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An Offer He Can’t Refuse

Title: An Offer He Can’t Refuse

Summary:  The reader tries to make it up to Dean after they argue, even though she’s not sure what he’s angry about.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 2592

Warnings:  nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  Written for @avasmommy224 birthday challenge. It had to include smut and the prompt “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.”

Originally posted by canonspngifs

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Nineteen

Summary: It’s Father’s Day and, for the first time ever, you have a father to celebrate with. Your and JJ’s gift for Jensen goes viral, leading to a much needed conversation between Jared and your new father.
Words: 3.3k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep
Warnings: fluff, mild angst
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Father’s Day, to you, was a somewhat foreign concept.

You never had a father. Your mom knew who he was, but he didn’t want you and you never wanted him either.

Anyone that would willingly leave their child with someone like your mother shouldn’t have a place in that child’s life, so you had no desire to search for him.

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Going Once, Going Twice, Sold (Birth of a Sugar Baby)

Note: This is a two-for-one deal. I wrote this to participate in the Bangtan Bookclub Monthly Challenge: Sugar Daddy Edition, and also as a (late) birthday gift to my very good friend, MVP, whom I love and adore and respect and would probably donate my kidney for if she were in need of one. I had so much fun planning this out with @94hixtape and @sugaredmarbles - Smut Goddesses tbh. I got Really inspired by Cheese In The Trap! Yet again, this came out Different than how I originally imagined it, but I’m hoping it’s not a total disaster.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: college au, sugar daddy au
Warnings: escort/prostitution, online perverts, unsanitary mention, masturbation mention
Word Count: 5144
Rating: A, for Ambiguous (because it’s not really smut, but it’s not exactly the Safest thing for work. Feel?)

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But the real reason anything at all started with Hoseok was something much simpler, and probably wholly unexpected - not that you ever planned on any of the other members of the MBA Society to find out.

You leave your unlocked phone in his car before stumbling your way into your tiny, studio apartment. And he sees a twitter notification asking you for further discount on your panties.

That is all it takes.

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Better For Me (Part Three)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao

Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn

Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?

Word Count: 2231

Chapter Summary: Y/N sees a softer side of a man whom she despises. Bucky tries to find validation in Y/N and when things seem to be going great, something gets in the way.

A/N: WHAT THE HECKERS THERE IS 450+ OF YOU WHY????? I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH! Oh and the lucky numbers thing is my lil thing, eight is my lucky number :)

<<<PREVIOUSLY ON BETTER FOR ME

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Good Girl Ch 28: Birthday Pt 3

I can’t help but laugh at the sight of my dear Sehun in a cute pink apron. He pouts cutely at me, “Baby, stop laughing and get over here so I can put yours on.” Doing my best not to laugh I join him on the other side of the counter of a beautiful bakery we took over. On our way in we passed all the delicious looking cakes and other desserts that Sehun scolded me for trying to eat.

Set out on the counter is a premade cake all ready for us to decorate, different colored frosting, candies that look like jewels and many other things. Sehun hands me a knife with a warning look, “Don’t get hurt and don’t tell Kyungsoo hyung that I let you use a knife or I’ll spank you.”

My response is out of nowhere and surprisingly automatic, “Is that a promise?”

“Watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He dips his finger in one of the bowls of frosting and pokes my nose.

“Daddy,” I whine.

He chuckles, leaning in close he licks it off with a satisfied smirk.

“So what have all of you guys been doing today?” I wonder as I try and smooth the frosting out.

“Business stuff.”

I nod, knowing that is the best I’m going to get, “Speaking of business stuff, I heard about what’s going to happen this summer. Are you excited to follow your brothers around?”

He scoffs, “It’s freaking ridiculous. I swear to god the only reason they decided to do it, is because they were jealous that we would get you while they were at work.”

“I wonder what you guys will do with me.” I’ve never been left in the house by myself before, they barely leave me alone in a room. There is always someone right next to me, I frown at the idea of being alone again.

“You will be coming with us without a doubt. We already discussed renovating the empty floor below their offices into a place for you to hang out while we are working.”

“Good to know I have nothing to worry about. I never thought I would say those words,” I chuckle. “I’m liking this situation more than I thought I would.”

“Situation?” I can tell he’s offended. “Is that what you think this is?”

I stop what I’m doing to meet his glare. “This,” I gesture to the both of us, “is a relationship. I love you, all of you. But when I first got here, it was a situation, don’t you try to tell me it wasn’t. We were still trying to figure out how we all felt about each other. And the main situation I’m talking about is the whole daddy thing. I never thought I would do something like this but I love it.”

“Really?”

I nod, “I didn’t really enjoy the possessiveness and all the rules but after awhile I began to see it as love. No one except for Jihyo ever really took care of me so I didn’t really think I could do it but now I’m all for taking a step back and letting someone else drive.”

“So you are really happy here with us?”

I click my tongue at him, “Of course, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

He comes closer and kisses me softly. “I love you too.”

We spend our hour decorating the very ugly cake in too much frosting, candy pearls and multi colored sprinkles. Our laughs are probably heard by passers by and the people who live above the little shop. When Kai comes in I’m sitting on the counter while Sehun is cleaning my face. Like me, he can’t help but laugh at Sehun in an apron and covered in frosting from the food fight we had.

“Don’t make fun of my Sehunnie!” I defend my dongseang by pulling him into a tight hug.

He chuckles in my embrace, returning the hug and kissing my softly, “Noona, you’re so cute when you’re protective.”

“Okay lover boy, she’s mine now,” Kai pouts. Sehun rolls his eyes before pecking my lips and lifting me off the counter. Kai help me with my jacket and leads me out of the shop. “Looks like you had fun,” He teases wiping away some frosting that got on to my neck.

“I did, I’ve been having a lot of fun today. What are we going to be doing?” I ask as we walk aimlessly down a busy street, Kai’s are is around me.

“Well since you weren’t able to find a dress for tonight when you were with Kris, we talked about it and decided to let you window shop instead of us just giving you options.”

“I would accept any dress you guys gave me.”

He cocks his head at me and gives me one of his signature grins, “Really? Even that baby doll one I picked out for you? Kris said you hated it.”

“That was you who picked it out? I was guessing Luhan or Soo.”

“There is a street of shops up here, if you want to go inside any of them just tell me.” I nod. We wander into random stores that seem like they would have what we’re looking for but in every store we come up empty. Yes, we find pretty dresses that we like but nothing that is good enough in Kai’s eyes for me. After walking out of the fifth store we continue along for about ten minutes until I see the perfect dress on a mannequin in on of the windows. I point it out to him and without question he leads me strait into the store and up to the counter. “We want that one in a size 3.”

The woman behind the counter seems to recognize him and bows quickly before rushing off to find the dress in my size. I raise a brow at him, “I didn’t know you guys were so famous.”

“Infamous fits us better. We have some bars and restaurants around here so we are pretty well known.”

The woman comes back in the dress in hand and it’s absolutely amazing. I can tell from the smile on Kai’s face he likes it too. It is a modern, toned down version of the dressed he had picked out for me at the dress store. It’s a nice ivory, with lots of lace and an open back. I thank her, she leads me to the dressing room to try it on.

“Even if you decide you don’t want it for dinner you are getting that dress for me,” Kai teases from the other side of the dressing room door. Since the shop is open to the public he thought it would be better for me to change myself. I love it even more when I have it on, it ends mid thigh, and reveals a small amount of my chest threw the lace. “Baby, give me one second, the shop owner wants to talk to me about something.”

“Okay!” I look at myself for a few more minutes feeling very narcissistic for doing so. I remember seeing a pair of shoes that would go great with it and decide to go find them. The shop isn’t very busy, there is group of boys just coming in but I’m too short to be seen amongst the clothing racks. I find the pair of golden heels I’m looking for and begin searching for either Kai or a worker to help me get my size down from the high shelf.

“Can I help you with something Beautiful?” I turn around to find a strangely attractive man with a jaw that could cut threw glass.

“I’m just looking for my boyfriend,” I answer calmly, my alarms don’t ring so I don’t feel threatened, not to mention Kai is most likely within screaming distance and my other daddies are somewhere near by.

“Boyfriend?” He clicks his tongue, “What a shame.” His eyes rake over me, “You look very familiar, have we met?”

I’m debating if he’s still hitting on me or being serious when a familiar voice calls my name, “Miss. Jooyoung!” Junhoe comes over to me with a group of boys trailing behind him.

“Junhoe!” I give him a small bow, sighing when he returns with a full 90 degree one.

“Miss. Jooyoung?” The sharp jawed man questions a bit breathless.

Junhoe nods, “This is the girl Hyungnim tells us about.”

The man is on his knees bowing in an instant, “I’m so sorry, please don’t tell Hyungnim, he will kill me. No, he’ll do worse than kill me! Please don’t tell him!”

“It’s fine,” I say trying to get the man to stand up.

“Hyung, stop your fucking crying,” Another boy steps up and gets the man from the ground.

“I don’t want to die!”

