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Different Opinions

A/N : Hey I am so sorry for the delay. I have been really sick and catching up on work has been utter hell. Anyway i really enjoyed righting this fic and hopefully you will like it to. It is way longer than intended. Also, I am willing to write smut the ask just didn’t request it so i decided to leave it out. If you want some smut or smutty sequels to any of my works just let me know in the asks boxes and I will get right on that.

Title : Different Opinions

Rating: teen (bordering mature)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Plus Sized Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, body insecurites, making out,  references to sex

WordCount: 2158

@mehrmonga

*Readers POV*

‘Wow she was really skinny. Like, REALLY skinny.’ I thought as I smiled at the girl in front of me. I tried not to think about my weight a lot but there were moments like these where it was hard for me to ignore. I work as a stage hand on the Hamilton cast set and a lot of people were back stage. Daveed had come by with the date he had brought to watch him perform and asked if I could keep her company while he greeted fans and celebrities. I said yes without really thinking. Just like that I was stuck practically babysitting my crushes date. Damn it. She was still talking as I just continued nodding my head and making coffee for Lin. Daveed had left 15 minutes ago and this girls just could not seem to shut up. Right now she is currently talking about her work out routine before I heard one sentence stick out.

“Maybe you should try it. It’s a great fat burning workout.” She said continuing on in her chipper voice.

“Yeah maybe I should try it.” I said trying to match her enthusiasm. I was trying to look for a new workout or diet but they never seemed to work. God I felt fat standing next to this girl. I have a tendency to compare myself to other people and this girl was no exception. She was a slim fit beauty with beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“OMGGGG we should work out together. I have been looking for a gym buddy.” She squealed and handed me her phone to put my number in. I really didn’t want this girl to have my number in fear that she would continuously call me and ramble like she had been.

“Actually, Y/N has to finish the coffee and take it around to the cast.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me. I turned around and smiled at Lin who was speaking to the blonde behind me. What was her name again?

“Oh yeah sorry. I was just saying …” She continued on and Lin looked at me like she had lost her mind. I just sent him a small sad smile and went back to making the coffee. I almost tipped over a cup trying to hold in my laughter because Lin was delicately trying to extract himself from the conversation and failing miserably. I finally took pity on him and stepped in.

“Hey do you want to help me take the coffee to the cast. I need some help and I want to hear more about your special workout.” I said raising the pitch of my voice and putting an extremely fake smile on my face. She bought it. Lin looked at me like I had grown two heads.

“Omg yes of course. So it’s so important to stretch first, so I will do this stretch with my leg where I . . .” She started up again and picked up two of the coffees as she focused her attention fully on me. I gave her my fake smile and nodded along with whatever she was saying. I turned and handed Lin his coffee. He gave me a grateful and pitying look as he took it from my hand. I turned and began walking to Anthony’s dressing room with the blonde following behind me going on about the importance of free weights. It was going to be a long night.


*Daveed’s Pov*

“She was a nightmare Diggs.” Oak laughed at me. I smiled laughed and rolled my eyes at him. “I am serious man you should apologize to Y/N she was a pro at handling her.” He turned to look at Y/N sitting next to him. “How did you handle her for a whole hour? I had a headache after the five minutes it took for you hand me my coffee.”

“I just blocked her out most of the time. She wants me to go with the gym with her. Like I need to go to the gym and lose some weight but I really don’t need that blonde with me.” Y/N laughed.  I smiled but was slightly confused. She didn’t need to lose weight. “However, I can’t say she was a nightmare. She was gorgeous.”

“So she was still a nightmare, a pretty nightmare.” Oak laughed as he slung his arm around the back of the coach and started playing with Y/N’s hair. I felt a little jealous of the closeness but brushed it off just like any other time.

“A gorgeous nightmare.” Y/N corrected. “And I hate to say it but that’s called a girlfriend Oaky.” Oak groaned and dropped his head back on the coach mumbling something about staying single forever

“You’re gorgeous and you’re not a nightmare.” I said with a smirk. Her cheeks flushed. Nailed it.

“Maybe that’s why I am not a girlfriend to anyone then. I mean why would anyone choose me when they could have a petite bombshell like her.” Y/N laughed. “Anyway I got to go check on how the costume department is coming along with some of its repairs.” She stood up and walked out of the room as Oak called after her saying that she should come back as soon as possible. Almost everyone was in the break room at this point and I moved to pull out my phone.

“Is nobody going to comment on the train wreck that was Daveed trying to be smooth?” Anthony said loudly as he looked up from his phone with a smirk.

“I know and then the flat out rejection. That had to hurt Diggs.” Jasmine laughed from across the room.

“She was soooooo wrong about everything,” I said.

“How? I mean she was right the girl you brought was gorgeous and petite that seems to be your type man.” Lin replied to me as he sat down on the arm rest next to me and sipped at his coffee.

“Because she is the most amazing girl I know. She has no right to talk about herself like that. I would have preferred her being my date last night.” I mumbled as my cheeks flushed.

Oak looked over at me shocked. “Oh my God that’s why you were glaring at me when I put my arm around her. Damn man.”I groaned.

“Don’t turn this into a thing guys.”

“OHHHHH we are so going to make it a thing.” Jasmine smiled as she pranced out of the room.


*Readers POV*

“I got your magenta jacket Daveed!” I called as I knocked on the door. I heard a muffled ‘come in’ and walked in to find Rafa sitting on the coach.

“Daveed ran out to get food but he should be back in a bit.” He said and looked up from his phone and proceeded to glance at me up and down before grinning. “Though I got to admit it might be fun to have you to myself for a while.” I flushed crimson and decided not to reply as I walked across the room and reached up to hang the coat. I had worn my shortest pair of shorts today since it was getting warm in the city. I had also worn a black tank top with the plan to wear a shirt over it before realizing I need to do laundry. I felt to chubby for my outfit but really had no choice but to leave the house or risk being late. “You just going to stop talking to me baby? I thought we were friends.” I heard him pout behind. I let out chuckle.

