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Why Do You Keep Apologizing! (Theo Raeken Imagine)

Here’s a Teen Wolf Imagine!

It’s actual rather longer than my usual, hope you don’t mind… I got carried away.

Requests are Open (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

You were born to a family of angels. If someone thought goody-two-shoes people were terrible, imagine how it felt to sport wings that burned every time you lied and having to move nearly every month once you’ve served your purpose. 

Being an angel, you all had a specific purpose. And being part of a family, your family would spread across a town to spread positive energy throughout the people. No one could ever be in a bad mood if an angel was around… unless they’re so consumed by the darkness.

And once you stepped into Beacon Hills High School, you knew you found where you needed to go. You had a feeling you belonged to be there and it made your wings tingle underneath your jacket. You rolled your shoulders back and took a deep breath before setting off to find your locker. As you walked, there were multiple pairs of eyes on you. Not because you were an angel that just glowed (that’s actual a myth), but because there were other supernatural beings in that school that got a whiff of your scent. You just didn’t know that… yet. 

“She’s not human.” Malia whispered, looking over to Scott and Liam who understood her statement. “Her scent… it’s… different.” 

Scott nodded in agreement. “We don’t know if she’s a bad guy-” 

“Or girl.” Lydia interrupted. 

He looked over to her and nodded slightly. “Yeah… bad girl or not… We lay off her unless she proves to be a threat.” 

“Just keep your wolf and coyote eyes on her.” Stiles added. “Stay. Away.” 

“Well someone needs to tell Theo the plan.” Liam muttered. The pack looked over to what he meant. 

And there you were, standing next to Theo Raeken, struggling to open your locker which, coincidentally, was next to his. He stood stiffly as the doors were pushed open a breeze sweeping in, carrying your scent over to him which made it stronger. Fear struck him in his bones after registering what your scent was. “Are you here to punish me?” He thought aloud. 

You looked over to him as he hid his face inside his locker. “Excuse me?” You asked, politely. When there was no response, you decided to pat the young man on his muscly bicep. But then you saw darkness and a young woman tearing this boy’s heart out repeatedly. It was like a nightmare. You yelped as you pulled your hand away, immediately recognizing the feeling of darkness. It consumed him. 

You were standing in a daze as Theo slammed his locker shut and hurriedly walked away from you. Your eyes trailed him. 


In your first period, you introduced yourself to the teacher and was shown to a seat. There was an empty desk beside you and you couldn’t wait to attempt to befriend this new person. But fate decided to play against you as the boy from earlier sat next to you with an annoyed expression.

“Are you stalking me?” He asked, abruptly. “First you’re next to me in the morning, opening a locker that clearly wasn’t yours since you can’t even open the damn thing. And now you’re sitting next to me in my first period? I’ve never seen you a day in my life. So if-”

“I’m sorry if you got that impression.” You apologized. “I was told to sit here by the teacher. And as for the locker situation this morning, I honestly could not open the.. um… thing.” 

“Damn.” Theo repeated. You raised an eyebrow. “Say it.” You shook your head. Wings tend to painfully shed a feather or two if a curse word left your mouth. Growing feathers back was the true punishment. After a long period of silence and an intense staring competition, Theo finally said, “I know what you are. And I’m not going back.” 

“What?” You asked as the bell rang and class began. 

After the class, you chased after him but he immediately disappeared into the crowd of students. “What did this kid mean.” You asked aloud. 

It wasn’t until lunch time that you saw this mystery boy again. The two of you locked eyes across the room and he stood up to leave the cafeteria. You ran after him and just before he opened the doors to leave, you grabbed him. “Let go!” He said, shaking you off. 

“What did you mean you aren’t going back?” 

“Why do you care?” He shot back. “I don’t know you!” 

“My apologies… I’m-I’m..” You began, but he interrupted. 

Why Do You Keep Apologizing!” He screamed. “Demons don’t do that!” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You-you think I’m a demon?” You couldn’t even contain your laughter. His face sported a confused expression. “I apologize for my laughter. But I’m not a demon. My name is (Y/N).” You said, offering your hand. 

“Theo.” He muttered. “If you aren’t a demon, then what are you? ‘Cause you’re definitely not human.” 

“And I suppose neither are you.” You said with a playful smirk on your face. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Theo. I’m not here to harm you nor take you back to that girl.” He raised his eyebrows at you, wordlessly questioning you. “That girl in your nightmares. The one that tears out your heart.” 

“How did you-” 

“Angels are more than just wings and good deeds, Theo.” You said. “We have purposes as to why we arrive in cities… and I have a feeling my purpose is to rid you of your darkness.”

“Can you do that?” He asked, hopeful. You smiled warmly. 

“Of course.” 

 

part two

 

Whipped...friends??

Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.

And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.

Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.

They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.

And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.

And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”

So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.

“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”

And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”

Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”

“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.

But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.

And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.

When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.

“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”

“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.

“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”

Now that’s just nonsense.

“Sod off ye’ prick.”

***

It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.

She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.

It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.

“Go t'sleep, pet.”

And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.

***

The cuddles haven’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs haven’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.

If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.

The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.

“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.

“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.

She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??

The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realizes she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realizes she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.

“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.

When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”

His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.

Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.

“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.

The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.

“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”

And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.

She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??

“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”

But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.

And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.

“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”

As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.

And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.



Whipped…friends?? Or.. (Part Two)

Marking

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader

Word Count: 2,185 (yikes oops)

Warnings: Rough, Hair pulling, spanking, teasing, smut, biting, marking. (Think that’s it for now.) 

Request: Can u make a Liam Dunbar smut please?  Also can the reader be a werewolf. Maybe the story line can be something on the lines of the reader and Liam are mates and they both marked each other and went into heat

  Scott rolled his eyes at you, when you chose to sit next to Liam. He knew damn well what was going on, he knew that you were you were currently undergoing heat, and so was Liam. Liam’s entire body stiffened as you curled into his side, nudging at him. Females wolves always handled heat worse than males– he could control himself, while you on the other hand were completely losing it. You needed Liam, not Scott, not Stiles, not Mason or Corey, you needed Liam.

  You weren’t exactly sure why, it was Liam who your wolf had chosen, but it had, and it was relentless when it came to being near him. You had to be in some sort of contact with the first beta, which kind of annoyed you seeing as you couldn’t stand him. Liam had always been sort of hateful towards you, either it was because since you became Scott’s beta, and the alpha now had to pay attention to both of you instead of just him, or just because he was trying to cover the fact that you were absolutely stunning, and he just wanted to ravish you whenever he got close.

  He pushes you off of him, growling under his breath. You frown, scooting away and pouting. “Be nice…” Scott says, trying not to smile at your actions.

  “She was all over me!” Liam defended himself. You bit your lip, as Scott glared at him and his jaw clenched tight. You almost moaned at the angry glance Liam threw at you. He could smell your frustrations, but instead, decided to keep himself contained.

“Just, please, play the movie.” Stiles whines, wanting nothing to do with the two teenagers who were making everyone uncomfortable with their sexual needs.

“Sure.” Lydia sighs, curling into his side while pressing the play button. You take a blanket and cover Liam’s lap with it.

“What’re you doing?” He struggles to take it off, as it tangles between his legs.

“You shivered, I thought you were cold.” You look down at his lap which had risen.

  “Shut up.” Malia demands at you two. You whine, arching your back as you move further into the couch. Your body had grown sticky with sweat, you couldn’t help it when you pulled your top shirt off, leaving you in your tank-top. Lydia had suggested everyone comes over to her house to watch a movie while the two were in heat, taking everyone’s mind off of it for a while. She failed to mention how hot it was in here.

“Is anyone else sweating half to death?” She asks, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist.

  “No, I’m good.” Scott and Malia answer in unison. Stiles and Lydia shake their heads, to absorbed into the movie to give a verbal answer. You look at Liam, who nods.

“I’m hot.”

“It’s part of your heat.” Scott says, playing with Malia’s hair.

“How do I fix it?”

“You don’t. Not for another week.”

“Shh!” Malia hisses.

  “I need a drink.” You stand up, walking into the other room, opening the fridge. You heard Liam get up and walk over, not bothering to explain his actions. He closes the fridge with his strong hand, before pushing you to the wall.

“What are you doing?” He asks. You press your chest to his,

“Nothing. Why?”

“Stop touching me, stop trying to care about me. Stop it.”

“Why?” You smirk, “You have an issue, Liam?” You reach down to grab his bulge, “Oo, you do.”

  He grabs your wrist, nice and tight, “I said stop it.” His eyes glow a bright yellow, your eyes instinctively turning yellow as well. You look down in submission though, nodding.

  “Good.” He takes a deep breath to control himself, before moving back to the couch. You smile to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. You made your way back to the couch, peeling off your tank-top too. You were doing it partly because you were indeed sweating profusely, but also because Liam was staring at you. He swallowed thickly when he saw your bare torso.

  You leaned across the couch, your feet leaning on Liam’s lap. He stiffened, flexing his fingers as you ran your sock covered feet against his tent. “Stop it.” He spits gently, going unknown to everyone else.

  “Sorry.” You whimper, purposely moving it over his crotch again, while pulling away. He grabs your ankle, pausing your action. He drags it back over his manhood, looking around to see if anyone was looking. You rolled your foot against his jeans again.

“Fuck! Liam! Mason needed our help with the homework!” You yelp, standing up and gathering your stuff.

“What?” He asks. You glare at him, his body immediately responding by standing and gathering his items.

“Calculous.” You frown, “Sorry guys. We’ll see you later.”

  “Wait!” Scott almost tosses Malia off of him, meeting you two at the doors, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? When you’re in heat, mating is available, and then babies, and just complete and utter chaos, okay? Marking is too, okay?”

“We’re helping Mason with homework, Scott.” She lies.

“Look, I can’t stop you from doing what you have to do, but you need to know the risk. Mating, and Marking. No sex.”

“No sex.” Liam nods.

  “No sex.” You smile, dashing out the door, grabbing Liam’s hand on the way out. He watches you push him into the passenger’s seat. He turns to face the rest of the group.

“Uh oh.”


“We’re not actually helping Mason with homework, are we?” Liam asks, as you push open his front door.

  “Hell no.” You mash your lips into his, grabbing his shoulders and roughly pushing him to the wall. Just your scent, was so enticing, that he lost all of his control. He turns you around, so your back collides with the wall. He grabs your hands, yanking them up and holding them against the wall above your head. You moan, when he pushes his knee between your thighs, bouncing it into your core.

“Fuck, Liam.”

  “You smell so fucking good.” He sighs, attacking your neck in light kisses. You tilt it as best you can, while he slips one of his hands to cover both of your wrists, and the other to move downwards. His claws begin to form, and he rips your shirt down the middle, slipping it off your shoulders.

“This is so stupid.” You breathe, “We should stop.”

“Is that what you want?” He asks, yanking down your pants roughly. You moan when he drops to his knees.

“What about Marking?” You groan, his teeth collecting the brim of your underwear and pulling down. “Mating?”

  “I’ll pull out.” You nod, your hands meeting his hair to tug and pull, “Fuck!” He shouts, your smell was so divine. He pushed himself off of you, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. The show of dominance had you weak at the knees, but you’d be damned if you let him see your submission. He pulls away, “Upstairs. Now.” You almost toppled over, the demand clearly effecting you in a way that made your arousal smell even better. You started walking up, shaking your hips in front of his face slowly. He slapped your bare ass once, “Stop teasing me and get the hell upstairs.” He growls. You jump, bouncing the rest of the way to his bedroom. He grabs your hair and pulls you closer to him, moving you to the bed. You lie down, bending your knees and spreading your legs.

  You stick two fingers in his mouth, watching him strip down to his boxers. You move your fingers between your thighs, playing with yourself. You rub your clit vigorously, before sticking two fingers into your opening. He grabs your hand, and pushes your fingers into his mouth. You moan, as his tongue swirls around your juices.

  “Mmm,” He hums, ripping away from you. He grabs your body while sitting on the edge of the bed, putting your stomach and hips over his legs. You whine at the thought of what is going to happen next. He rubs his hand over your lower half, running his fingers through your slit afterwards. Then, with a hard smack, he starts talking.

  “That was for teasing me at Lydia’s house on the couch.” He hits again, harder this time, “That was for grabbing me in the kitchen,” Another harsh slap is delivered, “That was for teasing me up the stairs,” With a final smack, your eyes turn bright yellow, letting out an animalistic snarl, “And that was for touching yourself while I was watching.”

“I’m sorry.” You moan, your fangs sprouting, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Just do something, anything. Please.”

“Awe.” He smiles, “You want something?”

“Mhm.”

“Anything?”

“Yes!” He shoves to fingers into your sopping pussy.

“Like this?” He asks, curling them into your g-spot. You gasp, nodding quickly.

  “Fuck, yes, just like that.” He brings his thumb up to play with your clit, watching your body squirm against his in the most delicious way. His other hand moves to your breasts, which were dangling off his legs. He grabs your left nipple, rolling the hard nub in his hand. “Fuck, Liam!”

“You like that?” He asks, as you buck your hips.

“Yes, yes yes, fuck!” Your legs begin to shake, your stomach tying in harder knots, “I’m gonna cum!”

