yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi •
smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers •
words: 14,930 →summary: An unfortunate
event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However,
maybe through a series of fortunate
events, you find yourself falling for him… •
note. this is a
remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found
here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly
From Instagram: People often ask me if I keep the letters and notes people give me at signings. I do! – I was just unpacking and found boxes full of notes like this. I wanted to tell you guys I love you and thank you so much for sharing such important pieces of yourself with me.
Requested by @derangedangel : Imagine request :) Reader
is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is
always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because
of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like
a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back &
Derek likes her back. Thanks :D
Y/N couldn’t keep
her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her
phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new
apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already
in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the
phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever
calls a girl after midnight except for one-"
Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat
going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing
another heartbeat. “I need you."
His voice was
filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed.
"Derek, where are you?”
know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in
pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.
need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out
of bed to get dressed.
see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting
weaker by the second.
She swallowed hard
as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely
terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I
need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you
“My phone… is
going to die…”
She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind.
“After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for
about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’
office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer,
kay…” he mumbled weakly.
Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the
promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was
told to do.
Y/N grabbed her
keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’
number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time
she went to Stiles for help with Derek.
Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “
FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T
“ you’re so cute wtf
Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop
Another mundane day has come to pass,
your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays
on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite
burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could
barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into
your couch for two days.
Anthropology was fun when you still had
your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in
something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the
years would just pass by.
Distracted by your internal monologue,
you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and
you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a
seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.
Mindlessly watching the street signs
while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop
near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack
and you heard a broken sob.
“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen,
followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father
held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater.
She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.
I finish unpacking the last box before I’m officially moved in to my new home in Riverdale. I glance around my room, grab the last empty boxes and bounce down the stairs greeting my parents as they unpack kitchen boxes.
“This is the last of them,” I breath out placing the empty boxes on the kitchen bench. My stomach grumbles, I haven’t eaten much since the flight if you count an apple and a few crackers as food.
“Honey why don’t you go get some dinner from the diner we drove past? I heard they do excellent burgers!”
I shrug my shoulders.
“Sure, I’ll just get my coat.”
I return to my room and pull on my jacket before grabbing some cash and head toward the diner we saw earlier. A bright red neon sign comes into vision as I edge closer “Pop's”. I wearily enter and see how packed the place is. I patiently wait in line till it’s my time to order. After ordering and giving the nice older man the money, he glances back to the kitchen hand scrambling to get orders out.
“Sorry miss it may be a longer wait,“ I shake my head.
“Oh, no, that’s fine, I’ll just sit and wait,” he smiles greatfully as I scan the diner spotting a nearly empty booth with two girls sitting opposite each other with two milkshakes. I take a deep breath and walk towards the table. Laughter is filling the air. I stop at the head of the table. Their conversation goes quiet.
“Oh, hey, can we help you?” The blonde spoke first smiling up at me.
“Hello, my names (Y/N), I was just wondering if I could sit? I just ordered and they said it’d be awhile and, well, you look the most friendly,“ I go red glancing down at my hands.
“Of course you can, I’m Betty and this is Veronica,” She greets me glancing at the raven haired girl.
“You must be new around here” she speaks and I sit down.
“Guilty, am I that obvious?” I smile and she shakes her head.
“Your accent is more of a giveaway,” I nod and mentally face palm.
“Oh, of course, I didn’t think about that. My family and I just moved here from London.” They nod.
“Wow, that’s so cool-” Veronica was cut short as the bell rang indicating there was more customers. The both glance back to see whoever was entering. I glance at my phone messaging my father to tell him I’d be longer than anticipated.
“Woah, who’s the new girl?” I look up and see two boys standing at the top of our booth, a brown headed boy & the other with red hair, both being extremely easy on the eyes.
“(Y/N),” I barely whisper clearing my throats before trying again. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” They both smile slipping into the booth.
“Archie Andrews,” the red head speaks first, sliding in next to me flashing his bright white smile.
