In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.
He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.
There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.
The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.
Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.
But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.
“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”
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Simon Snow is a complete nitwit. Baz thought.
The two boys were at a standoff. Baz always knew that Simon was plagued with nightmares. Some nights the sound of the curly-haired angel of a boy would keep him up until faint streaks of sunlight drifted through their bedroom door. He had never gone off in his sleep though. This was certainly new.
“Please Baz! My spine is too fucking boney to sleep on the ground. Do you want me to be miserable all night?” He was pleading now, his blue eyes wide, accentuating his freckles.
He was standing there in their chamber looking like an innocent child in a too-tall body. He was hugging a spare blankets and a pillow to his chest. His lanky, skinny limbs looked even skinnier in his baggy Watford pajamas. All his scone eating hadn’t done anything to increase his weight. Must be the pressure of seventh year getting to him.
“As a matter of fact, yes I do want that.” Yes, get bruises all over your perfect back you idiot. That’s what you get for being so attractive.
“If you don’t share your bed I’ll make sure you’re miserable all night too!”
It was a measly threat to Baz. He was already miserable enough every night to have the Mage’s Heir tormenting him through his presence every day and night. He rolled his eyes and smoothed out a single wrinkle in his bedsheets.
“Don’t ignore me! It’s just for one night. I won’t even touch you, I promise.”
Baz fluffed up his pillow. He could physically feel Simon’s glares.
“Come on man! S’not my fault Watford doesn’t have any spare beds lying around!” There was an intoxicating electric tingle to the air. Simon was getting too worked up about this. “If I have to sleep on the ground because of you I will go off on your bed and we’ll both be cold and sore from sleeping on the fucking stone floor.”
That was certainly a threat Simon could get away with doing, despite the anathema. Damn him. Baz thought.
“Okay. Fucking fine!” It came out more harshly than Baz intended.
Simon took a step back, the threads of his magic retreating immediately. It was certainly frightening how closely tied Simon’s magic was to his emotions.
“Thanks. I promise. This is just for tonight. I’ll build a spare bed myself if it means I don’t have to sleep with you.”
Baz snorted. Simon. Building something. Now that would be something. He sighed in annoyance as he realized sharing a bed with Simon would make it extremely difficult to sneak of to drink tonight.
“I’m going to change into my nightclothes. Make yourself at home, Snow.” He said sarcasm dripping from his voice like water from a leaky faucet.
Simon nodded. He looked exhausted.
Baz went to change his clothes in the bathroom. He stared at his own grey eyes in the mirror. His pupils were dilated and if he had more blood in him, he would probably would look flushed. He felt a surge of nervousness and anticipation.
Sharing a bed with Simon Snow. Simon fucking Snow. How on bloody earth am I supposed to not kiss the moles on his neck if he is bloody next to me?
This would certainly be a long night.
Emerging from the bathroom, Baz saw Simon fixing up a sheet to work as a divider in the middle of their already small twin bed.
“What the fuck are you doing Snow?” Baz asked incredulously.
“I thought it’d be more comfortable if there was a like… physical barrier between us.”
“Whatever floats your boat you nitwit.”
Baz carefully folded his Watford sweater, placing it in a drawer, and hung up his trousers. Then he stood by his bed, eyeing a reclining Simon.
“I promise I won’t bite or go off on you tonight Baz. And don’t even think about doing anything to me. Anathema, remember.”
Baz rolled his eyes and climbed into bed. He laid on his side, facing away from the boy he wanted to kiss ever since they met. Simon had already turned out the light. It was just the two of them now. Lying side by side. Lit by moonlight.
This would be incredibly romantic if were an entirely different pair of boys. And both gay. Baz thought.
He heard Simon sigh. He could feel heat radiating of him in waves. He was so hot. Baz didn’t understand why Simon even bothered to use a blanket. He was already a walking furnace. In more ways than one. Baz swallowed, bit his tongue and did his best to repress the urge to turn and kiss the living hell out of Simon.
Moments passed in silence. Simon’s breath faded into a rhythm. But it wasn’t how he sounded when he was sleeping. More like he was relaxed.
