but seriously my house is scary at night why was i just walking around in the dark

Workspace: Part Four

Part Three

A/N: Expect smut in the next part and finally knowing what happened that drunken Monday night (; Also, this is kind of long because I didn’t want to leave you guys waiting any longer than I already have. Hence the typos that are bound to be there as well. love ya babez.

“Hey, Y/N.” Scott greeted me as I entered the copy room.

It was Thursday afternoon and up to this point it had been next to impossible to get Scott alone. He was either wrapped around Kira or stuck to Stiles. Whom I’ve also not seen a lot of. Stiles was uncharacteristically quiet at his desk too. Normally, he’d add a smartass comment or unwanted opinions in conversation with the girls. But since our little…um…accident, he’s barely utter a single word to anyone but Scott. No matter how hard I try I can not remember a thing from that night. I racked my brain over and over trying to call to mind what happened that night but it’s all just blank. And after being ignore and deprive of vital information, I decided that the only way to get what I wanted is through an aggressive approach.

“Hey!” I replied to Scott as I walked to the copier next to him with my papers. I regarded him coolly wanting no diversions from my mission.

He smiled at me warmly but I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. But I also need to play this smart, or I could have him retreating. So I took an easy route.

“How’s Kira?” I asked casually.

Scott looked at me feigning bemusement, but I gave him a knowing glance.

“She’s fine.” He said finally with a shy smile. His tan face turning a rosy hue.

I giggled softly shacking my head. I don’t understand why the two of them pretend that no ones knows they’re together.

“Today’s you’re date with Isaac, right?” He quizzed, and I knew he was eager to change the subject.

“Mmhmm.” I hummed as I set my papers on to the machine and pressed the start button. A second later they began sliding through the copier, their replicas launched out and resting on the tray to the side.

“That’s cool. Where you guys going?” He’d just put another stack of papers into his copier.

“Not sure. He wants it to be a surprise.” I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t suppress my grin.

“I’ll bet he does.” Scott said snidely.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” I questioned as I eyed him.

“Nothing, Isaac’s a great guy.” But somethings about Scott’s tone made it seem he was telling a joke I didn’t get.

I was getting frustrated, we were seriously getting away from the real reason I was here.

“Scott, I need to ask you something.” This caught his attention away from his copying and he searched my face for some indication on my mood. I gave nothing away.

“Okay…?” He said cautiously.

I took a deep breath.

“So, I know you picked Stiles up from my house the other day…” I began.

He looked at me like he wanted to say something. To lie maybe. He open his mouth and then, wisely, shut it.

“I know you guys are best friends and all, but you’re the only person other than Stiles that knows exactly what happened that night.”

At my words, his brow furrows and his lips settled into a hard thin line. His reaction is…unexpected. It’s a mixture between disapproval and confusion with a dash of disbelief.

“What are you asking me?” He inquired although I sensed he already knows the answer. After a moment of silence, I realised he was going to make me say it.

“What did Stiles say happened Monday?” I diverted my eyes away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

“You don’t remember?” His tone is incredulous.

I shook my head. “No, I-”

The copy room door opens behind us and of course of all the people in the entire office building that could’ve walk in at that moment, it had to be Stiles Fucking Stilinski.

I blushed grabbing papers from the cooling rack and bustled out of room, Stiles stepping aside to let me pass. Once out the door, I turned and pressed my back against the wall next to the place in which I’d just fled. Was I ever going to know the mistake, or mistakes, I’d made on my one night in a drunken stupor.

“What the hell was that all about?” Stiles asked his tone a little more than a whisper. My eyes widened and I held my breath. Not wanting them to know I was still there.

“Dude, you’re not going to believe this…” Scott said almost confounded.

I couldn’t see their faces, but I assumed Stiles gave Scott one of his famous “let’s hear it” faces and probably a gesture or two.

“She doesn’t remember.” Scott scoffed in complete amazement.

“Doesn’t remember what?”

“Any of it. She was trying to talk me into telling her what happened.”

It was quiet for a beat and I caught the sound of Stiles exhaling deeply. I could imagine him running his hand through his wild hair, with the other hand perched on his hip. After another moment of silence, I feared I might get caught ease dropping so I scurried back to my desk. I began working with only more questions, and no closer to any answers.

