its rlly dark in my room so heres one from the other day

alivingfandoomreference  asked:

Virgil is having a rlly hard time doing basic things. i.e. talking to the other sides, he's getting too nervous, cants sleep at nite. He goes to Logan for advice. Yet butterflies attack his insides and when he look as at Logan all he can do is blush and the same is happening for Logan. Idk it's all fluff in my head

Pairing: Analogical 

Warnings: Sleep deprivation 

Word Count: 784

Sleepy Crushes

Virgil was having one of those days. One of those days where his heart was beating too fast, his hands too shaky, and every little sound would make him jump.

He could barely sleep the night before as his thoughts spiraled to all the mistakes he made the day before: he dropped Patton’s cookies, so obviously Patton hated him now; he spaced out when Roman was talking to him, so now Roman probably thinks he doesn’t care about him; and he played his music so loudly that Logan had to tell him to make it quieter so he could work, so now Logan believes that he’s disrespectful.

Logan. Normally Virgil would go to Logan for help when he can’t sleep, lest he have a day like this. But lately, Virgil’s been having these butterflies in his stomach when he talks to Logan, and no they aren’t just normal I-am-talking-to-someone-dear-lord-save-me anxiety feelings.These butterflies have been more like I-have-a-stupid-crush-dear-lord-save-me feelings.

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Forever (Jeonghan x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Could you do a very angsty scenario with Jeonghan (SVT) where the reader gets into an accident? The end is up to you (if there is a death or not) but rlly angsty pls thank uu


Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader

Warnings: slight language, self-hatred/blame, car crash, hospitals

Word Count: 1976

Authors Notes: Here you go, Jeonghan angst for your sick, twisted pleasure lmao. I joke, but I tried my best with this, I genuinely got frustrated and upset writing this haha. But! I hope you enjoy it and that it was what you asked for. Let me know if there are any errors, and happy reading! (Or not so happy reading, I guess in this case)

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NCT Dream reating to you being able to dance

A/N: i honestly can not stand still so i am always moving and dancing💃🏼 it will be mostly hip hop but a little bit of ballet👨🏿‍🍳 +those are not my gifs👇🏽


OK so let’s say it’s still fairly early in the relationship, and on one of his free days which he doesn’t get very many of he invites you over to the dorm for a movie marathon with pizza and candy and maybe cuddles? and defiantly no hyungs+haechan. it would break you heart but you would have to turn him down because today is the day of your ballet recital. he would probably freak bc wtf you can dance¿ you would probably hit him with “yea didnt i tell you? :/” knowing damn well you didnt tell him. as it turn out you vvv insecure about your dancing and plus you didnt want mark to see you in a tutu :’). BUT NOW THE CATS OUT OF THE BAG and he would blow you up with questions like “where is it?” “when is it?” “how much is it?” “what should i wear?” “im on my way?” and now your freaking out bc markflippinleeiscomingtoseeyoudance and now you are dying ya see bc mark makes you vvv nervous and you need to do well bc your mom is paying a lot of money for you to do ballet and you dont want to embarrass yourself in front of your bae. but none of that matters because after everything is said and done mark finds you back stage and looks at you like your jesus and just walked on water. he would give you so much praise and tell you how amazing and talented and beautiful you are + he would show you all the pictures he took of you on stage. he would also probably send a video of you to the other members with a caption like “thats my bae😍😭🤧🤤” which would result in donghyuck teasing you about your tutu forever:’)


So donghyuck is probably one of those really annoying bfs who is always up you ass, saying things like “aren’t i so cute?” and “i bet your last boyfriend want as attractive as me” so one day when you went to watch him practice he would pull you over to one of the wall sized mirrors and say some barnyard baloney like “You know what I see? I see someone full of talent and beauty and youth with a very bright future” this would cause you to blush, but stop when he opened his mouth again. “Oh look your here too!” You would push him away for being a crazy fool. Still looking at yourself in the mirror you would try to recreate some of the dance moves you saw watching your boyfriend practice. You watch him so often you could probably take his place in ‘first and last.’ he would watch you watch yourself in the mirror and just sit there. you can barley walk in a straight line so he would be pretty shocked when he saw you dace,,, well. he would most likely walk up to you like “your good.. but im better.” he would then go back to practice but little do you know he would go back to the dorm bragging to his hyungs about how amazing his girlfriend is, you would be in the dark about how much he praises you untill mark texts you saying
“im going to kill hc… fr this time”
“he wont shut up about how 'talented’ and 'beautiful’ you are, he even said 'she has more visuals then all of you combined and could probably out dance every one of you’”
this would cause you to laugh and then next time you see him say something like “so you think im beautiful, talented, and a better dancer than all of your hyungs?” he would probably turn really red and burry his head in your shoulder whining about how he hates it when you tease him. omfg hc makes me soft :“)


