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[cardierreh15]

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[kanene-yaaay]

Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans.  ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

                              [~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did. 

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman’s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it. 

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup  brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact. 

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

    “Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot? 

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it. 

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.  

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses 

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~] 

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit. 

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over. 

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!” 

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence. 

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.

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The Agreement (Part 2.)

Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader

Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I’m giving you the juice guys👀. Hope you all enjoy this! I would appreciate it if you comment, reblog or send a feedback!❤️

My tag list is open for this series!

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol

Part 1.

“Tom.” Your mind was hazy, you tried your best to resist this, but holy shit you wanted this since forever.

“How about I suggest something to you darling?”

“Suggest?! Dear Lord am I really going to accept that suggestion.” The voice inside your head spoke, making you anxious.

You weren’t ready for this situation that happened all of a sudden.

Are you really in for a drunk one time thing?

Absolutely not.

But wasn’t that what you wanted?

Yes. Not like this, but yes.

“God get yourself together, maybe Tom really was right when he said that I need to loosen up a bit.” You continued, hoping that he couldn’t hear the thoughts that were literally screaming in your mind.

“What do you say darling?” Tom’s hoarse voice brought you back to reality.

“Can you repeat that please?” You asked.

His lips were brushing over your earlobe as he chuckled quietly, sending shivers up and down your spine.

Now I see why every freaking girl is crazy about him.

He knows what he’s doing.

“I said..” He started again, moving the strand of your hair behind you ear, “We are best friends right?”

You nodded, eyes now fixed on his.

“And ya know, friends help each other.” He stated.

“I said, what about we be each other’s relief?” His eyebrow rose up, trying to say “what do you think then?”

You knew what this meant.

Friends with benefits? Could you really keep up with that?

You would basically be like the other girls around college, but for more nights.

God that sounded disgusting.

“Come on Y/N this is once in a lifetime. You could have amazing sex and still your best friend by your side, and at least you’re doing it with someone you know.” Your mind having a monologue again, now making you more and more sure that you’re going to say yes.

“Tom I..” You tried to form a sentence, but the alcohol and anxiety got mixed together, creating a stuttering mess.

“You know love, just sex, whenever you need me and whenever I need you.” He said.

“We can set some rules if you want to, but later because I just want to feel you already.”

His palms were squeezing your bum, and light kisses were pressed near your ear.

The heath was rushing not just to your cheeks but downstairs as well.

Fuck this I haven’t had some good time in a while, I’m in.

“So, gonna answer me love? Are you going to let me pleasure you?” His teeth sank into your neck, receiving a croaky moan from you.

“Shit, yes. I want this.” You answered, grinding your hips innocently against his.

He didn’t need to hear more, his hands gripped your hips bringing your torso as close as he could to his.

His lips attacked yours, the make out that was full of lust got faster and hotter.

You were whining in his mouth, hungry for more. His hands would caress your inner thighs, his thumbs extremely close to your now dripping heath.

“Bedroom?” He broke the kiss, still holding the nape of your neck.

“Mhm.” You uttered, bringing your lips back to his swollen ones.

“So eager already.” Tom’s voice and laugh ringed through your ears.

He stood up with you in his arms, your arms around his broad shoulders and in his messy hair.

Your heart was a beating chaos. This wasn’t you, but hey maybe trying something new wouldn’t hurt.

Maybe.

Tom was fast, stripping out of his clothes so he could focus on you only.

You saw him a million times shirtless, but goddam his toned chest and muscles were making you currently flustered.

“To much clothes, don’t you think love?” His hands slid inside your shirt, teasing your underboob.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, wanting to feel his fingers on your erect nipples.

His hand went down to the band of your shorts, sliding them down awfully slow.

Tom wanted to explore every part of your body, however the throbbing in his pants didn’t allow that, distracting him majorly.

He was going crazy from the view in front of him.

The image of you with your legs in the air, begging him for more haunted him for a while, and now it would finally come true.

