also an excuse to look at dylan's face for half an hour

Kings and Queens. {Chapter 2}

Summary: Six students, from six different cliques, are trapped in the same room  for Saturday detention. They cannot stand one another, but find that they are not all that different. Inspired by The Breakfast Club (1985), characters from Sarah J Maas’ Throne of Glass series.

Author’s Note: First of all, I reached 1k followers this week. That, and all the love I’ve received for this fic, have really lifted my spirits! You all are wonderful, and I love that you love this story! I hope you enjoy chapter two!

You can find previous chapters here.


Aelin.

8:10 a.m.

I had been there for ten minutes and I already felt as if I would explode.

Maybe it was the fact that I was locked in a room for the next eight hours, or maybe it was the fact that I was locked in a room for the next eight hours with him.

Havilliard High was large enough that I rarely saw him, and when I did, I quickly turned the other way. Being locked with him, though, after doing everything in my power to ignore him for the last two years….

Aedion kept scribbling down notes on a sheet of loose leaf paper that said things like, Are you okay? Or You look like you’re going to vomit.

I needed to find a way out.

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Like She’s Mine (part four) - Stiles Stilinski

wow i got such immediate feedback when i posted part three guys, I thought my phone would literally blow up ur all amazing xx

part one
part two
part three

warnings: swearing, pregnancy, sadness, lots of time jumping i hope it’s not too confusing


PART FOUR (august)

“SHIT!” I screamed, whipping the apron over my head, and quickly untying it from behind my back.  Allison came running into the store from the back room.

“What? What? What’s going on?” She asked.

“Can you drive me to the airport?” I asked, hanging up the apron and checking my hair in my phone’s camera.

“Sure when-”

“Now” I said.  Allison’s eyes widened.

“N-now-?”

“Stiles is flying out today” I begged.  “Please, please, if Lou catches us, I swear Alli, I will cover for you, I will tell her it’s all my fault, please let me say goodbye” Allison sighed, bouncing on her foot for a moment.  The undoing the knot of her apron.

Fine.  But you owe me coffee for a week”

“Deal!”

The car ride to the airport was ten minutes.  It was 4:15 now, and Stiles left at 4:30.  My legs were shaking, no, my whole body was shaking.

“Alli, when I next see him, I will have had a baby” Allison parked the car, and looked down at her phone.

“y/n we’ve got six minutes!” She yelled.  We ran out of the car and sprinted through the airport.  “What gate!?” Allison yelled.

“15b!” I said back.  

“y/n we’re not going to make it on time!”

“Yes we will!” I was panting.  Just as we passed 15a, I could see him.  The tall boy with messy soft brown hair.  He was turning, looking everywhere.  A blue paper in his hand, and bags by his feet.  “Stiles!” I yelped, and he spun to look at me.

“y/n!” He called back.  I ran faster until I jumped and was in is arms.  My legs were around his waist and he held me tightly against him.  “I thought you weren’t coming” He cried into my hair.  I shook my head, pulling back and looking at him.  I stood flat on my feet, my arms still wound around his neck.

“Of course I came of course” I cupped his face between my hands for a moment, before letting them fall to his shoulders.  “I couldn’t let you leave me for a year without saying goodbye Stiles”

“If you tell me right now, I’ll stay I swear I’ll figure something else-”

“No, no Stiles I’ve told you all summer this is what you were meant for” You said, rubbing his shoulders slightly.  “And you’re gonna come back next summer, and you’re gonna have the first step of becoming a detective done” I wiped my eyes and stared at him.  “Stiles, I know I’ve told you a thousand times but I’m so incredibly proud of you, this is what you’ve always wanted, and you’ve actually achieved it.  You’ve done amazing, really” He hugged me again tight, and I silently cried, not wanting him to know how much it really hurt.

“Promise me you’ll keep in touch” I nodded.

“Of course”

“And when I come back we’ll pick right back up”

“Stiles it’s not a long distance relationship” I said, laughing through a breath.

“But it is, I just don’t want anything to change” I closed my eyes tight, buying my face further against him.

“Then it won’t” I hummed.

“Take care of Scott for me, Allison can’t handle him on her own” I chuckled slightly, and pulled away, seeing Stiles laugh quietly too.  The brunette a few feet behind me smiled bashfully, and walked up to us.

“Now boarding flight six to DC!”

“That’s you” I said softly, gesturing to the gate.

“Yeah that’s me” He responded.  I hugged him once more, and he squeezed me so tight I almost feared for the baby.  I could tell Allison practically read my mind.

“Alright alright me too” She said quickly, and Stiles released me to give her a hurried side hug.

“Miss you Stilinski”

“You too Argent” He looked at me again, and I gave a small wave.

“I’ll see you later Stiles” I said softly.  He waved back, putting on his backpack, picking up his duffel, and extending the handle of his suitcase.

“You better keep in touch with me y/n”

“Promise” I said, crossing an x over my heart.  I watched as he turned and walked up to the gate, handing the man at the desk his blue ticket.  The man stamped it, handed it back to him, and Stiles made his way onto the plane.  Tears welled in my eyes again.

“Oh, honey” Allison came forward, wrapping her arms around me, and hugging me gently.  “You’ve got me and Scott” She whispered as I cried onto her shoulder.  “We’ll take good care of you” She murmured.  “Whatever you need, we’re here for you, always” I nodded, holding my arms tight around her.  “I told you once how much I loved you and I’m going to give you the support you need, and I still will, I always will”

“Thank you, Allison”


FOUR MONTHS LATER (december)

Apparently, you become a whale six months into a pregnancy.  Yes, of course I knew I’d inflate like a blimp, but god, this was ridiculous.  I gave all my converse and any boots I had to tie to Allison and Lydia.  I couldn’t bend over to tie laces anymore.  My life was quite restricted these days.  Sleeping on my back every night.  No more long showers, my feet would hurt.  I gave up on fashion, because god knows nothing cute fit, and maternity clothes were too expensive to deal with.  I lived in sweats.  I barely went out, too nervous someone would recognize me.  After I found out that I was having a girl, I told Lou about the pregnancy. I was now on maternity leave.

Did I mention I got that apartment? It’s nice, because it’s basically a tiny house.  One floor, and a few rooms.  Two bedrooms, two baths, a nice kitchen connected to the dining room, and a pretty spacious living room.  It wasn’t overly expensive, but it put a slight dent in my bank account.  But once I get the ball rolling, get my job back, and stop having to take thirty pills a day, then I’ll be back on my feet.  Hopefully I can see them at the end of all of this.

