his eyes holy shit

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 3/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!

Word Count: 3,405

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Almost a month later, but this fic is officially done :D I hope you all enjoy this fluffiness. 

Originally posted by mackievanstan


Work managed to distract you enough to not keep looking at the clock every five minutes. Despite part of your brain telling you that there was no way you had a date with Captain America, there was another part that couldn’t help but to hope this was true. And so, you found yourself daydreaming of showing up to the restaurant and seeing him there. What would you even say to him? What kind of greeting would you use? Would you address him as Captain, or maybe Mr. Rogers, or just Steve?

By the time you got home, you had a few outfit options in mind and made a beeline to the bathroom, taking a shower before you got started on getting ready.

Peter came around as you were choosing between four different outfits you had draped on your bed. He helped you picked the one that was form-fitting, waggling his eyebrows playfully.

“We gotta tease him,” he said.

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BTS reactions to your nudes

Requested by: @-happytbh-

A/N: this was so cute~ im super glad you requested this bb, i laughed, i cried… maybe i’m just sleep deprived, but enjoy my lovelies - Kaitlin


Seokjin:  Stunned. He’s just standing there gawking at his phone for what felt like hours, he didn’t care. He loves your body and never fails to tell you. He’s biting his lip and sending you dirty texts, trying to get more pictures from you until he can get home to see you ;)

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi:  When he unlocks his phone and see a picture of you wearing nothing but his fave pair of panties, this giant smirk spreads across his face bc oHmyGod ur so nasty and hot and you’re all his. He wipes off that smirk and replaces it with a poker face so no one gets suspicious as to why he’s staring at his phone for so long

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Hoseok: when his vision is blessed with your gorgeous bare ass he has to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from groaning in awe. his first instinct is to run and show the guys at how beautiful his girlfriend is. But on second thought, that probably isn’t the best plan…

Originally posted by j-cypher

Namjoon: He lets his eyes linger on your photo, not caring who saw him staring. His gaze traveled from the swell of your chest down to your beautiful thighs, taking in everything in between. Once he’s had enough waiting, he’s on his way to see you *wink wonk*

Originally posted by glitchyoongi

Jimin: Chim thinks he’s so fucking rad. the hottest girl ever just sent him a jaw-dropping nude… of cOURSE he’s smug about it. But oh no… Hobi saw… he caught a peak at Jimin’s screen and now he’s all “hey… jimin… ;)))” and chims so flustered oh my god hobi’s gonna tell everybody and now you’re gonna h8 him

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Taehyung: He would see a new message from you and this lil smile would tug his lips and he’d get all mushy. He clicks off his phone immediately after seeing your naked body, covered only by the new lace bra he just bought you. He’s biting his lips and trying to hold back the blush. he’s so excited to go home and take that bra off (probably with his teeth and with lots of giggles amirite?)

Originally posted by taesies

Jungkook: He sees your message and gets excited bc ur so fun he loves u so much. when he opens the message and see a picture of your bare chest hOLY SHIT HIS EYES ARE SO BIG. his hyungs are getting suspicious and want to know what kook’s so *heart eyes* for so they try and grab at his phone and look at it but Jeon is out. hes fucking gone. no way in hell they’re ever seeing this

Originally posted by exhoeluxionism

Paranoia | M

“Does it look like I want to be stuck with you for the rest of my life?”

Précis; Because waking up beside the one you have always despised isn’t something that you thought would ever actually happen.

Note: Since this post was eaten awhile back, I had to rewrite it..good thing my memory is A1 lol. *whispers* this is hella revamped so if you read it before..it’s 85% different | Words ➳ 11k

Genre & Warnings: Fluff, humor and minor angst. O h, & light smut. ((: {ft. Jungkook} | enemies to lovers au

➳ paranoia ; suspicion and mistrust of people or their actions without evidence and justification.


It was the tinkling of ice that rummaged within your glass of liquor that you debated whether to drink the contents and regret it the day after or to deny the free offer the bartender had given you; to try their new bottle they had promptly started to sell within the specific bar. Your eyes narrowed towards the softly fizzing contents inside your glass, scrutinizing the bubbles as they dispersed after floating about the liquid for more than a few seconds — having wasted their purpose as they popped small amounts of gas within the air. You were so entranced, giving yourself thousands of reasons why drinking at that moment shouldn’t even be debatable to notice the bartender laugh under his breath.

