"Well your favorite person just walked through the door" NingNing pointed to the classroom door.
I turned to see y/n. I pretend like i dont have the biggest crush on her. I always have admired her confidence.
I turned away pretending to barf.
"Please, as if."
Y/n POV
"Hey, best friend." I heard before looking over to see one of my bestfriends
"Hi, Karina." I smiled.
"Soooo how was the date with the school's hoe." she sat next to me with a smirk on her face
"Don't call her that, she has a name and it went by fine." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh SoRrY, but its ture I don't know why you even accepted, you know how Giselle is. Dates people, breaks up with them, then makes up rumors." she moved her hands around exaggerating her words.
"I don't think she is that bad." I looked at her giving her a slight reassuring look
"There you go again trying to see the good in people, but that how they get you." She pointed at me, slightly squinting her eyes.
I rolled my eyes before shrugging it off.
**Time-Skip**
A week.
Thats how long me and Giselle lasted, were we even dating. I dont even know.
But just like Karina said Giselle started spreading rumors about me.
The only thing about this so called "rumor" was that.......it was true.
Karina and my family were the only people that knew about it.
But now i guess it was the whole school
I didnt have the confident nor the courage to go to school.
I was too scared to think about if people did choose to believe in the rumor, what they would think of me and even how differently i would be treated.
Winter POV
I walking into class noticing y/n wasnt in their usual seat.
"Where's y/n?" i sat down next to Ning,
"Welllll based on what ive heard, is that the reason Giselle and y/n broke up was because i guess one day they started to make out..." she put her phone down and began speaking, i pushed down the slight jealousy of the thought of them being intimate.
"I guesssss she felt something hard pressing against her and she reached it realizing that it was in y/n's pants, and found out that y/n has a dick." she strugged her shoulders
"What?! you know that most of the things she spreads aren't always true tho right." I tried to reason.
"Yeah, but if it wasnt true then why isn't she here." she turned back to her phone.
I took the time to process things before making a decision.
I looked around and i saw y/n's bestfriend sitting down, scribbling on her notebook
I stood up and started to make my way up to her.
"h-hey, do you know how y/n is doing" I asked once i reached up, making her look up with a starp gaze
"Why do you care?" she responded coldly.
"B-because I just want to know." I scratched the back of my neck,
"Why? to make fun of her? leave her alone she has had enough" she looked down again to her notebook
"because I care about her, a lot more than I would like to admit." I stood my ground, ignoring the heat rising to my face
She looked up, and it felt like she was examinating me, trying to stop if i was lying.
With a sigh, she looked back down
"She is doing okay."
"can i have her address?"
Y/n POV
I groaned as I heard someone knock on my door.
"Karina you have my key or did you forget it ag-!!" I opened my door and saw Winter.
"O-oh winter" I was suprised to see her there, mainly because i didnt know she knew where i lived.
"Hey, um how are you?" she looked down shyly
"I'm fine what do you want?" I put up a front, not knowing what her intentions were
"What do you mean?" she looked back up with genuine confusion on her face.
"Y-you are just to see if the rumors are true, right, please just leave me alone." I began to close the door before she stopped it.
She pushed me back, letting herself in.
"I care about you y/n. To be honest I like you a lot." she made eye contact with me.
"How can i believe anything you say" I felt my guard coming down slowly, melting in her gaze.
She came up to me, grabbed my hand placing it on her chest.
Her heart want beating like crazy, and to be honest i know mine was too.
"please i r-really do care about you." she cupped my cheeks, slowly leaning in.
I couldnt help but panick. Its not that i didnt like the girl, i did, i really did but what if she pushes me away like Giselle did.
"THE RUMORS ARE TRUE." I screamed before our lips met. I pushed myself back, looking down in shame.
She picked up my head, and kissed me sofly.
"I don't care, if anything I think thats hot." she smirked at me.
"Now let's rest up because we have school tomorrow and you're going."
**Time-Skip**
The next day we walk into school hand in hand. NingNing and Karina came up to us.
"I fucking knew it." NingNing whisper-yelled at Winter.
"About time? My ear was going to fall off with how much you talk about her." Karina smirked, as she took her place by my side
We giggled before I over at Winter, seeing that she was already looking at me and kissed her gently.
With her I felt like I could get through anything, even these so-called rumors about me.
Winter and Y/N are siblings that once shared a fractured bond marred by tragedy and resentment.
GENRE : Wholesome
TYPE : One Shot
In a small, dimly lit apartment, lived Winter, whose real name was Minjeong, and her older brother, Y/N. Their lives were far from the glamorous world Winter would one day enter. Their parents had tragically passed away, leaving them to fend for themselves. Y/N, still in school at the time, had to abandon his education to find work and provide for both of them. With each passing day, they clung to each other as the only remnants of their family.
