also i thought this would be a given but i saw someone talking about it and now im nervous so

Life Without You (Part Two)

Part One 


As Harry and Niall sat across from each other in Harry’s living room, there was an uncomfortable silence. The tension could be felt by both and was only growing as time passed. From the moment that Harry had called, Niall knew that something was up, and he had wished that he was better at hiding his emotions. His eyes darted everywhere around the room, completely avoiding meeting Harry’s intense gaze. Niall’s leg bounced up and down as a way for him to calm his nerves. He could tell that Harry was upset; he was fuming. Niall couldn’t help but to notice the way that Harry’s breathing was uneven, how he kept clenching his fists, clear indications of his mood. It was obvious Niall already knew why Harry had demanded he come over so urgently- he had kept a very big secret hidden from him.

“When were ya gon’ tell me?” Harry asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Tell yeh wha’, mate?” Niall responded, trying to play it cool.

“Don’ play stupid wit me, Niall. Ya know exactly wha’ ‘m talkin’ about. When were yeh gon’ tell me that (Y/N) moved to America?” Harry was losing his patience, and Niall knew that it wouldn’t be smart to keep pressing the matter.

“It wasn’ my place to say anythin’. She made it clear tha’ she wasn’ changin’ her mind on leavin’. Plus, yeh were still wit Megan when she moved, didn’ think yeh would care to be honest.”

“Are ya bein’ serious right now? Yeh know more than anyone that I will always care ‘bout (Y/N), doesn’ matter who ‘m wit.” Harry growled, gritting his teeth as he tried to contain his anger.

“‘m sorry, ‘arry, but I only did it because she said she didn’ wan’ yeh to know. I couldn’ go behind her back like that, ya understand tha’ right?” Harry felt his heart nearly stop when he had heard this. She didn’t want him to know? It was now clear as day that (Y/N) wanted nothing to do with him, when all he wanted to do was to have her back in his life.

“Yeah, I get it. Would‘ve done the same thing. ‘s just weird how she didn’ tell me yeh know? I thought she wanted to be friends or somethin’.” Harry admitted. His anger had dissolved, and now all he had felt was sadness. He had hoped that one day maybe you and him could start over and be friends or at least civil with each other.

“Who knows. Maybe she doesn’ wan’ to talk to yeh right now. Or maybe she doesn’ want to be friends.” Niall told Harry, trying not to sound too harsh about the possibility of (Y/N) not wanting to speak to him again.

“Suppose so.” Harry said, sounding completely defeated. He was done talking about you, and he wanted to get off his mind, “Man, ‘s trip is gon’ be a disaster, innit?”

“It won’ be. Don’ worry, ‘arry, it’ll be fine.” As much as Harry wanted to believe Niall, he could shake the bad feeling he had in his stomach.


San Francisco was absolutely amazing. You felt like an entirely new person. No stress, no worries, and most importantly, no Harry. Life was easy here. You enjoyed living alone in a small apartment not too far from the beach. You enjoyed the beautiful weather as opposed to the cold you were used to living in London for a large majority of your adult life. You enjoyed that there was enough to distract you from thinking about Harry.

You’d asked Niall to let him know that you were moving away, hoping that he would want to at least say goodbye. However, you were only given disappointment as Niall told you Harry said he didn’t care that you were leaving.

At first, you were hurt by what Harry told Niall. It hurt that he didn’t even want to see or talk to you again, but you could understand. You weren’t even talking to each other. Of course he wouldn’t care if you were moving away. You decided to stop trying to fix something that was broken beyond repair and to finally let Harry go. Although, he was acting totally out of character for the Harry that you once knew and loved, and you couldn’t help but to think that something wasn’t right.


It had been about four months since your move, and you were really enjoying your new life. You’d made sure to keep in touch with Niall and the other boys. It was nice to know that they still cared about you despite everything that had happened, and they were adamant on making sure you knew that they were here for you. A gesture that was greatly appreciated but entirely unnecessary.

As great as life was, it all changed when the boys had told you that they were coming to visit in two weeks. They said that they missed spending time with you, and they were in need of a holiday. Whenever you had asked if Harry would be coming too, they would completely avoid the question and change the subject. That was enough of an answer for you.

You began to lose your mind upon learning that Harry would also be in attendance while the boys were visiting. You were coming up with a thousand different questions that were all left unanswered. Was he married now? Was he going to bring Megan with him?

As the days came and gone, it got closer to the day where the boys were supposed to fly in. And as the day neared, your anxiety about facing Harry only grew with it.


“Don’ worry, (Y/N). Everythin’ will be fine, promise.”  You were currently one the phone with Louis, telling him all about your worries surrounding their visit. You weren’t sure how to act around Harry or how he would act around you. You didn’t know if you should pretend nothing happened and be friendly or if you should ignore him.

“I can’t help it, Lou. I mean, Harry’s always been so nice. I just thought that he would at least want to say bye to me. It didn’t even have to be in person, a text would’ve been fine. He’s completely changed from when we were together, it’s weird.” You were still bothered at the fact that Harry didn’t care that you were moving. It was just something that you never thought would happen. He’s always been the person who was mature, polite, and kind beyond belief. So the fact that he felt that he didn’t have to say bye to someone who he once considered a lover, and before that a friend, was peculiar.

“People change, love. ‘nd sometimes it isn’t the best, but maybe he just thinks ‘s awkward between you two? I mean ‘s a lot of history there. I bet ‘s hard for ‘im to pretend it isn’t there.”

