but i know allison is a fan

the foxhole meme
  • unspoken team rule to flip off every raven on campus  
  • allison: no fear
  • nicky: neil in jorts 
  • allison: one fear  
  • dan sets aaron’s alarm to ‘bad case of lovin’ you’ he can’t figure out how to change it and he is apoplectic with rage  
  • she changes it to a different doctor themed song whenever he gets particularly annoying  
  • wymack gets a mug that says ’#1 dad’ every year, signed by all the foxes 
  • even andrew  
  • wymack doesn’t know if he should be touched or suspicious as fuck  
  • you’ve heard of kevin day now get ready for
  • kevout night
  • aaron: swears 
  • matt: covering neil’s ears, aaron that’s such a bad example to set for the children
  • nicky: why the heck do we have to be up so early?
  • dan: I know we’re all tired but let’s watch our fucking language
  • neil, opens his mouth in an interview
  • foxes: why r u like this  
  • nicky: kevin here is ur disgusting Health smoothie why do u even drink it
  • kevin: eating vegetables increases life span  
  • nicky: so do you have any positives or  
  • 'hey kevin here’s another picture of jeremy go add it to your shrine we’ll wait’  
  • neil: half asleep 
  • renee: neil what’s five plus one   
  • aaron, whispering: twelve 
  • neil, bolting awake: TWELVE  
  • ‘what’s your favourite colour’ 'exy’  
  • matt, pointing at fluffy puppy: neil it’s you  
  • andrew, pointing at dented trash can: neil it’s you
  • kevin: yeah everyone on our team is rly passionate abt exy we always give it our all  
  • camera pans to andrew. he is sitting down in the goal, sunglasses on, neil fanning him as he lounges back. none of the referees seem to know what to do.
  • kevin: I am so sick of being alive (x)
  • allison, at every minor inconvenience: 'i don’t deserve this. i’m a nice fucking person’
  • referring to Kevin as various queens from history  
  • 'yeah ok cleopatra shut the fuck up’  
  • 'hey elizabeth i of england can u maybe like chill’  
  • 'neil josten if u could come to the front of the shopping centre please ur mother dan wilds is here to collect u’
  • ‘kevin u know there are other sports except exy right’
  • kevin: sounds fake but ok

anonymous asked:

heres a prompt if u were interested: neil being oblivious when flirted with constantly while andrew doing nothing, passing by, twirling his racquet is enough to get neil's attention (the rest of the foxes smirk)

“You’re all zoned out,” Matt says in her ear. Dan tips him immediately backwards with a hand to the chest.

“Shush,” she tells him, gritted through the straw she’s worrying between her teeth. She ran out of the watered-down pepsi they’re serving in battered plastic jugs a half hour ago.

“Dan.”

“Shush,” she insists, pressing two fingers to his mouth. She’s watching Neil trying to fill his water cup over at the far side of the banquet hall. He’s hovering in that way he does, like a shark who hasn’t figured out if something’s food yet.

There’s this sweet brown-eyed boy trying to talk to him, possibly the only male cheerleader in the room, certainly the least in the loop about Exy gossip. Dan watches him touch Neil’s arm and Neil jerks backwards into the table, toppling an entire icy water jug so it slops onto the floor and seeps through the tablecloth to the dark wood underneath.

Heads pop up, the boy falls all over himself to pour Neil a new glass, and Neil wanders off, bored.

Dan has noticed that people really want Neil to have a heart of gold. They like the news stories and they want them for themselves. They want the seams showing on his face and the tragedy in his back pocket, and they want to show everyone how accepting they are for finding his scars sexy. 

All they really want is his trim waist and his pretty eyes and his vice-cap badge and the way he shoves cameras away and has more history than any twenty-year-old has any business having.

Dan’s seen it all before. The way people like the character you’re playing so much that they want to take you home and open you up and see how deep it goes.

Neil’s worse at knowing when it’s happening. Dan’s a professional. She can see the way their eyes follow him because at least a dozen are always following her too, especially in places like this banquet. They look at Neil, or Dan, and a little part of them expects a show.

She watches Neil walk towards them with his eyes pouring over the room like liquid and finding every crevice, every exit. She looks at Matt.

“He’s doing that thing where he’s making a spectacle but he thinks he’s being very subtle.”

“That’s his whole shtick. I’m fond of it, now.” Matt grins.

“Do you think he actually noticed he was being hit on?”

Matt hums, watching Neil wind through the tables back to the fox—trojan extravaganza at theirs. “I doubt he knows anything about that boy other than the fact that he was in front of him for a bit.”

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Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles

Here’s my latest entry for @sterek-bingo! I’ve never tried writing a soulmate AU before, so this was a ton of fun. Enjoy!

This story was written for the Soulmates square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).


Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles

Stiles has always maintained that if Scott weren’t quite so slow on the uptake, they could totally be soulmates.

When they were kids, this thought depressed him; now, he has to admit, he’s more relieved than anything else. He loves Scotty to pieces, but jeez, does Allison have to put up with a lot. Besides, although platonic soulmates do exist, very occasionally, Stiles is a romantic at heart, and he definitely, definitely doesn’t see Scott that way.

It happened when they were four years old, and they met at the playgroup both their moms sent them to. They’d been doing that thing kids do when they play alongside each other but not actually together, and as a consequence they’d spent the entire morning together without actually talking. That was enough for Stiles to decide that he wanted Scott as his soulmate.