“You’re gonna cum?” He asks, bouncing his knee repeatedly, “Beg me.” He demands, his inner wolf becoming more and more dominant.

“Please, Liam, please let me come!” You moan, gripping his leg tightly. Your claws begin to sprout, as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

  “Come for me, princess.” He whispers, giving a harsh smack to your ass again. You practically explode, your entire body shaking and twitching, as the best orgasm of your life happens, everything just too much. You let out a loud, wolf-like growl, before you grow weak. He pulls you up, so that you’re facing him.

“Did you like that, princess?”

“Fuck, yeah.” You nod, a lazy smile on your lips. He pushes you back on the back.

“Ready for more?”

  Usually, you would’ve been done, unable to continue, but because you were in heat, you couldn’t help but nod, your core already growing wet again. He leans down, licking a long strip up your pussy, before moving up to your lips. He pushes them against each other, this time slower, filled with passion, and not so much lust. Your eyes open, but instead of their usual color, they’re golden. Liam admires them, and before he knows it, his are glowing too. He slips his boxers off, stroking himself a few times, before grabbing a condemn from his nightstand. He rips open the package, slipping the rubber on himself.

  He pushes into you, moaning at the feeling. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting a couple times. You gasp when he hits the exact spot inside of you, your head thrashing backwards. Your hands reach up and push into his hair as his thrusts get harder and faster.

  “Fuck, Liam!” You moan, your claws now digging into his back and slicing down. He howls, before the marks heal, his eyes already mirroring yours, with your bronze colors still illuminating the other’s face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shouts, grabbing your face and kissing you again. His teeth clash with yours sloppily, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” You whine, “Harder!”

“Harder?” He moans, going deeper inside of you, “You l-like it rough, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Liam, please.” Both of your voices sounded a little demonic, due to your transitions, but both of your faces were still natural, only your eyes and teeth showing your werewolf genes. He shoved his face into your neck, as his final thrusts sent you over the edge. You screamed, digging your fangs into his shoulder, before he mimicked the action, coming hard into the condemn. He stayed inside you for a couple moments, letting his breathing return to normal. He pulled out and pushed beside you, your chest still heaving dramatically.

“Sorry about your shoulder.” You say, a bit embarrassed.

  “Yeah, me too.” He says, wiping the blood from the mark that had healed. He stands up, taking the condemn off his cock, tying it and tossing it in the garbage. He wipes himself off, grabbing a cloth for you too. You wipe all of the extra fluids, such as spit, come and blood. His eyes flared golden at you, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What’s that?” He asks, pointing at you.

“What?”

“There’s like… an aura around you.”

“Huh?”

  “You know how Kira had an aura, the fox… well you have one too… it’s pink though, and it just surrounds you, but not in the shape of a fox… it’s just, surrounding you.” Your eyes flash to your wolf ones too.

“You have it around you too!”

“Do you think…?” Liam asks, “Do you think that means that we’re…”

“Mates?” Liam shrugs, your heartbeat quickening by the second, “We should probably call Scott.”

Shoot to Kill (Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

what do you do when your chimera ex boyfriend, who is still in love with you, comes back from hell and is now working with the werewolf, who is also in love with you, and you’re not sure which one you like more? Sounds like something from a movie right? Add on a alpha werewolf brother and a bunch of professional hunters trying to kill you guys and you have my life.

“an abandoned zoo?” I questioned looking at Liam.

“it’s perfect for the plan as long as everyone does what their supposed too.” Liam said glancing at Theo behind me.  

“I assume you mean me? Don’t worry I’m a big boy I can handle myself.” Theo said smirking at Liam.

“alright it’s time, call Mason.” I said looking at my watch.

The plan had to work it just had too. Theo, Liam, and myself were to lure the hunters to the zoo whilst Scott, Malia, and Lydia destroyed the guns at Gerard’s armory. Liam pulled out his phone stepping away to call Mason

“you sure this is going to work?” Theo asked stepping closer to me.

“let’s hope.” I said looking at Theo.

“look y/n..” Theo started but Liam came back around the corner making him stop.

“Nolan bought it he’s following Mason.” Liam said coming over to me.

He placed himself in between me and Theo making it very awkward. I just hoped Mason was soon here.

“well let’s say this plan doesn’t work and they catch us, do you have an escape plan? I am not dying here.” Theo said crossing his arms.

“the plan will work.” Liam said rolling his eyes.

“well what if it doesn’t are you really going to risk her life?” Theo asked pointing to me.

“she isn’t yours to worry about anymore.” Liam sassed.

I rolled my eyes at them. First of all Hello I’m standing right here!? Secondly, they were constantly fighting over me and honestly I was getting sick and tired of it. I knew I should pick someone but that was the last thing that I wanted to think about right now.

“stop both of you, here comes Mason.” I said walking away from both boys.

Mason pulled up popping the trunk open. Theo and I grabbed the blankets and pillows while Liam asked about Nolan’s whereabouts.

“should I stay to help?” Mason asked looking at all three of us.

“his friends shoot to kill, go home.” Theo said nodding at Mason.

“yeah totally, Lydia would kill me if I damaged her car.” Mason said nervously laughing.

I could tell he was worried about us.

“don’t worry Mason we’ll be okay, Nolan’s going to do the rest.” I said patting his shoulder.

“I hear the car we have to go.” Theo said grabbing my arm.

We ran in the zoo hiding behind a concrete wall. I was in between Theo and Liam making it awkward. Nolan pulled up getting out with two hunters getting out behind him.

“wait why is it only Nolan and two other guys?" Theo said looking between me and Liam.

"there should be about twenty of them where’s the backup?” I asked peeking around the corner.

“I’m telling you, I saw Mason bringing supplies here. Where is everyone else? This is a whole pack, a banshee and an alpha we need backup.” Nolan said.

The two other hunters looked at each other and then at Nolan.  They didn’t believe him.

“there were at least six sleeping bags okay they’re here they’re all here.” Nolan again protested.

“they only saw us and they’re not going to believe Nolan.” Liam said frustrated.

“okay, then they have to believe us. ISN’T THAT RIGHT.” Theo said screaming the last part.

Liam and I turned around quickly, disbelief in our eyes.

“Theo why are you yelling?” I asked gripping his arm.

“YOU GOT A PROBLEM? OH RIGHT YOU ALWAYS HAVE A PROBLEM.” Theo screamed at Liam.

I looked around the corner seeing the hunters and Nolan looking at the zoo.

“dude what the hell are you doing?” Liam growled.

“SHUT UP!” Theo screamed making Liam flinch.

Theo grabbed my arm pulling me behind him before punching Liam in the face.

“YOU SEE THAT SCOTT YOUR LITTLE BETA CAN’T EVEN TAKE A PUNCH. WHAT DO YOU THINK MALIA” Theo shouted.

Liam started to breath heavily.

“Theo are sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked but I was ignored.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME.” Theo continued to shout.

Liam and I looked at the hunters who were very interested now.

“okay I get what you’re doing but did you actually have to punch me?” Liam asked holding his jaw.

Theo punched him again. I could hear Nolan and the hunters coming closer. It was working. They were buying it, but they still needed more convincing.

“keep going.” I said to the boys.

Liam got angry and ran at Theo. He tried to push Theo against the concrete wall but Theo reversed it.

“SEE WHAT I MEAN SCOTT? HE’S ONLY GOOD IN A FIGHT WHEN HE’S ANGRY. SO LET’S SEE JUST HOW ANGRY HE GETS.” Theo taunted Liam.

I didn’t want to be anywhere near these two fighting and honestly I probably should’ve broken it up but we needed to convince the hunters and they needed to work on getting along. I backed up as Liam growled at Theo. Theo punched him in the face again making Liam livid. They fought for a little causing a lot of commotion. Liam got a couple of good shots in breaking Theo’s nose. Finally Theo scratched Liam’s stomach and both boys collapsed pretty exhausted.

“Are you done, or should we keep going.” Liam growled looking at his shirt.

“we gotta call for backup.” one of the hunters said making me smile.

 "I think they’re sold.“ I said coming over to the boys.

They both looked like hell. Liam had a bloody nose and his shirt was ripped and soaked with blood. Theo had a black and blue mark around his eye and blood dripping from his nose.

 "you ripped my t-shirt.” Liam said holding his shirt.

“yeah you broke my nose. twice. it healed and you broke it again. two times.” Theo said holding up two fingers.

Liam looked at me and then Theo. Liam grabbed my arm pulling me behind him before punching Theo in the face again and knocking him to the ground.  

“three times.” Liam said smirking at Theo.

I rolled my eyes. They really were ridiculous.

“come on you two, backup arriving any minute.” I said helping Theo off the ground.

“we should split up and look for the back up to come.” Liam said.

Theo nodded his head before grabbing my hand.

“what do you think you’re doing?” Liam asked looking at Theo.

“taking her with me, she’s only human and these guys shoot to kill remember.” Theo said starting to walk away but Liam grabbed my other hand pulling me back.

“which is why she’s going with me.” Liam said pulling me too him.

“I don’t think so.” Theo said pulling me back to him.

“okay I really don’t think you guys get the concept of splitting up, meaning we all go different ways.” I said rolling my eyes and pushing the boys off of me.

“you can’t protect yourself, these guys they..” Theo started but I interrupted him.

“shoot to kill yeah I know that already.” I said rolling my eyes.

“for once I agree with him. Go with one of us please.” Liam pleaded.

I rolled my eyes before taking off I could hear footsteps behind me and saw Theo catching up with me.

“you punched him didn’t you?” I asked.

“yeah.” Theo said smirking proud of himself.

We walked all over the zoo but haven’t found any sign of more people showing. We ran up a set of stairs to be met by Liam at an opening in the walls.

“there’s still three of them, it’s been half an hour.” Liam said.

“well don’t blame me, you’re the one that picked the abandoned zoo. What the hell are we doing in this place anyways?” Theo said.

“because, it’s like Mykonos.” Liam said.

“like what?” Theo said clearly confused.

“Mykonos, it’s a greek island. In the city they built these long narrow winding streets that all run in to each other. Invaders would get lost in them like a maze deciding which way to go.” I said.

both boys looked at me in shock.

“what? I enjoy history.” I said looking at both of them

Theo looked at me smiling and then surprisingly at Liam.

“I’m impressed Liam, it’s a good idea.” Theo said looking at him.

“yeah well only if the invaders actually show up.” Liam said looking defeated.

I grabbed his hand giving it a squeeze. Suddenly there were four black SUV’s pulling up to the zoo.

“I think they just showed up.” Theo said glancing down below.

I noticed the familiar faces of Gerard Argent and Tamara Monroe. I couldn’t help the rage I felt towards them. Theo grabbed my hand walking away from the opening.

“lets go.” He said to Liam.

Liam didn’t move though.

“we’re supposed to be decoys not target practice.” I said grabbing Liam’s arm but he jerked away from me making me take a step back.

“still working on that anger.” Theo asked pulling me behind him.

“I’m fine.” Liam growled.

“well you can be angry at Nolan and stay alive, come on.” Theo said grabbing his shoulder but again Liam jerked away.

“fine get caught, but I’m not dying and I’m not letting her die either.” Theo said grabbing my hand and walking away.

“Theo wait we can’t just leave him here.” I said stopping.

“He’s making his own choice. I’m not letting you get hurt.” Theo said trying to pull me with him again.

I dug my heels in the ground giving him a look.

“fine, we’ll find him.” Theo said rolling his eyes.

We walked around the zoo finally finding Liam hiding behind a tree. He was looking at someone. Nolan. Theo went up behind him yanking him back.

“if you keep staring at him like that he’s going to see you. Get back.” Theo said rolling his eyes.

Liam rolled his eyes and peered around the tree again.

“we’re not dying out here because you want revenge on some kid who kicked your ass.” Theo said pulling Liam back.

“Liam please.” I pleaded.

Liam looked at me with sympathy filled eyes. Theo grabs his arm and yanks him away.

“let go.” Liam growled.

“calm down.” Theo growled back.

“I said let go.” Liam said flashing his golden irises.

“what’s going on with you?” I asked Liam as Theo dropped his arm.

Liam was angry, I knew that but now he was just acting stupid.

“this can’t just be Nolan something around here is triggering you.” I added stepping closer to him.

Theo quickly pulled me back earning a glare from myself.

“I’m fine.” Liam said breathing heavily.

“what is it? The hunters? You don’t like cages? You scared of heights?” I added.

I could tell I was pushing it now but I honestly wanted to know.

“I said I’m fine!” Liam snapped.

I was taken back. Liam never snapped at me, no matter how angry he was. Scott used to say he was only calm when he was with me.

“y/n.” Theo said pointing behind Liam.

Suddenly Nolan appeared holding a loaded crossbow.

“their up here!” Nolan called.

Liam growled tackling Nolan off the enclosure of the zoo. Theo and I jumped back in shock. We quickly run down to where they are to see Liam wolfed out and repeatedly punching the wall behind him. Theo walks over punching Liam in the head and knocking him out.

“I’d run.” I told Nolan looking at him with hard eyes.

Theo and I drag Liam to the car setting him in the back seat. Theo starts driving away from the zoo.

“thanks for saving him.” I said glancing at Liam and then looking at Theo.

“yeah I didn’t do it because I wanted too.” Theo said glancing back at Liam.

