and i like to think these were little shout outs

He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter

“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.


You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”

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When They Can’t See (Part 1)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: When the reader is injured on a hunt and has trouble sleeping at night, she discovers that Dean has a lot more hidden pain than he let’s on…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language, injury

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…

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No Pain, No Gain - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “I was wondering if I could request a Jeff x reader working out together?”

“One more crunch! Yes! That’s my girl.” Jeff smiled at you. He was holding your feet and giving you the stupidest grin.

“Your turn!” You flipped up to your feet and began pushing him toward to pull up bar. He shot you a flashing grin.

“Oh, Y/N. I’m going to annihilate you.” He rolled his shoulders and stretched out his hands a few times. He jumped to reach the bar, winked at you, then started doing pull ups. Trying to hold in the drool and conceal the evident joy in watching him work out, you placed your hand over your mouth.

He grinned at you consistently through his pull ups, and when he started to tire you shouted; “C'MON JEFF!” Which fuelled him to do a few more.

“One last row?” You asked. He flashed you yet another pearly white smile.
“You’re on, Y/N/N.”

The both of you sat on the two rowing machines in the corner.

“How do you still look cute when you’re all red and sweaty?” Jeff laughed.

“Are you kidding? Have you even seen yourself right now, Jeff?” You struggled through rows.

“Well there aren’t any mirrors around.” He joked.

“Well- you look like a fucking model. As per usual.” You breathed in mock anger.

“Shut up. You know you’re gorgeous. And you’re nearly at the goal!” He encouraged. “You can do it, babe.”

“No pain, no gain Jeffrey. You better be hitting that goal with me.”

In not too long at all, you both hit your targets and high-fived each other.

“Good work, Y/N/N.” Jeff said, handing you a bottle of water.

“Same to you Atkins. First to the car gets pampered when we get home?” You challenged.

“Oh hell yes.” Jeff stretched out his arms.

“3…2…1…” you said in unison. “GO!”

You let your legs carry you and regulated your breathing. Sometimes when you ran, it felt like you were flying. Plus, with the added air of competition and willingness to be able to hold something over your boyfriend, you soared to your car, hitting the bonnet with such force your shoulder buckled slightly. But you wouldn’t let Jeff know.

“LOSER!” You shouted as your boyfriend came up beside you, panting.

“Looks like i am.” He placed a hand on your hip and pulled you in towards him. “I think I’m a little out of breath, I might need CPR.” He smiled.

“It looks like you might.” You rested your hands on his chest. “Now, don’t be afraid if I break a few hearts, that’s normal.”

“I thought it was ribs?” His face conveyed confusion.

“It is, dummy, I thought we were talking in metaphors?” You hit him playfully.

“Just kiss me you weirdo.” He chuckled. You snaked your arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to yours, enveloping him in an exhausted, desperate kind of kiss. He pushed you against the car bonnet, lifting you slightly. Smiling against him in the kiss, you tangled your fingers in his hair, wondering how many people in the Gym Car Park were watching you, and not caring one bit.


“Huh.” You sighed, throwing yourself down on yours and Jeff’s king-sized bed.

“You look exhausted. Wanna cash in that winners pamper sesh?” Jeff slumped down next to you. You nodded weakly, then rolled onto your stomach. Jeff started to pull your sticky gym clothes off, with difficulty as you were refusing to move.

Jeff left, but you were too tired to verbally complain. Momentarily, you realised why upon the sensation of cold, wet, liquid on your back, and a subtle scent of olives. Your boyfriend massaged the olive oil into your lower back to begin with, and slowly moved up to your shoulders. His hands rolled over all your aches, smoothing all the knots and calming the soreness.

“I saw this, by the way.” He said in a low voice, giving your hurt shoulder some extra attention. “It’s not really damaged, but you should’ve told me, I was worried.”
You nodded a reply. “Sorry.” You mumbled, too focused on how good Jeff’s hands were making you feel. They were slightly rough from all the baseball he played, but not uncomfortably so - they were just right.

Then, Jeff leaned his head down to your hurt shoulder, and dotted kisses anywhere he could manage. He turned his head so that his mouth was by your ear, and whispered; “all better, my love.”


After a relaxing evening being pampered by your boyfriend, Jeff and you lay in bed ready to sleep. You weren’t entirely sure where your body ended and his began, or vice versa, but that didn’t bother you.

“I’m proud of you, Jeff.” You stroked your hand over his chest.

“What for?”

“Well, for not giving up when I saw you wanted to. On the pull ups.”

He scoffed at you, but didn’t argue.

“I love you, Y/N.” he mumbled into your hair.

“I love you, Jeff.” You beamed back at him, as you watched his green eyes flutter shut.

My brother’s best friend || 3 D.H.

A/N: HERE’S THE THIRD PART! i’m glad my brother is not that overprotective tbh haha. 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by listenm8

The door was pushed open. The sudden light hurt my eyes. After they had adjusted to the stinging brightness I could clearly see my brother’s angry expression.

“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted wide eyed, staring at the both of us.

It was more than obvious what Dan was here for. He still had one arm slung around my waist and we were awfully close.

I blushed in embarrassment and just wanted to hide behind Dan’s tall figure, but we had to talk this out. I guess I should’ve talked to Phil about this early but I never thought that there was a chance that Dan felt the same way. Now it was too late and my brother had to find out that his little sister and his best friends had feelings for each other the hard way.

“Phil, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about my crush on Dan.” I apologized, but Phil ignored me.

His eyes had gone cold and he was glaring at Dan. Full on death glare.

“Mate, we didn’t know this was gonna happen-“ Dan started before he got cut off by Phil.

“Get your hands off my sister.” He hissed. I never thought that Phil Lester, the angle on earth, could be that threatening.

“Woah, hey Phil calm-“

“I said get away from her.” Phil growled, causing, me to unwillingly take a few steps away from Dan.

I swallowed hard, I had never imagined Phil to be that mad.

“What makes you think that you can just fool around with my little sister!” he shouted, completely forgetting that I was in the room.

“I asked you to pick her up from school, not to sneak in her room at night!”

The two boys were now dangerously close. Phil was intimidating like I had never seen him before.

“Could you please calm down. We are just two people who like each other okay?” Dan didn’t take a step back although his best friend was nearly pushing him.

At the mention of “we” Phil seemed to realise that I existed too.

“So you like him.” He questioned me unbelievingly and the look on his face made me wish to be able to deny his statement.

Instead I simply nodded and took a step towards Dan again. The tall brown haired boy was about to take my hand in his, but he stopped in the middle of his tracks as my brother cleared his throat as a warning.

“When were you gonna tell me that you are fucking around with my little sister, Howell?”

Phil would normally make sure not to use explicit language, but he really didn’t seem to care anymore.

“I wasn’t fucking around with her, mate!” Dan complained, getting mad as well. Their chests were by now nearly touching and I was scared that one of them would eventually hurt the other.

Both of their eyes were formed into slits as the air was full of tension.

“No? Well then what were you doing? In the middle of the night in my sister’s room?” Phil acted like he was thinking hard, provoking Dan even more.

“Look, we just found out we like each other today. It’s not like we have been hiding this from you for months.” Dan explained in an attempt to calm Phil down.

I was really thankful for the fact that Dan always keeps a clear head no matter how heated the situation may be.

“I don’t care, okay? She is still my little sister.” Phil shouted as his angriness reached another peak.

“Yes, but she is also old enough to date whoever she wants to date!” Dan retorted, wrapping his left arm around my waist. This time not even Phil’s death glare could stop him.

I blushed when Dan mentioned the dating part. He actually wanted to date me. He wanted to be my boyfriend. If the situation hadn’t been that awful I would’ve jumped around with glee.

“She can date, but not you.” Phil hissed with so much finality in his voice that it was scary.

My eyes widened in shock. As I grasped the meaning of his words. He was forbidding our relationship in all honesty.

“That’s not fair!” I shouted outraged.

Dan was right, I was old enough to make my own decisions.

“You are right. Well sometimes the world just isn’t fair, okay? Dan needs to keep his dirty hands of you!”

“He is your best friend. You’d give up your left leg for him, but as soon as he shows any interest in me you suddenly act like he is your archenemy.” I retorted. Phil wasn’t making any sense. He just couldn’t deal with the fact that I had my own life.

“I said no, Y/N. “

“Phil, you can’t stop us from being together. I really like her, I don’t see what’s problem with that.”

Dan was desperate by now. We had never thought that it would be that difficult.

“My problem is that you two dating is not a good idea. You are older than her, you are way more experienced than her, I know your history with girls as well as your intentions and she is my little sister after all! She’s a taboo for you. Got it?” Phil growled his words were final and we knew that nothing we could say could change his mind. Not now. He needed time.

Dan opened his mouth to say something, not giving up that easily but I stopped him by squeezing his hand that I was still holding.