Allison and I have been looking through many files of parents who want to adopt.  Here and there I’ll see a nice looking family, but it just never seemed good enough.  I wanted the best for my little girl. and as bitter as it sounds, a family could have five stars, but the mother’s smile could be just slightly downturned, and I’d throw the file away.  Allison would give me a look, but she never mentioned the way I judged the new parents of my child.

I mean, their child, that I was just carrying.

“Honey I’m home!” Allison called with a giggle as she entered the apartment.  She didn’t really live here, but when she wasn’t staying at home or with Scott, you’d find her here.  I smiled and waved from where I lay on my back on the couch.  She set her purse down at the kitchen table and kicked her shoes off by the door.  “How was the day?” The brunette asked.  I barely saw her walking into the kitchen.

“You look nice” I said as I caught a glimpse of her navy blue skirt and red short sleeved knit sweater.  A short sleeved sweater.  Only Alli could make it look normal.

“Yeah I’m going out with Scott tonight, just went on a tiny shopping spree” She said, coming into the living room with a glass of water in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other.  “I’m eating your cookies by the way” She announced, mouth already full.  I shrugged, rubbing my hands over my belly.

“They only sounded good for an hour.  I ate one and was satisfied” I asid.  Allison grinned.

“Good, cause there’s like ten left and they’re really good” i smiled and waved my hand dismissively.

‘Thanks, they’re all yours” I said, and she jumped slightly.  I shook my head as the water came out of her glass and droplets fell onto the carpet.

“Sorry-”

“It’s just water” I said, waving my hand again.

“So how’s baby Allison?” She asked, walking closer and inspecting my stomach.

“We’re not naming her that- we’re not naming her at all” I half scolded, dragging my hands down my face.  Allison frowned.

“Why not? What have we got to lose?”

“Because when you name something, you get attached.  Personally, I can’t afford to get attached to her, so we’re not naming her” Allison sighed.

“Fine” She said, taking another bite from her cookie.  “But I’m still calling her Allison” I rolled my eyes.

“Can you do me a favor and hand me my phone?” I asked, reaching my hand out towards the coffee table where it sat, just out of reach.  Allison nodded, giving it to me.  Five missed texts.  Two from Lydia, one from Stiles.

“I’m gonna go do my hair” Allison announced, heading to the bathroom as I went through my messages.

Lydia: heya girly! How’s the little girly
Lydia: (also don’t tell Alli but her name would have been Lydia, not Allison)

I rolled my eyes.  Don’t they get I can’t keep her? She can’t be named.  I clocked on Stiles’ chat.

Stiles: morning sunshine
Stiles: you’re probably sleeping.  You have been a lot lately I hope you’re not up all night on your internet college
Stiles: I miss you I wish you were here.  Wanna ft later?

I texted back. Saying I was busy with work today, and that I wouldn’t be able to catch a long enough break.  He responded immediately.

Stiles: that means we’re texting all night then, I hope you’ve got K cups left cause you’ll need the caffeine.

I told him that it sounded good, and I’d mark it down in my schedule.  Then again saying that he should get back to class because I knew he was sneaking his phone.

After that I just scrolled through my social media.  Not a lot was there, seeing that I’d just done this a few hours ago, but hey, it was a way to pass the time.  I’d already finished my online classes for the day, and grew bored.  Not a lot for a pregnant girl to do.  Just lay down, watch tv, marvel at how large I’ve gotten, shower shortly, cry while eating ice cream, and pass out randomly.

At least I wasn’t puking anymore.

Eventually I’d gotten myself off the couch, and walked back to my room.  I sunk into the bed, and stuck my feet out in the air.  I laughed to myself at the fact I could only see the blue toes.  Allison painted them last week much to my protests.  She didn’t think that me saying ‘I can’t see them what’s the point?’ was a liable excuse not to do it.  But I chuckled as I continued rocking, sticking my feet out over and over and laughing bitterly.

I did this until I felt a slight pushing sensation in my stomach.  My eyes widened, and a small smile pulled on my lips.  I held my hands over my stomach, feeling another push.

It was a kick.

“You like that Madi?” I asked softly, lifting my shirt just enough to show the skin of my stomach.  I rose my feet again and quickly dropped them, earning another kick.  Tears welled in my eyes.  My little girl was kicking.  My little Madison…

“Hey y/n did you move the hair dry-” Allison walked in, hands holding a towel as she quickly rubbed her hair with it.  I froze, staring at her practically petrified.  She gave me a knowing smile, and crossed her arms.  She looked at me like she just found out my biggest secret.

“I thought we weren’t getting attached?” I whimpered, hanging my head down in my hands.

Shit.


TWO MONTHS LATER (february)

“ALLISON DRIVE FASTER!” I screamed from the backseat of her car.

Okay, rewind to a few hours ago.

Allison was eating lunch with Scott, he’d swung by my apartment to pick her up, and I promptly stayed back in my room so he wouldn’t see my baby bump.  Which was actually more like fucking jupiter now.  But I still hollered a goodbye and told them to have a nice time.  I’d laid in the living room, reading a magazine on Brad and Angelina’s divorce, when suddenly-

“Did I just piss myself?” I muttered in embarrassment.  Two seconds later I could’ve sworn someone grabbed my intestines and ripped them out.  Oh no.

I’d hastily but shakily dialed Allison’s number, and told her to get me now.

“Now- now you’re having the baby?” She stuttered.  I could hear Scott yelling in the background but I was freaking out too much to care.

“Yes now and I NEED you to come drive me to the hospital!” I was crying now as the pain of the contractions just worsened.  There was a few muffled whispered that I barely caught wind off, but again I was too hurt to care if Scott knew.

“y/n, y/n we’re getting in the car right now it’s all going to be okay we’re on our way” Allison said calmly.  I could hear the smile in her voice.

“O-okay”

“You want me to stay in the phone with you?” I nodded, before realizing she couldn’t see me.

“Ye-yeah yes please yes”

She continued to coo to me, telling me it would be okay, and how there was just a few more moments before she would be here.  I never really responded, I was crying to hard and groaning to much.  I could tell it made her since but she kept her soft tone and sweet words.

I was halfway for passing out when she burst into the apartment, and the world was in slow motion around me.  Allison was grinning, as was Scott but he had eyes that held more questions than I had answers for.  

“Stay awake, stay awake it’s okay” Allison’s arms wound around me, leading me out of the room and out of the apartment.

“Hurts-” I whined.

“Shh… shh it’s okay” I don’t really remember getting into the car.

The next thing I was conscious of was a man in a white coat setting me down into a wheelchair.  He asked me a question I didn’t quite hear, and I looked to Allison.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” She said to me.  “He’s asking if you want me there” I nodded.

