happy 500 followers! for a possible prompt: sara/shane/ryan + clothes sharing? like maybe sara just likes stealing their clothes (or however you wanna approach it!)
<3 thank you for enabling me to write more of the OT3! Read it here or on AO3:
It starts on a Saturday night. Ryan arrives at Shane and Sara’s place with a six-pack of beer and a VHS he’s found of a truly terrible, but very rare, Val Lewton film. Shane meets him at the door, kisses him and takes the six-pack into the kitchen, and Ryan’s halfway into the living room before he notices that Sara is wearing his sweater.
It’s so casual he wonders if maybe she hadn’t even realised it was his: she’s just curled up against the arm-rest, checking her phone, looking impossibly small in the grey crewneck he must have left here when they left for work together on Thursday morning.
“Hi,” he croaks, and she looks up to greet him with the impish smile on her face that she usually reserves for teasing Shane. She knows, Ryan thinks. Faintly, he’s aware that that probably means he’s doomed.
“Hey, Ry!” She reaches out to take his hand, her fingers only just peeking out from the sleeve, and tugs him closer. He flops onto the couch beside her, apparently unable to handle higher functions like balance right now. “How was your day?”
Ryan makes a noise that’s supposed to be non-committal but comes out closer to wanting, leans in and slips his arms around her waist. Under the sweater, her bare skin is spark-hot. The wanting noise turns into a groan, and he buries his face in her neck.
Sara laughs, drops a kiss to his temple. “That good, huh?”
Ryan nips at her throat and pulls away. “Shane! Your girlfriend is trying to kill me!”
Shane appears in the doorway, three beers in his hands. “She does that sometimes,” he shrugs. “What is it this time?”
Ryan makes a wordless, helpless gesture. Sara looks up at Shane from Ryan’s arms: the sweater pools in her lap, almost to her mid-thighs. She’s wearing a black skirt and thigh-high socks. It’s probably the cutest thing Ryan’s seen this year.
“Oh. Yeah, that,” he says, crossing to sit on Ryan’s other side and handing him a beer to pass to Sara, then another for himself. “That’s a thing.”
His face has gone studiedly blank. It reminds Ryan of when they were trying their hardest to be best platonic buds and Ryan used to try to get a rise out of him by showing off his P90X gains. Shane likes to think he’s smooth, but he’s terrible at hiding it when he’s flustered.
Ryan hands Sara her beer with a raised eyebrow. She raises one back. Smirks. Ryan thinks, oh.
On Monday, Shane is still half-asleep when he gets into the office, trailing after Sara with his eyes on his travel mug. Ryan’s already at his desk. He leans back in his chair, waits for Shane to drop into the seat next to him and look up.
When he does, Ryan gets to watch the same dumbstruck look cross his boyfriend’s face that he’d worn on Saturday night. It’s incredibly satisfying.
So is the heat that curls in his abdomen when, just before lunch, Shane crowds him into a bathroom stall and kisses his lips red and swollen.
“You two are gonna be the death of me,” Shane murmurs, his hands balled up in Ryan’s - his - shirt. “And you know I’m going to have to retaliate.”
hi! for your Holiday Mini-Fic Extravaganza: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid + snowball fight?
Winter Dodge Ball
Derek Morgan/Spencer ReidRating: T, Word Count: 919Fluff, Established Relationship, Snowball Fight, Winter, POV Derek♥Read on AO3
It’s beena long week. They had to go to Louisiana for a case that took forever to crack.At the arrest, Derek got into a scuffle with the suspect and lost his earpiece.For two minutes, nobody knew what happened to him. He was fine, was putting thecuffs on the guy just as Spencer and JJ got up to the attic, but Spencer willalways think of those two minutes as some of the worst of his life. To top itall off, their pilot announced that it was snowing back home. Spencer grew upin Nevada. He’s not fond of cold weather,and even after years of living in DC and traveling all around the United Statesto capture criminals, he’s stillnot used to snow.
He’sstanding at the top of steps out of the airplane. The difference in temperaturewith Louisiana is stark, and he shivers as he inspects the asphalt below him.They keep it clear of any snow or ice, but it’s darkand hard to see, and he still doesn’t trustit. Black ice is dangerous for a reason.
‘Comeon, baby boy. I’ve got you,’ Derek says, standing by the bottomstep and holding out his arm.
Spencer raises his eyebrows. He loves and trusts hisboyfriend, but the guy has a mischievous streak the size of the Pacific Ocean.