However, their relationship was marred by bitterness. Winter blamed Y/N for everything, their parents' deaths, their impoverished circumstances, and the struggles they faced. She harbored a deep-seated resentment towards him, even though he was innocent of any wrongdoing. Y/N, in turn, was burdened by the guilt of being unable to shield his younger sister from life's cruelties. Despite the hostility, he loved Winter unconditionally and tirelessly worked to support her.
As Winter's birthday approached, she assumed that Y/N would forget, just as everyone else seemed to. It would be the first time she'd celebrate without her parents. Her friends were busy with their own lives, and she felt utterly alone. Y/N was at work, as usual, when she decided to retreat to her room and attempt to sleep away her misery.
But then, as the hours ticked away, Y/N arrived home, bearing a massive birthday cake. He smiled warmly and wished her a happy birthday. Winter's eyes welled up with tears as she couldn't believe her eyes.
"i loves you a lot minjeong" Y/N said tenderly, wrapping his arms around his sister. Winter, unable to contain her emotions any longer, broke down and returned the hug, sobbing softly.
"May God bless you with everlasting peace, good health, and endless love." Y/N whispered affectionately, kissing Winter's forehead. "One day, I promise, I'll give you everything you've ever wanted, okay?"
Winter, realizing the sacrifices Y/N had made for her, felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Y/N bore the weight of their world on his shoulders, and she saw the toll it had taken on him, evident in his weary face and disheveled appearance. He had come straight from work to celebrate her birthday.
From that day forward, Winter resolved not to be a burden to Y/N. She threw herself into her studies, determined to excel and create a brighter future for both of them. She dreamed of a life where Y/N wouldn't have to toil endlessly, where they could share their joys and burdens equally.
Years passed, and Winter's hard work paid off. She was recruited by SM Entertainment as a K-pop trainee, a path that would lead her to stardom. Her dedication, talent, and charisma earned her a place in a popular idol group. As Winter's star ascended, their lives began to change for the better.
Their bond, once strained by resentment and hardship, grew stronger. Winter became increasingly attached to Y/N, cherishing their moments together. Every time they reunited, she would envelop him in a tight embrace, seeking comfort and reassurance. Winter had become more affectionate.
As Winter's fame soared, she never forgot the promise Y/N had made on her birthday. She also determined to provide her brother with the life he deserved, one where he could pursue his passion without the burden of constant work.
With Winter's success, their lives transformed. They moved into a comfortable apartment in the heart of Seoul, a far cry from their humble beginnings. Y/N finally had the opportunity to pursue his passion for sculpture, dedicating himself to creating magnificent works of art.
Winter kept her promise, providing Y/N with the support he needed to thrive as an artist. She invested in his career, arranging exhibitions and introducing his sculptures to influential art collectors. Y/N's talent blossomed, and his sculptures gained recognition in the art world.
As for Winter, her popularity continued to grow. She became known not only for her beauty but also for her humility and generosity. Despite her hectic schedule, she always found time for her brother, attending his art exhibitions and proudly showcasing his sculptures in her lavish home.
With their hardships firmly behind them, Winter and Y/N embraced their new life. Winter's clinginess towards her brother only grew, but Y/N welcomed it with open arms. They relished the moments they spent together, whether it was enjoying a simple home-cooked meal or attending a glamorous event.
One evening, as they sat on the balcony of their luxurious apartment, gazing at the city below, Winter turned to Y/N, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.
"Brother, do you remember how we used to be?" Winter asked, her voice tinged with nostalgia.
Y/N smiled, his eyes twinkling with love. "I do, Minjeong. But I wouldn't change a thing. Our past made us who we are today, and I'm grateful for every moment we've shared."
Winter rested her head on Y/N's shoulder, a sense of contentment washing over her. "I love you, brother."
"I love you too, Minjeong" Y/N replied, wrapping his arm around his sister. "And I'm proud of everything you've achieved."
In that moment, as they looked out over the city that had witnessed their struggles and triumphs, Winter and Y/N knew that their bond was unbreakable. Through the storms of their past, they had emerged stronger, their love shining brighter than any star in the sky. Theirs was a story of redemption and a testament to the power of family, reminding them both that no matter how dark the night, the dawn would always break, bringing with it a new day filled with hope and love.
Here is the ski lodge oneshot I said I’d try to get up. It’s more of a winter oneshot than a Christmas oneshot, although there mistletoe is mentioned. Hope you like it.
The view was stunning if Stiles was being honest, and he wasn't even referring to the gorgeous man next to him. He'd been hesitant to even bother enjoying himself on this trip but he was already here and yeah, the view was stunning.
The ski lift continued it's trek over the snowy landscape, taking Stiles higher and higher above the trees and slopes beneath. His feet dangled heavily below him.