“Thank you for trying, Dan. I don’t think fighting more now would change something. Let’s talk tomorrow.” I whispered, deeply looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

Dan’s eyes softened as he nodded.

“I should leave, shouldn’t I?” he asked.

Before I could answer Phil had already shouted “Yes!”

10 minutes later Dan’s car left our drive way. It was around midnight and I wished he could stay, but I don’t think this house could bare that much tension. I watched him make his way down the road from the kitchen window until his car took a scarp left turn and wasn’t to be seen anymore.

I felt exhausted like I had just worked out for ten straight hours. I was worn out. After the high I felt because of being with Dan I felt dull now.

I let myself fall on my bed face first and couldn’t stop the tears from coming anymore. The hot salty water ran down my cheeks. Dan had feelings for me. He wanted to be my boyfriend but Phil ruined it all. Why was my brother suddenly so overprotective? There was no reason to act like that!

I decided to finally call one of my best friends. She was good at giving advice and she had already helped me with a lot of relationship questions. She was also the only one I had talked about Dan with, she knew I had a major crush on him.

She picked up after it ran a few times, sounding tired. I had probably woken her up and immediately regretted my decision to call her because I felt so bad.

“What’s up?” I heard her say but I couldn’t answer instead I sobbed into the speaker of my phone.

“Y/N, are you okay?” she sounded far more awake now.

I wished she could see me nod so I wouldn’t have to speak. Eventually, I stuttered a few words and she seemed to understand.

“I’ll be at your house in ten minutes.”

Just like she promised her car stopped in the drive way ten minutes later to get me. Since my room was on the ground floor I only had to climb out my window, no heights or jumping involved. I needed to have a long talk and comforting words as well as ice cream right now.

When she started driving to her house I was glad to distance myself from my brother who I normally loved to bits….

“Dan, where is she?!”

Phil shouted into his phone at 1 am. He couldn’t find a way to sleep after being so harsh and rude to his sister and his best friend. He just wanted to apologize, but when he walked into her room it was completely empty.


“Y/N, obviously.” Phil snarled, getting nervous.

“Have you checked her bed?”

“She is not home.”

“Well, she is not at my place either!” Dan couldn’t keep his voice down.


anonymous asked:

Prompt: Dean punchs Sam for drunkenly kissing Cass and finding out only because there's a photo. He ignores Cass as well. In the end, he apologises and explains why he flipped out ;D

The hockey game had been Dean’s idea. Now he regrets even mentioning it.

“’Dollar Beer Night’, Sam,” Dean had said. “How can you say no to that? We all need a night out: you, me, Cas…” 

Sam had agreed to go, as had Castiel (even though the intricacies of organized sports tended to escape him most of the time). They piled into the Impala and headed to the nearby arena to watch the local ECHL team while getting hammered on cheap beer.

That had been the plan at least. 

Everything was going so well up until the end of the first period. Dean got up to drain the snake and get them all refills, leaving Cas and a visibly-tipsy Sam at their seats. He was standing in line at Concessions, watching the replays on the monitor above his head when the stadium began their “Kiss Cam” thing. 

It was cute: a young couple clearly on a first date, and elderly man and woman decked head to toe in team colors, A man and a woman who don’t seem to know each other very well but play along with a peck on the cheek, a shaggy haired guy and… Wait, is that Sam and Castiel?

“What the…?” Dean mutters, watching in horror as Sam cups a hand around Castiel’s jaw, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. Castiel looks surprised at first then  relaxes. Dean’s veins seem to harden and fill with ice water. He barely aware of  the cups of beer tipping out of his hand or the shouts of the other attendees around him. 

Seconds pass like hours as Dean’s eyes remain glued to the screen. Dean has seen so much horror and awfulness in his life but it doesn’t compare with the image of his brother kissing his, uh, his…

“Fuck…” Dean hisses under his breath. Without thinking, he moves down the passage way, heading back to his seats.

“Hey Dean,” Sam says cheerily, his words a little slurred. “Castiel and I were on the-” He’s cut off by Dean’s fist connecting with his jaw. Sam lurches back for a moment and before lunging toward Dean, plowing his entire weight into his brother. Castiel calls out Dean’s name and attempts to pull them apart as Security scrambles up the steps toward them.

“What the fuck, Dean!” Sam shouts as they walk toward the Impala after being thrown out of the arena. “What the fuck is you fucking problem?” Dean stomps toward the car, any buzz from the beer now gone. 

“I said I was sorry,” Dean says, not turning around. He was, too; He had no idea why he blew up that way at his brother. It was clear that the kiss had been a joke; just a drunken reaction to the Kiss Cam. Sam was laughing like an idiot the whole time he was doing it. 

Castiel stays strangely quiet, trailing behind the two men. Dean can tell he’s pissed, at him in particular. That was all Dean seemed to do nowadays- piss off people who care about him and drive them farther away. Dean couldn’t even bring himself to look at Castiel. 

“Why the hell did you punch me?” Sam asks again.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dean says. “Let’s just head back to the-”

“No, no!” Sam grabs Dean by the shoulder and spins him around to face him. “You’re going to tell me right now what-”

“Is it because Sam kissed me?” Castiel asks. Dean startles and looks toward him, his blue eyes cool and a little accusing.

“I… I uh… I,” Dean stammers. A denial hangs on his tongue, but he just can’t seem to get it out.

“Is that fucking why?!” Sam blurts out incredulously. He makes a disgusted noise and scrubs a hand over his face. “Godammit! As if I don’t have to deal with the two of you and your soap opera shenanigans enough. Christ, Dean, you could’ve said ‘hey, Cas is my boyfriend. Hands off, alright?’”

“Cas, isn’t my-”

“If you’re companionable to that idea, Dean, I think I can be persuaded-”Cas interjects. 

“But instead,” Sam continues, “You decide to punch first and ask questions later. That is not how healthy relationships work!” 

“Sam, it’s not like -” Dean frowns, noticing the disappointed pull to Castiel’s shoulders. “I mean, if you want it to be like that, we can Cas, but-” Sam grabs the car keys from Dean’s hand.

“I’m going to the car,” he says firmly, turning to leave, “You two get this sorted out. I don’t care what you do, just do it.” Sam’s grumbles echo through the parking lot as he walked away from them. Dean can’t lift his gaze to meet Cas’, too mortified and angry with himself. He starts to follow after Sam when Cas pipes up.

“Dean?” he asks. “Dean… Is that why you punched Sam? Because you were jealous and assumed him and I were in some sort of relationship?” Dean doesn’t answer, just continues to stare at the ground. 

“I can assure you,” Castiel continues, “that my interest in Sam is purely platonic.” Dean nods, but he can’t seem to shake the image of the kiss from his brain. “Unlike my interest in you which is… deeper.” Castiel moves forward, and Dean barely has time to react before Cas’ lips are on his. The kiss isn’t as quick or messy as the ‘Kiss Cam’ kiss, but there’s a level of need and intensity that has Dean sinking into Castiel’s embrace touch, his mouth opening willingly as Castiel’s tongue runs over the seam of his lips.

Dean’s hands come up around Castiel’s middle, pulling his closer and earning a soft groan. Castiel’s hand close around Dean’s chin, his cool fingers a counterpart to the warmth of his mouth. 

Dean pulls back first, catching his breath and resting his forehead against Cas’ temple. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I’m an idiot.”

“A little,” Castiel offers. “But you’re my idiot.” And then a little more hesitantly. “You are, aren’t you? Mine?” Dean leans his head on Cas’ shoulder. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I am.”

Guess who’s back - Montgomery de la Cruz

Request: Can I get a Monty imagine? Where they had a short fling then didn’t see each other all summer. Back at school they see each other again and can’t help but have feelings for each other. Ending fluffy plz

Word count: 1173

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x reader


Originally posted by knightlley

You were finally back home after two months of travelling through Europe. You had seen the most amazing places like Lisbon and Switzerland. Europe was so much cooler than America, they were more laid back and the cities were more beautiful. You were distracted by all the messaged on your phone when you were unpacking. Everybody wanted to know how your trip wen. You decided to answer them another time. You were tired and went to sleep very early. School started again tomorrow and you couldn’t skip class on day one.

Walking in school felt better than you expected. You were so happy to see everybody again. You had to catch up on so much that happened during the summer and everyone wanted to catch up about your Europe trip.

It was lunch time, when you walked in the cafeteria you saw your group of friends sitting together.

“Y/N! here!” Sheri shouted at you. You smiled and walked towards her. With her were Jess and Justin.

After a couple of minutes more people joined your table including Montgomery de la Cruz.