“That’s exactly my point though. Shouldn’t he want to get some closure because of our history? We haven’t really had a decent conversation since I came to get my things from his apartment. Even then, that was almost three years ago, and that definitely didn’t go as planned.”

“I don’ know, (Y/N). I really wish I did, but I haven’t got a clue what’s goin’ through his mind.”


It had been a week since you had officially called things off between you and Harry, and you thought that it was time to come and get the rest of the things you had at his place. Because you’d purposely given him a couple days to think everything over and to calm down, you hoped that this entire situation would be more civil than your last encounter with him.


You had shot him a quick text telling him that you were coming over, only to receive a notification showing that he had seen your message, but there was no reply.


Over the course of the last week, you had slowly built the courage to face him and to talk again, which landed you where you were right now. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t even a little nervous, but you shook the feeling aside, and put on your bravest face. As you opened the front door with your key, you wanted nothing more than for Harry not to be home. If this were the case, you would be able to avoid having another screaming match with him, the last thing you wanted.


However, this hope was broken once you saw Harry standing in the middle of his kitchen, fully dressed, looking like he was just about to leave. 


“Didn’t think you’d be home.” You admitted, hoping that this conversation would be kept to a bare minimum, “I’ll be quick, don’t worry.” You began to walk out of the kitchen, making your way towards the stairs and into his bedroom, realizing quickly that you were still not ready to face Harry. 


Before you even started to walk up the stairs, Harry had stopped you, “Wait, (Y/N). Can we talk ‘bout it? I think I need some closure.” Harry stated, lightly grasping your wrist to keep you from walking away from him for the second time.


You avoided keeping eye contact with Harry and instead kept your gaze locked onto where he held your wrist in his much larger hand. You thought that a week was enough time apart, and you believed that you would be ready to talk to Harry. Although, you now know that you were definitely wrong. The moment you had set your eyes onto him, everything from that night had came rushing back. Seeing Harry this soon and having him touch you only added salt to the still very fresh wound.  

”You can talk while I pack up.” You say, practically in a whisper, “I don’t have anything to say to you at the moment.”  You wished that you had the courage to look at him while you talked, but it was just too hard to face the reality of the situation. This was the end of a chapter that you’d both hoped would never end.

”Wha’ do yeh mean ya don’ have anythin’ to say?” 

”What I mean is, there is nothing left for me to say to you, Harry. I said everything I wanted to say that night, and it changed nothing. So why would me repeating the same thing over again change anything now?” Your emotions were getting the best of you. Your voice cracked, and you tried your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. You felt weak, not even attempting to get Harry’s grip off of your wrist. All you felt was sadness, but under that sadness you felt anger. Pent up anger that was finally coming out.  

 “We‘ve both had time to think things over, ‘nd this time I really am ready to listen to yeh. Had some time to calm down too, yeah? If yeh don’ wan’ to talk to me then ‘s fine. I just wan’ to say what’s been on my mind.” The desperation in his voice was obvious. Even though you weren’t looking at his eyes, you knew that they were pleading you to at least hear him out. 

With a sigh in defeat, you agreed, “Fine, but don’t expect anything else except for talking. I’m not going to get back with you just because you suddenly want to talk about our relationship.”  You retorted, finally looking him in the eyes. His face fell slightly at your response, but he reluctantly nodded his head in agreement.

 As you both made your way to his bedroom, it was silent. Harry was obviously hesitant to talk to you, but you couldn’t figure out why. You weren’t sure if it was because he was still gathering his thoughts or if it was because he genuinely didn’t know what to say despite telling you that he had a lot he wanted to tell. However, you chose to ignore it, enjoying the silence because you knew that it wouldn’t last once you both started to talk.

The first few minutes of you packing up the remainder of your clothes and other belongings remained the same. Silence. All Harry seemed to be able to do was watch you gather your things from his position seated at the end of his bed. He wanted to tell you everything that had been on his mind for the last couple of months, especially the last week, but he had no clue how or where to start. His mind was working a million miles a second, and Harry couldn’t even process the whole situation. 


“Look, I know ‘s hard to be talkin’ to each other right now, but I just wanted to say that ‘m sorry for bein’ a proper dickhead to yeh that night.”  He felt that the best way to start was to apologize because he knew that the most important thing was for you to understand how sorry he was for putting you in this position.


”Harry, I’m just confused. I thought that marriage would be a topic we could talk about, but apparently, I was being delusional and presumptuous.” 


”I know, love. I know. I still don’ quite know wha’ I was thinkin’ tha’ night. Should’ve told yeh how I felt about marriage in the beginnin’, but I didn’ and ‘m sorry for leadin’ ya on like tha’.”  There was a long pause after Harry had finished apologizing to you. You had thought that he had more to say than just that he was sorry. An explanation maybe?


”Is that all you have to say? You told me that you wanted to tell me everything that was on your mind, so all you were thinking about was a half assed apology?” You were seething at him. Yet again he had failed to explain his feelings to you, even when you had given him the chance to do so. His eyes dropped to the floor, unable to keep eye contact with you. He was ashamed that this was all he had to say to you. Even when there were thousands of things running through his head about what he could say, none of them came out.


“I’ve got to go, but if you want to talk about this when you’ve had more time to think, call me, okay?” You softly spoke, calming yourself as you got closer to him. Harry still couldn’t meet your eyes as you talked to him. You stood there for a little while just staring at him, wanting nothing more than for him to stop you from leaving and to give you an explanation. That, however, did not happen. With yet another sigh, you said goodbye and left. 


That day you walked out of Harry’s house hoping that one day he would call to tell you that he was finally ready to talk about your relationship, but he never did. 


