Waking up next to my boyfriend of more than a year was something that never got tiring. Hearing him stretch and yawn out of his sleep, watching him twist and turn his half naked body in noisy grumbles as he fought off the need to actually get up out of the bed….it was one of the best parts of my day. But waking up next to my boyfriend, who was more than eager for his first day visit to the Masters, and seeing him doing a silly shirtless snapchat that he would send out to all his fans, now that was something that would never get old.
Rolling over in the bed to face him, I watched him pull a funny face into the snapchat camera, my hand cupping over my lips as I struggled to contain my giggles. He was the biggest goofball, mostly saving it for me, but every once in awhile he’d share his silliness with the world and that made me love him even more. But also I couldn’t help but want to poke fun at him for it. When he finally finished his early morning gift to his fans, he tossed his phone down to the end of the bed. “Mornin’, love,” he mumbled out to me, eventually slinging his arm around the dip in my waist over the covers and nudging my sleepy frame towards his.
I breathed out a smile. “Giving your fans a little treat, huh?”
“Shit, I’m excited, baby,” he mentioned as he shrugged his shoulder and turned the one corner of his mouth down, “and I do what I gotta do to keep ‘em on their toes, you know that.”
Sterek "Are you trying to turn me on?" for the friends or more prompts, thank youu, love ur fics!! :)
Aww, thank you, nonnie! I hope you like it! (also onao3!)
“Dude, are you trying to turn me on?”
Derek paused mid-sit up, his hands poised behind his head, fingers locked together, buried. in his sweat beaded hair. A tiny grunt of exertion died on his lips as he stopped, holding his position as he furrowed his brows and looked around the room.
It was a Friday afternoon in the middle of spring, rain beating a gentle staccato against the wall of windows, providing a soothing soundtrack for his workout regimen. With the full moon only a few days away, he was feeling a bit restless, an itch under his skin that he couldn’t scratch.
Usually, a run through the preserve would be enough to settle his nerves, the sun on his face and the wind in his hair never failing to soothe him, no matter the issue. Recently, the other members of the pack had taken to doing the same around the full moon, feeling the same restiveness and jittery uneasiness.
But with the rain showing no signs of stopping anytime soon, any hopes for a nice run through the woods were completely dashed. He knew firsthand how muddy the trails in the preserve good get and he would rather not get soaking wet.
So, he had decided to just work out at the loft, endeavoring to burn off his extra energy the only way he knew how. For hours he had been doing as many cardio exercises he could think of, from jumping rope to doing burpees, even jogging up and down the spiral staircase.
The result was a sheen of sweat over his body and a slight lessening of the pull of the approaching full moon, still feeling extremely restless no matter what he did, even when he began feeling the effects of exertion. He had switched to less grueling exercises after awhile, finding a spot on the polished concrete floor to do sit ups on, the floor cool against his back.
He was only twenty sit ups in when Stiles asked his disarming question, freezing Derek in his tracks. Taken aback by the unexpected comment, Derek peered over at the human who was sitting cross-legged on the couch.
Stiles had shown up at the loft about an hour earlier with a backpack full of spiral notebooks and heavy textbooks and the beginnings of bags under his eyes. Derek had been in the middle of doing some squats when Stiles had let himself in with the spare key he had taken the liberty of making himself.
Uncharacteristically taciturn, Stiles had explained that for whatever reason he could not focus at home and really needed to study for his upcoming finals. He had dropped his bag on the couch as he made his way to the kitchen, helping himself to the fridge and grabbing a can of soda and some leftover pepperoni pizza.
Derek had just nodded, mostly to himself as Stiles had been busy raiding his kitchen, and told him to take as much time as he needed, launching right back into his workout. Stiles had sent him a grateful salute as he shuffled back over to the couch, plopping down beside his backpack and propping his feet up on the coffee table.
Now, Derek peered over at Stiles who had his nose buried in his psychology textbook, alternating between nibbling his lower lip and gnawing on the end of a hot pink highlighter. He seemed perfectly nonplussed, occasionally scribbling something in the margins of his textbook, squinting down at the various charts and graphs on the page.
