

“It’ll use up twice the gas.”

“I can afford it.”  Derek turns the knob and a cool breeze suddenly fills the small space, Stiles sighs a breath of blessed relief, rolling up the window.  "Don’t worry about money, Stiles.  It’s of little consequence if you’re uncomfortable.“ Derek says, turning his attention back to the road.

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The Job

This is my gift for hauntedvoice@gmail.com who asked for “anything with Matthews and Card.” I hope you enjoy! (and that I didn’t mess your babies up too bad @uovoc!)

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“I can’t believe you got stuck babysitting us,” the girl in the overalls said. The level of scorn that her voice held made her sound fifty not five for a second.

Matthews ran a hand through his hair and huffed out a breath. “Yeah, well we didn’t want to babysit for you either.”

“Matthews!”

The boy looked up from his coloring and shook his head. “That wasn’t very nice of you sir

Matthews’ partner looked up from where he was coloring alongside him. “Yeah, what he said.”

“Card, can you not side with the kindergartner?”

Card shrugged. “Maybe you need to learn to not be so blunt.”

Matthews buried his head in his hands. They were not only late for their beat, they were late for a beat that they were currently two hundred miles away from. One minute they had been in their cruiser about to leave Thunderbolt Subs, the next Alcor the Freaking Dreambender was in their backseat.

It had only taken about fifty to seventy surprise “H̭̜̥̫̮ͅe̱͕̠͔̗͓y ̪g̱̣̩̺̝͚u̼͕̥ys̪̥̮͖!̮͈̹̦͍ͅ” to stop from screaming like baby goats whenever the demon showed up unexpected. However, Card still snorted the drink of soda he had been slurping up and out through his nose, while Matthew’s last bite of sub went down the wrong pipe.

“How are my favorite policepeople?” Alcor asked but the men in the front seat were too busy coughing up a lung to respond to him.

Great look guys I need a favor.”

“Sure!”

Matthews punched Card in the shoulder. “Dude, remember, details first! You’re seriously going to get us killed one day!”

Card shrugged. “It’s Alcor.”

“Yeah, what he said!”

Matthews pointed a finger at the floating demon. “Your opinion doesn’t count!”

Two sets of sad eyes looked at him, and Matthews sighed.

“Fine, what do you want?”

Alcor grinned, bearing two rows of razor sharp fangs, like a shark, and Matthews’ stomach flipped over once.

“You guys remember Mizar? I’m sure you do, she fixed your dinky wards and Card totally has a crush on her-“

“Do not!” Card squeaked, his voice breaking. He glared at Matthews who threw his hands up.

Alcor ignored their outburst and kept on going. “Yeah, well she and the Woodsman are out of town for their honeymoon this weekend and left their kids with me but I need-“

“To go bust a cult and throw them on our doorstep again?” Matthews asked.

“No.”

Card snapped. “No, wait, is it to fight monsters beyond our mortal knowing?”

No.

“Human flesh?”

Alcor snapped, blue flames leaping around him in an aura and filling the squad car with the smell of burnt plastic. “I need a break!”

The three men looked at each other incomprehensibly for a minute. Finally, Matthews broke the silence with, “But you’re a demon and these kids are…how old are they?”

“Five. All of three of them; they’re triplets.” Alcor took off his hat and left it floating in front of his chest as he ran his fingers through his hair. “And I love them dearly, but this is the longest I’ve looked after them alone before and they’ve been up since six this morning and I only fed them a little bit of sugar but they’re bouncing like molecules off the walls and-“

“We’ll do it,” Card said again.

Card! We’re about to go on duty. You know. On our jobs. That are important. Because we’re cops?”

Card pulled Matthews in close, slinging an arm around his shoulder as he turned them away a bit from the demon still floating in the backseat.

“Look man, the look on his face is the same look I see on my sister’s face when my nephews are driving her bonkers and she hasn’t had a break in a week, and she looks ready to cry or start breaking dishes. Let’s just tell him we need to be back in a half hour; he gets his break, we don’t get fired, it’s all good!”

Matthews sighed. “Fine. But I’m blaming you if we get yelled at.”

That had been an hour and a half ago. And by this point, Matthews wasn’t surprised at all that these hellions were blood relatives of a demon. He was sure he was going to see new grey hairs in his mirror tonight.

He looked over at the youngest girl, who was currently clipping barrettes into Card’s curls.

When will your Uncle be here again?”

The little girl shrugged. “When he’s ready.” She looked at him with unnervingly old eyes, and then said, “Though your colors say you’re ready for him to be here now. Also that you like us better than you are acting like.”

