#hale-writes

[halestrom]

no? yes! - a little hangster drabbleficlet

“Hey Bradshaw. Wanna go on a date?”

Bradley blinked, looking over at Hangman sure he had heard wrong. “What?”

Hangman smirked and leaned over the table, toothpick at the corner of his mouth. “A date.”

“A date?”

“Yes.”

Bradley glanced at Nat to see if he was hallucinating, but she looked as confused as he felt. “What?” he repeated.

The smirk didn’t go away, but it did change into something sly. “Yeah, you know. Dinner, drinks, conversation. I might even slip you some tongue if you’re good.”

There was an answer, Bradley was sure of it, but his brain had stopped working as soon as he heard the word ‘good’ in that low drawl. “Um.”

“Soooo. No,” Jake said, toothpick sliding to the other side of his mouth as he leaned back.

“What? No!”

“So, yes?”

“No!”

“No?”

“Yes!”

“Good,” Jake said, standing up and before Bradley registered what had happened, Jake leaned in and kissed him, the toothpick gone and Bradley’s lips tingled and he wasn’t 100% sure it wasn’t just from Jake’s never ending supply of Burt’s Bees chapstick.

Pulling back, Jake winked at him before standing and heading out. “Pick you up at seven,” Jake called over his shoulder.

Bradley gaped at Jake’s retreating back before looking over at Nat and making a confused noise.

“Mazel tov,” she replied, downing her beer and standing up to join the rest of the squad who had stopped in the middle of a game of darts to watch the exchange.

As he watched, Fritz slapped a pile of money into Bob’s hand with a scowl. Bradley made another confused noise and looked at the door where Jake had left. He was up and heading towards it before he thought about it, ignoring the cheers from his teammates as he slammed his way into the light and almost barreled over Jake who was standing there smirking at him.

“Eager, are we? I don’t mind. We can go mini golfing to kill time before dinner,” Jake said, turning and heading towards where the Bronco sat, a bright blue beacon and all Bradley could do was follow.

“What…Han…Se..what?” Bradley demanded.

Ignoring him, Jake rounded to the passenger side and tugged on the door handle, which didn’t open because Bradley hadn’t even grabbed the keys yet. Looking at Bradley through the window, Jake raised both eyebrows and pointedly tugged on the handle again.

“What is happening?” Bradley demanded, hearing the whine in his voice even as he scrambled for his keys and unlocked the doors.

Jake swung himself into the passenger seat like he had done it a thousand times, and somehow he looked like he belong there. “Get in the car,” Jake said, voice muffled by the closed driver’s door.

Bradley stood there, staring at Jake as he tried to figure out how his afternoon had gone from relaxing, to out of his control. As he stood there, for the first time in the entire time of knowing Jake he watched Jake shift in the seat. To someone else it would look like Jake was getting settled but Bradley had known Jake for a long time. And it was the first time he had seen the man fidget and he realized that Jake was nervous.

And that more than anything cleared out the lingering confusion as he yanked open the door and pulled himself in. “You’re certifiable,” he muttered even as he turned the car on.

“And yet, you want to date me.”

Bradley ignored that in favor of beginning to drive. “Where’s the golf course?” he muttered, wondering when he had lost control of his life.

“Get on the freeway,” Jake replied, relaxing back against the seat. “Hey, Bradshaw?”

Bradley glanced to the side in time to see Jake shoot him a lazy smile that had no right looking as good as it did. “What?”

“You look good,” Jake said, voice softer than Bradley had ever heard it before and when he glanced over, Jake was watching him, the lazy smile gone in favor of something soft.

“I am good, Seresin,” Bradley said, realizing that, despite the insanity of the last five minutes, he was. “So do you.”

“I know,” Jake said, voice as confident as it always before waving a hand. “Take the first exit. We have a reservation.”

“What if I had said no?” Bradley asked, wondering how much planning Jake had put into this

“You wouldn’t have,” Jake said, voice knowing, as if there wasn’t any doubt about the outcome of the day.

For once, Bradley had no reply  to that and instead, took the exit, figuring he might as well get used to the lack of control he suddenly had in his life. He was finding that he didn’t mind at all.  

[resqectable]

The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.

Mandy Hale

[thoughtkick]

Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you are choosing someone out of love or loneliness.

Mandy Hale

[quotefeeling]

Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, you didn’t settle for it.

Mandy Hale

[perfectquote]

Learn to be alone, and to like it. There’s nothing more freeing and empowering than learning to like your own company.

Mandy Hale

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[stay-close]

Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.

Mandy Hale

[shitpostingsterek]

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[perfectfeelings]

You can love them, forgive them, want good things for them… But still move on without them.

Mandy Hale

[patolemus]

There’s just something about Stiles being so unflinchingly violent if it’s to protect Derek, of him having vivid fantasies about bashing his bat against Kate’s pretty blonde hair until her brain splatters across the room, about cutting Jennifer’s tongue and arms off so she can’t spell or touch Derek ever again, about lighting Gerard on fire and ripping Kali’s head off her shoulders...

[artaxlivs]

Stiles always assumed that when Derek finally kissed him - because it has always felt inevitable - that it would be a boiling over of their anger. That Derek would throw Stiles into a wall or yell at Stiles after a monster fight and the kiss would be provoked by outrage. That it would be a violent meeting of tongues and teeth and groping, squeezing hands on every part of each other that they could reach. 