“Please” I whispered.  Allison smiled and nodded back, quietly giving me an ‘of course’ and walking with me as I was wheeled into a room.

Screaming, a lot of screaming I almost thought I was going to die.  It legitimately felt like every bone in my body was breaking.

“y/n, y/n we just need you to take deep breaths, and push”

I didn’t even remember getting onto the cot, or holding onto Allison’s hand but I realized when she yelped.  I squeezed too hard.

“S-sorry” I panted.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re doing great” She assured, squeezing my hand as well.

I think in the three hours it took, I scarred Allison in ways that were irreversible.  The doctors and horde of nurses took my baby to the nursery while I rested.  Allison was sat in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs next to me, still holding my hand on the mattress.

“Does it feel better now?” She asked softly, holding a cool wet rag against my head.  

“Hell yes.  Don’t ever have kids, adopt mine” I chuckled, then felt a pang of regret in my chest.

“What?” Allison asked, brows furrowing in worry.  I raised a brow in silent question.  “You just looked like you were thinking, the hurting kind of thinking” Her fingers stroked gently over the back of my hand.

“Does… does it make me a bad person? Giving away a child?” Allison pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

“No.  If you truly believe you can’t give her the life we know she deserves, then no, it makes you a responsible person” I bit my lip, and her brows furrowed again.  “y/n look-”

“Miss l/n” We looked up to the door, seeing a nurse from earlier in blue scrubs, and holding a pink bundle of blankets.  “I have your baby here, would you like to hold her?” Yes.  But I didn’t answer right away, just continued to think about whether or not I was doing the right thing.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a sweet smile, as though saying I could choose what I wanted to do.  The woman stood patiently, beginning to softly rock my little girl.

“Yes please” I answered her so quietly I was sure she didn’t hear me, but sure enough she smiled widely and came over to me, carefully placing her in my arms.  Tears grew in my eyes as I looked down at her.  She was beautiful.

She had Theo’s light eyes, but hers a much brighter blue.  Her nose was a tiny button, and her skin was fair.  I could tell her hair would grow to be like mine.

“Wow” Allison whispered next to me, and Madi- the baby’s- eyes went to her.  Instantly she giggled a small hiccup of a laugh, and held her arm out towards my face.  I admit, I cried when I reached my finger to her and she clasped her small hand around it.

“Allison she’s… she’s beautiful” I cried in a whimper.  “Is Scott still here?” I asked, rocking my girl back and forth slightly.

“Yeah, he’s waiting in the hall” She told me.

“You can let him in” I said with a small smile.

“You sure?” I nodded, and Allison stood swiftly and left the room nearly silently.

“Hi Madi” I said softly, smiling down at the girl about to fall asleep in my hold.  “You’re a beautiful little girl” I told her.  “I wish I could have more time with you, I know you’re going to be such a great kiddo” More tears fell down my face, and her smile fell.  She gave my finger a squeeze that was feather light, but noticeable.  “I hope one day-one day-” I choked.  “You’ll let me s-see you” The door opened again, and Allison was smiling, talking with her hands.

“Oh Scott she’s just ador- y/n?” Allison saw me crying and hurried over.  “Hey, hey honey what’s wrong?” She asked.  But I shook my head, unsure of the words to say.  “Hey…. shh it’s okay” She cooed softly, petting my hair, then petting my child’s bald head.  I could see Scott growing closer.  He smiled gently at me, and it was like we were at a silent understanding.  “y/n? What’s going on?” I sniffled, stroking the backs of my fingers against Madi’s face.

“I can’t give her away Alli” I said, tears still rushing down my face.  “I can’t give my little girl away”


drumroll please! aaaaaannndddd BOOM.  CONFLICT!

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also @celestial-writing bc shes my boo AND the baby is named after her cute ass *muah* :)

Terrified [DK // One Shot Imagine]

Trigger Warnings: Adult language, Ablest Slurs, Cheating and some alluded to – Intimate Situations.

Listen Along With Me – Song(s) I Listened To As I Created This: Terrified by Katharine McPhee and Zachary Levi. [A friend introduced me to this song over the previous weekend, and I couldn’t help but dig out my notebook and start plotting out the story.] 

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Author’s Notes: Alright guys, here’s the one shot I started working on at the same time I wrapped up Part 1 of TJE. I figured that this will be a nice little ditty to hold some people over, in the meantime while everyone waits for me to finish Part 2 of TJE. This one shot will be sort of angsty at first, and fluffy towards the end. 

Synopsis: 

After experiencing your first heartbreak and betrayal from your now ex-boyfriend, your best friend of 18 years whom you had stopped speaking to –suddenly appears at your door and takes you out for your favorite pass time: star-gazing. While reconnecting with him, you start to understand that he has his own secrets to hide. However what you learn in the end, is different than anything else you could have ever prepared for.

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Workspace Part 6

A/N: So, as always I am very very very late on posting this. It was 7 pages in google docs. It’s 4 in the morning and have proof read this once. I don’t think I need to say it but I will anyways. There’s probably lots of typos. I’m not sure where I was going with this but the next part more than likely will be the last. We shall see. Lastly, this Dave gif thoughhhhh !

Warning: Rough and Unprotected sex. (NSFW 18+)

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


My hands tangle and twist in his hair as he pounds into me. He’s holding me up, a hand under each leg, as I’m pressed against the wall. Our breathing feels the room and it’s making it warmer than it was a few minutes ago. His khakis are pooled at his feet, his belt clattering with each thrust of his hips. The sound of fabric rubbing against fabric in an almost teasing motion was turning the both of us on like crazy. Stiles nips and kisses up my neck stopping at me ear.

“Come.” He growls the words as he takes my earlobe between his teeth.

I let out a breathy moan as I come, my walls tightening around him.

His thrusts have since become sloppy and I know his release is eminate. I’m proven right when I feel hot liquid fill me.

It’s been like this since that night in the copy room. First, it was make out seshs on our breaks and slight touches underneath tables at lunch. But it quickly turned into fucking in empty offices and more often than not the utility closet.

Which is where we find ourselves currently. I’m flattening out my skirt, which I’ve since been wearing more of almost daily now because of our little rendezvous, and Stiles it tying a knot in the condom that he then slips in his pocket. I walk to the door and crack it open just far enough so I can see through into the hall without being seen. The coast seems clear and I look over my shoulder to tell Stiles. I catch him with his head cocked to the side staring at my ass. He quickly looks at me when I clear my throat to grab his attention, and he’s sure to meet my eyes. I laugh and shake my head.

What a horn-dog.

“You coming or are you going to keep staring at my ass?” I scold but there’s humor in my tone.

He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and blushes, but retorts with his usual wit.