“Yeah we are friends Rafa. How ya been?” I asked while turning around. His face lit up like a Christmas tree and he patted the coach with enthusiasm for me to sit. As soon as I sat down he launched into stories of his newest recordings and how he had started working out even more to buff him up for performances. I nodded along. I didn’t mind his continuous talking unlike the blonde I had to babysit.

“That’s awesome Rafa. I am glad everything has been going well.” He nodded his head enthusiastically

“So what have you been up to? You know, besides keeping my main bro on top of his game.” He asked.

“I have been busy running around the theater like all the time. I am actually trying this new diet too. It really sucks but it’s got to happen you know?” I replied

“Why do you need a diet?”

“Come one Rafa I hate my weight and you can’t act like you haven’t noticed that all the girls in the show are skinnier than me.” I huffed. I was kind of annoyed. I knew I was a different weight than most of the people who worked on set. I would of killed for Renee’s waist and Jasmines thighs.

“You aren’t fat if that what your trying to say Y/N.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, he is fucking right Y/N.” I heard a voice growl from the doorway before looking up to find Daveed with two bags of food in his hand. I just shrugged my shoulders.

“I guess some people just have different opinions.” I supplied while I stood up moved around the Daveed. I was half way out the door when I remembered my reason for coming to the room. “Oh and I got your fixed coat on the rack for you.”


“GODAMMIT LIN YOU CAN NOT HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT!!!” I heard Anthony shout down the hall.

“DAMN RIGHT I DO!!!!” Lin screamed back.

“What are they fighting about?” I asked Jasmine as I ducked under a flying pillow.

“Which star wars movie is better?” she replied before slipping into her room to avoid yet another flying pillow.

I began laughing as I dodged my way through with a cup of coffee for Jonathan before quickly realizing I would not make it through the war zone without spilling it. I quickly ducked into a random dressing room as my only option. It was after the show so most people were packing up or hanging around with each other. I turned around a realized it was Daveed’s room and he was still packing up. When he looked up he saw me and smiled.

“There is all out war going on in the hallway. Do you mind if I wait for a cease fire in here?” I laughed with a huff and held up the steaming hot beverage.

“Sure set the caffine down and rest a while.”

“I feel like a glorified intern running around with coffee everywhere. Though the running is probably good for me.”

“Nah its important to be lazy. Set standards low.”

I laughed and looked up at him with a smile as I sat on the coach and pulled out my phone. After a few minutes I felt a shift in the coach and looked up to find Daveed sitting with one leg up on the coach facing me. I smiled at him and received a smile back. “Do you always look this beautiful or just today? Got to admit, I am liking the shorts.” he said poking my thigh a little. I rolled my eyes at him quite deliberately and went back to typing on my phone. Suddenly a hand pushed the phone out of my hand and on to the floor. A hand was placed on my upper thigh and I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. Startled, I looked to the side and saw Daveed was a lot closer than expected, like presidential election polls close.

“D-Daveed-” I barley stuttered out before his lips were on mine and I was shifting further into his arms. His grip tighten on my thigh as I trailed my tongue across his lower lip. My hands moved to curl into his hair and pull slightly. He growled into the kiss and forced my lips open to explore my mouth. I moaned into his mouth before he pull off breathing heavily and grabbed the back of my head, pulling it to the side so he could bury his face in my neck to lick and suck at the skin.

“I really hate when you do that.” He mumbled while he continued his ministrations. “I hate when you act like my comments are anything but genuine.” He started trailing his hand up and down my thigh. “Tonight with your permission I am going to run my hands over your body and show you just how much I love every single inch of it.” He brought his head up and looked in my eyes seeking my permission. I nodded my head slightly blown away and immediately his hands were all over me. “Come on.” He said choosing to grab my hips at last and pull me off the coach. “We are catching a cab. Jonathan can go get a new coffee.”

X-Files Fic: What Was Taken, What Was Lost- Chapter Three

Previous Chapters: One | Two





The library, it transpires, is a converted guest room in exactly the same shape as their own, a floor above, complete with its own bathroom and balcony.  But instead of a bed, dresser, and vanity, this room is full of wall-to-wall bookshelves, with a love seat, coffee table, and two wing-back chairs on an Oriental carpet in the center.  The wooden door that divides all of the other hotel rooms is absent here, replaced by a set of handsome glass doors, which are unlocked, though no one is in the library at the moment.

“Is this all hotel history?” Mulder muses, following Scully into the room.  She shakes her head.

“Looks like fiction on this wall,” she says, gesturing to the space between the bathroom door and the corner, where the balcony is located.  Sure enough, Mulder can see some fairly recent releases, surrounded by well-worn paperbacks and older editions of classic works.  He crosses the room, to the expanse of shelving to the right of the balcony.

“Nonfiction over here,” he says.  "Lots of history… lots of books about the history of New York State, in particular.“  He turns around and grins.  "Jackpot,” he says, returning to the wall that holds the door to the hallway.  The books on these shelves are older, less uniform in their sizes.  He and Scully scan them, looking for something helpful.  Mulder’s eyes fall on what looks like a three-ring binder, and he pulls it down, flipping open the cover.

“It’s a scrapbook,” says Scully, as he pages through the assembled photographs and newspaper clippings.  "Of the hotel, when it was a sanitarium.“  Mulder nods, and together, they page through the binder.  There are brochures advertising the sanitarium, though none of them name it as such, or even call it a hospital.  Clearly, the facility had been an exclusive one, a place for the wealthy to rest and recover without the public embarrassment of admitting that they, too, could suffer from the same diseases as the lower orders.  The scrapbook ends with a newspaper article from the local paper, detailing the sale of the building to the Catholic Church in 1931.  Mulder closes the scrapbook and replaces it on the shelf, then reaches for an identical one right next to it, opening it.