There was an awkward silence that spread through the car. Every time Liam stirred Theo would knock him out again. Theo pulled the car to the side of the road, breathing heavily.

“are you okay?” I asked grabbing his hands.

“okay I can’t take this awkward silence. I am probably the last person in the world that deserves you, I know that, but I also know that everything I said to you, everything we had it was real it was all real. I don’t want to die, not like this, I needed to tell you how much I’m in love with you.” Theo said getting closer to me. 

I was silent, taking in everything he just said. Theo looked at my lips slowly leaning forward. I didn’t know why but I leaned in too. We were about to kiss when Liam groaned loudly from the backseat.

“why are we stopped?” Liam asked sitting up and rubbing his head.

“uh we thought it was about time you woke up.” I said rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

“ouch my head hurts.” Liam said rubbing his head.

“I had to knock you out.” Theo said glancing back at Liam.

“yeah, how many times?” Liam said rolling his eyes.

“five.” Theo said smirking.

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“thanks buddy.” Liam said sarcastically.

“yeah no problem pal.” Theo said still smirking.

“are you okay?” I asked turning around in my seat to look at Liam.

“No, I almost killed Nolan.” Liam said looking down at his hands.

“yeah but you didn’t you broke your hands trying not too, Liam that takes a lot of restraint.” I said giving him a smile.

“except next time you come up with a plan you probably shouldn’t pick somewhere that triggers a murderous rage.” Theo said pulling in to my driveway.

“have to agree with him there.” I said.

“I didn’t know that would happen.” Theo defended.  

“you didn’t bring me along because you wanted to spend time with me Liam, the Anuk-lte is affecting you isn’t it.” Theo said looking at me and then Liam.

“it causes fear, not anger.” Liam said brushing him off.

“well Liam you only feel one emotion at a time which is why you get angry whenever you’re afraid.” I said afraid of what he might say next.

Liam took a deep breath like he was contemplating what I just said.

“If the Anuk-lte is doing that to me, what is it doing to everyone else?” Liam said looking at us.

I saw the lights turn on in my house. We walked in to be greeted by a somber mood. Liam, Theo and I looked at everyone knowing their plan didn’t work as well as ours.

“the guns they were all gone.” Chris Argent said looking down at the ground.

I stormed out of the living room feeling very defeated. I could feel the tears slip down my cheeks. I was about to loose everyone I loved and cared about. I was going to have to learn how to live without Liam and Theo and I didn’t know if I could do that. I felt someone wrapping their arms around me. I looked up and Liam was looking at me with sympathy. We stood their for a little bit just holding each other.

“I can’t lose you.” I said my voice cracking with the pain I was feeling.

“you aren’t going to lose me. I love you.” Liam said kissing my forehead.

“can I interrupt?”

I got out of Liam’s arms looking at Theo in the doorway.

“I guess.” Liam said.

Liam leaned down kissing my lips quickly. I felt my lips tingle from where he pulled his away. He walked out of the kitchen bumping shoulders with Theo. Theo rolled his eyes watching him leave.

“isn’t he pleasant.” Theo said walking over to me.

I wiped some more stray tears as they fell down my cheeks.

“are you okay?” Theo asked pulling me in for a hug.

I shook my head yes but the tears that fell down my face betrayed me.

“I just feel like no matter what we do we can’t win.” I said crying.

“we’re not giving up. we fight until we can’t fight anymore.” Theo said grabbing my shoulders.

“I have a feeling not everyone is going to make it. What if they get you? I don’t want you to leave again.” I admitted.

“please, have I ever backed down from a challenge?” Theo said giving me his famous pretty boy smirk.

“can’t say that you have.” I said laughing a little bit.

“you however are the toughest challenge I’ve faced yet.” He said wrapping his arms around me.

“me?” I questioned smirking at him.

“I feel like every time I’m close to winning you back, Liam slips right through the cracks stealing you away from me.” He said resting his forehead on mine.

“you never asked me how I feel.” I said looking in his eyes.

“how do you feel?” Theo asked smirking.

“I could show you better than I could tell you.” I smirked back.

I grabbed Theo by the back of the neck pulling his lips down on mine. He kissed me back with a passion and a hunger like he never had before. I pulled away slowly biting my lip.

“so Liam hasn’t won yet.” He said laughing.

I was about to respond when I heard the front door slam open. I grabbed Theo’s hand walking back out to living room.

“dad what are you doing here?” I questioned looking at my dad.

Scott came down the stairs looking at him too.

“the guns are gone.” our dad said looking at us.

“yeah we know." Scott said.

"no I mean they’ve been distributed to the citizens of Beacon Hills.” our dad said.

Lydia was looking far off like she was having a premonition.

“everyone get down!” She yelled.

Suddenly a bullet flew through our window. Theo yanked me down covering me with his body. Liam crawled over making sure I was completely covered. The bullets kept coming. I felt the tears rush down my cheeks as the two boys held me.

“It’ okay, it’s okay.” Theo cooed in my ear.

Nothing was okay. Finally the bullets stopped. We all sat up inspecting the damage. Theo and Liam pulled me up and everyone just stood looking at each other. That’s when I felt it. Blood. I collapsed on the floor my breathing becoming rapid.

“y/n!” Theo shouted dropping down.

“No no no.” Liam repeated tears falling from his eyes. 

I had it wrong all along. I was the one going to die. Theo and Liam were going to have to learn to live without me.

He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 4

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“Y/n, she’s- she’s coming here tonight.”

Once the words stuttered out of his mouth, it was as if Harry’s soul left his body. All the composure he carried within the last three months have suddenly been broken down, completely struck by his words.

He goes stiff, face paling by the second, and his body seems to be immobile. His eyes are wide, in a trance, dazing out into oblivion. She made it clear she never wanted to see him again. She hasn’t even spoken to him since the night he broke up with her. Every attempt Harry made to reach out to her has been ignored, the feeling of being with her only existing in his memory. She was gone, she left him with remorse, and even though he begged, cried, and screamed at her to take him back, she left him alone to fight for himself.

It was clear she gave up on him, that the past two years she spent with him was a waste of her time. She was his only escape, and the way he repaid her was by leaving her. She didn’t deserve that, she didn’t deserve any of it.

So why is she coming here?

As he opens his mouth to speak, he feels the dryness of his mouth preventing him from continuing any further.

“Wh-“ he swallows thickly, eyes heavy and still in tears, “Why is she coming here, Liam?”

His tone is soft, breaking as he speaks.

Liam sighs, hand moving to the back of his neck. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond. He knows no matter what the reason, Harry’s going to be mad that he’s been keeping in touch with Y/n more than he has. And because of the large pit of insecurity that’s barricaded inside of him, he’ll start to doubt his relationship with her, even more than he does so now.

“Me and Y/n,” Liam mutters hesitantly, “we’ve been talking.”

Talking.

All Harry can process is that fucking word. Talking. Something Harry wasn’t able to do with her, yet she was doing with someone else. The way he said it, too, like he was hesitant, like he was hiding something. The look on his face said it all, like he was guilty, like he had done something that would turn the switch to push Harry over the edge.

If Y/n were to start talking to somebody else, Liam would be someone she deserved to be talking to. He’s charming, especially good looking, and has a side to him almost every girl swoons over. He’s delicate, he doesn’t have a bone in his body to commit half the harm Harry has. He can’t find a single ounce in his heart to leave someone he loves, either, which is why every part of Harry’s body boils with a feeling he’s never experienced before.

Jealousy.

Before Liam can continue what he was saying, Harry’s head snaps up, his once tearful eyes altering into a far more sinister gaze, burning through Liam like wildfire. His body is moving faster than his mind can process, his legs nearly tripping over themselves as he aggressively storms toward Liam, teeth clenched and hands curled into fists.

“Har-“

His fists violently slam against his chest, his arms pinning him against the wall in a fit of rage Harry has never felt before. The amount of anger traveling through his body makes his heart pump so much it physically hurts. His veins are popping from under his skin, his jaw clenched so harshly he wouldn’t be shocked if his own teeth crushed.

“What do you mean you’ve been talking to her?!” Harry roared, his forearm pressing harshly against his neck. “If you dared even thought about her in that way for even a second I swear to God, Liam-“

“Harry!” Liam groans, hands clenching against Harry’s wrists, striving to pry away from his mercilessness hold.

“Liam, I will kill you!” Harry sobs.

His body weakens in defeat, his sobs drowning him out of breath. The arms that were once pinning Liam against the wall have slid down right near Liam’s shoulders. His fists are banging against the wall, almost as if trying to rid the pain that has ripped through his heart.

It hurts too much.

How could he possibly live through this? For months, he thought the pain that he had been enduring was the worst it could get. Nothing could break him further than not being with the love of his life. But now, the thought of Liam being with Y/n had hurt him so bad he actually felt physical pain. His whole body hurt, his muscles straining against themselves and his skin burning from the anger unleashing from his insides.

“How could you do this to me?” He cries, “What have I done for you to do this to me?!”

Liam sighs, gripping Harry’s violent hands to prevent him from hurting himself. Harry shakes his head at his touch, his cries becoming louder, attempting to push him away because of how disgusted and betrayed he feels, but Liam isn’t having it.

“Me and Y/n” he speaks sternly, “have been talking about you.”

Harry lets out a small whimper, lifting his head up to finally look at him. His fighting hands are now trembling against Liam’s, breathing harshly from the lack of air he’s gotten from his cries.

“Wh-what?” he croaks.

“You honestly think I’d be talking to her like that?” he whispers, pulling Harry upright so he can stand properly, “First of all, I would never, in a million years, think about doing that to you. And second of all, you must really doubt yourself if you think Y/n’s even close to being over you.”

Harry trips over his own feet before he finds his balance, a sigh of relief escaping him, finally finding his breath.

He still feels upset, however, about Y/n talking to Liam instead of him. He’s spent every day trying to get her to talk to him, but she just pushed away further. He would have taken anything- anything from the sound of her breathing or crying, to her swearing and telling him she can’t do it anymore. Any of it would be better than what he was giving her now. He would have gotten answers that way, but with her silence being the only response to his desperate cries, he started to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Nothing was worse than that.

“She-she isn’t over me?” he breathes out.

Liam shakes his head slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Harry, she loves you.. too much. She really doesn’t know how to live without you; you were everything to her. You leaving her, it- it was too much. When you let her go it was as if every purpose she had in her life had left her all at once. She’s a completely different person now, Harry. You have to realize that the woman you see tonight won’t be the same woman you remember her being.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow, eyes trailing down to his hands. He knows he changed her when they were together, but he hadn’t thought much about how she’d change when he left. Of course, he expected her to be heartbroken and upset, but he didn’t expect her to be so different.

He promised himself he’d never hurt her, that he’d never cause her any of the pain he caused others. He couldn’t bare the thought of it- the thought of her being in any sort of pain because of him. Nothing mattered more than keeping her safe and protected and him being the reason why. He felt obligated to make her feel that way. So when Liam tells him Y/n isn’t the same without him, a sudden realization hits him that it didn’t matter that he believed he was protecting her by leaving her, because in the end, she was a hell of a lot more hurt than ever before. Because of him.

“What’s wrong with her?” he whispers.

“She’s back to square one. It’s as if she never met you. She’s back to this extremely damaged, insecure woman who doesn’t show an ounce of strength. When she talks about you, she’s broken. The only reason she doesn’t talk to you is because she’s trying to forget about you.”

Harry’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, the thought of her going back to how she was before. She hated that girl with a passion, despised how weak she was, how little hope she had for herself. She had nothing, quite literally, and she showed just how much her past affected her. She was so insecure, she barely spoke because of the doubt she carried onto herself- convinced others would look down upon her when she put the attention on herself.

What makes his heart shatter is the thought of her trying to rid the memories she’s had with him. To him, he’d sacrifice anything to keep all the beautiful moments he’s shared with her. He wouldn’t mind a lifetime of pain if it meant the two happiest years of his life with her. She’s everything to him, he couldn’t imagine a life without her. And knowing that that’s all she wants makes him feel completely worthless.

No” he whispers, “you didn’t just say that to me. You didn’t.”

Liam rubs his shoulder, looking at him sympathetically. He can’t imagine the pain he’s been going through, especially with all the information he’s feeding him now.

“You have to think about it from her standpoint, though. She’s wrecked, Harry. The thought of you, to her, is remembering every part of her life she feels she can’t get back. You couldn’t expect her to be okay, you know, she’s in love with you.”

He nods slowly, swallowing harshly as he grips tightly onto Liam’s hand.

He doesn’t know if he can fix what he’s broken. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get the love of his life back. All he knows is that Y/n’s coming back to him, at this lakehouse, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up more than he already has.

“Help me, please” he mutters, eyes looking up at him in pure desperation.

Liam smiles, his free hand reaching to pat his shoulder softly.

“She’s coming here, for you, isn’t she? So go, take a shower and look presentable. You smell like shit.”


When Y/n arrives at the lake house, it’s as if every memory she had with Harry flashes before her eyes. She never imagined being here without Harry by her side. It’s a weird feeling, honestly, to be in the place she was positive her and Harry would get married, while they are almost complete strangers to one another.