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This is what happens when The Foxes sit Neil down to watch High School Musical for the first time
  • --HSM 1--
  • ><b></b> *bets are placed as to how long Neil lasts before complaining or asking a question*<p/><b></b> *bets are also placed as to how long Nicky lasts before he starts singing*<p/><b></b> [Troy is playing basketball while everyone else celebrates the turn of the year]<p/><b>Neil: </b> "Kevin are you going to make us practice on NYE this year?"<p/><b>Kevin:</b> "actually -"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "we have plans"<p/><b>Kevin and Neil:</b> "it's July????"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "we booked flights early to save on costs"<p/><b></b> *renee pockets $150 since Neil didn't complain about basketball in the opening scenes*<p/><b></b> [Ryan exists]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Hey 'Drew -"<p/><b>Andrew:</b> "don't."<p/><b></b> ["Getcha head in the game"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Kevin -"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "No!"<p/><b>Andrew:</b> "Kevin if you start singing that at practice I'll close the goal every time."<p/><b>Kevin:</b> "..."<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "..."<p/><b></b> *bets are placed as to whether or not Kevin does in fact break into song and dance next time Andrew is being an ass at practice*<p/><b></b> *renee pockets another $100 since Neil still didn't complain about basketball*<p/><b></b> *Nicky is getting the side eye from everyone because he still hasn't started singing or humming*<p/><b></b> [Sharpay and Ryan perform "What I've been looking for]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Aaron and 'Drew-"<p/><b>Twinyards:</b> "NO."<p/><b></b> [Monique tells Gabriella to focus on grades rather than boys and musicals]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Is that Dan???"<p/><b></b> [Chad and the basketball team support Troy]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Matt is that you???"<p/><b>Matt:</b> *pats Neil on the shoulder and gets death glare from Andrew*<p/><b>Matt:</b> "Good boy"<p/><b></b> [Sharpay and Ryan do "Bop to the top"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "You two-"<p/><b>Twinyards and Foxes:</b> "NO"<p/><b></b> *Allison pockets $120 since Nicky STILL hasn't started singing although he is twitching*<p/><b></b> [Troy and Gabriella do "Soaring, flying", and Coach Bolton watches]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "I didn't know Wymack was in a musical"<p/><b>Dan:</b> "My boy 👏❤"<p/><b></b> ["We're all in this together"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "What is the deal with everyone in white??? Don't they get dir-"<p/><b>Nicky:</b> "ONCE WE KNOW THERE'S A SHOT AND WE TAKE IT!!! WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER ONCE WE KNOW WE'RE ALL STARS AND WE SEE IT!!"<p/><b></b> *Aaron glares a hole through Nicky's skull while Matt promptly pockets $300 since Nicky didn't last the whole musical*<p/><b></b> [Credits are going up]<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "so what did you think Neil?"<p/><b>Neil:</b> "it wasn't bad I guess... but basketball???? Really??? They couldn't have picked a less cliché sport???"<p/><b></b> *Nicky pockets $200 from everyone since Neil didn't last the entire musical without a sports complaint; he's still dancing and humming along obviously*<p/></p>
  • -- HSM 2--
  • [Everyone counts down to summer]
  • Neil: "That's like us and the end of practice when Kevin is in charge"
  • Kevin: "..."
  • Foxes: *nervous laughter*
  • [Sharpay exists and sings "Fabulous"]
  • Neil: "Did they base Sharpay on Allison??"
  • Allison: "Neil that is the sweetest thing you have ever said!!"
  • [Sharpay and Ryan spy on Troy and Gabriella]
  • Neil: "That's like you guys and the press watching me and 'Drew"
  • Andrew: *side eyes Neil*
  • Foxes: "...did you just-?!"
  • *Nicky pockets $50 since Neil slipped up about the andreil relationship*
  • ["I don't dance"]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "Shut up. "
  • [Gabriella dumps Troy]
  • Neil: "isn't she made of tougher stuff???"
  • Dan: "That's my boy"
  • [Troy sings "Bet on it"]
  • Neil: "That should be our theme tune"
  • Matt: "you have no idea..." *side eyes the rest of the Foxes since there are currently 22 bets in the running about Neil*
  • [Gabriella comes back]
  • Neil: "again with the white????"
  • *Aaron pockets $50 since Neil complained about the same clothing twice*
  • ["All for one"]
  • Neil: "Are summers really like that?"
  • Nicky, hand over heart: "you poor sweet thing"
  • [Credits]
  • Foxes: "thoughts, Neil?"
  • Neil: "at least there wasn't as much baske-"
  • *Matt and Nicky pocket $100 each*
  • --HSM3--
  • [Opening game]
  • Neil: "Seriously???"
  • *Nicky pockets another $60*
  • [Troy gets floored in opening game]
  • Neil: "that wasn't even sore?!!?!??"
  • *Matt pockets $90 since Neil complained about lack of pain / realisticness*
  • [Troy and Chad nick the boys clothes after the shower]
  • Neil: "If you guys do that I swear I'll set Andrew on you"
  • *bets are placed as to whether this actually happens*
  • *andrew plans to steal everyone's clothes except his own and Neil's next time they're all in the showers*
  • [Troy climbs ladder on stage and he and Gabriella get each other covered in white paint]
  • Neil: "If that was the roof-"
  • Andrew: "Shut. Up."
  • Nicky: "do you mean the climbing part or the white wet stuff on the face part???"
  • Andrew: *death glare as his fingers twitch to his knives*
  • Neil: "?????"
  • [Gabriella gets accepted into a fancy college and only tells Monique]
  • Neil: "she's not going to run away again is she???"
  • *Matt pockets $40 since Neil complained about the story line*
  • [Troy climbs into Gabriella's room with strawberries and chocolate]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "Neil I swear to God-"
  • Nicky: "is it the climbing part or the aphrodisiac part??"
  • Andrew: *Flashes knife at nicky*
  • Neil: "????"
  • [Gabriella leaves without telling Troy]
  • Neil: "Seriously?!???"
  • Dan, hand over heart: "My son"
  • [Troy isolates himself and bounces ball off ceiling without Gabriella]
  • Neil: "Kevin is that what you do when you're not breathing exy???"
  • [Troy goes and fetches Gabriella]
  • Neil: "What does he see in her?? All she does is run away and he's the one who ahs to go bring her back?? Why not just let her go??"
  • Andrew: "I know right"
  • [Sharpay runs away from not-troy]
  • Neil: "so unrealistic. Allison would've slapped him"
  • Allison: "babe you're so right"
  • [Sharpay up stages the english girl]
  • Neil: "ok see THAT'S Allison"
  • Allison: *fans herself cause she's welling up at how well neil knows her*
  • [Ryan hits the button and sends Sharpay and Miss. London down on the door thingy]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "yes."
  • [Graduation where Troy fetches Chad]
  • Neil: "oh come on basketball is not that obsession worthy"
  • *Nicky pockets another $70*
  • [Coach Bolton tells the boys to get back on the stage]
  • Neil: "That's as unlikely to happen as Wymack is to tell me to talk to the press"
  • ["High school musical"]
  • Neil: "Are you girls going to do that when you graduate from here??"
  • *bets are placed*
  • [Credits]
  • Foxes: "Neil???"
  • Neil: "that wasn't so bad I guess..."
  • *Nicky hands matt $100 since Neil didn't complain about basketball again*

Ok listen . After Neil gets his own pair of armbands the fans start to love the idea right. although they don’t know the real reason behind the armbands, they think that they’re a cool fashion accessory. Soon, psu exy fans everywhere start to wear their own armbands because they think it’s the coolest thing. So the foxes decide that everyone on the team should wear them, like a team trademark. They all get a pair with their numbers embroidered on them. (Andrew still wears the plain black ones though) Neil is overjoyed that everyone is wearing them. Andrew secretly loves it too but would NEVER admit it.

Epsilon leaves a lot of messages before he leaves. Some are important and poetic, and others…well:

“Hey guys. I hope you don’t mind me leaving a group message for you, but, uh, better dead than red, y'know. Hah, literally, at this point.”

(aka i realized any hcs become AU in a few says anyway, so fuck it) 

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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 10

<<…Chapter 9 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14

Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

Tags: @kwien-cee @saoirsewhittle @standalls @anonimereader06 @shantayok @thiscuriouslymiss @dashofsunshineblog @negative-love @sarasmismyonlydefence @sharenaloveyoux @hoedorshegort @teenwolfobsessed321 @tomlinsonlovers @brianaisasongbird @xcastawayherosx

In this chapter: Nightmares. Again. The party.

Word count: 2585

Blood, everywhere, on the ground, the walls everything is covered and no matter where I look, my eyes only catch the red dripping and sticking all around me. I want to throw up but at the same time I feel nothing except the cold and the smell of blood that makes my head spin. I see badly, so much red, so much blood. I don’t want to look, I close my eyes. But when I try to stop seeing, I hear. I hear the cries, the pain and the suffering.

“It will be your fault.”

And I wake up shouting.

“It’s okay, Y / N! Everything is okay… ”

When I opened my eyes, I was in Scott’s arms. The room was dark, a sign that it was night. The cries immediately ceased when I recognized him, and I huddled up against him to sob.

“What’s happening?” A sleepy but restless voice came near the door.