"Another scrapbook,” he says.  "From when the place was a home for wayward girls.“

"It’s all very interesting, I’ll give you that, Mulder,” Scully says, stepping back and continuing to scan the books on the shelves, “but I’m not sure what it has to do with our investigation.  Shouldn’t we be trying to get more information from the employees?  Finding out if they’ve seen anything suspicious, if anyone’s been acting strange?”

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so update accounts on Twitter are spreading around a petition for people to sign, and literally begging for more tour dates, so that Harry will add more tour dates to his first tour? are you… kidding me? why can’t they just leave things alone and be happy for those who got tickets? why are they forgetting that Harry’s probably going to be around for years and years, touring albums and performing new songs and feeding us what we long for?

fans also seem to be getting mad at the wrong person with all of this. yes, it’s Harry first solo tour and yes, Harry had a say in where he wanted to perform… but, he probably didn’t get into specifics and say he definitely wanted to perform in a specific arena in a specific country under a specific capacity. his tour team and management are the ones who organise that… it’s not Harry’s fault that he’s not coming to your country, or that he’s not selling enough tickets or he’s only doing one date for a specific place.

it honestly breaks my heart that not all of us will have the opportunity to see him on his first tour. it really does. i cannot stress that enough… because… we all deserve to see him on his FIRST tour, performing his FIRST album, as a solo act for the FIRST time. we got him here. we supported him up until this point. it would be a perfect thing to give back to us for all those sleepless nights and money spent on him. 

so - and i cannot stress this enough - i’m not trying to be horrible to those who don’t have tickets, because it is unfair that you didn’t any for this tour and i wish he did have bigger venues to be able to hold all of us, but, i highly doubt Harry’s team will add more shows because they seem to have it all set out in stone of where Harry wants to go and what venues are best suited to him for this tour. if they add more, they’ll either have to bring the start of the tour closer or make him work right after New Year in order to get these extra dates performed and done. which means, he’ll have no time to properly celebrate the new year with his family… which is something he missed out on when being in the band… his career is now under his control. 

these update accounts make it sound like this is his ONE and ONLY tour and that when it finishes, it’ll be completely over for Harry and he’ll disappear from us for the rest of his life and do nothing else… completely forgetting that he literally indirectly tweeted saying that he’ll (most probably) tour next year - “if you’ll have me”. he’ll be back. he’ll tour again! and before we know it, he’ll be in stadiums, performing to 90,000 people with the best aesthetic and the best music and the best stage presence. he’s easing himself into that. dipping his toe into the water, if you will. he’ll be there - it just takes some time.

i don’t know why, and i don’t to sound whiny or be a bitch to those who didn’t get tickets, but, this really annoyed me… maybe because i’ve seen it all over my Twitter timeline… update accounts kind of urk me in the wrong direction anyway, but, this is just the tip for me right now. :((

The One With The Secret

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Summary: Moving back to town and trying to reconnect with your friends is difficult when Scott, your ex boyfriend, is being a dick because you left without saying goodbye. It’s even more difficult when you witness him turn into a werewolf.

A/N: probably won’t be posting for a while - that is until teen wolf returns next month and my thirst returns with it xx

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“It was totally awesome,” you grin, tossing the last of your popcorn into your mouth before throwing out the bag.

Stiles shakes his head with a frown, “You’re insane.”

“Why? Because it was a chick flick?” you roll your eyes.

“No, because Ryan Reynolds only took his shirt off once! That’s crazy. If I looked like that, I’d be naked all the time.”

“Well, you could be naked all the time if you wanted,” you shrug, giving him a once over. Stiles nudges you playfully, “Shut up.”

“So, how are things back home?”

You shrug and take a sip of your milkshake, “The usual – mum’s always working.”

“And how is Kyle?”

You scrunch your nose up, “We broke up a while ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he frowns as he stops walking and turns to face you.

“Because I haven’t seen you in month and I wanted to tell you the good news first.”

“What’s the good news?” he prods you curiously. You chuckles and push his hand away, “I’m moving back.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, my mum’s taking a promotion in New York so I’m moving in with my brother next semester.”

“Your brother? I haven’t seen him around, I figured he’d moved out of Beacon Hills.”

“He’s doing some science stuff that I don’t understand but he’s always at the lab. But it beats moving to New York with my mum, at least I know my way around Beacon Hills.”

Stiles’ excited grin slowly fades, “Does Scott know?”

“Given that we haven’t talked in a year… no,” you shake your head, “I was going to tell him at the game tomorrow night. Last one of the season, right?”

“You’re coming?” he asks with raised brows.

“Yeah, I mean, I thought I’d come watch you play. Why? Do you think it’s a bad idea?”

“No,” he smiles, placing his hands on your shoulders, “It’s great, I’m really glad you’re moving back.”

“I just hope Scott feels the same way,” you mumble under your breath.
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Game day was always big in Beacon Hills. The bleachers were packed with supporters for both teams though Beacon Hills did have fair few more. You skim the stands for Stiles but instead spot Lydia sitting beside a dark haired girl.

“Lydia!” you wave at her. She stares at you with furrowed brows and then shoots up, waving you over.

“Omg y/n! What are you doing here?!” she squeals, throwing her arms around you as you reach her.

“I just came to watch the game,” you shrug, “I’m moving back over the break.”

“You’re not serious?!” she grins, bouncing on her heels, “Oh my god,” she gushes, shaking you slightly, “We are going to have so much fun. I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you too,” you laugh.

“This is Allison, by the way,” she nods towards the dark haired girl, “Allison, this is y/n. I’m not sure if you remember her, she moved around when you transferred here. But now she’s back!” she squeals in excitement, taking your hands in hers.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Allison smiles, “Again,” she tilts her head, “I think I do remember you. You’re Scott’s ex, right? He told me about you.”

Your face drains and you nod, finally remembering why she looked so familiar, “And you’re Scott’s current girlfriend,” you stammer.

“Actually, we broke up too. I’m dating Isaac now, you’ll probably meet him after the game,” she smiles, turning back to the field. Lydia gives you a reassuring smile but you don’t feel any better – maybe returning was a huge mistake.