The day that the boys were supposed to arrive in California had finally come. You had told them your address as they were eager to see you the moment that they landed. There was still an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, knowing that you had to see Harry again in mere hours.

You spent the entire day trying to occupying your mind. You vacuumed your house, cleaned all your bathrooms, mopped the floors, and dusted nearly every surface in your apartment. Unfortunately for you, nothing you did seemed to work. All you could seem to think about was Harry. He was making you a ball of nerves, and you hated that he still had control over you.

After all of your pointless cleaning, you plopped down onto your couch and relaxed for a little while before the boys arrived. It was odd to think that Harry would even want to come when he knew that the boys wanted to spend time with you. You had come to the conclusion that he would be spending his time elsewhere, with his other friends in and around the area. That would mean that you would only have to see him for one day, when they arrived. You just wished that day wasn’t this one.

Sometimes you wished that you and Harry never dated in the first place.


You didn’t realized that you had fallen asleep until you were awoken by pounding on your front door. As you made your way to the door, you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake yourself up.

“(Y/N), love, we’re here! Open the door ‘fore I break it down.” Niall yelled, sounding slightly muffled as a result of the door. You could hear the other boys giggling at Niall’s comment, and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at them.

The moment you opened the door, you were engulfed into a hug by Niall. “Good to see ya, lovely.” Niall said, as he gave you a tight squeeze.

“I’m glad you guys are here. I missed you.”

You could feel a pair of eyes practically burning holes in your head with their intense stare. It was obvious who this was, and you did everything you could to avoid making eye contact. However, you couldn’t help but to notice that a certain girl was not present. She wasn’t holding his hand or cuddling into his side, so where was she? Pulling away from your embrace with Niall, you continued to hug each of the boys one by one, inviting them inside.

Harry stood behind the rest of boys, looking awkwardly at the floor, shifting from one foot to another, suddenly stopping his gaze on you. When it was finally just him standing outside of your apartment, he looked up at you and gave a shy smile. A wave of relief rushed over your body as you realized that he was being friendly. Deciding to return the favor, you gave a genuine smile back and motioned for him to come inside.

You led the boys to your living room where you were previously taking a nap. “Are you guys hungry? Thirsty? I can get you something if you want.” You offered, trying to make them as comfortable as possible.

“Just a couple of waters will do, love. Anythin’ yeh want to give to us ‘s fine.” Niall said, giving you a smile.

“I’ll help yeh.” Harry spoke, swiftly arising from his spot situated on the couch. You didn’t feel like being rude to him, so you simply gave a short nod of your head and made your way into the kitchen, Harry following closely behind.

“How’ve ya been?” Harry started, as he helped you gather a variety of different snacks and water bottles for all the boys.

“Good, stressed, but good. What about you?”

“‘s good. ‘m doing well, thank yeh.” After that, there was a bit of awkward silence as both of you didn’t know what to say. All you could do was pass Harry the food while he made a pile of everything you had given to him on your counter.

Gathering all of the food and water bottles, you started to make your way back to the other boys. However, Harry had other plans as he began to speak again. “Hey, can we talk?” Harry asked you, a slight nervousness detected in his voice.

“We can talk in the living room.” You responding, already feeling the nerves and anxiety start to build up.

“Boys, could you give Harry and I a minute, please?” You requested once you both had gotten to the living room and placed everything on the table.. The boys nodded their heads and got up to give you and Harry the space you asked for. As they left, they gave you reassuring smiles and gave your hand a quick squeeze.

“We’ll go fo’ a walk ‘round the block. Text one of us when ya done, alrigh’?” Louis softly spoke to you. You shook your head at him, not feeling like talking. The boys gave you both one last look before they shut the door and left.

And once again, you were left alone with Harry.


You and Harry sat at opposite ends of the couch, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of the two of you. The tension in the room was quite prominent, and it was making you both fairly uncomfortable. There were so many words that could have and needed to be spoken between the two of you, yet all you could do was sit there in silence as you did all those years before.

“Where’s Megan?” You started off, trying to refrain the inevitable conversation.

“Doesn’ matter where she is.” Harry quietly replied. He seemed to be out of it, as if he had no energy at all, and this wasn’t because he had just gotten off a series of long plane rides. No, this was an emotional toll that Harry held with him on his back. One much bigger than you could ever understand. His response, although, confused you beyond belief. Why didn’t he want you to know where she was? “I won’ tell yeh considering we aren’t friends.”

“Oh,” you say, a little surprised at his quick change of mood, “Well, I thought we could start over some day, but if that’s what you want then okay.”

“Yeh wanted to start over?” Harry let out a humorous laugh, “I doubt that, (Y/N). If yeh wanted to start over wit me, yeh would’ve told me yeh were moving away.”

“Harry, that doesn’t make any sense. Me telling you about me moving would not signify us starting over. It’s more like us ending.” You were so upset at the tone he was using with you that you didn’t actually think about what he was saying. If you did, you would’ve realized that what he was saying was entirely wrong. You did tell him about your move.

If you had taken a second to stop and process everything Harry was telling you, you would’ve realized that there was something wrong. You would’ve gotten answers to why he didn’t say goodbye to you before you left London. You would’ve learned that none of this was his fault, that he wasn’t as bad as you had cut him out to be, and that he was still the same Harry you knew. You would’ve learned that you had both been lied to, played, by one of your closest friends. But of course, you didn’t. You didn’t stop to think about anything but your anger towards him that had been building up inside you for years.