“It’s not going to kill you, you know.” He said, shaking a blender cup before he started to pour someone else a glass of alcohol.

You pursed your lips, glancing to your phone hoping you would receive a text back but to your dismay, you had received nothing. “It may not kill me,” you started while you softly flicked the glass with your finger as the crushed ice began to dance with one another, “but it will ruin my life.”

He hummed, resting his elbow on the counter and towards your sober state of mind, sliding the cup a little closer to you. “But it may also give you something to live for.”

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1. You cry. Holy shit, do you cry. Sobs choke you on buses and in the bathrooms at school and most heavily late at night as you wait for a text.


2. This text won’t come. You cry harder.


4. You run into him in the hallways. You may try to catch his eye but when you do, it feels like ice slipping down to your stomach and proceeds to gather there like lead. Next time it happens you walk fast with your head down.


5. Polite mumbles are finally passed between the two of you. Maybe an obligatory thank you as he holds a door, or an excuse me as you walk past, utterly daunted by the prospect of brushing his arm. He mumbles an unintelligible reply, and your ears will by habit perk up to seek that special and soft tone of voice reserved only for you.


6. You won’t find it. And eventually, you stop looking.


7. The two of you are officially on speaking terms again. Possibly not one-on-one conversations, but if he’s in a group you no longer feel the need to exclude yourself. Your heart breaks as he laughs easily at other’s jokes, but then proceeds to mend itself and soar as he does the same to yours. He always loved your sense of humor.


8. You text him for the first time since everything happened. It’s strictly for homework help, it’s been nearly two months, and it takes you four hours to work up the nerve to hit send. He replies within the minute. You can’t help but marvel at the fact that even now, he’s still coming to the rescue when you call.


9. You’re good friends by this point. Conversations alone are no longer scary things, but something you hope to happen throughout the day. But then, when one does, his friend flashes you two a heart symbol across the room. Like a tidal wave crashing down on to the beach, you’re reminded of how much you still love him with such force it nearly knocks the breath out of you. You walk away without meeting his eyes. You go home with your head down.


10. You cry. Holy shit, do you cry.

—  How To Not Get Over A Boy In 10 Easy Steps

i know that the fandom’s main love is pining Keith with oblivious Lance and i’m for that but I totally see Keith as not knowing what the fuck a crush is so Lance is the one that’s pining first but he has no idea he’s doing it, like he still flirts with all the other aliens but he tends to be the first one to volunteer for a mission that Keith’s going on, and he sulks when Keith goes places without him, and he gets kinda anxious when he goes without Keith because as reckless as the guy is, his presence makes Lance feel like he can be more clear-headed (I think Lance is just as foolhardy as Keith is when he’s by himself or with more cautious people but he’s one of those people who becomes more cool-headed the more reckless the people around him are)

and Allura is the first one who notices the way that Lance keeps putting his little defense drone into more dangerous situations so that he can be fighting next to Keith, and Keith starts complaining to Shiro or Pidge that Lance is being like, super competitive lately and won’t leave him alone?? What is happening all of a sudden he was always like this but now he’s extra like this??

And meanwhile Lance is complaining to Hunk about how annoying everything Keith does is but all he does is reveal just how much he’s been paying attention to Keith

and finally Pidge gets really frustrated listening to Keith whine and they just throw their tools across the room and shout “oh my god, Keith, Lance has a crush on you, like it’s so obvious has no one else noticed??” and as luck would have it, everyone else is around except for Lance, and Keith is like “what the fuck no?? I’ve seen him flirt that’s not how he does it he’s not flirting with me he doesn’t have feelings for me” but everyone else is around and they’re just like son.