With a sudden lurch, the ski lift halted, forcing his seat to swing back and forth. A low growl emanated from the man next to him.
Stiles noted the way the man's hands were gripping the seat like his life depended on it. He debated saying something witty to ease the man's tension but thought better of it when he saw the scowl on his face.
After a long painfully silent five minutes had passed, Stiles craned his neck to see if there were any people on the lift behind them. Their seat rocked gently with the movement.
"Can you not," the man next to him snapped.
Stiles' brows rose in an amused look. "You realize that these things are safe right?"
The man only glared.
"You know that the fatality rate per year, divided by passenger miles, results in 0.149 fatalities per one hundred million miles of passengers transported by ski lifts. You're more likely to die in an elevator, which has on average six fatalities per year." Stiles offered.
The glaring continued.
"I'm Stiles by the way."
The man was silent for a long moment before finally responding. "Derek."
"Derek. Nice to meet you. Are you here with friends or..." Stiles once again looked behind him, careful not to shift the chair. There was no one directly behind them, but it looked like there was a couple two chairs back. "They seem to be enjoying themselves."
Derek glanced over his shoulder to see the couple wrapped around each other in a heated kiss. "I'm here with friends. They were ahead of us."
"They didn't wait for you?" Stiles scoffed.
"I'm here as a favor for a friend," Derek growled, his eyes looking straight ahead.
"Ah, third wheeling?"
"Erica thinks that a romantic getaway will help Boyd make a move. Boyd is just too shy. I gave him an encouraging speech and sent them ahead of me alone. This is what I get."
"That's really sweet of you, dude," Stiles said sincerely.
Derek shot him a glare.
"I'm serious. You look miserable as fuck so you must really care about your friends to do that for them."
"I don't do heights."
"Ah. Well, hopefully we'll be off here soon. For now, we're perfectly safe unless a tornado comes through."
"It's too cold for a tornado," Derek huffed.
"Then we're safe." Stiles grinned widely.
"Where are your friends or whatever?" Derek decided he wanted to talk about anything but their situation.
Stiles bit down on his lower lip. "I'm alone actually."
Derek's brows raised. "Who goes to a ski lodge alone?"
"Well I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend. Made reservations and got here a day before him because he had to work, but then he never showed. When I called, he said to have fun and we'd talk when I got home."
Derek frowned. "That's awful."
"The writing was on the wall, I just chose not to read it. Honestly it's kind of nice. He'd be bitching about the cold and the inconvenience instead of enjoying the view." Stiles gestured to the snow covered trees.
At that moment Derek's phone rang, startling him.
"Erica," Derek snapped into the phone.
Stiles could hear the voice on the other end clearly.
"Derek, are you on the lift?"
"Yes, do you know why it's stopped?"
"Someone accidentally pulled the emergency lever. They legally can't start it back up until it's declared safe. Someone is on their way now."
Derek groaned.
Another voice spoke up. Boyd. "They said it may be about twenty more minutes or so."
"Great."
"Sorry, Derek." Boyd's tone was apologetic.
"It's fine."
"Is anyone with you?"
Derek glanced at Stiles who gave a small smile. "Yeah. Look, I know you guys wanted to grab dinner after this, why don't you go ahead. I'll meet up with you later."
"Are you sure?" Erica asked.
"Yeah, it may be a while and honestly I think I'm done after this."
"Okay, keep us posted."
Derek hung up and let out a sigh. "Someone pulled the emergency lever. They have someone on their way to fix it."
"Well, looks like we have some time to kill. Why don't you tell me about Boyd and Erica?" Stiles suggested, fighting the urge to swing his feet. He didn't want to stress Derek anymore by rocking the chair.
Derek closed his eyes and let out another sigh.
"It'll take your mind off of the fact that we're stuck here."
Derek opened his eyes and conceded. "What do you want to know?"
"How long have they been dancing around each other?" Stiles asked.
"About three years."
"Oof. How have you not done something sooner?"
"It wasn't my place. I figured they'd get around to it." Derek shrugged.
Stiles looked thoughtful. "You think this trip will do the trick?"
"I wasn't sure, but they'll have some time alone with me stuck up here so, maybe."
"You could have brought someone to make it feel like a double date, I'm guessing you're single since you didn't."
Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles.
"I'm not trying to pry." He held his hands up.
"I am single, yes."
Stiles opened his mouth to ask another question when Derek beat him to it.
"How long were you and your boyfriend together?"
Stiles shifted, causing the chair to ever so slightly sway.
Derek's hand gripped the seat tighter.
"Two years."
"You don't seem terribly broken up about it," Derek pointed out.
"Like I said, writing on the wall."
"Still, two years is a long time."
Stiles fought the urge to shift again. He hated being still for this long, unable to fidget. He took off his gloves and tucked them into his jacket pocket, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah."