After all, you had left partially because of the break up. Despite growing up together and always being best friends, dating and breaking up with Scott had changed things – and the breakup had been messy. You didn’t understand why he had dumped you or how to fix things but when you realized he had a thing for Allison, everything became too painful and confusing, so, when your mum told you she was considering taking a job that would mean moving, you jumped at the opportunity. Once you had left, Stiles eventually told you that Scott had moved onto Allison and you were glad you had moved away, but it had been a year since then – you could get past it now and go back to being friends.

Or so you hoped.

Just as you’re about to sit down, you spot Stiles walking onto the field and rush over to him.

“Hey you,” you smile, your hands deep in your pockets as a wind sweeps across the field.

“Hey,” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug, “How does it feel to be back?”

“Kind of weird,” you shrug, “I met Scott’s ex. We’re thinking of starting a club.”

“Oh,” Stiles nods.

“Why didn’t you tell me they broke up?” you frown.

“It slipped my mind,” he mumbles though you’re sure there’s more to it, “Have you talked to Scott yet?”

“No, I didn’t want to blindside him. I was going to wait until after the game.”

“A little late for that,” Stiles mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks over your shoulder. You turn to find Scott and a blonde haired boy staring at you from the bench. Scott’s jaw clenches as he stands up and walks over, the boy following behind him.

“Y/N,” he says, “What are you doing here?”

“I just, uh – I –“

“She’s moving back to Beacon Hills so I invited her to the game,” Stiles says on your behalf. Scott shoots him a look and then turns back to you, “You look… different.”

“So do you,” you try to smile, “Captain off the lacrosse team, huh? Things sure have changed around here.”

“He’s co-captain, actually,” the blonde boy says, “I’m Isaac.”

“Hey Isaac,” you mumble turning back to Scott, “Anyways, I should get back to the stands.”

Stiles walks past you and drags Isaac back towards the field but Scott doesn’t move and instead stares at you with furrowed brows.

“You’ve changed,” he says softly, “You’re less…”

“Fragile?”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s fine Scott,” you smile, “I know it’s weird that I’m back but I do hope we can get past… whatever it is that’s weird between us,” you say, unsure of what it was yourself, “Good luck,” you say, quickly returning to the stands. Scott stares at the floor as he walks off and mumbles something to Stiles before jogging onto the field.

The game is painful to watch from beginning to end – not only was Scott completely off his game but right at the end of the game, he’s knocked so hard to the floor that when he lands you’re sure the sound of his arm snapping echoes across the field.

You clap your hands over your mouth as a few players crowd around him, parting only when Stiles and Isaac help carry him off the field.

You rush down the side of the bleachers, meeting them as they head towards the locker rooms, “Is he okay?!”

“I’m fine,” Scott says, keeping his eyes pinned ahead.

“I heard your arm snap,” you say, studying him. He shifts slightly so that his arm is hidden behind Stiles.

“We gotta get back to the game, there’s still a few minutes left on the clock,” Isaac says, looking over his shoulder at the field, “We’ll catch up with you in the locker rooms after the game?”

Scott nods and you stare at them wide eyed.

“Wait, you guys are leaving? His arm is broken!”

The three of them exchange glances and you’re sure you see a small smirk on Stiles’ face.

“Why don’t you walk him to the locker rooms?” Isaac suggests, dragging Stiles away before you can get another word out.

“Great friends you got,” you say sarcastically, reaching for Scott’s arm. He yanks its away, “I can walk, I’m fine. Go back to the stands.” He shifts uncomfortably wishing you’d leave so he could just snap his arm back into place.

Unaware of his abilities, you roll your eyes and pull your arm around his shoulder anyway, helping him towards the locker rooms.

Scott slumps against the lockers when you walk in, “You can go now.”

“Let me find a first aid kit – maybe there’s some ointment or something,” you mumble, searching the cupboards.

You hear a crack and quickly rush back to Scott who is standing up, stretching his arms over his head, “I’m fine,” he waves his hands in your face, “See?”

You grab his arm so he stops moving it and prod it slightly, “It was all wonky and swollen a few minutes ago.”

“Don’t think so,” Scott shrugs, looking at it himself, “You can go now.”

“I was just trying to help,” you mumble, slinging your bag back over your shoulder and heading towards the door, “You don’t have to be such a dick.”

Scott sighs and pulls you back by the arm, “Sorry,” he mumbles, “Will I see you at the after party?”

“Probably not,” you shake your head, pulling your arm out of his grasp.

He bites his lip, “Look, I’m sorry for being an asshole it’s just – you caught me off guard. I had no idea you’d be here, Stiles didn’t tell me and I just – I was surprised, okay?”

“Good surprised?”

“What do you think? You left without telling me and didn’t talk to me for a year.”

“You dumped me and then started dating Allison!”

“I was trying to keep you safe!”

You stare at him, “What?” you ask in confusion.

He shakes his head, “It’s not important. We were friends before we dated, let’s just go back to that, okay? I don’t want things to be weird once school starts again.”

“I’d like that,” you nod. Scott smiles at you, this time genuinely, watching as you leave.
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It had been a week since the after party and the game and you hadn’t seen Scott at all. Given it was term break, you weren’t surprised but you found yourself hoping you’d run into him each time you visited Stiles.

On your evening jog, you take a shortcut through the park so you can visit Stiles before heading back home but from across the park you spot a few cars outside his house. You duck behind a hedge as his front door swings open and Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison and Isaac all walk out in a hurry.

You feel kind of bummed out that you weren’t invited by try to work up the nerve to walk over casually, that is, until you see Scott crouch on all fours. You crane your neck trying to hear something – anything – but it was hard with the wind rustling all the trees in the park. If you stepped any closer they’d be able to see you.

Scott holds a sweater up to his face and inhales deeply before growling. He faces the park, his eyes glowing red and then bounds off in the opposite direction.

You clap a hand over your mouth.

What had you just seen?

Weird crap had always happened, growing up in beacon Hills – unexplainable things. But this? Your ex-boyfriend running off on all fours with glowing eyes, how does one explain that?