“No, yeh’ve got it all wrong. It would’ve done somethin’ for our relationship, our friendship, but no yeh were so eager to get away from me yeh didn’ even think ‘bout yeh actions ‘fore ya did it.” By now, you were both standing on opposite sides of the room, facing each other. Your voices had turned as loud as they did that night as you both desperately tried to get your point across to the other.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know what’s funny? All those years ago you told me that I had lost my mind for thinking that you would want to get married, but now, you’re the one that has lost their mind. Let me ask you this, Harry. What would you have done had you known about me leaving? Would you have came running to my apartment, begging me to stay? Would you have come over to congratulate me and helped me pack my things? Would you have tried to fix something that can’t be fixed with one simple conversation? What would you have done that was so monumental that you’re so upset about this?” You rambled, throwing up your hands to make ridiculous gestures out of pure frustration and irritation.

“I’d ‘ve tried, (Y/N), but yeh didn’ even let me do tha’. Sometimes yeh can be so fuckin’ reckless. All yeh seem to care ‘bout ‘s yehself, and yeh don’ care wha’ ‘appens in the process. Yeh try to pretend that ya are carin’, but I know the real person yeh are.” Harry had turned into the exact same person he had been on the night you stormed out. He was saying the first thing that came to his head, and his filter was gone. Of course he didn’t actually mean all the things he was saying to you nor did he believe that any of it was true. He was just completely fed up with the way that your relationship had taken such a negative turn so abruptly.

“Fine, Harry. If that’s the way that you really see me, as some sort of toxic, deceiving, manipulative bitch, then so be it. You don’t know me anymore, and I don’t the validation from someone I never talk to. I can’t change the way you think about me, and frankly, I don’t care. If you want to hate me the rest of your life, go ahead, no one’s stopping you. I just hope that one day you can learn to move passed all of this.“ You put in your last word, done with this conversation and Harry.

“I don’ hate yeh, love. ‘m just confused, and I wan’ to start over.” Harry was trying his best to try to calm himself down because he knew that if he didn’t, you would run off again. “I know ‘s hard for both of us to pretend tha’ nothin’ happened between the two of us, but yeh too important to me to jus’ let ya go.”

You had both stopped yelling at each other, and the conversation had turned into one with soft whispers that could barely be heard by the other.

“I don’t think that’s true. If you really wanted me to be in your life, you wouldn’t have said that you think I’m fake or that all I seem to care about is myself. You sure do have a weird way of showing people that they’re important to you, and I’m not sure that I want that. I’m sorry, Harry, but I think that it’s best if we don’t talk to each other. There’s always going to be that tension and resentment, and that’s something that can’t be brushed under the carpet only to pretend it isn’t there.”

“(Y/N), ‘s not true. I can promise yeh that. I would never do that to yeh. I would never hold a grudge ‘gainst ya. The tension will go ‘way some day, jus’ need time. I mean sure it’ll be difficult for us to get passed this bump in the road, bu’ I really want to try again. As friends.”

“Harry, I’m sorry. I just can’t. Seeing you and talking to you is too much for me to handle, even now after all those years of us not talking to each other.” By now, you were crying as all the emotions you had been holding in had finally come out. You brushed passed Harry to get away from him as quickly as possible.

“(Y/N), wa-” Harry tried to stop you, however you were already gone. He wanted nothing more than explain everything to you.

But it didn’t matter what Harry said to you in order to try to change your mind. Because Niall had gotten what he wanted and he won.


Hello, my loves! There’s part two! I really hope you all liked this, and I’m so sorry that I made you wait an extra day to read it. This is the final part of the series because I quite like how it ended. Thanks for reading, and your feedback is always welcome. :) Much love- Emily xx

House of Cards - V- (BTS Smut)

Word Count: 3,859

Summary: You are an escort working at in prestigious escorting business at a mansion. Tonight you come across a different type of client, different from what you’re used to.

Each chapter is a perspective of a different escort within the same night. Reading it in order will give it more of a context.

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut

Author Note: This was my VERY FIRST smut fanfic. My writing style has now changed. Please read ‘Office Files’ for my updated work.

I currently work at ‘The House of Cards". I’m still trying to get my head around the whole place and the rules. I just started a week ago. It’s not a common job to have, but I really need the money to pay for veterinarian school. It’s only been a week and I already earned 5k! One of the ladies at the house is a friend of a friend and found out my financial trouble and insisted I should give this a try. I had to go through rigorous interviews, personality tests and paper work to get in. That took at least 3 month. But it’s was worth it. I have had a few clients so far, so when it comes to the pleasurable department I’m not that nervous. Tonight is the masquerade ball, my very first and I’m really nervous about it for some reason. I know it’s more of a party atmosphere. From what the other ladies have said, this is when new clients arrive to check the place out. Thankfully, since I’m new here it’s my responsibility to ensure the clients are well tended too with drinks. 

Tonight I’m not expected to 'work’    

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Classroom Confession

Author: mystic-biscuit


Pairing: Stiles x Lydia

Notes: So back in the day I tried to write Stydia fanficton. So here is my very first ever fanfiction of anything that i ever wrote, i’m pretty sure what I just said didn’t make any sense. Let me know if you guys want me to post the rest of my Stydia stuff. AND FRICK LOOK HOW SHORT IT IS. So not like me now XD. 

I imagined this taking place after 5b, lets assume Stiles doesn't get abducted by crazy horseman. 

Lydia is pacing outside of Scott’s Chem class. She should be in the library for her free period studying for finals. But instead she pacing, Lydia doesn’t pace. She doesn’t get nervous either, but here she is doing both. “What have I turned into, Damn Stilinski” she whispers to herself. “What about Stiles?” she hears from behind her. Her heart pounding must have drowned out her hearing because she didn’t hear Scott’s class let out.

