fyi i finished this show and i feel empty now sigh


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Summary: Dean meets the reader at a party and he finds out something about her that he doesn’t expect.

Prompt: “Will you for once stop thinking with your dick!”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested: @blackcherrywhiskey

“Damn she’s fine.” Dean growls under his breath, practically eye fucking you as you stroll into the frat party.

“That’s Y/N. She’s cool. And a law major too so we have a good amount of classes together.” Sam explains before polishing  off his beer and chucking the empty can into the trash.

“Her friend is pretty good looking too. Let’s get on that and do a double date, man. I get Y/N though. You get…”

“Kelly. She’s Y/N’s girlfriend.” Sam finishes with an amused smirk followed by a full on snicker. Dean doesn’t catch on at first making his younger brother  laugh even harder.

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Breaking The Law

Summary: What’s better to be handcuffed, alone in the sheriff’s office while your dad and you girlfriend are eating pizza without you? Well. Your friend passing by and deciding to do things to you while you’re immobilized.

Word count: 6522

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warning: Contains smut… or well sexual things. You know. Including some parts of the body and strong feelings. Y’all old enough to know what it means.

A/N: Okay so I was so excited to post this I won’t wait lol. Thanks to @maddie110201 who proofreaded it and told me it was a cool fic. Something like that. I’m a bit proud I guess? Let me know what you thought, and it was the third choice in the voting I made back when… a while ago. And for the sake of the story just imagine there’s no computer on the desk. And it’s actually his dad office not the whole office. Okay. Nice, thanks!

Forever tag list I forever forget: @multilovee  @5sospoplikerock @rosecoloredshawn

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Midnight Circus pt. 2

Originally posted by jeonilys

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→  reader
☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboysummerfling au
☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”

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It was a delightful morning, you underestimated the amount of peace there was at a camping ground when night fell. You were fully rested and ready for the day. Everyone hadn’t left the cabins yet but those of you who did went to the recreational center for breakfast. You piled the roasted potatoes on your plate and walked back to the table with Nayeon, Jin, Namjoon and Jennie, everyone else was asleep so you guys left them alone. The whether was nice, breakfast was delicious, Jungkook wasn’t here, it was close to perfect.

“After breakfast I planned some stuff for all us.” Jennie brought the mug to her lips and sipped the bitter sweet coffee. “We can get cleaned up then we’ll hike up to the springs and eat lunch there, we can swim for a little while too.” When Jennie looked up to see Beah and Naeun we’re coming to the table and you braced yourself, you knew who wasn’t far behind them. Low and behold, Jimin, Tae and Jungkook walked in and you sighed—he glanced at you before grabbing a plate for breakfast, his hair was so fluffy and too soft to be his own, you wondered why the worst people have the prettiest features.

“Good morning,” Jimin came to sit next to Namjoon and across from Beah, with a bowl of fruit. Taehyung came to sit next to Beah, putting the seat beside you up for grabs. 

“Did you guys sleep well?” Jennie was really just indirectly asking Jimin. 

“Yeah, I kept hearing a weird sound though like a cat or something…” Tae mumbled and Nayeon nodded in agreement.

“I heard that too,” She gasped, “oh my God, are there wildcats out here?”

You giggled as Jennie tried to convince everyone that there has only ever been one wildcat sighting, most of them weren’t convinced. When Taehyung brought up the subject of the ‘thing’ in the tree outside of his window, you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he was.

“There was not!” Jimin playfully slapped his arm. “You shouldn’t have eaten those snacks, you were just seeing things.” 

Jungkook actually chuckled—he, of course, had to sit right next to you. His plate was piled uo like most of the guys but his plates always looked huge. You ate your potatoes, sipped your juice and got up to take your empty plate—you wanted to get away from him before you two started at it again. You grimaced at having to go back to that table, you could practically feel Jungkook looking at you—his eyes as unapologetic as ever when you looked back at him. Feeling your pink pajama shorts lift slightly prompted you to quickly tug them down. You kept your cool and walked to the fruit bar, making a nice bowl of pineapples before taking your seat beside him. It was ridiculous how he kept eyeing you like you didn’t notice him staring, he scrap his fork against his teeth and just glare at you.