“Matthews can be a bit of a softie,” Card agreed, picking up a green crayon.

Matthews scowled.

Alcor owed them big.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

From otpprompts​: Imagine your OTP waking up hungover in Vegas not remembering anything from the night before, but they soon find out that they got married at the Little White Chapel. How do they react? Do they tell anyone?

Fandom: Homestuck

Pairing: JohnDave

Summary: John knew that his friend Dave was a drinker, but Jesus Christ Almighty, he had no idea it would drop him into this situation!

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John’s eyes fluttered open with a groan. Where was he? Last thing he remembered was downing a few drinks with a far-from-sober Strider. Speaking of Dave, where was the ironic dork? John sat up from his makeshift bed on a crimson red loveseat that had splatters of what John prayed was just beer and not vomit.

He looked around, his normally bright blue eyes foggy and clouded from the awful hangover he was having right now. Okay, seriously? What happened? He only had three shots of tequila last night! …Right? John forced himself to stand, taking in the disheveled mess of the suite he had stayed the night in. Clothes were thrown about haphazardly, empty bottles of alcohol littering the gold carpet. The little mini bar was completely torn up, shot glasses and puddles of alcohol covering the shiny surface.

The cat clock hanging above the bar read 8:17 as its paws ticked away the seconds. 8:17…a.m.? Oh God! He had to call his girlfriend an hour ago to let her know he was okay!

John scrambled over to the huge bed (which was quite a mess, too messy for someone to have only slept in it) and reached for his phone, when he saw it. A little golden ring on his third finger.

Egbert froze in place, vision blurry without his glasses and with the hangover. He didn’t need his glasses to see the way the ring glinted in the light of the lamp on the bedside table. No…No, no, no, no! When had this happened? Where was Dave? What had happened last night? John was about to burst from all the unanswered questions that ran through his head.

Alright, so that was a marriage ring, no doubt about it. Had his girlfriend, Vriska, joined the two friends to the casino last night? No, that’s ridiculous. She was back home in Texas, he was in Las Vegas, and would be for another six days. But then who did he drunkenly married? Why was he even drunk in the first place last night? John never overdid it on alcohol, but this was a bit more than alcohol.

“Dave?” John looked around the suite before heading into the bathroom, hoping to find his alcoholic of a friend somewhere in there. And he did, well, he found him passed out in the large tub, snoring away, his glasses dangling from his hand. On his ring finger was a…ring.

Oh.

God.

No.

John stared at the currently slumbering man, realization hitting him. John had went way over a few tequila shots, downing Margarita after Margarita instead. Dave and he had drank past the point of common sense, since they were celebrating some major promotion Dave had gotten at his record company. Then Dave had dragged him to some church, the Little White Chapel, and…they got married. They got married.

“Dave!” John practically screeched, worsening the pounding in his head. The blond in the tub shot up with a snort.

“What? Where’s the fire, who ate the last bag of Doritos?” Normally John would’ve laughed, but not right now. Both of them were happily dating other people! Well, Vriska was a bit controlling, but that wasn’t important! John held up his hand to show off the ring.

“Look at this!” Dave blinked a few times, staring blankly at John’s finger.

“It’s a ring,” he finally mused.

“Yeah, ‘a ring.’ Look at your hand.” Dave lifted up his own hand, staring at the identical ring on his third finger. A moment stretched by as John waited for Dave to say something. How could he have been so irresponsible? How could either of them had let this happen?

“Wait…” Dave glanced back at John’s hand, then his own. “Oh,” was all he said when he had registered what the two rings meant.

“Oh? You’re wearing a wedding ring, and all you can say is ‘oh?’ Dude, we freakin’ got married last night! And we’re dating two girls!” John started to pace the floor of the bathroom, panicking. “When Vriska finds out, I am so dead!” Dave stood up from his ‘bed,’ stretching.

“She doesn’t need to know.” John stopped and turned to Dave. Why was he so chill about this? “Terezi doesn’t need to know, either.”

“What are you talking about? Of course they need to know, they’re our girlfriends!”

“Are we, though?”

“Dave, this isn’t funny! You know how Vriska is! I am so screwed when I get home.” Dave stepped out of the tub and slung his arm around John’s neck, grinning. He reeked of alcohol and sweat. John had no doubt he smelled the same.

“Come on, John, you and I both know what this really means.” Dave nodded at the ring on John’s finger. “You were pretty interesting last night, with not a care in the world.” John had not a clue what Dave was referring to, and he frankly didn’t care. He pulled away from Dave and headed back into the room, snatching his phone up.