She sucks in a harsh breath, eyes gazing upon the house. It’s just as beautiful as she remembered, but it feels different. Normally, upon arrival, she envisioned a new adventure with Harry, days filled with complete bliss and utter loving engagement. She always had a smile on her face, her heart growing on the road trip there.

But now, after everything that’s happened, she doesn’t know how to feel. She doesn’t even know what to expect. All she knows is the pain she feels in her chest and the burning she feels in her eyes every other second she spends looking at this goddamn house.

She never thought she’d end up here, actually. She didn’t want to, at least not at first. When Liam asked her to join them for Harry’s birthday, she immediately backed down, finding any excuse she possibly could to avoid any confrontation with him. But when Liam started to tell her everything about Harry’s past couple of months without her, she couldn’t keep damaging him.

A part of her believed he deserved her silence, but another part of her believed that it wasn’t fair to him, either. She loved him too much to keep doing this to him, so she conquered her fear and decided to do the one thing Harry should be doing instead.

Fighting. For them.

In the midst of her thoughts, a sudden call of her name drags her out from them.

“Y/n!” the boys welcome her, all rushing to greet her with a hug.

She gasps from the unexpected tackle the boys give her, adjusting her body against their holds as she tries, but fails, to hug them all back.

“Hi” she smiles, cheeks flushing from the sudden amount of attention, “it’s good to see you guys again.”

The boys’ eyebrows furrow in confusion, lightly laughing at her change in demeanor. She seems out of place, lost somehow. He can tell she’s doubting her arrival, but she knows them. She’s been a part of them for years, there’s no way he’s going to let her break up with Harry affect their friendship with her so negatively.

“What’s with the proper greeting, Y/n? C’mon, it’s us!” Niall laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to loosen her up.

Y/n lets out a slight giggle, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She lets out a small breath, swallowing harshly before nodding her head.

“Yeah- yeah, sorry, just a bit nervous is all” she mutters.

The boys nod at her knowingly, smiling softly at her and they begin to guide her inside the house. They make small talk while she settles in the house, asking her about how she’s been, how she’s been, and how she’s been spending her time during her departure. She answers willingly, discussing her new job and the small apartment she started living in. It wasn’t half of what her and Harry shared, but it was cozy and thought it was perfect for one person.

Zayn insists on having Y/n unpack in a room and give her some privacy. The rest of the boys agree, settling in the living room to set up the poker game they planned on playing earlier. While doing so, Zayn and Y/n are left alone in the kitchen.

She feels her heart pounding out of her chest at the mere thought of seeing Harry. So much time has passed and so much could change, their once unbreakable bond seizing to nonexistence. She doesn’t know how he feels about her anymore, but she hopes deeply he still loves her just as much as she still loves him. Even after he left her.

“Where is he?” she whispers, the side of her index finger in between her teeth.

“He’s upstairs showering. He took Niall’s room, pretty sure none of them will care which room you take. Just make yourself comfortable.” Zayn smiles.

Comfortable, she thought. Yeah right.

Making her first step in the bedroom her and Harry would normally stay in gave her an overwhelming feeling of comfort. It’s the closest she felt to him in a while, being in the bedroom where their relationship peaked. Every square inch of her new apartment feels nothing like home, no traces of Harry’s existence inside it. She felt uneasy in her house, alone and cold with every step she took. It was quiet, it was boring, no history behind it.

This room, though, at every sight she took their was a story, a memory to permanently set itself inside the four walls. It hurts her to know the legacy of this room may never continue on, but she feels at home here. In the first time in months, she’s comfortable. She’s sane, because this is the closest she’s been to Harry since the breakup, and it feels euphoric.

She closes the door softly behind her, locking the door, because the thought of an unexpected entrance of Harry fills her with anxiety. She isn’t ready to face him yet, she doesn’t know if she’s strong enough to admit her feelings and stand her ground. But she questions if she ever really will be ready for it.

She sets her bag down on the bed, propping her hands up from the mattress, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She squeezes her eyes shut, an unwanted wave of tears making their way to the surface. She lets out a small whimper, thinking back to all her favorite memories with him.

Why does she have to think about it so much?


“Harry, we’re back!” Y/n squealed, clapping her hands together as her feet lifted off the ground in pure excitement.

It was their first year anniversary. Harry kept telling her all day he had an amazing surprise planned out for her. She didn’t expect to end up here. She expected a temporary hotel, or maybe a place that provided a spa, since Harry said the drive to the lake house wouldn’t be a good idea since Louis’ family would be staying there for the weekend. Of course, he lied. If he didn’t, the sight before him wouldn’t have been as priceless as it was then.

Harry giggled, admiring the cutest sight he’s ever seen. Her eyes gleamed, the smile painted on her beautiful face enough to satisfy him for the rest of his life. He felt his happiest when watching Y/n at her exciting moments. The look she had made his heart flutter, because it was him that made her feel that way.

“You really thought I wouldn’t take you here?” He chuckled, hugging her from behind and planting a soft kiss in the crook of her neck. “This is our place.”

Y/n sighed contently, turning her body around so that she can kiss him. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, scraping the nape of it. His hand wandered to her back, rubbing her t-shirt covered skin.

“You’re a sneaky little one, aren’t you?” She smirked against his lips.

He laughed, eyes staring captivatingly into hers.

“That’s the point of a surprise, isn’t it, love?”


The sound of someone knocking on the door snaps Y/n out of her daydream. Expecting it to be Zayn checking up on her, she slowly makes her way to the door. Before she has a chance to fully make it, the voice she hasn’t heard in months calls from the other side of the doorway.

“Y/n, please.” Harry pounds harder on the door again, “Please let me in.”

Y/n steps slightly away from the door the second she’s aware it’s Harry. Her breathing slows into such quietness she can barely breathe. She doesn’t move, a bit of her hoping that if she doesn’t respond to him, he’d leave.

She wants to see him, she does, but she just can’t. Being broken up with him is easier without the constant reminder that he’s not in her life anymore. Seeing him would just be a slap in the face for her, a punch in the gut to remind her just how much she’s lost.

Harry groans, kicking the bottom of the door. He sighs, placing his forehead against the door as he slowly jiggles the knob between his fingers, just hoping she’d have any chance of letting him in.

“Baby,” his voice cracks as he whispers, “Baby, please. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you.“

He knows she’s there. He can hear her shallow breathing through the door, and hell, even hearing her breathe is making him feel relieved. He didn’t know how long he’d go without hearing it.

Y/n blinks away her tears, folding her arms across her chest, because she feels so weak when it comes to him, but she has to stand her ground. He can’t just leave her brokenhearted and expect her to give into him. Not without letting him know just how much he’s destroyed her.

“That’s your own fault, Harry.” She croaks out.

Her voice makes his head snap up toward the door. The sound of her voice, God, how much it means to him. He thought he’d never hear it again. Even if it’s rough, even if her tone is harsh, at least she’s speaking to him. He’s no longer being haunted by an empty void and constant reminder that she’s not in his life anymore.

“No, I know but- but I never thought I’d never see you again.” he whimpers, “I haven’t even heard your voice. I’m going crazy here. I’ve been putting up the biggest fight of my life. I need you, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

Y/n’s face twists in anger once he finishes. How dare he say that to her? How dare he make this entirely about himself. He’s going crazy? He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this? He was the one who broke things off. She fought for him, she’s been fighting for him for so long and he was the one who kept pushing her away. Him not seeing her? Him going crazy? That’s his fault. This is all his fault.

In her sudden fit of anger, Y/n storms up to the door, punching it with the two sides of her fists.

“You let me go, Harry!” She screams.

Harry visibly flinches at her sudden outburst, his body nearly flinging itself off the door.

"I did everything for you! I was there for you when you had nobody else, I was by your side while everybody else gave up on you! I was the only person on this earth who still had hope for you! And what did you do? You proved me wrong.”

Harry thrashes his head side to side, eyes squeezing shut as he hears her venomous words. His hands tug harder on the doorknob, fighting with everything he has just to fucking look at her.

“C’mon, Y/n! C’mon!” Harry growls through clenched teeth, attempting to kick the door down.

"I spent two years of my life with you because I loved you, and you let me go.” She whispers the last part, her forehead pressing gently against the door.

His breathing is harsh, face dampened with tears as his fingers graze the part of the door he knows she’s leaning on. This is the closest he’s been to her in three months, he’s getting more mental by the second. He’s hasn’t felt her so close in so long, he’ll stop at nothing to get closer. Not even this goddamn door can stop him.

“Y/n” he whispers, “open this door or so help me God, I will kick it down myself.”

She lifts her hand hesitantly to the knob, contemplating whether to completely ignore his request or risk breaking down everything she’s built since the breakup. She’s close to walking away, but she doesn’t think she’d be able to live with herself if she decides not to see him again. She’s barely survived the past three months without him, she can’t bare to think about how emotional she’d become if she wasted another minute of her life without her beside him.

Her shaking fingers slowly turn the lock. She barely has time to even consider going back on her decision before Harry emerges from the other side, feverishly slamming the door and locking it again, preventing anybody on invading their privacy.

He turns around to face her in a hasting manner, hair disheveled, dampened with little drops of water dripping from the ends. His sweatpants and t-shirt worn sloppily on his body, as if in a hurry to put his outfit on.

When he sees her, he swears every part of him ignites. He’s breathless, seeing her stand in the middle of their favorite room, looking as nervous as ever, but just as beautiful as he remembers. It’s as if his heart mends at the sight of her, like she’s the cure for all the pain he’s been suffering through.

He’s never felt more alive in his life while he looks at her in this moment.

She keeps her head down, hiding her tears, refusing to let her eyes meet his. The second she looks at him, she’ll be a goner. She’ll mold back into him so easily there wouldn’t be any trace of a hesitation. She’ll conform back into his life as if she never left, but she refuses to do that now. She needs to realize the damage he’s done. Letting her go was the worst decision of his life.

“Y/n” Harry whispers, “please look at me.”

She lets out a grated cry, her hand reaching up to her chest. She shakes her head, lungs collapsing as she attempts to breathe past her sobs.

She’s never felt so hurt before. How can she look at her love, that broke her heart, and be expected to be okay? How is any of that possible?

“I- I can’t, Harry.” She sobs, shaking her head.

Harry takes a couple steps closer to her. Her body is shaking, her eyes looking at anywhere but him.

It hurts him more than she thinks. He feels crushed and helpless as she continues to ignore him. He just wants nothing more than for him to be heard and to be seen by her, and she’s just not giving it to him, and he feels like he’s dying.

“Why?” he whispers, his hand reaching out to graze her shoulder.

“Please talk to me, why can’t you look at me?!” He cries out, frustrated tears tracing down his face.

“Because when I look at you, all I can think about is loving you!” she sobs, her voice raising as her eyes, finally, look up to stare at his. “And I don’t want to love you anymore, Harry, I don’t! You ruined me! You fought against everything in your life. You fought everything and everyone and yet you didn’t fight for us!”

It feels as if the wind has been knocked right out of Harry, his chest tightening as he listens to her confess everything she’s been feeling within the past three months.

He never thought about it that way- not fighting for her. He was trying to fight for her for so long, but he couldn’t find the strength to change. When he left her, he didn’t mean it as him not fighting for their relationship, he meant is as a way to protect her from him- to protect her from the danger he’s been bringing into her life.

He continues to cry. Soul-shaking, heavy cries as she pushes his hand off of her.

“I want to hate you so bad, Harry” she whimpers, eyes closing as silent tears run along her face.

“But when I look at you all I can think about is holding you and touching you and kissing you and all I can think about is doing everything you don’t want me to do.”

Harry looks at her like he’s watching his whole world crumble. He’s confused, extremely heartbroken that she genuinely believes he didn’t want any of that. That’s all he thought about. Living without those hands roaming his body, living without her lips against hers, living without her arms wrapped around him was enough to kill him. He just felt so empty.

“You really think I don’t want any of that?” he whispers, his fingers reaching up to rub her cheek.

She rubs her cheek along his fingers, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. Even the slightest bit of it is enough to send chills down her spine.

“I don’t know” she mumbles, “I don’t know anything about us anymore.”

He sighs, hands making their way around her waist before pulling her against him. She cries softly in his chest, her fingers tugging softly at the hem of his shirt. He rocks her back and forth, his own tears falling on top of her head but she shows no sign of caring.

“I never stopped loving you, you know” he whispers, lips speaking against her shoulder, “I don’t know how I did all that I did without you. I promise you, I’m not the man I was. I don’t hurt people anymore, I’m not who I was, I swear. I fought for us when I let you go. I had to prove myself wrong to convince myself we could be right for each other.”

She shakes her head, pushing his body away from hers.

“So that’s it? You had to convince yourself we were right for each other? So through our entire two years you just- you just thought we were wrong for each other?” she snaps.

Harry begins to panic, everything rushing to him all at one time, he feels like he can hardly breathe.

“No, baby, what are you-”

“How could you say that to me, Harry?” she whispers, eyes looking desperately into his, “how could you dare stand there and say that to me?”

He desperately reaches for her hand, bringing it up to his lips as he’s on the verge of genuinely begging her to understand him.

He’s never seen her so hurt.