I glance to the other boy as he climbs in next to Veronica. He laughs to himself.
“Uh, yeah, I’m Jughead Jones The Third.“ I giggle.
“Jughead Jones?” I question. His gaze snaps to mine, a smile etching onto his face.
“Just when I thought my name would never sound nice, you lil brit make me change my mind.“ I blush and glance at him through my lashes
“Take that as a compliment?” I say unsure.
“With an accent like that I could listen to you talk all day,” we stare for awhile until we’re interrupted by our friends’ laughter.
“Woah, Juggie’s got a crush on the new girl,“ Veronica squeaks squeezing his hand and bumping up against him. He rolls his eyes and adjusts his beanie picking at the plate of fries in front of him trying to avoid the gaze of his giddy friends.
“I-” I was cut short when the man from the counter wonders over with my take away bag.
“Sorry for the wait- I see you’ve encounted the scary locals.” I laugh, nodding.
“Thank you,” I smile at him, taking the bag and standing from the booth. “I hope to see you again, enjoy,” and with that he turns and walks towards the counter again.
“Well, I better get going, my parents are waiting for me to get back with tea,” I smile sheepishly as Jughead glances at me soaking up every word. They all seem disappointed, but I remind them that I’ll see them the next day at my first day of school.
“Goodbye,” I smile waving as I turn around to head to the door.
“Goodbye love,” I hear jughead yell trying his best at an English accent. I giggle and blow him a kiss before pushing on the door open and walking towards home.
You’ll be glad to know that Even and Isak’s move went pretty damn smoothly,
apart from the one incident when Isak cut his hand open with a box cutter.
Even was organising the last of his stuff from his old bedroom in their new room and he’d left Isak unpacking
the box of crockery (a moving in gift from his parents) in the kitchen. He was
just trying to figure out where to prop his guitar up when he heard Isak yell fuck from across the flat.
He knew Isak’s voice well enough to know that that was his god dammit that fucking hurt voice, and he
was on his feet and moving through the flat before he’d actively thought about
Sure enough, when he got into the kitchen he found Isak gripping his wildly
bleeding hand to his chest, the blood smeared box cutter discarded on the floor
about a foot away from him. It took a little bit of coaxing, but eventually
Isak calmed down enough to let Even hold onto his wrist and lift his hurt hand
above his head to stop the bleeding.
Even circled his free arm around his trembling boyfriend and Isak
immediately buried his face in Even’s chest. They stood there in silence for a
few seconds: Isak shakily breathing in Even’s smell and Even watching the blood
trickle down Isak’s pale arm.
“How did you even manage that, Is?” Even peered closer at Isak’s hand,
inspecting the cut that ran down the middle of his palm as Isak buried himself
closer into Even’s chest.
“I-” Isak began before quickly changing his mind, pressing his face into
Even’s shoulder. Even could feel him
blushing. A few seconds ticked by before Isak peeped up at Even from under his
lashes and Even just raised an eyebrow at his bashful boyfriend, waiting for
the rest of the story.
“Fine!” Isak sighed dramatically,
as if Even was physically forcing the words out of him rather than just raising
his eyebrow. “I got distracted.” Isak fiddled with Even’s shirt with his free
hand, one of his more obvious tells.
“By what? You don’t even have any
music on!” Even said incredulously. For someone pale with blood loss, Isak miraculously
managed to blush harder.
“I was just- thinking.” Isak replied haltingly, like he couldn’t decide if
he was going to talk or not. Isak had got a lot better at sharing what he was
feeling, but he still had moments where words got so thick in his throat that
he struggled to get them out.
Even knew to just wait him out during those talks.
“About how we’re probably going to have people over for dinner, and argue
about who does the dishes when we’re both tired, and maybe one day you’ll make
us terrible cheese toasties again, or we’ll get better at cooking together.
Just…a lot of possibilities in there.” Isak nodded down and the box he had been
And that was how Even found himself grinning from ear to ear while holding a
pale and bloody Isak.