“You better tell Terezi what happened. Otherwise Vriska will, and we both know that Vriska doesn’t sugarcoat things.” Dave walked, well, it was more like a stumble, over. He casually grabbed John’s phone, tossing it across the room. “Dave!”

“Alright, man, just hear me out. This is like a sign from the gods or whatever.” John huffed, crossing his arms. He did not want to hear this right now, but okay, whatever. Let’s indulge on the stupid cool kid’s thoughts. “Do you think the others and I don’t see how Vriska treats you?” John lost his glare, hating it when people brought up the rude way his girlfriend talked to him.

“Well, no, but…”

“No buts. Rose and I have been dying to get you away from her. A week away vacation was perfect. And now look. So what if we got a little tipsy and got hitched?” A little tipsy? A little tipsy? John almost wanted to lecture Dave right then and there. Smelling like booze didn’t sound like a little tipsy. Getting married while half conscious didn’t sound like a little tipsy either. “Don’t you get it? This is the chance. This is the opportunity to finally ditch that chick!”

John looked down, gnawing at his lower lip. It was tempting, and…okay, fine, he admitted he did have a crush on Dave. Ever since they met when they were thirteen, John always adored the dude. But now they were twenty-three and in a rather difficult situation. This wasn’t middle school anymore. “Look, Dave, as much as I want to dump Vriska, I can’t just tell her I married my best friend.”

“I can.” Dave whipped out his phone, scrolling through his contacts before tapping one. Who was he calling. It better not have been Vriska… “Hey, Terezi?” Oh no. It was worse. Way, way worse. “Yeah, s’up, babe? I know, I know, it’s probably like ten in the morning over there in Texas or whatever, but listen. Last night I got drunk and I married John. So, yeah, I’m dumping you.” He hung up without letting Terezi ask for an explanation. John stared at him, wide-eyed.

“Dude!”

“What?”

“You can’t just- She’s probably- Oh my God!” Dave smirked and shrugged, tossing the phone over his shoulder.

“Hey, I did. Why can’t you?” John stared at Dave, seriously debating on whether he should actually go through with this. But he had nothing left to lose. As John walked over to get his phone from where Dave had thrown it, he felt an ache in his backside. That would explain the messy bed. John grabbed his phone and dialed Vriska’s number. “Put her on speaker,” Dave said, walking over. “I wanna hear this.”

John sighed and did, waiting for her to pick up. On the second ring, there came a familiar and dreaded voice. “John? Why are you calling me now of all times?”

“Uh, hey, Vriska. Sorry for that. Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.” John took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I got drunk last night, and, well…I’m now married to Dave.” There was silence on the other line, and Dave quirked an eyebrow, his red eyes glinting with mischief.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No…”

“John, you cheated on me. You know what that means, right?” John flinched. “It means-”

“Nothing,” interrupted Dave. “Because we’re not going home.” John looked over at Dave, who grinned.

“What? Of course you two are. Strider, you’re dating Terezi.”

“Not anymore. I broke up with her. Just like John is breaking up with you.”

“Strider, you piece of-” John quickly ended the call, eyes wide as he looked up at Dave.

“Are we really not going home?” Dave nodded.

“I’ll have Rose send our stuff over. There’s an old house I still have from when my bro gave it to me when I was sixteen. We can live there.” John stared at Dave, his face blank, before he grinned.

“Sounds like a plan.” Dave gave John a quick kiss on the lips, ruffling his hair.

“Cool, I’ll call Rose to set things up. Go get cleaned up. We still have six days of a vacation to spend together.” John nodded, heading for the bathroom, when Dave stopped him. “Hey, John?”

“Yeah, Dave?”

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?” John turned around with a wide grin.

“Definitely, and it stays with us,” He lifted up his hand to show the ring. “Forever.” Dave grinned, holding up his own hand in agreement.  

More Than Average

Hey lovely people, just a warning while this is far from smutty, sex is mentioned so don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable. If you want me to make a part 2 then let me know :)  

Sammy and I were never serious. But to me what we had more than just fun. I thought he felt the same way up until two and a half hours ago when I walked in on him with another girls legs around his head. Quietly I shut the door and let them carry on. Who was I to tell him to stop? 

I’m not devastated by what happened, but my ego is definitely bruised. Was I not good enough, did I not sexually satisfy him? What was it? It’s made me think about things. It’s 5:30 in the morning and I’m sat on a beach reassessing my life. I have never been in a serious relationship. My entire adult life has been a series of brief flings and dry spells. Something needs to change. 