“I know me and you are meant for each other. I- I never laid hands on someone else the way I laid my hands on you. You pushed me through everything, you stuck by me through all my faults and you still loved me, Y/n. Even though I know there were times you wanted to despise me, you continued to love me. And even now, I’m standing here, probably looking like the biggest fool because the man who used to not give a shit about others is drowning in his own tears over a girl but I don’t care. Because my life is nothing without you, my existence is nothing without you by my side. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince you that I never meant a single word of what I said to you when I left.”

She looks up at him in admiration, her hands harshly holding his face. She’s speechless, soft breaths struggling to escape her as she tries for form a coherent sentence.

“You will always be my plus one, baby. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Before he can say anything else, she feverishly pushes his lips toward her. Her body ignites in pure euphoria, the feeling of his lips against hers reviving every part of her that died when he left.

She moans in the kiss, pushing his body down against the bed. His hands graze her back, lost in complete oblivion as her lips work magnetically against hers.

There’s no point in fighting this anymore, she didn’t want to spend another second without him. She knew they wouldn’t be apart forever, but she didn’t know how easy it would be to fall back into his arms. It was as if the anger burning inside her was no match for the overwhelming desire to have him back in her life, as if her broken heart didn’t give a shit about its angered undertone.

And with his lips against hers, with her name breathlessly leaving his lips like she’s never heard it before, the past meant absolutely fucking nothing to them.

“Don’t leave.” Harry heaves between kisses, his fingers digging into her waist, sure to leave marks.

God, how fucking heavenly is this, she thinks.

“Not leaving.” She whispers back, sloppily detaching herself from him to take off the unwanted t-shirt that was to his body.

She presses her lips against his chest, kissing down from his neck to the valley in between his chest. Her hands grip his, squeezing them as she kisses down to his naval.

“No,” Harry groans, the feeling of her touch making it hard for him to concentrate, “you’re not understandin’ me, baby. Don’t leave.

Her lips come to a halt, her eyes traveling up his body until they meet his. She rests her chin against his abdomen, confused wrinkles forming between her eyebrows. He’s panting, eyes dark as he looks down at her. But he’s smirking, slightly, reaching his hand up to slide it down her hair. 

“How much of a fool would I be if I get the love of my life back and not ask her to move in with me?” 

Y/n chuckles, placing her forehead against his abdomen as she laughs.

“We already have a house together, y’know, I think we both knew I’d come back and-”

Here” Harry interrupts her, “ask you to move in with me here.”

Y/n’s mouth drops, at a complete loss of words after hearing the question Harry planned on asking her for far too long now. 

She loves this house, she does, with a passion, but she never thought Harry would live with her here. Sure, it is the house they feel most comfortable in, and it is the house that feels most like home to them, but this is under the Tomlinson name. How can this place be theirs?

She stutters out, not processing what exactly had just happened. 

“Wh-what?”

“Oh c’mon” Harry sighs, “you never thought about this? You can’t tell me you can’t see us being married with our little kids roaming around in here, can you?”

Y/n lets out a soft cry, the words falling from his mouth making their way to her beating heart. She smiles up at him, giggling before crawling so that she’s on top of him. He laughs at her, heart swelling at the look on her face. She leans down to kiss him again, lips meshing together in pure bliss.

“I can see all of that” she sighs out in contentment, “I love you so much, Harry. I’d never leave.”

He smiles again before giving her a quick peck to her lips.

She lifts her hand to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly at the roots.

“Happy birthday, my sweet love of mine.”

Stress Relief

Brett x Reader

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut , slight choking like not really but sort off


“Hey Brett.” One his team mates called to the wolf who followed the direction they were pointing in and spotted you arguing with a boy you’d hooked up with at a party a few nights before.

“Yeah, what?” He asked the team mate who frowned.

“Aren’t you two together.” The question had Brett rolling his eyes. He couldn’t exactly explain that you were both werewolves and used sex as a way to get through each other’s heat or to help each other to get back under control.

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Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Flashbacks*



Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that she gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the carpeted floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more.

***

Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s order wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 

***

Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them. "She’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this gutted over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.

***

After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment while he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.

***

If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now. He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone into his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?



Whipped…friends?? Or…not anymore??(Part Three)

Burned (Nolan Holloway)

Next installment of the Broken series

Broken Bruised (finally figured out how to do this without posting the links, go me!)

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song (for all my fellow Theo lovers but also works with this part)

Recap: 

I was suddenly ripped off of him and thrown in to the wall.

“what the hell?” I said struggling to get up.

I looked up to see Liam growling at Nolan. This was all my fault.

Nolan went to get up but Liam shoved him back down.

“you may have her fooled but I can see right through to who you really are.” Liam growled.

Liam backed Nolan up in to the wall still growling at him.

“Liam.” Scott said suddenly appearing and putting a hand on his shoulder.

Liam looked to Scott and then me before storming out of the holding cell. I could tell he was angry but when wasn’t he angry. Scott came over giving me a hand up.

“are you okay?” He asked giving me a smile.

I nodded giving him a half smile. The truth was I wasn’t okay at all. Nolan told me he loved me and now I felt like I had to choose between being with him or saving my friends. I knew Scott would understand better than anyone, he was in my position once. Scott grabbed Nolan’s arm so he could be escorted to another room. I walk over picking up the vial of wolsbane.

“thanks for saving us.” Jiang said giving me a small smile.

“saving us? She was making out with the enemy that’s hardly saving us!” Tierney growled her eyes glowing for a split second.

It was only a split second but I saw them. Blue. She’s killed an innocent, exactly what we were trying to prove that we weren’t doing. I glared at her before walking out of the holding cell area. I watched them handcuff Nolan to a desk in another room and an officer was to stand by at all times and keep watch on him. What really struck me was he didn’t put up a fight, he fully complied. Scott came walking towards me giving me an apologetic look.

“check their eyes.” I said simply.

He gave me a confused look but just nodded at me before walking away. Liam stood across the room glaring at me. I took a step forward to talk to him when an arrow flew through the window before sticking in a support beam. I pull it from the wood releasing a piece of fabric. I pick it up, it’s a bloodstained number seven.

“Brett.” Liam growled grabbing the fabric from my hand.

He started breathing heavily.

“there just trying to mess with us.” Lydia said running a hand through her hair.

“It’s working.” Theo said.

Suddenly a loud scream shakes the station.

“Nolan.” I breathed running to the room he was being held in.

I walked in seeing the officer in charge of watching Nolan hanging from the ceiling, a noose wrapped around his neck. I couldn’t hear a heartbeat.

“I didn’t touch him I swear, he did that to himself. I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t stop.” Nolan cried.

I walked over wrapping my arms around him.

“I know you didn’t it’s okay.” I said running my hands through his hair.

Suddenly I look up and it’s not Nolan I’m holding but the creature with no face. I quickly let go of him falling back in terror. The creature stood up from the chair walking towards me.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” I yelled backing up.

I couldn’t think of a time I had ever been as terrified as I was right now. The creature kept walking towards me. I quickly grabbed my belt snapping my katana in place. I got up charging at the monster holding up my sword, while commanding the fox in me to come out.  

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“WATASHI WA KITSUNE, AKU NO KUCHIKA-KANDA!" I yelled charging at the creature. (I am the fox, the destroyer of evil)

"Y/N STOP!” Scott roared flashing his alpha eyes.

I quickly stopped, dropping my sword. Nolan stared at me terrified. I looked around quickly but didn’t see the creature anymore, and I realized it was only in my head, the fear was playing tricks on me. I was going to attack Nolan.

“Nolan, I..” I started but he cut me off.

“GET AWAY FROM ME” Nolan yelled and tried backing away from me but he was still handcuffed to the desk.

I could feel the tears fall down my cheeks as I slowly walked out of the room. Before I could leave Scott grabbed my arm making me look at him.

“when did you learn how to speak Japanese?” He asked looking in my eyes.

“I don’t know how to speak Japanese?” I questioned confused.

“you just did, before you almost killed Nolan.” He said looking at me up and down.

Suddenly a gun shot rang hurting our ears. Scott and I turned around to see another deputy had shot herself causing everyone to rush in the room.

“get him out of here." Noah says pointing to Nolan.

Liam grabbed Nolan who looked even more terrified now.

"Nolan I’m sorry.” I cried but he wouldn’t even look at me.

“Scott we only have ten minutes until midnight” Malia said checking the clock.

“what are we going to do?” Quinn asked, tears running down her cheeks.

“I already have two dead bodies, I’m not giving Monroe two more.” Noah said running a hand over his face.

Parrish and Stilinski exited the room along with everyone but myself. I looked around the room. It seemed so real, the creature standing in front of me. Also I spoke Japanese? Kira used to do that while her fox spirit was taking over her body.

“It’s in here with us, I feel it too.” Lydia said coming to stand beside me.

“I almost killed Nolan, it was so real I could’ve swore the real creature was in here. It’s almost as if I wasn’t in control anymore.” I said frustrated.

“It’s playing on your fears, I think you’re afraid that Nolan really is bad and it knew that.” She said patting my shoulder.

I shrugged my shoulders not wanting to acknowledge that she was right. I wasn’t just afraid, I was terrified that Nolan will actually go through with the hunters. We walked out seeing the rest of the pack shoving the two dead deputies in body bags. I gave them a questioning look.

“Monroe said dead or alive, she doesn’t actually know what they look like so.” Scott explained to Lydia and I.

“Do you think it’ll actually work?” I asked.

“Hopefully.” Scott said.

“just one more thing.” Noah said before firing two gunshots.

Scott, Theo, Parrish, and Noah took the bodies outside while the rest of us crowed around the window. Maybe we could all make it out of here alive. I looked at Monroe’s face and could tell she wasn’t buying it. That’s when all of the hunters aimed their guns at Scott and Theo. I was about to run outside when we heard loud sirens and saw flashing lights. Scott, Theo, Parrish, and Noah came back inside.

“Scott what’s happening?” Liam asked.

“I don’t know.” Scott said disappointment in his face.

Rafe McCall came back in looking at all of us. I could tell what he was going to say next wasn’t going to be good.

“you all need to leave Beacon Hills.” Rafe said looking at all of us.

“what no we can’t!” I immediately protested.

“I agree.” Liam growled.

“I am not leaving.” Lydia said crossing her arms.

“look I know you guys don’t like the idea but a little de-escalation is what’s needed here, that is why you called me right?” Rafe said looking at us and then at Noah.

“It doesn’t matter if we leave, they’re just going to keep hunting us down.” Malia said.

“No they agreed to it.” Rafe said.

We all looked to Scott to help us, but so far he’s stayed silent. He was either plotting or he’s ran out of hope.

“fine, we’ll go.” Scott said looking at all of our faces.

We’re escorted out of the station all the hunters staring us down. Nolan runs out of the station immediately back to Gabe. I realized we were never going to be together. He’s already made a choice. Jiang and Tierney were dragged out of the station and put in a separate van. The hunters cleared as we went to our homes to pack our bags to leave. I walk in my house feeling nothing. I grabbed some clothes throwing them in the duffle bag. I looked up seeing the picture of Nolan and I. I grabbed it off the wall along tearing it in two. That wasn’t enough for me though. I ripped it until it couldn’t ever be put together again.

“Is that what you think of me?” A voice said from the doorway.

I snapped my head up seeing Nolan standing there. I didn’t say anything, I just went back to shoving clothes in my bag.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” He said.

I quickly turned around, angry tears streaming down my face.

“sorry for what? sorry for lying to me? sorry for choosing them? Nolan it’s you I feel sorry for, because once this is all over you’re not going to have anyone left who cares.” I said shoving past him.

“I didn’t lie.” He said grabbing my arm and making me stop.

“yeah well you didn’t exactly tell the truth now did you. Nolan waiting for you is like waiting for rain in a drought, useless and disappointing.” I said jerking my arm out of his grasp.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me.

“goodbye Nolan.” I said turning to leave again.

Nolan grabbed my arm pulling me to him before crashing his lips on mine. I quickly pulled away from him.

“No, you don’t get to just kiss me and everything goes away. I’m leaving Nolan, because of you and your friends, you don’t get to do this to me anymore. Goodbye Nolan.” I said walking towards the door.

“but I love you.” He said making me stop in the doorway.

“you don’t hurt the people you love.” I said before walking out the door.

I didn’t look back either. I was gone, physical and emotionally, just gone.

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Scott McCall x Reader x Stiles Stilinski

~ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Warnings: Dom!Reader, Sub!Scott, Sub!Stiles, Sub!Liam, mature content.
Word count: 2 816

Tags: @pissheadofficial​, @lildoog-ish​, @17jenny​, @greek-geek481​, @luciferwaitsformetogethome​, @skysolace​, @ellko10​.


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Popping the Question

Just a quick one off of Liam helping his best bro, Jaal, prepare to pop the big question.

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“Nervous?” Liam grinned at the fidgeting angara who was sitting on the other end of the couch fussing with his rofjin.

Jaal drew in a deep breath, stilled his hands, and exhaled slowly. “I admit,” he confessed, “I am feeling a bit apprehensive.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be.” Liam leaned over from where he sat and punched the other man lightly on the arm. “We’ve gone over this scenario a hundred times. You’re going to be fine. It’ll all work out, you’ll see. You love her, don’t you?”

“Of, of course I do,” Jaal stuttered, looking slightly offended that Liam would even have to ask him such a question. “Have I not made it clear that my very heart beats for her? That I want nothing more than to remain by her side for the rest of my days?”