Shiro just kinda shakes his head with his head in his hand, and Coran is like “well it’s not like they did it on Altea but it’s very clear that Lance is experiencing a severe case of feelings for you” and Allura’s like “I mean it’s obvious that he wants to be around you like 24/7″ and Hunk affirms that Lance talks a lot about Keith’s eyes and he might think he’s complaining but no one complains that lovingly about the color of someone’s eyes

And Keith just

stands there and stares like

everyone else knew?????  what is crush how do??

but he starts paying more attention to Lance then, and agreeing to let him come on more solo missions and volunteering to go on ones that Lance is going on because he wants to figure it out for himself, and they bicker a lot cause that’s what they do but Keith realizes that hey yeah they actually get along really well? And Lance keeps like, absently touching him, like giving him shoulder bumps or high fives or even like fixing Keith’s hair when it gets into his eyes like a mother hen and Keith’s like holy shit actually yes i think i like him is this what a crush is??

but the fun part is

Lance still doesn’t realize his own feelings

and it doesn’t come out until Keith, red-faced, blurts out in the middle of an argument that “I REALLY LIKE YOU AND YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE YOU LIKE ME SO STOP TEASING ME AND MAKING ME QUESTION WHETHER OR NOT YOU DO” and Lance is like ????????? and Keith storms off to hide in a ball in his room and Lance just looks helplessly at everyone else like “what’s his deal??” and they all just shake their heads at him like “dude….you’ve had a crush on him….for weeks…all the signs are there….”

And very very slowly it all dawns on Lance and he’s like

“how the fuck am I the always last to know everything???”

                                       NIGHTMARE EYES


So ya’ll, I freaking love Night In The Woods

(Recommend to click full size for a lil surprise unless Tumblr becomes a bitch and messes up the quality)

Imagine babysitting Groot with Peter...

Originally posted by nicolasprenger

Warnings: way too cute for human consumption, probably language

A/N: This was a request by @grootiez. I hope you like it because I loved it. Definitely spurred more Groot ideas.

Tags: @bitch-m-fabulous , @thecupcakeconsumer, @courtneychicken

You sat reading aloud next to the tiny planted Groot. He had been growing well since sacrificing himself and you hoped he would talk soon. You never met full sized Groot but between the stories and how much time you spent sitting with Baby Groot, you were pretty sure you would have loved him. The group was supposed to be going into the city on the planet you just landed so that they could collect some general supplies and maybe intel. You hated going outside so you opted out and just gave Rocket a brief list in exchange for you staying with Groot. 

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Nerves - Smut

Originally posted by redstringbughead

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,414
AN: Hey look! I’m not dead! Thanks for being patient with me these past few weeks, I was in a weird place and it’s just been hard for me to get into the mood to write, but it seems as if I’m back in the groove. Yay! This was written for @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski‘s lacrosse week, so make sure you watch their blogs for some more of our favorite team, the Beacon Hills Cyclones! Also special thanks to those of you who have been encouraging me like @celestial-writing, @ninja-stiles and @thelittlestkitsune. And thanks to @writing-obrien for helping me when I got stuck, I love you all!!



“I’m so nervous.” Stiles said quietly from beside you, his knuckles white from his grip on the steering wheel.

It was his first lacrosse game, the first one where he’d actually be playing on the field, and he was extra fidgety. You reached out to rub his shoulder soothingly as he drove the familiar route to the school. “You’re gonna do great, babe. You and Scott have been practicing so much, you’re not a bad player.”

He sighed. “I’m gonna get out there and choke, I know it.” He pulled into a parking spot, turning off the ignition and sitting back, his hand over his eyes. “Maybe I’ll just fake sick.”

“No way.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and slid closer to him, your hand moving to grab his wrist and uncover his eyes. “The team needs you. You can do this, I know you can.”

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student! taehyung smut

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

word count: too bad to even bother knowing 

tags: fingering, exhibitionism(?), public stimulation, bathroom sex


maths class bored you to tears. your teacher droned on continuously. it was like being stuck in a horrible weekly loop of monotonous voices.

but today’s class had peaked your interest as a new kid had joined the class.

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Work From Home - Smut

Originally posted by fandcm-world

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader
Words: 2,656
AN: A little birdie told me there’s going to be a couple of Stuart fics coming out in the next week….here’s one for ya. I love you guys, I hope you like!