Baz was not relaxed. It felt like every atom of his undead existence was on edge. He was going to have to spend at least eight hours lying like this with the boy he loved and wanted most lying next to him. This was all a terrible mistake.
A gentle touch and a whispered “Baz!” made his entire body flinch. The hand immediately retreated and Baz immediately wished it back.
“Blimey Snow! What the fuck do you want?” He turned to look at the boy.
It was a mistake.
Simon looked ethereal. His eyes were soft and tired. His bronze hair was silver and shone under the starlight. His lips. Crowley his lips looked devourable.
Baz swore he felt his vampire heart have a seizure in his chest. He was tingling all over. This was a mistake. He should just go stalk the Watford grounds and sleep under a tree or some shit. Even a cold Autumn night spent outside would be better than this infernal torture.
“Baz. Why are we like this?”
“Like what, idiot?” Baz spat a bit.
The bead of saliva landed on Snow’s pillow. Baz wished it had landed on Simon’s face. Then he wished he hadn’t thought that.
“Why do we hate each other?”
Baz sighed in exasperation. But some force he wasn’t entirely in control of made him turn completely onto his side and face Snow full-on.
“I don’t know! Maybe my parents hate your adopted father because he stole all that was good from our family?” Baz’s words raised in volume.
He was getting annoyed.
Annoyed that Simon looked so calm. Annoyed that they could kiss right that moment Annoyed they weren’t kissing. Annoyed that it was even a possibility in his mind. He wanted to glare at Simon. But he was so tired. And thirsty.
This was a mistake.
Simon was silent for a moment. He seemed to be studying the wall behind Baz. Then he was studying Baz’s face and time seemed to stop.
“I’ve just been thinking a lot, Baz. None of this stupid rivalry makes any sense!”
“Welcome to the real world.”
“Sure. But right now. I’m scared.” Simon’s voice was getting soft and small.
He was so small and pale and delicate in that moment. Baz felt an insuppressible need to protect him. It made his heart feel like it could burst out of his chest and fly away.
“Scared?” Baz found his voice was getting softer now too.
Why. Why? He needed more control than this. Everything that was expect from him wasn’t what he really wanted. He had to stop his feelings. But he couldn’t. He had made a terrible mistake.
“I’m scared of the Humdrum. Of losing the people I care about. Penny. The Mage. Agatha. You.”
Baz coughed in suprise. Not a sarcastic cough. A genuine “what-the-fuckity-fuck” cough.
“I’m scared of sleeping tonight because I don’t want to wake up and find that I’ve destroyed everything I love.” Simon looked almost like he was going to cry.
“Are you afraid you’ll go off again tonight?” Baz asked.
Simon nodded ashamedly. Baz didn’t really feel concerned that Simon could hurt him. He felt concerned that Simon was sad. They laid there in silence, staring at each other.
Then, then, Simon took the sheet that was separating them, cast it aside, and flung his arms around Baz. Baz was too shocked to react for a moment. He couldn’t exactly fathom how this moment was real. Slowly, he wrapped an arm back around him.
“S-simon?” He managed.
“Sorry.” He muttered into Baz’s shirt. “I think I just needed a hug.”
“You want a hug from your mortal enemy in a bed?”
Baz could feel Simon sigh in response. Then he drew back but not that far back.
“I don’t know.”
They stared at each other. Baz knew his eyes probably looked as wide as Simon’s did. What did this all mean? What was Simon trying to accomplish through this? Did he know how Baz felt and was trying to manipulate him?
Manipulation or not, whatever Simon was doing was working.
Simon’s hand encircled his and he froze.
Physically and mentally, he froze.
Baz had so many questions. So many demands to make.
Why did Simon care about him?
Why on earth did Simon think hugging the boy who had only made him miserable would accomplish anything?
Why were they holding hands in a bed?
What the fuck was happening?
Why were they not kissing?
They should kiss.
He wanted Simon to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Simon.
Hunk had never ran so fast in his life.
Lance despite the concerning amount of heat that was radiating off him, he was shivering and cuddling in closer to Hunks body heat.
Hunk kicked open the door to the infirmary causing Allura to jump in surprise.