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In the Details

Summery: “Well, officially, I’m a deputy who’s currently on desk duty. Unofficially I run the new department called the ISA. It stands for Investigation of Supernatural Activity. My job is to fabricate information and evidence regarding supernatural crime, and prosecute the criminals in a legal way. It was created because it was becoming increasingly difficult to charge people for crimes that theoretically didn’t exist. So I transfer the crimes into non-supernatural situations, so suspects can be tried in a court of law.”
“So, you lie?”
Stiles shrugged. “What are the criminals gonna say? No Mr. Judge, I didn’t stab the victim with a knife, I actually impaled him with my claws?”

A/N: Basically I’m a literal piece of shit and instead of writing all the things I have requested, or the story I’m not done and have fallen behind with, I wrote this. First off: I am extremely sorry if you are waiting on something to be written that I haven’t yet, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy this. The inspiration hit me when I was watching to many episodes of Flashpoint, and the story-line literally just came to me, and I LITERALLY LOVE IT SO MUCH. LITERALLY THIS KILLS ME IM NOT EVEN KIDDING. I’m obsessed already, and I truly hope y’all feel the same way cause I’m the most psyched for you to read it. Secondly: I’m sorry I suck so much, but it’s because I’ve experienced some writers block, and I find the best way to deal with that is to write what you have motivation for. Hens this. I promise I will finish all the other things tho. It will be either three or four parts, depending on how long the chapters turn out. Hope you all enjoy, and feel free to like/reblog or drop me a comment. ID LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TALKING ABOUT THE CONCEPT OF THIS STORY WITH SOME OF YOU IM NOT EVEN KIDDING.

Side note: this is my first time full on writing Stiles. I find his mannerisms slightly hard to elaborate on so I hope y’all get what I’m saying, so plz go easy on me. Also, I hope I did a good job explaining the promt, if y’all confused let me know, and I’ll take that into consideration with how I elaborate in the second chapter.

I also know it is hella unrealistic but that is vv besides the point.

Pairings: Stiles/Reader

Warnings: Mature Themes and some swearing.


Ask me anything or Request (but please note there is a waiting list oops)

Stiles fixed his tie as he walked through the doors of the Sheriffs department. It was about two o’clock in the morning when his dad called.

Stiles ran his hand down his face, whipping away the sleep in his eyes. He had gotten up in a panic, so originally he was wide awake, but the exhaustion was now hitting him. It was his first day off after an eight-day work stretch and he was trying to catch up on some much needed sleep. All in a days work, he supposed. 

He quickly walked through the reception area and into the back room, immediately seeing his father. Sheriff Stilinski was standing in front of the one-way window/other-way mirror, with his arm crossed, and staring at the witness who was pacing back and forth in the small white room.

They had installed two new interrogation rooms a little over a year ago. They were located down the hallway before you entered the holding cells, which had also been recently updated. In fact, the whole department had gotten a much needed face-lift, especially after all the supernatural damage over the years.  The Mayor’s office had given the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s department a grant for its ‘outstanding police work in the field’ and in support of thirty percent crime drop in the area, that was still decreasing.

After running into too many brick walls, Sheriff Stilinski made some drastic changes within the department, mostly concerning his newest Deputy, and his son, Stiles. Usually, it was Scott and Stiles causing the trouble, but ironically, the grant money and crime drop was primarily because of Stiles’ impressive police work, and his new role in the department. However, it was hard work that Stiles would probably never be credited for.

“Hey dad,” he greeted, patting the Sheriff on the shoulder. He went to take a step to grab the file on the counter beside the interrogation room, but quickly did a double take at the nervous girl behind the glass. Stiles stopped awkwardly before lunging back beside his dad, and tucking his work shirt into his pants quickly. “S-She’s the witness?”

Sheriff looked his son up and down, and rolled his eyes. “Would you calm down? Yes, she’s the witness. We picked her up two hours ago.”

“I am calm.” Stiles responded, over-dramatically, placing his hands on his hips. “I thought you said she was Callahan’s assistant?”

“She is.”

Stiles shifted his glare from his dad to the girl. “She’s young.” He stated simply. He wasn’t sure why but when his dad told him they got Callahan’s assistant he assumed someone in their mid-thirties, or at the very lest older than her. She was way younger than thirty; Stiles would estimate twenty-two at most, and if you asked him, she was beautiful.

“She’s not young she’s your age.”

“Hey, I’m young!” Stiles shot back.

Sheriff laughed. “Yeah, wait till the stress of the job gets to yeah, you wont be that young for much longer.”

“Trust me, I’m getting there.” Stiles teased. He adjusted his name tag on his uniform, and then grabbed the file. He flipped through the pages Sheriff had put together, and his eyes flickered continuously from the sheets to the girl.

“The anonymous tip you got the other day paid off. Because it wasn’t specific, we only sent Parrish, Talbot and Clarke to scope the area. It was a package drop, and because we had probable cause Parrish managed to intercept it— “

“Was it cocaine or lilac?”

“Cocaine, which is really good for us and our legal report. Talbot went after the guys making the exchange— “


“On Callahan’s end yes, but he wasn’t able to get them into custody, and we know nothing about the other end of the exchange. We didn’t bring enough manpower; we assumed the tip was going to be another dead end.” Sheriff continued, voice trialing off at the end.

“You made the right call dad, you couldn’t have known.” Stiles reassured.  “What’s she got to do with it though?” He then asked, gesturing to the girl in the room.