Your boyfriend Stuart worked long hours a lot, and it could get pretty lonely. He loved his job, and you knew it he was good at it. He was incredibly smart, and he’d been chosen out of hundreds of applicants for the internship that got him started with Google, and you were so, so proud of him. You just missed him.

He texted you whenever he had a free moment, asking you about your day, and making plans with you for dinner, telling you stories about his co-workers, or jokes that made you laugh. But sometimes you wished he could stay in bed with you all day, putting those fingers to better use on your body, instead of on his phone or computer.

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anonymous asked:

i'm desperate for more older brother phil fucking his brother, Jordan's, friend Dan

finally

+ guys i’ll do more omo soon calm down

“Jordan! Get off me!”

Dan thrashed, trying to shove off the boy currently straddling his waist, tickling everywhere he could reach. Dan giggled, trying to hit him, but Jordan just ignored him.

“Jeez, you’re weak. You can’t even protect yourself.” Jordan laughed, moving his hands to Dan’s neck. Dan screeched, squirming underneath him.

They had gotten closer in the last few weeks, which was heaven for Dan. He had never really had a best friend, and it felt great. It felt good to have someone to sit with during lunch, to talk to in the middle of night, to hang out with or call when you’re bored. Dan had been missing that.

None of this, of course, was very much fun for Phil.

He had to listen to all this, the laughing, the whining. He needed a drink. His visit with his family was almost over, and honestly, it couldn’t come soon enough.

He was done listening to this.

Both Dan and Jordan looked up abruptly when they heard a knock on the door frame. Phil cleared his throat. Jordan just rolled his eyes, standing up, but Dan froze.

He had hardly shared eye contact with Phil since… that day, and he honestly felt stupid that he had thought Phil might actually talk to him. But now Phil was staring directly at him, his gaze icy.

“What do you want, Phil?” Jordan asked, glaring at him. Phil crossed his arms, leaning against the door.

“I wanna talk to Dan.”

Dan’s heart skipped a beat. No, shut up. He’s probably going to kick you out or something, you’ve probably overdone your welcome.

“Why?” Jordan shook his head. “He’s busy. Go away.”

“Shut up, Jordan. You don’t own him.” Phil raised an eyebrow, turning to Dan. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” Jordan answered for him. “He doesn’t want to talk to you. Right Dan?”

Dan swallowed. He was never good under pressure, and with both of them staring at him, waiting for an answer… his hands were sweating.

“Uh, I’m n-not busy.”

Phil looked pleased, and smug, which was incredibly hot. Jordan just looked betrayed. Dan rolled his eyes.

“Oh c’mon Jordie, he just wants to talk. I’ll be right back.”

He sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Fine. Whatever. Be quick.”

Dan nodded, standing up and walking to the older boy. He shared a look with Phil at the door, and followed him down the hall, to the kitchen.

Dan hugged himself, wrapping his arms around his torso, leaning against the counter. He still felt stupid. Dummy. Of course Phil doesn’t want you, he won’t even look at you.

Before Dan could break the awkward silence or even move, the older boy’s lips were attached to his throat. And then he was pinned back against the cupboards, his eyes closed, clinging to Phil’s shoulders.

“Phil-” He choked out, his breath catching.

“Yes, angel?” He answered softly, the smirk evident in his voice, his lips trailing messily down Dan’s neck.

“W-What are you-” he swallowed. “You didn’t really want to t-talk, did you?”

“No,” the older boy breathed, sliding his hands to Dan’s lower back and pulling him closer. “Not one bit.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch and leaning against it at the same time.

“I’m sick of hearing you,” Phil growled breathily, digging his nails into Dan’s ass. “With him.”

“W-Why, daddy?”

Phil let out a sharp gasp, gripping Dan’s hips roughly and pulling their crotches together.

“Because, you sound so-” he paused, shaking his head. “I dunno, happy. I want to be the one making you happy.” He slid a hand up to Dan’s jaw, gripping it tightly. “You’re mine, you know that? Not his.”

Dan giggled, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck. “All yours,” he whispered, before connecting their mouths heatedly.