“You are not going to die, at least not because of Jiyong oppa, my boyfriend on the other hand looks like he is about to rip your head off.” I finally see Kai in a full black suit and he looks really good but he does not look one bit happy.

“Tell Jiyong hyung that if he wants to see our Jooyoung he can come himself instead of sending his fucking foot soldiers, I would respect him more,” Kai growls as he pulls me away from the group of boys.

Foot soldiers, huh?

They don’t look very intimidating, maybe it’s because Kai is here glaring down at them. A smaller one, he doesn’t look more than a few inches taller than me, and the one who picked up his friend from the floor are the only ones who don’t look like they about to cry. The more I look at them, the more I think of my friends, are they my daddies foot soldiers, at least some of them? These boys don’t look much older than me but looks can be deciving, especially the little one.

The mean one steps forward, “Our boss doesn’t know we are here, we are off the clock,” From the way he talks I’m guess he’s the leader of the band of boys.

“What a coincidence that we run into you and Seunghyun in one day?” Kai’s glare doesn’t falter.

“Oppa,” I say sternly, earning all of their attention. “It was an accident. Junhoe looked genially surprised to see me.”

“You know them?”

“Only Junhoe, he’s a waiter at Jiyong oppa’s restaurant.”

Kai sighs, “I’m sorry, I just feel like Jiyong hyung might be a little bitter that we took you on his day with you.”

“He is bitter but he plans to make up for it this weekend,” The boy explains coldly.

“You should smile more,” I say flatly.

His eyes flicker to me but another boy answers me, “Our boss has been really irritable today because he won’t see you for awhile and he’s been taking it out on our hyung. Once our boss calms down, he’ll relax.”

I nod in understanding, “Sorry if he’s being a pain. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Could I send a picture of you in that dress to him?” The small one asks already pulling out his phone.

“Hell no,” Kai snaps.

“Oppa, it will only take a minute,” I snap back firmly. I eye him up for a minute, wondering if he will pull out the daddy card and say I’m breaking a rule or something but instead he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

“Fine, I’m going to pay for that dress, did you want any shoes?”

I nod and point to the box on the high shelf that he easily reaches, “Anything else?”

“You should get that suit. You look really handsome,” I give him a small smile hoping it will make up for the time we are missing. He tries not to blush but fails, quickly turning away. “Okay, go ahead and take the picture. I have to get back to my oppa.”

The small man comes forward and takes a picture of me smiling, he bows, “Thank you.”

“I hope it helps, I gotta go, will I be seeing you guys this weekend?”

Junhoe nods, “We are the boss’s guards this weekend with his head of security, Youngbae Hyungnim.” I nod as if I understand who he is talking about, thanking him silently for adding another name for me to learn. We say our goodbyes and I go to join Kai by the register.

“I swear that man is stalking you,” He says without looking my way.

“I’m sorry, I seem to attract trouble.”

“It’s not your fault, we are the ones who put you in the situation to meet him. You just need to stop being so amazing and drawing all of these bad guys in.”

“Lucky for me I have a thing for bad boys,” I tease as I give him a back hug.

“And bad boys have a thing for sweet girls like you.”

“It makes me laugh how all the bad boys want to protect me from other bad boys.”

He chuckles, “You are either the luckiest girl in the world or unluckiest.”

“If being unlucky got me where I am, I’m just fine with that, I don’t want to be anywhere else right now.”

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close, kissing the top of my head, “My baby is so sweet.”

“Oh little one,” Xiumin’s sweet voice calls out. I’m taken away from Kai’s embrace and pulled into Xiumin’s. “I’ve been so worried about you,” The older man coos.

“Minnie,” Luhan whines, “I want to see her!”

“You guys fight like children,” Kai scoffs at his hyungs, only earning himself a few smacks to the head. I’m dragged back to the dressing room where the dress is gently pulled off of me and am dressed in work out shorts and a t-shirt. Xiumin pulls out a pair of sweatpants to where over the shorts until we get to where ever we are going. Kai is gone by the time we come back out. They each hold one of my hands in theirs as we walk down the street, I feel as if they are closer than they need to be but I’m enjoying the warmth.

“I hope you are ready to have some fun,” Luhan beams at me.

I laugh at their childish cuteness, “What are we going to be doing that has you guys so excited?” A dirty thought passes threw my head and I stop in my tracks once we enter some tall building. They look back at me concerned. I don’t know if my naughty thoughts are right but can’t help it when my body starts to tingle at the thought. Of course I’ve thought about sleeping with more than one of them at a time but the idea just seemed too deviant for me to suggest myself. I didn’t think it would be them to suggest it though, I’ve always thought it would be Baekhyun and Chanyeol or Kai and Sehun. Definitely situations I would not mind but still the two oldest have always been very selfish when it comes to my time with them, for them to agree to this something must be up.

“What’s wrong little one?” Xiumin questions.

“Are you not feeling well?”

I want to uses the right words to not make it sound so perverted but end up saying, “I don’t think an hour is enough time for us three to have sex.” They look from me to each other before busting out laughing, my face flushes at my own words.

“We were not planning on having sex but it seems to be on your mind,” Luhan manages to say threw his laughing.

“We were going to play a game of soccer but if you really want we can head up to an empty room for a quickie. I’m not a fan of sharing but if you really want,” Xiumin teases.

“No, no, soccer is fine,” I mumble as they continue pulling me along with a pout on my face.

The oldest clicks his tongue at me, “Who would have thought that our baby would have such a dirty mind?”

“It’s good to know Baek and Yeolie can go on with their plan,” Luhan glances back at me with a smirk on his face.

“Their plan?” I whimper.

“They have been wanting to have threesome with you for awhile now. They hardly stop talking about it when you’re not there. But they were afraid it would be too much for you since you are still our innocent baby.”

We walk down a few flights of stairs until they open a door to an indoor soccer field. I let go of their hands to run out on to the field just for the hell of it. It’s been forever since I actually ran and even after ten minutes of me just running I don’t really want to stop. But I’m not given much of an option, Luhan takes it upon himself to tackle me to the ground, rolling us over so he takes the impact.

“Are you having fun baby?” He says rolling over once more so he’s on top of me. My chest is heaving and my heart is racing, he looks about the same as me, already exhausted from such a sort run.

“I haven’t ran in forever, it feels so good to be in the open.”

“You are really fast for being so small,” Xiumin plops down next to us in the same condition as us.

“Were you chasing me?” I hadn’t noticed them at all, I was way too focused on the free feeling in my body.

“You were lost in your own head like usual,” Lulu chuckles kissing me shortly.

“So soccer?” I question once Luhan rolls off me and I sit up.

“Have you ever played?”

I shake my head, “I’m not very coordinated so I stayed away from sports but I really want to try if it’s with you guys.”

“We’ll go easy on you,” Xiumin pats my head.

Summer in Arizona (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Originally posted by hopeanddoubts

Pairing: Anthony Ramos X Reader

Requested?: Day Four of Write-a-thon! :)

Prompt: Anthony decides to visit you in Phoenix.

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Arizona heat, and Fluff!

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The one thing you hated the most about living in Arizona was the heat

I mean, yeah you live thousands of miles away from friends, family, and your loving boyfriend of four years, but that had nothing on the hellish pain at Arizona’s dry heat waves. From late-April to Mid-September, the temperature will skyrocket between 110 and 115 degrees down in the valley. It’s basically hell compared to the chilly weather back in your home state of New York. It didn’t help that the AC in your dorm was busted so you were stuck rooming with your cousin Natasha until the AC was fixed, which won’t be for some time. Natasha, being the wonderful young woman that you knew and loved, allowed you to stay with her rent-free since she gave you the benefit of the doubt since you had an online summer semester to complete because of the barbaric English Literature degree you had chosen to study. Everyone pitied you and this life choice.

It was mid-June. The weather was clear skies and unbearable heat. The professors at NAU (Northern Arizona University) finally came to their senses and decided to cancel the classes for the rest of the week, and most of the teachers are leaving for the summer around this time. You needed a few days of relaxation from that horrid project you had for your English Literature class. You only had three plans today; eat fast food all day, play all your video games, and call your boyfriend. You didn’t get to talk to Anthony, your boyfriend, in about three days. The longest you went without calling or texting him was about three weeks because of mid-terms. You felt bad that you couldn’t call him or any of your friends often. Living all the away across the country wasn’t the best decision you’ve made since you graduated high school. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi the guidelines aren't working through mobile :( but if it is possible, can I request couple yoonseok trying to get jikook together only to realize that they've been in a secret relationship this whole time?

this sounds funny. i think this might be the first one i’m writing in a while that isn’t angsty LMAO (hopefully i don’t turn it angsty but we’ll see). also! i’m going to try and write with capitalization right now. i wish i could say it’s for legibility but really it’s just so i can work on fics on mobile with consistency lmao. for this fic, i made jihope roommates and yoonkook roommates. 

PS: THIS IS SO MUCH MORE CORNY THAN I ORIGINALLY PLANNED IDK WHAT HAPPENED

+ “Oh good. You’re home!” Hoseok said, entering Jimin’s bedroom. He sat on Jimin’s bed with him while Jimin fixed his hair. 