You squint, watching as Isaac follows after him while the rest of them climb into Lydia’s car and drive off.
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There’s a knock at your door and you fumble off the couch to answer it.

“Scott?” you frown, rubbing your eyes. Seconds later you remember the events of earlier on in the night, “W-what are you doing here?” you stammer, backing away from him.

“Can I come in?”

“N-no - my brothers not home,” you shake your head, holding a hand out.

“Maybe that’s a good thing, I need to talk to you about something.” He walks towards you and you press a hand against his chest, pushing him back outside.

“In the morning, okay? It’s kind of late.” You try to shut the door but his hand shoots out, pushing it open, “Are you okay?” he asks, listening to your heartbeat race.

“I’m – I’m fine Scott, I just – we can talk later.”

“Is someone in here? Are you okay?” he shoves the door open and you scatter backwards, rushing upstairs.

“Y/N?!” he yells, following behind you. You slam your bedroom door shut and he rattles the handle, “Y/N, open the door! What’s going on?!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT SCOTT?!” you yell, scanning the room for a way out. If you jumped out the window, you’d break your neck landing on the grass.

“I – I just want to talk?! We haven’t really talked since you got back, I – I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says, his voice strained. You pause for a minute, hesitating at the door. Even if he was telling the truth, whatever he was, it looked like he could hurt you.

“W-why’d you come alone? Where’s Stiles?”

“Stiles? Why would I bring Stiles?”

You hear a thud against the door.

“Scott, stop!”

“You’re scaring me! What’s going on?” he shouts, struggling with the door.

“I SAW YOU TONIGHT AT STILES’ HOUSE! I SAW YOU TURN INTO THAT THING!” you yell. Suddenly everything falls silent.

“Y/N-“

“Please just go Scott or I’m calling the cops!” you were crying now in choked sobs, trying to decide between throwing the door open and running downstairs but the thought of hurting Scott, even with whatever he was, was still out of the question.

You slide the shutter on your window up, sticking one leg over the ledge, “Fuck,” you mumble to yourself, looking down.

Just as you’re about to get the other foot out, your door flies open and Scott rushes in, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the floor before flipping you around and pinning you down. You scream and struggle, kicking your legs about until they’re pinned under his weight.

“Hey, hey, stop!” he pleads, finally clapping a hand over yourr mouth, “I’m not going to hurt you just let me explain.”

You heave in a breath, waiting.

“I’m a werewolf,” he says, “A good werewolf though not – I don’t hurt people.”

You stop moving and just stare at him.

A werewolf? A fucking werewolf?

“It’s why I broke up with you. I got the bite and Derek kept saying that you’d get hurt if I stayed with you.”

“Bmg younjk dangj Alm-“ you mumble against his hand. He moves it away.

“But you dated Allison,” you repeat.

“Allison and I were never meant to happen – we didn’t last very long either, it’s a long story. The truth is, even with everything that happened I never stopped wanting to be with you and now you’re back…”

“Get off,” you mumble.

“Huh?”

“Get off.”

Scott stands up and pulls you up but you quickly pull away from him, “You’re a werewolf,” the words come out clean and calm but you can feel your body shaking, “If you didn’t want to hurt me then why’d you pin me to the floor?” you ask, rubbing a bruise already forming on your arm.

“Because you would’ve died or been seriously hurt if you jumped out of your window,” he says with furrowed brows, inching slowly towards you, “I would never hurt you y/n, or anyone, werewolf or not. I didn’t ask for this to happen to me.”

“Well, at least now I know why you dumped me,” you try to laugh but it comes out all choked, “Scott, I need some time to think about all of this, I mean-“

“It’s a lot, I know but you can ask me anything. I’ll tell you everything because-“ he inhales sharply, “Because the reason I came over here is that I really want to give us another go, not just our friendship. And now that you know, it makes everything so much easier,” he smiles weakly.

“I’m not sure, Scott. I can’t even get my head around-“ you point to him.

He takes your hand in his, “This secret,” he says, “It kept us apart. I’m hoping it’s the thing that brings us back together.”

“You’re hoping that the fact you’re a werewolf brings us back together?” you scoff.

Noting your serious expression, he places a hand on your cheek, “Are you scared?”

You shake your head, “Not anymore. I have a lot of questions though.”

“If I answer all of them will you reconsider ‘us’?”

You nod, inhaling sharply.

“Then shoot,” he smiles despite looking nervous and on edge.

“You know in Twilight when Jacob changes and he turns into a wolf and his clothes just rip off – when he turns back is he just naked like do you guys just walk back home naked?”

Scott stares at you and then sighs, “T-that’s your question?” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “It’s going to be a long night.”

“Love is Dead”  ~  Draco x reader

“can you do an imagine when the reader and Draco are in potion class and they are studying Amortentia potion and Draco and reader get paired and when they cant smell anything they freak and start sayings things like “ well if you wouldn’t have drowned yourself in honeysuckle and rain body spray maybe we would be able to smell’ and the other says something similar and the house that they are in realize they ran out of whatever they smell like and stuff (sorry its long i geniunly feel bad)” ~@smallangrygryffindor

HI! So sorry for taking a million years to get to your request! I have been so tired since I got back from Orlando, my sleep schedule is completely turned around (it’s literally 4AM, and I’m still up), and I go back to school on Monday… I’m screwed..

Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, like all of the requests I get, and never apologize for making your request so long! I LOVE long, detailed requests! They are so much easier for my brain to piece everything together! 

Again, I loved writing this so much! It was so fun! I hope you enjoy it as well!😊😘

  • y/n - your name
  • y/l/n - your last name
  • y/h - your house

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Y/n groaned as she rolled out of bed. She always hated getting up early and going to learn something she didn’t intend to use in her future career. Thinking about all of her classes made her head ache. Usually, she’d feel better after breakfast. Today wasn’t going to be one of those days. Missing breakfast had it’s disadvantages.