It would be a battle for dominance, a mess of conflicting emotions. Uncontrolled and undiscussed. That it would burn like a forest fire and either leave them both with nothing but ashes or ignite something that would consume them. 

He always assumed that a kiss from Derek would not be given, would not be shared. It would be wrenched from his tightly controlled fists and Stiles would have to fight for his right to keep it. 

But when it happens it’s nothing like that at all. When Derek finally kisses Stiles for the first time, it’s with laughter, rather than rage, in the space between them. 

When it happens - it’s with consent. 

Because Derek asks. Because of course he does. 

They’re on Derek’s couch, an empty pizza box on the coffee table. Derek, relaxed and comfortable, is sitting sideways with one knee bent between them. Stiles is sitting criss-cross with his socked feet tucked up under his knees. He’s just finished a story about one of the deputies trying to arrest Mrs. Riechton for shoplifting and getting beat up by the eighty-three year old woman and her giant purse. Her purse that was heavy with the five books of fairie porn she’d just stolen from the local Barnes & Noble. 

Derek is almost doubled over with laughter and Stiles has one hand across his stomach because it hurts from laughing. And suddenly it’s like the last puzzle piece has clicked into place. The last Lego in the build. The last push pin in a mind map. 

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s soft and filled with something like hope. Something like wonder. Like Derek can’t possibly believe that they made it this far. That they’ve somehow made it to a place where the answer might be yes. 

And it is. 

It really fucking is. 

Because Stiles has been in something with Derek since he was sixteen. In sexual crisis. In confused lust. In determined lust. In awkward friendship. In love. In all the stages of mutual respect. In love. 

So yes. Yes, please. Yes a million times in a million ways. 

Just. Yes. 

It’s not a soft and gentle kiss. It’s not bordering on aggressive like he’d always thought it would be. No, it’s somewhere in between. It’s sure and happy and hopeful - so hopeful. Just warm, soft lips at first but then tongues, too. Then one of them leans forward and one of them leans back and it’s everything.

They sink into the couch and into each other and the rest of the world fades into the background. Like everything from the last six years has been leading up to this moment. Every loss, every victory, every bullet wound and demonic possession, every step into danger and every step away from each other has still somehow brought them together. 

To this. 

To kissing with intention. 

“I think I always knew,” Derek says when they’re curled into each other's warmth later.

“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, not asking for clarification because he always knew, too. 

Some things are meant to be.

Edit: You can now find this on Ao3 here. There might be more someday, It's happened before.

[halestrom]

22 or 33 with hangster? 👀🥰

I went with #33 because A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking is adorable!

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“And this one?”

Bradley pressed his mouth against a long-faded scar curving around Jake’s calf, foot propped up against his shoulder as he stared down at the man reclining against the pillow. Jake shifted, curling a hand behind his head, his bicep flexing before it relaxed and he settled further into the pillow.

“Fell off a pony,” Jake said, a smirk curling at his mouth.

“And here I thought you were smart enough not to get on a horse when you wanted to fly,” Bradley said, kissing against the mark again before shifting closer, Jake’s knee resting against his shoulder as Bradley ran fingers over his thigh.

“No, darlin’. Not a horse, a pony.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Hell, yeah, there’s a difference. I was six at a county fair and was ridin’ this pony that was barely tall enough to hit my Mama’s hip, going in a goddamn circle and bawling my eyes out because I was so terrified. The goddamn thing snorted and shook it’s head and I had to get off according to my Mama and so I got off but I ended up getting caught up in the saddle and was dragged for what felt like hours but was apparently only a second before the ride operator got me. But it was enough to catch my leg on somethin’ and cut it up.”

Bradley did his best to keep his face straight but he couldn’t at the thought about small, Jake, red faced and crying at the sight of a horse. Jake was trying to look at him, glaring but even he was fighting a smile.

“What sorta cowboy are you?” Bradley murmured, kissing Jake’s thigh as his fingers found nothing but unmarked skin and let Jake’s leg slide off his shoulder so he could brace hands and drop a kiss over the appendix scar he had already kissed before shifting up, his exploration complete.

“The kind that grew up in suburban Texas,” Jake replied, hooking an arm around Bradley’s neck and pulling him close. “Which you well know.”

“I do,” Bradley said, remembering the two-story house with the white picket fence, two happily married parents, an aging golden retriever and two siblings, all married with screaming kids who didn’t quite understand who Bradley was to Jake, but loved Uncle Jake enough that Bradley was deemed cool. “I’ll keep your secret.”

“It’s not a secret,” Jake said, laughing as he always did whenever someone tried to pretend he was some sort of cowboy. Before Bradley could respond, Jake rolled them, settling into the cradle of Bradley’s hips and he leaned down, pressing his mouth against the scars on Bradley’s jaw. “My turn.”

Bradley lifted his chin. “You know that story.”

“I’m gonna know them all by the time I’m done with you.”

Bradley grinned and closed his eyes, settling back against the pillow. “Have at it, baby.”

[resqectable]

You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens.

Mandy Hale

[thoughtkick]

Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.

Mandy Hale

[quotefeeling]

Stop giving people power to control your smile, your worth, and your attitude.

Mandy Hale

[perfectquote]

Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone’s heart.

Mandy Hale