“You got distracted while using a sharp knife because you were thinking
about our future? Isak Valtersen, are you getting sappy in your old age?” Even teased, gently taking the fingers of
Isak’s sore hand now the blood had finally stopped and guiding Isak over to the
“I am not sappy!” Isak protested,
letting Even rinse his cut under the tap.
“No, of course you’re not, baby, you just couldn’t help but think of all the
dinner parties we’re gonna throw and the food we’ll cook together while
unpacking our plates.” Even grinned, gently washing the blood from Isak’s arm.
“You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?” Isak groaned, his eyes
practically rolling out of his skull.
“Never.” Even agreed, planting a gentle kiss to the cut on Isak’s palm. “Just like I’m never going to let you near
anything sharp ever again. You’re on sauce stirring duty for the rest of your
“I can live with that.” Isak looked up, giving Even that vulnerably honest
look that made his heart clench. “As
long as I’m always in the kitchen with you.”
Even smiled at that, circling his arms around Isak’s waist and bringing him
closer. He brushed his nose gently over Isak’s, watching his eyes flutter
“As if I’d trust you in the kitchen alone.” Even whispered against Isak’s
lips, brushing the lightest of kisses there.
The truth was, Even would go anywhere if it meant being with Isak.
Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2) Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty Word Count: 3,712
the prompt: When you have time, could I request a ghost!AU with Taehyung of BTS? Where you move into a new apartment but don’t know that it’s haunted. And ghost!Tae is so ready to scare you off by pulling some horrific haunting stunt, but wait, you’re actually really cute?? And nice?? Pretty soon, you discover his existence (which explains all the weird things that have happened), so he takes to teasing you from the shadows and making your life difficult and just generally being a loveable nuisance~ Humorous everyday scenarios between you two ensue… Possibly ending with a love confession from Tae?
category: fluff + comedy
author note: i researched poltergeists for this and it was really scary •_• also, i want ghost!taehyung to be my best friend. enjoy!
Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 13,742 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!
There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.
“Calum!” you call after walking into the kitchen, spraying cleaner on the counter and drying it down with a rag. “It’s your turn to take the garbage out.”
“One second,” he says back, followed shortly with an unrelated, “Oh, shit.”
A moment later you glance up to see him emerge from his bedroom, shirtless, and holding in his hand a toothbrush with bristles coated in white paste.
Your arm continues to circle the counter with the rag, using slightly less elbow grease now that you’ve been distracted. “What?”
“Water’s out in my room,” he answers casually, as if it’s a reoccurring inconvenience that he’s come to expect over time. He reaches across the counter to dampen his toothbrush with the kitchen’s faucet, then proceeds to scrub his morning breath away.
“How does it just go out in one room?” you question, turning to use the same cleaner on the front of the refrigerator.
“Dunno,” Calum mutters with a mouth full of foam. Your ears catch the sound of him spitting into the sink.
“I just cleaned that.”
“And you did a great job.”
You cast an annoyed glare over your shoulder.
“Anyway, cool if I use your shower?” Calum asks, smiling at the silent threat.
The ownership you have over anything in the apartment still sounds odd to you when put into words, almost always forcing you to pause with the need to correct Calum before remembering he’s making sense. You guess you haven’t quite settled in to your newest living arangment yet, still in the habit of referring to it as Calum and Ashton’s place. You only unpacked your last box a few weeks ago, a short while after Ashton left for Las Vegas to pursue the boxing training Dennis Serrant had to offer.
Request: I love your writing! You’re so talented. Also can I request a Spider-Man where when they where young and peter had a crush on the reader, but they moved away, now they are back and like cute fluffy stuff? Please and thank you // by @littlesistersalvatore
A/N: I’m going to do a part 2(might even turn this into a series, I don’t really know, but I think this can be a nice start to something), so that’s why the ending is so open. Hope you enjoy nonetheless! I’m imagining Peter being 20-21, more or less, by the way!!