Her eyes were already drooping by the time she walked into Arithmancy. Somehow, she still managed to keep herself awake by doodling in her notebook. She could get the notes later anyway. 

After class, she headed toward the dungeons for Potions. It was never quite the same since Snape had been promoted to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, but at least she still had Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy had been her best friend since day one. They’d been assigned to do projects together, she helped him with quidditch, and they even sometimes just made fun of the ‘Golden Trio’ together (just to get a good laugh when they needed it most).

Y/n sat down with Draco and the other Slytherins in her Potions class and immediately laid her head down on the table.

Draco nudged her side. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” he joked, chuckling a bit.

She groggily sat up with a sigh.

“You alright?”

Y/n shrugged. “I’m exhausted.” she breathed. “And, I’m starving.”

He gave her his usual smirk. “Missed breakfast again, huh?”

She nodded, yawning.

Turning around, Draco dug into his bag and pulled out an apple, just to place it on the desk they were sitting at. “Here. This should hold you over until lunch.”

With another yawn, she smiled slightly. “Thank you.”

At last, Professor Slughorn arrived and everyone gathered their material for the day’s lesson.

“Today, class, we’ll be taking a look at Amortentia and its effects. But, do not ingest it. We’ll only be focusing on the scent’s effects.”

As student’s were paired together, the shuffled around the room to find their partners.

“Miss y/l/n, you’ll be paired with Mister Malfoy.”

Both of them gave a very visible high five for two reasons: 1.) they didn’t have to get up, and 2.) they had always worked well together.

Y/n started to feel a little better after eating a bit the apple Draco had given her. She felt more awake as well, which helped a lot when they started brewing their potion.

“So what do you think your’s will smell like?” Draco asked, stirring the liquid around.

“Maybe if you’d wear a little less of that Acqua di Gio cologne I got you last Christmas, I may be able to find out.” she joked.

He gasped sarcastically with a fake look of offense. “Well, the same goes for you.” he carried on. “I mean, I’m surprised you haven’t run out of that Honeysuckle Rain body mist yet. And you’re strawberry lipgloss? How can I even smell that from here?”

They eyed each other for a moment, and without any warning, they burst out laughing as loudly as they possibly could.

“LOVE IS DEAD!” y/n roared.

Draco softened his laugh a bit. “Well, you can’t smell ghosts.”

His comment made y/n laugh even harder, and how it was possible was beyond her knowledge. The whole class was staring at them at this point.

“Sorry, guys…” y/n said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Draco nudged her side again. “Don’t apologize. It was funny!”

Y/n sat in the library that evening, copying down notes from her Arithmancy class earlier that day. She tried to focus on taking them, but something in her mind just didn’t add up.

‘Why couldn’t I smell that Amortentia potion?’ she thought to herself. ‘What does this mean?’

She got up from her seat and headed to the y/h common room, only to realize when she got there, she had run out of her perfume weeks ago. Knowing that the Slytherins had quidditch practice, she ran down to the pitch to watch the remainder of it.

“Hey, y/l/n!” Draco beamed, carrying his broom and the snitch. “Came to watch me, did you?”

She giggled at his cheeky attitude. However, she quickly became more serious. “Actually, I, uhh… needed to talk with you about something important.”

“If it’s about today’s Potions class, I have no idea how you were smelling my cologne.”

Y/n tilted her head a bit as he sat down on the bleachers beside her.

“I ran out of that stuff a couple of weeks ago.” he continued. “I just remembered before practice. I’m pretty sure after a few washes, it would have faded away.”

Biting her lip, y/n looked away from him and down at the green grass.

“Now… what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Her heart started beating faster and faster. “Umm…”

She looked back at him, and noticed things she hadn’t really noticed before: how pretty his smile was, with his perfect, sparkling-white teeth; his bright, grey-blue eyes and how they gleamed in the sunlight; his hair, a bit messy (because of his quidditch practice), but in a good way…

She was brought back to reality by Draco snapping his fingers.

“y/n!”

“What? Oh!”

He grew a bit concerned for her. “You haven’t been acting yourself today at all. Are you feeling alright?”

Y/n nodded. “I’m fine. I just… umm… about today’s Potions’ lesson…”

“What about it?”

She took a deep breath before continuing. “I ran out of my perfume, too.”

Draco looked taken aback. “Really?”

She nodded once more. “Yeah… I didn’t realize it until I was copying Arithmancy notes.”

They remained silent for a few moments, looking at the ground below them.

“You know…” Draco murmured, breaking the quietness between them. “I’ve always, sort of, fancied you…”

Her heart fluttered at this. “I should probably come clean, too, I guess…” She sighed. “I didn’t just smell your cologne in that potion.”

“Well what else did you smell?”

She bit her lip before answering. “Apples and a broomstick handle.”

He smirked lightly. “I guess I’m not the only on who feels this way then.”

“I guess not.”

Slowly, Draco slid his hand over hers and stroked her pinky finger with his thumb, intertwining his fingers with hers soon after. Y/n bit her lip once more, looking at their hands. Draco, on the other hand was staring at her. Suddenly, he kissed her cheek.

She giggled softly and turned her head to face him. They inched closer without realizing it, and soon, they were nose to nose.

“What would happen if I just kissed you right now?” Draco whispered, staring at y/n’s lips.

“Why don’t we find out.”

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer and placed his lips on hers. All of the tension and stress from the moment prior to this left y/n’s body. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever felt. She draped her arms around his neck and smiled as she kissed the blonde boy back.

They pulled away from on another gently, still gripped in each other’s embrace.

“Who knew that Potions would be the reason we confessed our feelings for each other?”