If Derek had not heard the unexpected question himself, he wouldn’t have believed that Stiles had actually said anything at all, the human not showing any signs of having said a single word. But he had heard it and he certainly wasn’t going to let it go unnoticed.
Prompt:You meet your best friend’s cousin, Nick and you two fall in love. Requested?:Nope, my idea. Warning:There is mentioned sex, but not with details + my baaaaad english! A/N: I totally fell in love with Nick! I knew him for some years now and I saw a lots of movies with him, but the crush started a few days ago, so I think it’s time for some imagines with him! Enjoy. ♥ Also, requests are still open, so if you have some ideas, don’t worry to message me.
We shall just start with the part how you two actually met. It was a boring day, like any other days and routines in your life. Well, you were with your friend, Jesicca, just hanging with each other and telling stories from your lives to the one another. “Well, I just met my cousin. He’s super annoying, super ass and super, super, super dork.” She said and looked at you.
“What’s his name?” You looked at your blonde best friend and she just shruggled her shoulders. “Nick.” She replied and you nodded. “Okay.”
When you two came to her house, Nick and his parents were still there and let’s just say that the first impression between you and him wasn’t the best one.
Well, she were just in shock and you started to laugh hardly. “This is your cousin? Pretty nice one. Hey, sweetie, didn’t you forgot something?” You smirked and gave him a wave.
“Jesicca!” He looked at your best friend. “You didn’t tell me you’ll bring a girl. Plus, not a bad looking girl, honestly.” “Ugh, save it, Nick, she’s out of your league.”
× × ×
Things went pretty easy. Seeing Nick everyday was kinda annoying, as your friend said. But one part of you liked him and loved to laugh with him. One time, you came to Jesicca’s house, but she wasn’t there. Only Nick and his cereals.. well, as always.
You sat there, in silence, both of you looking at your iPhones, kinda ignoring each other. Then, you chuckled at one of those jokes on facebook pages and he looked at you. “What’s funny?” “Nah, nothing.” “I wanna know.” He frowned. “K, it’s this.” You shoved him your phone but instead of hillarious joke, there was your favorite actor, shirtless. And yeah, Nick frowned again. “Oh, that’s not, what I-” You were immediately stopped by his lips on yours.
“What the hell,
“Whoops.” He bit his lips and smiled at you. “Whoops?!” “Sorry not sorry?” He tried and you sighed. “Is this a game for you?” “And for you? Showing a shittless guy to boy which has a crush on you?” “Awe, that was kinda cliche, but still aww.” You smiled and kissed him again.
× × ×
You and Nick were together for three years. Still, there were some wars, fights, hurting, but still, you were together and you kinda loved each other. In the way that when he had to film a movie, he send you videos or photos everyday, everytime.
And the way you stole each others food, when you were camping…
And the way he shared your both’s first time with his friends.. (Well, you were pretty mad at him that he told about your first experiences to his friends, but you told to Jesicca, so…)
And also, this was your first time, so yeah… no orgasm, a lot of pain. So he went for advice to only one person which knew you too good. Jesicca.
Or how much he loved your cooking. He always said you’re the best one in cooking. Even better than his mother.
Oh, speaking about parents. He was pretty nervous when he was supposted to met yours. But things went pretty well.
And should I even talk about the fluffy way he acted when you were mad at him?
Hello lovelies! Here is part one of that angsty, slow burn, friends to lovers series I’m starting! The series will be called Pink and there will be 10 parts in total, each one inspired by/including one of the songs on Harry’s album.
Word Count: 5k
Enjoy! .xx -M
“So, you’re ready to get back into the game again, huh?” you ask around a mouthful of scone, crumbs tumbling from your lips as you speak.
“Yeah, I think I am. It’s been a long break, and I think I’m ready to really start writing again,” Harry smiles, the future career he’s planning seeming like more and more of a reality.
“Well, I for one, am excited. Always wanted to know what you’d do on your own.”
“You’ve heard some of my own songs,” he questions, sipping his tea.
“Well yeah, but like, none of those were written for your own personal album, H, they were more for fun. I wanna see you in your element,” you say.