☆warning→ public sex, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, dom!junghope, demeaning names during sex if you aren’t into that, jealousy
☆ word count → 5.5k
☆ summary → you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines
– but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions
↳ or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps
→ pt i | pt ii
☆ a/n → …. why tf did i do this to myself!!! (this is just smut that i had to split into two parts rip) anyways tagging @kstopping@gxtsmxt@thotmi bc nothing says i love you like a junghope smut am i right
• Lots of basketball games, where’d you’d be on the side lines holding up a cheesy sign saying “# 7 on the field # 1 in my heart.”
• Him looking and winking just as he is about to make the game winning point!
• He’d run to you after a game through the crowd, just to get his winning kiss.
“Oh no Zach! Get your sweaty self away from me.” You said running through the stands. But he catches you in less than a minute and envelopes you in his arm.
“Caught you.” He whispers
“You’re an idiot.” You say with a smile
“Yes, but I’m your idiot, so it’s okay.” He says right before he kisses you.
• Ice cream dates, he’d smile and watch you as you ate your ice cream.
“What’re you doing?” You said with a giggle, “You’re so weird.”
He rolled his eyes, “is it bad that I love my girlfriend so much I can’t help but stare at her beauty?”
You held out your spoon. “Oh shush and let me eat my ice cream in peace.” He leaned over and ate it as you gasped! “Zachary! How dare you?!”
He chucked and winked. “Maybe next time you’ll take my compliment, so I don’t have to take you ice cream.”
•Movies at the Crestmont, where you two would sit in the back and cuddle into him.
•cuddling non stop.
•lots and lots of kisses, on your forehead, nose, lips
• You always wear his letterman jacket and it’s huge on you because your boy is a giant.
“You’re tiny.” “I AM NOT.” “Y/n you are so small.” “I am average height, you fricking giant.” “Gosh you’re feisty, and you look so cute in that.” “Can I keep it.?” “No.” “But Zach…”
•he’d surprise you from behind and always make an effort to walk you to your classes.
“Zach you’re gonna be late for your class.”
“But I have to walk with you to class..”
“I’m a big girl I can walk by myself.”
“Yes, I’d rather spend time with my girl, than be in class, unless that class is Bio.”
•you and his sister are best friends, and you guys are always whispering. And he loves how good you are with her.
•his mom loving you because unlike the rest of his friends, you’re such a good influence on him. She sees the way you two love each other and can’t wait to call you her daughter-in-law
•Zach gets jealous easily, especially when you laugh at Jeff’s jokes and hang out with him. He will give you the silent treatment until you make him realize he’s the only boy for you.
“Zach, I love you. No one else”
“He’s a friend, one of my very good friends and you need to stop being jealous about small things. You know i’d never leave you.”
You kissed his forehead. “I love you okay? Don’t forget that.”
•you play video games with him, and sometimes he lets you win, just to see you smile and jump around.
“OH MY GOD. I BEAT YOU.”
Zach chuckled, “yes you did.”
“I BEAT ZACH DEMPSEY AT COD.. HOW IN THE WORLD.”
He scoops you up in his arms, “yes you did y/n, and I’ve got a prize for you.” He says as he kisses you!
•he’s super protective, especially after hearing Bryce’s tapes, and makes sure you’re never alone with him.
•He comes to you whenever he is sad, or upset about life. And the two of you cuddle and eat lots and lots of ice cream.
•You always make fun of how he’s allergic to strawberries.
“It’s kinda sad, you know? You’ll never be able to bite into a juicy strawberry.”
He rolled his eyes “yes y/n I’m so sorry that the small little fruit could possibly cause me to die.”
“I’m just saying it’s a shame, they’re so good.”
“God, you’re so mean.”
•He loves PDA when he’s drunk, but when he’s sober, he’d rather it be more personal, just between the two of you.
•He’s never fails to make you laugh, and cracks jokes just to see your eyes light up and to see your smile grow.
•When he gets drunk, all he’s does is think about you and tell you how much he loves you, and will not stop kissing you.
“My girlfriend y/n, she’s such a babe. Like damn she’s the hottest girl in the school and she’s all mine. And have I told you I love her so much.”