“Hunk? What’s wrong?” Her eyes fell on Lance and her expression became concerned.
“He’s sick, like really sick. Do you have anything to take his temperature?” Hunk explained as he carefully placed Lance down on a bed.
“Of course” Allura quickly retrieved what looked like a blob of jelly with a small electronic screen sticking out of the top.
Without Hunks arms carrying him Lance made a weak wining noise as he bundled himself in the blankets.“
Allura stuck the blob on Lance’s forehead.
"I do not understand… the Dizzies can make young Alteans nauseous but… why is he so hot.”
Hunk sighed “first your lucky he’s too conked out to of heard that. Secondly Lance is half human, I think the stress put on his body from these physical changes has gives him a fever.”
“Fever?” Allura asked.
“Oh yeah… erm well human’s bodies respond to infection or viruses by increasing the temperature to try and fight it off.”
Allura sighed her shoulders sagging in relief “so this is nothing to worry about then.”
Hunk frowned as the blob flashed green and a number was displayed on the screen. “No… we do need to worry.”
The blob displayed that Lance’s temperature was 104 degrees. Hunk allowed himself a moment of panic before taking a deep breath.
“Ok Allura we have to get Lance’s temperature down, this is too hot for humans and if we don’t get it down he could die.”
Allura’s eyes widened “what do you need me to do?!”
“I need you to stay calm, then I need you to call the others to get as much ice as they can from the freezer.”
Allura nodded running out of the room.
Hunk sighed as he poured a water pouch out on to a cloth and placed it on Lance’s creased forehead.
Lance opened one fever glazed eye wincing at the light. “H-Hunk?”
“Don’t worry Buddy, everything’s going to be fine.” Hunk smiled, he couldn’t let Lance get scared.
Last time he had been sick was when he was at the Garrison, soon as he had seen worry on Hunks face he had burst into tears and cried himself to the point of exhaustion and he had to be taken to hospital.
“How’s he doing?” Shiro asked walking in carrying a bucket of ice.
“He has a high fever… like really bad.” Hunk admitted quietly so Lance couldn’t hear.
“Well hopefully this will help.” Shiro took the ice and placed it under his arms, between his legs and the back of his neck.
Lance shivered whimpering a weak “m'cold.”
“I know kiddo, sorry but you need to put up with it for now.” Shiro brushed his hair off his forehead frowning at the heat coming off him.
He took the cloth off his head, wetting it before replacing it.
“Tired” Lance said as he closed his eyes suddenly feeling very drained despite only just waking up.
“Get some sleep. I’m sure Allura won’t mind if you miss a day of training” Hunk smiled softly as he realised Lance was already asleep and softly snoring away.
“How is he?!” Keith asked running in carrying more buckets of ice then should physically possible.
Shiro took the ice from him, before he dropped it all. “He’s sleeping and has one hell of a fever… but as long as we keep an eye on him everything should be fine.”
“Should be?” Keith asked staring as Lance’s pain filled face.
Shiro frowned looking back at Lance. “We’re dealing with something that nether is or Alteans have had to deal with before, there’s no way of knowing just how Lance’s body will react to these changes. All we can do is be there to help him ride this out.”
“Fine, then I’ll stay, no way I’m leaving him while he’s like this.”
Shiro looked like he was about to argue but Hunk got there first.
“Same here, Lance is my best friend… plus no offence but the rest of you can barley look after yourselves let alone a sick Lance.”
Shiro closed his mouth seemingly satisfied by the situation “ok, I’ll drop by later to check in you three.”
Shiro picked up the empty buckets and headed out the door.
Jimin inviting you to a party leads to interesting things.
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tags: smut, fluff if you squint your eyes really hard
God, he is so hot. You sighed as you leaned in on the desk, your eyes fixated on the man that was speaking to one of his friends. Everything about him was just… godly. His tall, toned build. The way his eyes curled when he smiled and the deep dimples that made themselves present whenever his toothy grin stretched across his face. He was sporting a simple hoodie and a beanie today with ripped jeans and you never thought an outfit could look so good on someone. It wasn’t just his looks. He was smart–top of his class and never got less than the highest score on exams. He was just the whole package.