Y/n shrugged lightly. “Well, I’m glad I took it this year.”

one of the reasons i want a Red Team-centric arc the next season or two (besides of course character development and exploration) is just cause i want to see Grif vehemently deny that it’s their problem

Like its got to do with Sarge or even him directly but he just

“Nope Blue Team problems absolutely Blue Team problems”

and then in the end when they’ve inevitably won and  someone is like “blue team problems huh”

and he’s like yeah duh and we always end up bailing them out anyway

(and maybe that shipper trash part of me also wants something to happen to Simmons and then Grif goes “NOW it’s a red team problem”

(maybe its how they finally get together) )

but yeah anyway long story short I’m red team trash

ok i went and did the raid battle but nobody else was there so i had to fight this cp19,000 gengar by myself (i thought maybe they’d scale it down based on how many people were fighting but nope) and i got like half of its health down but then i ran out of time (largely due to how laggy the gyms are) but i probably wouldnt have won anyway since i lost my 4 strongest pokemon getting to that point and just had lapras and arcanine left

so yeah it feels a little overraided but im guessing it’s a lot more fun if you play pokemon go with other people which is something ive never gotten to do  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Paper Cranes (Part 3/?)

The shrine was small, with only a single lonely building to its name. There was a torii, of course, but aside from that the only indication that it was a shrine was the fox statue beside the building. An Inari shrine, then – unsurprising, as they were the most common sort in Japan. After seeing the behemoth of an Inari shrine in Kyoto as well as a number of larger ones in Tokyo itself, this one wasn’t particularly impressive. It was quiet and pretty enough, he supposed, surrounded by trees as it was, but overall pretty boring.

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Kyle: Well Stan is my super best friend so there’s lots of things I like about him. But if I have to pick one thing it would probably be…he’s always there for me I guess, I mean Kenny can be supportive. And Cartman is……Cartman. So Stan is my one friend I can usually rely on.

Kyle: Kenny is… well I worry about him sometimes. But what’s great about him is that even when really shitty stuff happens to him he almost always bounces back. He has a terrible home life, but always puts on a smile for us. Which in my book is really awesome. Maybe not so much for him but there isn’t much I can do about it.

There are a lot of things I feel about Cartman. I think he’s a fat, short, asshole who doesn’t know how to mind his own business. He’s always ruining shit and getting in the way of of everything. If something bad happens it’s usually because of something this dumbass did. But I figure you weirdos won’t leave me alone until I say something positive about him..So I guess he has nice hair. Are you happy now?

//I’ve been cast as Miss Cratchit and Ensemble in Gypsy. Not to keen on playing a matron…again ( maybe it can be sexy instead? Turn the character on its head a bit? And I’ve been moving forward out of my comfort zone so matron would be a step back. Sexy would be a step forward…anyway…but guys… I GOT CAST IN SOMETHING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS!!!

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anonymous asked:

So I'm thinking, prompt wise: Nicky gifting Neil one of those thongs for guys as some Christmas present so that it's all decorated out, maybe with a reindeer face or something

anon, i have three words for you: foxes secret santa

  • the only way i can make this funnier is if every fox is present for the gift giving
  • so the foxes decide to do a relaxed secret santa for christmas this year to add some happy memories to everyone’s meh past christmases
  • at their last practice before the break, they picked names out of a hat
  • nicky got neil, obviously
  • but anyway, nicky never takes any of this seriously
  • so the day of the gift giving comes around and all the foxes are in someone’s room for the gift giving
  • nicky immediately demands to go last and they all appease him because it’s christmas
  • so they go around the circle
  • andrew had kevin and essentially got him the entire candy isle from the grocery store
  • kevin was not impressed
  • matt had andrew and cautiously gifted him a set of fake knives from a children’s kitchen set
  • he mentioned passively that he could still kill someone with them
  • everyone had a nice laugh, albeit they were all a little terrified
  • but anyway, everyone got either a simple, nice gift or hilarious gag gift which they all loved anyway
  • and then it was nick’s turn
  • by now, everyone knows that nicky had neil because neil is the only one without a gift
  • so nicky, beaming as always, hands neil his gift. it’s only wrapped in two layers of tissue paper so it’s flimsy and feels like clothes (which it is). everyone assumes it’s some high fashion piece to make a statement about neil’s poor wardrobe
  • but they are all wrong
  • because when neil opens it, it’s a thong
  • and not just any thong
  • a rudolph thong
  • it is by far the creepiest gift that neil has ever received
  • he’s completely red, but all of the other foxes are laughing and having a good time so he joins in and laughs quietly
  • then in the background, they all hear andrew comment, “I am not touching you with that thing watching”

bonus:

  • that night, andrew and neil make their way to the roof to smoke a few
  • andrew had asked neil to bring the thong and neil has no idea why because it is honestly still creeping him out
  • but here they are, smoking with the thong sitting between them
  • they both stare at it for several minutes before andrew takes out his lighter and flicks it open
  • the thong goes up in flames and the two just watch it burn

it’s june why am i thinking about chrstmas

I’m not really sure what just happened. I have my theories but no answer. I don’t think I even want to know.

Yesterday I went with my wife to a Goodwill store for deals. I don’t really like going there because everything seems dirty, things are sorted by only the broadest of categories, but my wife loves it because she has managed to find some appliances in very good condition and out of print books from authors that she likes. The staff is friendly, prices are below rock bottom, and all the profits support Goodwill so I can’t really complain too much.

While my wife checked for toys for our children I went over to the trough where the books were kept. I found a couple of Disney books for our youngest daughter, and a book in a series that my wife was collecting. While rummaging at the bottom I found an unmarked thick leatherbound book. It looks like it had a clasp and lock at some point, but it had been broken off. I figured it was someone’s diary or journal that had accidentally gotten mixed up in a donation pile.

Out of curiosity I opened the book ostensibly looking for owner information so I could return it, but really because I just wanted to be naughty and read someone else’s diary. Inside I found something strange; The book was written in Old English.

Unfortunately there was no title and I since can’t read Old English, I had no idea what the book was about. I decided to buy it anyway and see if I could get it translated. It might be a restored manuscript that got lost from a rare books collection. Maybe there would be a reward for its return? Or perhaps it was the product of some board English Post Doc screwing around.