“Zach I’m right here.”
“You’re really pretty you know that.”
“Oh dear Zach, how much did you drink.”
• He’s always super embarrassed after hearing what he did while drunk, and you think he’s the absolute cutest.
• Zach is so fit, and loves the gym, and half the time you joke you’re dating him just for his abs.
“God you’re hot.”
He looked up at you. “Well that was random.”
“Like I’m definitely dating you for your abs.”
“Wow y/n so superficial”
“Kidding I love every little thing about you.”
“Oh sweet little y/n, nothing about me is little.”
•Zach leaves the weirdest compliments in your compliment bag, and you keep them all to look at whenever you need to smile.
•Justin being like another brother to you and always jokes about how you have Zach wrapped around your finger.
•Justin and Zach are so close you always joke that he’s Zach’s boyfriend.
“Hi I’m y/n and this is my boyfriend Zach and his boyfriend Justin.”
• He always tells you the cheesiest science jokes, because he’s a bio nerd.
“Hey y/n, are you DNA helicase cause I’d like to unzip your genes.”
“You’re an idiot”
•Zach dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you and growing old, because you’re everything and more he’d ever imagine in a girl.
A/N: If you aren’t in the tags yet, and you told me you wanted to be in the tags, I apologize. This part was queued up minutes after I made part 1 and I’m at work ahhh. You’ll be included in part 3 for sure. Hope you enjoy!
Two weeks later, you ran into him
again. This time, you were sitting down for your political science final exam
and he had taken the seat right next to you. He recognized you first.
“Hey!” he greeted, wide smile on
his face as you turned to look at him, perplexed. “Girl that I thought was Dot
and snuck into her bed! How are you?”
You tilted your head, your brain
still going over political theory and not processing what he had just said.
I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.
(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)
~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”
Dex got a job with the helpdesk
almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown,
untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references
from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who
actually knew how to do anything with hardware.
Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help
with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls;
they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer”
without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.
He enjoyed it; compared to having
to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and
he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave
behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem
themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to
mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and
enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to
high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and
grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.
Since he’d gotten to campus early
to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish
a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes
at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t
it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now
if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)
Once the other students got back to
campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the
weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a
girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help
from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”
“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was
just about to leave anyway.”
“Thank you!” She led the way into
what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade
rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re
having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who
remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”
“No problem. You hooking it up to a
Dex walked over to the AV podium at
the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles.
“Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just
about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything
“Thank you so much!”
“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”
“Do I need to file a ticket or
“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the
meeting if you want…”
“What’s it for? I mean, I can
guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my
shift, so, you know.”
“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning
of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus
and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started
organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”
“No, it sounds like good
information to have. I’ll stick around.”
She smiled at him. “Great! I’m
“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“So do you think you’ll come back?”
Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the
projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking
about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the
bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)
“Probably not. I mean, not to
regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just
kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey
practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they
take priority, you know?”
“But you know where to find me!
Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I
can’t commit to anything.”
“Cool. I’ll see you around then,
yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball
game. We’re gonna slay.”
Dex grinned and offered his fist
for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season
“You had sex in the Museum of Modern Art ? Oh my gawd..” Penelope’s hands were clasped over her mouth and she was almost shaking with laughter.
You all were. What had started off as a nice meal cooked by JJ, had quickly escalated into a full on girls night in. You were all strewn about her living room, wine bottles in various places. You were lying on her couch, your feet placed in Emily’s lap and you were all discussing the various strange places you’d had sex.
You were tipsy, pleasantly on your way to being hammered and you were having a brilliant night in with your female colleagues. Garcia was sat in the arm chair with her legs slung up over the side and JJ was sprawled out on her floor, her head propped up on her arms and a half empty bottle of wine next to her. She’d taken to swigging directly from the bottle as she’d smashed her second wine glass an hour ago and you’d all berated her for wasting alcohol. You knew where your priorities were.
“Yep! I used to date one of the security guards when I was eighteen. He snuck us in after hours,” Emily told you, her face pink with laughter.