You ate about three pieces until you saw his greasy fingers stroll into your view, attempting to take one of your pineapples, you smacked his hand, moving your chair farther from him—he is a literal child. He doesn’t understand the concept of enemies, he acts like your annoying friend one second and he’s pissing you off the next. He giggled, trying to grab it again just to annoy you.

“Stop.” You glared at him—looking down at your pineapples, they didn’t even look all that appetizing anymore. 

He had the nerve to scoff, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Why do you have to get worked up over pointless shit like pineapples?” He grabbed the same pineapple he was gonna eat originally and popped it in his mouth. “It’s fucking fruit. You need to learn how to share.”

“It’s my fruit, and I think you’re forgetting that we’re not on good terms.” You crossed your arms—you’ve never glared at anyone with such animosity. “And I don’t share with heathens like you…”

“Me? A heathen?” He feigned a look of shock. “You nag about everything, no wonder you never get any-” If he would’ve finished that sentence you would’ve strangled him.

“Are you two seriously fighting over a bowl of pineapples?” Namjoon called you two out causing the whole table to stare at the both of you. Of course you both started defending yourselves, your words clashing together like children trying to prove their points in a feud.

“Hey! We don’t want to hear about your pineapples guys,” Jennie spoke up, “let’s go get ready for the springs.” At that everyone agreed and got up, leaving their plates and continuing their conversations. As you were storming back to the cabin Naeun came to walk beside you, just skipping along like there was no tomorrow. You thought she was more excited to go swimming and you could understand why—swimming with all of those good looking guys was pretty exciting but you didn’t even think of that. You are going to have a good time, he wasn’t about to get the best of you, not now.

You washed up, put on light make up and slid on a pair of jean shorts over your bathing suit. When you tied your hair in a ponytail you got a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, Beah and Jennie were getting ready in the mirror as well. 

“You look cute Y/N,” Jennie looked back at your somewhat uncharacteristically revealing get up, “I don’t think Jeon will be able to argue with you in that, honestly you guys would be cute if you could stay in a room without killing each other.” She giggled, the way you grimaced in disgust was priceless.

“You’re kidding?” You wanted to vomit—that thought never even crossed your mind, “No, we wouldn’t, ugh, don’t even think of that. All I see Jungkook as is a means to ruin my life. And FYI he’ll lust after anything with boobs so it doesn’t matter what any of us wear, he undresses people with his eyes…” They all laughed but it was true, and you were determined not to let him touch any of your friends. 

“I wouldn’t mind that entirely.” Naeun walked in, she wore a black one piece with large openings on the sides to show quite a bit of skin. “He’s one of the hottest guys in school, and you get to fight with him.” She snickered.

“First of all, that’s gross. Second of all, he’s not ugly, that’s all I have to say about his looks.” Everyone was in there swimsuits, had their bags with shoes, extra clothes and some snacks. When the five of you walked out the boys were already waiting for you guys outside of their cabin.

Jin stretched. “So how long is the hike?” 

Jennie pulled out a can of bug spray and offered some to everyone before spraying her legs and arms. “Like 15 to 20  minutes, it’s not that long. Since I’m leading the hike, I’ll do it like my aunt does it. Everyone can grab a buddy to walk with so we don’t get separated!” She cut her eyes to you before smirking, she was doing this on purpose. 

You had your eye on Jimin but Nayeon beat you to it, your next option was Jin but Jennie purposely walked with him since they were the oldest. Namjoon walked with Beah, Tae walked with Naeun. When you looked around you saw everyone had a partner and followed Jennie into the woods, and of course you were at the end of the line—with him.

“Jen!” You shouted from the back running up beside her, “Can I-”

“You and Jungkook are partners, you can’t third wheel with me now go back.” She shooed you away, you’ve never felt more betrayed in your life. They all walked by, talking and smiling as Jungkook was walking towards you, an innocent look on his face.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, if you are still taking prompts, can I request academy fitzsimmons falling in love and getting together?