“Perfectly clear,” Liam chuckled. “And believe me, the feeling is mutual. Ryder lights up like a Christmas tree every time you walk into the room.”

Jaal looked confused, his mouth turning down at the corners. “Christmas…tree?”

“Never mind,” Liam waved off the question. “I’ll explain it to you later. The point is, you have nothing to worry about. She’s as smitten with you as you are with her. With things beginning to settle down with the Kett and the new colonies up and running, it’s time to look toward the future, you know? Make a home. Make a life…preferably one that doesn’t involve being shot at and traipsing around inside of Remnant vaults.”

Jaal nodded, “I suppose…I suppose you are right. I just…I want this moment to be as perfect as she is.”

“And it will be,” the human man assured. “Everything has been arranged just like you wanted it. I saw to it myself.”

Jaal let out a relieved sigh. “You…are a good friend.”

“I try my best. Which reminds me…” Liam leaned over the arm of the couch and dug around inside of a bag, pulling out a small, black box. “Here,” he pressed it into the other man’s hands. “I went ahead and picked this up for you…well…technically for Ryder.”

Jaal’s face lit up. Excited, he cracked open the box. His large, blue eyes drank in the sight of the small jeweled band nestled within. With slightly trembling fingers, he plucked the ring from its velvet confines to examine it closer. He’d come up with the design himself after learning that humans exchanged jewelry with one another as a symbol of their commitment and he’d wanted to give Ryder something as unique as she was. The angara had no such custom but if it was a part of his Darling One’s culture, he wanted to honor it, to show her the depth of his devotion in a way she was familiar with and would understand.

The blue and purple swirled stone he’d had harvested from his home planet of Havarl glittered from within its silvery setting, reminding him of the vastness of space his love had crossed to come into his life. He felt a smile tug at his lips. It was more than he had expected. Flawless. Almost as beautiful as the woman he hoped would soon be wearing it. His heart stuttered happily in his chest at the thought.

“Well?” Liam pressed, “Its good right?”

“Mmm,” Jaal rumbled. “It is perfect.”

“You want to run through it one more time?”

“Yes,” Jaal nodded. He felt slightly more confident with the ring actually in his hands. “If you do not mind.”

“Sure thing. So,” Liam pushed himself up off of the couch to stand. “From the top then. Just take a deep breath, relax, and pretend that I’m Ryder. You’ve got this.”

“Right. I can do that.” Jaal nodded and also rose from his seat and approached the other man. He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing his beloved in his mind and instantly felt more at peace. More centered. He opened his eyes and gingerly took Liam’s hands into his own, imagining his love’s small, soft hands in their place. Yes. He could do this.

“Sara,” the angara began, swiftly taking a knee as Liam had advised him was traditionally custom for one asking their other half for their hand in marriage. “My heart and my soul, I feel as though I have always loved you…”

At that moment, without warning, the door to Liam’s little sanctuary slid open. Gil, the ship’s resident engineer, came striding in. “Hey, just came to invite you two to…poker…tonight…uh…” Gil blinked. The sight of the crisis specialist seemingly being proposed to by their angaran crew mate, ring and all, stunned him silent for a moment. “I can, uh, I can come back later. Sorry, uh, sorry to interrupt…”

Liam and Jaal stared after the man as he turned swiftly on his heel and disappeared back out the way he had come. Liam looked amused. Jaal’s expression, however, ran more along the lines of acute distress.

The human burst out laughing at the angara’s distraught look, “Better get a move on, mate, if you want to keep the element of surprise. With Gil’s mouth, I give it about a half hour before the whole crew knows something is up. You don’t want him blabbing to the Pathfinder.”

“Shit,” came Jaal’s muttered reply as he quickly rose to his feet and straightened himself. Just like that, the nervous fluttering filled his stomach once more.

Mates

Summary: Heyy can you do the prompt line number 3 with Isaac?? Or any character is fine, pleaseee 🙈

Words:1972

Paring: Brett Talbot x Reader

A/N: I used Brett, I hope you don’t mind. I’m just still upset about the whole thing and I’m in my Talbot feels. Amanda Katzenburg is not real, i just made her up.

Disclaimer: Nothing really… 

By midnight Beacon Hills, vaguely turned into a ghost town. The shops had closed, and it was only every other twenty minutes that a car would pass by. Illuminating the areas with their headlights before disappearing and leaving the streets to fall back in the complete and utter darkness. People were home asleep, getting a nights rest for the next morning. However, there was always a handful that would be out causing or looking for trouble.

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Crimson Red

Pairing: Liam x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon

Warning: Dom!Alpha!Reader, Sub!Liam, vaginal sex, 18+ please, puppy, swearing

masterlist / coming soon

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines



His eyes traveled down your body, underneath his, the red lace bra standing out covering your breasts. He sucked in a breath, your matching lips smirking as the blush rose onto his cheeks. “Want me to take control, puppy?” You whispered, not waiting for a reply; you pushed at his shoulders, you being stronger than him it was no problem.

You hovered his body, releasing your claws and scratching down his shirt, ripping it in half. You licked your crimson red lips, eyeing his defined abs, before kissing down them. Your lips against his chest sent shivers through his body, goosebumps jumping out and hairs standing up. “Oh my god,” he gasped, when your hand slid into the waistband of his boxers, wrapping them around his cock.

“You like that, puppy?”

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Favorite Color

Pairing: Liam x Reader

Warnings: angst, colorful name calling and swears, a lot of sassiness, Y/N being a complete no BS kind of person, bullying, blood, kissing, just a lot of good ole fluff

Summary: Liam is being ganged up on by all the students at school, because of the recent rumors of him being a werewolf. Nolan and other lacrosse players are starting to get to him, so Y/N stands up for her boyfriend. Later, she’s forced to watch him get beaten up by them, trying her best to help him not turn.

A/N: This idea for an imagine came to mind while watching the recent episodes. It literally broke my heart seeing Liam like that and ugh, I immediately started writing this. If there r any errors and such, sorry, I’m just so excited that I had to post this immediately.


FAVORITE COLOR


I see the boys’ locker room door thrust open suddenly, out of the corner of my vision, as I close my locker.

My eyes wander towards it to see Liam emerge from behind the door, storming out with a grimace across his lips. His eyes flit from yellow then back to blue, the hue easily becoming my favorite color the first time we met. His crystal-clear, blue eyes catch mine, his anger wavering momentarily at the sight of me.

“What’s wrong?” I say out loud. If I had been talking to anyone else, standing at the distance he was away from me, they wouldn’t be able to hear me, but I knew that he could.

His tongue darts out over his pink lips, before he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, tightening the strap of his backpack and rushing away from me.

My brows furrow and I tuck the notebook I was holding in my arms into my backpack, spinning the dial on my lock a few times, then locking it.

“Liam,” I yell down the hall, ignoring the stares from all the students. Recently, Liam had gotten himself into a tough spot. He’d shifted in front of people and the news was spreading like wildfire through town. Scott texted me this morning, saying that he even tried staying home today. I had to beg him over the phone to even show up to class.

“Y/N,” I heard a familiar voice call, “Where’s he going?” Mason asks, Corey close behind.

“I have no idea,” I respond truthfully. I sigh, blowing a loose strand of hair out of my face.

“Probably running from all the lacrosse players,” Corey says, watching Nolan and the other guys on the team walk out of the locker room, causing a lot of commotion as they start walking down the hall.

We hear a lot of chatter from them, talking about none other than Liam. “We’re going to prove to everyone that he’s a monster,” Nolan shouts and others cheer.

“What the fuck,” I mutter, my nose involuntarily scrunching up in disgust. I start picking up my pace, speeding up to fall in step with the team.

I can barely hear Mason and Corey shouting for me to stop, over the intense desire in me to put this asshole in his place.

My sneakers squeak, when I stop in front of the group of teenage boys. I refrain from lunging at Nolan, sucking in a deep breath, knowing that I could do him just as much pain with just words.

“You fucking prick,” I say, surprising myself with how calm the words come out.

Nolan looks shocked, before one of his teammates jump in for him. “Oh look-ey here, it’s the dumb girl who fell for Lia-”

“Shut the fuck up,” I cut him off. “At least Liam can actually speak to a girl without shitting himself.” The look on his face is enough for a shit-eating grin to appear on my lips.

“At least we’re not in a relationship with a literal monster,” Nolan remarks.

My jaw clenches as I purse my lips, cracking my knuckles and deciding whether I should go for his face or his stomach. But, before I can make my decision, two pairs of arms pull me back.

“Hey now, Y/N, I think we’re going to be late to English, right Corey?” Mason says, widening his eyes at me and mouthing that we needed to go now.

“Yeah, Y/N, we should go-”

“Okay,” I grit between my teeth, “I get the point.” I let them tug me away from the crowded hallway, the curious eyes following us.

“Show’s over,” I scream, completely done with the whole situation. I just wanted to find Liam at this point. Everyone goes back to minding their own business, except for a few uneasy glances.

“What even happened that night?” I ask once we get to a secluded classroom, hopping onto a desk to sit on. I drop my bag to the floor, gathering my hair at the top of my head and tying an elastic around it.

Corey and Mason look at each other, then turn back to me, shrugging their shoulders. I narrow my eyes at them. “Really?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “Out of all people, I thought you guys would actually tell me the truth.”

I bend down, picking up my bag and slinging the strap over my shoulder. I huff out a breath, opening the door to leave, when I see my favorite color. Liam looks around frantically, his eyes wide when they meet mine. I look down to his mouth and I swear he mouths, “Thank god.”

He starts jogging towards me and I back up, back into the classroom to give him room to get in. He peers out the door, before closing it.

“They’re all after me,” he says breathlessly.

“Who’s ‘all’ ?” Mason asks, worry for his best friend showing through the expression plastered on his face.

“The lacrosse team. Who else?” Corey says as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

I look to Liam for his agreement, but he just nods his head up and down very quickly.

“How do you know?” I query. I knew the team had it out for him since the incident, but I just assumed it was all talk. I was starting to get scared that they weren’t.

“They’re trying to get me to turn,” Liam states, his eyes locking with mine. “And, I’m not sure if I can stop myself.” His voice is shakey, the uncertainty in it making me more worried now than before.

“Are you absolutely sure?” I ask. I mean, there had to be a chance he misheard them, right?

“Yeah, I’m pretty positive. Plus, they’re blocking all the exits to school, so I can’t just leave.”

“Fuck,” Mason mutters.

“Yeah, fuck, it is,” Liam whispers. We all sit in silence for a few minutes, each one of us trying to rack our brains for a way out of this conundrum.

Finally, Mason, the genius that he is, speaks up. “What if we sneak you out with Corey’s powers.”

“Yeah, that might work,” Corey responds, his eyes lighting up. “You and Y/N can walk ahead of us, and we’ll follow behind. It’ll be perfect.”

Liam nods in approval, clapping Mason on the shoulder. “I love you, man.” He stops himself, looking up to Corey. “Not like that, though, I’ve got-”

“Yeah, we know what you meant,” Corey and I say simultaneously. Liam smiles, then stops suddenly, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the corner of the room.

“What’s up?” I question, confusion surely spread across my face.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks.

“What?”

“For earlier,” he adds, trying to jog my memory. “For ignoring you.”

“Ohhh,” I reply. “Yeah, I’m still pretty upset that you just straight up heard me, but still kept walking.” I look away, tugging at the hem of my- wait no it was Liam’s- flannel.

I feel his fingers under my chin as he pulls it gently back towards him. “I’m sorry, it’s just- that, ugh…”

“What?” I ask, wanting to know what was bothering him. “What happened in the locker room that made you so mad?”

I notice him shift on his heel, and I know I asked the exact, right question. “What happened in the locker room, Liam?”

“They called a meeting without me,” he replies. “They all voted me out of the position of captain. Nolan took my place.”

“What?” I ask, not sure if I heard him right. “That’s insane.”

“Yeah, well, it’s whatever,” he mutters. I search his eyes and my heart breaks at how much he’s trying to act like this doesn’t affect him, when I know that he’s actually hurting.

I remember the second that he got captain and how he was screaming into the phone to me about it. An hour after the call, seeing him was a whole other story. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eyes so wide with excitement.

“No, no, it’s not whatever,” I rebut. “You were excited to be captain and-” my lips pull into a tight line, “those motherfuckers took that away.” My fist clenches, reminding me of my earlier lost chance of getting to punch Nolan.

“Baby, calm down,” Liam whispers, his hand wrapping around mine, making my grip loosen. “Let’s just get out of here and then we can deal with it later.”

I nod, but only for the sake of his wishes. If I had it my way, my fists would already be bruised.

Liam pulls me back over to Corey and Mason. “Okay, so we’ll make the path and you guys stay close behind,” Mason tells us before opening the classroom door. I follow him, taking a quick peek behind me to see Corey and Liam already invisible.

“You got this, babe,” I whisper to where I hope Liam is, then start walking at the same speed as Mason towards the nearest exit.

“Damn, he wasn’t kidding,” I whisper to him once we see all of the players, guarding the doors religiously.

“How the hell are we going to get out?” I ask.

“Thanks for the words of reassurance and hopefulness,” Mason says sarcastically.