“God…” JJ said. “The most adventurous place me and Will do it is in the shower, he loves it in there.”
You giggled, “Spence loves it when we fuck in the shower too, although I’m always scared we’ll slip over.”
The three girls stopped laughing and all turned to look at you incredulously.
“Spence?” Emily asked.
Your eyes widened as you realised what you’d said.
“OUR Spencer?!?” JJ rearranged herself into an upright position, crossing her legs and leaning forward.
“Y/N? Really? You and Reid?”
JJ crawled across the floor and pulled out her handbag which was stashed at the side of her couch. Taking out her purse, she handed fifty dollars to Emily.
“Penelope, I believe you owe me fifty too?” Prentiss told Garcia.
“In a minute. I still…. Really?” She was leaning forward in her seat.
“You can’t say anything to the guys. Please. We’re not ready for people to know yet.”
“OH MY GOSH, IT’S TRUE!!” Garcia squealed and you caught JJ rolling her eyes and making the motion of covering her ears.
You took a big gulp of wine and nodded, readying yourself for the questions.
“When?” Penny demanded to know. “No no no wait.. I bet it was at Morgan’s party? Am I right, am I right?”
You shook your head. “We were together by then.”
“THAT WAS THREE MONTHS AGO, Y/N.”
Emily and JJ just looked amused, watching the exchange between you two. You gave them all a sheepish look.
“The time we went on that outward bounds team building thing? I remember you two lagging behind on the trails. Did something happen then. Wait… You two got back to camp a good thirty minutes after the rest of us. It was then wasn’t it… Oh I can see it now; you trip and Spencer reaches for you to stop your fall. You end up in a pile on the floor and stare into each others…. ”
“Pen, no. We were already together then too. Although something definitely happened in those woods.”
JJ interrupted her just before she was about to launch into another convoluted guess. “When exactly did it happen?”
“Erm…. You remember that case where I was really ill and Spencer ended up escorting me home and spent the weekend looking after me.”
“Hahahaha,” Emily laughed. “So you played a little bit of Doctor Reid and patient then.”
“Weeell not exactly. I was too ill. But that’s when we discovered that we both liked each other.”
“Girl, we could have told you that.” JJ sipped from her wine bottle, grinning at you.
“So wow… That was… ” Garcia thought back in her head, “Seven months ago.”
“What’s he like, you know, as a boyfriend?” JJ asked.
All three awwwwed in unison. You weren’t lying either, Spencer really was the best partner you’d had.
“Does anyone at work know?” Garcia wanted to know.
“Only Hotch. And that was because we felt he ought to. He’s fine with it as long as it doesn’t effect our work. Which so far, it hasn’t.”
There was a moments pause before Emily cleared her throat.
“I’m just gonna ask what those two are thinking. What’s he like in the sack?”
“I can’t tell you that!!”
“Yes you can.” They urged, almost as if they were a practiced chorus.
“No, I can’t!”
“You’ve gotta give us something here.” Garcia begged.
“Look, all I’ll say is that he’s definitely picked up a thing or two from all the things he’s read, and that he makes me extremely happy.”
Another trio of awwws.
“I never really imagined Spencer to be a shower sex kinda guy though,” Emily piped up.
“Oh he definitely is. I swear, the amount of times one of us has nearly slipped over.”
The girls had promised not to say anything and you were trying to find the right time to tell Reid that you’d let it slip. You’d decided that when you were ready, you’d tell everyone together.
You were sitting across from each other around the circular table in the meeting room with Hotch, Derek and Rossi, waiting for the other three.
Strolling in with smirks on their faces, they handed Reid a wrapped package.
You looked at them curiously.
“A present? What did I do to deserve this?” He asked them excitedly, ripping it open at their urging.
“An anti slip shower mat? I don’t get it?” He looked at them confused.
You were going to kill them. All three of them, together.
“Y/N was telling us the other night how you sometimes have problems staying upright in the shower,” Emily told him as the other two tried to keep a straight face.
“I’m sorry…… I’m so sorry!!”
He started to chuckle as did the other men. Standing up, he quickly walked around the table and pulled you out of your chair, wrapping his arms around you.
“I kinda let it slip too, last weekend when we were at Rossi’s.”