okay so how about this, you and jeno have been buddies since forever and he wont shut up about how tired he is since he picked up and extra dance class and how its painfully awkward because he doesn’t know anyone in that room. so you being the best friend you can be offer to take the class with him, when you bring it up he laughs, hard and tells you that you shouldnt bc everyone one there is "really talented” and he “doesn’t think you can handle it”. which kinda pisses you off, you almost drop the idea but then your remember that next time he throws a fit your gonna be the one to listen to him piss&moan so you torment your mom into paying your way for the dance class, which happens to be rlly expensive he is lucky you love him. long story short when you showed up to class he was vv shocked and told you that you should go home, what you dont know is he is worried that you might get hurt or embarrassed or even lose sleep because of the class bc ya know, you make jeno soft :“”). buttt you have a point to prove and ignore his words. cutting to the chase jeno is caught off guard when you are able to keep up with the instructor and dance well. bc he was so sidetracked by you he would most likely get scolded by the instructor which would cause you to laugh and him to turn very red.


i would think any relationship with renjun would be pretty relaxed and chill, he would probably like a small girl, not super small but smaller than him bc rip his tiny boy ego. maybe small enough to be a flyer? since you were young youve done gymnastics and renjun knows this. there is only like 2 gyms in the area so when you are doing your flips someone comes up and asks if youve every considered cheerleading, bc your good at tumbling and probably small enough to be a flyer. pondering this you decide to try out for your high school cheer team and it turns out the guy from the gym is also the captain of the team so when he saw you at tryouts he was happy he saved a spot in hopes you would show up. excited that you are apart of a cheer squad you drag renjun whenever you can to all your practices, since there is a lot of dancing in cheer and you dont spend the entire time in the air and flipping he is impressed to see your moves, i could also see him taking you to sm so you can use one of the studios to practice.


ok so like what if you and chenle were just chilling in class and school was getting ready to start but you were standing by his desk just messing around and like someone in the back, some random kid is playing dip dip by 21 savage which just so happens to be your song. so like you absent mindedly start to move around. you are in the middle of telling a him some story about you calling your mom by her first name and as he is laughing at your words and watching you move around and randomly you drop and reverse. he cuts you off screaming like the dolphin he is. “OH MY GAWHD THAT WAS COOL” and “DO THAT AGAINNN” laughing at his reaction you milly rock and reverse which causes his screams to increase x2000 decibels. and ever since then he would randomly turn to you and ask you to reverse, like at lunch, on the way home, at the arcade, in study hall, and in the middle of panera bread. he would probably tag you in musically videos saying sum like “can you do this😱” and if you say yea then next time he sees you irl he would beg you to do it for him, or if he was away from you he would ft/skype you so you could show him or ask you send a video as proof and you better believe if you send him a video he will send it to everyone and post it everywhere says things like “omg, she is soooo goooodddddd😻🤤🤗” and then ten would probably leave some comment like “i be i can reverse better😉”


i feel like as jisung gets older he gets cockier so he probably like to try and show off to you and dance for you. he would probably ask mark (and not hc bc he dosnt want teased) to teach him the dance to cherry bomb so he can dance for you i bet my house he already knows the dance but whatever, maybe he asks mark to help him perfect it. he would practice for days before inviting you to the studio to show you how good of a dancer he is even though you already know. but unknown to him is the fact that nct 127 is your religion and cherry bomb is your favorite hyme so the video is sacred ground. and when he says he wants to show you him dancing to cb you are through the roof bc ur boyfie wants to dance to a song choreographed by jesus himself or maybe the devil. he is about half way through the dance when he dose something backwards which is WEiRD bc he is such and good dancer and he practiced so hard, you must make him nervous🤧 anyway you just sit quietly and let him finished the dance. when he is done he excitedly asks you what you thought, “it was good” you answer stiffly remembering his little mistake. your lack of enthusiasm throws him off and causes him to question what you really thought “well i just noticed you did this instead of this” you said demonstrated what he did wrong and what he should’ve done. jisung is flabbergasted bc, 1.) how did he manage to mess that up? 2.) you looked really good doing that 3.) how on earth did you catch that?