Hi anon, thank you for the prompt! I know it’s not ~technically Academy Era since they’re not at the Academy, but I hope this is still alright!

(Also, I could possibly be persuaded to write parts of this from Jemma’s POV, especially the last few bits of it, just an fyi…)

I’ve had some trouble recently with the read more line not working on mobile, so if that’s a problem, please let me know and we’ll work something out! I’m more than happy to do what I can to make sure everyone can enjoy my fics!


It was the final day of classes for his first year at the Academy, and having finished all of his finals and in possession of a plane ticket back to Glasgow for that evening, Fitz was rushing around his dorm room like a madman, shoving things haphazardly into his open suitcase. He’d meant to be packed before then, but things had kept getting in the way, and…and perhaps, there may have been a part of him that wasn’t ready to leave yet.

Logically, he knew that packed or not, he was going to have to leave the Academy campus eventually, and of course he was excited to see his mum again, but…

“This is why I left you all of those notes, reminding you to pack, for weeks,” Jemma pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowly avoiding the wrinkled-up t-shirt he’d tossed at the suitcase on the bed beside her. “Honestly, Fitz.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’d have packed before now if you hadn’t kept me busy twenty-four-seven with your ridiculous study sessions,” Fitz shot back, eyeing the pile of clothes in the top drawer of his dresser, then shrugging and scooping it all up into his arms to carry it over to his bed.

Jemma actually cringed as she watched him dump the heap of unfolded clothes into the suitcase. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do some folding for you? I wouldn’t mind…”

“Oh c’mon Simmons, we both know you’re asking for entirely selfish reasons,” Fitz half-joked, planting his hands on his hips and arching an eyebrow at her. “In fact, I take a great amount of pleasure in the thought of you on a plane back home to Sheffield, twitching the entire way because you can’t stop thinking ‘bout my suitcase full of wrinkled laundry.”

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Stiles- A Little More Than A Friend

Request-  I already requested an imagine a lil while ago when the requests were open but I’m not sure if you got it, I sent you a fanmail but your requests weren’t open, sorry about that. I don’t remember the exact details but the reader was on her period and Scott and Stiles are worried because she gets really bad cramps and is in pain. Also Stiles likes her. Idk if you have the rest or if you remember, sorry.

A/N- Sorry about losing your request. Sometimes they just don’t go through, especially if you sent it on mobile. Anyway, this is it and I hope you like it. This is my last request, thank god, so my ask will be opening soon.