A silence fell over the pair and Derek was relieved his prying had worked. Though now he felt bad as he saw the way Stiles stared down at his hands in his lap, fidgeting.
"Guys like that aren't worth it. Trust me, I know."
Stiles gave Derek a doubtful look.
"My last girlfriend was a control freak. I finally called it off when she started to demand I stop spending time with Erica." Derek didn't know why he was telling Stiles this. Maybe to make him feel better.
Stiles didn't respond so Derek continued.
"My last boyfriend broke up with me because I wouldn't go mountain climbing with him every weekend. He said I wasn't invested in him."
Stiles' brow rose at that. "You clearly hate heights."
Derek shrugged.
Stiles frowned, his eyes falling to his hands again.
"Like I said, not worth it."
"Yeah, well, a ski trip is more fun when you have someone to spend it with."
Derek didn't respond to that. He didn't know how.
A gust of wind whipped around them, causing the cold air to bite through their clothes and the seat to rock ever so slightly.
"A hot chocolate sounds good right now, huh?" Stiles asked, pulling Derek's attention from the shifting ground below them.
"Anything that doesn't involve being up here sounds good."
Another gust of wind swept over them.
Derek closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
"Hey." Stiles placed a hand on Derek's arm. "I promise you nothing is going to happen. It looks like a winter storm in the distance. These things rock so easily because if they didn't, they would snap. It's like a bridge."
Derek didn't respond.
"Just take in a deep breath."
Derek did as Stiles said.
"Good, now let it out slowly."
Derek blew out, his breath swirled in the cold air.
Another gust of wind hit them and Derek swore under his breath.
"Look at me," Stiles urged.
Derek looked at Stiles with a glare.
"Just focus on me, pretend we're in a car. Tell me about something. Anything."
Derek focused on the whiskey color of Stiles' eyes. "Like what?"
"What's something you're passionate about?"
"What?" Derek snapped.
"Something that's important to you."
"My job," Derek blurted as another jolt of wind swayed them.
"What do you do?"
"I'm an architect."
"Then you know how safe these things are."
"I know how many times people take short cuts. I know how many people get trapped in buildings. I know how many lives could have been spared if someone didn't cut corners."
"You lost someone because of that, didn't you?" Stiles asked, a frown tugging at his features.
"My parents. They died in a house fire. The structure wasn't built right so the building came down on them before the fire department even got there." Derek's tone was sharp.
"I'm really sorry."
"My job is to make sure that the structure is as sound as it can be. You can't always prevent a collapse, but you can make sure a building holds long enough for everyone to get to safety. The firemen said that if the building had held for even five more minutes, my parents would be alive."
The wind was more consistent as the storm grew closer.
A sudden jolt made Derek grabbed Stiles' arm harshly. The seat rocked vigorously before starting a trajectory forward.
Stiles held Derek's hand. "There we go. See, we'll be back on the ground before you know it. You want to ski down or just ride the lift back?"
"I don't think I'm up for skiing down," Derek answered, his face was green and pale at the same time.
"Okay, I'll ride it with you. We'll get a hot chocolate after, yeah?" Stiles offered.
Derek's grip on Stiles didn't loosen. The rocking of the chair grew worse as the wind continued to pick up. "Okay."
"We're almost there, I can see the end," Stiles said in a comforting tone. "Just breathe."
Derek took in a deep breath and gently let it out.
"Five more chairs and we're there."
Derek took in another breath as the wind cut through them again.
"You gonna be okay to stand when we get off? You don't look so good."
"I'm really dizzy," Derek admitted.
"Okay, I'll help you. I'm right here, we're one chair away, okay? You ready?"
Derek nodded, his grip on Stiles' hand didn't loosen still.
"Alright ready and off we go." Stiles helped Derek stand and shuffle to the side, out of the way of the chairs.
"Solid ground, you're good." Stiles held Derek, letting him find his balance.
"We're so sorry about that. If you see the front desk, you can give them this. Free drinks for the remainder of your stay." A middle aged man dressed in a coat with the lodge logo handed them two vouchers.
"Thanks." Stiles took them and helped Derek to a nearby bench.
Derek still held onto Stiles. He felt like he was still in the lift. The ground shifted below him despite him not moving.
"Let's get these off." Stiles bent to help take Derek's skis off.
"Thanks," Derek said quietly.
"No problem." Stiles pulled his own skis off and held out a hand to Derek. "Can I offer you a hot chocolate by the fire?"
Derek considered declining and turning in for the night, but Stiles had been so nice and helpful when he didn't have to be.
"I'm worried I'll throw it up but sure." Derek took Stiles' hand and let him lead him inside.
"What about something small on your stomach? Ginger snaps are great for nausea."
Derek nodded as he took a seat in one of the small sofa's near the giant fireplace that sat in the middle of the lodge.