You gUYS I LITERALLY JUST HAD A SHAWN CONCERT DREAM AND ITS BASICALLY A TRIPPY ONESHOT i dreamt that for some reason my dad got tickets but it wasn’t a real show, it was extremely intimate (like 50 people tops) and i didnt even know i was going until that day. I remember pushing against the masses with my brother and running to the front row (we ended up getting to sit jn the front row) and for some reason in the dream, Shawn had like a little room to himself and it was right across out little corner so we were able to see him get in and out of the room before the show started (so i basically got access to his dressing room but i couldnt get in but for some reason in my head he was hot pressing t shirt prints not even his own merch just prints lmao im wildin)
And he played lil playlists and for SOME REASON UNBEKNOWNST TO GOD he likes the angus, thongs & perfect snogging soundtrack and he has a dog who’s a lil female pup and when he plays good songs she dances and he talks adoringly to her and he’s all like “oh, you like this song, don’t you?” while picking her up (ik he’s allergic but the man of my dreams is a dog kinda man)
And he sees me watching the lil moment and he blushes and looks down but notices me mouthing the words and he looks at me curiously. Then we exchange little moments (bc for some reason the show wasnt gonna be another hour or so and he was literally just chillin in our corner, by his own dressing room) (also he had a white bike? That he didn’t use? But it was propped up against the wall so?)
AND i dont remember much of the words i said to him but i remember me and my dumbass who couldnt contain her banter and had to subtly jokingly insult him AND I TOUCHED HIS ARM (TWICE) (altho for some reason he was a lil skinnier in my dream than in irl i hope all is good and he’s not losing unhealthy weight)
And then i take a toilet break bc my family being my family brought way too many snacks and then finished everything before the show even started. When i came back, my dad was asking me to help clean up the mess my siblings made and he was talking to shawn!!!
My dad: “don’t you get tired, what with tour and everything?”
Shawn: “yeah, but I always get so excited because my home is nothing compared to traveling everywhere and seeing the things each new place brings, especially here. I mean come on,” (i live in Indonesia and for some reason i just knew he was talking about Bali)
And while this is happening im cleaning the trash like a fucken modern day Cinderella ok wtf but its all good cuz my dad then helps me and shawn walks away a little bit but then turns around (im convinced he does this w everything) and asks “can I help you with that, guys?” And my dad says yes, obviously.
Im nervously apologizing for my siblings who eat like absolute horses and he’s all smiling and amused eyes and he’s like “nah, i totally get it.” while picking up Indonesian candy wrappers.
I also distinctly remember the nerves i got, i was so excited my heart actually hurt and it felt like it was a lil sea urchin (like a ball with spikes tryna stab at me from different directions all at once)
Then the show starts (before the show he gives his dog a bowl of water 😭) and the stage was literally only like 2 meters away from the front row it wasnt even a proper concert hall, it was just an indoor plaza. So obviously we could make eye contact while jamming but i didnt rlly try as much anymore bc i just wanted to enjoy it and stop passive aggressively trying to make Shawn Mendes fall in love w me lol . The show was hella short and the mic stopped at one point so he just screamed out w his guitar and i’ve never heard anything better, even in my sleep
So anywho the show ends and my dad is literally like “lets go. I’m hungry. We need to eat. Now.” And i was trying not to rip my hair out in frustration like UGH dad! I’m trying to linger here until Shawn realizes that he needs my number!! Hello?!
But my dad being my dad decided to be a total cockblock and usher me into the car. I strapped myself in the front seat and we drove to the minimart right next to the venue. At this point my dad’s ordering street food to go (Martabak, for those of u who are indonesian or who just wanted to know. Its delicious, look it up) and its taking a long time, obviously. By then the venue was clearing up and i could see families drive away in their cars. I remember kinda just melancholically resting my chin on my crossed arms that were propped up on the dashboard of the car, me looking out through the huge front window.
“Do you think Shawn digged me?” I sighed, asking my siblings. (Also apparently dream me only speaks in 90’s slang idek).
My lil brother, bless him, was all like “i don’t know, totally possible!!”
We went back to comfortable silence until my dad opens the door to hand me all the food. He takes his time and he’s lecturing me about not dropping it because apparently i’ve done so twice before (i’ve never dropped a single piece of martabak in my entire life) but his voice becomes background noise as i look up and see Shawn coming out of the lil mini market in a white hotel robe and slippers (as if he wasnt on the fucking side of a jakarta street jesus white people).
Im holding my breath as he passes by my car but i can tell he’s trying not to let the familiarity wash over his face as he recognizes my dad’s voice (who is still going on and on abt that time i dropped martabak, dont know why my subconscious thought this was important) and much to my dismay i see him continue to walk away so i look up at my dad from my seat and nod at him, focusing on the food so i dont ruin my dad’s only hope of me not dropping the damned thing.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, i see shawn’s head pop up beside my dad’s shoulder (he’s leaning, he’s a fucking giraffe compared to my asian self) and he’s got that searching look on his face and it makes him look kinda dumb but so so cute and i could see that his hair was real glossy, like Pantene commercial glossy, and that it was a chestnut brown (like the exact color of the sole dark brown crayon you would get back when we only bought a 24 crayon pack) and that his cheeks were a lil less rosy in the jakarta heat but his skin was hella white, esp for me who’s used to seeing asian or mixed kids, and he’s got a bit of texture around his cheeks, near his mouth and nose, a telltale sign of how young he actually is. His brown eyes (same color as mine, kinda gold in the light, but no actual gold flecks) find mine and he gives me that signature Nice smile (which was so much goofier in real life, well dream at least im so in LOVE) and he’s about to open his mouth and ask me for my number or twitter handle or insta acc or someTHING but i literally jolt awake bc someone is ringing the hotel room doorbell and im scrambling in the dark bc its still 6:00 am in Bali and i open the door to find none other than,,, my dAD. This man actually cockblocked me in real life!!!!!! I tell him that Shawn was just abt to ask me for my number and he ruined everything and mumbled grumpily while crawling back into bed.
Ok y'all, hope u liked that literal godly dream i just got, congrats if u’re still reading this. Im a psycho. Goodnight/morning :-)