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anonymous asked:

omg omg omg so for the drabble game, hmm omg I can't even think... can I get a jungkook pov when oc was on her date w/john and he was home alone all those hours or a jungkook pov when he thought oc was with jin!!!!! -anon kook either is good :)

How long is a drabble supposed to be?  Because what I wrote is 2500 words.

The Fitting - Jungkook POV 

The Scene Where Jungkook Waits for the OC in Part 11

Originally posted by apgujeon

She had only been gone for fifteen minutes and Jungkook was already missing her.  He knew his behavior earlier was a little outrageous and he felt ashamed of thinking that she could be sleeping with someone else. It was difficult being with someone and having to keep everything a secret.  In a normal relationship, he would have been able to call a friend and share his fears and frustrations when there was an issue.  In this relationship, Jungkook had no one he could turn to, no one to ask for advice, no one to tell him whether or not his fears were unfounded.

He wandered aimlessly around her apartment for a few minutes, unsure of what he should be doing while he waited for her.  His mind would wander to what they did in the bathroom just a short while ago.  The sight of her bent over the counter, her skirt around her waist, her panties pulled down to her ankles…

Jungkook texted her:

6:16PM  Can you feel me inside you still?

6:16PM  I can still smell your juices on me.

6:19PM  You know I think about you all the time.

6:20PM  I’d be happy knowing that you think about me even half as much.

6:24PM  Everything is going to be okay.  I trust you.  

She texted him back quicker than usual.

You have nothing to worry about.  

I’m going to put my phone on silent while I’m out but I’ll be thinking of you.

Feel free to eat whatever is in the fridge.  

I’ll see you when I get home.  Be ready for me. ;-)

Jungkook smiled at that last line.

6:28PM  You know I’m always ready for you. Kekekeke

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cataclysmichomicide  asked:

Hey I just read your jerejean one shot where Jeremy asked Jean to slow down bc of his own insecurities and I was wondering if you could write a one shot of them working through that! Of Jeremy allowing Jean to see him not be perfect or happy. Jean being the person Jeremy can just BE around 😊😊😊 ((my tfc blog is @sinbinwithfoxesin))

Of course I can! I hope this is what you were looking for!

Jeremy slept soundly in Jean’s arms that night and slowly things started to return to normal. Jeremy was completely addicted: to Jean’s smiles, his kisses, his arms solid around him, his hand holding Jeremy’s. Jeremy was a romantic at heart, and this was like his fairy tale come true.

However, if he was so blissfully, overwhelmingly happy, why was there still the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him he didn’t deserve this? That he needed to do more, work harder to to prove to Jean that he was worth keeping around?

This thought spiral followed him to Jean’s birthday. Jean said he didn’t want anything big, since he still wasn’t used to celebrating, but Jeremy didn’t feel right not doing anything, so while Jean was out getting coffee with a friend, Jeremy resolved to make dinner and a cake. Dinner went without a hitch and Jeremy left it to cool on the table before setting out to mix up the cake ingredients. He hummed happily to himself, ready to make Jean’s birthday great.

Jean arrived back at their apartment, only to be greeted by the smell of sugar and vanilla. He rolled his eyes fondly. He’d told Jeremy he didn’t want anything, but he knew there was no way he could resist. He knew Jeremy wouldn’t do anything drastic, like a surprise party, so he let himself be a little excited as he pushed open the door.

When he walked in, he made his way into the kitchen to set down his keys and found Jeremy at the counter, mixing something furiously with a smear of batter on his and cheek and overall looking like a frazzled mess.

Jean thought he looked gorgeous.

He walked over to Jeremy and looped his arms around his waist. “Looks good,” he said, kissing the batter off of his cheek.

Jeremy jumped and whirled around to face him. “Jean! I-I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Is that for me?” Jean asked, craning his neck to get a look at the cake.

“No!” Jeremy cried, moving to cover it. “I mean-yes. But it’s not finished yet. So you can’t look.”

Jean’s brow furrowed. The cake had icing covering it and looked like pretty much every cake Jean had ever seen. “It looks done.”

Jeremy shook his head. “No, no, the frosting isn’t right. If I just try one more time…”

“Love…it doesn’t have to be perfect…”

“Yes it does!” Jeremy exclaimed.

Jean realized what was happening, so instead of blindly trying to reassure him, he asked, “Why?”

“Because it was supposed to be something special and a good memory because I know you haven’t had many good birthdays, but I fucked it up and it’s ugly and-”

“Jeremy. Look at my hands.”

“Jean, I don’t-”

“Look. They’re ugly.” Jeremy tried to protest, but Jean continued, “No. They are. They’re broken and scarred and twisted. Ugly. But you love them anyway, right?”

Jeremy nodded and Jean went on, “You made me a cake. You made me something so I would feel good. Baby, don’t you think you should give that kindness to yourself sometimes?”

Jeremy rested his head on Jean’s shoulder. “I love you.”

Jean looked down, surprised. It was the first time he’d said it. “I love you too,” Jean said with a squeeze. “And for the record, any birthday with you is a good one.”

Over dinner, they talked about finding a therapist for Jeremy to talk to, with Jean saying how hesitant he had been at first, but that it had helped. And then, they ate the lopsided, delicious cake.

I included the part at the end because I want to make it clear that being with Jean will not cure Jeremy’s anxiety, just like being with Jeremy doesn’t erase the years of trauma Jean’s been through. They help each other, but they also help themselves.

Masterlist

I decided to update my masterlist, but since I made the post two years ago, the format didn’t cooperate with editing and I had to make a new post. All stories and series and AUs should be in alphabetical order, the pairings are not. Hope it’s all of them!

I’ve counted about 165 stories written where’s my medal .


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When I was four I could see fairies.

They were tiny - no bigger than the last joint of my pinky finger – and translucent, their tiny organs visible through their glassine flesh. Sometimes they would flit about my head on papery wings and sometimes they would dance amongst the flower heads, their tiny mouths open as they sang melodies in an octave I couldn’t hear.
Nobody else could see them though; and as I grew older, they either became invisible to me as well – or I grew up enough that my imagination couldn’t sustain the reality of them. In the end I realised that they were just imaginary friends, exactly like the ones other children had.
So I forgot about them.

 
Being raised by a solo mother wasn’t all bad. While we were excruciatingly poor, my mother devoted her time to me as much as she could. She was the central focus in my life, the person who loved me the most, the person who gave me life.
Why she never re-married after my father left her, I’ll never know. She was beautiful, my mother, in a fragile, ethereal way – as though at any moment a strong wind could blow all the substance out of her and leave only a skeletal web of spider-silk strands behind.
She attracted men, certainly. She was never short of friendly masculine helpers and admirers, but she shyly shunned them all, to spend time with me, her only child.
School wasn’t easy for me, even though I had a good life. I was not a bright child or an eloquent child; I struggled and often fell behind. By the time I was twelve, my only remarkable skills were my ability to endlessly daydream and a decent reading level.
But I was happy enough.

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A/N: might went a little overboard with this because i’m a sucker for steve adoring tony oK

“Go kick their ass, baby!” Steve cheered as he watched the Avengers fight the giant lizards roaming through New York on his tablet in his hospital bed. “Ouch, nice shot, babe, good job.” 

“Are you just going to cheer on Tony the whole time, Cap?” Clint asked through the comm in his ears. 

“Probably,” Steve shrugged. He felt he didn’t need to suggest any form of strategy since the team seemed to handle it perfectly well. “You know Tony’s in charge when I’m not there.” 

Steve had been bedridden for the past week since he took quite a hit during their last fight with Hammer’s robots, but he was perfectly fine watching his boyfriend kick ass. There was just something in the way Tony moved during a fight that never failed to capture Steve. God knows how many times he forgot to catch his shield after he threw it just because he was watching Tony move around. He makes fighting look elegant even as he wears a bulky suit of armor, it’s as if the fight is his dance and the battlefield is his stage. 

Steve is utterly transfixed.  

On the screen, Tony shoots a lizard square in the chest, making it crumble to the ground. Steve whistles, “Nice aim.” 

“Steve,” Tony whined but Steve can perfectly picture him blushing inside of his helmet. He always gets like this whenever Steve compliments him or show his affection so publicly and Steve is very vocal about his adoration for Tony. Tony asked him why one time and Steve had replied with a shrug, like it was so obvious and said, “I’m just proud because I have you as my fella. You’re amazing, baby, of course, I’m going to show off a catch like you.” 

As expected, Tony smiled and bit his lip hard enough that Steve thought it was going to bleed as he hid his blush into the crook of Steve’s neck. 

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puppy ♡ grayson

–requested by anon

“Happy birthday to you…” You hear someone sing and you groan, grabbing the nearest pillow.

“Y/N, let me sing to you!” Grayson whines, grabbing the pillow and throwing it across the room.

You look at him and roll your eyes, “Alright. Go.”