“Y / N had a nightmare again. I take care of her mom. You can go back to bed. ”

I didn’t look up, but I knew Melissa had nodded and went back to her room. Scott continued to comfort me and he did so until my sobs calmed down and I finally closed my eyes. It was the second time that night that I woke up screaming in the middle of the night and Scott had to come to take me in his arms. He reassured me, comforted me and when I was calm enought, he went back to his room.

The next morning I opened my eyes without shouting. I hadn’t slept much, but I felt I had arrived somehow. I glanced into the room, rubbing my eyes as I noticed something close to me that caught my attention.

Scott, asleep on a sofa near my bed. He had stayed and watched over me?

“Did you manage to sleep?” He asked me, opening his eyes and yawning as he stood up on the chair.

“Not really …” I answered and he smiled softly before getting up. “Thank you, Scott …” I mumbled very low, but I knew he had heard me. As an only answer he patted my hand saying that I had to get ready to go to class.


The day was relatively normal. I had a new splinter for my wrist thanks to Melissa, but I had refused the crutches. I was able to walk, hardly but it was fine with me. The classes were long and stressful, especially those in which Stiles was. I stiffened and my heart started beating as soon as he was close. So, in summary, I had learned nothing in school that day either, unable to concentrate.

The last class of the day ended when, unfortunately, my satchel filled with all the class’ paper notes slipped from my hand on the floor. After swearing in a low voice I told Scott I was going to catch him and hurried to pick up my mess.

Once I picked everything up, I squeezed the sheets quickly into my bag and pulled out as fast as I could from the class to catch up with Scott. Let’s say I didn’t want to be alone in school, especially not today, exhausted by the lack of sleep. At the corner of the corridor I recognized Scott’s voice so I stopped to listen.

“I don’t know, Stiles … I only got few hours of sleep last night and I have to …”

“Scott. You promised me. So, we go, we forget Allison and Lydia and we have fun. ”

“But and Y / N? ”

“Damn uh, is it a mania for you to want to protect her so much? It’s not like she had a target on her back saying "I’m weird so attack me” “

"We still don’t know where she comes from and …”

“You will do me the pleasure to leave your "sister” aside for tonight. Tonight we go to Heather’s party and that’s it. “

Heather? Heather, Stiles’ childhood friend? Heather, the darach first victim? My heart accelerated and I decided to get out of the shadows before Scott heard my heart and caught me spying on them.

"Can I come?” I asked behind Stiles, which made him jump.

"Where the hell are you coming from?!”

“Scott, can I come?” I asked Scott and hold his gaze as hard as I could, feeling my heart beat very hard in my chest. He seemed to think for a moment but finally accepted.

I was going to save Heather tonight.

And so I found myself at a typical party with people I didn’t know and some that I shouldn’t know, the nervousness twisting my stomach more each minutes. Scott and Stiles were speaking of Allison and Lydia in front of me, but I didn’t listen to them. I hadn’t anticipated that Heather’s party would arrive so fast. I had just recovered from the confrontation with Derek and already I had to face something else. I hadn’t had time to think about what I was going to do, or what I was going to say. Or don’t say in this case. I had only a few minutes to recall everything that was going to happen during the party, and although I was a fan of the series, I had some parts missing.

I was very concentrated on the party because I didn’t notice that we had arrived, nor the famous handshake that Scott and Stiles did just before going in. However, a very specific event made me out of my mind.

“Stiles! ”

My head gets up just in time to see a beautiful blonde melt on Stiles and lay her mouth on his. My whole body froze and my mouth was wide open as Heather asked Stiles to come and help her find a wine bottle in the cellar, which he immediately accepted with joy. An internal jealousy rose inside me as I looked at the ground, having completely forgotten Scott’s presence beside me.

“Everything is fine?” He asked me, surely worried about me seeing suddenly down. I didn’t understand why I had this feeling of jealousy, that emotion that wasn’t leaving me. Perhaps because I liked Stiles, and even if he was a fictional character, he was very real in this world and I knew very well that my last chances with him had gone away a long time ago. In any case, Stiles had to finish with Lydia. After going out with Malia. I couldn’t change this important fact of the story.

Then I surprised Scott sniffing at me.

"Scott?” I asked, very intrigued by his gesture. The only moments he sniffed people were to find out if they were werewolves, or to detect their emotions-

Oh shit. He knew I was jealous.

“I’ll be there,” I hastened to say on my way to a calm place where I took one of those blue glasses that contained alcohol. I was going to taste it when something caught my attention.

Stiles was running back from the cellar.

To get the condoms.

My glass slipped from my hands and fell to the ground splashing everyone as I limped toward the cellar room, my heart beating faster than ever. That was the moment.

A crash of bottles, cries of distress and fear. An intense smell of wine. That’s what I felt when I rushed downstairs as quickly as I could. I had no plan, so my plan was to go without thinking. To do everything and save her.

“ Help! ”

Then the bottles stopped falling, and I quickly found Heather in the back, back against the wall near the basement window, frightened and barefoot full of blood. When she saw me, she shouted to me to help her and I had to do everything to keep my cool when I saw the window near her slowly open. The darach was going to take her, I had to do something!

A surge of adrenaline ran through me and I forgot my wound in the ankle and ran to Heather, shouting at her to run away, but paralyzed by fear, she wasn’t moving. I wasn’t going to get there in time, I felt like running in slow motion, the pieces of glasses on the ground cracking under my shoes at every step. I didn’t want to see her get caught and fail again. So I took the closest thing, a bottle of wine, and threw it close to her as hard as I could. The bottle burst and Heather screamed, crouching down, to protect herself out of fear. The hand passed a few centimeters away from her and I could get to her. I crouched beside Heather and forced her to get up and then noticed that all the bottles had disappeared, except the one I had thrown.

The darach was gone? I didn’t want to know so I ran with Heather out of the basement, down to civilization on the surface. Heather was covered in wine and had pieces of glass in her hair and she was more than panicky. Once out of the basement, she pushed me abruptly and I fell painfully on the ground.

“You’re crazy!” She shouted at me, and everyone turned to us. I saw in a corner Scott pushing the crowd to approach, with Allison and Lydia by his side and they stared at me without understanding. I looked at Scott with tears in my eyes before looking back at Heather.

"She attacked me! It was just a joke for you, wasn’t it? Scare me and then throw a wine bottle at my head! ”

“What?” I defended myself, still on the floor, my heart beating fast. "I saved your life!” I added before feeling the world turn around me. Then I saw Stiles among the witnesses. My vision becoming blurred and I placed my hand on my chest as I felt the pain coming. Stiles glanced at me without understanding, then the pain attacked me and I began to cough while searching for my breath.

The last thing I remembered was Scott, who was rushing towards me and the look of Stiles.

And at that moment I realized that his look was more painful than the pain that made me lose consciousness.


When I woke up, I was in my bed at home. In my room, my real room. The one of my world, with my furniture, my personal belongings. I hadn’t noticed until now how much I missed my room.

Until the walls began to melt into blood and the decomposed faces of my family members came out of the now liquid walls to try and catch me with their hands outstretched.

And I woke up again shouting.

The door of my room opened and I saw briefly Scott coming to take me in his arms.

“Shhh … everything is okay …” He mumbled and I huddled up against him crying.

“That’s why you don’t sleep anymore,” another voice said. “She has terrible nightmares, nightmares so horrible that she cries out to wake up.”

Scott didn’t answer.