anonymous asked:

for the drabble game, can I request genderqueer!namjoon + skirts + "why are you laughing?" ?

There’s a lot of things Namjoon knows to be true in life, in his life anyway. Things like the way that Cherry Blossoms spring up and fade so quickly, wild and spontaneous and so beautiful but so fleeting, how it makes him feel like life is a beautiful thing, but so, so short. A pin prick of beauty that lasts only a second. Things like how Hoseok’s smile always puts him at ease, how Yoongi always knows what to say in that tired, Daegu slur of his. Things like how his life is a constant guessing game, identity sloshing from side to the other, never lining up with the way that he presents, never what he wants to see, never how he feels.

It’s cliche, wondering when his reflection will show who he really is, how he really feels, but he wonders all the same. Smoothing his palms over the worn denim of his jeans, tattered and loose in all the right ways, except not really. Not really. Not where it counts. Even loose clothing like this leaves him feeling constricted, cornered into something that he’s not. 

But then he doesn’t have the courage to be what he is, not yet anyway, not to anyone but himself. It’s terrifying, thinking of how the others, his boys, his family, may react to him; he doesn’t like to think about it.

It all started as a joke. Not really a joke, but not anything serious, just a couple of friends goofing around, being dumb asses. Nothing new there. They say you never really know until you know, and Namjoon thinks that that’s right. Right because he never knew, not until he knew; not until Jimin laughed, a drunken sort of giggle above the noise of the room, melodic and so full of fun, asking him, telling him, to cross-dress. Put on a skirt, smooth his bangs over his eyes, wrap a choker around his neck, tight like suffocating hands.  

You never know until you know.

It was just good fun, until it wasn’t. Looking at himself in the mirror that night, seeing the way the skirt hung on his hips, accentuated his legs, the way the thin, satin line across his neck made it seem all the more dainty; something just clicked. Like pieces of a puzzle falling into place, a puzzle he didn’t even know he was trying to solve in the first place. It felt right, and he knew then, knew that he wasn’t really he, not really her either; he just was, is, existing in some sort of gendered limbo where nothing really lines up neatly, all the lines blurred and sketchy and hard to follow. Soft boundaries, easily broken, easily ignored.