“Lydia!” I implored her. “Please just pick one.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and stood from her perch on my bed. She looked over the outfits I held in either of my hands on hangers.

“Let’s see, plain jane jeans with a frilly white top and chucks or an outdated aline skirt with a frumpy sweater. Both of these suck.”

I groan. “Lydia, please. Can’t you just be a little bit of helpful?”

“I thought you never ask!” She beamed and pushed me aside, making me stumble to the right, out of her way and she sifted through my closet.

“Last season, ew last year.” She counted off the reason all of my clothes weren’t suitable for wearing one by one until she stopped.

“This.” She pulled a plain black v-neck of the hanger and held it up to me.

“That? Really?” I asked not really believing she was serious.

“And…” She walked over to my chest of drawers and rummaged through for a second.

“These!” She produced a pair of black skinny jeans with a hole in the left knee.

“Lydia I don’t think..”

“Black is sophisticated, elegant, and sexy. Besides you don’t know where you’re going. So a skirt my be over dressed and honestly the frilly shirt is just god awful.”

I ignored her jab, taking the items from her and looking them over. She looks at me with anticipation, her eyes big and green.

“Sexy, huh?” I said holding the shirt to my torso with a smirk.

Lydia squeal and hugged me tightly. “Now let’s do something with this hair.”

“My hair?” I wined with a slight fear to my words as the strawberry blonde pushed me to the vanity.

By the time Isaac texted me to say he was outside, Lydia had thoroughly done me up. My dark hair was curled into loose waves and my eyes lined with black. I hated to admit it but I looked…hot.

I grabbed my purse and house keys off my kitchen table before heading out. I turned to lock the door behind me. When I swivelled back around, Isaac was leaning up against his black Camaro with his arms folded. He wore a seductive smirk on his face and I took the short walk to him, to admire how handsome he really was. He was tall and lean, with light hair and captivating eyes.

“You didn’t get all dressed up for me?” He asked a little smug.

“Why? Are we going somewhere nice? I can change.” I asked now worried Lydia’s choice was wrong.

“No, no. You just look hot.” He chuckled.

His bold comment caught me off guard.

“Oh, thanks.” I said awkwardly tucking my hair behind my ear dipping my head averting my eyes from his. I dreamily walked to my side of the car, anxious for what lie in wait for the night, and got in.

The movies.

His surprise date was just to the movie theatre.

Not dinner and movie.

Not hanging out watching movies.

A completely public, non-intimate, movie.

And on top of that, it was some gory scary movie.

I hate scary movies. Our conversation in the car oozed chemistry. We had so much in common and, although he wasn’t very witty, he was funny. And after all that, the fucker takes me to the movies. I don’t know why I was so mad. Maybe because I’d hyped myself up for some elaborately planned out date with hearts and flowers, and I was getting an extra butter popcorn with a box of Mike and Ike’s.

I hate Mike and Ike’s.

As we stood in line waiting for the girl behind the counter to provide us with our goods, I heard a familiar laugh behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Kira walking in. I brighten immediately at the sight of her.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. My friend is over there!” I told Isaac not even giving him a chance to respond as I rushed towards her. She hadn’t spotted me yet, so I waved my hands to grab her attention.

“Kira!” I shouted.

“Y/N!” She shouted back with the same amount of excitement.

We collide hard when I embraced her.

“I’m so glad to see you.” I sound relieved, and I am. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Scott…as friends.” She added quickly.

I rolled my eyes as we detached from each other.

“Where is he at? Hiding?” I tease.

She blushes and jabs a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of him. I looked and see him just as he walked through the doors.

“Y/N” Scott hollered with glee and engulfs me in one of his famous bear hugs. Something about his reaction to seeing me startles me. He didn’t even seem surprised to see. Like he’d expected me to be there.

“Hey Scotty,” I chuckled patting his back.

“What are you doing here?” He asked releasing me from his tight grip.

I furrowed my brow, he knew very well what I would be doing here.

“My date…with Isaac?” I said still a little baffled.

“Ohhhh! Was that tonight?” He ask with a theatric attempt at confusion.