“Oh, there’s Mrs. Dunbar,” some random jock calls at me. I give him a fake smile, pivoting on my heel to turn around. “Wait, where are you going?” He asks while walking closer towards us, the smell of axe spray coming from him heavily. I cough, giving Mason a look that he tries not to laugh at.

“A little heavy with that bottle of douchbagness? Huh?” I tease.

“Maybe if you’d stop being Dunbar’s bitch, then you’d get to smell it more often.”

I suck in my bottom lip, biting down on it hard enough for a metallic taste to fill my mouth. I was trying so hard not to flip right now, and I couldn’t even imagine what Corey was going through, trying to keep Liam calm.

“Just walk away,” Mason whispers and I look at him, nodding. We turn back around, being cautious and avoiding where Liam and Corey would be.

I almost run into a figure, stopping dead in my tracks. “Nolan.”

Before I could utter a word, he throws some kind of powder behind us, my eyes widening when Corey and Liam’s cover is blown.

A bunch of guys grab onto Liam’s shirt, dragging him into the nearby classroom, arguing over who got to beat him up. Mason, Corey, and I all chase after them, a horde of students piling behind us to watch what was about to unravel.

One punch, and I screamed. One kick, and I screamed again. Some lacrosse players held Mason, Corey and I back so that we couldn’t get to him. I fought for what felt like hours, before I realized how pointless it was.

I knew that Liam would heal, but I still couldn’t take the grunts of pain coming from his mouth or the way he curled up into a defenseless ball. A part of me wanted him to fight back so hard, but the wiser side of me knew that it was smarter for him just to wait it out; to prove to everyone that he wasn’t a werewolf.

“Just turn,” Nolan shouts, throwing him against the wall, Liam’s body just slumping down to the floor.

A teacher walks in and Mason yells for her to do something, but she doesn’t. She says something, then walks away, but I’m too busy watching the crimson liquid drip down Liam’s quivering bottom lip to listen.

Liam shuts his eyes harshly, his whole facing contorting to keep himself calm. I regain some of my composure, taking in a deep breath. “Liam,” I whisper so that only he can hear me. His whole body steadies at my voice, his chest rising at a slower rate to listen to me. “Just focus on my words. And your mantra. The sun, the moon, the truth… right?”

He nods, his lips curving into a small smile as another blow hits him in the stomach. He starts to say his mantra quietly, opening his eyes to reveal blue. “There you go,” I whisper.

After one more punch, Coach comes running in, yelling for the boys hurting Liam to go to the principal’s office and everyone else to leave. Corey and Mason stay out, shocked, but my feet immediately bring me straight to Liam.

I fall on my weak knees, grabbing his face in my hands and thanking Coach, something I thought I’d never do in all my years here. Liam’s eyes look up at me, wiping away the single tear falling down my cheek. “I’m okay,” he assures. I nod, more tears brimming my eyes and balancing on my eyelashes.

“Promise me, you’ll never do that to me again.”

“I promise,” he whispers. I lean down to him, kissing him, the feeling of his lips curving into a smile under my own, making me smile as well.

prompt #23, #27, #29 (Liam Dunbar)

23.“ I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t, you just let me walk away.” 27.“If I knew that would be the last time I held you, I would’ve held on tighter.” 29.“She doesn’t love me, she’s not that stupid.” Requested by @hazftcor

I’m sorry I’ve been so lazy with requests. I’ll eventually get to all of them. I’m a terrible person lol I’m sorry. Seriously though I am sorry.

Originally posted by furiousimagines

I walked to my locker feeling a couple pair of eyes following me. I started to grab my books for my next class but I couldn’t help but feel someone was staring at me. I looked over to see Scott and Stiles turn away quickly. I rolled my eyes before shutting my locker door and walking over to them.

“If Liam wants to talk to me he knows where to find me, I don’t need you two to watch my every move.” I sassed before walking away.

“y/n wait.” Scott called running over to me.

“Scott listen I get that you guys care about him but I can’t be with someone who is just going to keep secrets from me.” I said crossing my arms across my chest.

“well what if him keeping this secret was the only way to keep you guys together?” Scott asked raising his eyebrows.

“that has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” I countered rolling my eyes at him.

“Listen here you broke his little angry heart and now you have to fix this before he goes on a murderous rampage.” Stiles said pointing his finger at me.

“Okay I take back my statement that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. you’re really strange, has anyone ever told you that?” I asked studying the boy called Stiles Stilinski.

“all the time, now will you please like get back together with him?” Stiles asked looking hopeful.

“hmm let me think, yeah how about no.” I said walking away from the two boys.

“Girls these days!” Stiles yelled after me.

I walked in to chemistry, which unfortunately I had with Liam and Mason. Liam looked down at his book not daring to look at me. I walked over to his lab table slamming my book down.

“wow Liam having your junior friends do your dirty work now? What couldn’t face me yourself? Tell them to leave me alone, and you do the same.” I snapped before going to my seat in the back.

Throughout the class Liam would glance back at me but I wouldn’t look at him. I gave everything to him, everything and he can’t even tell me where he’s been. He’s been lying to me for the last couple months about where he goes, who he’s with, it just frustrates me. I confided in him telling him how my last boyfriend cheated on me and I had no idea, that’s why I ended it. I couldn’t be hurt like that, not again. I got a little teary eyed thinking about it all. As soon as the bell rang I ran out of the class, tears falling from my eyes. I ran outside the school sitting on the steps. I felt someone sit down beside me placing their arm around my shoulder. I looked up to see Liam’s junior friend Scott.

“you really loved him didn’t you?” Scott asked rubbing my shoulder.

“I want to be with him, but I can’t do this not again.” I said choking on my tears.

“then come to my house, and I’ll tell you everything.” Scott sighed standing up.

I didn’t know if I was prepared to hear the truth but I knew I needed too. I followed Scott to a blue jeep which belonged to his strange friend Stiles. I hopped in and the ride to his house was quiet. As soon as we got there he led me up to his room.

“well start talking.” I said sitting on his bed.

Scott sat down beside me thinking about what he wanted to say.

“well Liam isn’t exactly himself anymore.” Scott said slowly looking up at me.

“I’m out of here.” I said rolling my eyes and walking towards his door.

“wait you didn’t give me a chance!” Scott called running after me.

I opened his door and Liam was standing there ready to knock.

“what are you doing here?” Liam asked a look of hurt apparent on his face.

“I can do what I want Liam were not together anymore.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

Scott stood awkwardly behind me not saying anything. I think he was surprised by my answer, and honestly I was too.

“why are you doing this?” Liam asked his voice cracking.

“why am I doing this? Liam why are you keeping secrets from me? Liam I trusted you. I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t, you just let me walk away.” I said a few tears falling down my cheeks.

If I knew that would be the last time I held you, I would’ve held on tighter!” Liam said reaching towards me but I took a step back.

“what did you expect Liam? A relationship is about honesty and you couldn’t be honest with me. It’s over Liam, It’s all over. Now I would like to leave."  I said wiping the tears.

Liam didn’t protest, instead just moved to the side. I walked out letting the tears fall freely.

"she still loves you Liam.” I heard Scott say.

she doesn’t love me, she’s not that stupid.”

lol this sucks but here you go! Shoutout to you for real thanks for always loving my stuff and reblogging! you the bomb.com @hazftcor

like I said I will eventually get to all my requests lol and again sorry for being a terrible person.

Too weak? // Liam Dunbar Imagine

Pairing: reader x Liam Dunbar

Plot: You’re a part of supernatural, but not a common one. You came to Beacon Hills to find Scott McCall and help him to beat whatever evil that they’re facing.

Warning: none

Word count: 1, 505

A/N: I took a long break y’all, but it’s nice to see that you’re all still here. Anyways I watched the two new episodes of Teen Wolf. I cried, laughed… basically I was an emotional rollercoaster. That imagine may have the second part. I don’t know yet. Let me know. Enjoy xx


As I was walking to my next period, I heard someone getting punched. I started walking towards the sound and saw a bunch of people inside some empty classroom. Then I heard someone in deep, raspy voice saying. “The sun, the moon, the truth.” 

“Good God, it has to be someone from Scott’s pack,” I thought to myself and fastened my steps. I wasn’t in their pack. To be honest they don’t even know that I exist. I mean as a person as a supernatural creature. I’m not as common.

Not to say that werewolves are common, but you know, what I mean. I was a werewolf. I was born that way but then turned out that I was a true alpha. I know that it only happens once in a hundred years, but it happened to me and Scott.

That’s not the only reason, why I’m uncommon. You see, I can kinda control peoples minds and also read them. Only if I want to. With that package comes my ability to speak Latin, naturally.

I see a crowd in some empty classroom and punching noises. There’s Mason trying his best to help him, but they hold him still, well. Try to. I grab his hand and he looks at me. “Don’t worry, I’ll help him,” I say and let him go. He looks confused, he tries to ask me something or tell me, but I just ignore him.

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An Unexpected Surprise - Part 6 (Final Chapter) - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Word Count: 3,367

Author’s Note: This is the final chapter for this mini-series, which was inspired by FRIENDS. I just had the crazy idea of writing an imagine of Liam being a teenage father, I never expected y’all would want 5 more chapters of it. With that being said, enjoy!

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Liam rolled over to his side when he felt something poke his shoulder. He peeked an eye open, only to see Y/N standing next to his bed with her arms folded to her chest. Liam closed his eye and snuggled his face back into his pillow, believing he was dreaming about Y/N.

She cleared her throat. Liam’s eyes flew wide open, realizing he wasn’t dreaming. “What?!” He gasped as he sat up quickly and alert. “Is it time?!”

“No.”

“Oh,” he yawned as he rubbed his tired, sleepy eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep and it’s all your fault.”

Liam looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Me? What did I do?” He asked confused.

“You got me pregnant! I can’t sleep on my back. It’s uncomfortable sleeping on my sides. I wish I could sleep on my stomach, but obviously I can’t. This is your fault,” she placed her hands on full belly. “So, if I can’t sleep, then neither can you.”

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Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 5

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Werewolf!Stiles, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Mason Hewitt, Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, PackMom!Reader.

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In the note Brittany left she’d said she didn’t care what we did with the baby, but she really wanted you to keep him. She said he was full werewolf and she wanted him to be raised as one. It’s been about a week and the little boy remains nameless. Derek went out and bought a portable crib just until you figure things out. You hadn’t had time to focus on anything but this baby. The only weird thing about it was that the baby looked like he could be yours and Derek’s. The pack has pointed that out. Multiple times.

“Shh..shh. Come on, buddy.” You stand in the living room at 4 a.m rocking the baby.

Derek comes downstairs, rubbing his eyes. “Still? Here, can I see him?” You nod and hand him over.

You sit on the couch and let out a sigh. “He needs a name.”

“Are we really keeping this random baby?”

“Yes, Derek we’re keeping the random baby.”

“Then we can name him…Henry.”

You groan. “That’s awful. What about Dayton?”

“That’s about the whitest name I’ve ever heard.” Derek chuckles. He’s gotten the baby to be quiet. “What about Max?”

You smile. “I like Max.” You stand and walk over to him. “Hi, Max.” The baby coos and you look up at Derek. “He likes it.”

“You don’t think this will interfere with becoming Isaac’s guardians do you?” Derek asks.

“No..if anything it should help.” You shrug.

“I’m up for good now. There’s no use going back to sleep.” Derek groans as he sits on the couch.

“I’ll make a pot of coffee.”

Scott and Stiles decided to come over to hang out for awhile, so you were all sat in the living room.

Derek was laying across the couch and you were in a recliner, you both were having trouble keeping your eyes open.

“Derek are you asleep?” Stiles laughs.

“I have a right. I’ve been up with Max all day long. All. Day.

“Me too.” You yawn and get up, Max whining from his crib. You grab the bottle off the table and cradle Max. You sit back down and feed him, rocking in the recliner.

“How does it feel to be parents?” Scott asks.

“Not at all what I expected, because for one thing..I thought I’d be married and I’d be feeding my own baby now. Just know that life never works out as planned.” You shook your head.

“Trust me. He knows.” Stiles laughs.

“It feels kinda weird..I mean, Y/N and I went on one date and now we’re adopting one kid and becoming legal guardians of another.” Derek yawns.

“It’s different for you guys though.” Scott smiles. “You’re pack parents, that means you’re drawn together, it means your soulmates.”

“What do you know about soulmates, Scott?” Derek laughs and you smile.

Scott pouts and crosses his arms, “Enough.”

You smile wider. “Sure.”

“But really..I did a lot of reading on it…pack parents usually are an older couple, people who’ve been married a long time…not people who just met. That’s got to mean something.”

“Yeah, it means we make a good team.” You shrug. “Anyway..Stiles how are you? How are you handling everything?” You look at him.

“I’ve gotten way better at lacrosse, so…” He smirks. “Honestly, I never wanted to be a werewolf..I thought I’d never be able to handle it. I’m having a hard time controlling my changes but Derek’s been helping me.”

You look over at Derek and smile.

“He’s doing well..really well.” Derek nods.

"I’m glad you two have bonded.” You sit up, sitting Max’s bottle down so you can change his diaper. He peed, you can tell.

“You’re a natural.” Derek flicks his eyes over to you.