Stiles headed to the bar and slid the vouchers across. "Two hot chocolates and a plate of ginger snaps, please."
He took in a deep breath as he waited for the order. Taking care of a stranger on a ski lift was not something he thought he'd be doing right now, but somehow he was having more fun than if Theo was there with him.
"Here you go." Stiles set the try down on the table in front of Derek and took a seat next to him.
"Thanks." Derek reached for a cookie, having shed his jacket and gloves.
"Should you call Erica and Boyd or..." Stiles shifted in his seat. Honestly he didn't want to leave Derek but he couldn't glue himself to Derek's side just because he was here alone.
"No. Let them have the night."
Stiles nodded.
"You know, I'm technically here alone too. If you don't have plans tomorrow, maybe we could go ice skating. Give Erica and Boyd more time alone together without me having to come up with some obvious excuse." Derek stared down at the hot chocolate in his hands. The warmth felt good.
"You want to use me to get Erica and Boyd together?" Stiles quirked a brow.
"Well I didn't mean—"
"I'm only kidding. I'm invested now." Stiles laughed.
"Besides I owe you for—" Derek jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
"You don't owe me anything, Derek."
Derek looked up, meeting Stiles' eyes. The fire light danced in the bright brown color.
"I'd still like to make it up to you. I'm...honestly embarrassed." Derek dropped his eyes again.
"Dude, don't be. I didn't mind helping, if I even did."
"You did." Derek looked up again.
Stiles smiled before putting his mug to his lips.
Derek watched as Stiles licked the whipped cream from his lips. "Your boyfriend is an idiot."
This caught Stiles by surprise.
"Ex-boyfriend. And you don't know me. I'm a handful." Stiles plucked a marshmallow from the top of his drink and popped it into his mouth.
"Is that what he said?"
Stiles scoffed. "I talk a lot. I fidget too much. I'm always on the go."
"Those are the reasons he ended it?" Derek frowned.
"Supposedly. If you want my opinion, I think he met someone."
Derek snorted, "Figures."
"If you don't mind, I'd really rather talk about anything else." Stiles shifted in his seat.
"Right. Sorry." Derek was never good at cheering people up.
The pair talked for the next two hours before a blond came bouncing over.
"Derek!"
"Erica." Derek smiled at the blond.
"You didn't call and I now see why. Hello." Her eyes fell to Stiles.
"Hi." Stiles smiled.
"Derek, who's your friend?" Erica nudged Derek's shoulder.
"This is Stiles. We were stuck on the lift together."
"You didn't say he was cute," She teased. "I'm Erica, this is Boyd."
"Nice to meet you." Stiles' cheeks flushed at the compliment.
"I would have called but—"
"No, no, you don't have to explain." Erica cut in, a wide grin on her bright red lips.
"I'm guessing you're done skiing for the remainder of the trip." Boyd frowned sympathetically at Derek.
Derek huffed a laugh. "Yeah, probably."
"Okay, well what do you want to do instead?" Erica snagged a cookie from the plate, taking a seat on the arm of the sofa next to Derek.
"I actually invited Derek to go ice skating tomorrow. If you guys want to come with." Stiles looked at the pair with innocent eyes.
"Oh I'm terrible at Ice skating," Erica pouted.
"I can help you. I worked at a rink for a while in high school," Boyd offered shyly.
"Oh that's right." Erica beamed.
Derek tossed Stiles a smirk.
"Great, then I'll see you down here at say, ten?" Stiles asked, his eyes on Derek.
"Sounds good." Derek couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips.
Stiles stood. "Nice meeting you two."
"You too!" Erica grinned.
"Goodnight, Derek." Stiles met Derek's eyes.
"Goodnight, Stiles."
-
Stiles was downstairs at nine-fourty-five. His fingers tapped on the top of the bar as he waited for his coffee. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He shouldn't be, it wasn't like it was a date. Derek was only going because he felt obligated to pay back Stiles for helping him.
"You're down here early," Derek's voice pulled Stiles attention.
"Yeah, just getting a—" at that moment his coffee was set in front of him. "—Coffee."
"Great minds think alike." Derek took a seat on the stool next to Stiles.
"Can I get you one?" Stiles asked with a wide grin.
Derek rolled his eyes as he watched Stiles push his free drink voucher across the bar.
"One more, please."
"Thank you." Derek shook his head.
"Where's Erica and Boyd?" Stiles looked to the large stairs that led to the floor of rooms.
"Getting ready. They'll be down shortly."
"I hope it was okay that I invited them. I know this isn't a date, but it could act as a sort of double date for the purposes of…you know…" Stiles waved a hand toward the stairs.
Derek smiled. "I think it's a great idea." He grabbed the coffee that was set down in front of him.
"So are you any good?" Stiles asked Derek.