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s confirmed to be Callahan’s assistant on his business end of things, she works in his building in the city, but lives down here. We think she was there to supervise.”

“Did she touch the package at all?”

“Yes. We ran the prints, other than Parrish’s, she had the only other set of prints we can confirm.”

“Awesome.” Stiles said, closing the file in his hand. “I can use that.” He continued, reaching for the door handle.

“Stiles,” his dad started, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. Stiles turned around, and raised his eyebrows at his dad. “Be nice to her. I’m not sure why she’s caught up in this, but I don’t think she knows everything, and she sure as hell didn’t know about the supernatural— “

“How do you figure?” Stiles questioned, eyebrows furring together in confusion.

“I’ve been watching her panic for three hours, and the whole car ride over she was trying to tell Clarke to go after the werewolves, and was freaking out about what she saw. Find a happy ending for her.”

“I will.” Stiles said. Sheriff removed his hand from his son and nodded.

Y/N’s eyes flickered to the door as she heard the handle turn. She placed both her hands on her hips and let out an angry sigh.

She was taken aback when a young guy walked through the door. He was staring at a folder in his hand as he walked in. Shutting the door loudly, his eyes flickered to hers, only for a moment, before he sat down at the chair behind the desk.

“Fucking finally.” Y/N said, exasperated.  

Stiles eyes tore away from the file to stare at her once more. Once they locked eyes, he raised his eyebrows slightly. “Take a seat Mrs. Y/L/N.” He told her, gesturing to the chair across from him. He closed the folder and placed it on the table, before she had a chance to see what was in it.

Y/N angrily pulled out the chair, and sat down over-dramatically. “Mrs. Y/L/N is my mother.” She grumbled.

Stiles chuckled. “Y/N, then?” He proposed. She nodded. “I’d like you to tell me what happened earlier tonight.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I already told the other cop what happened. If you did your job and actually read the file in front of you, you’d know what I said. I thought I was being brought in as a witness, but you’ve collected my DNA and fingerprints— “

“That’s standard.”

“You detained me, and I’ve been sitting in this room to squirm for two hours. So, on the contrary to your question, you’re clearly uninterested in what happened earlier. And you’re acting very nonchalantly, which tells me you’re not concerned about me leaving anytime soon.” She continued, moving her hands and placing them on the table, and leaning in. “If I’m being charged, I have the right to know. If I’m not, you have no probable cause to keep me in this room, and I’d like to go home.”

“I thought you witnessed what happened?”

“And I already gave my statement. But clearly you haven’t bothered to read the file. Either that, or it’s there as a scare tactic and there’s actually nothing relevant in there.”

Stiles smiled slightly, holding her gaze for a moment, before running his hands through his hair. “I’m very sorry they kept you waiting so long. I got called in specifically to come talk to you— “

“Why? I thought detectives handled interviews. Besides you look like you’re in high school.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Well were highly understaffed here, so I’m as good as it gets.” He said. “And I’m twenty-two, thank you very much.” Stiles finished and he flicked open the file dramatically, no longer hiding what lied inside, and flipped to Clarke’s notes from earlier. He then coughed, clearing his throat, and fixed his posture, as if he was preparing for a dramatic reading. “I was on my way home from work when I saw two men hand a brown box to another two men. It was two dark and I was far away so I was unable to get a clear view of their faces or what they were wearing. I tried to run when the police got there, but you tackled me, thanks for that by the way— “

“I know what I said in my witness statement.” Y/N interrupted, while rolling her eyes. “And she missed the part about the glowing eyes and fangs— “

“Glowing eyes and fangs?” Stiles questioned, raising his one eyebrow.

Y/N withdrew from her power stance, and sat back against the chair. Stiles closely examined her movements as she crossed her arms and sighed. “I know it sounds ridiculous.” She said softly, voice trailing off.

“Trust me, I’ve heard crazier.” Stiles told her, trying to comfort her slightly. Stiles heard her sigh, but she chose not to correct her statement. He closed the file in front of him once more, and placed both his hands on the table, similar to how she was sitting earlier. “So you really didn’t know?”

“What are you implying?”

“Well they worked for your boss.”

“Doesn’t mean I know them, or know whatever the hell they turned into.”

“Don’t play dumb with me sweetheart, we both know your witness statement is load of bullshit.”

“That’s rude.”

“You said you were on your way home from work, however, you live no where near there, and walking home at that time by the pier is not only idiotic, its unsafe.” He teased, winking slightly at her, causing her to roll his eyes. “And your finger prints are on the box, so clearly you weren’t that far away. And for future reference, when you lie, if it’s two dark to see the colour of their clothes it’s also too dark to see the colour of the box. Also, never speak in absolutes because that’s how we nail you.”

“I was on a limited time frame, ok?” She shot back sarcastically. “What do you want from me?”

Stiles leaned in closer. “I want you to tell me what actually happened.”

“I can’t.”

“Then maybe I can persuade you. Right now, You’re placed at a crime scene where the cops received an anonymous tip of a drug deal, your finger prints are on a package containing cocaine, a large enough amount to classify you as a dealer, so I have you on possession, intent to sell and the distribution of an illegal substance. We both know that the four other guys at the crime scene aren’t going to come forward and correct me. You’re looking at about fifteen years in a federal prison; maybe ten because it’s your first offense, and for good behavior.”

Stiles paused for a moment, so his words could process in her brain. He watched as the colour in her face drained slightly and what was left of her confident demeanor break down. She looked like she was going to throw up. He truly felt bad for placing her in a corner, but this was the closest thing they’ve gotten to a lead on Callahan in months.