‘I’m not going to drop you,’ Derek says, reading Spencer’s mind. ‘There’s nosnow to cushion your fall. I would never let you get hurt.’
‘Okay,’ Spencer nods. He carefully walksdown the steps, and grabs Derek’s armas soon as his feet tough the ground. His shoes find plenty of grip, and he probablydoesn’t need the arm, but the windis cold and he cuddles a little closer. ‘Thankyou.’
‘It’s my pleasure.’
When the entire team is on the ground, Emily gets theirattention with a wave of her hand. ‘It’s been a long week, so debrief istomorrow morning.’ she says, rubbing at theblack circles under her eyes. ‘Getsome sleep, enjoy the snow.’
With exhausted cheers, everyone heads for their cars.
The ride home is quiet and smooth. Derek turns the radio downlow and hums along to whatever is playing, lulling Spencer into a doze. Itfeels like no time has passed when Derek shakes him softly and says, ‘We’rehere.’
‘Youwanna come up?’ Spencer asks, then quicklyhides a yawn in his scarf.
‘Ofcourse I do.’
Halfway to the building, something hits Spencer in theback. He jumps in surprise and whirls around. Derek is standing by the hood ofhis car, snowball in his hand and two holes in the snow by his feet.
‘We’re grown men,’ Spencer admonishes him. ‘We’re not gonna ha–‘
Another snowball hits him in the shoulder.
‘Thatwas on the ground!’ Spencer protests.
Derek shrugs, and takes a step to the side so he canscrape the snow off the roof of the car in front of his.
In the time it takes Derek to make a new snowball, Spencerponders what to do. He could go inside and end the snowball fight before it’s well and truly begun, or… Or he could put his bag in the carand give his boyfriend a taste of the snow of his own. Dodging anothersnowball, Spencer walks back to the car as fast as he dares, throws his baginside, and shuffles to the car behind Derek’s. Whenhe pops up to lob a snowball at Derek, he delights in the surprised look onDerek’s face.
‘Your aim’s a little off!’ Derek shouts as Spencer ducks backbehind the car. Spencer’ssnowball barely grazed Derek’sshoulder.
‘If youstand still, I can practice!’Spencer tries.
Derek’s warm,answering chuckle is a lot closer than it should be, and Spencer gets hit righton the shoulder from only a few feet away.
‘I’m winning,’ Derek grins.
‘We’ll see about that,’ Spencer says, narrowing his eyes.
It doesn’t takelong for them to have cleared several cars, and for Spencer to be out of breath.The previously pristine sidewalk is a mess of scrambled snow from their footprintsand broken-up snowballs. With no new snow falling, it’s getting slippery too, and Spencer is about to suggestthey go inside, when his feet slide out from under him.
‘Spencer!’
Two strong hands grip his arms, but it’s no use. His boots can’t find purchase on the icy ground,and he starts falling backwards. He’s alittle disoriented when he finds the ground not as hard or as cold as he expected.A groan by his ears informs him that it’sbecause he didn’t fall in the snow; he landedon Derek.
‘Toldyou I wouldn’t let you get hurt,’ Derek says, sounding a little smug.
Spencer struggles up and kneels down.
‘Are youokay? Did you hit your head?’ heasks. His hands hover over Derek. If he’sreally hurt he shouldn’t touchhim. He should call and ambu–
‘I’m fine.’ Derekholds out his hand, and Spencer helps him up. Together they brush the snow offDerek’s back and butt. ‘Nothing a cup of cocoa and dryclothes won’t fix. And maybe a kiss.’
Spencer huffs in relief. ‘Then weshould probably go inside,’ hesays. He plants a quick kiss to Derek’s lips.‘Better?’
‘That’s not what I fell on, honey,’ Derek smirks.
Spencer blushes and smiles. Yeah, Derek’s fine. ‘Then we should definitelygo inside.’
SHADOWHUNTERS RAREPAIR SECRET SANTA GIFT for @banshee-cheekbones
Title: Home for Hanukah
Pairing: Simon/Raphael
Rating: PG
“Simon! Simon don’t you-ah!!”
Raphael shrieked and threw his hands over his face as his boyfriend threw a snowball at him. He started shouting in Spanish and reached down, grabbing some snow and smacking a laughing Simon in the face. “Take that, Lewis!”
Simon looked at Raphael in shock before he knelt down to make another snowball. “Is that a challenge?”
Raphael smiled and stuck his hand in the snow. “Yes, yes it is.”