You straightened up and fixed our posture when you saw him walking over to you, his toothy smile still present.
“Y/N!” He called out to you and you waved back with an awkward smile. Hearing your name come out of his mouth was like hearing church bells ring and made your heart flutter.
You lowered your body into the steamy tub, you had lit candles all over the place and filled it with bubble bath so it was a pretty blue colour. You lay back and tried to relax. You got in the tub knowing your boyfriend Jimmy will need a bit of loosening up after the show, he had been getting stressed and you wanted to do something for him.
The door to his trailer swung open and you heard him huffing and grunting.
“Y/N!!?” He yelled out of the door tyring to find where you were. Then in the sexiest tone possible you replied,
“In here baby” Jimmy followed your voice so he found himself standing next to the tub, looking down at you with lustful eyes. Even after months of being together, the sight of your body always made Jimmy’s jaw drop and his heart melt.
“Hey doll,” He said, crouching down next to the tub to plant a kiss on your forehead, “You look stunning.” You blushed and looked up at him
“Well arent you going to get in?” You asked teasing him, Jimmy suddenly started ripping his clothes off as if he was just waiting for his queue, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. When he was completly naked you noticed he had a boner, which made you laugh. You gestured for him to get in, sitting up to give him room. He obeyed you and slid ontop of you
He adjusted so he was in a good position and started to kiss you, The kiss got more and more heated until it was a full on make out session, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hand started tracing around your boobs, focusing on the nipple, you stroked his back in little circles, he loved it when you did that. You ran his fingers through your hair and bit his lip, just to see what would happen, his eyes widened and delved even deeper into the kiss. To Jimmy your kisses were like a drug, he could never get enough. His hand slid down your body and started caressing your entrance, trying to tease you. Suddenly without a warning he slid his finger into you, making you moan, Jimmy’s conjoint finger sent you to paradise as he pumped into you. He pulled away from the kiss to look at you, he loved to watch you at times like this. Your eyes were closed and you were gripping the side of the tub, your neck strained back. His thumb started lightly circling your clit, making you moan out his name. A large grin grew on his face, occasionally whispering under his breath,
“That feel good baby?……. “ You were moaning to much to answer. Your nails dag into his back, but Jimmy loved it. His smile growing even further. Jimmy kept pumping in and out until eventually you came, moaning loudly, your whole body tensing as you clung onto your boyfriend. He sat back so you were looking at each other from opposite ends of the tub he sighed and said,
“ fuck, Y/N, your so hot when i make you cum.” You splashed him and the both of you laughed
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p>Your singlet was sticking to your chest, the sweat working as a magical glue.
“Why is it so hot?” you asked him, he sighed “global warming?” he answered laughing turning to you in the white bed.
“Can we have one conversation without a depressing topic?” you raised your eyebrow, earning a chuckle from his sultry lips. “You know what we need?” he slipped his arms around you, giving a peck across your rosy cheeks.
“Watermelon?” you asked
You and your tall boyfriend walked into the super market looking for the green and pink fruit.
You were trailing behind him until he stopped in his tracks causing you to bump into his back. “What is it?” you ask walking around him looking at the watermelon.
“15 bucks for watermelon!?” he nearly shouted, you laughed and shushed him. “You would think a kpop star could afford a 15 dollar watermelon?” you crossed your arms over your chest.
He scratched his neck before answering you “I’ve got an idea” he said walking over to the biggest watermelon he could find “Put this under your shirt” he said shoving the fruit to you.
“What!? Have you lost your marbles?” you whisper shouted at him pushing the watermelon back into his chest, he pushed back to you “do it” he commanded, you pushed the watermelon back to him again “no.” This went on for a while but eventually he won you over by giving you puppy dog eyes.
You put the watermelon up your shirt and looked into a thin mirror they had next to all of the vegetables, you gasped “So this is what it’ll look like when I’m pregnant?” you asked yourself, “If so, I think you look ten times hotter” he stated picking a grape from the table and eating it.
“Pretty sure that’s illegal” you poked him referring to him eating the grape. You walked over to the ice cream, “What are you doing?” he asked walking over to you. “We can’t walk out of here with nothing now can we?” you said picking up the cheese cake Ben and Jerry’s.