“Thank God!” Derek exclaimed loudly. “I thought we were gonna have to pretend we didn’t know forever. You have no idea how hard this last week has been for me, wanting to make jokes at your twos expense. Although… The shower mat. I don’t get it?”
Penelope whispered something into his ear and he grinned, nodding approvingly.
He stretches the truth when he knows it’ll be to his advantage. He flatout lies when he thinks the truth will upset someone more than he’s willing to deal with.
So when he offhandedly invites Jensen and Jared to his rented house for the duration of filming the season 12 finale, he doesn’t expect them to take him up on the offer until after he’s already told them it’s a four-bedroom house.
It’s not a four-bedroom house.
The downstairs consists of a cramped living room with a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a small kitchen with enough counter space for exactly one cutting board and a sitting area with a wooden table and three chairs instead of four. The upstairs is one hallway with a master bedroom on one end and a much smaller bedroom on the other end. The spare bedroom barely has enough space for a full-sized bed. There’s one bathroom upstairs, between the bedrooms.
“Uh, you sure this is the right place?” Jensen asks as he sets his duffel bag down on the small couch in the living room.
“I might’ve…stretched the truth a bit,” Misha replies sheepishly.
Jensen turns to him, hands planted on his hips, unimpressed glare on his face. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
As Misha opens his mouth to respond, the door bangs open and Jared comes in with a whistle.
“Wow, Misha,” Jared says as he looks around the small room. “This is as awesome as you hyped it up to be.”
“I never said it was glamorous.”
“You also didn’t say it was the size of a broom closet,” Jared replies as he throws his stuff on top of Jensen’s. “Where are we sleeping?”
Jensen and Misha share a look before both turning back toward Jared. Misha says, “We can worry about that after work tonight I guess.”
Description: Your boyfriend Jimin is really stressed so you let him take it out on you. CEO!Jimin AU
Word Count: 1,511
Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (지패리를 위해서 ^^)
Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (an EXO version w/ Sehun will be posted after!)
As soon as your boyfriend Jimin told you how stressed out he was, you went straight to his office. He was practically running the business on his own while Namjoon was away. You couldn’t even attempt to put yourself in his situation, you’d never been in a situation like his.
When you walked into the building, you were confronted by Jungkook. The two of you greeted each other with smiles before you went to walk passed him. He grabbed your arm and you looked at him.
A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.
“What?” You hissed at him.
“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.
“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.
“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.
“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”
“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.
“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.
“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.
Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.
“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.
So I’m going to premise this rec list by saying that I like fics on the long-side so if you’re looking for short one-shots, you might not find what you’re looking for in this list. I’m not a huge fan of angst (although that doesn’t mean there isn’t any in this list, just not a lot), I enjoy smut
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, I like a fair few rarepairs and I like to think that I’m extremely picky when it comes to how something is written, pacing etc. I’ve read all the fics in this list multiple times, they are definitely my all-time favourites. I organized these as best as I could and included the rating, word count and summary from the author for each.
(Fics with a ♡ beside them are my 100% must-reads.)
Prompt: The reader gets stood up on a date, but Dean swoops in just in time to save the night.
You sat in the green backed booth, a cup of water in front of you. The waiter had been by twice already, asking if you were still waiting. You felt bad for continuing to tell him that you were, knowing that you were hogging a table that could be used for other people who had been waiting.
You were set to meet someone for a date. It was your first date, and you had met the man through a dating website. After weeks of talking, you were set to meet, tonight. He said he’d meet you at the restaurant at 6:00, and you panicked because you had arrived at 6:05, but when you got there, he wasn’t there and nobody had checked in under his name.
You sent him a message, asking if he was running late and not even three minutes later, he replied saying he was and asked you to get a table, assuring you he’d be there soon. Soon was said at 6:09pm, and it was now almost 7.
[put a fanfic trope in my inbox and I’ll describe the fic I’d write!]
OKAY BUT HOW CAN I DO THIS WITHOUT MAKING SHITTY THE MATCHMAKER.