"I'm actually a very good ice skater. Boyd used to let me in after hours when he worked at the rink."
Derek let out a laugh. "Seems like a ski lodge wasn't the best place for you to vacation."
"It's still fun even if I am terrible."
"Well maybe I can give you some pointers."
"I will drag you down. Be warned."
Derek shrugged."You helped me on the lift, it's the least I can do."
"Nothing like a good obligatory date," Stiles teased.
"That's not what—"
"It's fine," Stiles cut in. "I'm only messing with you."
Derek looked like he wanted to say something else when Erica and Boyd reached them.
The walk to the ice skating rink wasn't far. The storm from the night before had moved on, leaving behind about three inches of fresh snow.
Stiles and Derek watched with a smirk as Boyd helped Erica lace her skates.
"They really are cute together," Stiles whispered.
Derek nodded in agreement.
A wide grin spread across Stiles' face. "How long have you two been together?"
Boyd and Erica looked at him like deer in headlights.
"Oh, uh…" Boyd cleared his throat.
"We're uh…" Erica glanced to Boyd.
"It's not…" Boyd looked to Derek for help. Derek only smiled.
"Oh, I see. Sorry, I just assumed. You're cute together either way." Stiles feigned innocents.
Erica beamed while Boyd gave her a fond smile.
"Alright, Derek, time for you to hold my hand," Stiles said, shuffling to the edge of the rink.
Derek stepped onto the ice like it was just regular ground. He spun to face Stiles, holding his hands out.
Stiles took them and gingerly stepped onto the ice.
Boyd and Erica followed suit, only Erica managed to steady herself whereas Stiles' feet instantly went out from under him.
"Whoa, easy." Derek released Stiles' hands, wrapping his arms around his waist to keep him from falling.
Stiles could smell the cologne Derek wore and the faint smell of coffee as he was held close to Derek's chest.
"I warned you," Stiles said as he got his feet back under him.
"I got you." Derek smiled.
"How are you so steady?" Stiles asked as he flailed his arm, trying not to lose his balance again.
"Spread your feet a bit more and bend your knees."
Stiles did as Derek said, carefully.
Derek carefully moved in front of Stiles, taking his hands again. "Now move one foot at at a time, leaning forward with your body."
Stiles tried and failed three times before he was able to move forward.
Carefully Derek skated backwards, leading Stiles, who was less skating and more shuffling like an old man with a walker.
"You're getting it," Derek encouraged.
"I'm definitely not but thanks." Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Here, watch me." He led Stiles to the side railing before letting him go.
Stiles watched as Derek glided across the ice effortlessly.
"Ridiculous, right?" Erica huffed, shuffling along the railing towards him.
Stiles saw Boyd skating towards her with a wide grin. "I thought you were right behind me."
"Oh I was." She smiled. "Then I wasn't."
Boyd rolled his eyes. "Come on."
"Good luck," Stiles offered with a grin as Boyd pulled her back away from the safety of the railing.
Stiles' eyes turned back to where Derek was skating towards him.
"Show off," Stiles teased when Derek reached him.
"You try."
Stiles let out a sigh before pushing away from the railing and towards Derek who was slowly skating backwards away from him.
"Just follow me."
Stiles pushed forward and managed to make headway before losing his balance. His feet went out from under him, but before he could impact the hard ice. Derek's arms caught him once again.
"How did you get to me so fast?" Stiles asked as Derek set him back upright.
"If you're this bad at ice skating I'm almost willing to go back on the lift to see you ski."
"I'm a much better skier than I am a skater."
"Have you ever been skating?" Derek asked doubtfully.
"Once. Third grade. My crush at the time had a birthday party at 'Golden skate'. I bruised my tail bone within the first five minutes."
Derek snorted with a shake of his head.
Stiles shifted slightly which sent his left foot into Derek's ankle. The pair went down in a tangle of limbs.
Stiles and Derek burst into laughter as they fought to untangle themselves.
Stiles stared at Derek in awe. He was stunning with his nose slightly red from the cold, his mouth split into a wide grin.
After an hour of Derek coaxing Stiles along, he was able to skate unassisted. It wasn't graceful like Derek or Boyd but he was just happy to be staying on his feet.
"We had good teachers, huh?" Erica asked skating carefully up next to him. She gestured to where Derek and Boyd were skating effortlessly around the rink together.
"This is the longest I've stayed on my feet." Stiles laughed.
"You two want to take a break?" Boyd asked as he and Derek skated towards them.
"I could use some solid ground and a hot drink," Erica said. "How about you, Stiles?"
Stiles only nodded. He didn't want this to end. He really liked spending time with Derek.
"You two go sit and we'll get some drinks," Derek offered, gesturing to umbrella covered picnic tables.
"This has been fun. It's nice to see Derek having fun." Erica smiled.