We checked out with the books, and when we got to the car I showed my wife the book. She agreed that we should have someone look it over in case it was a lost book. I pulled out my cell and gave one of my former English professors a call. In his class he showed us copies of Old English as part of an introduction to Beowulf, so I figured either he would be interested in this book himself or he would know someone that would want it. He said his office hours had just started and would be very interested in seeing what I found. I told him we would be there within the hour.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, I glanced at the rear view mirror and thought I saw a man in a suit next to the building staring in our direction. I looked again and nobody was there. Someone was probably just walking into the building and my mind was playing tricks on me.

University parking is a bitch. We had to walk across almost the entire campus to reach his office. My mind kept playing tricks on me as I was walking. I thought I saw a pale man in a dark suit out of the corner of my eye. Every time I would turn there would be nothing, or there would be students looking at me oddly. My wife started to get embarrassed and asked me to stop it.

We eventually arrived at the professor’s office and showed him the book. He started reading it and mouthing something, probably the words themselves. His eyes went wide, and his expression became very stiff.

I asked him, “Do you know what it is?”

He just looked at me and said in a slow almost robotic cadence, “May I please borrow it?”

My skin started to crawl, something was really off about him, but I said, “Sure.”

I looked at my wife and she was clearly feeling uncomfortable, so we turned to leave. Just before we closed the door behind us we heard the professor say in that same slow methodical tone, “Come back tomorrow.”

The night was fine, I had no nightmares, and my mind stopped messing with me. I guess the unknown nature of the book really got to me.

I went back this morning to see what the professor found out. I knew he had morning classes, but figured I could talk to him in between. I got there about ten minutes after his class was supposed to start, however students were leaving his class room. I asked one of them why everyone was leaving.

“The professor didn’t show up.”

My stomach turned and my skin felt like pins and needles. I had a hunch, so I ran over to the professor’s office and I knocked on the door. I did not get an answer.

I knocked again, “Hello, professor? Are you in?” Like before, I did not get an answer.

I turned the handle. And slowly opened the door. The office was a mess. Books were everywhere, and at the desk the professor sat. Completely stiff with eyes wide and mouth agape. The desk was just as messy. There were papers everywhere, with what appeared to be a pile of ash in the center. Some of the papers were partially burned, I took one of the half burned pages out of the ash pile.

Only two lines were left. The first was a row of Old English and the second was presumably its translation.

“…And so he comes when the order is disturbed. To punish hubris, and feed the ancients.”

On the ground next to the professor’s chair was a stack of papers with the book sitting on top. I took the book off and picked up the first page. All hand written, the title centered at the top was, “Necronomicon.” The text was merely one phrase repeated over and over:

“The Order must be preserved.”

The odd thing was there were spacing between paragraphs and indentations. There was this phrase in quotes with a comma before the end quote. Some phrases ended with a period. Others a question mark. Others exclamation points, and some with a footnote number. Checking the references on the last page each footnote only repeated the same phrase.

I put everything back exactly as I found it and called 911. The paramedics and police came and I told them how I had found the professor and what I did in the room. The officers were not happy that I had touched anything and were clear that if I touched anything else or removed anything from the room I would be charged with obstruction. The paramedics said it looked like he died of a heart attack, however they found some marks cut into his chest. I got a quick look and they looked similar to the symbols in the book.

They placed the professor’s body on a gurney and covered it with a black sheet and wheeled him out. The officers escorted me from the scene and they put up yellow tape so no one can get in until after the investigation is over. They told me not to leave town in case they had any questions for me.

I watched from a distance as the investigators carefully bagged, tagged, and photographed the area. I saw them place the book into a plastic bag, and the bag into a box with other evidence. I don’t know what will become of it, but it is probably going to sit in an evidence locker until the investigation is finished.

Once that’s done it will either be given to his family or sold at an auction. If you do manage to find it keep it well hidden. I don’t know what happened, but I hope it doesn’t happen to you.

Update (12/27/13)
I’ve been trying to keep my eye out for anymore information about my professor or the case since this incident, however nothing has appeared on the news or in the paper. No mention of the murder, not even an obituary from the family. It gets stranger. I wanted to track down few of his current students to see if they knew anything, so I tried to see what classes he was teaching. Nothing about him on the university’s website, so I tried checking the Internet Archive and I had to go back nearly 5 years before I found his university profile, too outdated to be of any use.

The last change was made 5 years to the fucking DAY he was killed. I went to the campus to ask the faculty and was told he hadn’t worked there for 5 years. I hung around the English department to chat with some random passing students, but they had never heard of him. On Christmas Eve I thought I would give his family a call on the pretense I was offering condolences, but they seemed really nervous on the phone, and told me I must be mistaken because he was dead for 5 years. It was an awkward yuletide to say the least.

Figuring the book was still sitting in an evidence locker I called the police to see if I could get any update on the case directly. I was transferred to around 10 different detectives, but no one knew what I was talking about and suggested that it may have been one of the surrounding towns that actually took the case. So I called each of the police departments in each town bordering the city. It was the same fucking thing, call gets passed around and I was eventually told that they weren’t the ones that investigated the case. Wish I got a better look at the officers badge rather than just booking it out of the office. I will update again if I get any more information, but it seems like I’ve hit a dead end….

ahufflepuffhobbit  asked:

I could really use a “This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying” AU Bethyl because I think it would be funny!

(This probably did not go how people would expect.)

She had her favorite sweater on (yellow and soft and warm), a drink in hand (orange juice, nothing added), her laptop in front of her with her music playing (Ingrid Michaelson, always calming), and a notebook in her lap to scribble down lyrics if anything occurred to her. Basically, Beth was all set to take the plane ride up to New York to visit her sister Maggie for the first time at her new place. Everything was great.

Except for the man sharing the seat next to her by the aisle. 

It wasn’t that he intimated her in any way. He probably should have, with his lanky dark hair, furrowed brow, and the leather jacket he had on over his worn and ragged shirt. He didn’t intimidate her, though, and it wasn’t just because he’d been shifting nervously in place and biting his nails ever since getting on the plane.

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