Before you left you had a one night stand with him after a party. Your ride home bailed on you and you didn’t want to wake your parents so you slept at Montgomery’s house. The one led to the other and before you knew it sex happened. Even tho you were a little drunk it was a night you would never want to forget. The things Monty could with his body were thing you’ve never experienced before. You always thought Montgomery was very hot and you thought he was a really nice guy but since you were leaving you decided to let it be. You left not very long after and didn’t hear from him during your trip. You had to admit you missed him more than your other friends but you didn’t give meaning to the feeling.

Montgomery sat next to you. “Well that’s been a long time!” he says while a smile appears on his face. You had to admit you were weak for Montgomery, even more after what happened. You started to blush.

“You look cute like that.” Montgomery whispers in your ear. You smile even more when suddenly you’re interrupted by Jess.

“Come one y/n tell us everything about Europe!”

So you started to tell about the beaches, the cute cities, the delicious food and the sweet people. You felt Montgomery’s eyes burn into your cheeks but you were too shy to look at him.

“And how were the boys?” Sheri asks. You didn’t know how to answer this question. All this time in Europe you didn’t even look at one guy. They weren’t your type and you didn’t feel the need to look at them? You missed someone else way harder there.

“Meh nothing special.” you say.

“Really? No steamy one night stands?” Jess asks

In the corner of your eye you see Montgomery’s jaw clench. Was he getting jealous?

“I’ll have to disappoint you girls, but no no one night stands.”

Before you knew it the bell rang and you had to get back to class. You had biology, not one of your favourites so you decided so sit at the back of the class. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate. It was a text from Montgomery.

“Can I see you tonight? 8 pm at my place? –M”

“Why? – y/n”

“Don’t ask so much questions, yes or no? –M”

“Well yess, I guess? –y/n”

“Great! –M”

You lightened up completely even tho it was a little weird. What was he planning and why were you feeling so happy? It was just Montgomery, but maybe that was just the thing.


“I’m leaving mom! I’ll be home before 11!” you shout while walking out the door and heading over to Monty’s.

You rang when his mom opened the door. you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh hello miss. I’m y/n. I’m here for Montgomery?”

“Of course! Come in, I think he’s still doing some homework but you can go upstairs if you like? He’s room is the second door on your right.”

Montgomery and homework? That’s a strange combination you thought by yourself but you decided to ignore it and just go upstairs.

When you came at the second door you knocked.

“I’m busy mom!” you heard Montgomery scream

“Well it’s not your mom, can I come in?”

Suddenly a wild Monty appears with a big smile.  “Sorry! Come in.”

“So now tell me, why did you want to see me? I’ve been thinking about the whole day” you ask.

“I really need to tell you something important y/n..” Monty says quietly.

“So shoot?” you say while getting a little nervous. You were wondering about it all day and every time you send him a question about it he just said he would explain it later.

“Well.. so… here it goes..” Monty stutters out.

“God damn it just say it Mont.”

“Okay okay calm down. So what I was trying to say is.. I love you y/n. Everything that happened that night, it meant so much to me. I felt so good with you but since you left I thought I could forget you but seeing you today everything just came back and-“

You didn’t even listen anymore you just crashed your lips against his. Everything he said described perfectly how you felt the entire time. You missed Montgomery but as more as a friend. He was the reason you didn’t look at other guys in Europe.

“I love you too Montgomery.” You whisper your forehead still touching his.

His face lights up and he picks you up while you wrap your legs around his waist and spins you around..

“I’m so happy you feel the same. At lunch when they asked about other boys I started to feel so jealous. The thought of someone else having you made me crazy so I knew I had to tell you.”

“And I’m happy you did.” You smile at Montgomery before you pull him in for a deep passionate kiss.

After, you laid in bed with him cuddling and watching your favourite series. His grip was strong around your waist. It felt like he would never let go of you. He constantly gave you kisses going from your forehead to your neck. You felt so safe in his arms. this was everything you’ve been wanting for the couple months you just didn’t accept the feelings because you thought he had long forgot about you. You texted your mom letting her know you were sleeping somewhere else because you were slowly falling asleep in Montgomery’s arms when suddenly Montgomery started to whisper in your ear.



“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“There is nothing I want more in the world right now Montgomery.”

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PS I read the requests, but I’m going to answer after I start working on it! xx


Summary: Very carefully and skillfully, you have been stealing from the Saviors for over a month now. Until one day you allow your ego to get the best of you and you challenge Negan to try and catch you, himself.
Prompt: I had one of the Hide and Seek prompts! I decided to put a twist on it and incorporate more of a cat and mouse type of game.
Word Count: 4,265
Pairing: Negan/Female Reader
Chapter: One-Shot
Warning: NSFW, Smut, Language
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to complete! Thank you Ash for extending the deadline. Congrats on 2,000 followers! I’m not sure if I’m 100% happy with this but I hope you enjoy!
Tags: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network

“God-fucking damnit!” You heard the loud, thunderous voice of the Saviors leader, Negan, roar out into the woods. “Someone better catch that little fucking thief, TODAY!”

Laughing to yourself, you hurried through the woods, maneuvering your way through the series of trees.

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Playbook (Reggie x Reader)

“Bye Ronnie” You shouted as you ran down the hall not wanting to be late for your ride home.

“Bye Y/N, see you tomorrow”

“What’s going on in here?” Veronica asked as she walked into the Blue and Gold paper office.

“These girls” Betty started to say as she waved her arms in a pointing gesture “Also had been victims of slut shaming from boy on the football team.” Veronica looked at Betty for a moment before turning her attention to the girls.

“Are you serious?” She questioned not wanting to be lied too about something like this. All of the girls nodded their heads and Veronica let out a breath. Looking at the girls she wondering how many more in this school had been shamed. There were about a dozen here and she knew not everyone would come forward. “Well ladies what are we going to do” But before anyone got a chance to answer her, in came two students.

“Guys welcome” Betty greeted as they entered “Veronica this is Valerie and her brother Trev who use to be on the football team. I’m pretty sure this will answer your question on what to do.” Trev looked at the girls in the room and spoke

“There’s a book it’s umm called the Playbook” Trev reached up to touch his neck nervously as all eyes were on him “The team uses it to write down and keep track of all of the girls they hook up  with. They keep score for themselves and how much each girls is worth.” Most of the girls let out a gasp, shocked that the football team was at something like this. “It’s not all of the players but it’s a enough that I quit the team over.”

“Do you know where the book is?” Veronica asked wanting to get straight to the point.

“Yeah I do”

 That’s what led the girl’s here in the school at night. A few of them came to find the book in the place where Trev said it would be to make sure it was true. As Betty searched the supply closet for it, everyone was on edge, not really wanting it to be true but also that Cheryl had showed up. As she knew her brother she knew that there was no way he would do this.

“Guy’s I found it” Betty shouted as she came rushing out with a book in her hands. Everyone gather around her as she opened the book. Reading down the pages there were many names of girls that lived in Riverdale also the football teams members next to them.

“There’s my name” Veronica said as she pointed to it next to Chuck’s name.

“There’s Polly’s” Betty let out. Cheryl stepped back from everyone not really believing it even with proof right in front of her. Veronica scanned the book even more, coming across names of the girls that she had met earlier but one caught her eye.

“Betty isn’t that Y/N?” Betty and Veronica looked over to the player’s name and it was Reggie.

“Since when was she seeing Reggie?” Ronnie asked but Betty just shook her head, she didn’t know anything about it and she had been friend with you for years. Not once did you ever mention anything about Reggie let alone hooking up with him. Flicking to more pages the girls found your name even more, which left them wondering until Cheryl let out a laugh.

“You guys didn’t know? Betty really I thought you would of, you guys have been friends for what? Like ten years.” Letting a smirk come across her face she started again “I didn’t think poor Veronica would know but Betty you. How about I save you the fun. Go asked your best friend all about their little hook ups you would love to know the details trust me” Turning on her heel Cheryl made her way out of the building happy that they were now thinking of someone other than her brother. With one finally look the girls took pictures for proof and also made their way out but now there was a bigger thing to solve.

“Y/N” Betty and Veronica shouted as they saw you at your locker. You turned facing the two, giving them a wave and a smile. The girls looked at each other before they walked up to you not really knowing how this was going to go.

“Morning guys” You said as you took some books out of your locker and into your book bag.

“We need to talk to you” Betty spoke as she looked around the hallway seeing tons of students.

“Sure go on, I’m all ears”

“We shouldn’t do it here Y/N” Veronica told you as she grabbed your arm. Giving her a strange look you pulled your arm back.

“Whatever you guys need to say, you can do it here” You argued not really wanting to go somewhere if it wasn’t that important, class was going to be starting soon.

“Did you have sex with Reggie” Ronnie let out, not wanting to put up with your attitude this morning. You made a face then asked

“Where did you heard that? That’s bullshit” The bell for class rang so you close your locker wanting to go but the girls wouldn’t let you. “Can you move?”