“I’ll take both.”

I laugh.”Maybe tonight, Stilinski.”

I glance out the door once more to insure no one is coming. Work proved to be not enough for the both of us. Eventually, we started making late night trips to each other’s house.

Let me clarify:

  1. Stiles and I are not a thing.
  2. We just do things.
  3. That’s how I want it.

I mean I think…

No I do.

“Uh, I can’t tonight.” He says an angst in his voice. This is new, without out fail one of us ends up at the others house for a booty call. We don’t stay. Just get what we want and go.

I’m not sure what to say so I settle for, “Oh.”

I can’t be mad at him, and I’m not. Mostly, I’m disappointed. Sometimes after we’ve fucked, we’ll lay in bed and talk.

Just talk

About random things.

It’s nice to have that with someone.

He hasn’t met my gaze, and I look out the door a final time still speechless. I open the door and exit into the empty hallway. I start walking, and wait to hear the familiar sound of the utility room door opening behind me. Up a head, someone turns the corner and I swallow hard. I know they won’t expect anything from me, but it might look suspicious for Stiles.

I quicken my pace eager to catch the new comer and distract them knowing any second Stiles would emerge.

Finally catching them I see its Brielle. Big boobs and all.

“Hey Bri.” I smile as I walk past her and turn so she has to do a 180 with her back to the door Stiles will be at.

“Hey Y/N.” She squeaks. Her voice is small and mouse-y.

It’s so annoying.

“Uhhhh, what’s up?” I see Stiles walking to into the hallway.

“Nothing, I was just looking for…” She looks over her shoulder hearing approaching footsteps behind her.

“Stiles!” She grins wildly. He nods to her and to my surprise stops and joins our conversation. I crinkle my brows. There’s an awkward silence and no one is talking.

“Well, I’ve got loads to do.” I say jabbing my thumb over my shoulder.

“Kay, see ya.” She’s not even looking at me, only at Stiles. I narrow my eyes at him wondering why he’s not said anything. I leave the pair there in the hall and round the corner just up ahead.

“I’m so excited for tonight!” I hear Bri almost shriek. I freeze for a second then quickly press my back to the wall close to the corner, eavesdropping.

“Yeah, it should be fun.” Stiles says with a weird tone to his voice. I peek around over the side to see them. Bri has her arms strung around Stiles’s waist, while his rest on her shoulders. A small smile adorns his lips.

My stomach drops.

I clench my teeth hard and I feel my breathing shallow.

“I’ll make it fun.” Her voice comes out low and with a seductive twist in her words.

He chuckles. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Maybe I can give you a sneak peak,” she teases as she pulls him towards the room we recently occupied. And he follows her, shutting the door with a click behind them.


Text Message from Stiles (;

What r u doing?

Sent 11:12pm

That was the fifth text message I’ve gotten from him tonight. My stomach dipped for what seemed like the millionth time that day and I turned my phone face down on the coffee table. I grabbed my glass of wine in its place and sat back sinking further into my couch. I was not prepared for what I saw earlier today and I was thoroughly confused. I wanted one night away from all of it, which included Stiles.

I had finished the bottle before I realized it was raining. It was a light storm, with hints of thunder. I felt the definite dizziness in my head from too much wine, but also freedom. I stood from my perch on the couch and sauntered to the kitchen to uncork another bottle of the blood red liquid that’d become my therapist in the last few hours. But as I started sipping, an overwhelming feeling of dread rocked me. 

Stiles is playing me.

I don’t know if Brielle is his other booty call or something else, but I’ve been played for a fool.

“I’m so stupid.” I whisper aloud to myself.

How could I have let this happen. I knew that night I found that picture in Martha’s office that it wasn’t right. But I brushed it off as them being childhood friends or something. Plus, fucking on Martha’s desk was hot as….

“Focus,” I curse.

I set my glass back on the counter and rub my face in frustration. I hear my phone buzzing against the hardwood of the coffee table in the other room. But I know who it is, and I don’t want to talk to him right now. I’m exhausted and confused and I just want to sleep. I head to my bedroom leaving my phone where it lay. I plop face first on my bed, not even bothering to pull down the covers and sheets. I’d already changed into my pajamas, a pair of blue and white polka dotted sleep shorts and a white camisole (no bra), earlier when I got home.

As I lay there slowly drifting to sleep my mind runs through the events that have played out in the last months and half, good and bad. Softly, it lulls me into a deep drunken sleep.


Pounding. That’s what I feel. I clutch my head in attempt to subdue it. It’s hurts so bad it, the pain is almost audible. 

Then it stops. 

My head still aches but there’s no longer the loud banging I associated with my headache. My eyes flutter open with great effort and I’m disoriented. I’m unsure for a moment where I am. The pounding starts again, and it resonates in my head. I realize the pounding is coming from my front door. It’s loud and hard. I sit up slowly and look for my phone as I get off the bed. I can’t find it, so I don’t know what time it is. The pounding persists, then stops, before starting up again.

“I’m coming.” I groan slothily walking to the door. The pounder either doesn’t hear me or the promise of my presences isn’t good enough because they continue.

“I’m coming!” I say again adding a little bass to my voice. I’m in my living room now, still unable to move any faster because of my headache. The pounding continues and my blood boils. I rush over to the door ignoring the pain in my head and rip open the door.

“What?” I growl.

And there he is. Standing on the other side of the door soaking wet and look of pure concern on his face.

Stiles fucking Stilinksi.

“What?” I ask again the same menus in my voice. The rain is coming down hard making him impossibly more wet. I don’t offer him in. He stays silent a half bewildered look on his face. The other half I can’t tell.

“Can I help you with something?” I ask adding as much bit in my words that I can muster.

“What the hell?” He says finally. I know what he’s asking but I play dumb.

“What?”

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all day!” He snaps. My nerves are alive but I’m push them down.

“And?”

“What the hell is your problem?” He ask venomously.

“I don’t know, but maybe Bri knows.” I shot back.

He stops and a scared look crosses his face. He searching my face but I’m not sure for what.

“Y/N.” He starts.

“Save it.” I interrupt him before he can even begin to give some half-assed excuse.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on, or what fucking game you’re playing but I want no part of it.”

“Y/N, I-”

“I don’t care, Stiles!” I shout and I don’t care about the neighbors hearing.

“Just leave me the fuck alone and go be fuck buddies with big boob Bri.”

He looks like he’s going to respond but I shut the door in his face before he can. I lock it, and press my back to the door.

“Y/N” he says again then bangs on the door only once.