When Peter had been told by his aunt to introduce himself to the new neighbours, he had expected them to be an elderly couple. They had just moved into the house in front of his and his aunt had baked cookies for them, although she couldn’t introduce herself to them because she had to work and as she always said, ‘’cookies are supposed to be eaten when they have just been baked.’’ He didn’t know why he had expected them to be old -probably because everyone in his building was older than forty and the only person who was younger than that was a seven year old who hated him. Now Peter was standing in front of the door, a plate full of cookies in one of his hands and ready to knock with the other. He knocked softly, not really eager to meet the people whom he would have to see everyday from thereon. Peter imagined the many scenarios that could happen -they could be rude and tell him to leave, they could be mad that Peter was bothering them, or they could simply not open the door to a stranger. Just as Peter was about to leave, he heard footsteps walking around the apartment and tripping over things. ‘’I’m coming!’’ a voice yelled. Peter was surprised -the person sounded like a girl, probably his age. He started growing more nervous by that fact -if he was already a mess with old people, he was even more of a mess with girls his age. He didn’t know what to do -should he quickly turn around and leave the cookies at the doorstep, or should he man up and introduce himself properly? He didn’t have time to decide(although he would most likely have chosen the first option, and he knew that). The door finally opened and it revealed a young girl, her hair up in a pony tail and an old oversized t-shirt covering most of her body. ‘’Peter?’’ the girl asked, her eyes wide open. ‘’Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you!’’ Peter didn’t understand at first -why did that girl know him and why did she look so familiar. It was then when he realized -she was the girl he had been madly in love with for most of his life and who had moved away the day after he had finally built up the courage to kiss her. ‘’[Y/N]?’’ he softly asked. The girl nodded and smiled, taking the cookies and putting them on an unpacked box, taking Peter’s hand as well and pulling him into the apartment. ‘’It’s been so long!’’ she exclaimed. ‘’Four years, right? Oh my God, this is so exciting. What are you doing with your life?’’ Peter didn’t know what to do. All the feelings he had took so long to bury four years ago had awoken and his heart was jumping in his chest. ‘’Uh, nothing exciting, I guess’’ he said. ‘’I can’t believe it’s you’’ she continued. ‘’I’ve missed you so much.’’ He laughed softly and looked at her, trying to decide his next move. She realized and walked to the kitchen, looking back at Peter for a moment. ‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ she asked him. ‘’I think we have lots to talk about.’’
The first time you met Daveed, you walked right into his chest.
You were running late to work, rushing through busy streets and trying to send your boss an email when suddenly you walked straight into a solid chest.
You almost fell on your ass, but a hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your arm.
“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, looking up into the face of possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. “I-I’m running late and, and I was trying to send an email and I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you explain, trying your best to stop rambling.
“No it’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention either,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips.
You took a breath, admiring the way his smile seemed to light up his face.
“Thank you, for catching me.”
“It’s no problem,” He chuckled, a warm sound that caused a smile to grow on your own face. Until you realized that this pause made you even later to work.
“Oh my god! I have to go I’m gonna be late!” You exclaimed.
So I just gathered some prompts and AUs that I really like. Take your pick!
Imagine your OTP exchanging gifts for the first time during the holidays, maybe both a little nervous that the other won’t like their gift. It turns out that neither has any reason to be anxious; both love the other’s gift and kisses are exchanged along with each present.
Imagine person A of your OTP relentlessly flirting with B in public, just to see B blush.
Imagine your OTP studying together, and for every question answered right, somebody has to take off a piece of clothing.
Imagine Person A keeps having nightmares about Person B. They don’t know what disturbs them more— how scary the dreams are, or how arousing they are.
Person A has given up on love. Nope. Love is not for them. Forget that…. And then they meet person B and think; “Annnd this is the asshole who will ruin everything.”
Imagine your OTP is wrestling over the remote.
Imagine Person A of your OTP seeing Person B with bed hair for the first time, and being totally blown away by how cute/hot/etc. they look with their hair being a huge mess. Bonus: if Person A gets flustered when Person B pokes fun at them for liking it.