You got in the meantime rid of your shirt, now waiting for Tom to leave you both only in your underwear.

The alcohol pumped through your blood, making you more confident than ever.

Your hands were roaming your body, finally coming to your breasts.

The pad of your thumb circled around your hard nipple, forming a moan in your throat.

“You’re a naughty one, aren’t you Y/N?” Tom needed to slide a comment. How could he not after seeing you play with yourself?

He’s gonna fuck you so hard.

“Just do something, please Tom.” You managed to mumble.

Tom’s hand made his way to your core, placing his palm there, cupping your clothed pussy.

The feeling of you dripping already, staining your little panties was a pure bliss for Tom.

“My, my, my…” He began with a smirk on his face, “This wet just for me? You are gonna make me fucking explode love.”

The dirty talk.

He did it on purpose, always wanting to hear them beg for more.

“Stay still love, and tell me what do you want.” He began to rub your clothed clit, eyeing your breasts and your fingers that were playing with them.

Your eyes were closed, your back arched, waiting for any kind of touch.

“I-I need you.” You half whispered, trying to move your hips closer to him, only to get stopped by his hands that pinned you down.

“Come on love, I think you can do better than that right? Are you going to be a good pet and tell me what you desire?” His thumb going down to your entrance, sliding up and down a few times.

My God you were falling apart.

He knew you were a fucking goddess under all of those school clothes.

Before you could answer he sneaked his finger inside of your panties, coming in contact with your wetness, teasing the shit out of you.

“Oh crap Tommy, need you inside of me. Need you to fill me up. Please.” You pleaded, sweetly.

“Did you really said that Y/N?! Never knew you had that in yourself.” Your mind active once again.

You tried to push away the thoughts, to enjoy this much wanted moment.

“Since you asked so nicely, I need to grant your wish for sure.” He laughed, peeling off his boxers, freeing his hard member.

You lifted yourself up, observing his naked body.

“Oh don’t be awkward now Y/N, show him that you’re not a dull one.”

Your knees were on the mattress, his abs flexing from the touch of your fingertips that brushed down to his cock.

“Bloody hell..” He muttered, closing his eyes, “As much as I want to feel your sweet mouth on me I-shit.. need to leave that for another time.” Tom’s sentences were a mess after you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him a few times and leaving kisses on his abs.

You wanted to tease him a bit more, stroking his red tip, smearing the precum.

“You gonna tease me? I don’t think so darling.” He got himself together, pressing you down on the bed.

“Open your legs for me, I want to see you.”

You obeyed him, spreading you legs wide open.

Tom was still convinced that this is all a dream.

That he was probably drunk, horny and now having a sex dream about you.

“Tommy..” Your voice made him so weak.

He wanted to hear his name on repeat coming from you.

To scream it before you cum, so everyone knows who is making you feel this way.

Tom loved the feeling of your body that was writhing beneath him. He loved how vocal you were, never wanting this moment to end.

“Condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

His tip glided up and down from your clit to your entrance.

He took his time, entering you steadily.

The warmth and tightness of your walls made him growl, clutching your legs harder from the pleasure you were giving him.

“Christ, you are bloody amazing.” He said, placing his arms near your head to hover over your body.

His lips crushed into yours for another heated make out.

The movements became faster and rougher, his arms pushing your legs to your chest to go as deep as he could.

Both of you were moaning in unison, enjoying the mutual pleasure.

“On your knees love, want to see your beautiful ass while I fuck you.” He commanded, slapping your ass once when you were turning around.

“I really turned you on huh? Look at you you’re leaking. Fucking amazing.”

“Ah, shit Tom.” You cursed as he slipped into you.

You were feeling so full.

He gripped your hair, slamming into you rapidly.

“Who knew you were this dirty love. I guess I was wrong about you being boring. You just needed someone who can show you a good time. Isn’t that right love?” He asked, pressing his chest on your back.

“Oh fucking helll, yes. Yes that’s right.” You cried into the sheets, grasping them tightly.