Y/N swallowed hard. “What’s a new deputy like you looking at Callahan for anyways?”

“It’s complicated.”

Y/N sighed. “Well, hypothetically, what do you think you know about Callahan, and hypothetically, what can I tell you that would make everything you just said go away?” She said quietly.

Without breaking eye contact, Stiles reached under the table and flicked a switch. “The mics off.” He stated. He watched as Y/N visibly relaxed, and stressfully ran her hands through her hair. “I know that he’s a very powerful man, who made a fortune on ‘selling electronics’. I know that in his fancy skyscraper he runs all of his many businesses, more than one being illegal. I know that he does a lot of business over seas, and I know that he uses the packages as a ruse to transport drugs, however I can’t prove it. We’ve been trying to get evidence that we can use in a court of law for months, but we keep hitting dead ends.”

“Probably.” Y/N grumbled.

“My biggest obstacle though, is that a lot of what I can tie Callahan to in Beacon Hills, is part of our off-record department, because it regards the supernatural.”

“The super-what?”

“The supernatural. Ever heard the horror stories of Beacon Hills?”

Y/N laughed and looked at Stiles, smirking to herself. “My friends and I had a drinking game; take a shot every time something unexplained happened in the town over. I used to carry a micky of vodka in my backpack.”

Stiles chuckled and nodded. “Well it’s all true; and its all unexplainable because no one would believe the explanation. The term supernatural includes all beings that surpass the nature of human abilities. A.k.a. the two werewolves your boss has as bodyguards.”

“So I’m not crazy?” She asked Stiles, genuinely.

“No.” Stiles responded, shaking his head.

Y/N looked at him blankly for a moment, and then shook her head. “I want to come back to that. But please, continue.”

Stiles chuckled. “In addition to cocaine, Callahan is distributing a drug we named lilac— “

“Because of the colour?” She interrupted. Stiles nodded. “Clever.”

Stiles shot her a look, and then cleared his throat and continued. “He distributed it to the supernatural population of Beacon hills. Basically, it gets them high. If you ever did drugs or drank and high school, you understand the need to escape. Times that by ten for the kids who are unaffected by every day drugs because of their ability to heal, and you get an idea of why it’s so popular.”

“Heal?” Y/N asked. Stiles nodded in response. He watched as her eyes flickered to the side; as if information was flooding her brain. “I watched Callahan’s bitch of a security guard take bullets and walk away. I chalked it up to him wearing a bullet proof vest in my head, but this makes more sense.”

Stiles nodded again. “The drug is lethal in large doses, and because these kids have never had it before, and have always been indestructible they didn’t know the size of the lethal dose. I discovered in 8 months ago, when my friend who’s still in high school brought it to my attention. He’s lost too many friends, and I’ve been to the crime scene of two many kids with unexplained deaths to not do anything about it. If I take down Callahan’s company, I stop the distribution of the drug.”

Y/N sighed, running her hands through her hair once more. She placed both her hands back on the table, mimicking Stile’s stance. “What did you say you were again?” She teased.

“Well, officially, I’m a deputy who’s currently on desk duty. Unofficially I run the new department called the ISA.”

“Like CIA?”

“No, not even close.” Stiles responded sassily. “It stands for Investigation of Supernatural Activity. My job is to fabricate information and evidence regarding supernatural crime, and prosecute the criminals in a legal way. It was created because it was becoming increasingly difficult to charge people for crimes that theoretically didn’t exist. So I transfer the crimes into non-supernatural situations, so suspects can be tried in a court of law.”

“So, you lie?”

Stiles shrugged. “With good intentions.”

“And the criminals just accept it?”

“What are they gonna say? No Mr. Judge, I didn’t stab the victim with my knife, I actually impaled him with my claws?”

“Touché.” Y/N responded. She moved to rest her chin on her hand, with her elbow against the table. “So then tell me deputy; what exactly do you need from me?”

“What can you give me, that will give me probable cause for a search warrant of Callahan’s office and house?” Stiles asked. Y/N sat back in her chair quickly; once again becoming very submissive to the conversation. “It’ll be in exchange for your safety.”

“With all due respect Deputy, you can’t ensure my safety.” She told him. Stiles looked in her eyes, though she had a very rough exterior he knew deep down she was scared for her life. “Do you know what happened to Callahan’s last assistant who he thought talked to the police?” She asked. Stiles raised an eyebrow at her. “Neither do I.”

Stiles scoffed. “Yeah he’s super dangerous, I get it, blah blah blah. Look,” he started, outstretching his arm for dramatic effect, “this is gonna end one of three ways: one; you’re going to co-operate and I’m going to personally make sure you’re safe. Two; you’re gonna call one of Callahan’s fancy lawyers, but all that’s gonna do is connect him to the drug exchange, and he knows that so he’ll pin it on you and you’re going to go to jail. Or three; you’re skip the first part, get a shitty public defense lawyer, who’ll loose your case and you go to jail. What do you want to happen?”

Y/N shot Stiles a death glare. It was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. She didn’t ask to be brought into all this, hell, she wasn’t even supposed to be at the exchange tonight. Sure she knew it was illegal, but not necessarily this illegal, and it wasn’t like she had much say in the matter anyways. But she didn’t want to go to jail; Callahan had a lot of enemies in jail, and a lot of connections; jail wasn’t safe for her. Right now Stiles was looking to be her only option.

Y/N eyed him up and down, as he looked at her with his lips pursed together. She could see the bags under his eyes, and the tired expression on his face. He was lanky; but the uniform on his body hid it well. He was also pretty, but that was beside the point. Part of her was almost intrigued to see how this small child was gonna try and keep her safe.