“And that’s why you feel the need to protect her.”

“Stiles, if you’re here to add …”

“Heather said Y / N attacked her, Scott.”

He was wrong. I wanted to save her, simply save her!

“This isn’t the time, Stiles.” Scott added.

"It’s precisely the time to talk about it. Y / N arrives from nowhere, she doesn’t remember anything but knows things and now she attacks people? And you watch over her? ”

“Wanted to help …” I tried to mumble between two sobs. I only wanted to help, but with my nightmares and my lack of sleep, I was so exhausted that now the pain made me lose consciousness.

“You’re not helping anyone,” Stiles began, his voice trembling with rage. “Don’t you see? You make people crazy. I had never seen Derek like that before. Before he met you, he would’ve never attack an innocent person. You’re probably not that innocent after all! ”

“Stiles!” Scott raised his voice.

"And you managed to bend Scott, make him believe your lies, but not me,” Stiles finished as he left the room.

“He didn’t think so …” Scott murmured to reassure me, but I could only sob.


The next day, with another night of only a few hours of sleeping, I didn’t have the strength to go to class. But I had to go, it was one of the sheriff’s conditions. I just didn’t have the strength to do anything. What was the point of saving everyone if I ended up being hated by everyone I considered my allies? Scott was going to end up hating me too.

Or I was going to become the new Theo and managed to separate the pack.

At school, during a break, Scott had to meet Derek with Allison, Lydia and Stiles to show them the marks the two girls had on their wrists. Obviously Derek told them it wasn’t a reliable track, and insinuated that Lydia had brought his psychopathic uncle back to life and that Allison had sent too much arrow on him and his pack. For my part, I was hiding behind the half-open door of the class to listen. Actually, I was waiting for Scott. I was afraid of walking without him, out of fear and security.

“Y / N, don’t stay here and enter, please,” Derek muttered to my attention. Stupid superhuman werewolves reflexes.

I entered the class timidly, with my head down. I didn’t dare to cross anyone’s eyes, especially not Stiles after what he had told me the day before. And I didn’t particularly want to hear Derek tell me the same thing.

“I’m sorry.”

I raised my head to look at Derek and noted sincerity in his eyes.

“Sorry to have attacked you for no reason the other time,” he specified. “I have a lot of worries right now. I wanted to apologize.” He finished and I felt my heart a little lighter.

"It’s okay,” I whispered weakly.

“And as for your marks,” Derek added toward the girls. “You wanna help? Find something real.” Then he walked out of the classroom and I thought for a few seconds about his excuses before I decided to go after him by calling his name. In the corridor he turned to me raising his eyebrows and I wanted to slap myself for what I was about to say. But I had nothing to lose.

“Don’t do it on the full moon evening,” I said quickly, waiting for the pain that didn’t come.

“What?” He asked me, coming closer.

"Do it before or after but not during the full moon,” I finished, hearing Scott and the others arrive behind me in the corridor. I didn’t wait for his answer and turned around.

We were on the way for the next class, near the sports grounds. Stiles, Scott and I in total silence. A painful silence. Finally Stiles opened his mouth.

“Why wait four months, why now?” He muttered to himself. Then he glanced at me before turning his gaze forward and not talking anymore. My heart grows heavier once more.

He had no confidence in me. I saved Heather, but at what cost?

Next to me, I felt Scott frozen. When I turned to him in incomprehension, I saw what had immobilized him.

The two twins passed by, and I froze as well.

My mission wasn’t over.

In the next chapter: A normal class, like in the show. But nothing is normal at Beacon Hills. Another failure.

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Tells Your Story, Part 2/5, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is asked to be a part of the Hamilton Mixtape.

Words: 1309

Author’s Note: Heavily inspired by how much the West Wing and Hamilton crossover, specifically Bradley Whitford’s love for it. Kind of filler, but shit still happens. Let me know what you think! There’s still three more to come…eventually…I don’t have another off day for a bit…

Warnings: Slow burn…is that a warning?

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


He was struck by how easy it was.

Growing up, he read books and plays about the struggle of love and the turmoils everyone would inevitably have to face for it.

It was so goddamn easy to love you.

“You’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met in my life.” Chris told him after hearing this, exactly one day after Lin had been formally introduced to you.

I know.” Lin said, exasperated at himself. He fell into his chair, the front legs tipping off the ground as he lounged back, keeping his balance.

“Settle down, man.” Chris slapped his knee with a comfort that only he could provide, “Take it slow, you just met her. She could totally suck for all you know.”

As if on queue, Lin’s phone dinged and he immediately looked on the off-chance that it was you. It was.

From: Y/N

Finally splurged and got tickets to your show for tonight. Know anyone that could get me backstage?

Shit. You were coming to the show tonight, practically unannounced. He needed at least a week to prepare for this, he had about five hours.

They were spent in a practical panic for Lin. He had no idea what to do with himself - and people started to notice. He was late getting dressed, something he always did at least ten minutes early. He nervously fidgeted with his phone all night, either playing a game to kill the time, or un-cooly replying to any of your texts five seconds after you sent them.

The cast turned to Chris, who was always in the know with these things. He simply made a motion with his hand while making a whipping sound. The cast giggled as places were called and Lin looked as if he had seen death.

Meanwhile, your day went along as planned - there was the occasional text as you shopped for groceries or hailed a cab, but your mood was overall unaffected.

That changed while you were getting dressed to see the show. The buzz of what you were about to see put a certain skip in your step. You had never been friendlier to a cab driver, you had never smiled at so many strangers, you had never been so excited.

Sitting anxiously in your empty row for the show to start was a whole other experience. The theater was a little smaller than you had thought it to be, which emphasized how many bodies were in proximity to you. Some people came up to ask for a picture or to chat for a moment, but otherwise no one had claimed the seat next to you.

“Sorry, I think that’s my seat.” A familiar voice called to you, removing you from your head space. Your head snapped up as you stood to get out of the way.

Josh Lyman.” You spoke before you could stop yourself, the words coming out in a jumble. It was most certainly him. Older and wiser now, but he still carried the same aura he did when he was playing Josh Lyman on The West Wing.

“Y/N.” He answered back as he shuffled to his seat, which happened to be the one directly next to you, “You can just call me Bradley - or Brad. Or, you know, Josh if it’s too hard to remember.” He grinned at you with the same charm he carried when he was opposite Allison Janney. Head slightly tilted down, just the corners of his mouth curled up.

“You know me.” You breathed, unashamed at being starstruck.

“Big fan.” He said, “I saw you and him-” He gestured to the stage, referring to Lin, “-on Twitter. Are you dating?”

“Collaborating.” You corrected, dodging the idea of dating Lin as fast as you could, “Have you seen the show?”

“Six times.” He nodded as you gaped at him. Your phone dinged, and you politely excused yourself from the conversation for a moment to read the text.

From: Lin

An usher will show you where to go after the show. Don’t be too harsh with the criticism, the show still has a few kinks.

You laughed. Yeah, a few kinks. And a few Tony’s.

“Not dating?” Bradley asked, peeking over your shoulder at the slew of texts between the two of you. You put your phone away before he could investigate further. “Hey, I’m not here to judge. Just meddle.” He winked as the lights flickered, the signal for the start of the show.

Everyone felt Lin’s confidence as soon as the show started. He walked with a certain air, and his head was tilted up in strength. He was showing off. He was pretty suave when it came to performing Hamilton to begin with, but tonight was a different him.