Simon yelped as another snowball hit him and he dove behind a tree to avoid another one. They continued their snowball fight, their laughters echoing, until Simon’s grandmother called them back inside.
“Boys! The sun will be going down soon, come inside and warm yourselves up before we light the menorah.”
Raphael who had tackled Simon into the snow, stood up and offered his hand out. “Shall we?”
Simon took Raphael’s hand and smirked, before tugging the man on top of him, earning a chuckle from his grandmother as he shoved a bunch of snow down the back of Raphael’s jacket before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Okay. Let’s go back inside. I’ve officially won.”
“For now,” Raphael growled, standing up once more. He ran towards the house before Simon could attack him with more snow.
Elaine made the two of them change before thrusting a cup of hot chocolate in both of their hands. “Go sit on the couch and warm yourselves up before you end up sick,” she said before going back into the kitchen to finish up dinner with Rebecca.
They snuggled up together on the couch and Simon grabbed the quilt on the back, tossing it over their laps. He leaned against Raphael, giving a content sigh. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For coming here tonight,” Simon replied. “I know Hanukkah isn’t your thing, but-”
“It means something to you, Simon,” Raphael said. “And that’s enough of a reason for me.” He smiled at Simon before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m more than happy to spend time with you during this time.”
Simon returned the smile and rested his head on Raphael’s shoulder. “I still want to say thank you.”
Helen sat down in the armchair next to the couch and watched the couple fondly. Simon caught sight of her watching and blushed as he pulled away from Raphael. The old woman smiled at him. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said. “You two are very cute together.”
“I’m just glad you’re accepting of this.”
“After everything I’ve seen in my life, you being happy is more important than the gender or religion of the person you’re with.”
Simon smiled. “Thank you, Bubbe.”
Once the menorah was lit and they ate dinner, everyone came back to the front room to eat dessert. Helen and Rebecca had made doughnuts earlier that day filled with different kinds of jam, which everyone happily ate.
“Shall we open presents?” Helen asked. “Simon, will you grab the gift bags off the dresser in my room?”
Simon nodded and walked into the front room a minute later with his arms full. He carefully set them down on the coffee table. “Would you like me to hand them out?”
Helen nodded. “Please, there are names on all of them.”
Simon picked one up and looked at the name before smiling softly and turning towards his boyfriend. “This one is for you.”
Raphael looked at it in surprise. “Me?”
“Yes you,” Helen said. “You are dating my grandson and in my eyes that makes you a member of this family.”
Raphael hesitated for a moment before accepting the gift bag. “I didn’t bring anything for anyone, I-“
“It’s quite alright, Raphael,” Helen said, a soft smile on her face. “You didn’t have to, but I wanted to get you something so I did.”
“I-I-thank you,” Raphael said before pulling out the tissue paper and taking out a book that contained several short stories involving vampires and other creatures. “Oh wow. Thank you.”
“Simon told me about your fascination with vampires, so when I saw that I thought of you.”
Raphael smiled and looked up at Helen. “Thank you. I really appreciate this, and for letting me spend Hanukkah with you.”
Helen returned the smile. “You’re welcome, Raphael, and you always have a spot at the table for future holidays.”
“Well, I plan on being with Simon for a very long time, so I think I will gladly be around for more holidays.”
The family continued to open gifts, Elaine having given Simon and Raphael a combined gift of matching Star Wars mugs and hot chocolate mix to go with it.
Afterwards, Simon stood up and grabbed his and Raphael’s gifts. “I’ll go put these in our room. Be right back,” he said before pressing a kiss to Raphael’s cheek and heading down the hall. Raphael watched him for a moment with a smile on his face before turning back around to see Helen looking at him.
The woman stood up and grabbed the wrapping paper scattered about. “Raphael? Would you help me?”
Raphael nodded and stood up, grabbing the rest of the wrapping paper before following Helen into the kitchen.
“You really love my grandson, don’t you?”
Raphael nodded. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I rarely feel attraction to anyone, but Simon…” He paused for a moment and smiled. “He means alot to me.”
“I have known people like that, everyone else thought them to be broken but I thought they were just fine,” she said, laying her hands on his shoulders. “I’m glad you and Simon met. I can tell you love each other very much.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Can I ask you something?” Helen nodded and Raphael opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head and looking down at the ground. “I don’t know how to say it actually.”
“Just say it, Raphael.”
Raphael looked back up at her. “Simon asked me to marry him.”
“Oh!”
“But I didn’t say yes.”