He smiled into your shoulder, kneading your breast, pinching the sensitive nipple.

You were almost near the edge, squeezing around him uncontrollably. His hand found its way to your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles over it, only to feel you shake around him.

“I-Tom, please don’t stop. I’m so close.” You begged, arching your back.

“Go on love, I can feel you squeezing me. Let go, cum for me.” His words made you come undone in a second, with him helping you to ride out your orgasm.

“Fuuuuck.” You groaned loudly.

“That’s it, Gosh you look heavenly when you cum, can’t wait to see that every day.”

His thrusts became sloppy, he sneaked his arm around your stomach and one on your shoulder to pound into you harder.

He pulled out, jerking his cock.

The thick ropes of his cum covered your back and ass, making you squeal from the feeling.

The room was filled with your grunts, heavy breathing and the smell of sex.

Tom made his way to the bathroom for a washcloth to clean himself and you.

“This was…” He began, still breathing heavily.

“Something new.” You added, rolling under the sheets to hide your body.

“Yeah.” The silence was eating you up now.

God what now? Is everything going to be totally awkward from now on? Is he going to leave like he does normally?

To many questions calm down Y/N.

“Can I stay for the night?” His question threw you off the tracks.

Well he stayed in your apartment a thousand times, but when things weren’t like this.

Doesn’t he usually leave after this?

“Maybe he is just tired and wants to stay, don’t be stupid he doesn’t do feelings. And you shouldn’t involve yours you know he would never love you in that way.” You overthought again.

Yes, he is tired that’s all.

“Of course.” You answered, standing up to put on a shirt and make your way to the couch.

“Hey where are you going?”

“Um on the couch? You can take my bed it’s not a problem really.” You said softly, fumbling the hem of your shirt.

“Don’t be stupid Y/N. We slept in the same bed since we were little, you don’t need to be shy now.”

“I-I guess so.”

“You want to talk about this a little?” He asked, as the two of you got under the sheets.

“Sure.” Your eyes were glued to his side profile, admiring every detail of his face.

“Did you ever do something like this?”

“Not really.”

“How you mean not really?” He chuckled, turning his head to face you.

“Well I did have sex..but with a friend and for a long time, no.”

“It’s okay. You know that you’re my best friend right?” He asked you once again tonight.

Best friend. Right.

“Yes..”

“And I mean you’re attractive as fuck honestly.”

“Oh c’mon now, you’re just trying to get in my pants.” You laughed, leaning your forehead on his bare shoulder.

“I already did.”

“Jerk.” You slapped him on the arm.

“Okay, now for real. I just wanted to say if you really want to, we could be like this friends with benefits thing. You know.” He began.

“We’re friends, there are no feelings involved between the two of us so it makes it easier don’t you think? But we can both pleasure each other when we feel the need to.”

No feelings my ass.

Dear God I want this more than anything.

Can I really put the feelings aside?

Hope so.

“Yeah, I agree. You know at least I’m doing this with you, not a stranger.” You said.

“That’s what I was saying. And at the end of the day we still be friends, doing things that we usually do.” Tom stated, flashing a smile to you.

“True.” You smiled back at him.

“So, want to talk about some ‘rules’. I mean just so we don’t get confused.”

“Absolutely. I guess first one is no feelings right?” You sat up, turning your gaze to his as he did the same.

“Yes, but that won’t be tough we’re besties, however if it happens we need to tell each other, so we can stop it okay?”

Uh-oh.

“Got it.”

“We can have sex with other people, you can have relationships and that stuff, me as well but you know I’m not interested in that so I’m sticking with the first thing.”

“Absolutely, I’m not gonna be with your ass only.” You joked, receiving an eye roll from Tom.

“Okay, so we’re keeping this a secret, even from our friends and your brothers.” You spoke.

“Sure, anything else?” Tom asked.

“We still do our movie nights right?”

“Definitely, we’re doing everything we’ve done since now.” He laughed, embracing you in a hug.