As promised, an usher was at your side the second the lights were on at the end of the show. You barely had time to wipe away your tears as Bradley and yourself were both escorted through the crowd and to a hidden door.

Bradley greeted everyone as if they were old friends. He knew names, what to say in appreciation of their performances, what kids to ask about.

You hung back, still stunned by the show and in a daze as people passed by you. It took a few minutes for everyone to strip out of costume and to greet you - and Lin was the first person to emerge.

He made a beeline for you, still in awe and blankly staring at a wall.

“You alright?” He asked, hand comfortingly placed on your back.

“Josh Lyman is here.” You mumbled, to which Lin laughed at, “He’s so cool.” You mused.

“I know!” He giggled, eyes shining as you glanced up at him.

“My friend.” Bradley approached, as if his ears had been burning. He brought Lin into a hug, “Great show tonight.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now, what are your intentions with Y/N?” He asked, perfectly playing the role of ‘concerned dad’.

“W-What?” Lin stuttered, caught off guard as his face began to heat up.

“She was telling me about your guy’s project. Just wanted to know more about it!” Lin let out a relieved sigh, “Why? Did you think I was suggesting you two should date?” Lin tensed up again as Bradley provided a shit-eating grin, “Because if I was suggesting that, it’d just do this.”

He gently pushed you towards Lin, causing you to stumble forward. Lin’s arms wrapped instinctively around your waist to keep you from falling, faces only inches away from each other.

Bradley stuffed his hands into his jacket, casually whistling as he waltzed in the direction of Chris, who was grinning just as smugly.

The two of you jumped away from each other, muttering half-assed excuses about needing to ‘pack his things’ or ‘meet the rest of the cast’.

You parted with an awkward glance in separate directions. You made your rounds with Lin on your mind, trying your best to engage in conversations. You swapped numbers with people you clicked with, you posed for pictures, you tried not to think about his arms around you.

You failed.

Lin emerged with his bag slung over his shoulder, seeing you tucked away in a corner of the stage, deep into a conversation with Chris. He crossed the room casually, smiling as his cast mates practically gushed over you and how you needed to be a permanent fixture at the Richard Rodgers Theater.

He finally made it to you and Chris, your conversation ending abruptly as soon as he was in earshot.

“You’re heading home?” You asked.

“Actually, I was thinking about heading out to dinner. Join me?”

Your eyes shot to Chris, as if asking for permission. Chris shrugged in response, shuffling over to Renee, who was not-so-sneakingly spying on the conversation.

The hesitation killed his confidence.

“Sure.” You finally answered, “I’d love to.”

We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 6

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

Word count: 1102

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A/N: Shorter chapter, but next chapter is almost 3000 words!

In this chapter: Leave or stay? Learning something, decision, mistakes, shall I stay?

“We know each other?” She asked me, placing a hair lock behind her ear, still in the doorway, waiting to come in or something like that. For my part, I was totally frozen. I had Allison in front of me. Allison Argent, very alive. My mind was empty and I even forgot to breathe.

Her cascading hair. Her gentle face. Her sparkling eyes.

Then I remembered my dream and my mouth closed.

“No,” I said to her before swallowing hardly my saliva. “I … took you for someone else in the hospital,” I lied, laughing nervously. “Sorry to frighten you.”

Allison bent her head, confused.

“Scott told me you remembered nothing …”

Uh oh. Indeed. How could I have taken her for someone else?

“I … I was quite confused.”

Little embarrassing silence. I couldn’t move. My conviction to leave had fled, my heart was torn. If I left I couldn’t save her. But if I stayed, everybody would die. But still, if I left I couldn’t even try to save her, and this remorse would haunt my thoughts for the rest of my life.

“You shouldn’t go out like that,” she pointed at me.

I still had my dirty clothes, my elastic bandage at the ankle and nothing in my feet.

“Erm … I just wanted …” I started, feeling that I no longer had the control of the situation. My voice struggled to make its way through my throat and I had all difficulty in the world to remain calm. I was on the verge of the nerve crisis. And that, Allison noticed it well because she entered Scott’s house without my invitation. After all it wasn’t my house. She entered by putting a lock behind her ear again and went to the living room without looking at me.

“I’ll stay until Scott comes back,” she said, sitting comfortably on the sofa. That was the Allison I know.

“You don’t have to,” I began, feeling my voice crack.

“I want to,” she said, motivated. And that was the end of the discussion.

What can I say to a character that is going to die? A character whose death I mourned at each viewing of the show? What to say to her, that her absence to the rest of the show was only painful?

“ You are really beautiful… ”

Oops, it was out on its own. I had always found Allison very beautiful, strong, like most of the character on the show.

“ Thank you…? ”

I had officially managed to make the situation awkward. Luckily the front door opened with a crash and someone came out into the house.

“Where is she? Is everything alright…? ”

Scott stopped in the middle of his sentence, seeing us both sitting very well in the living room.

“Oh, I see …” He mumbled before lowering his head, red cheeks on seeing Allison. I forgot that he hadn’t seen her for four months. He cleared his throat before asking me why I hadn’t responded when he called.

“I was … sleeping,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders. But Scott didn’t pay any attention to me anymore, he only saw Allison.

“Hey …” He mumbled to her, and she answered him in the same way. As a Scallison fan and shipper I had to hold on very hard to not sigh when I saw the scene.

“Thank you for coming,” he told her as she got up. “I couldn’t join Stiles so I started to panic… I was lucky I knew you were back in town. ”

“How did you know?” She asked him.

“Well …” He started looking at me. “My mother told me,” he lied, probably unable to explain how I knew if I was amnesic.

“Okay. Anyway, I didn’t really want to go to the four people meeting with Lydia,” she said, smiling at him.

I almost smiled too. They were so cute together!

Wait.

Four people meeting with Lydia?

I got up in my turn feeling my heart accelerate in my chest, which Scott also heard as he turned to me.

“What were you planning for tonight, Scott?” I asked cautiously.

“I went to work,” he replied as if it was obvious.

“Didn’t you …” I started before I stopped, feeling the pain that was waiting for an opportunity to attack me. “I heard your mother talking about a tattoo …”

His gaze lit up with surprise as he understood where I was getting at.

“Oh, yes, it was tonight but I had to cancel because I used the money I had saved for …”

He didn’t finish his sentence but I understood all the same. He had used his money to buy me clothes, and went to work to make some savings.

Waaaait.

He was supposed to go get a tattoo with Stiles. Meet Allison and Lydia on the road when they were going to their party and then having the accident with the deer. But none of this had happened. Scott didn’t go get tattooed, a very important element since his tattoo would become the symbol of his pack. And they hadn’t had the accident with the deer, another important element for them to understand the ties between the murders, the animals that go mad and the black druid and his sacrifices.

But it hadn’t happened, and all of it because of me. I had changed the future. I had ruined everything.

I sat down again on the sofa with a broken face.

“Oh no …” I mumbled as I ran my hand through my face. Scott had to think of something else because he came to sit beside me and circled my back with his hand to comfort me.

“Don’t feel bad for the money,” he said softly. But that wasn’t it. I had ruined everything.

Allison was still standing by the door, her arms crossed, probably not understanding what was going on.

I must have gone before, no, I shouldn’t have found myself here in the first place. I had nothing to do here. I didn’t belong to Beacon Hills.