The sand is soft and warm underneath me, I’m sitting peacefully and watching the sun rise. It helps me to feel calm. I need that feeling more than anything right now. What if I live and die a tragic spinster…no. I tell myself to snap out of it and focus on my environment. The sky is a blue canvas, flecked with one thousand shades of orange and pink. Someone cast’s a shadow on the sand in front of me. I assume it’s Sam and I’m ready to tell him that, whatever it was we had, is finished- it’s only Nate. He drops down into the sand besides me and stretches his legs out in front of him. He’s in his red jersey, and I can see a few parts of various tattoos peaking out from beneath the fabric. His black hair is a mess, some girl probably had her hands in it. The sunrise casts a faint orange glow on his Jaw. He need’s to shave, his stubbles a day old at least.

 
“Hey Nate.” I say, sounding a lot more solemn than I mean to. Like the sky and beach, the sea is calm at the moment. Small, lazy waves roll onto the sand before sliding back into the ocean. The air is fresh and crisp and salty. 
“Sam was looking for you.” He tells me as he hands me a beer. I sip it gratefully. 
“Why?” I ask. “He only wants me for one thing, and from what I’ve seen he’s already got it covered.”
“Oh…” 
Nate doesn’t say anything else and neither do I. Instead he just stays beside me, picking up handfuls of sand and watching as it filters through his fingers back onto the beach. I notice that Nate doesn’t have a beer. I can’t help but smile as I sip mine. When was the last time a boy gave me his drink…actually I think this is a first for me.

“What’s wrong with me?” I sigh as I lean my head on his broad shoulder. 
“Nothing.” Nate says. 
In this moment I’m so grateful for Nate. He can be a fuck-boy at times, but he can also be a sweetheart. I had more than my fair share of experience with fuck-boys, so it’s easy to tell that right now Nate’s being genuine.
I’m conflicted, on one hand he’s a boy so I feel as if he should know what my problem is, but on the other hand our relationship has only ever been platonic, so why would he know?
“There must be something.” I mumble, “I’m twenty and I’ve never been in a serious relationship.” The waves are lapping gently at my toes, the tide must be coming in.

“You’re a boss lil mama. You know what you want and you won’t fuck around to get it. You’re fucking with little boys, they’re intimidated by you.” He continues to scoop up the sand, and it continues to trickle through his open fingers. I sip my beer and watch the ocean. Lil mama, I like that. “I mean I love Sammy and all; dudes like my little brother. But it was apparent from day one he couldn’t handle you.”   
I can’t help the amused laugh that slips from my lips, “Oh really?” I say, removing my head from Nate’s shoulder so that I can see his face. He looks surprisingly sober, considering the party we threw here last night. 
“I mean you two have been going at it, for what, three weeks?” I nod, he’s about right. Then Nate, in the most conversational, casual manner goes “Tell me how many times he made you cum?” 
I almost spit out my beer. I sit and just gawk at Nate. “He did just fine!” I eventually manage to scold Nate, but I’m blushing furiously.
“I sleep next door Y/N and you’re not that good at faking it: Oh my god!” He moans in a high pitched voice, throwing his head back. “Sammy you’re so good,ooo mmm yeah. I’m totally about to cum!! UHHH!!” 

By the time he starts thrusting I’m laughing so hard that tears are rolling. “What, and you think you could do any better?” I challenge, but I don’t expect him to step-up.
“I know so.” Nate grins, showing of his dimples.
 Just for a nano-second the thought crosses my mind. But then Nate is on his feet, he offers me a hand and pulls me up too. The thought’s gone. “Sorry Maloley, I’ve made up my mind. My day’s of fucking around are over. You were right. I need to find a real man if I want him to appreciate me and treat me like I deserve.”
“I respect that lil mama. But make sure you stay true to yourself, and more importantly make sure he can make you cum. Twice.”
I chuckle and take one last sip of my beer before handing it back to him. “Thanks Nate. I’ll keep that in mind.”

 I turn and make my way back to the beach house where we’ve been staying all weekend. I’m going back to it with a clearer mind than when I left with.
“Y/N for the record,” Nate calls after me, “I never meant just fucking around.” 

I turn and stare at him dumbstruck. My heads not so clear any more. Nate just stares back and sips the beer. Then he turns away, back towards the sea, sit’s down in the sand and lights a blunt. I head back to the beach house more confused than ever.

haljodran  asked:

Hey so I was looking through your tags page and I couldn't find one about stiles or derek being sleep deprived and stuff? I was wondering if you could make that at some point because I always feel better when I can't sleep if I read things about others not sleeping. (also if i've missed the tag somehow I'm very sorry for wasting your time). Thanks :)

we don’t have a tag like that so it’s no worry. on our page we have a search bar so if you guys ever don’t know what tag to look for, enter whatever words into the search bar and anything that has those words and/or tags from our blog will pop up!