You started walking over to the counter until you felt a hand wrap around your arm pulling you back “If you’re going to look pregnant, then act like it” he laughed.
You nodded your head and started waddling like a pregnant lady towards the counter making your boyfriend burst out into fits of laughter.
“Just that today?” you heard the old lady speak up “Yes please” you smiled, your boyfriend of three years pulled out the ten dollars to pay for the ice cream. “What a cute couple you two make. How far along are you two?” she asked.
“8 months I believe” he spoke up, giving her the money. “Well, isn’t that lovely? Would you like your receipt?” she asked, you and your loved one both shook your head and proceeded to walk out.
You were so close to stealing the watermelon but of course you being your clumsy self you tripped over your own feet and fell face forward, smashing the watermelon in process, making it look like a horror scene.
“Oh My God!” the lady from before yelled, you heard screams and gasps even sobs started to come out from the crowds lips.
All you could do was look at your laughing boyfriend “C’mon!” he said in between breaths, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.
You both ran for the exit never looking back, lets just say you never shopped there again.
Svt. at Halloween! Hip Hop Unit Reaction : “Going in a Haunted House”
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“Y/N! Have you seen this place?” Seungcheol cried in the darkness, his face lit up behind the torch he had between his hands.
You shook your head violently, lingering in the doorway unable to step foot inside the building. “I’m not going in there Coups,” you said quickly looking back to the car parked a short distance away.
The only problem was it was dark. This was the one thing you two had decided to do for Halloween - which was better than last year. That literally included Seungcheol, a box of popcorn, a shit load of cheesy horror movies, and you.
“Come on Y/N it’s not that scary!” he laughed, spinning on his heels as he stared at the interior. Rubble everywhere. Glass smashed, a few broken bottles, just what you expected in a place like this. “Or would you rather sit in the car on your own?”
You had been the one to find this ‘haunted’ house. It had a weird history and when you told Seungcheol he, in an attempt to pretend he was ‘macho’ agreed. Now you were the one chickening out. “Y/N! Your going to want to see this!” Seungcheol called from somewhere inside the house. You turned slowly back to the car before stepping inside.
The most disturbing thing wasn’t how the house was empty, how the house still seemed to breathe around you, no the most disturbing thing was the pictures still on the walls. Families. “Y/N!” Coups screamed suddenly, his footsteps thundering down the hallway. “Move! Move!”
“What!?” you screamed running in direction of the door. You could feel the tears forming as he grabbed your hand.
“There’s someone else here!” Seungcheol bellowed pulling you to the door. His eyes wide, his face a picture of terror, his skin pale. Just as you neared you felt the breeze. Heard the laugh. The scream. And the door slammed shut in front of you.
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“Do you really think you can handle it?” Wonwoo had teased as you stood in the entrance of the Haunted House. It was a ride. A game. A place where people like you and Wonwoo could go on Halloween night.
You could feel your hands shaking with both fear and excitement. You nodded enthusiastically at him. He took his hand in yours and led you through the first door.
“Shit it’s dark,” Wonwoo mumbled, clinging tighter to your hand as you walked through the darkened space. “Why didn’t they give us flashlights?”
“Because it’s a game,” you teased linking your arm through his. For some reason you thought that if you hung onto him nothing could scare you. How wrong you had been.
Wonwoo screamed. As soon as the first figure appeared Wonwoo was swearing, screaming, jumping and clinging tighter to you. He was petrified. You on the other hand were laughing hysterically at his reactions.
“Don’t laugh!” Wonwoo cried, a nervous laugh on his lips as he hovered slightly behind you. “I’m done! Is there a way to get out of here…”
“NO!” you shouted far too loudly gripping his hands before he could forfeit. “We’re finishing this!” Wonwoo took one look at your determination before nodding ever so slowly.
He sighed loudly, his breath hot on your face. “Ugh! It’s a good job I love you…what?” You stared blankly at the space behind him, your hand raising ever so slowly…His eyes widened as he turned to look. You took your chance. “BOO!!”