I was about to get up to leave when an idea came to my mind.

If the accident was supposed to happen today, tomorrow was the start of the school year. And tomorrow everything will start. The beginning of the end.

I had to fix my mistake. I looked up again to look at Allison.

I was going to save her. Screw up my dream. No matter what the voice said, I wasn’t going to change my mind. It was too late anyway.

“Damn,” Scott exclaimed. “I forgot to buy you pajamas…”

In the next chapter: First day of school! So excited! Meeting characters, feeling guilty and then it hapenned.

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You Know Better - Part 12 - Field Test

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Story Description: Peter and the reader develop a slow relationship.

Part Description: The storm has stirred up something and the pack wants to investigate. 

Warnings/Labels: Dirty comments, shirtless Peter, sexual comments, Peter having a hint of a heart

Approx. Word Count: 4,600

A/N: This chapter may be a little rushed in places. There was a lot to get in and I wasn’t sure about some of it…

Story Masterpost

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Hi Taylor, I’m Allison! I just want to say thank you for making these beautiful masterpieces! You and your music make me so happy! I don’t know where I would be without you! You are such an amazing person! I love how you go above and beyond for your fans! I saw you at BOTH Texas shows it was the magical and so much fun! It felt like you were talking to me and only me! I love you more and more each day if that’s even possible! Your concerts are always the best nights of my life! I have been lucky enough that I got to go to 6 of them! I hope one day I get to meet you! It is my 10 year plus dream! I’ve been a fan from the beginning since the curly hair days! I love you so much Taylor and I’m so proud and happy for you! Thank you for always being here for me! I love you forever & always!😘

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So I have another Isaac Lahey fan fiction called Wolf Moon. It is a Supernatural/Teen Wolf fan fiction but I’m making this one just Teen Wolf.

Prologue-

This is a story about Dylan McCall, she is Scott’s twin sister. She knows everything about him even him being a werewolf. Dylan is a little bit shorter than Scott. She also has black hair and brown eyes.

Her best friends are Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison. Soon Isaac will crawl into the picture. Isaac doesn’t trust a lot of people but he does Dylan.

Chapters:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Is it Possible to have Two Soulmates?

Summary: You’ve been attending Beacon Hills high school forever and you’re best friends with Stiles and Scott. You have been and always will be in love with Stiles. However, one night with the pack, things take a turn. You end up saving someones life who could be vital to the pack. Everyday, the two of you become closer and closer.  I used Peter from the amazing spider-man as the guy you’re seeing. Except he isn’t spider man, he’s just a normal dude- well kinda. Stiles starts to get jealous. Enjoy!

Ship: Stiles x Fem!Reader

Warning: Jealousy, LOADS OF FLUFF, awkwardness, swearing (of course), dorky peeps, blood, etc. 

Your P.O.V

I lean against the cold, concrete wall. It was soothing considering the circumstances. Stiles and Scott were on each side of me. Scott’s arm stuck outward, protectively. My heart was beating out of my chest. Scott turned his head, speaking softly. “Calm down (Y/n). Everything’s going to be okay. Just stick to the plan.” I nodded, taking deep slow breaths. All of a sudden, I heard a loud bang come from in front of us. We all glance up to see a gigantic, alpha drop something on the concrete floor. I squint to get a better view. It was..a body.. Oh god.. Why would he bring a body here? Unless he was important..

I glance at Stiles, his terrified expression copied my own. Scott flashes a light at Derek and Issac. There bodies tense up at this action; ready to make a move at his sudden command. Everything was going fine, until the alpha let out a heinous, low, cackle. He picked up his enormous foot and hovered it over the unconscious body. He was going to kill that poor kid.. Before I could comprehend my actions, I bolted forward. My feet collided with the beast. He stumbled to the ground, getting back up within no time. I hovered over the boy, checking his heart rate. Active. Thank god.. I glance at the now pissed off Alpha. Even though my heart rate was at an all time high, I sent him the most evil and terrifying glance that I could do under these circumstances.

He grinned wickedly, running forward. I turned toward the boy, spreading myself out so I could protect him. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see blue missed spew out and shock him. He stumbled back, completely dazed. I then look back at the boy whose hands are glowing. My jaw dropped as it started to disperse. Lydia and Stiles ran over to my aid, glaring at my sudden suicide mission. I roll my eyes. “Look, give me the talk later. Stiles, go grab your jeep. We need to get him to safety. Lydia help me get him up.” She nods, following the command that I gave, wrapping her arm under his pit. I lift up most of his body weight and hoist him up into Stile’s jeep. I lay him down gently, checking his vitals. “Stiles! Lydia! Let’s go! We’ve got to get this guy to a hospital now!” Immediately, they hopped in the front seat and hit the pedal. Please be okay.. Please be okay..

After a few hours..

All of a sudden, my restful slumber was disturbed when I felt a gentle hand tap on my shoulder. My eyes bulge open, exhaling drastically. “He’s awake if you would like to see him.” Immediately, I stood up; shaking my head. “How is he?” She smiled. “You got him here just in time. You saved his life.” I shrugged, rubbing the back of my neck. “It’s not big deal-” She rolled her eyes. “Stop it. You’re a hero. Would you like to see him?” I shake my head. “Nah. I’ve got to get home. Thank you for everything.” I wave goodbye to her as I hop into Stile’s jeep. He sends me an adorable smile. Lydia turns around, facing me. “That was a dick move.” I rolled my eyes. “Look, you can mother me tomorrow. I need a shower, okay?” She exhales, frustrated. “Fine.” 

The next day..

I tap my pen on my head repetitively, trying to stay awake. God..this is excruciating.. The coach continued talking absolute nonsense, often hitting the board with a long ruler. I shivered with fear that one day it would hit me. As I was about to glance at the clock, I heard the bell ring. I bolt out of my seat, running away from that room as fast as I could. I heard a sweet, sarcastic voice come from behind me. “You really wanted to get out of that class, didn’t ya?” I turn to see Stiles leaning against a locker, smirking. I roll my eyes. “What can I say, I hate that class. I’m petrified that coach’ll hit me one day with that massive ruler he carries around. He acts like it’s a sword. I’m afraid he’s just gonna stab me out of nowhere.” Stiles bursts out laughing. This simple action makes my heart ache. “I completely agree. To be honest, I’m surprised he hasn’t hit you yet. You just play with your pen most of the class.” I shrug. “I don’t know. Hah.” 

I swing my locker shut, turning my head. We head over to lunch when all of a sudden, I hit my head, cussing under my breath. “Shit..” Stiles stops and looks at me. “You okay?” I shake my head. “Yeah. I forgot to get some paper work from the office to give to my mom. I’ll meet you at the table.” He nods, walking away. Once I enter the office, I greet the little old lady at the desk. “Morning Mrs. Nail. I was wondering if you had the paperwork for my mom from the guidance counselor?” She gave me a sweet smile, before shuffling through some paper work. “Here ya go honey!” I thanked her and stuffed the paperwork in my bag. My thoughts came to a stop when I heard a low voice ask one of the ladies at the front desk “Please! You have to help me! I’m looking for a (Y/n) (Y/L/N). Do you know where I could find her?” 