“Okay deal.” You extended your hand to seal the deal.

“Deal.” He took your hand shaking it once.

“Now let’s sleep, I’m tired, half drunk, and my head is pounding.” You added, sinking down to adjust yourself to go to sleep.

“Yeah, we both need it after this night.” He lay down, turning his back to yours.

“Good night Tom.”

“Night love.”

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May Angel Fish Awards

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go.

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE MAY’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis 

The Things We Don’t Believe In by @thecleverdame 

This series has more drama than a soap opera! It’s an ABO Sam AU where the Winchesters own a huge company and are stupidly rich. Then Sam meets his true mate, who is working at a grungy bar as a bartender. Worlds collide, and not in a good way! This is a great story well told and everyone should read it!

What Lies Beneath by @thewhiterabbit42

It took me through most of my first reading of this one shot to figure out what’s going on (because I’m slow on the uptake, sometimes), but once I did... WOW! I had to go back and read it all again to appreciate it! No spoilers, but this is an awesome idea well executed and everyone should read it!!

On My Mind by @girl-next-door-writes 

This is SO CUTE!! I love me some flustered Sam, and this is cute, flustered Sam at his best. So freaking adorable!

Nominated by @risingphoenix761 

Blood in Bed by @slytherkins 

There aren’t nearly enough Drowley fics out there, and this one hasn’t gotten nearly the attention it deserves. Tara has a gift for snark, which is a must-have for writing Crowley, and she nails demon!Dean with smug, cocky finesse. A nice, cheeky, angsty look into what could have happened while they were howling at the moon, and an appropriately moody ending. I love the banter. I love the pining. I need more people to read this! 

Just a Bug by @impala-dreamer

This was a surprise, even with what I’ve come to expect from Beka. It’s short and sweet with a shot of blech and so fluffy. So fluffy!!

When In Rome by @slytherkins 

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: there aren’t enough Drowley fics to be had. Which makes this one twice as satisfying! Tara nails Crowley being Crowley and it’s glorious, but what really blew me away here was Dean. Holy smokes! I didn’t know whether I wanted him to keep fighting or give in, his perception was so well handled. It would have been very easy to get something wrong with his character here, but that never happened. And read the warnings for sure… This one’s DARK.

Nominated by @emilyshurley 

Dear Dean by @purpleskiesandcherrypies 

I don’t have enough words to describe how much I adore this fic. At first i wasn’t sure if I would like a WWII story but I fell in love with how cute Bambi and Dean are together.

Nominated by @manawhaat

Dear Readers (drabble) by @atc74​

THESE. WORDS. ARE. SO. IMPORTANT.

This is not only a very believable letter to readers from Journalist!Jared, but it’s also something so JARED in character. The message, the sentiment, the way he’s so open with the fandom, how encouraging he is...all of that incredible shit that Jared is is echoed in this letter. It’s so well done and so beautifully honest. The message in this is so important, and I really hope that it can be shared so people can see it.

Lost In The World (drabble) by @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

This is short and sweet and meaningful. Dad!Dean is always a thing that tugs at my heart strings, and the kind of hope and strength he portrays in this, even if it’s quiet and coupled with worry and uncertainty, is so Dean and so important for people struggling with mental illness. Finding hope, solace, and comfort in fanfiction is a powerful thing, and that light and support shines through in this sweet little gem! 

Insomnia (oneshot) by @rowdyhooliganism

This is one of the sexiest Benny fics, hell, one of THE sexiest fics I’ve read in a while. There’s wit and sass and an undeniable pull and tension between them. The heightened vamp senses and the way they play into this kills me. I’m a sucker for a big fucker and the way Benny is portrayed in this really showcases the big brute’s size. Seriously, it’s just fucking good so go read it okay?

Tell Sam (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

I’m a slut for dubcon, for rough!Winchesters, and this portrayal of purgatory!Dean really fucking delivers on so many levels. Rhi’s characterization is spot on, as always, and it all feels so dangerous and gritty. It’s painful and scary and heartbreaking and riveting and makes you feel guilty for wanting it so badly. 