Wonwoo collapsed to the ground clutching at his chest as he glared at you. “I hate you! No! I’m done!”
“Aww!” you laughed reaching down for his hands and pulling him to his feet. “I’m sorry, but you should have seen your face!”
“You’re evil. Y/N!”
“It’s Halloween Wonwoo! Come on!”
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“And this is where I die…” Mingyu said quietly holding the camera at arms length. You had only been inside the haunted house for ten minutes and he was already petrified.
“You’re overreacting,” you laughed nudging him with your hips and shining the torch into the distance.
Mingyu reached for you as soon as you moved, clinging onto the sleeve of your jacket. “Don’t leave me alone in here,” he had warned, a slight shake to his lips as he followed you deeper into the Haunted House.
It was Halloween, so you had decided to take Mingyu on one of those haunted house tours. Little did you know he wasn’t reacting well… “You know it’s all fake right babe?” You tried to comfort him, entwining your hand in his.
“I don’t care if it’s fake! There’s always some arsehole around the corner whose going to…AHHHHHH!” Mingyu screamed in your ear just as a hand reached out of the wall.
Mingyu pushed you in front cowering behind you in an attempt to save himself. “Seriously!” you screamed shaking as he held you as bait for the arm.
“Look, I love you. But, the Wonwoo can’t cope without me!” he cried, his hands trembling against your arms before he gathered himself together to keep walking.
“You’re such a…” You saw the figure move in the shadows. Darkening in with the blackness of the wallpaper. Crumbling away with a breath as the shadow leaned forward. A finger pressed against its lips.
“Shhhh…” it breathed. You felt your stomach drop as the figure disappeared just as quickly. You couldn’t move. Frozen in place. Your heartbeat a bubble in the base of your throat. “Y/N?” Mingyu asked quickly, fear reverberating in his words.
You shook yourself awake. No it can’t be real…they always use computer technology nowadays…yeah… So, for the rest of the way you dealt with Mingyu jumping at everything, and screaming. Right. In. Your. Ear. “That wasn’t scary right Y/N?” Mingyu breathed as you finally got to the exit. “Aww were you scared? Come here!” He quickly wrapped an arm around you, hugging you close.
“No just go hug Wonwoo!”
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Hansol was walking a short distance ahead of you. The trail of his flashlight marking a line in front of him which you used to find him. He wasn’t scared, or he was good at hiding it.
You followed behind matching his steps, not wanting to fall amongst all the rubble. “Y/N, do you know what happened in this house?” Hansol asked turning to face you.
“No, why? What happened?”
He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows slightly as he waited for you to catch up. “There was an old guy who used to live here with his wife. Apparently, his wife had an affair with the neighbour and he found out…” He turned suddenly to face you shining the torch in his face. “So he chopped them up and buried them in the walls.”
“Hansol!” you shouted punching him in the arm. He however just burst out laughing nudging you repeatedly. “That did not happen!”
“It did! Their bodies were hidden in the walls! Why else is there so much dust, bricks and wood everywhere? The cops dug their bodies out…” He sniggered again shining the torch in your face. You felt your stomach drop, your hands shaking slightly, how could he be so calm? “And, apparently the wife is still here seeking her revenge!”
He grabbed you suddenly, shouting loudly to scare you. Your scream echoed around the two of you, bouncing off the walls and reminding you how much of a idiot you were being. “Why are you trying to scare me!?” you screamed, crossing your arms over your chest and heading for the exit. Except you didn’t know where it was.
“I want to go Hansol, how do we get out?” He quickly apologised, pulling you to him with a kiss. “Please can we just go?”
“Hey, Patton!” Logan called out to the boy retrieving books from his locker. “Would you like to hang out at my place tonight? I have no one to study with because Anx is going on a date with Roman for Valentine’s Day.” It was a Friday afternoon, Valentine’s Day, to be precise. Of course Logan, being the absolute-nerd-with-no-idea-how-romance-works he was, had no date, nor anyone left to study with. Patton turned to Logan and smiled.
“Of course! I’ll swing by around six tonight, is that cool?”
“Yeah. That’ll be great.”