“Psst, Lydia!” a voice hissed from behind, causing the strawberry blonde to close her eyes in annoyance.
She looked behind her out of the corner of her eye and glanced at Stiles, who was definitely not completing his test like he should have been. Her pencil hovered over the paper, pausing in the air as she whispered to Stiles.
“Stiles,” she said under her breath. “You’ve done that about five times in the past minute. Do you think that’s going to get me to answer you?”
Stiles grinned and leaned forward in his desk. “Well, you just did.”
“Fine,” she muttered. “What do you want? And make it quick. I’m not getting in trouble for cheating.”
She glanced up at the front of the room, where a late student had just walked in. A short girl with blonde hair handed the teacher her pass, and for the moment the woman was too busy to notice them.
Stiles set his pencil down and eyed the empty seat in the aisle next to him. “Where’s Y/n?”
“Seriously?” the banshee questioned. “This can’t wait until we’re finished with the test?”
“I’m worried about her,” Stiles told her. “She didn’t show up to school and she didn’t text me about it. She always texts me.”
“She stayed home today,” Lydia told him quietly. “She wasn’t feeling well.”
“Like how?” Stiles asked. “Does she have the flu? Or is it worse? Oh god, she’s home alone today isn’t she? What if something really bad is happening to her?”
“Nothing is happening to her,” Lydia hissed. “She just stayed home okay? And FYI, you might wanna tone it down if you wanna keep that crush a secret.”
Stiles opened his mouth to protest, but suddenly their algebra teacher stood up at her desk. The dark-haired boy sank back into his seat, but luckily Stiles and Lydia weren’t the reason she had gotten up.
“It looks like I’m one copy short of the test,” she announced to the class. “I’m going to make a quick run to the copy room, but I should be back within five minutes. No cheating. If I catch you, it’s an automatic F.”
Then she grabbed a tiny flashdrive from her desk and walked out of the room. After about thirty seconds, the room erupted into whispering. Even before that, two seats ahead and one row over, Scott turned to Lydia. “Hey, is everything okay with Y/n?”
Lydia let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, she’s fine. She just didn’t feel well.”
“Is she sick?” Scott asked. “Maybe we should go over there after class and check on her.”
“She didn’t text me this morning,” Stiles informed him sullenly.
“For the love of god,” Lydia breathed. “She’s just been having really bad cramps, okay?”
“Cramps,” Stiles repeated. “Cramps like….?”
Lydia rolled her eyes as Stiles trailed off. “Yes, period cramps. I swear, men are so weak.”
“Hey,” Stiles complained. “Can’t that mean something really bad though?”
“Sometimes,” Lydia told him. “But she’s fine, Stiles. She just wanted to stay home.”
Stiles frowned as Lydia turned back to her test and Scott did the same with a sigh. He opened his mouth to say something else to her, but then the teacher walked back into the room. He sighed and went back to his test, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Scott might have been his best friend, but if he had to pick a runner up, it would be you. He had known you almost as long, and when you didn’t text him that you weren’t coming to school, Stiles knew something was wrong. Maybe it was something as simple as cramps, but he didn’t want you to be alone all day. He didn’t care what Lydia thought. He was going to see you.