I stand there holding myself and the backs of my eyes start to prickle. But I won’t allow myself to cry. Not over him. Not when we were nothing. Ever since the day that I met him, he’s been a pain in my side. I think we both surprised each other when this…I don’t know relationship? No. When it all started. We just let out our pent up aggression out on each other with sex. All the other little things, the things that made this really hard like the late night convos or the secret touches. That was all made up at meaning something in my own head.

I hear my phone buzzing and looking around the room for it. I find it face down on the coffee table and I vaguely remember putting it there. I look at the caller ID, it’s him.

“Hello.” I answer without another thought.

“Let me explain.”

“No.” I respond simply.

“Baby…” He whispers into the receiver.

My stomach does at least eight somersaults at the sound of the nickname. I don’t say anything, because honestly I have nothing to say. He’s caught me off guard.

“Baby, are you still there?”

“Okay.” I say.

“I’m still out here.”

I walk over to the door, turn the deadbolt and open it. He’s standing there like he was before. Soaked to the bone and sexy ass hell. His clothes a clinging to his body in all the right places and I feel wetness forming in my core. His eyes are on mine a darkness in them. He walks forward entering my house and I step back not wavering out gaze. He shuts the door behind him without looking away and we stand there facing one another. The sexual tension between us is increasing by the second and I’m starting to wonder why I’m not riding him right now. I catch his eyes flicker to my lips and back. I smirk at him, and his tongue slides over his bottom lip slowly.

“You’re all wet.” I tell him because I’m not sure what to say.

“So are you.” He retorts stepping closer to me. I don’t move and soon our bodies are almost touching.

“I thought you wanted to talk.” I swallow hard.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “You want to talk?”

I’m speechless again.

“Okay.” He smirks. “Let’s talk.” He places his hands on my waist and my knees weaken.

“You first.” He prompts.

“Um, well-ahhhh.” I moan as he plants wet kisses along my neck.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He mutters against me.

“I uh want you to,” I’m distracted as his hands slide up my body and rest on my camisole covered breast. I groan at his touch and I can’t take it anymore. I smash my lips into his, our teeth clash but I don’t care. I’m hungry for him, for a release. I want to loose myself in him. I fumble with the button of his wet jeans, and I’m all fingers and thumbs as I rid him of them with his help. He kicks them aside and he’s wearing only boxers and a wet shirt. I fall to my knees and dip my fingers into his waistband then pull the off too. He’s already hard and his erection is standing at attention. He watches as I kiss his tip tentatively, letting a small hiss escape him. I open my mouth preparing to take him in when he forces himself past my lips and to the back of my throat. I gasp and gag at the same time grabbing his thighs for support.

“You said you didn’t want to play games, baby.” He teased as he slid himself out again slowly. He grabs all my hair in a makeshift ponytail and begins fucking my mouth. Gently at first only going further into my mouth occasionally. But as he gets closer to a release he’s more forcefully. His cock practically living in the back of my throat. Suddenly, he pulls out yanking my head back by my hair away from him. He bends down to kiss me and helps me up as he does so, his lips never leaving mine. I’ve missed his lips, they’re fervent and needy. His hands are wandering again, rubbing against my core, squeezing my waist, and pinching and pulling on my nipples through my top turning them into hard peaks. I am surprised it’s still on, but I eat my words when he forces the neckline of the camisole down exposing my breast causing me to in take a sharp breath. His mouth finds one of the hard peak while the other hand kneads the other breast. I’m groaning and whimpering, my hands roaming through his hair. We start moving backwards till we reach the back of the couch. He begins kissing me all over, my hand behind his head pushing him closer to me.

“Stiles.” I whimper as he’s sucking on my breast again. He’s teasing me and I don’t like it. “Stiles, please.”

He stops and looks at me, sneaking his hand past the waistband of my pajamas shorts.

“No panties?” He smiles making me blush.

“What do you need, baby?” He sounds innocent like the question is genuine.

“Stil-” I gasp throwing my head back as his finger slides down my strip.

“I’m sorry. What was that?” He smiles, and I feel his eyes on me.

He doesn’t give me time to answer as he starts rubbing circles and then figure eights into my clit, interchanging between pressures and motions.

“I uh, s-said to um. Oh my god.” I groan, his rhythm has increased sending a low burning in my belly.

“You’re not making any sense,” he chuckles playfully.

“Fuck Stiles!” I moan loudly.

“Oh,” he said stopping almost instantly at my words “That’s what you want?”

I’m confused at first, not understanding what he means. He spins me around so I am now facing the couch. He makes quick work of my shorts pulling them off and tossing them aside, leaving me clad in only my camisole that’s bunched around my waist. He presses his body against mine, his erection hard on my thigh.

“You want me to fuck you?” He whispered, and before I can even acknowledge the question he comes down hard on my ass. I let out a cry in surprise. He lands another blow on the other cheek making me wetter.

“Is that you want baby?” He asks.

He’s never been like this before, so dominant. He’s in complete control and it’s turning me on more and more.

“Yes.” I breath.

“Good girl.” And he rewards me with another smack. He takes his shirt off adding it to the pile forming on the floor. He grips a hip with one hand, and presses me down into the couch with the other.

“Ready?” He asks, and I smile to myself then nod.

Without warning, he rams his cock into me making me cry out. He stills in me, but grazes his hand over my back.

“How do you want it, princess?”

“Don’t call me that!” I say, and he smacks my ass again.

“I’m going to ask you again. If you don’t answer, I’ll give it to you how I want it.” His tone is dark and hot as hell.

“How do you want it?” He repeats.

“However you want it, princess.” I retort.

I hear rather than see the smirk on his face. I know the face all too well and I picture it in my head, his lips turned down in a smile. Both hands are around my waist now and slowly he begins pumping inside me. I groan at the new sensation, but I become irritated with his speed.

“Faster, Stiles.” I whine.

“But you said how I want it princess. This is how I want it.” He chuckles.

I trying pushing against him to relieve the building heat inside me, but his fingers dig into my hips ensuring bruises.

“Please.” I beg.

“Please what?” he growls still continuing his slowly manner but adding a hard thrust here and there.

“Fuck me.” I say simply.

“I thought that’s what I was doing?” He grins.

I’m getting frustrated, and start squirming.

“Baby, please fuck me.” I whine.

“As you wish, princess.” His words sending waves of need through me.

He starts thrusting faster into me. It’s easy at first but begins to quicken. He’s pounding into me harder and harder, making me let out incoherent versions of his name. The familiar feeling of my orgasm is returning inside me.

“Godddamn, you’re wet.” He grunts slapping my ass again.

I moan this time the blow inching me closer to my edge. He snakes one of the hands that on my waist to my core and begins assaulting it by rubbing fervent circles. I can’t hold on much longer the combination of his thrusts and his fingers doing a number on me.