"He's been a lot of fun to hang out with."
Erica snorted. "You're the first person to say that."
"Why?" Stiles frowned.
"Derek isn't the most social. He's great with us, but most people find him…rude or mean."
Stiles thought about the glaring and growling up on the lift. "He was a bit grumpy on the lift but I just assumed it was because we were stuck."
"Well he seems to like you," Erica said thoughtfully.
Stiles hoped the cold hid the blush he knew he was sporting.
"Here you go." Boyd handed Erica a hot chocolate while Derek handed one to Stiles.
Stiles noted the mistletoe that was strung up under the umbrella edge just above Boyd and an idea popped into his head.
"I think we should photograph this moment. Derek take their picture." Stiles grinned as he urged Erica to stand next to Boyd.
Derek frowned as he pulled out his phone. "Okay…"
Stiles leaned over his shoulder and pointed to the mistletoe that hung above the pair in the picture.
Derek smirked.
Stiles feigned surprise. "Uh oh."
"What?" Erica asked, her smile fading.
"Look up." Stiles pointed above the pair.
Boyd and Erica looked up to see the mistletoe hanging above them. They looked at each other. Erica smiled. Boyd leaned forward, giving Erica a chance to pull away. Instead she leaned in, catching Boyd's lips on hers.
Derek and Stiles smiled triumphantly.
Derek gave Stiles a fond smile. Stiles responded with a wink.
When Erica and Boyd pulled apart, Erica was beaming.
"Like I said, cute together," Stiles said.
After their hot chocolate break, the four of them skated for another hour before heading in for lunch.
After lunch, the group was standing in the large lobby where the fireplace was burning.
"Well, I had a lot of fun today." Stiles shifted.
"Oh come on, we're not done. We thought we'd try snow tubing. There's no lift. It's a conveyor belt," Erica said, turning to Derek.
"Oh, I don't want to intrude. It was nice enough that you let me go skating with you guys."
"What? No, come on." Erica tugged at his arm.
Stiles glanced to Derek.
"I could use the company," Derek said, gesturing to where Erica and Boyd were holding hands.
Stiles agreed. He was secretly thrilled to spend more time with Derek.
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Snow tubing went better than ice skating. They spent almost three hours tubing. By the end all of their tail bones were sore. They had dinner and before they knew it, it was late into the evening.
"Stiles, you have to give all of us your number, because we're keeping in touch," Erica demanded.
Stiles smiled. "Okay." He handed over his phone, where Erica put in the numbers before sending a text to each of them.
"There, now there's no excuse. I demand to hear from you at least once a week."
Stiles nodded obediently. He was dreading his flight tomorrow. He'd really enjoyed spending time with not only Derek but Erica and Boyd as well.
Erica nudged Derek's arm sharply.
Derek rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "I umm, I usually visit my sister around the first of the year, she lives in Buffalo. Maybe we can…meet up?"
Stiles practically beamed. "I'd like that."
"We should take a picture." Erica clapped her hands together. "By the fire."
She took one of Derek, Boyd and Stiles. She took one with all of them and then one with Stiles.
"Oh let's do one more." Erica grinned mischievously.
"Stiles and Derek. Stand here." She pushed them over to where a string of garland was wrapped around a small archway.
Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles and smiled.
Erica snapped the picture and her smile widened.
"Oops." She pointed above them. And in the middle of the archway was mistletoe, hanging between them.
Stiles' face flushed brightly.
"Erica he has a boyfriend." Derek glared at her.
"Ex-boyfriend. Technically," Stiles corrected.
Derek looked at Stiles with a raised brow.
"See? Oh come on. You two look cute together. It's one kiss." Erica huffed, her arms crossing over her chest.
Stiles' eyes dropped to Derek's mouth. He'd love to kiss Derek but he couldn't decide if Derek wanted to kiss him.
Derek leaned forward slightly. "You don't have to do this."
"Neither do you." Stiles swallowed.
Neither moved away, both caught in place.
"Mistletoe is just a stupid tradition," Derek said, leaning in more.
"I don't even celebrate Christmas," Stiles agreed, following Derek's movement.
There was maybe five inches between them.
Stiles isn't sure who broke first but before he knew what was happening, Derek's lips were against his where he tasted the faintest hint of chocolate.
It was a sweet kiss, simple and unmoving.
Erica clapped and let out a small whoop, causing them to pull apart.
She winked at Stiles. "Like I said, cute together."
Consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!
Requested: Entry number 3 in my Five days of Holidays!
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff
W.C. 524
Summary: It’s freezing and I want to cuddle.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
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Today was the beginning of winter break! Finals are finished, and all I want to do is lay down and cuddle my boyfriend. However, he had to go talk to Mrs. Stark about something first, so I walked to his apartment alone. My parents had to go out of town on business, so Peter and May were letting me celebrate the holidays with them. Earlier today, Peter had given me the key before he told me that Mrs. Stark wanted to talk to him.