“Ok,” He clears his throat, “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N-”

You laugh as he sings, sitting up and tying your hair up in a bun, “Thank you baby.”

He smiles brightly and gives you kisses all over your face, the last one landing on your lips, “Not a problem.”

Suddenly, your stomach grumbles and you look up at Grayson with a wide grin, “Since it’s my birthday…”

“Y/N, I’m going to burn whatever you want me to make.” He sighs and falls back on the bed.

“No, you have to! It’s my birthday!” You yell, straddling him and leaning down to give him a kiss, “Please?” You beg and he groans.

“Why do you have to be so cute?” He asks and picks you up, taking you to the kitchen and setting you down on the counter.

He starts to get all the supplies out to make your favorite breakfast and you couldn’t help but notice how hot he looked without a shirt on.

I mean, you had seen Grayson shirtless before, but that doesn’t stop you from thinking he looks hot.

“What are you looking at?” He asks with his eyebrows raised, a slight smirk on his face.

“Something ugly.” You counter with the same smirk and he gasps, putting the mixing bowl down and getting in between your legs.

“How dare you!” He says and you giggle, giving him a light kiss on the lips.

“Sorry” You smile and he rolls his eyes but smiles, giving you one more kiss.

You continue to watch him cook for you and when he’s finished he puts it on a plate and pulls out the chair for you.

“You didn’t make any for yourself?” You ask as you eat the food your sweet boyfriend made you, which was not burnt at all.

He smiles widely at you and you look at him suspiciously, “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because I already ate…” He says and you look at him weirdly, “When I was out picking up your present”

You smile, “Ooh! What is it?” You ask, suddenly excited.

“You have to eat first…” He says and you sigh, quickly shoving your face.

You weren’t afraid to eat in front of Grayson, and he liked that.

He laughed hysterically, “Slow down!”

“Done!” You say right after you swallowed your last bite, “What? I wanna know what you got me.” You shrug.

“Stay here.” He says, walking into the backyard.

You wait patiently for him to come back, wondering why your present would be in the backyard.

When he come back, you gasp and put your hands over your mouth.

“Grayson Bailey you did not!” You squeal, running over to him and the little puppy he was holding.

“I did!” He laughs and you squeal again.

“Grayson oh my god!” You say and he hands you the little puppy so you can carry it, “I love it! And I love you!” You say.

He laughs, “I’m glad.”

You place a bunch of kisses on his lips and then return your attention to the puppy in your arms.

“It’s so precious, how’d you find it?” You ask and Grayson chuckles.

“A friend of mine’s dog was having puppies so I asked him if I could have one, he said yeah.” He smiled, watching you enjoy your new puppy.

You sit down on the floor and place the puppy down, watching it stumble back to you.

“Grayson seriously I love you.” You repeat and he laughs once more, sitting down next to you.

“I love you too.” He says, and you both spend the next few hours playing with the new puppy Grayson got you.

a/n – i’m terrible at writing endings… Anyway, instead of making this just gray getting you a puppy I made it a birthday imagine, hope you like it haha!!

A little on the Family side

(Epilogue to A little on the lonely side - this is it. The end. No more.)

Bucky x Reader @thiddlestoff

FLUFF

Y/N had woken up late for the first time in a long time, as she rolled onto her back she gave a stretch and a moan at how good it felt. Preparations for the coming day had kept her up late into the night and she hadn’t set her alarm, she rolled out of bed and threw on yesterday’s clothes, she’d change and shower after she’d seen to her son. Walking into his room she blinked dumbly at the neatly made bed, her child no where to be seen and really she wasn’t surprised.
Acting on a hunch Y/N headed to the breakfast room and there her little one was, sat nicely beside the King of Wakanda eating eggs and toast. T'Challa had been very kind to her in the last two and a half years, he had also treated her son like family and little James liked him just fine too.

James had a lot of his father in him, soft brunette hair, steely blue eyes and the most beautiful face she had ever seen – even if she was biased. The little boy’s legs were swinging under the table as he ate and chatted with the man, getting closer she realised he was practising his numbers, ‘Enye one, zimbini two, zin…zintaaa-thu…zinta…’

'Zintathu, three.’ T'Challa helped him gently and then looked up to her, 'And what do you say when your mother walks into the room?’ The child’s eyes got big as saucers and he turned to look at her, grinning hugely and waving.

The eggs that had been on his fork were half way across the table as he waved it, 'Molo, umama!’ As she got closer he held his arms out to her and she picked him up into her arms with an exaggerated groan. 'Heavy?’ He asked her and pat her cheeks as if to wake her up a little.

'Never too heavy for me, James.’ She put him back on his chair and asked him to finish his breakfast  before sitting down, 'Thank you for watching him, your highness.’ T'Challa told her that he really didn’t mind and their conversation fell to business, everything had to be done to a schedule and once she was clear on her part T'Challa smiled and excused himself, ruffling the child’s hair as he passed by. 'Hey, James.’ Blue eyes looked straight up at her, 'Want to go see Daddy?’

The toddler cheered loudly and was already running across the room whilst Y/N was trying to get out of her chair. Since the day he was born Y/N had taken her son to Bucky’s cryotube, she knew the man couldn’t see his child but baby James could see him and she told their baby about Bucky all the time, Steve would share stories too and everyone around the lab would let James sit beside his father and play. Y/N would make a fuss on Bucky’s birthday, on father’s day too and James was old enough to get more excited about it – he would talk to Bucky everyday, tell him every little thing that was going on and draw him pictures to tape onto the glass.
He had bawled when they took the pictures down but Y/N had explained that Daddy would wake up soon and it would be nice to give him a scrapbook. James spent days helping with the book, asking curiously about the ultrasound pictures, why he was an ugly baby, why was uncle Steve crying in that picture, was it because he was an ugly baby?

When she caught up with James he was leaning against the tube, his tiny hands patting it gently, he barely came up to Bucky’s knee and she came to kneel beside her son, 'Wake up now?’ James asked her and she carded her finger’s through his short hair almost sadly.

'Tomorrow.’ She promised him, 'You’ll meet him tomorrow but remember he has lots of doctors to see and you might not get to play with Daddy for a few more days.’ He pouted at her, his perfect little lips a mirror of his father’s and she knew this little boy was going to be breaking hearts when he was older. 'No pouting…now come on, we have to get things ready for Daddy.’

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James was sound asleep in bed by the time Y/N pressed the release button on Bucky’s system, his veins being slowly flooded with heat, protein and electrolytes, oxygen was filtered in next and she watched him and his vitals carefully. It didn’t take as long as it used to for waking him, as soon as his heart blipped up on the screen everyone was moving as one. The brunette was moved onto a bed and wheeled into a room prepared for him, an IV was attached and before Bucky had chance to wake up he was put back to sleep. It was time to get HYDRA out of his head once and for all.
It took fourteen hours, seven different doctors all experts in different fields worked on him, the process was not invasive to Bucky physically, they didn’t break his skin or drill into his skull but at the same time it was changing the way his brain worked. One mistake could leave him brain dead or take everything away. It was terrifying.

She left only to wake James up, feed him and set him up for the day. When he saw his father’s tube was empty the little boy panicked, he tore himself away from Y/N’s hand and ran to the empty space, he checked behind it and looked all around the lab before sitting in the middle of the room and throwing a tantrum. The two year old could throw spectacular tantrums and this one was like something she’d never seen before – he was inconsolable. She struggled to trap him in her arms and keep him still until he cried himself out.
It was difficult to explain to him that Bucky couldn’t come see him yet, James just didn’t understand why he couldn’t see his father, he always saw his father and now he was gone.

Another seven hours passed, between calming down a small child, running through the next process for Bucky’s recovery and catching up on sleep Y/N was exhausted. The up side was that Bucky’s operation was done and they were hopeful, the hard part was next.
When Y/N stepped into the room she saw that Bucky was already sat up and his sleepy eyes met hers, a lop sided smile and a groggy “Hey.” had her running to his side and throwing her arms around him, 'I missed you!’ She pressed her forehead to his, marvelling at feeling his skin and his heat and hearing him chuckle. 'Ugh, I look like a mess, I was supposed to put more of effort into this but James - ’

'James?’ Bucky asked as he tried to process her words, it felt as if his head was filled with cotton and his body made of jelly, 'W-who’s James?’

Y/N had meant that to be a surprise but it was a little late now, she stroked his cheeks and kissed him twice, 'James is your son.’ She watched the man nod then freeze, then opened his mouth before closing it. He went from confused, to blank and then his eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped – looking exactly like James when he was given a mountain of ice cream for no reason.

'My son?! I…you…’ Bucky was having a little trouble processing and she had to hide a laugh as she thought he looked a little like he was buffering. 'Shit…I have a son…’ He looked at her and then her stomach, 'You were pregnant…’ He looked to his left and again was surprised by his lack of arm, 'My arm’s fallen off…’

'How much morphine have you had, Bucky?’ She laughed and checked his sheet, the answer was that he’d had a lot and it was somewhat hilarious. 'Bucky…Bucky, hey – over here.’ His head swung back in her direction and she noticed his pupils were blown, he was high as a kite, 'Do you want to meet him?’