Imagine your OTP intertwining their fingers together while they’re in bed.
Imagine your OTP have a morning class together and person A always walks in late and has obviously just woken up and person B thinks that the grumpy person who sits in front of him is the cutest thing ever.
Person A leaving thigh hickeys on person B.
Imagine your OTP stuck in an elevator after they’ve had a fight.
Imagine your OTP getting in a fight and one of them yelling that they love the other one and then it gets really quiet.
Imagine person A of your OTP scaring person B (during Halloween) on accident so badly that they cry.
Imagine your OTP cuddling under a blanket on a cold winter night. Person A gently wrapping their arms around Person B and lightly kissing down their neck making Person B shiver from something other than the cold outside.
Imagine your OTP running into each other under the mistletoe. Person A blushes and goes to suggest that they don’t have to kiss but Person B cuts them off with a kiss.
Imagine person A of your OTP wearing person B’s clothes.
Imagine person A walking out of the bathroom after a shower, half-naked and wreathed in steam, and B immediately dropping whatever they were holding. Bonus if it’s an animal which gives them the stink eye before slinking away.
Imagine your OTP as teachers at the same school who are always flirting and have their students shipping them without realizing it.
Imagine person A of your OTP coming home from the gym all sweaty. Person B sees this and gets instantly turned on.
Imagine your OTP moving in together. They’re unpacking each other’s boxes when they find, ah, interesting things they didn’t know the other person owned.
Imagine your OTP finding fanfic of each other, either separately or together. Alternately, imagine Person A writing fanfic of them and Person B finding it/finding out about it, or they both write it and find each other’s.
Imagine your OTP waking up at the same time for a midnight snack and Person B scares Person A on accident.
Imagine your OTP living together. The air conditioner breaks during the hottest week of summer and your OTP has to figure out how to stay cool. Alternately, the heating breaks during the coldest week of winter and your OTP has to figure out how to stay warm.
Imagine your OTP not having enough blankets for both of them and sharing. It takes some doing, but they settle comfortably into each other’s arms and fall asleep listening to each other’s heartbeat, smelling their hair, feeling the rise and fall of their breath. The next morning, they’re still in the same position.
Imagine your OTP living in a dorm. Person A thinks that person B is kinda cute, but otherwise doesn’t feel much for them. Person A goes to borrow a textbook from person B and walks in on person B in their pajamas with their hair all messed up and person A thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.
Imagine person B of your otp uses person A as a pillow.
Imagine person A of your otp goes to a bookstore and spends hours just looking at books and person B sees them and falls in love with how passionate they are and how geeky they are.
Imagine person A of your otp is reading a book late at night and person B can’t sleep so they ask person A to read to them so person A starts reading out loud and a few minutes later person B is completely knocked out and person A gives them a kiss on their forehead.
Imagine Persons A and B of your OTP both go to a private school. Person A is really studious and innocent, like never been kissed type thing. In contrast, Person B got kicked out of their old school for sleeping with a teacher. One day Person B sees Person A in the hall and decides that ‘corrupting’ Person A will be their personal mission this school year. Up to you whether or not they succeed.
Imagine person A of your otp is waiting at a restaurant for their date and is obviously being stood up and person B notices this, just before person A gets sick of waiting and gets up to leave person B sits with them, and even though they aren’t who person A was waiting for they end up having a lot of fun and hooking up.
“Bonding solely via eye contact over that annoying person on our plane that we’re both slowly becoming more and more exasperated about” au.
“Constantly fighting for the best seat in the library/coffee shop/whatever” au.
“We are both stuck in the dorm common room because their respective roommates needed ‘alone time’” au.
“I was walking by the roller coasters and someone’s shoe flew off and hitme in the head” au.
“You just caught me reading hardcore smut fan fiction during class and you’re wondering how I can read this with a blank face” au.
“I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you’re really attractive.” au.
“Now or Never kiss” au.
Being on the brink of admitting their feelings for each other but then getting interrupted.