“No not until you tell us the truth”

“I just did” Betty heart was breaking with every word that came out of your mouth, she didn’t want to believe that her best friend for years was lying to her. You guys told each other everything or so she thought. Pushing your way pass them you didn’t want to be late but as you got a little far away Betty spoke as her voice crack

“We have proof”

“You what?” You whipped around and walked back over to the two. Betty could tell in your voice that your were slightly panicked.

“Ever hear of the playbook? When you were to busy fooling around with Reggie, the football team was keeping track of you and others you know. Have to get the highest points right?” Ronnie sassed out but you didn’t speak. Everything was running through your mind. But Betty knew you, she knew what you were thinking.

“You knew” Betty whispered, Ronnie looked over at Betty


“She knew that’s why she not saying anything. She doesn’t know what to. How long?”

Betty asked but when you didn’t respond she yelled.


“Would you be quiet so we won’t get in trouble” You stated looking around to make sure the hallways were clear. Letting out a sigh you spoke once again “I knew about the list or whatever it is. Reggie mention to me after one of the guys said I must be a good number. I hook up with him a few times”

“You never told me” Betty said ready to let out tears.

“How could I Betty? With everything going on with your sister and now this, it just wasn’t the right time. I promise you that I never knew about Jason and Polly in the book. I never really knew what it was I thought it was some joke between the guys but I guess not.”

“Not is right” Veronica informed you.

“Don’t blame me for this. I’m not the one who made it and I’m damn well not the only person who knew”

“They were slut shame Y/N because of this.”

“I didn’t know that Veronica.”

“You didn’t bother to care”

“Would you girls get to class” A teacher shouted down the hallway, making you guys drop the subject and move on to your guys classes.

“Reggie” You barked as you pulled him into a empty classroom.

“Who knew, you couldn’t wait to get a piece of this” Reggie let out a laugh “Didn’t take you for the girl who would do it in a classroom” With a roll of your eyes you let out

“We need to talk about the playbook” The last word made Reggie stop joking around and look at you in the eye.

“What about it?”

“People know about it Reggie. They know it’s a real thing. I know it’s a real thing. I thought this was just some big joke, nope you guys actually put it in a book” Taking your hands in his Reggie started to explain.

“Chuck started it last season to see how much action everyone was getting on the team. We’re supposed to put it in every time we do it with a girl, we got to write her name and the date. I stopped putting your name in as soon as we got serious because I realized how stupid it really is. Chuck and them take it as a big deal, to them the more girls you got the better. If they know about some one on the team doing it they will put it in just so the whole team knows what we’re doing”

“You need to come clean” Reggie stepped back wide eyes

“I love you I really do but I can’t do that. If these people know they need to do it. This team is what gets me through college and without I can’t go. I’m not risking rating for my future.” Giving him a nod you truly understood him reasoning. You knew what his parents were like.

“Just tell the truth when asked Reggie please, the people who know already took action and you can’t be caught up in this.”

“If they asked babe your the only one with my name in the book, you’re my girlfriend they can’t doing anything about me hooking up with you” Letting out a laugh you smiled and agreed. Reggie pulled you into his chest so he could wrapped his arm around you. You lay your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

“Always tell me the truth from now on alright” you mumbled against him. Reggie nodded his head not wanting to risk losing you to anything so stupid again. You both wanted this fix not just for you but for the girls who got hurt by it.

Too Close For Comfort

Originally posted by leakees

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Swearing and really rude and hurtful things but then fluff at the end, also, claustrophobia.

Rating: Mature (for only swearing)

A/N: This was a request from an anon AGES ago: “I’m a sucker for hate/love things so I’m going to request it with Sami to feed your need lol Reader and Sami TOTALLY hates each other and are always fighting like they cant even see each other without saying something rude (Im also a sucker for rude and angry Sami) turn out they get stuck in the elevator together and one of the is claustrophobic so the other has to comfort it and they end up kissing each other and having a lot of fluff but then she says “I still hate u” so he try to change that

Sami Zayn is a fucking asshole. Whatever his fans said about him didn’t matter, you hated him. He hated you too. It all started when you came up from NXT. There was something he just didn’t like about you, and he made it known to everyone. “So please explain y/n, who did you have to sleep with to get here?” Even Kevin Owens glared at him, mouthing “what the fuck man?” at him.

“I worked my fucking ass off and you say that shit to me?” Sami just rolled his eyes and walked past you, slamming his shoulder into yours. It took everything in you to not run up and slap the hell out of him. Fuming, you stormed back the locker rooms. That’s how it’s always been between you two, pure loathing and hatred.

You were called up to the main roster about two months after Sami did. When he was gone from NXT, it felt like you could properly breathe again. Now he was back. The first few weeks were okay, just a few snide comments from both sides. Then it got bad. You started up a rivalry with Charlotte leading up to Wrestlemania 32 and would be placed in the match along with Becky Lynch and Sasha Banks. Sami thought you were overstepping your “low status”. Your arguments would get so heated that people from Kalisto to the Big Show would have to separate you two. The fights were vicious. Although Sami wouldn’t hit you because he said it was against who he was, he made it clear that he would love to. You, on the other hand, didn’t care how you looked to others. Before you could usually smack his smug little smile off his face, someone much stronger and more level headed would swoop in and throw you over their shoulder. Whoever was brave enough would have to dodge your fists and knees as you tried to claw your way back to Sami. Kevin would usually come in and try to calm down Sami.

It was Wrestlemania weekend and like most NXT alums, you had just seen Takeover Dallas. It was amazing, minus Sami’s match. Not that it was a bad match, but Sami kept glaring at you when he would attack Shinsuke, like he wished it was you in Shinsuke’s place. 

After catching up with everyone, you along with the huge group of main roster stars, headed back to the hotel. You lingered a bit down in the bar, just sipping on a coke because the last thing you needed was a hangover during the biggest match of your life. Finally, you decided to head upstairs, taking the elevator to save your legs the strain. Once in, you hit the number 7 button and it flashed. Sami came sprinting in, just barely making it.

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He keeps me sane

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

  “CLOSE THE GATES” When they said they were closing the gate, while my little brother was out there was the worst feeling ever. His everything I have left.

  I was running towards the gates before they could close them. Sadly being stopped by my boyfriend Bellamy. 

  “You can’t go out there it’s too dangerous” Bellamy said holding my wrist. “My little brothers out there Bellamy. His scared. I need to help him! ” I shouted, by then I couldn’t control my tears.

  “There’s grounders out there Y/n. We’ll look for him in the morning, it’s to dark now” He said trying to calm me down. “C'mon lets go to the tent and sleep. First sign of daylight tomorrow and I’ll take a group out and we’ll go find him" We headed into the tent, holding onto Bellamy crying into his chest. 

  "You need to calm down, Y/n stressing won’t help you.” He said, holding me in his arms. “How, am I suppose to calm down? My little brother is in the woods, he could be hurt for all I know! His means everything to me Bellamy. When I was a little girl I didn’t have anyone, only him. He keeps me sane”

  “I know how you feel, I have a little sister. But right now Y/n we only have each other.” He kissed my forehead.


  An hour past and, Bellamy was already past out. I knew I couldn’t stay in the tent all night and not worry. I was determined to go find my little brother, even if no one would help me. 

  I exited the tent quietly, hoping not to wake Bellamy up. I looked around hoping to not be seen by anyone. I made it to the tunnels without anyone seeing when Octavia caught me.

  “Y/n, where are you going? Does my brother know about this” she whispered.

  “My brothers out there Octavia, I need to go find him” I whispered. Worrying about if she would run off to tell her brother or not say anything at all.

  “Your going to need this” She said, handing me a spear, she probably made.

  “Thank you Octavia. I appreciate this. Don’t tell Bellamy.” I hugged her.

  “I won’t. Take care Y/n” she said, right before I got in the tunnel. 


   "JAMIE" I yelled out, hoping for my brother to call out. I heard a twig break, and I flinched. 

 Maybe yelling in the woods full of grounders wasn’t a good idea. 

  “Jamie is that you??” I asked. All I could see was a dark shadow getting closer. I was scared, I could feel my heart beating fast. 

  “Y/n, is that you” Jamie said coming out behind the tree. I ran to him, happier then ever. Hugging him, never wanting to let go. 

  “Oh, Jamie. Never scare me like that again. Let’s go home”


  We were about, ten minutes away from camp. I was holding Jamie hand tight, a little to tight. Scared to lose him again. I heard a twig snap.

  “Shh. There’s something out here” I whispered. 

  “You shouldn’t be out here” a voice said. It scared me, sent shivers down my whole body. 

 I took the spear out pointing it, at the grounder. “You think you can can defeat me with that” the grounder laughed. 

 "No, but I can I defeat you with this!“ Bellamy said loudly, before shouting the grounder. The grounder instantly falling to the floor.

 "Bellamy.” I ran towards him. Making Him drop his gun down and hugging me. “I love you! Thank you for saving us” I said before, kissing him.