Namjoon likes it here; he likes who he is, how his identity is never stable, always changing, dynamic and versatile. But it makes him afraid, less of himself and more of the world, eyes suddenly open to a world of terror he didn’t know before. 

Sometimes he still wishes he didn’t know.

The skirt, the one he had put on and loved so much all those months ago, still hangs in the back of his closet. A reminder, silent and lingering, of who he is and what he wants. It makes him feel safer, more secure in his skin, even if he doesn’t have the courage yet. 

And maybe he should have the courage, and maybe today is the day. Or at least, the start of a long walk to the day. Baby steps; start small, work your way up. That’s what Namjoon tells himself, sliding the panel to his closet back, digging through the packed full space until he finds it, fabric rough and welcomed. 

It takes time. It took longer to get here, to hold it in his hands, takes even longer to strip down, put it on, secure over his hips. A transformation; he could liken it to a chrysalis, to butterflies and beauty, but he won’t. The dyed denim of the skirt is dark, looks nice against his skin, midnight black and so simple. It looks cute, with his shirt tucked in, crumpled at the waist; he looks cute, feels cute. 

Namjoon likes it, ducks his head and smiles at the floor out of pure happiness alone, so shy even in front of himself.

It took time to get here, it’ll take longer before he’s ready for anyone to be here with him. Except that Father Time isn’t always patient, pushes us before we’re ready, expects us to stumble and fall, all scraped knees and lost progress. Must be pushing him too; he feels him before he hears him, arms around his waist, feather soft hair, a pinkish orange like grapefruit against his cheek.

“Cute.” It’s crooned, right into the shell of his ear, so gentle and sudden that Namjoon feels he could cry. But he laughs instead, a watery kind of laugh; the kind with tears threatening to spill, but happiness in its notes. And Hoseok cocks his head, meets his gaze through the mirror, a question in his eyes. “Why’re you laughing? What’s so funny, Joonie?”

“I’m happy,” he answers. Automatic, so easy to admit now that he’s been pushed. “I’m happy, like this.”

“I’m happy, too. Happy that you’re happy.” Hoseok’s answer comes just as automatic, just as easy, so easy Namjoon knows it doesn’t bother him, not in the slightest. And he laughs again, still drowning in emotion, so happy to be like this, open and vulnerable and who he is in Hoseok’s arms.

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kelbeep  asked:

Can you guys update the barista/bartender tag maybe?This blog is the best 😳😳

this might be a long one


Hug me, please? by Lonelyirises (3/5 | 1,534 | NR)

The moment the honey eyed boy set his foot in his & Laura’s shop, Derek’s life turned into a typhoon of rolling eyes and sarcasm.

“One day those eyeballs are going to roll off your skull, sourwolf!”

“Pretty sure, you’ll be there to hold on to them and ransom free coffee from me.”

“You can’t make coffee without your eyes.”

“10 bucks?”

Well, you get the picture?

Red Light’s Already Off by KuriKuri (1/1 | 3,375 | PG13)

Stiles isn’t a hooker. He just plays one on TV. 

Trouble Brewing by WeirdV (4/4 | 10,856 | G)

“Stiles?” Derek asks, sticking his head through the door of his office, “You coming to bed yet?”

He looks up, his eyes red from staring at the screen and the floor littered with files and pictures and post-it notes.

“What?” he replies, rubbing his sleepy eyes, “Yeah – just – a bit longer? I’m so close.”

“Okay” he sighs, closing the door behind him. It had gotten worse a few days ago, but he had seen how it started spiraling down almost a month ago when he first got the case.

Stiles gets a new case - and now he has to balance his time between his other cases, Derek, his friends and family - and oh, he also has a wedding to plan.
(Follow up to “Caution, contens may be hot”, but can be read alone.)


Yin To His Yang by Fearless_Wolf14 (5/? | 12,475 | PG13)

Derek always wanted kids. He always thought he would find the perfect man, get married and settled down, then worry about kids.

Now, Omega Derek Hale struggles with the affects of being left pregnant and unmated after a casual relationship with his old boyfriend ends with James dying from a fatal car crash.