Phil picked Dan up momentarily, placing him on the counter and moving between his legs. He tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, pulling him as close as possible, muffling his quiet moans and whimpers.

“Need you,” Dan blurted, breaking away for air momentarily. “Please. Need you now.”

Phil chuckled quietly, his hands gliding over Dan’s thighs, scratching him through the fabric.

“Are you sure, baby? Jordan will definitely hear us…”

“I don’t care,” Dan whined, huffing desperately. Phil looked so snide, so fucking snarky… he wanted to slap him for enjoying this, but he really didn’t want to find out what Phil would do to him if he acted on his urges. “Please, Phil.”

Phil smirked, his fingers sliding to Dan’s zipper and gently tugging at it.

“Well, if you really don’t care…”

Dan put his hands over Phil’s, meeting his eyes and guided Phil’s fingers down. “I don’t,” he said softly, firmly.

And then Phil was pulling Dan’s shirt off roughly, and Dan hardly knew what was happening until Phil was climbing on top of him on the counter, his jeans and shirt off as well.

Dan moaned, throwing his head back as Phil palmed at his crotch, leaning over him to kiss him sweetly. It quieted him, but only slightly.

Phil bit down on Dan’s lower lip, tugging gently and grinding down on him. He took it slow, keeping his pace steady. For some god damn reason, he had an overwhelming urge to make Dan jizz in his boxers. He smiled to himself at that, and Dan whimpered from underneath him.

Dan tried to reach down and touch himself, but Phil moved so Dan’s arms were pinned at his sides by Phil’s legs, helpless.

“Please,” Dan whimpered, his voice already broken and completely fucked out as if he had been screaming for hours. He whined, squirming under the older boy’s touch and begging for friction, to be touched, fucked, anything. “Fuck-”

Phil grinned almost maliciously, grinding his hips down against Dan’s most sensitive spot at the moment. Dan involuntarily bucked his hips, rutting against Phil for anything, god, he just wanted to cum.

“Beg,” Phil whispered huskily, and Dan couldn’t help but full on whine at that.

“You’re such a-” Phil cut off Dan’s insult by slipping his hand into his boxers, and Dan’s breath caught. And then the boy above him was full on fucking down on him, rolling his hips deliciously.

“Ah-!” Dan whined, rutting up needily. “Please Phil, oh fuck, please-! So g-good, ohh fuck.”

“Guys?!”

Dan came just as Jordan burst in from the hallway, instantly covering his eyes. “Holy shit,” he cursed, turning away. “Oh my god. Phil!

Phil climbed off of Dan, dropping his feet to the floor. “What?” He asked calmly.

“God damn it!”

Phil helped Dan get his shirt on, and even wrestled his jeans on.

“Um,” Dan mumbled, dazed, his eyes focusing on the wall behind Jordan. “I t-think I need to go home to…”

“Yeah, yeah, go.”

Phil tugged his jeans on. “I’ll drive you.”

“No you fucking won’t,” Jordan hissed, whirling around and glaring at his brother. “You’ve already stolen my fucking friend, I’ll get him home.”

Phil raised his eyebrows, slowly wrapping his arm around Dan’s shoulders.

“I think someone’s jealous.”

Jordan was practically seething, there was nearly steam coming out of his ears. Dan couldn’t help but giggle.

“Come on Jordie,” he said softly, moving away from Phil and taking Jordan’s arm. Jordan grumbled.

“Hey Dan,” Phil called after them as Jordan tugged at him.

“Hm?”

“Next time, you’re gonna deal with this.” He pointed at his visible boner.

“Oh, god.” Jordan shook his head, looking disgusted. “Just deal with it while we’re gone.”

Phil grinned, winking at Dan quickly before spinning around and retreated to his room. Dan smiled to himself. Maybe they wouldn’t have to hide anything anymore.

Business and Pleasure - Part 18

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I’m so so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this written, guys. I’m in my last semester of college and these last few weeks have been absolute hell. I’m slowly trying to catch up with life, while also trying to just make it through finals alive. Anyway, I’m not super thrilled with how this chapter came out, but I feel like I owe it to you guys to at least post it. I’m sorry if it’s not up to my usual standards, but I’m doing my best. Hopefully by the next chapter, I’ll be back to being my usual self. 