 "Eww" my eight year old brother said. Bellamy and I laughed. 

 "What you did tonight was reckless, Y/n. You could’ve got hurt if I wasn’t here.“ I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted me. "But I would’ve done the same thing if Octavia was out here. That’s why I love you Y/n, because you protect everyone.”

Dripping in Diamonds Pt. 2

Pt. 1

“Fuck, I can’t believe you did this. Were you ever going to tell me? I ran away from my family for a reason Alfie; they’re shit. I didn’t want to be involved in that life anymore, but I guess it follows me around.” You say harshly, throwing clothes haphazardly into a suitcase on the bed. You wanted your words to hurt, to suggest that Alfie was just as bad as them, which you were slowly starting to realize was true. Of course you knew all along that he was practically the same as your brother’s, Tommy especially, but you chose to ignore it. Now you couldn’t.

“Listen, its best for the company, yeah? Isn’t that what we both want?” He says, trying to stop you but you fight against his grip.

“I want you to stop being a little prick and tell me everything about the business. I want to be your equal, and I definitely don’t want to be kept in the dark.” Your voice sounds harsher than it’s ever been, and his silence is confirmation. You look at him before grabbing your suitcase and walking out of the room.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe a fic where Waverly actually asks Nicole to stay. Every time someone important comes to talk to Waverly, Nicole always leaves and I think it's because she feels like she shouldn't intrude on her conversation with Wynonna or whoever but I want Waverly to ask her to stay for once

A/N: those demon-spider scenes reminded me a lot of Alien so this is just a little shout out to that

Nicole and Waverly were on the couch in the homestead living room, a movie playing like white noise on the television.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen Alien,” Waverly teased Nicole.

“I still haven’t,” Nicole replied, voice low, taking Waverly’s hand in her own and lifting her girlfriend’s palm to her lips to pepper with soft, lingering kisses.

Waverly was lying on the couch, head in Nicole’s lap, rubbing her girlfriend’s thigh softly with her free hand. The movie was almost over and both struggled to pay attention, distracted by the other’s company. Nicole chose to use the length of the film as an excuse to keep her hands and her gaze on Waverly for two additional hours before she had to leave. She had an early shift the following morning but Waverly had convinced her to stay in for a movie night.

“Nicole, this is one of my favorite movies and I’m trying to share it with you,” Waverly said, punctuating with a mock-pout.

Nicole bent down, kissing Waverly and coaxing her lips back into a soft smile.

Since they’d made up – and made up again – neither could keep their hands off the other. They’d always been openly and generously affectionate but this level of physical intimacy was something new.

Their first fight had marked the end of their honeymoon period. During their fight, Waverly was dead-scared of what that could mean for their relationship – she couldn’t lose Nicole. On the other side of it now, their relationship seemed stronger than ever, comfortable and resilient. Not everything had been resolved yet but by making up and talking through their problems little by little, Nicole and Waverly recommitted to fighting for the other and for themselves as a couple. Making up the first time was a precedent for further conflict resolution and there was no doubt in Waverly’s mind that Nicole would slay dragons for her if needed – or demons … or belligerent exes. Everyday, “I love you” threatened to leave Waverly’s kiss-swollen lips; keeping it to herself felt as unnatural as caging birds but she still spent her days waiting for the right moment.

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evenerikkealene  asked:

mikki please could you write something about how even told his parents that he and isak decided to live together? ☺️☺️☺️

I’m so sorry this took forever but I had so much fun with this so thank you so much! <3 your prompts are brilliant. Also this got looooong so bare with me haha I hope you enjoy :) <3

Isak could feel it in the bottom of his stomach, the heaviness giving him shivers up and down his spine, his throat dried up and his hands dangled by his sides shaking at the mere thought of what he was about to do.
Yep he was so going to throw up.
Suddenly a hand took one of his own and he felt calmness radiate from the tip of his fingertips until he could finally breathe easily enough to look up at the beautiful face attached to the hand that took away his nerves.
“Hey, it’ll be okay” Even smiled, his fingers squeezing Isaks in a gesture that made his heart squeeze and nearly combust with it.
“How do you know that?” Isak asked sadly his mind thinking of every single way this could possibly go wrong.
“Because stupid…” he leant over to kiss Isaks cheek before whispering in his ear “we’re about to tell my mother that I am finally moving out with the most beautiful person in the world.” He leant back and grinned so bright the world lit up around them “what could possibly go wrong baby?”
A lot of fucking things Isak thought but he tried desperately to shake it away…for Even. He needed to get his shit together and look like a mature adult who is capable of being a supportive and loving partner to Even Bech Næsheim.
He can do this, he can so do this.

Isak couldn’t do it. He felt Evens mother’s eyes piercing into his soul from the moment he walked in the door. She didn’t know yet but she knew. She knew something was up….no idea what it was. But it was something.
They both sat on the couch across from her, Even holding onto Isaks hand obliviously happy and not in the slightest bit worried about how the conversation they are about to have is going to go down.
“Okay Even, what is this about?” her tone contained the volume of a thousand voices, as she suspiciously eyed the boys perched on the couch. Her eyes lingered on Isak most particularly considering, his eyes were darting all over the room in fear, as every muscle in his body visibly tightened.
“Okay mum so…” Even began his voice raining with a strange mixture of excitement and caution.
He was interrupted by the shake of her head “For crying out loud, if I didn’t know any better I would have thought you were pregnant or something!” she shouted. Isak gasped, while Even laughed “Mama! That is impossible!” his laughter had the power of clearing out all the stress in the room as both Isak and Miss Næsheim relaxed at the beautiful sound.
“Well darling, don’t you think you’re underestimating Isak’s abilities there a little?” she replied. Isak choked and nearly fell out of his chair. Thankfully Even was there to hold onto him as he laughed cheerily again and kissed Isak’s cheek. “Good point” he said softly, as Isak sat there looking like a fucking tomato.
Miss Næsheim sighed deeply “Look, you are both stressing me out. Will you just tell me what it is?”
Even turned to look at Isak, everything in his face conveyed how much he loved him, Isak could feel the reassurance that everything will be okay hit him just from looking at Even’s kind beautiful smile. He sat up straight and nodded his consent before Even turned to his mother and said very tactfully.
“I’m moving out!”
Isak resisted face palming in front of him.
Miss Næsheim was a statue.
Isak felt sick again. Fucking hell Even.
Finally she nodded “okay.”
Isak blinked “Okay?”
“Well godammit is someone going to expand this….or do I have to guess like some kind of game show guest?”
Even thought for a moment “Well actually…”
“Nei.” Isak and Even’s mother said fondly at the same time.
Even rolled his eyes “you two are too alike I don’t know what I am getting into.”
“and that is?” mama Næsheim prodded, leaning forward.
Even wrapped his arm around Isak’s shoulders “Isak and I are moving in together.”
“No! Really?” she feigned surprise, whilst rolling her eyes and smiling.
Isak let out an exhale of relief as Even smiled admiringly at his mother.
“So what do you think?” he asked and Isak could feel himself clenching in worry again.
“Well…look don’t be mad at me Even, and I mean it. don’t look at me like that, I mean it. But you both are very young…”
“Exactly! Better now then never.”
She glared. “she does that when she knows I’m winning” he whispered brightly in Isak’s ear.
Isak didn’t think it looked a hell lot like winning but what the fuck did he know?
“You have only known each oth-
“Can’t play that card mum. Look at me. Look how happy I am when was the last time I have been this….stable?”
“AND look you can’t do anything anyway I mean it’s not as if you actually have a say in-“
“Even Jesus Christ I support you!” she shouted exasperated.
Even jerked in surprise “wait…you do?”
She rolled her eyes “of course I do smartass. You don’t think I know when my son has made a shit decision?” she looked at Isak, “this isn’t one.”
Even smiled “thanks mum.”
She waved him off “yeah yeah yeah, whatever, now if you’re going to move out, what do you think about me converting your room into that art studio I’ve always wanted?”

Once they got back to Isak’s apartment Even wrapped his arms around Isak and pulled him close towards him. “Well baby that went a lot better than I thought!”
Isak furrowed his brows “it did?”
Even laughed “oh yeah! I thought it would be a disaster!”
Isak stepped out of his arms with a gasp “you told me I had nothing to worry about!”
Even shrugged “I’m your boyfriend, that’s my job.”
Isak rolled his eyes right before Even brought a smile onto his face with a lift of his eyebrows. He let himself step back and melt into his boyfriends long arms.
“Can you believe we will be together every morning and every night?”
Isak smiled because he couldn’t believe it. Being with Even for at least one night was like a dream. This? This was paradise.

What Did He Say?

Title: What Did He Say?

 Summary: When Kili decides to say something to you in Khuzdul, you have no idea what it means.  But that doesn’t stop the fallout that occurs with Fili, causing you to have to seek out some extra help.