Both of them being the best friends that everyone just assumes is a couple and no one is even surprised when they announce they’re official because 'wtf do you mean you weren’t before?’
“I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting" au.
Hello everyone! It’s been a while! But here’s a new rec list ;) Although, for the Sterek fans following me, this is strictly other fandoms, sorry. Been away from Sterek in a while and that’s the result! Here’s a listing of what you’ll find!
“At Bond’s age anything like love was trapped and walled away, a scorpion under a glass; what he felt now was like the fire at Skyfall, filtered through icewater light. And yet it was there, it was possible: one more reckless leap, one more deadshot fall, one more defiance of loss. It was there, waiting in the way Q’s eyes lingered on him, the intelligent desire in their depths, patient, saying, ‘we have almost all the time in the world’."
Despite Bond making a kind of running joke out of Q’s “exploding pen” remark by requesting one at every opportunity… it was Q who mentioned it first. The reason behind it is quite simple. They both like to blow shit up. And then they realise that that’s not the only thing they have in common.
All his life, Q has seen ghosts. For years, he’s searched for scientific proof to back up what he knows to be true. Finally, he starts a YouTube channel to chronicle his adventures of exploring haunted sites.
His latest location: Skyfall Lodge.
Holsom, #7? I never really got the ship before but it's growin on me.
I’m not the Holsom Authority but do i love Big Soft Men? Yes.
Ransom always knew they would end up here, one way or another. Some days, he’d let himself wonder when it would be, what would be the catalyst that sparked the shit from just friends to not-just-friends. Most of the time he buried himself in his homework until the thought passed.
Playoffs came and went, then graduation, and the urgency Ransom anticipated - counted on fell away with the knowledge that they’d be living together in Boston that fall. Even in Niagara Falls, as they sit side by side on the bed, sharing memories and sips of whiskey, Ransom knows this isn’t the time.
It comes a few months after they a unpack their last box in the new apartment. Ransom is in the kitchen, trying to light the gas stove, and Holster has fifteen minutes to get back from school and pass off the car before Ransom’s shift. Just as he gives up on the idea of making a box of mac n cheese, Holster storms into the house, making the shitty wood flooring creak and groan under him.
“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out, “and I’ve got pizza.”
“Oh, shit,” Ransom marvels as Holster sets three extra-large pizza boxes onto the kitchen counter.
“Stole it off the table for frosh registration,” Holster explains. “Take this box with you to eat on the drive to work; it has pineapple on it.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one providing food for this family?” Ransom asks, grabbing the greasy box. “I’m the one working.”
“You’re totally my househusband,” Holster grins. “Now gimme some sugar and get out of here.”
Ransom starts with a quick punch to Holster’s shoulder (“deserved that,” he admits with gritted teeth), but he leans up to press a kiss to his cheek just as Holster turns his head.
It’s not their first kiss, it’s not even their best kiss. They’ve made out, guided largely by several shots and girls who laughed and said “we will if you do.” This is - should be - nothing. Ransom’s lips are on the corner of Holster’s mouth, nearer to his chin. He could pull back, laugh it off, and leave.
But Ransom’s played this moment over and over in his head.
He corrects his angle and pushes in again, his lips flush with Holster’s, so there’s no mistaking what this is. Not a joke anymore.
Holster responds so quickly Ransom wonders if he’s been waiting for this, too. His hands wrap around Ransom’s waist, pulling him in, and Ransom’s - god, he’s still holding this pizza box. He sets it blindly on the counter, knocking over some glasses along the way.
There are questions that need to be asked: what are we doing? Are we going to keep doing it? Does this change anything? Am I going to get fired for skipping my shift today? None of them are going to be answered soon, not judging by the way Holster’s clutching him. They can talk it out later, now they’re making up for lost time.
A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged.
out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t
quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the
last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been
nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get
your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating
whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every
don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and
glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before
your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in
the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again,
although you didn’t exactly tell her that.
too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee
before looking you over one more time.
really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”
kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess
I need to go beg Don for my job back.”