White Chocolate Cheesecake by Loslote (1/1 | 2,068 | G)

Stiles shivered when he felt a rush of cold air. He turned around to see a tall, broad, extremely muscled man in a black leather jacket step in amid a flurry of snowflakes. The man’s stubble and dark hair framed piercing hazel eyes. He held his hands in his pockets, and he glared out from beneath thick, furrowed eyebrows. His eyes landed on Stiles and pierced right through him as though Stiles were the only thing standing in between this man and his coffee, and Stiles gulped and…yep. Knocked over his coffee.

“Can I…Can I help you?” Stiles asked, dropping his textbook on the counter and dabbing at the coffee stains on his flannel.

“Sixteen ounce white chocolate cheesecake mocha,” the man said after glancing at the menu board. His voice was higher than Stiles had expected, and softer. He smiled, and as his eyebrows lifted, Stiles could have sworn he heard a choir of angels burst into song. “Hold the whip, please.”

Without Sugar by JusticeBanana (8/10 | 25,634 | NC17)

There is Mr. Broody, Barista Stiles and we got coffee, black without sugar.

The One with the Freebie List by fallingfromdisgrace (1/1 | 7,159 | G)

After a crowd of unruly teenage girls force heart throb actors, Peter and Derek Hale, into Lydia’s coffee shop the last thing she expects is for Peter to declare himself an employee. And work. For no money.
Did Lydia mention she’s a fan?

The Customer Ain’t Always Right by trilliath (1/1 | 2,273 | G)

Today’s the day. He’s gonna do it. He’s actually going to (as Cora says) “speak words like a normal human and talk” to (as Cora has designated him) Cute Coffee Boy.
- Or he would, if it weren’t for this asshole cutting in line.

Let Me Help You Get Over Your Ex (and Get With Me Instead) by alittleoff (1/1 | 3,575 | R)

Derek is an accidental oblivious jerk.

or the one where Stiles tries to help Derek through his break-ups and even though things don’t go smoothly, they go.


its what you need by HaleHole (SweetFanfics) (1/1 | 1,878 | g)

“Oh!” Scott exclaims, making Derek turn around to look at him, “Stiles gave you his number then, huh?” About damn time. Scott’s had to put up with his best friend-slash-room mate go back and forth over his decision to approach Derek. It was nice to see that Stiles had finally made a move. But it didn’t look like it was well received if Derek’s face is anything to go by.

An utterly rubbish bartender au.

Chocolate Milk by smokesforsterek (1/1 | 1,602 | G)

Prompt: “yes, i know this is a bar but you’re a rlly hot bartender and i panicked and said “cHOCOLATE MILK” when you asked me what i wanted to drink, now i just want to crawl away and hide forever” sterek au :D

Don’t Belong to No City, Don’t Belong to No Man by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 1,091 | NR)

He’s still beautiful.

Extraordinarily, mysteriously so: that guileful kind of beauty that sneaks up on the poor fool lucky enough to recognize it, a peculiar constellation of dazzling features that, once recognized, become the only stars in the night sky.

That’s how it felt to Derek at least, during his fling with Stiles Stilinski, the musician who wandered into his bar late one night while on a break from his first national tour. Derek had no idea that the bewitching man was the next up-and-coming singer-songwriter the entire music industry was buzzing about. All he saw was the perfect storm of cocky, clumsy grace; disheveled hair and pink cupid’s bow lips that made him weak in the knees; bloodshot-but-still-glittering eyes the color of single malt scotch and even more intoxicating.

Rescue Me (& Take Me In Your Arms) by tumtatumtum (10/10 | 33,996 | NC17)

Just when Stiles is starting to reach panic-attack levels of stress, a leather jacket and firm thigh are pressed right up next to him, and an arm is casually thrown over his shoulder. Stiles looks up to thank this kind person who is saving his life, and suddenly forgets what air is.

Because HOT. DAMN. Call the police and the fire-man, this guy is smoking.

Or the AU where Derek helps save Stiles from an ex, and a steamy BDSM relationship ensues- with feelings all over the place.

Worth more than the cheap stuff by cjr (1/1 | 1,644 | PG13)

Derek’s a bartender who thinks Stiles is worth more than a $7 drink.