Shitty knows a lot and he knows he knows it. So when the illustrious Jack Zimmermann comes into his “relationship clinic,” Shitty has a thousand pieces of advice for him. First of all, Jack should learn to enjoy himself a little. Nobody wants to date a boy who’s not into having fun. Loosen up. And learn how to make conversation. And maybe learn to flatter a little. Shitty will fix him up with a nice girl, but Shitty’s going to recommend his favorite dating coach, Eric Bittle, to give Jack some lessons on how to treat a lady.
Eric Bittle has a thousand words of advice for Jack as well. They do a mock date, and Eric says things like “Okay, Jack, right now I’m eyeing my phone about to send a text to my best friend telling her to rescue me.” “Jack, I’m stifling a yawn and starting to look at the cute guy in the booth behind us.” “Mr. Zimmermann, that is the sort of thing that would make some girls walk out.”
Jack’s frustrated. Shitty fixes him up with a girl named Samantha, and Jack finds that Eric’s admonishments were scarily accurate. They break down the date later. Eric assures him that he’s not a hopeless case, that he gave it a good honest try, and that’s more than a lot of guys will even give.
Next lesson with Eric. Technique. Literally, how to eat and drink. How to dance. Eric’s as small as some girls, so he gives Jack a dance lesson. Jack’s never enjoyed dancing before, but holding Eric by the waist and guiding him around the dance floor is fun. Fun, due in no small part to the sparkle in Eric’s eyes.
Shitty matches him up with a girl named Camilla. This one goes a lot better. They talk sports, which is great, and Jack pretty much succeeds at the whole technique thing. But the thing is, Jack’s not feeling it. It’s one thing to perform well, but it’s another to have it feel like a performance. He doesn’t have the same rapport with Camilla as he does with Eric. It doesnt feel right.
Shitty frowns at this. “Brah, can I ask you a question?” he says to Jack. “Are you into men?”
Jack shakes his head fiercely. “It has to be a woman,” he says. “It has to. I’m in the NHL.”
Shitty looks at him for a long moment, opens his mouth to speak, and then sighs. “All right,” he says. “You’re the client.”
Third lesson with Eric devolves into a conversation on expectations and feelings. “How will I know when it’s the right person?” Jack asks.
“Oh, honey. You’ll know,” Eric says. “She’ll be easy to talk to. You’ll want to spend more time with her. You won’t want the night to end.”
Jack doesn’t know about that, but he does know that he doesn’t want this lesson to end. Ever.
Jack returns to Shitty and tells him he needs a girl who’s easy to talk to. Shitty frowns and says, “Okay, all right. I don’t usually do this, but I’m gonna set you up with a close personal friend of mine. Larissa’s low-key, she’s smart, she’s interesting… she might be perfect for you. Sound good?”
She does sound good, and Jack’s actually finding he’s somewhat excited for this date. And Larissa is easy to talk to. Better yet, she’s easy to not talk to… the pauses in their conversation are not awkward. Jack definitely feels a connection with her. If there’s a hitch in this date, it’s that Larissa seems to talk about Shitty a little too much.
But when the end of the night comes, and they’re at Larissa’s door – Jack doesn’t want to kiss her. He wants her number, but he wants it so he can text her. Maybe hang out once in a while. But not date. Not kiss, not hold hands with.
Larissa frowns at him. “You’re thinking of someone else,” she says flatly.
And she’s absolutely right.
Jack makes an appointment for a lesson with Eric, and the minute they’re together again, Jack tells him. “I want you,” he says. “I want to date you. No one else.”
Eric’s hesitant, but his eyes are shining. “Oh, Jack, honey,” he says. “That’s not uncommon, for people to think they’ve fallen for their dating coach. It’s an illusion. Because we connected during lessons, it doesn’t mean we really–”
“We really,” Jack says. “I really.”
Eric stares, lost for words. Jack fills in the blanks. “I want to go on dates with you,” he says. “I want to hold hands with you, I want to dance just like we were dancing before. I want to talk to you all night long. I want to wake up next to you. You’re who I was thinking of when I was on those dates. I’m not making this up. It’s for real. You said I’d know…. and I know.”
And now there are tears in Eric’s eyes. “Are… are you sure?”
Jack nods emphatically.