Hypothetically, I may or may not have a computer, hypothetically, on which, all of Callahan’s financial information may or may not be kept.”

“I have his finances; they all came back clean.”

“All of them? Are you sure?” She challenged.

Stiles shook his head.

“As his assistant, it is my job to keep all of his business transactions organized; both on and off the record.” Y/N explained, pausing for a moment. “Callahan can see everything I do on the laptop, but the laptop itself is in my name— “

“So if they wanted to get his finances they’d have to get probable cause to get access to your laptop.”



Hypothetically, I can get you hard copies of the financial records that will tie Callahan to all of his illegal business transactions, including the lilac. But because he can see what I do, he’ll know that I printed them, and when that happens I’ll be royally fucked, do you understand?

Stiles smirked. “Well Y/N, it looks like you and I are about to become best friends.”


Stiles had followed the GPS to Y/N’s house, and parked outside the front of it. “I thought you said I wasn’t allowed to go home?” She asked him.

“I need you to grab your stuff and the financial records and then we’ll head to my place.” He told her, pulling the keys out of the ignition and opening the door of his jeep.

Y/N mimicked his actions, and led Stiles to the door of her apartment. “What ever happened to old fashioned parking an undercover outside my house?” She joked, entering her home.

Instinctively, Stiles took a look around the place. It was a semi-detached home. Slightly small from the looks of it, but still really nice, and seemingly expensive given the area. He paused for a moment, watching her quickly head up the stairs. He slipped of his shoes and sat down on the couch, resting his eyes as she packed. “I told you; I don’t have that authority. And I can’t get the Sheriff to grant you a detail because legally, Callahan is not under investigation by the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s department, because theoretically my department doesn’t exist.” He explained.

He heard Y/N laugh from upstairs. About fifteen minutes later she came down with a duffle bag and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. She stood there silently for a few moments, until Stiles opened his one eye, and then the other. “Do you want the records or not?” She asked.

Stiles nodded and followed her up the stairs.

About ten minutes later he had secured the files in a duo-tang she provided, and held it tightly in his hands. He began slipping his shoes back on, but stopped when he noticed that she was no longer following him. He turned around quickly to see her sitting on the bottom of the staircase, looking down at her feet.

Stiles placed the duo-tang on the counter, and cautiously walked over to Y/N. He hesitantly sat down beside her on the stairs, and ever so slightly placed a hand on her knee.

“I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” She said sarcastically. Though it seemed like a joke, Stiles knew that beneath it was a real concern.

“You’re not going to die.” He said over-dramatically. “In exchange for your information you’re under police protection, alright? I’ll get you a real detail once the case goes to court. If it makes you feel better, I have my own selfish motivation; without you I literally do not have a case. I’m going to protect you, nothing is going to happen to you, I promise.” He said sincerely.

Y/N crossed her arms. “Do you even have a gun?” She asked, looking at him with doubt.

“Yes.” Stiles answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Still being in his uniform, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his unloaded firearm, so her could hold it in front of her as proof. He wiggled his eyebrows, as she rolled his eyes, and fiddled with the gun in his hand for a moment. As he went to put the gun back, he turning it in a weird way causing it to fall out of his hands. He made a few attempts—mid air –to catch it, but to no avail, and it fell on the floor of the hallway.

Y/N stared at the gun on the floor sadly for a moment, before she shot Stiles a glare. I’m literally going to fucking die.

“In my defense it’s five am.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and then stood up and walked towards the kitchen. She grabbed a reusable bag from the cupboard and opened the fridge. “No sense in letting the food go to waste.” She announced, pulling out the food in the fridge and placing it in the bag. “Want a coffee?” She asked.

Stiles blinked a few times before nodding. “Please.”

Y/N grabbed the coffee from a different cabinet and filled the coffee maker, and then placed the coffee in the bag. She watched as Stiles moved from the stairs and took a seat at her small breakfast bar area and watched as she finished packing the food.

Y/N grabbed two mugs, and filled them both with coffee, and then placed one in front of Stiles. “Sugar?” He asked. Y/N nodded and then complied, putting two teaspoons in her cup, before handing it to Stiles.

“So,” she started again after a few minutes, “what happens now?”

Stiles took the last few sips of his coffee and then placed the mug back on the counter and looked up at her. “You get your stuff, we go back to my place, and we hang out until this all runs it’s course.”

Y/N scoffed at his words. “How long will that take?”

“Long enough for you to drop the attitude with me I hope.” Stiles teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes, throwing the last few things into the bag and placing it beside the duffle bag in the living room. Stiles took the hint and stood up from his seat. “Not a chance Deputy.”

“Well that’s mighty unfortunate sweetheart.” He said with a grin. He grabbed the duffle bag and tugged it over his shoulder, and then grabbed the other bag in his hand, and started towards the door once more.

“Hey Stiles?” Y/N asked, nudging his shoulder, causing Stiles to spin back around, looking at her with wide eyes. That was the first time she had called him by his name. “Why don’t we go back to the Sheriff’s department or something?” She proposed. Stiles tilted his head in confusion. “I mean like; wouldn’t that be safer? Especially with all this talk of the supernatural, are you sure your house is the best place for us to be”

“Don’t worry, my place is supernatural proof.” Stiles announced, a grin plastered on his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that night. “Again with the cryptic messages.” She grumbled. “What does that even mean?”

Stiles laughed. “You have a lot to learn.”


“It means not to worry. Besides, Callahan isn’t the only one with a werewolf.”