What was he playing at? I look at Kira for some answers, but she only shrugged and shook her head equally as confused. From behind the pair I could see a familiar mess of hair and looked beyond them to the new comer to theatre. Stiles strode in with a certain skinny, dark haired, big boobed girl at his side. I felt my face turn hot. What she doing here? What is he doing here…with her? I mean, I didn’t care obviously but the possibility that this was all a coincidence seemed highly improbable. I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that this was all planned. But as I watched Stiles snake his arm around the girl who I’ve come to know as, Brielle, and join the group; a sickening feeling washed over me that I couldn’t explain. I looked down at my knotted fingers to avoid them.

“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles greeted me with a soft voice taking me aback.

I hadn’t expected anything from him let alone a hello. Hell he hasn’t even talked to me since Tuesday, and here he was all brown eyed and bushy tailed regarding me with a smile.

“Y/N, are we going this or what?” Isaac asked appearing next me popcorn in hand. Stiles smile fell and he narrowed his momentarily at Isaac. In the same moment, it reverted back to a, if not hasty, smile.

“Hey man,” Stiles said to Isaac. “Thanks again for inviting us!”

My head snapped to the boy standing next to me.

“You invited them?” I hissed.

This date was just getting worse and worse. This was suppose to be a romantic evening and it’s turned into a double, excuse me, triple date.

“What?” He shrugged unapologetically shoving a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

I took another look at Big Boob Brielle then to Stiles and rolled my eyes.

“Let’s just go, the movies about to start.” I mumble and pushed past him.

I made sure to sit in a row that was too full so the others would have to find somewhere else to sit. I was determined to get this date back on track. I liked Isaac, though I knew little about him and I wasn’t going to let Stupid Stilinski muck it up. Unfortunately for me, I could see the foursome from where I sat with my own date. Though I refrained from acknowledging them. They would not ruin this for me!

A sort of scary part played out on screen and I strategically grabbed Isaac’s arm, feigning the poor damsel in distress. He look down at me and I up at him gazing in his eyes, willing him to kiss me with my mind. He smiled then glanced down at my hand and back at me.

“You okay now?” He whispered and a wave of embarrassment washes over me. I withdraw my hand and sink into my seat. It was very clear now. This most certainly was not a date. When he said he wanted to show me around town, he meant it literally. He was being friendly not flirty, and I’d been stupid enough to mistake one for the other. Is this what my friends meant by be careful? Or was I just not his type? I snuck a peek up at him threw my lashes. He was totally fixated on the movie. I groan and without really thinking about it, glanced at my friends. They weren’t far from us, and I could perfectly see the back of their heads. Scott and Kira were clearly making out, give the people behind them quite the show. It made me chuckle, softening my ever worsening mood. I scanned either side of them looking for Stiles and I found him.

Staring at me from over his shoulder.

When he caught sight of me, he whirled his head forward again. Clearly being caught. His date noticed and gave him a concerned look. Mistaking his action for fearful. She wrapped both of her arms around his one and laid her head on his shoulder pulling him annoyingly close to her. And for some reason, this was my breaking point. I’d had enough of this whole night and just want air. I rose from my seat, noting that Isaac didn’t so much a flinch as I did so, and exited the theatre.

The lobby was pretty dead. It was late and most of the movie were in progress. There was the occasional straggler, who drank too much during the previews and needed to pee or was refilling their popcorn bucket. I saw a cushion-y bench against the wall near the entrance of my movie and I briskly walked to it, sitting down. I let my head fall in my hands as I went over in my mind the crazy first week at work I’d had. It was impossibly chaotic and I was positive if I pinched myself I’d wake up from the dream I must be having.

“Scary movies not your thing?”

I looked up to see Stiles standing in front of me. I instantly frowned.

“What do you want Stilinski?” I rolled my eyes, leaning back until my head gently touch the wall.

“Nothing.” He answered awkwardly.

We sat in silence for a moment, but somehow it was comforting.

“I don’t think that I’m on a date.” I finally say squeezing my eyes shut.

“What?” Stiles asked bewildered at my sudden admission.

“I thought when Isaac ask me to come out with him, he was asking me on a date. But I think he was just being friendly.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling him of all people this.

It was quiet again.

“Kira and Scott are secretly dating.”

And this makes me laugh. He laughs too.