Ping! Ping!
At the sound of your phone going off, you cracked open your eyes. The last thing you had remembered was curling up in bed and watching some netflix documentary about serial killers. It must not have been that interesting, because it appeared you had fallen asleep.
You winced at the throbbing pain in your abdomen and sat up, leaning over to snatch up your phone. You squinted down at your phone and realized that you had two texts from Stiles, and they were both from several minutes ago.
Hey, Lydia said you weren’t feeling well so I came to check on you.
Then a few minutes later, So you didn’t answer, but I’m going to come inside. Please don’t be naked.
You rolled your eyes and reached up to brush some hair from your face just as there was a knock on your bedroom door. You jumped and that was when you realized that Stiles was actually in your house. Your eyes widened and you quickly swore under your breath. He must have used the spare key.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like Stiles. In fact, you actually felt a lot more toward him than just mutual friendship. The thing was, you just felt disgusting. You were probably bloated, and your cramps were killing you and most of the reason you hadn’t gone to school today was specifically so you didn’t have to see anyone. But now it appeared that Stiles was probably too good of a friend, and you guessed you weren’t going to get rid of him easily.
“Y/n?” a voice called from outside.“Are you okay?”
Yep, you thought. Definitely Stiles.
“Yeah,” you called out uneasily. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for checking on me, but you can go now.”
“What?” Stiles asked with a laugh. “Y/n, come on.”
“Stiles,” you groaned. “I’m just gross right now, okay? You don’t wanna come in here.”
“Aw, come on, Y/n,” Stiles said. “You know I don’t care.”
“Fine,” you relented. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Your bedroom door opened, and you braced yourself for the disgusted face you knew Stiles was going to make. But as he walked in, he simply looked at you.
“Okay, where’s Y/n?”
“What?” you asked with a laugh.
“Well she told me she looked gross, but all I see is a beautiful girl in some pajamas sitting on her bed. So if you could just tell me-”
“Stiles,” you complained, not being able to hold in your giggle. “I get it.”
You pulled yourself up and moved to one side of the bed, patting the empty space beside you. “So, you came to check on me, huh?”
“I was worried,” he admitted. “You always text me when you’re not coming.”
“I was really excited about sleeping in,” you admitted. “As excited as one can be when they feel like their insides are attacking them.”
“Well, I’ve got something that might make you feel a little bit better,” Stiles told you, reaching into the pocket of his jeans.
He pulled out a chocolate bar and held it up to you with a grin. You smiled and reached for it, but he pulled it away with a sly smile.
“You gotta promise me something first,” Stiles told you. “You can’t kick me out. I wanna stay and make sure you’re okay.”
“Stiles, you don’t wanna stay,” you said. “Trust me.”
“I do,” he swore, waving the candy in front of your face. “Deal?”
You sighed.“Deal.”
He smiled and kicked off his shoes, pulling himself up onto the bed next to you. You moved back against the pillows and he followed you with a smile. You snatched the chocolate from his hand and grabbed your laptop, pulling it closer so you could hit play on the documentary.
“What is this?” he asked quietly as he scooted closer to you.
“I honestly don’t even remember,” you told him with a shrug, bumping his shoulder in the process.
You sat there for a few minutes, but then you turned to Stiles. “Why did you really come over?”
Stiles turned to you, pulling his brown eyes away from the blood and crime scene tape on screen. “I was worried about you. I told you that.”
“Is that all?” you asked curiously as you opened the candy bar.
Stiles pursed his lips. “What if I told you it wasn’t?”
“Then I’d ask you what the other reason was,” you told him with a smile.
Stiles rolled his eyes, but his lips turned up in a grin. “Maybe it’s because I like you. And maybe…maybe it’s as a little more than a friend.”
You blinked and looked up from the brown packaging you had been messing with. The chocolate fell from your hands and you looked up at Stiles in shock. He swallowed thickly, terrified that he had said too much, but you were only surprised. You had never expected Stiles to tell you that, even though you had dreamed about it over and over.
“I, uh, I guess I shouldn’t have said that,” he said quickly, pulling away from you. “I’ll, uh, I’ll g-”
“Stiles,” you cut him off. “Don’t. Don’t go.”
“What?” he asked. “You mean-”
“Of course,” you said with nod. “I mean, you skipped school to check on me. You brought me chocolate. You’re watching this murder documentary even though I’m pretty sure neither of us knows what’s going on. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t like you.”
“Oh,” Stiles said, his eyes going wide. “The maybe we should-”
But Stiles never had time to finish, because you were leaning forward and kissing him. His eyes opened as wide as they could go for a brief two seconds, but then he realized what was happening. The girl of his dreams, the one he had been so sure would never return his feelings, was kissing him.
He wrapped his arms around you and ran his thumb across your cheek, savoring the moment of having a girl as beautiful as you in his arms. He slowly pulled away when he realized you probably needed to breathe, but he continued to keep his arms around you.
“Thanks for checking on me,” you said softly as you leaned back against the pillows.
“Any time,” he told you. “Seriously, let me know if you need me to, because I am definitely doing that again.”
“Okay.” You laughed as Stiles squeezed your shoulders and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.
There was no way you could have known what would have happened when you stayed home that day, but now you were really glad you had. You stayed like that all day, with Stiles’ arms wrapped around you as you just talked and watched Netflix. You could easily say you had never been so happy to have cramps in your life.

Teen Wolf Preference: Walking in on you changing

Requested by anon:  Could you do a preference for they walk in on the reader changing

 - with Isaac, Scott, Liam and Derek - 


Originally posted by love-is-in-the-air-baby-love

Road tripping. It’s always such a romantic thing in movies but it’s a lot less glamourous in real life. You had to discover that at day number one when the sun was burning down at Stiles’ jeep and you were all sweating like you made a trip through the Sahara instead of California. Sweating is bad as it is and it gets a lot worse when the car is overloaded and you can’t shower that night because you have to drive through. This made even the most attractive of you seem really unattractive.

You were very relieved when you finally pulled into the parking lot of some motel the next evening and had the chance to have a moment to yourself. At first you just sat at the bed for a bit, enjoying the beautiful silence that was not filled with Stiles’ and Isaac’s banter for once. Then you took a shower and now you turn the water off and step out onto the cold tiles. Being clean and smelling good almost feels like heaven. You wrap a towel around you and take a look at yourself in the mirror, rubbing the rest of your mascara off before you return into your room.