“Come all over me, baby.” He growls giving me all I need to let go and catapult over my edge hitting my high. My walls tighten around him but he doesn’t relent on his pace. If possible, he becomes even faster. I’m surprised that even though I’ve already came, I can feel the coil in my stomach winding again. He grabs a hold of my hair pulling me against him. We’re both standing and still he’s pounding into me.

“You feel that?” He whispers in my ear. “You feel my dick throbbing?” I do, it throbbing and twitching inside me and I know he’ll come any second. The thought arouses me more then i realize and again I’ve found my high just as Stiles releases hot liquid inside of me.

We’re sprawled out on my bed, having just finished round two. Or was it round three? My eyes are closed, and stiles it tracing patterns on my stomach with his fingers. I think is around midnight, which is a guesstimate based on Stiles telling me earlier that he came over around 10. He’ll be leaving soon, it’s our usual routine. I don’t want him to go, for several reasons. If I’m honest the main one being that I just want him here. But I also know we need to talk about Bri and that whole shit show. Stiles laces his arm over me, and we lay like that for awhile. I know any second he’ll get up so if I want answers I have to get them now.

“Stiles?” I say in my sweetest voice.

He says nothing. I frown and look over at him. He’s laying next to me inches from my shoulder. I can feel him breathing softly against me. He’s featured are soft and slack, clear signs of a blissful sleeper. I smile at him, even though I know he can’t see me.

“Stiles?” I coo again stroking the side of his face.

He hums in response.

“It’s a little past twelve.”

He hums again acknowledging what I’ve said.

“Are you leaving?” I ask a little hopeful he may say.

“Mmhmm.”

My heart sinks.

“Well you better get up.” I giggle.

He opens his eyes only half way at me. He looks into my eyes with such intense gaze I have to look away. He pulls my face back to him with his fingers and when I am he brushes his thumb over my lips.

“Can I stay?” He asks. My stomach leaps and my heartbeat quickens.

“Y-yeah.” I stutter. “ if you want.”

The Maze Runner High School AU: Newt - Swimming Naked Is Better Than Going To Prom Anyway

Ooh yeaah then can I request another highschool AU where they have to study together because if she fail a class she won’t be able to the prom or smth like that please ** ? Like Newt help her and it’s cute and all @__@ ? dreaming-legend

“Wait so, why am I helping you study with your math again?” Newt questions with a raised eyebrow but a soft toned voice, if it were any louder you’d be kicked out by the grumpy librarian who spends her days surfing centuries-old dating websites. You also suspect she has a Myspace account too.

“We already went through this, didn’t we?” You slightly whine as you stare down at the intimidating sums staring back up at you with their evil eyes and mysterious motives. “Mom said I couldn’t go to prom if I didn’t pass the math test tomorrow.”

“Oh, I see. That’s a bit harsh…” He whispers but then says, “What’s your average score on a test?”

You wave your hand in a dismissing manner, “Oh I don’t know… maybe an E, possibly a D.”

Newt looks at you with a tilted head, sarcasm laced through every fibre of his being, “Great.”

He proceeds to help you study, flipping through your worn textbook. He asks you about a few of the pages you’ve seemed to have either destroyed or wet with frustrated tears, but you lie and say it was your cat; probably. He’s obviously not convinced. Then the conversation takes a turn back to prom, which makes you feel slightly happier. “So, who’s the unlucky guy you’re going with to prom?”

You sigh dramatically, “Minho.”

Newt raises an eyebrow, “Really? Didn’t think he’s your type…”

You look up at him and say with a serious tone, “How would you know what my type is? Besides, Minho is everyone’s type. He’s the best runner on the track team! His body is mint… and those arms…”

Newt screws his face up in disgust, “Yeah, yeah… I get the picture.”

You smirk and scribble down a formula, then try to apply it to one of the questions. You stop yourself from squealing in delight when you manage to find the right answer, Newt flashes you a thumbs up and he genuinely looks pleased; sort of proud. This makes you happier.

“So who are you going to prom with?” You ask cautiously.

“Hmm.” He grins in a sad sort of way.

“What?” You ask, dropping your pencil onto your exercise book, “Did she reject you?”

“Not exactly…” He looks down at his hands, and then looks up at you, “She’s going with someone else.”

You rest your chin on your hand, “Oh, that’s too bad.” After a while of awkward silence you then ask, “Who is it though?”

Newt shakes his head, “No one you’d know.” He shoves another textbook in your face with more sums that look even worse than the last. You almost start crying. “Now try these.”

You shake your head, “I’ll be half dead if I past this test.”


“Newt!” You shout, overwhelmed with pride and excitement. You screech around the corner of one of the school hallways, “Newt you legend!” You turn around another corner and slam into the blond headed and brown eyed boy. “Sorry!” You squeal apologetically.

He rubs his head and then picks up his books from the floor, you help him. “You’re such a bloody slinthead, you know that?” His eyes flicker over to the sheet you hold in your hand marked with a C+ He drops his books and looks at you as if you’ve just created the cure for cancer. “Did you… Is that your… No way.”

You look at him smugly, “Yes way!”

“You can go to prom?”

“Shuck yeah!” You both jump up from the ground and he sweeps you up into a wonderful hug.

“I thought it was impossible, I must be smarter than I thought…” Newt says as he lets go of the embrace and picks up the pile of books from the floor.

“Hey, what about me! I’m the one who did the test!” He rubs his hand through the hair on top of your head.

“Good job, ya’ shank.”

You give him a heart-warming smile, “Thank you.”

You turn to walk away, excitement still brimming inside as your eager to tell your other friends and of course, Minho himself. You couldn’t exactly confirm to him that you’d be going, and you had explained why so he must also be eagerly waiting for your answer, right?


Wrong.

“I… well you were unsure with your answer. And…” Minho sighs, “I’ve seen your grades on math tests before, and I thought you wouldn’t be able to pass…”

Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks but you refuse to let them show. You absolutely can’t show your weak side, not to Minho. He looks back at you, somewhat apologetic but also very uncomfortable. “I… uh… Fair enough.” You mumble and then continue to say, “But you know, working really hard for this one night… Never mind, I guess I should of realised it was too good to be true.”

You immediately leave the hallway and exit through the courtyard, you practically run for the girl’s bathrooms to escape showing your tears to your peers but someone clasps a warm, strongly gripped hand around your wrist; jerking you backwards. You briefly look up into the face of Newt and then bury your head into his chest out of embarrassment as you feel the tears leak, unwantedly.