 Warnings: None?

 Masterlist of Fan Fiction

Originally posted by lehnshark

 You were laughing at the story that Bofur was telling, completely entranced with the narrative.  Bofur was always an amazing story teller, you loved it when he would share stories around the fire.  You leaned back a bit and bumped into Fili, who was sitting next to you.  “Oh, sorry.”  You said as you shifted.  “Didn’t mean to bump you.”

“No worries, lass. Doesn’t bother me.”  He said back quickly, giving you a soft smile that made you want to melt.  Those blue eyes, those perfect blue eyes, you couldn’t think when they were looking at you.

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A Timid Lie - Cheryl x Fem!Reader request


@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53 @redhairedoddity

Anonymous said: hey, do you think you could do a archie or cheryl (whichever you’re more comfortable with) xreader where archie/cheryl gets really flustered around the reader and kind of rambles on about stuff which always makes the reader laugh, but that makes archie/cheryl kind of put down so they start to avoid the reader until the reader confronts them about it and they admit their feelings while the reader admits that the only reasont they laughed so much was because they were so happy around them?

A/N: I changed the prompt slightly but hope you like it.

“Oh my god….”

Y/N looked up from her book catching her friends eye across the table. “What C?”

“I mean just look at her outfit…I can’t understand how that Muggs girl leaves the house like that…”.


“Yeah yeah, I know. Be nice. But come on, that’s a cry for help over there!”.

The girl sat there and sighed, a bit disappointed in her friend. She knew Cheryl had a dramatic side - it was what partially drew her to the red headed bombshell. But sometimes Cheryl could be harsh for no reason. A reason that Cheryl herself would later admit.

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I do.

Finn Shelby x reader

The reader’s parents are setting her up in an arranged marriage

“Please don’t leave me,” Finn was grabbing both sides of your face tears in both of your eyes. You stared at him even looking at him was breaking your heart, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You started sobbing into his chest. Neither of you could believe this was really happening. Your parents were marrying you off. Finn Shelby wasn’t good enough for an Anderson girl, that’s what everyone would say anyway. Your Grandfather owned almost all of the land in and around Birmingham. Your family was the richest family around. Your father, Robert Anderson, brought you up in some type of mansion, you were sent to private school and treated like what he thought was royalty. Your family had money and a reputation to uphold, but you weren’t interested in the money. You were interested in Finn. It was two days, two days until you would be married to Samuel Williams, a respectable man with a very respectable family. You begged and pleaded your parents not to make you do this for months but you were ignored, the wedding was planned, the house was bought and the invitations were out.

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Missing Parts - 23.

Part 24 
Missing Parts Masterlist

Originally posted by mashable

After your Hogsmeade trip the Sunday passed happier between you than any other day in the past months. The simple thought that finally you will do something against Umbridge lift your mood, not to mention you could see there really are people who believe what Harry says. He seemed delighted too; and you knew it’s also because of your lovely date that you had in The Three Broomsticks. Not even the large amount of homework could spoil your mood.

Except Umbridge herself, who shut down every organization by Monday morning. That couldn’t be a coincidence, you knew it, but it’s only made you more eager to stand up against her.

The first D.A. meeating went pretty well; Harry was a good teacher indeed. Even though if you started with basic spells, everybody needs practice, and for some people it was clearly necessary. There were only two things that bothered you – or better to say, two people. Firstly, Zacharias Smith, who constantly added pejorative notes to almost whatever Harry said. You were really close to hex him, but then there was the other thing that bothered you – Cho Chang’s flirting with your boyfriend all the damn time.

“So, what’s wrong?” – Harry asked after Ron and Hermione disappeared behind the Fat Lady’s portrait and you stopped at the deserted corridor. The seventh floor was always empty and silent at these late hours.

“Nothing.” – you said with an unusually high pitched voice, but as he looked questioningly, you sighed loudly and continued. – “Why Cho touching your arms and giggling evey time when you’re near to her?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, she’s… wait, are you jealous?” – Taking a step closer, a grin started to appear on the corner of his mouth.

“No, I’m not.” – you said, offended. – “Or maybe I am. But the girl is flirting with you!”

As he let out a laugh you shot an angry look at him, folding your arms across your chest, so he stopped. “Oh, come on. She probably knows I’m dating with you.”

“Yeah, and apperantly, she doesn’t care.” – you hissed, avoiding his gaze.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing a hand on the small of your back. Staring his chest rather than his eyes, you were fiddling with the collar of his shirt as he started to speak in a low voice. “Listen, even is she does, I don’t care. Okay? I’m in love with you.” – As the words left his lips he fell silent instantly, and looking up at him, you saw as a light red colour flooded his cheeks. You knew why, saying this was truly hard for him, and this was definitely the first time he did.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, it was stupid.” – you muttered in a raspy voice, leaning closer and kissing him. – “I love you.” – you whispered against his skin, feeling he was smiling.

Arriving back to the common room, you spent there the rest of your night, even when it was completely empty – except the four of you. Ron and Hermione was sitting on one of the couches next to each other, while Harry on the ground with his back against the sofa, you between his legs, leaning back on his chest as his hands was gently wrapped around you.

“I still can’t believe that was your idea Hermione.” – you said as you were talking about the D.A., making her smile. – “I’m so proud of you.”

Her laugh was stopped by Ron’s sudden voice. “Sirius!”

“Yes, I think he’ll be proud too.” – you added, but looking up at Ron, he was staring in the other direction.

“No, I mean in the fire!”

Turning your heads, you saw your father’s head inside the fireplace; a little smirk on his face and an eyebrow cocked. “Having fun?”

Way too quickly, you crawled out from Harry’s embrace, kneeling down in front of the fire. “What – what are you doing here? Mom knows about this?” – you rattled of, only in the attempt to distract the attention from Harry and yourself.

“What kind of a question is this? Of course she doesn’t know.” – he said with ease. – “But I need to know more about your secret, illegal society.”

WHAT?” – you yelled together immediately before he told about Mundungus, who was also at the Hog’s Head all the time, having a perfect view of you and the whole D.A. He also told that Mrs. Weasley wasn’t happy about the idea at all.

“It applies to you too.” – he looked at you. – “Your mother said she don’t want to hear about that you’ll take part anything like this.”

“And what do you say?”

“I say she doesn’t have to hear about it.” – he said with a wink, making you grinning.

“So do you think that’s a good idea?” – Harry asked in surprise.

“Of course! Do you think James and me wouldn’t have done the same thing?”

You continued to talking about the Dumbledore’s Army for a little while, but you could tell there were some other things that he wanted to say; and when there was just a moment silence between you, he take the advantage and asked. “So, what is it about you two?”

Glancing at Harry, you saw he was too nervous to speak, but when you opened your mouth to answer, your father spoke again. “Dung saw you together in The Three Broomsticks too.”

Harry nervously run his fingers through his hair and stared at the floor, but now you felt yourself unconfortable too, thinking about your not exactly modest behaviour at the pub.

“Well, so, we’re… dating.” – you said.

“You don’t say.” – he answered sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit. “Okay, sorry! I just didn’t write about it because I wanted to tell you in person.”

To your surprise, he wasn’t offended at all, but a kind smile appeared on his face. “I think…” – he started, but stopped suddenly, and in the next moment, he vanished.

“What…?” – you fell silence immediately as you saw a small, chubby hand with big, lousy rings on her fingers. All of you jumped up and runned up to your own dormitory. Being so shocked, you only talked just a few words about it with Hermione before both of you went to bed.

That was the first night in a long time when you couldn’t sleep again. All you could think if is how close was Umbridge hand and what if she saw him, even if it’d be still impossible to find him at the Grimmauld Place. You still tried to remain calm and not stressing over about it, but after a few days, you’ve got a message from a little first year. Unfolding the parchment, it said your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wants to see you in her office at four p.m.

“What have you done? I told you shouldn’t do anything!” – Harry said almost angrily while you were sitting at the Gryffindor table at the Great Hall in the morning.

“And I haven’t done anything!” – Staring at the parchment with the childish handwriting, the answer was suddenly too clear, but you remained in silent. Instead of you, Hermione said out loud. 

“She knows about Sirius. She probably saw him on the other night…”

The rest of your day passed anxiously, not looking forward for your chat with Umbridge. You weren’t afraid of her, but it wasn’t about you.

Knocking at her door just a minute before four, you heard the girlish voice right away, giving a permission to enter. After you stepped inside the office, you had to take a deep breath to prevent yourself from making faces. Everything was pink and lacy, and there was some strong parfume-like scent which you were sure it could make your head ache after ten minutes.

“Sit down.” – she said with a fake smile which was more like a grimace, her voice sweet. “Would you like some tea?”

Before you could say no, she already handed a cup to you, already filled with the drink. “Sugar? Milk?” – she asked with the same sugary tone.