You quickly put on your panties before you toss the towel away and lean over your suitcase to find something fitting to wear. Something that doesn’t smell for a change. It takes some time to sort through your stuff and you are still searching as a voice suddenly says behind you: “Y/N, is everything alright? We’re waiting for…”

You forget for a moment that you are naked and turn around automatically only to meet Isaac’s wide eyed face. He’s standing in the doorframe and staring at you, obviously unable to move. As you realize what’s happening, the heat shoots into your cheeks and you try to cover your breasts, whirling around to give him your back instead of the full front. Your heart is immediately heavy with embarrassment.

“Damnit, Isaac, why the hell don’t you knock?!”, you complain, getting on your knees and grabbing the first shirt you find. You pull it over your head clumsily.

“I…I’m sorry…I just…I didn’t think that…”, Isaac stutters. He still hasn’t moved an inch, now he shakes his head to get his brain working again. Probably a lot easier when you are wearing a shirt.

“FYI, you are supposed to turn around when something like this happens”, you remind him.

“You’re right. I was…stunned, I guess. I’m just…I’m gonna wait outside.”

He finally turns around, steps outside and closes the door behind him. While you sink onto the bed and sigh, hiding your face in your hands, you can hear a thud that sounds suspiciously like he banged his head against the wood while feeling ashamed. You have to involuntarily grin to yourself. Craziest road trip ever.


You are standing under the shower in the girls’ locker room, washing the dirt away that you threw yourself into while you played your soccer match. The others already left some time ago, but you like to wait until the locker room is empty to have the shower to yourself. It’s a lot easier to relax like that and you need some silence anyway.

You take some deep breaths while you crane your neck and let the hot water trickle over your face. You feel like you are standing in a cosy, steamy bubble that you are not keen on leaving yet. Outside of this bubble waits the real world with its real problems and you are pretty much okay with it waiting just a little bit longer.

You are so submerged in this trance that you don’t hear Scott calling for you and shouting your name. It takes a while until his words reach your brain and even then you are not really paying attention.

“Y/N?! Y/N, where are you?! Are you okay?!”

His voice sounds panicky. Finally, you frown. Why does he sound like that? You turn the water off and look around confused. In that moment he slides around the corner and your eyes meet for a second.

“Y/N!”, he exclaims, relieved at first. Then he realizes that you are naked and his face falls. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”

He immediately turns around and masks his eyes with his hand. You almost have to laugh.

“We were worried because everybody else already left and you were still there and with those things running around town right now…I just thought I should look after you. I’m sorry”, he repeats himself while you carefully trip to your towel on the wall and wrap it around your body. You could feel embarrassed but for some reason you don’t. It’s Scott and you trust Scott more than anyone.

“It’s okay, you can turn around now. I’m not naked anymore.”

He does as you say and smiles a bit as he realizes that you are not angry. Instead, you are grinning at him and slightly shaking your head.

“It’s really cute that you are worried, but you don’t have to. I can do karate, even naked under the shower”, you claim with a wink before you walk past him and behind the lockers to get dressed. You can’t see him anymore but you are pretty sure that he’s smirking while imagining exactly what you just said.


You turned on your music, pulled your window open a gap to let the soft breeze in and hum to your favourite song while you stumble through your room in your underwear and sort through your clothes that are pretty much covering the whole floor. You should’ve done this a few days ago but you only find the motivation now, mainly because you can’t find anything to wear anymore. Now and then you throw your shirts and tops on two piles: dirty or fresh. Your mum will kill you when she discovers the amount of laundry she has to do.

As you finish separating them, you continue with folding the ones you have to put back into your wardrobe. You are only looking up as you suddenly hear a bang from the window and someone hissing sharply, scaring you do death.