Originally posted by wishyouwereherexox

“Y/N? Are you almost ready doll? We should get going. The appointment’s in an hour and you know how unpredictable traffic can be around this time,” Bucky smiled at you from the doorway, watching as you pulled on your shoes.

“Yup! Just let me grab my purse and I’ll be ready to go!” You nodded, blushing slightly as you felt his eyes trailing over your figure.

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Training

Pairing: FBI!Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2677

Author’s Note: In relation to the new teen wolf trailer, this! Lol I wrote this in a couple hours and I think it’s cute? I mean it’s probably shit but I couldn’t wait. I hope y’all enjoy! Thanks to my babe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for meeeeeee.


Originally posted by stydiaislove

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Give Me Love, 10

Throne Of Glass High School AU

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX

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Saturday Evening:

“What do you think?”

Aelin stepped back from her laptop. She held out her arms slightly, showing off her outfit to Nehemia.

“Mhmmm,” Nehemia placed her head on her hand. She started tapping her chin with her finger, eyes narrowed slightly. “Get rid of the red jacket. You need something more neutral.”

Aelin shredded her red leather jacket, leaving her standing in just her white, flowy t-shirt and dark skinny jeans.

“More neutral.” Aelin repeated, throwing the red jacket on her bad as she walked over to her closet.

“Yeah. The red just seemed too much.” Came Nehemia’s voice through her laptop. “What are you and Rowan doing tonight anyways?”

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Feel Me (renewed)

Bucky x (enhanced) Reader

Notes: anxiety, emotional stress, flirting, smut, fluff

A/N: So here it is guys! The new version of Feel Me, I hope you enjoy the parts I’ve added. There’s gonna be more. Some more emotions are still to be explored, so I’ll get those out there when I get to them. Happy reading! xxx


After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it. The place was quiet, kind of secluded, but often moderately busy with regular patrons.

The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy, timid, and waited patiently until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut with the wind picking up.

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Now There’s Your Pickup Line

Sterek, 2K, T

AU, First Kiss, New Year’s Eve

Prompted from the screenshot of that cop on Tinder with the bio: “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.”


Derek shut the door behind him with a sigh and sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. He hated parties, and he was pissed that Laura had dragged him to the New Year’s Eve one she was hosting at her apartment. She did a really good guilt trip, though, so Derek was there. And now, he was curious how long it would take her to realize that he was hiding in her closet. He was hoping for at least a 20-minute break away from the endless small talk.

He pulled out his phone and swiped idly through the app screens, hovering his thumb over the little flame icon. Laura had created a Tinder account for him a few weeks ago—very much against his wishes—but he’d only been on it a couple times, and he’d never swiped right for anyone. He’d never really done the online dating thing; it just hadn’t really appealed to him. It seemed to encourage quick decisions based just on someone’s looks, and well…Derek had enough of that already.

He was bored, though, so he opened the app and immediately swiped left, wincing at the cheesy shirtless mirror shot of the first guy that popped up. Derek swiped left again, for a girl whose bio just said NO DRAMA, and then couldn’t hold in the little snort at the bio of the next guy. “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.

Derek’s gaze drifted up to the photo, and he swallowed hard. This guy, Stiles, what kind of name was that, was seriously attractive. He was really working the cop uniform in the first photo, all broad smile and bright eyes. Probably taken at the pride parade, if the crowd behind him and the rainbow flag were any indication.

Derek swiped through the rest of the pictures—one of him with a dog, one of him shirtless on a beach, one of him playing what looked like a pickup baseball game—and audibly exhaled. He was definitely Derek’s type, tall and lean with broad shoulders. Before he could talk himself out of it, he swiped right. The app notified him of a match, and Derek couldn’t stop the little inward preen at the thought of this guy swiping right on him, too.

He ran with this foreign streak of courage and tapped the message button.

That is the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.

Derek had no idea what the typical messaging etiquette was on Tinder, but Stiles replied just a minute later.

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