Helen looked at him in surprise. “Why not?”
“I don’t know. I know I want to spend as long as I can with Simon, but even as a child I never saw myself getting married.” Sighing, he turned away from Helen and leaned against the island, watching as the snow fell outside. “He doesn’t show it, but I know that not giving him an answer upset him, and I hate doing that. We had enough of a rocky start. We didn’t get along at all when we first met, but now I can’t picture myself without him.”
Helen stood beside him and placed a comforting hand on his back. “And I’m sure he feels the same way.”
“Then I should say yes?”
“I think you should do whatever your heart tells you to do, Raphael,” Helen replied. “You’re a good man, and regardless of if you get married or not, I think Simon will love you and be happy with you.” She smiled softly at him before giving him a hug. “And whatever you decide, this family will still love you.”
Raphael returned the embrace. “Thank you.”
She pulled back after a moment and smiled again. “Will you grab some wine glasses and bring them out into the front room? I need to find that bottle of wine I bought.”
As it grew closer to midnight, everyone decided to retire for the night. Raphael dragged an intoxicated Simon to their shared room, Simon stumbling and giggling the whole way.
Once they reached the bedroom, Simon jumped on the bed and immediately rolled himself up like a burrito with the covers. Raphael chuckled and closed the door. “You don’t want pajamas?”
Simon shook his head before hiding it under the covers, his reply slightly muffled. “No, I want snuggles with my boyfriend.”
“Well this boyfriend isn’t going to snuggle you unless you change,” Raphael said, unbuttoning his shirt. “And your sister was kind enough to get us matching pajamas.” Simon unrolled himself from the covers as Raphael picked up the Stormtrooper pajamas. “These look pretty comfy, don’t they?”
Simon nodded. “They do.”
He got off the bed and grabbed the other set of pajamas, his being Chewbacca. Once they were dressed, they got under the covers and Raphael pulled Simon close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m glad you invited me.”
“I’m glad you came.”
“Simon?”
“Hm?”
“I think you deserve an answer.”
Simon opened his eyes, looking suddenly sober. “Raph, do we have to do this now?”
“I wanted to say yes.”
Simon blinked a few times, trying to process Raphael’s words. “I-I thought you didn’t want to get married.”
“I said I never pictured myself getting married,” Raphael said. “And I’m still unsure of how I feel about it, but I do know that I care about you immensely, and I want to spend whatever time I can with you.”
Simon continued to stare at Raphael for a long moment before he was cupping Raphael’s face and kissing him. “I love you.”
Raphael smiled. “I know.”
“I should go get the ring,” Simon said. “I brought it with me, I don’t know why but-“
“Just go to sleep, Simon,” Raphael lauged. “You can find it in the morning.” He wrapped his arms tighter around Simon and sighed contentedly. “Your grandmother is going to be very happy.”
“How do you know?”
“I might have let it slip that you asked me.”
“You did what?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Raphael replied with a yawn. “I needed someone to talk to, and I didn’t want to call Magnus.”
“He’s practically your father, he’s going to be upset you didn’t talk to him.”
“He’ll get over it. Now go to sleep, you’re already going to have a nasty hangover when you get up.”
“Yeah, I did drink a little much tonight, didn’t I?”
“Not as bad as Magnus’ New Year’s party last year.”
Simon let out a giggle. “I barely remember that.”
“It’s okay. I still have videos.” He pressed a kiss to Simon’s cheek. “Good night, Simon.”
“Night, Raphael.”
When they came out for breakfast the next morning, Helen was the first one to spot the ring on Raphael’s finger. She smiled and hugged them both tightly, congratulating them.
Written By: Anonymous
Winter Fic Exchange Gift For: @banshee-cheekbones
Beta’d By: @tothebitterbetterend
Pairing(s): Clary Fray/Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Length: 2153 words
Summary: Simon and Clary go together to the university after years of dating, but they can't get a dorm just for themselves. But it wouldn't be too bad to share their dorm with a stranger, right? After all, strangers could become friends over time.
They couldn't have known that the stranger would be Jace and that he would change both their lives, for better or for worse, the moment he walked through their dorm door.
we’re so happy to introduce the following new members of @shadowhuntersrarepairnetwork:
@banshee-cheekbones (kaitlyn)
@jaredackles (erin)
@laufire (laura)
welcome, new members!! i’ll send you all email invites to the network blog and chat soon. we look forward to getting to know you and talking all about shadowhunters rarepairs with you!