My heart stopped. What would he want with me? And who was he? The lady spoke in a soothing tone. “She’s right over there.” My head swiveled in their direction. When the our eyes meet, I drop my paperwork. He was absolutely breathtaking. His rough features had an innocence to them. His eyes were a deep green and blue combo. He was fit, not overly muscular but obviously toned. Immediately, we both reached down to pick up my books. Our heads colliding in the process. How cheesy, am I right? We both apologized, completely flustered. When our eyes met once more, he was absolutely breath taking. Quickly, I stuffed my things in my bag; muttering a thank you on the way out. 

Seconds later, he stormed right in front of me. “You’re (Y/n) right?” I nod, blushing. He grinned. “You’re the one who saved me two nights ago. I’m Peter.” I shook his hand. “(Y/n). But you already knew that?-” We both burst out laughing. “I wanted to thank you for saving my life in person. I would like to repay you if I may?” I shrugged. “It’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal.” He scoffed. “You saved my life. Without you, I’d be dead. Let me repay a piece of that favor, by umm..let me take you out for ice cream?” When he smiled, my heart leaped out of my chest. It was so innocent, so sweet. I roll my eyes, blushing. “Sure, why not.” He grinned like child, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. “Here’s my number. Text me whatever time works for you.” 

He turns to walk away, fist pumping the air. I turn around, giggling. When I take a seat, Lydia wacks me on the back of my head. I groan, giving her a weird look. “What the hell Lydia?” If looks could kill, my mom would be speaking at my funeral right now. “Number one, you could have gotten yourself killed! That was a risky move you pulled.“ I rolled eyes. “But I didn’t. Look I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about the situation. We planned on taking him from behind and that plan failed when the monster went for that guy. I had to do something, and my body moved before my head did. So, I’m sorry..” She exhaled. “Ugh.. I can’t be mad at you.” I smirked. She hit the back of my head again. “What was that for?” She squinted. “Did you get that cute boys number?” 

I noticed the rest of the pack stop eating at this sudden statement. I smirked, shrugging. “That cute boy I believe you’re referring to is also the guy we saved that night.” The packs eyes widened, along with Lydia. Scott intruded. “What did he say to you?” I shrugged. “He wanted to thank me for saving his life.” Lydia scoffed. “Well, did you get his number?” Allison smirked at me as I stood up. Soon, they were both on my tail, giggling. “He’s really cute. Did you get his number? Are you guys gonna hang out?” I walk up to the lunch line, buying a water bottle. “Yes, I did get his number. And yes, he’s taking me out to get ice cream.” They both screamed like school girls. “Our little girl is growing up so fast hahah.” I roll my eyes, returning to spot. 

Halfway through lunch.. 

“Oh.. (Y/n).” I glance up at Lydia. “Guess who’s been watching you almost the whole lunch period?” My brows furrow as I look in the direction of which she’s pointing. I look up to see Peter smirking at me. My cheeks started to burn. He sent me a wink, making me even more flustered. 

I buried my face in my jacket, blushing even more. I punched Allison’s arm and glared at Lydia. She merely rolled her eyes, smirking. “I hate you both.” Lydia scoffed. “No you don’t. You love us.” I shook my head smirking. 

Stiles P.O.V

My nostrils flared. What the hell was she doing with that guy? And why the hell did she agree to go on a date with him? I don’t trust that bastard. He’s up to something.. Scott kept his hand on my shoulder to steady me. “I don’t like him Scott..” He rolled his eyes. “Why not?” I scoffed. “This guy could be insane. There must be some weird reason is to why the beast took him right?” His brows furrowed as he turned to (Y/n). “Hey (Y/n), when you go on your date, can you get some details about him. Figure out why he’s here and why he was kidnapped?” She gave him a irritated look as he continued. “Please. I need to know that this town is going to be safe.” She rolled her eyes before nodding. He always did have a good way with approaching people. I sent continuous glares at him throughout lunch. I wasn’t going to let some sick bastard hurt my best friend. 

Your P.O.V

After school..

I paced back and forth, often glancing at my phone which was lying on my bed. You can do this (Y/n)..It can’t be that hard..Wait I can’t do this..I’m in love with Stiles..Than again, he only cares and talk about Lydia..He’ll never look at me the way I want him to.. I’m just his friend..nothing more..I laced my fingers through my hair before typing. Hey, it’s (Y/n). Wanna get ice cream after school tomorrow? I threw my phone on my bed and began to pace back and forth. In a matter of a few seconds, my phone buzzed. I jumped on the bed, swiping it open. Yeah, sure thing! By the way, you should probably bring shades tomorrow. It’s suppose to be sunny. I nodded my head. All of a sudden, my phone went off again. And a bathing suit ;) My eyes grow wide. Oh god, are you taking me to the beach? Seconds later my phone buzzed. Something like that.. ;) Bring a towel and spare clothes as well. I slapped my head, hard. This outta be good.. 

The next day after school.. 

My fingers clicked obnoxiously against my desk for relief. I was nervous. Scratch that, more than nervous. I was fucking petrified. I haven’t been on a date with a guy in a well-shit I don’t remember the last time I went on a date with someone. I’ve always liked Stiles. It’s never been someone else. He was my batman. He’s the love of my life. I’ve been fawning over him longer than he’s been fawning over Lydia. But I needed this. I needed to get over him. I needed to feel confident and fall in love and be happy. I deserved that. I take a deep breath as the final bell rings. I take my books and shuffle over to my locker. After shoving all of my essentials into my backpack, I peer over to see Peter leaning against the locker next to mine. “Hey.” He says, sweetly. 

I gasp. “Hey!’ He starts to giggle. “I’m sorry, did I startle you?” I shake my head. “A little bit. But I think I’ll live.” He grinned. “Ready to go?” I nodded, hulling my backpack over my shoulder. He stuck his arm out, speaking in a British accent. “Your chariot awaits m’lady.” I wrap my hand around his arm, laughing. Once we get outside, he runs ahead, opening the door for me. Immediately, I stop and gawk. “Dude, your car is awesome!” He grinned. “Ahh, you know cars?” I shrugged. “A little bit.” His smile grows wide as I hop in. 

After a little while of driving, we pulled up to the nearest ice cream shop. He hopped out of the car and swung the door open, giving me a hand on the way out. I giggle. “What a gentleman.” He shrugs, blushing. “I try.” After a while of talking inside, we started having hilarious competitions. “I bet you I could chug down this hot fudge faster than you can?” He scoffs. “Bring it on cupcake.” We count in unison. “3..2..1..GO!” I shove the heavy, warm liquid down my throat. Moaning in appreciation for its gorgeous taste. After a few seconds, Peter plops his empty container down on the table, smirking. “So what did I win?” I wink. “What do you want?’ He bites his bottom lip. “A kiss?” I looked down. “Maybe later-” I get up and walk out the door. Immediately, I could hear his footsteps behind me. Thank you Lydia. Playing hard to get with this guy, definitely worked. We went back to his car. “So, why did I need my bathing suit?” He smirked. “You’ll have to wait and see princess.” I rolled my eyes, blushing as I stared out the window. 

I heard the radio get louder as I look over to see Peter lip syncing Say My Name by Destiny Child. I burst out laughing. He grinned as he continued. Once he finish, I applauded his wonderful performance. “I bet you couldn’t do better than me.” I scoffed. “Bring it on, twinkle toes.” The next song that came on was Get Ugly by Jason Derulo. He giggled every so often as I winked at him. Finally, we pulled up to a huge house. My jaw dropped as we got out. “This is your house?” He merely nodded. “Wow..” I said, breathless. As we walked through, I merely gawked. I looked to the left of me to see an indoor pool. My eyes widened. “YOU HAVE AN INDOOR POOL?!” He laughed. “Yeah.-” As I turned my head to look at him, my face flushed. He was completely shirtless. “You like what you see?” I began to panic. “Ahh- uh- yeah- uh- spl- uh.” He laughed. “If you wanna get changed in the bathroom, it’s right behind you.” I nodded, running off. You can do this.. You’re gonna be okay. 