'Who?’

'James!’

’…I’m James?’

Oh sweet lord he was killing her, 'You’re Bucky. Your son is James and I’m-’

'My wife?’ He asked her almost hopefully and she groaned into his chest, wanting to punch him and kiss him all at once, he was actually worse than a two year old at this point and she was too tired for this.

She kissed his head and stood up, 'Go to sleep. You’ve got a new arm to come and then we’ll figure everything else out.’ She had hoped to let James meet his father but with Bucky so confused and disorientated it would be a very frustrating meeting. The man was due for the surgery to reattach his arm. It would be almost exactly the same as his previous cybernetic limb, the plans for it had become available and only a few changes had been made, the metal was stronger and the way nerves and wires merged was made simpler, he’d have a better range of feel and control. The EMP and mapping system had been taken out of the design and the the plates were smoother so hopefully it would be quieter.
He was going through a lot during his first twenty four hours, two major operations and a cocktail of drugs would have been too much for most but she knew he’d want everything done at once, his completely understandable discomfort of lab coats and operations playing a role. Little James was still upset that he couldn’t see his father and he tried to stage a protest by refusing to go to sleep that night. He sat in the middle of his room with a nightlight on, arms crossed and the infamous “Barnes pout” marring his sweet face.

Thirty nine hours after being brought back Bucky was sat in a containment room, rigged to withstand his new arm and gas him with sedative if this didn’t go to plan. Y/N put her hands to the window of the room and Bucky pressed his against hers from the other side and gave her a nod. Her lips parted and with a nervous cough she looked him in the eye and spoke, the Russian felt strange on her tongue, the words leaving a bad taste in her mouth.

Longing.

His whole body went rigid, his skin going pale but he nodded again for her to continue.

Rusted.

A flinch, his breath coming heavier but still he nodded.

Seventeen.

Bucky didn’t react this time, he stood still and stared at her, even when she continued his words and as she finished saying Freight car the brunette’s lips split into a grin, his eyes crinkling joyously as he attempted to high five her through the window, 'Fuck you HYDRA!’ He exclaimed and Y/N jumped up and down, celebrating with him loudly as the others looked on bemused. Finally he was free of them and all he wanted now was to meet his son.

-

Despite all of James’ tantrums, his rebellious behaviour, the crying, the pouting and general misery he had caused to meet his father – he was now surrealy quiet. He was hiding behind his mother’s legs and one blue eye was on Bucky warily. His father looked much bigger now, a very real human being that walked and talked and James was a little nervous. Bucky looked crestfallen, fingers twitching in their want to pick the beautiful, tiny boy up but his child was hiding from him, licking his lips he searched for help from Y/N and she mouthed to him with a sympathetic smile. Bucky followed her silent instruction and got down on one knee to make himself smaller, he couldn’t help but smile at the tiny person he had helped make, he had so much to catch up on… noticing the little boy had a bright red star on his white tee he pointed to the star on his shoulder, 'We match.’

Hearing Bucky’s voice directed at him James’ eyes got even bigger and his lips parted in a sort of awe – his father could talk – with a cautious glance to his mother James stepped a little further out and asked a very important question, 'Daddy?’ Bucky gave a timid nod, 'Really?’ Another nod. James came out a little more, 'No more sleep?’

'No more sleep.’ Bucky gave a boyish grin as he got a good look at James, he was a handsome little fella and from what he’d heard the kid had a lot of spirit in his tiny frame, 'You know why?’ The little boy shook his head and Y/N hid her smile, 'Cause I’m going to be with you til the end of the line.’

Something fell into place for little James and he grinned back at his father, running full speed into the man’s arms and squealing in delight when Bucky lifted him high into the air with a sort of joyous roar before bringing the boy down and holding him tight, loving the tiny fingers patting his face and hair. Bucky shifted James to his side and held out his other arm for Y/N, bringing her into the embrace and kissing her lips until impatient hands pulled his hair and a disgusted “Eww!” alerted them to their son’s displeasure at their public display of affection.

When I was four I could see fairies by Cymoril_Melnibone

They were tiny - no bigger than the last joint of my pinky finger – and translucent, their tiny organs visible through their glassine flesh. Sometimes they would flit about my head on papery wings and sometimes they would dance amongst the flower heads, their tiny mouths open as they sang melodies in an octave I couldn’t hear.

Nobody else could see them though; and as I grew older, they either became invisible to me as well – or I grew up enough that my imagination couldn’t sustain the reality of them. In the end I realised that they were just imaginary friends, exactly like the ones other children had.

So I forgot about them.

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Happy Birthday! / Conor Maynard

You sat on the bed looking at your boyfriend who was peacefully sleeping, light snores coming out from time to time. You ran your hand through his hair, making him make a weird face, you chuckled and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Today was Conor’s birthday and you were determined to get him out of bed at the right time and get him to the place where Anna told you to take him. He had already celebrated his birthday with his friends, of course, but this year, you and Anna thought it would be nice to let him spend this day with family too.

“Babe,” you said lightly, your face inches away from his. He frowned. “come on, it’s time to get up.” He just shook his head letting out a noise of disapproval. You kept running your hand through his hair, occasionally leaving a little kiss somewhere on his face. 

“What time is it?” he asked in his morning voice, which you absolutely loved.

“Almost 2.” You smiled at him as he finally opened his blue eyes.

“It’s still too early.” he closed his eyes again, which made you pout.

“Come on Con, I planned for us to go out!” he opened his eyes again.

“We went out last night, babe”

“I know but I mean today we can go out on a cute date or something.” you pouted “It’s your birthday and I wanna spend time with you, alone”

He sat up and pressed his back against the headboard of the bed, smiling at you. “C’mere.” He opened his arms. You scooted closer until you reached the safest place, also known as his arms “We can do that, babe” he kissed your temple.

“I’ll go get you something to eat” you pecked his lips and left his room.

You got your phone and texted Anna that you’d be there with him by 4. You put your phone back in your back pocket and get some food for Conor. You come back with what you made for lunch and set it on his lap. You sat next to him and turned on your laptop to watch something while he ate.

“By the way, we have to be there by 4″

“Why?” he asked confused. You panicked internally for a few seconds.

“Because I made a special reservation!” He nodded and you internally let out a breath of relief. 

When the clock hit 3 o’clock you got up and he looked at you with a weird expression. “Come on, you’ve got to shower and get ready!” You chuckled as he smirked. “Don’t get any ideas, Maynard. You shower and I’ll get clothes out for you to wear”

“Come on baby, it’s my birthday” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “you can get out a few minutes before me to get the clothes” he whispered kissing your neck.

You had already showered but his kisses and him in general were irresistible. You wrapped your arms around him “Okay, you win” He grabbed your legs and you wrapped them around him, he then started walking towards the bathroom, making you giggle.




“I’m so excited!” You clapped as you walked the streets, making Conor chuckle. “Aren’t you?” You asked him.

“Very excited to spend some time with my girl” he smiled, taking your hand.

You smiled as you got to the place where everyone was. “Trust me, you will love this evening!” 

You kissed his cheek and opened the door, everyone yelling “SURPRISE!” as the light went on. He looked around with a smile from ear to ear. His whole family was there, including his grandparents and all his closest friends.

He looked at you ans smiled “You planned this?” he asked.

“Anna had the idea, so thank her” you said putting your hand on her shoulder. Conor turned around and hugged her.

“Happy birthday, Con” she smiled.

Conor went ahead and started saying hello to everyone, you decided to stay with the boys while he did so. You were all laughing at something Joe said. You went to get yourself another drink and as you were waiting, you felt two arms wrap around you and lips pressing a kiss on your shoulder. You smiled, recognising his cologne.

“See? This is much better than staying home, sleeping, isn’t it?” you said, turning around once you had your drink in your hand.

He hummed, pecking your lips “Thank you” he smiled.

“You’re very welcome” You smiled and kissed him.

He leaned down and kissed your shoulder, then your collarbone and then up your neck to your ear “Maybe we should get out of here. Later, of course because if we left now it would be a bit rude” he whispered, you just smiled.

“Wasn’t the shower enough for you?” you asked as he continued to kiss your jaw.

“Gorgeous, I can never get enough of you” he whispered again “So, what do you say”

“Okay. But only because it’s your birthday” you rolled your eyes “and because I can’t get enough of you either” you chuckled.

“I know I’m so sexy” he said in a weird accent and pulling a really ugly face.

“I love you, you weirdo” he smiled happily at your words, taking your hand and guiding you to introduce you to his grandparents which you hadn’t met yet.

J-hope x reader fluff. 'But YOU are my present.'

my-unicorn-ran-away said: Aigoo i have so many. I go with jhope and green *-* i want fluff

Anon said: Hii ^.^Could you pls do Jhope fluff :3

Green: virginity scenario.

Send me the name of your bias and your favourite colour and I’ll write a smut or fluff based on it. (clarify smut, fluff or both.)