After the last bell rang, I raced out of the doors, not wanting to be there longer than I had to be. While walking, it started snowing lightly, but knowing New York, it was going to get worse soon. I started walking faster until I approached the apartment and opened the door. I immediately walked towards Peter’s room, passing the kitchen, and I saw a note from May saying she went out to get groceries. I just continued to Peter’s room and changed into one of his sweatshirts and sweatpants.
I decided to turn the heater on, lay on his bed, and pull up my computer to watch some Netflix. I chose to watch one of my favorite movies while waiting for someone to come back. After about 20 minutes, I heard May come in and start unpacking whatever she bought. I ended up falling asleep at some point because I woke up to Peter gently shaking my shoulder.
“You’re freezing, (Y/N),” He said quietly, concern displayed across his features.
“Hmm, I wonder why. Maybe because it is -12 and my boyfriend is not cuddling me,” I pouted, playfully while opening my arms.
He just laughed and said, “Give me a minute. I just got here.” He turned around to set his backpack down and change into a sweatshirt and sweatpants as well. He turned back to me before climbing under the blankets with me. He moved the computer and wrapped his arms around my shoulder. “Did you turn the heater on?”
“Yeah, I put it on high before I started my movie,” I said, snuggly my face deeper into his chest. He looked over at the thermostat on the wall before getting up, much to my dismay, and leaving the room. I got up to follow, hearing him ask May about the heater. Apparently, all of the heaters were down in the apartment building. With a grown from each of us, we made our way back to his room. I went to sit on the end of his bed, wanting to look out at the raging snowstorm. Peter came up behind me with a large blanket and wrapped it around my body before sitting behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. We sat in comfortable silence, his head on my shoulder, looking out as the snow collected on the fire escape ledge. After a while, I whispered, “Hey, Spider-Man.”
“Yes, Spider-Man’s girlfriend?”
“Just want you to know that it’s freezing, Spider-Man.”
“Well, it’s a relief that I love you and will cuddle you until you’re warm,” he whispered back before leaning in to kiss my slightly-blue lips.
Prompts: “Don’t forget to put on a jacket” “What are you, my mom?” and “Are you blushing or is it the cold”
Description: Carson and the reader for a nice winter day walk
Characters: Carson Becket (Stargate Atlantis) x reader
Gender: Any/Neutral Triggers: None
Christmas/Winter Prompts you can request from: One - Two - Three
You stared out the window at the falling snow excited to feel it on your skin. This was the first snow you got to see since you began working on Atlantis. Almost every time you had gone home for holidays you had already missed the snow.
“Come on Carson, hurry!” you shouted back through your house “Before it stops snowing!”
“Alright alright” you heard him say as he came from the bedroom. Grabbing your bag you headed for the door, but didn’t get far before Carson stopped you “Don’t forget to put on a jacket”
Stopping in your tracks you turned and frowned at him “What are you my mom?”
Chuckling he walked over to the couch, picking up your jacket an holding it out for you to put on. Sighing you quickly walked over and slid it on before going to the door before he could stop you again. As you opened the door a gust of frosty air blew against your face. You could feel Carson shudder behind you, but it was so refreshing that you didn’t even flinch.
As you walked out into the yard, you stared up at the sky watching the small flakes drift down to the ground. Smiling at the sight you turned to look at Carson, who was watching you with a smaller smile on his face. Reaching out your hand, he took it with as you began walking down the road.
As you walked you admired all the houses covered in snow. Some with Christmas lights still on and sparkling, some bare and quiet, some with their family Christmas trees visible through the windows. But on the road no one was out, the only sounds that could be heard was the light breeze, your feet crunching in the snow and the very quiet sound of the snow flakes hitting the ground and settling into a white fleece blanket.
The further you got away from your house the harder it began to snow. It wasn’t bothering you though, in fact you were growing in excitement. But Carson was beginning to worry. As you continued walking you were tugged to a stop.
You turned and looked at Carson, who was wearing a frown and chilled expression “What?”
“We should head back now” he said through chattering teeth.
You giggled a little at how cold he looked “You grew up in the cold, how do you not like this?”
“I grew up in the cold, that’s why I don’t like it. Now, lets go back to the house and get warmed up”
Smirking at him you reached out and brushed some snow off of his hair before getting close to him, whispering “How do you suggest we do that? Take a nice long bath?”
Carson didn’t speak as he stared at you, trying not to freeze, but you did notice a slight increase in the amount of red on his cheeks.
“Are you blushing or is it the cold?”
“It’s the cold” he said before turning and tugging you back down the path a little too eagerly causing you to smirk.
Requested by anon - sorry it was so short and bad lol