Nominated by @fictionalabyss 

The Broom Is Not A Toy by @sorenmarie87 

When the idea for it hit me,  I was so happy to hand it off to her and see what she could do, and she didn’t disappoint with it. Adorable panda cubs refusing to let Dean just do his work? perfect. I really want to join in on the panda habitat fun now.

Love Shouldn’t Hurt by @sorenmarie87 

HEED THE WARNINGS. It’s a tough subject, the likes of which we don’t normally see from Dawn, but she did great with it. I had the pleasure of being her beta for this piece, and it not only came out fantastic, but really shows her growth as a writer.

You’re Mine by @coffee-obsessed-writer 

I happened across this one this morning and damn near died. It’s so well written and I’ve never wanted a dom!Jensen more in my life.

Nominated by @wi-deangirl77 

Standing Here by @plaidstiel-wormstache 

I want to nominate this fic by @plaidstiel-wormstache because she does something wonderful with the age old trope of someone pining for the person they can’t seem to have. It’s brilliantly written and incorporates the perfect song to encapsulate the theme of the fic. It’s all the angst, but it’s beautiful angst.

Nominated by @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish 

His Property (series) by @negans-lucille-tblr 

What can I say about this story other than it’s freaking amazing?! I binged the first five chapters before I got added to the tag list and as I said AMAZING! Love the way the characters are being written and the change in POVs is being handled beautifully! Keep up the fantastic work and I can’t wait to see where this story goes! 

House of the Rising Sun (series) by @kittenofdoomage 

Oh. My. Gosh. What can I say about this story except that I will be rereading it and reblogging it to explain just how much I love it. The first time I read it I truly forgot to hit reblog (because I am a horrible person) but I was so lost in the story and the intricate world that had been woven by dark queen Rhi that the real world kind of escaped me. Please accept my most humble apologies.

Check and Mate by @kittenofdoomage 

WOW! I’ve been on a dark!Sam kick lately so this story is perfection!! I loved everything about it, I don’t even think I could narrow it down to a favorite part, although, “bathe in the rivers of destruction” is a brilliant line!

Outside the Iron by @kittenofdoomage 

As I told Rhi “who gave you the right to give me this many feels?! I am not ok and was not expecting to feel this much so early in the morning, so, ya, thanks for that. But really, that was a freaking **work of art** and I loved every word of it! She is a freaking genius writer and everything she writes gives me some kind of feels.

Bed of Roses (series) by @crispychrissy 

What doesn’t this fic have?  mob fic (a personal favorite of mine)? check. most genres of fan fic? check. a kick butt reader that I dream of being? check. spot on characterization? check. Basically a recipe for an amazing story, which it is!

You’re Mine by @coffee-obsessed-writer 

This was so good in oh so many ways! Love me some Dom!Jensen and this story is great as a stand alone or a great intro to a (mini) series. Not sure what the author has in mind but I am happy either way.

The Mobster’s Girl (series) by @fictionalabyss 

I have been following this series for a long time and have loved seeing the journey of the reader and Sam, both separately and together. I think my personal favorite would be the original Mobster’s Girl set, seeing Sam try to win her over, and then eventually just exert himself as the mobster he is was fantastic.

Songs of a Caged Bird by @manawhaat 

I love a good twisted Winchesters story and Mana did a fan-freakin-tastic job of portraying the boys as twisted while still keeping them in character. Her portrayal of them just felt so spot on to me and I just adore this fic!

The Moonlight ‘Verse (series) by @thecleverdame [link is to George’s masterlist where you can find the links to all of the parts)

So many good stories in this 'verse but A History of Violence Parts 1 & 2 are my two favorites because everybody gets a little bit sassy and that’s always fun! The characters and the settings are very well written and I enjoy reading anything written by George!

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

As with the BFAs, these are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!