“Y/N…” He whispers soothingly, keeping you in his friendly, warm embrace. Sobs rack through your body which makes you only feel even more embarrassed. But Newt doesn’t seem to mind, he just keeps you in his arms; comforting you the only way he can.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble and lift your head from his chest.

He wipes away the tears from your eyes with his thumb and then pushes the loose bits of hair behind your face. “What for, love?”

“I made you help me for all those hours when you could have been practicing for your lacrosse game or hanging out with your friends. I made you do all that for nothing.” You lip quivers as the guilt takes its toll, why did Minho have to be such an ass?

“What did he do?” Newt almost growls, a sternness taking over his voice, his face.

“He… he asked someone else out because he –he thought I couldn’t pass the test.”

“That little-

“No!” You interrupt, “Just… just leave it. I’m over it.” You regain your wit and strength as you prepare yourself to go back to class but before you can walk away from the only comfort you want, you’re stopped by a hand to your arm.

“You wanna know something?” He asks, excitement sparkling in his eyes. You start to wonder what he’s scheming.

“What?” You hope he’s not going to drag you into pranking Minho at the prom or something. You wouldn’t want it to end like the one in Carrie where his date kills everyone at the prom, that’d be terrifying.

“The prom is for lame losers who don’t have an ounce of intelligence.”

“Excuse me? I actually wanted to-

“How about we ditch it together and roam the city all night, eating fast food, shopping like crazy, heck: you can even wear your prom dress if you want. And then afterwards we can go down to the beach and make sandcastles and swim naked or some klunk.”

You raise an eyebrow and smile with amusement, “Are you kidding?”

“And then let’s crash some teenage party and get really smashed.”

You shake your head, still smiling, “You’re actually serious.” Of course he’s serious. You realize just how caring Newt is, first he gives up an entire evening to help you pass a test for a boy you don’t even like that much and now he’s willing to spend an entire night out just to make you feel better.

“You bet I am.”

You blink, look back up at Newt and flash him a grin before saying, “I’m in.”


A/N: Hope you liked this AU! It took me a while to write it, sorry, but I’m glad I was able to post it in the end; didn’t think I could. Sorry for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes too.

The Gally: Awfully Messy Part 2 will HOPEFULLY be posted tomorrow if I don’t have too much homework! (I had a ton this weekend, studying for tests and writing essays :c)

Thank you again!

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Thomas Sangster Imagine 1

You sat up, groaning. You had a killer headache. Sadly, you knew you couldn’t miss a day of work, the production of the Scorch Trails couldn’t be delayed just because of your stupid headache. No matter how nice Wes was, you knew he’d be angry if you missed today. You threw your hair up in a bun and put on a casual black dress and some beat-up converse. You grabbed a small black shoulder bag with your computer, a few books, and your phone, and headed out your hotel room to the elevator. You slammed your finger against the button angrily, you were already late and didn’t have enough time to eat, which would make your headache worse and you even grumpier. You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing your reflexes to kick in, making you jump and spin around to punch whatever was closest to you. You gasped and put your hand over your mouth once you realized what you’d done. Thomas, not only your best friend but also crush, was hunched over holding his stomach in pain. “Oh my god, Thomas! I am so so so so sorry, are you ok?” He stood up and took a deep breath, “Yeah, y/n, I’m good.” You gave him a hug (punching someone was a great excuse to make physical contact with your crush), “I had no idea it was you! I was just scared.” Thomas laughed, “Well, remind me never to run into you in a dark alley.” You laughed and the two of you continued making fun of each other, shoving each other around, and all around flirting until you got to the lobby. Dylan and Ki Hong were waiting there, you had all agreed to ride to set together. Ki Hong and Dylan looked at each other and smirked, before turning back to the both of you, “Well well well,” Dylan grinned, “Sleeping beauty and her prince charming finally decide to show up.” Ki Hong laughed, “Honestly, how are you two late every day.” You laughed and smiled, “It’s a gift.” Thomas grinned at you and agreed, “It’s a very special talent, only few are blessed with such a gift.” Dylan laughed, “Whatever, lets get going.” You sat in the back, focusing on the road infant of you, seeing as though your head was still killing you. Thomas and Ki Hong joked back and forth along with Dylan, who was sitting next to you. “Hey, y/n, you ok?” Dylan asked. “Oh yeah, i’m fine. My head just hurts a little.” “Awe,” Dylan cooed fakery, “My poor little baby!” He then proceeded to pull you into an intense bear hug. You both laughed along with Ki Hong while you saw Thomas pursing his lips, almost like he was… jealous? No…. Dylan let go of you but let you rested your head in his lap for the rest of the ride. It was about a thirty minute or so drive, so by the time you had all gotten there, you were fully asleep. “Awe, Tommy,” Ki Hong giggled, “Look at your lover, so cute and sound asleep.” Thomas shot back sharply, “Cool it mate, will ya? She might hear?” “What? That you like her? Trust me, she’s dead asleep.” Dylan shook you awake and you groaned, getting up slowly. “Rise and shine, princess. We’re here.” The four of you headed over to met up with Wes. After a few hours of shooting you were all tired and headed back to your trailers for a break. “Hey, y/n, wanna come hang out with me?” Dylan asked. “Yeah, sure.” Dylan was the only person you had told about your massive crush on Thomas, but although he would never tell you, Thomas liked you too. You walked into his trailer and threw yourself onto the nearest chair, burying your head into the armrest. “Dyylllannnn,” you whined, “What do I doooooooo?” “About what?” “Thomaaaaasss.” He laughed and walked over to you. “Maybe… we could make him jealous?” “But would he get jealous?” “I think so, but lets find out for sure,” he said grinning. You and Dylan made sure to leave his trailer laughing and whispering as he put his arm around you. You looked over at Thomas to see him glaring at Dylan, who made sure to only look at you. Once Dylan saw your gazing at Thomas, he took your chin and turned your face towards him. You made a big show of smiling and biting your lip as you looked into Dylan’s eyes. You saw Thomas stomp off as Ki Hong smiled at him and then at you and Dylan. After Thomas left, Ki walked over to the two of you. “What are ya’ll doing?,” Ki laughed. “Oh, I just thought we’d mess with Tommy, maybe get him to admit he loves y/n,” Dylan whispered so only Ki could hear. He smiled and nodded at you, “Good luck.” You staggered suddenly and groaned, you had been trying to ignore it, but your headache had gotten worse, your hands and lips were numb and you were seeing spots now. You had a migraine. The only way to get rid of it was to sleep it off, but at the moment you felt as though you were going to collapse. “Woah, y/n,” Dylan grabbed onto your arms concerned, “Are you ok?” “Mhm.” You closed your eyes, not being able to handle the light, and rested your head on Dylan’s chest. He walked you over to Wes. “Hey, I don’t really know what’s wrong with her, I think it’s a migraine, but y/n’s really not feeling well, I’m gonna take her back to the hotel.” Wes looked at you, “Ok, but can Thomas take her, your character has some important scenes today.” Dylan smiled, “Alright I’ll get him.” Dylan let go of you and just as you were about to say something, you passed out. You woke up in your hotel room. You pulled the stuffed animal you slept with close to your chest and hear someone laugh quietly. You opened your eyes and looked around the room, Thomas was sitting on a chair holding a book, looking over at you. You realized that you were wearing the same dress as before, but no longer had any shoes on. “Thomas? What happened?” He walked over and sat on the bed, “Well you almost gave m-everyone a bloody heart attack when you collapsed. But you just fainted from the heat - did you eat anything today?” You groaned, “No, I didn’t have time.” “Well next time, promise me you’ll eat something?” “Ok,” you said laying back down. “What’s going on with you and Dylan.” You almost laughed. Was he jealous? “Oh.. um,” you said blushing, “It’s nothing.” He looked at you questioningly, “We were just trying to make you jealous…” you mumbled. Thomas smiled, “Well that’s good, cause I bloody love you, y/n.” You couldn’t believe it, mostly because your head was pounding and you were only half awake. “I love you too.” Thomas laughed and picked up the stuffed animal you had attempted to hide under your pillow, “Who is this?” You blushed, “Oh, just an old toy, nothing important really.” “I don’t know, y/n….” “Fine,” you said, snatching the stuffed toy back and burying your face in it, “I’ve had it since I was born.” “That’s adorable,” you heard Thomas say to himself. You laid back down on your bed and looked over at Thomas. “How are you feeling, y/n.” You pretended to be deep in thought, squinching up your nose, “Hmmmm, well overall pretty okay, but I’ve heard cuddles are the only way to guarantee recovery.” Thomas smiled, “You know what, I’ve heard that too.” “Really?” You answered sarcastically, “I’ll go call Dylan.” “Oh, shut up,” Thomas laughed, climbing into ned with you. He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your forehead. Being sick wasn’t so bad. It had it’s silver lining. 