[THIS IS SO BAD I’M SORRY I TRIED BABIES BUT IT WAS NOT WORKING OUT DON’T HATE MEH]

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You nervously fiddled with the packaging of the box. You trailed the larger letters on the front, fingers gliding over the smooth surface. You couldn’t help but feel anxious. Today was your boyfriend Hoseok’s birthday. You sighed.

‘Do I really want to do this?’

You thought of Hoseok’s smile, all he had done for you in the time you two had been together. You straightened your shoulders. You wanted this. No, HE probably wanted this, but your were willing to give it to him. You got a purple set of lingerie from a shopping bag next to the door. You slowly put it on, your heart bouncing against your chest. Releasing your hair from your previous ponytail you looked in the mirror. Biting your lip you grabbed the package you had been fidling with before, a pack of condoms, and put it on Hoseok’s nightstand. Lastly you grabbed the piece of white ribbon you had gotten along with the condoms and lingerie. You tied it into a bow around your waist. You walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch, waiting for the sound of the door opening.

When you heard the key in the lock your heart started pounding again, but you still laid down sexily on the couch, that faced the door so Hoseok would immediatly see you once he came in. He opened the door. His face was flushed and sweaty, and he was carrying at least four bags of God knows what. He awkwardly shoved the door closed with his elbow and stumbled a few steps into the living room before he saw you. All bags fell to the ground. His jaw fell open and you could see him gulp visibly. He stood there for a minute, speechless. As you realised he wasn’t going to move you got up from your position, heart still racing, and walked up to him, giving him a long loving kiss.

'Happy birthday, oppa.’

Your whisper was intented to sound seductive, but instead it sounded scared, and your voice was a little higher than usual. You pulled him towards the couch, sitting him down and sitting on his lap. This seemed to snatch him back to reality as he stopped your advances to open up his jeans.

'Jagi, what are you doing?’

His voice was genuinely surprised. Your movements stilled as you stared at his chest, your hands still on his zipper.

'Giving you your birthday present.’

It came out as an uncertain whisper. Hoseok reached forward to lift your chin and look into your eyes. He looked into them for a long time before whispering back.

'You don’t ACTUALLY want to do this do you.’

He gave you a little understanding smile, and you suddenly realised he wasn’t expecting you to do anything. He wasn’t expecting you to do what you were so afraid of. A short quivered sigh came out of your mouth, but it was cut short when your felt tears streaming down your face. You shook your head, answering his question.

'I wanted you suprise you, I wanted to be a good girlfriend and not have you wait any longer for something some guys have every day..’

Your bottom lip tremebled, and Hoseok was brushing away the tears, pulling you closer to his chest so you could lean on him. You only realised how cold you were when you met his warm chest, and you buried your face in his neck and ugly sobs of stress came out. Hoseok kissed your head and hushed you until you had calmed down a bit.

'And now I also ruined your birthday..’

You pouted getting up and rubbing your eyes a bit. You looked at his shirt.

'And your shirt too.’

Hoseok laughed looking at the smears of mascara, and grabbed your hands tightly.

'Jagi, where did you get the idea I would want to do that if you weren’t ready for it? I would never be able to do this if you were still so scared of it.’

He brought his face closer to yours and you brushed noses.

'And you ruined nothing. I came home to my beautiful girlfriend who I love more than the world, and that is enough to make every day beyond perfect.’

He picked you up, holding your to his chest like a baby, and carried you to the bedroom. He grabbed a large T-shirt of himself, and slid it over the purple bra, after undoing your ribbon.

'Purple DOES look beautiful on you though.’

You giggled and sniffled a bit. Hoseok chuckled as he grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and put it on you too, covering your cold legs and getting the blood flowing again. He carried you back to the couch, wrapped you in his bathrobe, and told you not to move. You buried your nose in the hem of his shirt as he went back to your bedroom, and came out not much later wearing pj’s too. He then grabbed the bags off of the floor, while smiling and blowing a kiss to you, and disappeared in the kitchen. You switched on the tv to turn on a variety show, and your saw Hoseok return from the corner of your eye. He was carrying a tray with cups of tea, cake, snacks, and soda. He placed it on the coffee table and leaned forward a bit more to steal a kiss from you. He went back to the kitchen to grab something else, but your timid voice stopped him.

'Hoseokkie?’

Your turned around, eyes loving and smile bright.

'Yes jagiya?’

'I really wanted to give myself to you for your birthday, but now I don’t have anything to give you..’

Hoseok walked back to you, kissing your forehead and squeezing your nose slightly.

'Don’t you understand baby? You have already given me yourself, and you continue giving me every day! You don’t have to worry about lame presents like aftershave or watches, I have you, and that’s all I need.’

He walked away again, and quickly came back in with some DVD’s and another bathrobe losely around his shoulders. He flopped down next to you and handed you the DVD’s.

'So, what do I get to watch with the most beautiful present in the world?’

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January's *Sterek* fic rec

0 - 10 000

Like a Baby Duck by ALoza

 Derek hoists Stiles to his feet, and the six-year-old topples forward into the ten-year-old’s chest. He grunts and wipes at his cheek.
“Sorry,” Derek blurts, eyes wide with worry, as he steadies him.
Stiles smiles and shrugs, “‘s okay.”
Derek smiles back and crosses his arms, “Okay, you have to be the prince and I’ll be the knight that has to rescue you, okay?”
Stiles nods, “Okay.”“Go to sleep in the treehouse and when I kiss you, you have to wake up,” Derek instructs.

the sun’s in my heart and i’m ready for love by  trilliastra

“You just had to read the book!” Lydia yells. “Even after I told you not to.”Stiles gives her a sheepish smile.
“Well see, that was your mistake. You can’t just tell me not to do something.” He ducks away from another flying shoe. “Reverse psychology!”
- In which another spell goes wrong and there’s some kissing in the rain.

Kids are gonna do what they want by trilliastra

“Mr. Hale!” She screams, squirming in Stiles’ arms and pointing to a guy dressed as huntsman.And what a huntsman, Stiles thinks as said guy turns, confused at first, but then proceeds to grin at Megan.
“Mr. Hale, Mr. Hale! This is Uncle Stiles.” Megan introduces while Stiles tries not to drool.
–In which Stiles’ goddaughter tries to set him up with her kindergarten teacher.

But You Want To Be by giantteenwolforgy

Eric is totally going to figure out how hard Stiles is crushing on his brother and never want to speak to him again.Stiles’s boner is going to ruin their friendship.

I would have liked some presents but you’re what Santa chose to send by trilliastra

 “Ah, would you look at that.” Stiles smirks, when Derek opens his eyes he notices Stiles is looking up to – is that a mistletoe?Derek raises an eyebrow, incredulous.
“Seriously? When did you put that up? Or better yet, how did you put that up?”
Stiles narrows his eyes, huffs in mock annoyance. “I’ll have you know I can use a ladder! When it’s absolutely necessary.”

Special Delivery by hai_mae

Derek really likes pizza, and the pizza boy really likes Derek. It’s a win-win.

You Missed A Spot by sweetbutterbliss 

He is shirtless and damp, wearing only basketball shorts riding low on his hips. Stiles licks his lips and watches Derek lean over the hood moving the torn up t-shirt in circles, his muscles flexing smoothly underneath his skin. Stiles wants to feel the movement underneath his hands, feel the way Derek is made. Take him apart and put him back together.     

Blizzard Boyfriend by literaryoblivion

With a record-breaking snowstorm on the horizon, threatening a city shutdown for a few days, Stiles gets the bright idea to put an ad up on craigslist for someone to spend his snow days with that would be filled with cuddling, movies, alcohol, and potential makeouts or more.
It’s a joke until someone responds.

Snow Place Like Home by blacktofade

In which there are snowball fights, werewolf snowmen, and itchy ugly sweaters from Stiles’ grandma.

On a Wednesday In a Café by motherofalphas

 Derek loves Wednesdays. He always has.

Down on My Knees by Vendelin

Stiles gets addicted to a new computer game, and Derek just wants their relationship back.
Written for the prompt: “new iphone game/video game/tv show ruining sterek’s sex life”

Laugh About It by clawstoagunfight 

It’s three AM. Stiles is drunk and dancing around in his underwear, singing at the top of his lungs, when someone knocks on his door.

sing a new song, Chiquitita by HalfFizzbin

 Derek is scheduled to work a double shift at Hale or High Water on the night of his 30th birthday, which is an excellent encapsulation of how his life is going so far.

Snows of New York by Rena

“…You think your grandmother would buy you a stripper?”
In which “the nice young man next door who shovels snow for me” turns out to not be an acne-ridden middle schooler, Mrs Stilinski’s grandson turns out to not be a ten year old goofy looking kid anymore, and everyone realises they shouldn’t doubt ever doubt Grandma Stilinski’s matchmaking skills.

Disco Cops by GotTheSilver

“You don’t need to protect me, Stiles.”
“Officer of the law here,” Stiles says, his smile twisting into a dirty smirk. “That’s my job.”
“Not in those shorts.”
“How about out of these shorts?”