“No, thank you.” – you said uncertainly, not taking your eyes off her. 

“Just drink.” - she insisted.

You just lifted the cup, but your right mind stopped you. It was too suspicious. The hot liquid touched your lips, and you acted like you drink some of it.

“Tell me, my dear, what do you know about Sirius Black’s whereabouts?”

The arty cup trembled in your hand, even though you expected this question. “Nothing.”

“Drink some tea… before it cools down too much.” – her smile was so forced you couldn’t decide it’s funny or frightening. You faked another sip. – “Where’s your father?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never met him.”

As the muscles in her face tightened, you could tell she started to lose her patience. “And what about your mother? Does she know anything about him?”

“Leave my mother out of it!” – you snapped; half of the tea spilled on the floor.

A vicious smile hovered on the corner of her mouth. “Tell me, Miss Black. Where is she now? As far as we know, your house in Hampshire stands empty.”

“I don’t think my mother’s personal life is your business.” – The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself, but you were so angry now, it was a miracle you didn’t shout. – “Professor.”

The little, evil smile disappeared from her face; her voice was nothing like a few minutes before. “Your mother worked amongst muggles for more than ten years – after your father’s betrayal and murder. Why is she returned to the wizarding world? Why now? And why the ministry?”

“She realized that job wasn’t for her. Maybe you should learn from her.” – you said offhandedly, causing her to losing her remained patience.

“ENOUGH!” – she shrieked, standing up, her face red with anger. – “Get out of my office!”

Even she couldn’t get any useful information, you felt yourself weak and scared, and in the moment when you arrived back in the common room, you fell into Harry’s arms, clutching your hands tightly around him and taking sharp breaths. He repeated your name several times before you pulled back, looking at his also frightened face before you lead him, Hermione, and Ron in a quiet corner. Then you told everything to them.

“I bet she put Veritaserum on your tea! But that’s illegal! Oh, Y/N, if you had drink it…” – Hermione said, but Ron cut her off.

“That bloody old hag! Harry, I’m sure she’ll speak to you too.”

“Ron’s right.” – Hermione said after she saw you confused faces. – “Fudge knows Sirius is Harry’s godfather, so probably Umbridge knows too.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you pressed your face against Harry chest who embraced you, trying to say calming words. “Everything will be fine.” – he murmured, but you could feel his fast heartbeat and rapid breathing, even when his voice was strong.

Hours later, when the common room was almost completely empty, and you were curled up on a couch, Harry spoke up after long minutes silent. “If you want to quit from the D.A., I’ll understand.”

“What do you mean?” – you asked in surprise.

“It’s not just about Sirius. Your mother work at the ministry, and Umbridge already suspicious about her.”

You shook your head. “No. That won’t solve anything. In fact, it’s just made me more tempted to do something against her.”

He pressed his face to you forehead. “I just worry about you.”

“Don’t. I can handle myself.”

He snorted. “Yeah, this is exactly why.” – You chuckled, lifting your head up and pressing a kiss on his jawline. He smiled before he pulled back, stroking your cheek with his thumb. – “Just be careful, please.”

“Okay.” – you said, trying to close that part of the conversation. – “Listen, I know Christmas is still almost a month away, but… I’d like if you’ll come and spend the break with us.” – His eyes sparkled with excitement. – “Of course, if you’d rather go to the Burrow than the darkest place in London, I wont blame you.”

“No. I want to go with you.” – This calmed you down a bit, enough for you to fell asleep peacefully; spending another night on the couch with Harry.

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Jealous!lock in the days of Molliarty

So this is a pretty fluffy version of jealous!lock I’d say. Hope you like how I did it, anon! ;)

Sherlock covertly glanced at Molly as she worked busily in the lab. This was a good opportunity. John was busy and couldn’t be there, no other employees or visitors around…yes perhaps now was his chance. He cleared his throat.

“Thrilling episode of Glee last night, wasn’t it?”

Molly halted what she was doing and frowned at him. “Glee? You…like that show?”

“Mm, what’s not to like?” He grinned.

She smiled, though still looked rather suspicious. “So um, what was your favorite part then?”

“I’d have to say the uh…the singing.” That could have been thought out a bit better. Time for a subject change…

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Okay, so this is a story I’ve been working on with @stilinskiimagines and it’s been absolutely amazing. She’s freaking awesome, and it’s been poppin. So without further ado, the second part of our collaboration, Lake House Love Affairs. (Look on her page for part three.)

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“Since forever?” He scoffed, running his hands through his hair. Your eyes softened, “Stiles.” You sighed. He turned away from you, only giving you a view of his back. “Stiles, look at me.” You demanded. “No.” He muttered. “Fine, but I’m gonna still gonna talk.”

“Stiles, I’ve known you forever. You probably just think you like me. I mean, we grew up together—” You began. Stiles then spun around, his body growing terrifyingly bigger. “You did not just say that to me.” Stiles told you. “You did not just say that to me.” He repeated, his voice growing a little louder.

“Is everything okay?” A voice sounds behind you. You turned to see Liam, his face full of worry. “Yeah, little fish, we’re fine.” You said softly, motioning for the boy you thought of as a little brother to go back outside. Stiles closed his eyes, his lips tightening into a frown. “Y/N, I don’t think you realize how special you are to me. You’re really special to me. Wanna know why?” He said shakily.

You stood quiet, waiting for him to continue. “Why?” You asked, realizing he wasn’t going to go on until you have permission.

“Because I don’t think I can love anyone as much as I love you.” He opened his eyes. “I love everything about you. I love your voice, because of how soft and kind it is even to the worst of people. I love your body, because when I see you move, you do it with such grace and confidence. When you hug me, God, I could hold you forever. Your tiny body close to mine sends a feeling through me that I can’t even begin to describe. And it’s not just the physical things about you, Y/N. Because whenever I’m around you or think about you, you make me feel invincible. You make me feel like I could walk on water, and fly across the seas.” He admitted.

“Y/N, I love you because you’re the most passionate person I’ve met. Whenever you talk about your favorite subject, or tv show, or the book you just finished reading, I don’t want you to stop. You make it sound like it’s the most beautiful thing anyone in this world could experience and you make me want to experience it too. And God, I love how you make me smile so easily. You could literally walk into the same room as me, and I can’t help but smile. Even at your lame jokes, or the fact that you snort a little bit when you laugh. I love everything about you, Y/N. I love you.”

You freeze, unsure of what to say. You’d always had a bit of a crush on Stiles, but in love? That was huge. “Oh my God..” You shake your head. “I don’t..” You sigh. “I can’t do this. Nope. Not right now.” You spin on your heel and jog up the stairs, slipping into your room. You shut the door behind you and flop down onto the bed. What the hell just happened? You did not expect this week to go this way.

You eventually fell asleep, awoken by the sound of Lydia calling your name. You sit up, rubbing your eyes. “Good, you’re up.” She nods. “We’ve busted out the wolfsbane liquor and we’re going to play drinking games. Wanna join?”

You wanted nothing more in this world than a buzz to make you feel better, “Hell yeah I’m in.” You jump up off the bed and she grins.

“I knew you were the fun one.”

“I’m always up for a drinking game.”

You rush down stairs with Lydia and to the backyard. You needed a distraction right now, and this was the perfect way to do it. “Okay, what game are we playing?” Liam asked. “Woah, there, little fish. You’re not old enough to drink.” You said, wrapping your arm around his shoulder. “I’ve drank before.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“You whAT?” You asked. “I’ve drank before.” He repeated slowly. “You’re sixteen, Liam. You shouldn’t be drinking.” You argued. He opened his mouth the speak, but you cut him off instead. “I’m very disappointed in you. I expected more from you. Go to your room.” You commanded.

“What? No. I want to play.” Liam told you angrily. You were quiet, thinking about letting the little delinquent stay. “You can stay and drink.” You said finally. You then pulled out a bottle of apple juice from behind your back, squeezing his shoulders. You held the bottle next to you faces, “Bottoms up.” You smirked.

Everyone laughed at your move, however Liam just rolled his eyes and glared. “Sorry, Liam, looks like you’re having apple juice tonight.” Derek shrugged. “Okay, who’s up for some wolfsbane liquor beer pong?” Stiles smiled. We cheered, gathering around the long table laid out.

“Alright, who’s going first?” Scott asked. “ME!” You shouted, your hand shooting in the air. They all laughed at your eagerness to get drunk. “Woah, Y/N’s looking for something tonight.” Lydia smirked. You winked at her, “Damn right. Now, who shall be my unlucky opponent?” You questioned your friends.

“Me.” A voice answered. You all turned to see Malia walk out of the house. Your eyes widened at what she was wearing. A tight tank top clung to her body, showing off her glorious curves. Along with very short shorts that exposed her lean and tan legs. And of course, her combat boots.