“I– I told myself I was just imagining it,” Eric mumbles. “I told myself, now look here, Eric Richard Bittle, he’s just another client. Another one of the hot messes Shitty works with. Just because he’s doing well at the lessons doesn’t mean–”
Jack shuts him up with a kiss.
Afterward, as they hold each other, Jack says, “You know, Shitty’s a really good matchmaker.”
Eric laughs. “You think?”
“Absolutely.” Jack gives him a grin. “I fell for the very first person he recommended.”
Do you have any just happy fluffy (I don't mind if smutty or nah) established relationship sterek just nice and derek is happy yay pls
Anonymous said:Hey so I just had a really crappy prom experience so I could use some fics, can you give me some established fics with sterek? An update maybe? Thank you you guys really helped me get through this.
I’m sorry about your prom. But hopefully this fluffy list will help. And here’s the tag for more.
The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.
“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”
Stiles is six months pregnant with Derek’s babies when his mate gets home as a teenager, somehow having gotten de-aged again. Their mate bond is still strong, however, and all Derek wants to do is take care of Stiles…
Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”
“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”
“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.
Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”
Derek absolutely did not turn red.
Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.
While at a hockey game, which was totally Stiles’s idea, the cameramen behind the Kiss Cam think Erica and Stiles are together. Derek, right next to Stiles, has to intervene on the behalf of his mate.
Also, there might or might not be a homophobic couple who start screaming at our werewolfy hero. He also might or might not give them the cold Hale stare.
Excerpt: “We were all wondering if we could go see a hockey game. Erica and I really love to watch hockey, and Boyd finds it fascinating, mainly because it makes Erica blood thirsty, and their sex life is really weird. And Danny likes it and so does Kira, and she’s single and ready to mingle after her last boyfriend turned out to be less than ideal. Isaac is pretty much interested in anything that will guarantee him getting laid. And Scott and Allison just want to use the cold rink as an excuse to cuddle. And Lydia will jump at any chance to do more match and basically show off her brain to everyone within hearing distance.” “What about Jackson.” “Fuck Jackson.” And yeah, Derek should have expected that.
Stiles is pretty sure that it’s not normal to have a sexual awakening six years into a relationship. He’s pretty sure that’s supposed to happen at the beginning and not, you know, after you already have a mortgage together.
Stiles and Derek have been together for six years when Stiles graduates from college and moves back to Beacon Hills.
I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he’s like that for like…a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it’s just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out…because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were’s can’t?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno…just…de-aged daddy Derek that’s mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!
Derek spent too much time, walking amongst the ashes of his life and refusing to move on into the future; refusing to move past the anguish. But somewhere along the way he found purpose, rebuilt this house, found his mate, and he realized that this didn’t have to be the end, that he could continue the legacy of the Hale pack and carry on the traditions and rebuild his life. And now, in this house, with his pack, he was beginning the next generation of the Hale Pack with the most incredible mate he could have ever dreamed of.
Summary: During a case with the Winchesters, things take a turn for the worse, and some secrets you’ve been hiding come to light.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: mentions of past smut, angst, pregnant reader, witches, injured Winchesters, character death, arguing, language, fluff
A/N: This fic is based on the prompt; “Reader hides her pregnancy so Dean won’t make her stop hunting yet, and when he finds out he is really pissed off” from a list @deanwinchesterxreader made a while back.
As always, feedback is welcomed!
Your mind kept running back to the positive pregnancy test you’d stashed in your bottom drawer of your room the night before. It wasn’t that you were upset by the news, but you knew as soon as you came clean to the boys about the news- they’d stop you from hunting. You knew they’d become protective over you, worry about the future, and you also couldn’t bear the idea of Dean’s reaction to the fact you were carrying his baby.
You’d spent one heated night together after a rough hunt, you both needed to blow off some steam after going up against a group of vamps and coming out a little battered and bruised after eventually taking them out.
Usually, you and the Winchesters would blow off steam by heading to a bar and possibly finding random hook ups for the night, but on this particular case, Sam had stayed behind after getting injured in a previous hunt. Which meant it left you and Dean alone. You’d helped patch each other up and had a bottle of whiskey at hand, you weren’t in the mood to go out after the day you’d had, surprisingly Dean offered to stay in with you.