“You know..it’s kinda strange. I feel like this is my baby already. I’m not really sure how to describe it because I know I sound absolutely insane, but this is my little boy. He’s supposed to be with me.” You grab a diaper from beside his crib.

“I feel the same way. I get it.” Derek sits up.

“Aww. You guys have a baby together.” Stiles remarks.

Derek rolls his eyes. “Kind of..but don’t be annoying about it.”

Isaac slams the door as he walks in, making Max shriek. “Come on, Isaac!” Derek groans, getting up and walking over to you. He takes his from you, relieving you from your turn.

“Sorry.” He winces at the shrill sound. He walks over and looks over Derek’s shoulder. “He looks a lot like you. Are you sure he’s not yours?”

“Ha. Ha. Yeah, I got a fourteen year old pregnant.” He turns and gives Isaac a look, rocking with Max.

You watch adoringly as he talks to Isaac. He was your soulmate. Scott was right, neither of you wanted to agree with him though.

It’s been about a month since you got Max. Adoption paperwork has been started and you’ve gotten legal guardianship of Isaac. If you were being honest it was way easier than you expected.

“Quit fighting! You’re irritating the baby! You shouted into the dining room. Liam and Mason were having a heated argument about something they read at school. Everyone else voiced their opinions on whose side they were on…loudly.

Liam and Mason continuing shouting. You settled Max into the rocker you and Derek purchased a couple weeks ago. You storm into the dining room and slam your hand down on the table. "Stop. Now. If I have to tell you again you’re all getting kicked out of my house. Every single one of you.” You spot Isaac smirk. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out too, bud.” You give a once over of the silent room. “Thank you.”

“You’ve gotten a lot scarier since Max.” Mason said quietly.

You leaned over in front of him. “Good. Maybe you won’t yell in my house if you think I’m scary. If any of you want dinner I’m ordering Chinese.” You spin on your heel and walk back to the kitchen.

You spot Derek walking in, closing his umbrella and taking his jacket off. “I like this whole newfound aggression. It’s makes you even more attractive.” Derek smiles.

“Shut up.” You laugh. “Now that I have an actual baby, I’m not too keen on the teenagers acting like toddlers.”

“We heard that!” Jackson shouts.

“Good! You were meant to.” You smile at them over your shoulder.

You call and order the food before feeding Max. “How’s the loft?” You ask Derek. He goes back occasionally and checks up on things. Scott said he goes to see his uncle Peter. You’ve never met him and you’re unsure if you want to.

“Fine. The same.” He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits beside you on the couch.

You nudge him away when he sits. “Don’t drink beer by my baby.” You laugh.

“He’s my baby too. Do you think he’ll get sick from secondhand alcohol?” He laughs along with you. “You’re a dork, Y/N.”

Stiles and Scott come running through the living room, jumping over the couch and going upstairs.

Derek looks at you, “Do I want to know?” You groan and shake your head.

“They’re having a werewolf race. I don’t know what it means but the boys are doing it so apparently I’m timing.” Lydia pokes her head between you and Derek.

“Wow. And you called me a dork.” You smirk at Derek.

“It runs in the pack.” He laughs.

You smack his arm and laugh.

“Just get married already.” Malia stretches out on the couch beside you.

“Yep. That makes logical sense.” You push her legs off of your lap.

“It does. Plus, if you get married we can be cousins.”

“I look forward to that then. Derek, please propose right now, I cannot possibly wait any longer to have Malia in my family tree.”

“Oh, of course.” He gets down on one knee, showing you his beer bottle cap. You both laugh, Malia giving you both a death glare.

Scott and Stiles jump down the stairs.

“Please be careful. I know you both heal, but I still don’t want any bones broken.”

“Scott won!” Lydia shouts.

“Alpha in the house!” Scott bangs on his chest and Stiles rolls his eyes.

“It’s not fair. You have two years experience on me.”

“Aww. Is the wittle baby sad?” Scott fakes pout and squeezes Stiles’ cheek. Stiles swats his hand away and rolls his eyes.

“You’re all equal in my eyes.” You tease.

The doorbell rings and Mason answers it. Everyone throws money in and he brings the food in, sitting it on the table. “You guys better share! Leave some for me!”

Derek gets up and follows them to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a plate.” You thank him and take Max upstairs. You put him in the crib and grab the baby monitor, bringing it with you.

“Hey, I forgot to tell you that I invited someone over. We were best friends in high school and he just moved back to town. I ran into him when I was out grabbing diapers.” Derek sits beside you with your plate.

“That’s fine.” You smile. “What time?”

Derek glances at the clock. “Anytime now.” Just then you heard a knock at the door. Derek got up and went to answer it.

You were conversing with the pack when he walked in. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. You had no idea what was in the water with these Beacon Hills guys but you didn’t mind.

“AJ, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is AJ Harding.”

You stand and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You smile and he nods.

“You too.”

Derek goes around the table and introduces him before they both sit down.

Lydia leans over and whispers. “He’s cute. If it wasn’t for Derek..” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Lydia!” You scold, you can’t help but laugh though.

“I’m just saying..if I were five years older I’d be all over it.” She shrugs.

“So, Derek..is she your girlfriend?” You hear him lean over and whisper. “She’s hot, so good for you.”

Derek chuckles. “No she’s not, we just have a baby together.”

“Oh so you hit that? Again, good for you.”

“No..we’re adopting. It’s a long story but we’ve neither dated or had sex.”

“So she’s available?” You feel his eyes on you.

“N-no..I mean, yeah she’s available. She’s not dating anyone.”

You thought that Derek for sure felt the same way about you that you did for him. You were wrong. You decided to milk this whole situation with AJ. That’ll show him. AJ must not know you’re a werewolf and you’ll definitely use that to your advantage.

Mated Pt5 //Werewolf Shawn

Summary: You and Shawn are mates. He’s an alpha werewolf. You’re a human. Also…you have a boyfriend already. What happens when a werewolf is rejected by his mate?


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Four days pass and you haven’t heard back from Liam yet. You texted him “Sorry fell asleep last night” after Shawn left the morning after your birthday. You texted him again the next morning, asking to meet up with him soon. He didn’t reply.

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the winning side / theo raeken

summary : theo’s always been a fixture in the gray area between good and evil, but there’s only one side he really wants to be on.

   “I don’t know how I’m supposed to trust you.” Maybe it was the way you said the words, so calm and collected, as if you could no longer be bothered to scream at him the way he would have preferred you to do. Theo would have accepted the yelling with a heavy hearted smile as he always did, he would have sat down on the couch and let you rage until you were breathless from crying and your throat was burning with the anger of it. Yelling would hurt less than the emotionless tone your voice now carried as you directed your words at him with flushed cheeks and one hand running through your hair in that nervous way. 

 “What are you talking about?” But he knew what it was. How could he not? It had only been the argument brewing between the two of you for months now, ever since he had been released from hell courtesy of Liam, whom you had nearly crushed when you hugged him after you found out. None of the pack really had the heart to put him back under after they had seen the pure joviality of your mood, consistently happy to have Theo back in your life. The doubts had set in not too long after that. If he was truly on the side of Scott, if he wasn’t working on his own agenda the way he had habit of doing, if he wasn’t making an effort to be as good as he could be. It started as little offhanded comments at first, which he had been able to brush aside with ease as he huffed a bit and kissed your temple to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. This fight was different. 

   He couldn’t kiss it better this time. 

  “You know what I’m talking about.” You let a deep sigh pass your lips, pinching the bridge of your nose before glancing up at him again. His hair was tousled, his head was in his hands, and you hated that he always looked pretty even when you were fuming at him. Even when you swore you hated him. “Theo, c’mon, stop giving me that look.” 

   He huffed again, loudly into his hands, then glanced at you with his cheeks still puffed out. “What look? This look of pure disbelief because my girlfriend has decided she doesn’t trust me anymore even though we’ve been together for more than a year now? My mistake.” He flashed a sarcastic smile, one that made your stomach tighten. “I don’t know how else I can prove it to you anymore. I put my ass on the line to save Liam even though the kid is annoying as hell sometimes because he’s like your twin or something, I try to help as much as I can, I didn’t even put up a fight when Malia wanted to throttle me at Scott’s house. What else can I do, Y/N?” He repeated, standing up from the couch and walking over to where you sat at the kitchen island. “What do you want me to do to- to… fix this? What should I do?” He took his hands, placed them on your cheeks, staring at you so intently you had half a mind to forgive him right then and there. But you knew that you couldn’t. If you did, those thoughts of him not being trustworthy and his betrayal would continue to gnaw at you until you were sure to drive yourself mad.

   “Baby, baby look at me. What do I have to do?” He was so sincere in his words. The only thing he wanted was for you to put your trust in him again. Instead, you pulled away, out of his hands, and got out of the chair. You grabbed your sweatshirt off the top of the couch before he could register what was happening. 

   “You have to leave me alone for awhile, all right?” You pulled the sweater over your head, forcing yourself not to meet his hurt gaze that followed you to the door of his house as you left for your own. “That’s what you can do.” The door slammed loudly, though Theo felt and heard the own crack in his heart louder and clearer than he had ever heard any bang of a door. He wasn’t sure how long he sat at the kitchen table numbly staring at the door, but when he stood and dragged himself to bed, he could see the cracks of sunlight peering through the blinds in his living room. 

    That morning, despite leaving Theo’s house late and spending majority of the night sniffling under your covers, you let Liam and Mason pull you out of bed and drag you to class with them. Junior year was proving to be the worst year of your life. 

    “Okay, what is up with you?” Liam inquired at lunch, swapping his Capri Sun with Mason’s before placing his hands on your shoulders. “You’re supposed to be happy and loved up because of Theo. Where’s the happiness, Y/N? I didn’t save him from hell to see you be all mopey.” You rolled your eyes. 

   “You didn’t pull him from hell for me in general.” You pushed his hands off you. “We had a fight last night. I was awful. I mean, it was justified awfulness, but I still feel like shit and I probably made him hate me. I just-” you groaned into your hands. “I accused him of not being good and I said that I didn’t trust him and to leave me alone and then I slammed the door on him when he was just trying to be nice. I’m such an asshole.” 

   “You’re not an asshole,” Mason assured you, patting your shoulder. “And, just for the record, Theo Raeken hates a lot of things, but he could never hate you. He loves you to death, Y/N. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You shook your head. 

   “It’s different this time,” you insisted. “I pretty much told him he was still a bad guy even though I know he’s trying to be good. I don’t know why I keep doing this.” Liam slid over to your side of the lunch table, an arm wrapping around your shoulders as he comforted you. 

   “Look, Theo’s not a bad guy, Y/N. You know that. We all know that.” He motioned between him and Mason.

   “He called you annoying.”

   “Did I say he was a nice guy? No, I didn’t. I said he was good. Good and nice are two totally different things. Right, Mason?” Liam glanced up at his best friend, eyes frantic, prompting Mason to nod hurriedly. 

   “They’re not synonymous,” he agreed. 

   “What if he hates me?” You look at your two best friends, but Liam’s eyes are elsewhere, locked on a rapidly approaching figure behind you with a small smile on his face. Mason glances back, too, and then pats your shoulder once more encouragingly as he says, “Nah, he doesn’t. Trust us.” They clamor out of their seats in unison just as Theo slides in next to you, his hands still in his lap even though they long to reach out and touch your face gentle as can be, just to hold you for a second. 

   “Hi, sweet girl,” he breathes, waiting patiently for you to look at him.

    “You’re, um, you’re not supposed to be on school grounds without the staff knowing, Theo. Lydia’s mom is gonna have a fit if she sees you.” You finally turn toward him as he shrugs, nonchalant. 

   “Worth it.” He placed his hand over yours, slowly at first so that you don’t notice what he’s doing and jerk away from him. By the time you feel the pressure, his fingers are around yours and you know he’s not letting go. “I love you. Please know that I love you with everything in me, because I need you to know that more than I’ve never needed anything.” 

   Maybe it’s not the first time he’s said it, but it’s the first time the words really twist their way into your heart the same way he had all those months ago. 

    “I know,” you say, squeezing his hand. “And I love you.” He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath for a second, then opens them again. They’re the greenest thing you’ve ever seen and you love them, you love him. 

   “I’m sorry that I haven’t been the best lately, that you’ve lost your reasons to trust me. But, Y/N, I just… I want you to understand that the only side I want to be on is yours. So if you’re a good guy, so am I. I’ll be the best damn guy to ever exist. It used to be about being on the winning side but, the winning side for me is you. Always. Okay? Please, don’t hate me anymore. I just wanna be on your side.” You grabbed his face in your hands and nodded, smiling that pretty smile that made Theo light up, and pressed a kiss to his lips, still grinning as you did so. “We good now?” He mumbled against your mouth, his hands ghosting over your hips. 

   “We’re good,” you say. He dives back in for another kiss just as Ms. Martin rounds the corner of the school, spying Theo from a mile away. He glances around you and his eyes go wide. 

   “Shit, okay, baby, I love you but I gotta go because she’ll definitely have me arrested,” he gave Natalie a tiny wave before kissing the top of your head fleetingly. Then, he took off down the hill, making sure he was far out of reach as you laughed hysterically at the look on Natalie Martin’s face when she saw him dash away. You were his winning side, and man were you thankful for it, because if Theo was on your side, then your world was quite well off.