In The Dark I Dream Of You by LunaCanisLupus_22 (1/1 | 6,972 | NC17)

It’s not like a problem, problem.

Stiles doesn’t know why it started happening. Why he of all people, Derek decided needed to be his cuddle buddy.

Sleepy Cuddles (are Good for the Soul) by artenon (1/1 | 5,174 | PG13)

Stiles jerks awake, his cheek smeared with his own drool—gross, but at least he was drooling on his jacket sleeve and not his keyboard, which his arm had been pressed against, and the Word document he has open has an impressive several new pages composed entirely of a string of lowercase “h”s.

Challenge Accepted by wangler (1/1 | 1,866 | G)

Derek sits up, stretching and being effortlessly nice to look at. “We’re having dinner?” he says, with just enough of a shitty tone to spoil the sexiness of his posture and general existence.

“In my Jeep?”

Bitten by pyrodaggers (20/20 | 33,910 | PG13)

Stiles’ life was normal. Except that his best friend was a werewolf and they were being hunted by an Alpha pack!
They tried taking them out, it didn’t work too well. They got their asses kicked and almost killed!
~
Later, Stiles came in contact with Deucalion unwillingly. He wanted information on Scott and if Stiles didn’t give him the info, Kali was going to kill him, which Stiles wouldn’t put past the Alpha.

“Good. Now, you’ve seen what we are and what we can do. I’m going to make you a one time offer.” Deucalion nodded.
“Oh, yeah? ‘Nd what makes you think I’ll want it?” Stiles raised his eyebrows.
“I can smell your jealousy, Stiles. Do you want the bite? It will make you just like us. Strong and useful.”

As Long as Your Window’s Open by crypticColumnist (1/1 | 1,057 | G)

Derek’s been sneaking into Stiles’ room all summer. It’s really the only place he feels safe. With school out, he hasn’t been able to, and he hasn’t had any rest in a while. Now he’s tired, and hurt, and he just can’t bring himself to care as he climbs through Stiles’ window and collapses onto the floor.

Finstock’s Wilderness Camp for Boys by rainsoakedshoes (1/1 | 12,179 | PG13)

“What happens if I don’t go?”

“You get charged with breaking and entering, and you will probably serve time in a juvenile facility,” the sheriff said matter of factly. “That’s if you’re lucky enough to be tried as a minor.”

“You’d send your own son to jail?” Stiles asked in disbelief.

“You broke into someone’s home, Stiles!” The sheriff took a breath to compose himself and ran a hand across his face. “And this isn’t the first time. I can’t keep bailing you out of trouble. I don’t have any favours left to call in. Either you agree to go to the camp and clean up your act, or you risk getting tried as an adult.”

Telling the Sheriff by kamawe_takami (1/1 | 14,638 | G)

The couple of days leading to Stiles telling his dad about supernatural are not fun.

Sleep Patterns by lyvanna (1/1 | 1,663 | PG13)

Stiles has trouble sleeping when Derek isn’t there.

All That We See or Seem (Is But a Dream Within a Dream) by IllustratedGirl (1/1 | 16,585 | R)

Stiles and Derek can’t sleep. Well. They can, but things go really, really poorly.

The Cogs in My Mind Just Won’t Stop by Reiya_Wakayama (1/1 | 1,224 | G)

Stiles wonders if they’ll ever stop.

Gravity by switchingplaces (1/1 | 2,284 | G)

“Dude, you look like crap,” he said, “When was the last time you slept?”
Derek’s nights are haunted by nightmares. Stiles notices.

to shake the devils from my mind by healingmirth (1/1 | 1,965 | PG13)

“You look tired,” Derek says. Stiles smells like pure human exhaustion, like chemical stimulants and sweat. Derek’s long past expecting him to be still, but Stiles’s fidgets seem muffled, and he’s blinking too often and rubbing at his temple with two fingers on his right hand. His left is clenched into a fist, but Derek can’t see any reason for it. It makes him want to settle Stiles, to draw the tension out of his body, to hold his hands until they remember how they used to behave.

You need to fight this by pyrodaggers (1/1 | 2,041 | PG13)

Stiles knew about the darkness in his heart. Deaton told him about it. He just didn’t pay much attention to it. He should have listened better.

Things go downhill from there.

Coming and Going by Raawr23 (1/1 | 4,252 | R)

He comes and goes as he pleases, that’s what he’s always done. It doesn’t matter how much it hurts when he goes, all that matter is that he comes back and now he can hope.