Bad dates and (not quite) death escapes by quigui

 Stiles asks Derek out. It doesn’t go well (only it does)

Cuddle Therapy by alisvolatpropiis 

“Dude, did you know that Derek’s into dudes?” Scott asks the question as he shoves a folded piece of meat lover’s pizza in his mouth, last few words turning to mumbled mush.
Stiles tells himself that’s why he has to ask him to repeat it twice, even though Scott-talking-with-his-mouth-full is practically his second language, mastered when they were first graders, along with Scott-needs-to-use-his-puppy-eyes-now-because-words-are-hard-for-him-sometimes and Scott-talking-while-trying-to-pretend-he’s-not-having-an-asthma-attack (now a dead language thanks to the vigorous application of werewolfdom).

Pumpkin Spice Lightning by fauvistfly

“Scott. Derek is my friend. My very good friend. He’s about to be my best friend if you keep this up,” Stiles snaps as he viciously points a pen at Scott. “This is growth. I’m growing. I’m capable of being friends with attractive people without becoming a drooling mess or a heart-eyed baboon with five-year plans. Stop shitting on my growth, man.”

you think i’m crazy? wait until you meet my family by trilliastra  *WIP

“God, will you just stop thinking? There’s no one home.” He says, grins when Derek nods and goes back to kissing him, using those amazing lips to drive Stiles crazy and –
“I think you should rethink that statement.”
Derek jumps, lets go of Stiles quickly before starting to look around for his jacket, the tip of his ears turning pink. Stiles refrains himself from reaching out and petting Derek’s adorable face, and instead proceeds to give his mom a guilty smile.

Lemme see your peacock by FicklePickleTickle   *WIP

Scott can’t just leave drunk as a skunk Derek to die in a puddle of his own vomit. What kind of an alpha would that make him? A crappy one. Not to mention Stiles would probably kill him. Cursing his stupid morals Scott takes it upon himself to take care of Derek and if he gets blackmail material while doing so, then Scott can just count it as payment.

Whatevership by Derbobbs

“What does this mean?” Stiles asks, sliding his phone across the counter toward Scott.
Scott doesn’t pause in shoveling cereal in his mouth as he picks the phone up and studies it. “He wants you to stay over tonight,” Scott translates after swallowing.
Stiles stares at him, not amused.
“I don’t know, man. I don’t know the nature of your whatevership with Derek. He either wants to patrol the forest with you or fuck you, I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”

There’s No Such Thing As TMI Among Friends by eeyore9990

“I was jerking off, but had to give up halfway through because my wrist hurt.”
With those words, Stiles destroys Derek’s carefully maintained fiction that Stiles is still the skinny, geeky, awkward sixteen-year-old he first ran into that day in the Preserve.

Knot Again by prettylittlementirosa

Our friends they don’t know how to knock
But dammit Derek I love your cock
So stick it in
It’s not a sin
To knot me so hard I cannot walk
Or: Five times Derek and Stiles are interrupted while tied together by Derek’s knot, and one time they’re not.
(I promise this is not actually 5k of knotting limericks. Sorry if that disappoints you.)

Tumble Turn by dedougal

Stiles thinks his summer job is going suck. He’s not wrong about that but the hot lifeguard makes up for it a whole lot.

They Call Me Stuart (That’s Not My Name) by KuriKuri 

“I’ll have a, uh, medium mocha,” Stiles finally says, squinting up at the drink menu on the back wall.
“Name?” Douche-y blond guy asks, picking up a disposable paper cup.
“Stiles,” Stiles replies, grimacing as he watches the guy scribble down ‘Stuart’ on the side of the cup. Whatever. It’s not worth the trouble of trying to get him to change it.

The dangers of deja-vu by MsCee

When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown.
What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.

Meddling Kids by beckywinchester176

For the past three weeks, Lydia’s had to watch them circle around each other, and she’s really getting sick of it.

Things To Do On The Dates You Aren’t Having by lielabell

“So are we dating now or what?” Stiles asks the third time he finds himself doing the obligatory postcoital cuddling with a certain sour wolf.

It’s (never) only play-pretend by majoline, MemeKon

“And so you thought getting a fake boyfriend was the perfect solution.”
Stiles scrunches his nose at him.
“When you say it like that it sounds like a terrible idea.”
Derek doesn’t say a thing, just looks at Stiles.
“He was supposed to back off, okay? Like a ‘yay, Stiles finally found someone desperate enough to date his sorry ass, I can finally retire from the matchmaking business’ thing.”
(Or: the one in which Stiles and Derek are the worst fake boyfriends.)

Falling Into You by venis_envy 

Kink MeMe fill for prompt: “Boys in Knickers/Underage”
Mostly just fluffy, humorous porn with my attempts at Dirty-Talking Derek and Likes-It-Rough Stiles. Established relationship, 17-year-old Stiles and who-the-hell-knows-how-Jeff-does-math Derek.

The Stilinski-Martin Guide To Dating The Hales by demonicweirdo

“I don’t know Lydia… Maybe you should try it out. You guys kinda balance each other.” Stiles shrugged. “Opposites attract.”
“What, like you and Derek balance each other?” Lydia shot back. “If… If Cora wants to go out with me, fine, I’ll do it. But not until Derek gets his head out of his ass and takes you on a date.”
The one where everyone mistakenly assumes that no-strings-attached-sex would work, and Derek should not be trusted with his own love life.

not french and probably a mistake by bleep0bleep

A witch’s curse sends Derek into a parallel universe where his life is a TV show. At first, Derek thinks he’s lucky Stiles got sent into this universe with him. He’s a little confused when Stiles starts kissing him furiously.
Dylan isn’t sure why his boyfriend is acting so shy all of a sudden. It’s kinda cute. And he’s totally down to roleplay Sterek again, that’s always hot.

Rainy Days Never Prepared Him For This by CiaraWrites

When Stiles left Beacon Hills for college he totally didn’t sign up for getting drenched every day when making his journeys from his apartment to the bus to campus and back again as soon as he moved out of the dorms. And yet, that’s his life and has been for the past four years.
But there is one upside.
Angry Umbrella Guy.

snow day by kellifer_fic

“It’s not a big deal. It just happens when I’m… cold,” Stiles offers, scratching gingerly at his head with a claw and then grimacing at it like it’s betraying him.
“Are you serious?”
“Hey, who are you to judge, wolfman?”

Rock and a Hard Place by mrsronweasley 

Stiles is forced to spend the night at Derek’s. Oh, no, the horror. (8400 words; set sometime in the ~unspecified future, say, a year from when S2 left off.)

Handsome Hobo by relenafanel, Swing Set in December (swing_set13) 

Derek should probably stop rummaging through garbage if he doesn’t want people to assume he’s homeless.

Option C) Some Bad Guys are Werewolves, but Not All Werewolves are Bad Guys by calrissian18 

Derek Hale—the Incredible Meat that Thinks—needs a math tutor. Stiles Stilinski needs something that will look better on his college applications than ‘passable D&D Dungeon Master.’
It’s a match made in heaven. Er, right?
Written for Bonus Challenge 3: Out of Context Dungeons &; Dragons Quote.

Accidentally in Love by Scruffy_Wolf 

Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.
Derek’s not sure what gives but he’s certain that Laura’s behind it.

10 000 - 50 000

Diplomatic Tension by janekrahe

An old friend of Peter’s brings his pack to visit and Derek gets Scott and his friends to play happy-pack-families with him to keep up appearances. Also Derek is an idiot and no one tells Stiles anything.

Stamp of Approval by JessicaMDawn

All soulmates share a birthmark. A angry fan of Derek Hale, movie star, pulls his shirt down and reveals his mark. In Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski gets on the internet and sees shady pap photos of, apparently, his soulmate. So how do you contact a famous person to tell them “Hey… I’m kinda your soulmate maybe?” when hundreds of other people are tweeting them the same thing?

Peculiar / Interesting by standinginanicedress

“Don’t you think he’s strange?”
The boys watch as Stiles drops his half eaten donut on the ground, flails for a second before glancing all around as if checking to make sure no one’s watching – and then scoops the glazed treat right back up and takes another bite, albeit with a guilty expression on his face.
“Strange?” Scott repeats, furrowing his brow.
“Yeah. Like – you know. Peculiar.”

It’s Just a Crush, Right? by spellwovennight 

Derek’s innocently watching cat videos when he finds one of an enticing young man at a clinic playing with kittens. He spends the next eight hours watching through his entire channel, and he’s hooked.
But what’s Derek going to do when he falls for the internet sensation?

Ghosts of Christmas Past. by devilscut 

Christmas Eve and Derek’s at the Stilinski house after receiving a text from Stiles to meet him there urgently. He finds the teenager asleep under the Christmas tree and on waking him up he discovers that Stiles has found a huge missing part of Derek’s past and a loving reminder of the Hale Family. The resulting emotional upheaval leads to revelations between the Alpha and his teenage pack member which leads to kissing and touching..
Christmas morning the Sheriff finishes his shift but what he finds beneath the Christmas tree is the last thing he ever expected.