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Fangirling w/ Derek Hale x Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy this one :) Oh… and sendin some requests, that would be awesome :D 



And here I am again in my boyfriends loft, sitting by myself and reading a good book on his couch, while waiting for Derek to come home. Half an hour earlier I made my way over there and as soon as I knocked on his door, he opened it, gave me a real quick kiss and left for another task ‘I don’t need to know about’, his words not mine. I do understand that he is very closed up about his past and isn’t ready to tell me everything. And since I knew some stories about his past relationships and the fact that we are barely dating for six months I don’t ask too much. Now I already lounge for an hour on the couch and change my activities from reading to social media to watching supernatural on the TV. Just as I was about to turn off the TV, an angry looking Derek stomped into the loft with an also very angry looking Stiles behind him. They screamed at each other for some reason, totally forgetting that I am sitting on the couch watching the whole scene unfold. “You’re so stupid, Stiles! Like all the time! Why can’t you just stop and go back to kindergarten!” Derek screamed, I have never seen him in a state like this and it slightly scared me. “I am the stupid one?” Stiles screamed back “You were the one who ruined everything! You are the reason this girl got hurt!”  It was literally a screaming match and I tried to somehow escape it by sneaking out, they wouldn’t pay attention to me anyway. I was nearly at the staircase, when Derek shoved Stiles into the wall and somehow growled at him, sounding like some kind of animal. Stiles looked a bit helpless, so I decided to step in and keep this already huge argument to a minimum. “DEREK!!! Let him breathe, please!” I said or rather yelled. Both boys heads shoot around, one looking like always, the other not really. Derek looked different, like blue glowing eyes and fangs. He quickly recovered and was back to himself. I stood there completely confused as to what just happened. “Derek? Why were your eyes glowing?” I asked suspiciously. He stood there a bit unsure and rubbed his neck as if he was thinking about a right answer. Stiles sneaked out the door as fast as he could to not be part of the awkward tension, I almost was thankful for it. “Look Y/N… You probably don’t believe me when I tell you this one so…” Derek stammered “trust me, I am going to believe you because there has to be an explanation for these glowing eyes” I smiled sweetly at him, almost ironic “Uhm… well… I am sorta kinda a werewolf…” Derek seemed a bit ashamed. “Wait! For real?” I asked with a hint of excitement in my voice “Yes. You need to have proof, so you see what a monster I am and can break up with me…” Okay now I was confused, like hardcore confused. Why I would break up with him, when I have the chances of having a werewolf as boyfriend, which would be incredibly awesome “Yup, I want proof!” I said with a smirk plastered across my face. As soon as the words left my mouth, he changed into a werewolf, with glowing eyes, fangs, claws and facial hair. I stood there shocked, probably looking like an idiot “Excuse me for a second” I spoke without thinking and rushed into the bathroom. You should know that I am a total mythology nerd, so Derek being a werewolf is practically one of my biggest dreams. Once I locked the bathroom door I started jumping up and down “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it, this can’t be true! Derek is a werewolf, my freaking boyfriend is a werewolf… that’s so cool, that’s so freaking cool!” I squealed very highly and loudly. In this very moment I became something I promised myself to never be again, a fangirl. I just fangirled in my boyfriends bathroom, him being the reason. Embarrassing. After about a minute or so I left the bathroom and met an almost laughing Derek, who tried so hard to not burst out laughing. “You were totally fangirling about me being a werewolf, weren’t you?” he said grinning. “Nooooooo….” I didn’t want to embarrass myself any further, so denying will be the best, I thought to myself. Derek came closer to me and closer and as he was just a foot away, he put his hands on my waist and pulled me flush against him. He looked down at me with hopeful eyes “So, you are not breaking up with me?” he asked, “Why would I ever break up with you?” I asked “I just found out that my boyfriend is a werewolf! That is freaking awesome!” I grinned up at him. His response to my statement was to lean down and capture my lips with his own in a very slow and passionate kiss which left me breathless. “So you are not scared?” he asked, just to be sure. “No, I just wanna have some answers” I smiled up at him. “Like, is the whole stuff true on ‘Supernatural’? And do you have a real pack? How are full moons for you? Is it true that…“ I got cut off by a pair of lips on mine and a grinning Derek, who seemed pretty happy that I didn’t run away.

He comforts you

Includes: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Liam, Isaac

A/N: If you do not see the character you wish to see, then message me and I will make an imagine with the same prompt for that character. I will not add him/her to the preference list though. 

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