“Let’s see what you got.” You smirked. And then the games began. You and Malia stood on opposites sides of the table, a small ball in each hand. She shot first, the ball landing in the third cup in the middle row. She smirked at you, “Bring it.” You drank the cup dry, licking what was left on your lips.

“Last row, second cup on your right.” You told her. You threw the ball, and sure enough, that’s where it landed. Malia withdrew the ball, downing the liquor in seconds. You threw your second ball, and it landed in the first cup. Malia reached over to grab it, and you were stunned as her breasts practically popped out of her shirt. She looked up, grinning.

Clearing your throat, you waited for her to shoot her shot.

You tried to pry your eyes from her chest, staring into her eyes. She shoots, landing a shot in the back row. You take a quick drink, squeezing your eyes shut. “Jesus, Lydia..what’s in this?”

“A mix of this and that. Mom can’t know we got into the liquor. It’s just alcohol, don’t question it.” She shrugs.

“Good lord..” You mumble, taking your turn. You barely make it, Malia chuckling dryly as she throws the cup back.

You go back and forth for a bit, you win but you’re still a little more drunk than her.

“Lightweight?” Liam mutters and you glare at him.

“Don’t be mad that I made you drink apple juice.” A giggle falls from your lips.

Derek laughs, watching you stumble. “You may have hit your limit, Y/N.”

You stand up straight, shaking your head. “I’m good. I’m good and sober.” You grin.

Scott shakes his head, “Who wants to play me?”

You walk out of the room, finding Malia, Lydia, Isaac, and Hayden in the den. “What’re you guys doing?”

“Hanging out.” Lydia shrugs. “Nothing specific.”

You flop down onto the couch, sighing. “I’m buzzed.”

“You smell like it.” Malia laughs.

“You’re drunk too.” You laugh with her, your eyes lingering on her chest.

You cough, looking up at the ceiling. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Too risky.” Lydia shakes her head. “Spin the bottle.”

“And that’s not risky?” Isaac chuckles, drinking from his glass.

“I’m game.” You shrug.

“Guys! Get in here!” Malia shouts.

“What’s up?” Scott leads everyone into the room.

“Spin the bottle.” Isaac leans forward. You and Stiles exchange a glance, you quickly looking away.

“Is everyone drunk enough for that?” Mason raises an eyebrow.

“We can be.” Kira grins.

“Yeah…legally I’m going to have to sit this one out. I’ll be an idle chaperone.” Derek sits down.

“Sorry, Derek.” You laugh.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll be in the corner, sulking.” He muttered, sitting on a vacant chair. “Aw, come on Derek,” Stiles sarcastically cooed, “don’t be such a sour wolf.” Derek snapped his head to Stiles, anger written all over his face as everyone laughed at Derek’s special nickname.

“I’ll do the honors.“ Corey smirked at everyone. He took the empty beer bottle and spun it in the middle of everyone. The bottle landed on Mason. Mason blushed, and you giggled at the two boys. “Corey, you sly dog. You planned that, didn’t you?” Stiles asked. Corey grinned as he leaned across the circle to kiss the sitting Mason besides you.

“My god, you guys are so cute.” You giggled drunkenly. “Okay, Theo, you’re turn.” Malia said. Theo turned the bottle, having it land on Hayden. “Oooh.” You and Mason said together. Liam glanced between the two. “No way. No way. You’re not kissing him.” Liam complained. “Little fish, those are the rules of the game.” You told him. Hayden nodded sadly. “Yeah, little fish.” Theo added. Liam’s head snapped towards him, “Only Y/N can call me that.” He snapped.

“Liam, calm down. This is how the game works.” Hayden told Liam, placing her small hand on his shoulder. “What?!” He exclaimed. “No! No! You’re not gonna kiss the bad guy!” Liam shouted. “Liam Eugene Dunbar!” You hissed. Liam’s eyes widened at you, realizing what he had just said. Theo stood up, storming out of the room. “I-I didn't—” You cut the young boy off, “Can it. We’ll talk about this later.” You said, taking off after Theo.

You were very sober now, only feeling a light buzz. “Theo?” You called. Without an answer, you listened for a heartbeat. You heard the others downstairs, but only one was beating unbelievably fast. You headed upstairs, and found the window open in Derek and Issac’s room. “Theo?” You called again. A deep sigh was heard outside the window. You walked over, and poked your head outside. There sat Theo on the other side of the window, his eyes closed.

“Theodore, what the hell are you doing?” You asked humorously. Theo opened his eyes, a laugh leaving his lips. You climbed out the window, going to sit next to him. “You got balls, kid.” You said shakily, all too aware of your fear of height. “Mm, sure.” He chuckled. You two were silent for a moment, both staring at the moon and stars above you. “Why does everyone hate me?” Theo whispered to you.

Your eyes moved to him, “Really? You’re asking your best friend that question?” You asked. “Best friend?” He asked, turning to you. “Well,” you looked around, “do you see anyone else climbing out of a window to comfort you while you sit on a roof knowing they have a fear of heights?” He laughed at your question, shaking his head. “Thanks, Y/N/N.” He smiled.

“Theodore,” you began, “not everyone hates you.” He turned to you once again, resting his chin in his elbow. “Scott doesn’t hate you, nor does Kira, anymore. Neither does Mason, or Corey, or Malia. I sure as hell don’t hate you.” You said softly. “Okay, well what about Derek, or Stiles, or Malia, or Issac and Lydia?” He wondered painfully.

“They don’t hate you. They just strongly dislike you.” You joked. He glared lightly. “Seriously, Theodore, they don’t hate you. But you haven’t exactly given them a reason to like you either.” You shrugged. “Then why do you like me?” He asked. “Because, I can see that you’re trying. I can see that you’re trying to do better, and be a better person. That deserves as second chance.” You explained.

“Then why the hell can’t they see that?” He asked you. “I don’t know, because they’re hard headed?” You retorted. “But honestly, who cares what they think?” You scoffed. He turned to look at you incredulously. “Theodore,” you began, “stop focusing on them. Stop focusing on what they think, and how they perceive you. Focus on the fact that you’re trying to to better, and will yourself to keep going. Because that’s all that matters. All that matters is that you’re trying, and you know they you’re doing better. Don’t let what they say or think get in the way of all of your hard work.” You told him.

Tears brimmed in Theo’s eyes, and he quickly tried to blink them away. “Thank you, Y/N. Really, thank you.” He whispered. You nodded, pulling him into a hug. “Of course, Theodore. You’re my best friend, and I love you. Don’t forget that.” You said. “Now, let’s go have fun.” You giggled, pulling him back towards the window.

You both walk downstairs, everyone silent. You grab a beer from the table. “Who’s next?” You sit down, Theo smiling at you softly. ​

“Umm…” Malia looks around the room. “I’ll go.” She spins the bottle, your heart pounding as it stops on you.

“Y/N?” She glances up at you.​

You take a swig, “You can’t say no to the bottle.” You glare at Liam.​

She leans forward, her cleavage overwhelming you. You know everyone can hear your heartbeat pick up. You swing your leg over the pillow you were sitting on, leaning towards Malia. She cups your neck, pulling you to her. You smash your lips against hers, taking in a sharp breath.​

“Jesus Christ..” You hear Isaac mutter. ​

She whispers lowly, “I’ve never ever smelled someone so aroused.“​

You pull back, the two of you locking eyes. ​

Scott clears his throat and you sit back, your mind foggy. “My turn?“​

He nods and you spin, the bottle landing on Stiles. Just what you needed. You glance at Stiles and he shrugs. ​

You lean toward him, pressing your lips to his. Your stomach flip flops at the contact, electricity jolting through your veins.​

You pull away and open your eyes, making eye contact. His eyes are bright, happy. You sit back, licking your lips involuntarily.

Everyone heads off to bed one by one after the game, you and Malia left on the couch.​

She taps you, “Hey.“​

"Hmm?” The both of you are completely wasted. ​

“You’re a good kisser."​

"We kissed for two seconds.” You giggle.​

“Well it was a good two seconds.” She laughs. ​

“Wanna try it again?” You smirk, teasing her.​

“Yeah.” She says quickly.​

“Really?” You look over at her and she nods.​

You raise an eyebrow as she sits up, “I’m serious.” ​

You scoot over to her, your faces inches apart. “Ever since you walked in on me all I could think about was kissing you.” She bites her lip.​

“I guess it’s your lucky day.” You press your lips to hers, sliding onto her lap. She sticks her hands in your back pockets, pulling you closer. You cup her jaw, getting a better angle as she takes your lip between her teeth. ​

You suck in a sharp breath as you pull back. “ smell amazing..” She shakes her head before kissing you again. You tangle your fingers in her hair.​

She slips her hands up your shirt, a gasp grabbing your attention. “Liam?” You glance over, his jaw agape. “Oh Jesus Christ, Liam!” He starts back up the stairs.