An exercise in self-discipline by gottalovev

Roughly translated, the five Tenets of Taekwondo are courtesy, integrity, patience, self-discipline, and invincibility. Derek, who is a senior Taekwondo instructor in the family business, starts having trouble upholding several of those when Sheriff Stilinski and his jailbait son, who hits on him at every occasion, register for classes.

Safe by Insomiak

Derek thinks he can control things - Stiles is this stupidly attractive coffee shop guy - Laura is pushy about it.

Be the Life of the Party by Mimiminaj

His father’s face suddenly turned serious again.
“He is twenty four though, son. I don’t care if his smile shits rainbows and his laugh births puppies. You are his employee. It would be bad to cross those lines during your first job. Or ever.”
Stiles’ face hit the table.
“I hate my life,” he moaned.
Scott laughed cheerfully. “Don’t worry sheriff! It sounds to me like the entire cinema staff feels the same. Stiles doesn’t stand a chance with Derek!”
“Scratch that,” Stiles mumbled into the wood. “I hate you two more.”
Or – Stiles starts working at the movie theater. His boss is Derek.

I Intend to be Independently Blue by Loz 

Stiles is the worst thing that could have happened to Derek. He hasn’t been wolfing out at inopportune moments since his teens, but only because he has a system in place. And this is where Stiles comes into play. Because he’s been messing with this system, and doesn’t even know. Also, there’s a wendigo.

Werewolf-Friendly by badwolfbadwolf

Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn’t like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles’ ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is… interested.
And who is he kidding, he’s read that bio every day since that sad evening with the chocolate chip cookies, and has every facet of it memorized.
Stiles, no last name. Eighteen. Student. Good conversationalist. Likes to crack jokes. Fan of junk food but enjoys running. Werewolf-friendly. Werewolf-friendly.
And there is his phone number and an email address. Plus all the moles.

this dance of days by imprintofadream (imprint_of_a_doe)

He feels like the world stuttered to a halt and started rotating the other direction within the past few days, like the fire burned brighter only to push him into his proper place. Three days ago, he had no idea werewolves existed, had no idea Derek could be anyone other than Hale, and now he knows how it feels to be pressed up against him, knows how awkward Erica’s sideburns are, knows with absolute certainty that being taken off fire relief duty won’t tear him away from this group.
But fires have always been dangerous and unpredictable.

Absolutely No One’s Dead! by BarlowGirl

Stiles broke Christmas. Stiles broke the star off the Christmas tree, the one that the first gift of Christmas goes under, the one that starts Christmas and has had the same star for hundreds of years and Stiles broke it. This is officially the worst thing Stiles has ever done. Including getting Scott turned into a werewolf. What’s a little lycanthropy ever hurt anyone? There are lots and lots of really great werewolves out there and Scott’s fine. So he gets a little fuzzy every full moon. At least he can enjoy a nice cobwebby room without the dust causing his lungs to close up.
But this, this is terrible. Children all over the world are going to be disappointed because Stiles broke Christmas and Santa Claus, Santa freaking Claus is looking at Stiles like he’s going to end up on the naughty list and Stiles’ dad is going to give him that look and –
“Will you stop doing that?” Angry Eyebrow Elf mutters and shoves Stiles into a chair. “Seriously, stop panicking. You’re giving me a headache just looking at you.”
OR: The One Where Stiles is a Jack Skellington’s grandson and Derek is an elf because of reasons.

the difference between going back and going home by thepsychicclam

Stiles and Derek were inseparable growing up, but then college, jobs, and life happened. When Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills a decade later, he doesn’t expect to reconnect with Derek, and he sure doesn’t expect to fall in love with him.  

You’ve Got Mail by Shinhia

Stiles Stilinski is one of the few people left who still likes to write letters, no matter what advanced technology has given us in 2014.
For Stiles, there’s nothing like receiving a letter or writing one. Feeling the paper under your hand, letting the ball of your pen glide along the surface, the sound of them both when they make contact with each other. There’s a romanticism, a beauty in it that texting or emailing won’t ever be able to recreate.
It’s with these thoughts in mind, after another very bad and hurtful break-up, and another restless night, that Stiles decides to pick a random place on the map of the United States, and find someone to write to. That’s how he ends up finding Derek Hale.
Or
The story where Stiles and Derek are strangers who exchanging letters, fall in love, and wonder if they’ll ever meet in real life.

Lead You Home Again by GotTheSilver

The first time Derek meets Stiles, the kid’s brown eyes are wide, and he’s staring up at him with a mischievous grin as he tugs at the arm of Derek’s first ever Batman figure like he’s trying to separate it from Batman’s body.
An alternate take on Teen Wolf, wherein Stiles and Derek are childhood friends, and things unfold from there.

50 000 +

487 by Finduilas

Two years after graduating from the Police Academy, Stiles decides to transfer to the Beacon Hills Police Department, where his father is Chief. But when he gets assigned his new partner, Stiles isn’t so sure if the transfer was a good idea. Derek 'Officer Grumpy Cat’ Hale isn’t exactly his first choice of partner. Then again, Stiles really isn’t Derek’s first choice either.

We Move to the Same Rhythm by samann98

 Derek is the cocky captain of the basketball team with a not-so-secret love of dance and Stiles is the leader of the school’s struggling dance team. With Stiles’ dance team, Spin Cycle, on the verge of being disbanded, Lydia suggests they bring in some new members. Stiles agrees, until she suggests Derek Hale.

The Pop Star (’s Manager) and the Super Fan (’s Father)

The shrill screams reached a pitch and decibel that no human should be forced to endure.  And the concert hadn’t even started yet.  They weren’t even in the fricken venue.

Castiel gripped his daughter’s hand tightly and surveyed the chaos around him.  Lines stretched halfway around the building as hordes of females thronged the entrances.  There were women in their twenties, teenage girls, preteens, little girls, some middle aged women.  There were a few boys mixed in who were genuinely sharing in the excitement, but for the most part the males present were put upon husbands, boyfriends, and fathers.  Like himself.

A murmur of excitement rippled at one end of the line, and by the time it reached the other end people were screaming their heads off because they didn’t know what had caused the excitement.  For all they knew the five members of May Day had just come outside with their shirts off.  Castiel suspected the members of May Day were not even in the building yet and the noises from the sound check echoing out into the parking lot were being conducted by roadies.

When Claire had said that all she wanted for her birthday—with those huge, beautiful baby blues looking guilelessly up at him—was to have the new May Day album, Castiel thought he’d been brilliant, father-of-the-year material by surprising her with tickets for her and three of her friends to attend a May Day show.  Now after having been stuck in a car with four ten year olds for almost two hours just to get to the venue and seeing the madhouse surrounding the concert, he was greatly regretting his decision.  He still had to get through the actual concert, and then drive them all back to their small hometown after the show.  He also caught a glimpse of the price of a hotdog at a concession stand on the other side of the door.  Why hadn’t he just gotten them all McDonald’s?

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” the tiny brunette to his left said.  Those had been about the only words Alex had managed to get out of her mouth since they had parked.

“Do you think we might see them getting here?  Like getting out of their limo?” Krissy asked, clearly not understanding that they were far away from where the talent entered the building.

“I would be happy if we only saw FJ,” Kate sighed dreamily.

“FJ?” Castiel asked, wondering if that was some new slang term the kids were using.

“FJ Neimerbacher?” Kate said, her tone clearly indicating that she couldn’t fathom Claire’s dad not knowing what she was talking about.  “He’s the best member of May Day.”

“No, Kaiden, is the best,” Alex countered.

“You’re crazy,” Krissy said, rolling her eyes.  “It’s Jamie.  Maybe Delmont.”

“Ugh, Delmont’s so ugly.”

“But he’s the best singer.”

“So?”

“So?  Um, they’re a singing group?”

“Whatever,” Alex said, making an “L” with her fingers and putting it on top of her forehead.

“Hey, hey,” Castiel admonished, and gave her a little frown.

Alex dropped her head in contrition.  “Sorry,” she mumbled.

That was good enough for Castiel; Alex wasn’t his child.  He gave Claire’s hand a little shake and she looked up at him.

“Who’s your favorite, angel?”

Claire blushed and looked away.  “Daaaad.”

“Come on, tell me,” he shook her hand again.  “I need to know which one to look out for.”

She remained stubborn, but Kate spoke up.

“Sammy’s her favorite,” she said with a smirk.

“Yep.  She keeps hoping he’ll go solo,” Alex chimed in.

“His hair’s too long,” Krissy threw in her two cents.

“It’s not too long!” Claire defended her favorite.  “It’s just right.  And it’s shorter than Delmont’s.”

“But Delmont is ugly,” Alex reiterated.

“But he can sing!” Krissy groaned in aggravation.

Castiel put a hand to his head as the girls squabbled over the rank and quality of the May Day members’ characteristics.  This might be the longest night of his life.  And he’d once spent a night stuck up in a tree outside the dean’s office of his all boy boarding school.  Naked.  Covered in strawberry jam.

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