Fast-forward three hours, Logan and Patton were in Logan’s living room, ‘studying’.
Yeah, they were watching Disney instead. Usually at six p.m. Logan would be revising his notes for the day, but ‘since it’s a weekend and you’re my best friend, I suppose I can make an exception’.
“You know,” Patton began, sounding slightly, disheartened. “It sucks that I’m single on Valentine’s Day. I’m nice to everyone all the time, and I get nothing in return, you know?” Uh-oh, feelings. “What am I doing wrong?” Logan looked down towards his friend, who was cuddled into his side, underneath his arm.
“Nothing. You’re doing nothing wrong, Pat. You just may not have anyone actually interested in you within the small dating pool that is our school, there are many more people out there. Besides, you have many friends. We all love you, platonically.” But, his mind reminded him, there is one person that likes him romantically. Logan shoved those thoughts away. He didn’t need them right now.
“Are you sure?” Patton asked with a sniffle.
“Of course I am. Do you maybe want some food to cheer you up?” Logan asked Patton, stroking his hair lightly to calm him down. Yes, Logan had figured out how to calm his friends down when they were upset, he’s not completely emotionless.
“Sure,” Patton sniffled. Logan got up and headed to the kitchen behind him, before realising,
“Oh, wait, I can’t bake for shit.” Yeah, even thought Logan was pretty gosh darn diddly smart, he’d forgotten to teach himself how to bake.
“Language!” Patton scolded. Logan just rolled his eyes fondly.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll just make some hot chocolate, is that okay my wittle sweetie-pie?” Logan teased at a pouting Patton.
“Shut-up,” Patton muttered, blushing furiously. Patton’s eyes continuously travelled back to where his best friend was, making him lose concentration on the movie. He wished, oh he so, so wished Logan would get the freaking hint. All the flirting at school, the cuddles, everything. That boy was so oblivious. When Logan came and settled back next to him and Patton took a sip oh the oh-so pleasantly warm hot chocolate, he sighed happily. At least he was in his company.
Logan smiled when Patton relaxed. He turned his head back to the movie, wrapping his arm around his best friend. Then, out of nowhere, Patton gave Logan a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you,” he whispered, cheeks dusted a light pink.
No one was surprised when they turned up to school the next week, holding hands.
Three Wisemen and a Lemon Curd - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Christmas One Shot
It’s January 6th! The end of Christmas, for real. Better late than never on this (thanks, technology!), though, so here it is at last as a final gasp of the holiday season! Happy 2017 to all. Enjoy! x
Warning: daddy!kink… I tried to keep it out of Christmas, but, well….
Harry hasn’t touched you since you’d mentioned it.
With your family.
Technically, you’d told him as you’d straddled his lap and
he’d held onto your hips with an unblinking, nearly terrified look in his eyes,
it wasn’t Christmas. It was a few days after
Christmas, because you’d agreed to spend Christmas with Harry, Anne, Robin,
Gemma, and her newest beau ages ago.
He knows your family – he’s met them, even, several times –
but he’s not… well… it’s just… that detail about the fact that he’d deflowered
you and thrown you into a whirlwind romance that has you picked over by the
vultures of the press. He’s not been around them since that news broke.
“You’re not going to tell
them that,” you’d rolled your eyes at him. “I’d prefer if you didn’t, actually,”
you’d said while kissing his forehead to seal your request.
He’s treated you like you’re a nun or he’s a priest since
then, though. Your first semester at university had ended a few days ago, and after
not visiting you for even one weekend since the beginning of December, you’re
to spend the entirety of break with him in his flat. Anytime you sidle closer
to him or teasingly hold mistletoe above your head, though, all he does is give
you a chaste little kiss and maybe a
squeeze around the middle before mulling over the next item on the Christmas
prep list. Anything that dares to venture under the belt is swiftly nipped in
the bud as if he’s only ever had wet dreams and the thought of acting on them
makes him want to jump out of his skin. His reasoning, he’d explained to you
after the first few celibate days, is
to keep his mind focused and clean. He’d prefer not to remember your moans,
asking him to cum, please, when he’s
asking for the gravy to be passed his way at the table.