After putting on my outfit. I took a once over and exhaled. You’ve got this.. Be confident.. I took another deep breath and walked out. His head was under the water when I walked in. I bit my lip, taking off the towel that covered my body. Once I turned around Peter and I make eye contact. His jaw dropped lower than I thought was humanly possible. His eyes scanned every nook and cranny of my body. I couldn’t help but blush. He laughed. “Well, ya gonna come in? Or am I gonna have to push you in?” I rolled my eyes and jumped in, splashing him as soon as entered the water. We stayed like this for a few hours. Occasionally playing marco polo or just talking. It was quite fun. 

“So, I have to ask. Why did that beast take you?” He looked down and then back up at me. “I’ll explain everything over coffee.” He took my hand, gently pulling me out of the cool water. Once we finished getting dressed, I sat across from him, perplexed. “That beast took me because I-” He stopped, taking a deep breath. “I’m a supernatural being.” My brows furrowed. “What kind of supernatural being?” He smiled. “I’m an angel. Not like the angels from God, more like rogue supernatural.” I shake my head. “Why was he after you?” He shrugged. “Well, I’m a cupid.” My brows furrowed. “Cupid?” He nodded. “My job is to bring two soulmates together.” I shake my head. “Than why did that beast go after you?” He looked down. “The beast wanted to use me for negative purposes. He thought he could force two people to fall for each other when in reality, that’s not how it works.” Before I could ask another question, he helped me up. “Come on. I don’t wanna keep you out late.”

He wraps a blanket around my shoulders, handing me my bag. “I had a really fun day. Thank you.” He grinned. “I hope we get to do it again.” I nodded. “Me too.” The drive home was quiet and comfortable. Once we pulled up to my house, I hoped out of the car. He followed close behind. I reached the door and turned to thank him. But once I did, our lips collided. He was rough but sweet. When he let go, he winked at me; hopping in his car. “See ya later darling.” I wave goodbye and stumble inside, grinning. 

Stiles’s P.O.V

I groan. “SCOTT, STOP HITTING ME WILL YOU!” He stumbled to the ground, rolling his eyes. “Oh shut up. Why the hell are we here again?” I scoff. “I don’t trust this douche canoe! And the last time you doubted me, I was right.” He rolled his eyes. “Okay okay, we get it.” I nodded. “Now, shut up and listen.” I watched as (Y/n) was walked to her door. Peter turned and looked directly at Scott and I, smirking. I glance at him with a pinch of fear. When (Y/n) turns around, he kisses her. All of a sudden, I jumped out from the bushes. Scott pulled me down to the ground. Never in my life had I been this angry before. He looked at me as if I were psychotic. “Stiles! Stop! What are you doing!?” I try to push his arm off of me. “He’s kissing her!!” He scoffs. “Yeah, so? You’ve never had a problem with people going for her before?” I glare at him. “Scott! Let! Me! Go!” I watch as he pulls out and drives away. The anger is slowly deflating from me. 

I let out a long sigh. “I don’t trust that bastard. Come on.” He follows after me, huffing. “Why are you so mad that he kissed her?” I shake my head, ignoring his question. “Stiles!” I turn around, angry now. “I don’t know okay! I don’t know! I’m protective?” He scoffed. “That sounds more like a question than an actual theory.” I shake my head, shuffling forward. He yells again. “STILES!” I turn around, spewing out words before I could even comprehend it. “CAUSE I LOVE HER!!” Both our jaws drop. “Holy.. shit.. I’m in love..I’m in love with (Y/n)..” Scott grins. “How long have you known?” I shake my head. “I’m not sure. She’s always been there for me, ya know? I think it finally hit me when I saw someone else flirting with her..” He pats me on the back. “Go get her dude. Sweep her off her feet.” I nodded, stumbling over to her house. 

I bang on the door, muttering to myself. “Holy shit.. I’m in love..” A few seconds later, (Y/n) opened the door, looking breath taking as ever. “Hey Stiles, what’s up?” I take a big gulp. “(Y/n), there’s something I need to tell you. Something that I should have told you ages ago, but I was too much of a cock to do so..” Her brows furrow. “Is everything okay Stiles?” I nod, gulping agiain. “It would be better if I just showed you.” Before she could speak, I stepped foward, our lips colliding. In a matter of seconds, she kissed back, shutting the door. When our lips separated, I grinned. “I should have told you ages ago. When I saw him kiss you, I lost it. I want you. I always have. I just didn’t know it until I thought I lost you.” She giggles, pulling me closer. “You idiot. You’ll never lose me.” She looks to her right, I follow her gaze. Peter stands across the street smiling. And just like that, he was gone. “What the hell?” She merely smiled. “I was going to tell you guys tomorrow, but I guess now’s a good time. He’s an angel. More like a cupid.”

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My brows furrowed as she continued. “He was pushing two people together. Soulmates. Us..” My cheeks darkened. “We’re soulmates?” She nodded, kissing me again. “I love you Stiles..” My heart fluttered. “I love you too (Y/n). So damn much..” 

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Nothing To Lose (Nogitsune!Stiles Imagine)

Everything they know, everything they’ve learned, it was all me. I know it, I collect every piece of information in order to help them, I do my best to help Scott and Stiles to go thru any kind of struggle ever since Scott was bitten. But it seems like I disappeared from every picture or memory since Allison and Lydia arrived into the group, it was obvious considering she’s the love of Scott’s life or Stiles forever lasting third grade crush.

But what about their third partner in crime?

The latest danger was the Nogitsune, a dark spirit of a Kitsune that feeds of chaos and pain and see any kind of disaster he causes as a sick joke. And now it uses Stiles’ body as a host to cause this chaos around Beacon Hills and upon the pack.

I knew what his game was, I realized the repeating moves and got to understand the loop he got the pack into this whole time. I sorted it all while they were too busy to getting Stiles’ back instead of taking few steps back in order to see the whole board, to see the game.

They never listened, and when they did, it was either Allison or Lydia or even this new girl Kira that got the feedback on the great idea that I came up with.

I knew the Nogitsune’s game, and I knew where his next move leads.

Beacon Hills high school

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Promise - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Dedicated to my BFF Haley aka @iconangel cause she is Isaac Lahey trash and it’s also almost her birthday so this is my gift to her! I’m posting this here cause I really have nowhere else to put it and I don’t want to stick it on my regular blog but it’s teen wolf related so this works right? Oh well. I hope you like it Haley ILYSM!!!


You sighed as you slumped into your seat in Chemistry class. You were exhausted from all the drama going down with your friends and their “wolfy” problems. You were up late the night before on the phone with Allison as she gave you a rundown about the situation with Isaac and the twins. Isaac was hellbent on revenge, and Scott was trying to make him see reason. Which was why you currently felt like you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. You glanced over at Scott, his brow furrowed as he stared at the back of Isaac’s head. The taller boy was gripping the sides of his desk so hard his knuckles were white.

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