Your heart starts beating again after you realized that it was Liam. He’s clumsily hanging in your window, obviously cracked his head and now rubs his forehead while gaping at you and blushing. You can’t decide if you should laugh or scold him. You know perfectly well why he’s looking at you like that: You only started dating a few weeks ago and he hasn’t seen you that naked yet.

“Liam, don’t be ridiculous! It’s not like you have never seen a girl in her underwear. Come on in, let me see that.”, you say.

You walk towards him and after some moments of hesitation, he climbs through the window and tries hard to look into your eyes and not anywhere else while you examine his forehead. His reaction is actually kinda flattering.

“I should’ve probably called. I mean….not that I don’t enjoy it or something…”, he mumbles awkwardly, making you smirk. He’s adorable.

“Don’t worry about it. Good thing you are a werewolf, you’ll probably survive”, you joke and give him a quick peck. “I’ll get you some ice anyway, just to be safe.”

You could’ve pulled some shirt over but this is a lot more entertaining.  You can so feel that he’s observing you as you walk out of the room and can’t hold back to say: “I know you’re staring at my butt, Dunbar!”

He’ll probably still be red when you’ll come back and you will definitely tease him about it for the rest of the day.


Living in Derek’s loft has its good and bad sides. On the one hand you are having a roof over your head and a new pack after you lost your former one under dramatic circumstances. But you also have to live with Derek Hale and that’s not always easy. Therefore you enjoy the quiet moments when he’s out and you have the flat to yourself. You hear your favourite music loudly, watch the shows you want to see, order the food you want to eat and take a long bath without being interrupted or shouted at because he needs to get into the bathroom.

As you take a look at your watch after you did all that, it’s 7 p.m. and he’ll be back in about an hour. You hope that he at least thought about buying milk. You sigh to yourself and rub your hair dry while you search for some comfortable clothes to wear. Damnit, you forgot to fetch your bras after you did your laundry and they are still back in the room with the washing machine, which is on the other side of the loft. The layout of this apartment doesn’t make sense at all!

You quickly slip into your panties before you walk out of the door and through the living room. Little could you know that Derek would come home a lot sooner than expected. Suddenly you hear him clearing his throat and you shriek, almost slipping.

“Ehm…hi”, he greets you, standing there and looking at you with an amused expression. You immediately cover your breasts with your arms and curse yourself at the very same time. Why the hell didn’t you take the time to pull a shirt over or something? Stupid. Very stupid. And highly embarrassing. And the worst thing is that Derek seems as relaxed as always while you are freaking out here like a little girl.

“Hi. I…I forgot my laundry…I…guess I should get that”, you stutter.

He grins at you blankly. “Guess so.”

You whirl around and hurry into the other room, taking a deep breath as you reach it and finally have some cover. Of course Derek Hale wouldn’t react ashamed seeing you naked, he probably has seen many women naked. And all of them were certainly cooler about it than you. Oh god.

“By the way, I brought the milk”, he tells you without getting any reaction from you. The milk is your least worry right now. He will never let you forget about this.

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The Charitable Way (Seblaine, 1/1)

Summary: Blaine Anderson is volunteered for a wet t-shirt contest, because that’s the sort of thing that happened at college. At least there was the bonus of Sebastian Smythe, possessor of a talented tongue and a weird best friend. [Day 2: Wet T-Shirt Contest] A03

Watch it!”

Blaine stared up at the waiter who had just dropped half a glass of water on his white shirt, eyes wide with disbelief, then glanced down. A minute ago, his nipples had been warm and cosy. Now they were cold and wet and highly visible against the clinging fabric, and Blaine could see where he’d slacked on his grooming a little and needed a wax, and ah shit the water was trickling down his waistband. All he could be thankful for was that he was dressed casually for a pool party, and a silk bowtie hadn’t paid the price.

“It’s okay,” Blaine lied through his teeth, looking up at the waiter again. “Customer service can be exhausting …” Then he frowned, because an intent, intrigued stare was on the guy’s face, and that was not the waiter uniform of English Cellar Alehouse. “Wait –.”

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