One thing you can never change by Marishna (1/1 “ 2,002 | R)

“I know I’m not as hot as some people here but you doubt my commitment to the stripper life? I could be a stripper! I’ve seen Magic Mike!”

Fall In Love In An Empty Bar by iamthelightening (1/1 | 9,840 | PG13)

There’s a new bartender at Stiles’s favourite bar, and Stiles is Not Happy.

Drinks On Me by Wiccan507 (1/1 | 7,079 | PG13)

Stiles has never been good at flirting. Everything else he can do, but flirting is kind of a no no. Out celebrating his 21st birthday the last thing he ever expected was for the bartender to want to give him flirting lessons. But if he’s offering then why not?


Hale’s Bar by Kaamen (1/1 | 1,961 | G)

What would happen if Laura never went to Beacon Hills and Stiles came to New York for NYU and got a job at Hale’s Bar.

(Stiles giving Derek heart eyes. And being saved by Derek.)

Prompt from Awful-AUs

“The customer I flipped off earlier tonight for touching my butt turned out to be the son of some high-ranking mafia someone-or-rather, and now he’s back with his posse and you’re the only other person left in the bar so can you PLEASE do something instead of sitting there looking drunk as a skunk?”

doctor’s orders by wearing_tearing (1/1 | 1,639 | PG13)

Derek sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Can you just get me a beer?”

“I should be getting you to bed,” Stiles says, and his lips twitch the moment he sees Derek’s ears turn a bit red. “But yeah, sure, coming right up.”

Have a Little Faith in Me by katnisskirk (1/1 | 1,980 | NR)

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek in 2 years. Now he’s back in town and Laura has engineered a little reunion.

What Stays and What Fades Away (you can’t choose) by standinginanicedress (1/1 | 39,114 | NC17)

The rules. Stiles knows them well. Has them drilled into his head, repeats them to alphas and betas that conveniently are too drunk to remember them on their own, hears Peter shout them out whenever a rule gets broken, reminding the entire bar that they exist and are (generally) enforced.

Number one – no eye contact.
Number two – no fucking eye contact.
Number three – keep away from the red line.
Number four – no touching.
Number five – if we don’t like it, don’t do it.

Tending To My Heart by BabyWeWillRise (1/1 | 1,202 | G)

This guy is breaking Stiles’ rules…but, man, is he gorgeous…

The one where Stiles is a bartender and Derek is supporting a friend.

I’ll call you

Title: I’ll call you

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1347

Request: can you write a one shot based on hello from Adele?

Warnings: feels? angst, Adele haha

A/N: So this was an idea I randomly had and it’s basically just angst and feels? Sorry! This is the kinda christmas themed fic that I promised you for this year. Also thanks to @pada-ackles for test reading it <3

The last time he’d seen her had been on Christmas eve two years ago. It was snowing a lot outside so that he had offered her to stay at the motel for the night. Her old car wasn’t in the best condition and he’d already asked himself how she’d made it alive to his and Sam’s place in the first place. The car looked like it would fall apart at any second. 

The last time he’d seen her had been on Christmas Eve when she resisted to stay over night because she didn’t wanted to ruin Christmas for him and Sam. He’d told her what felt like a thousand times that she wasn’t ruining anything and that it would be a pleasure to have her around on Christmas, considering that she didn’t had anyone waiting for her back at her home. She would been spending Christmas alone. Just like Dean and Sam. But she had just shook her head, thanking him for letting her borrow one of his winter jackets because her own wasn’t her keeping warm enough in her car. Her freaking car didn’t even had a functioning heater. 

The last time he’d seen her had been on Christmas Eve. He still remembered how adorable she looked in his jacket which was obviously way too big for her.

“You sure that you don’t want to stay?” he’d asked her one more time and again, but again, she only shook her head.

“I’m sure Dean. Don’t worry about my. Lady here,” she’d lovingly patted the steering wheel of her car, “will take me home safe and sound. She always does. I’ll call you okay? I promise.”

He’d given her a forced smile and pressed a kiss against her forhead. He didn’t wanted her to go. There was a strange feeling that was gnawing at him but he couldn’t tell her because she’d only laugh at him and call him a fool. So he kept his mouth shut. He only kissed her on the forhead and waved her goodbye until the backlights of her car were no longer in sight.

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