One thing lead to another and soon you were in a haze of naked bodies kissing, touching, moving against each other in heated passion. The memory of him sent heat straight to your core, his perfect plump lips, his gorgeous body, his insanely talented mouth and not to mention his impressive-
“-Earth to Y/N.” Dean’s gruff voice pulled you from your daze. He furrowed his brows at you through the reflection of the rear view mirror as you sat in the back of the impala. “You alright?” He asked, the concern clear over his face.
You ran a hand through your hair and nodded, “yeah, yeah I’m good.”.
You could tell by Dean’s face that he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press any more about it as the three of you exited the car and headed for the victim’s house to talk to his wife.
Mel why aren't there more NHL!Bitty fics? I mean, boy made first line of a D1 team, as a freshman, went to the Frozen Four twice, and all this after a few years of co-ed hockey. (Now I want scouts at the games, and people making guesses they're there for everyone BUT Bitty.) But of course there's only ever one team he actually wants to play for. :D
anon i do not know i really don’t!!!!!!! we gotta Remedy This but first we’re remedying it with some hcs bc i am SWAMPED with fics to write but like…. if anyone wants to write some nhl!bitty fics……. and like tag me……. that would be amazing
oooooookay so let’s establish that there are a lot of teammates in bitty’s year. we don’t KNOW any of them, but they’re there, trust me
so scouts start coming in bitty’s 4th year and there’s a whole POOL of people who they might be coming for so nobody knows (although everyone has their own opinions about who they’re there for)
samwell is going p far, they get to the frozen four and i have no idea whether they win or not idk not relevant rn BUT THEY GET TO THE FROZEN FOUR
i cannot decide if i think bitty would be captain or not? like he’d be a great captain but i could also see him not getting it, idk it depends. let’s compromise and say he’s an a and there’s a captain who is not him? but he gets a dolled up jersey so that’s fun
aNYWAY. most people think that the scouts are either there for the as-of-yet-unnamed captain or for chowder (who is pro material fight me) a year early (i don’t know how these things work but i’m pretty sure that’s possible)
aaaand maybe one of the scouts is there for the captain but like? most of them are there for bitty?
and a lot of the team is like ‘I KNEW IT’ or well, they didn’t but they’re not really surprised bc bitty is really good even though nobody (including him) has really envisioned him going pro after graduation
Warnings: Talk of periods and things associated with periods
Prompt: Dean tries to convince Y/N that he’s not embarrassed by her period, and she shouldn’t be either. He tries his hardest to take care of her in these miserable days.
A/N: This is my very late submission for @jayankles “Bailey’s Disney Quote Challenge” my quote was “Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them.” – Marie, The AristoCats It is Bolded in the fic.
You moaned as you woke up way too early for your liking and in a lot more pain than normal. The hunt the other day was rough but it wasn’t that rough. It wasn’t rough enough to make you feel like tiny gremlins were stabbing you in the abdomen and back and some other little devil was pumping air into your stomach and making it swell like a balloon.
On the bright side, at least you weren’t pregnant.
Title: Heartbeat Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Public shenanigans, minor daddy kink, shades of fuckboy Tyler, fluffy Josh, all kinds of stuff (and it’s only gonna get worse from here) A/N: The sugar daddy fic has arrived. This is PAINFULLY long (8k words, god help me) This is part one of (probably) four/five parts. I’m super hyped about this, but I’m concerned it’s gonna be shit, lmfao. Anyway, I hope you guys don’t totally hate this.
Summary: When Shadow is introduced to a Hyrulean holiday celebrating different kinds of relationships, he starts to question whether his feelings for Vio are really as platonic as he has believed them to be for the past two years. But even if he lets himself admit that it’s romantic love, he can’t escape the feeling that he’s getting it wrong somehow. That he’s missing some crucial piece.
Who would expect a shadow-demon to be able to love properly, anyway?
asexual!Shadow, internalized acephobia/self-loathing, and lots of
pining. Which makes it sound like a much sadder story than it actually
is. I swear it ends well!