I look over at him and he’s bearing into me with his eyes from behind his glasses. And I know this is my chance. I’ve wanted to know all week long what happen between us and this light mood may be my only opportunity.

“Stiles I-”

“Do you want to get out of here?” He cuts me off.

“What? Like ditch our dates?” I scoff gaging his words.

He smirks and admittedly spending a few hours with a guy I may or may not have had sexual intercourse with and also who may or may not hate me, didn’t seem as bad as shamefully walking back to my not date and watching a movie I don’t like.

I grinned. “ Lead the way, Stilinski.”

Left For Dead (Part 1)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Summary: You’re dating Theo and Stiles can’t stand it. When he finds you next to his injured dad, he assumes you and Theo were in it together and leaves you in the tunnels, not knowing it may be the last time he sees you.

A/N: Message me if you’d like a Part 2! Enjoy!


Stiles stares at you as his eyes travel between Theo and you, his mouth hanging agape.
“There- there’s no way,” he says, shaking his head, half laughing.

“Come on Stiles, you don’t have to make this weird,” you urge him, and he snorts in response.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” he asks before he glares at Theo, “Privately.”

“Won’t make a difference, werewolf hearing and all but sure,” you mumble as you follow Stiles further onto the field.

“Stiles, seriously, we’re practically standing in the middle of lacrosse practice,” you whine, becoming increasingly paranoid about the ball whizzing about.

“Y/N, you can’t date Theo,” Stiles laughs ironically, placing his hands on your shoulders as to tear your eyes away from the field.

“Stiles…” you interject.“

No, you’re not doing it, there’s something… off about him, I know it y/n and I’m not about to let you walk into the middle of whatever he’s planning.”

“He’s planning to take me on a date Stiles,” you sigh and Stiles loosens his grip on your shoulders, “You’re not going to listen to me, are you?” his eyes wander towards Theo who smirks at him, obviously listening in on the conversation.

“No, I am listening Stiles, and I trust you and value your opinion more than anyone else’s, but this is important to me, I really, really like him and I wish you could tell me what’s so off putting about him so that I could get these crazy butterflies to stop but I just…”

“You can’t help the way you feel,” Stiles finishes for you and you nod.

“I’m not saying it’s okay, and you’re definitely going to see less of me…”

“Stiles, come on!” you plead.

“… BUT if you ever need me, if there is ever anything, if he does anything,” Stiles fumbles around, unable to find the right words. You hug him, tightening your arms around his waist, “I get it idiot”.

He kisses your forehead before pulling away, “Well I better get t- WHOA DUCK Y/N!” he shouts and you turn just in time to see the ball spiralling towards your terrified face before a hand catches it inches away from hitting you.

“Careful boys, that’s my girl!” Theo yells towards the players before turning to face the two of you, “You too Stiles, next time you want to “catch up”, don’t drag her somewhere she’s going to get hurt.”

Stiles scowls before walking to join Scott and Lydia on the bleachers.

“So where am I taking you for dinner?” Theo asks, slipping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his side.“Seriously, anywhere that is not on this field is fine with me,” you laugh nervously, eyeing the field.

“Really? Even the cafeteria?” Theo grins, “Classy, but I think they’re closed after school hours” you retort.


The date was better than the 100 times you had planned it in your head over the past few days. Theo was smooth and his hands didn’t clam up half as much as yours did, and when you embarrassedly pulled away and apologized for your overly sweaty, clammy hands, he simply pulled them back into his and rolled his eyes.

As Theo drove you home, the night replayed in your mind. Sure, you had only known each other a few weeks, but from the day you met he had constantly flirted; something you weren’t completely oblivious to but you didn’t want to make assumptions either. He finally asked you out after light hearted flirting almost every day and everything felt so easy with him; in fact, telling Stiles was probably the hardest part.

“So were you scared?” Theo interrupts your thoughts.

“Well, I was a little freaked out you might get grossed out by my hands which obviously contain the entire Pacific Ocean in them but I think I’m okay now,” you laugh.

HA HA,” he says sarcastically, “I mean, when you found out about all this supernatural stuff, were you scared?”

“Well, yeah it was pretty crazy seeing Scott turn into a wolf. I literally didn’t show up at school for 2 whole weeks. When I did, he and Stiles cornered me into the boy’s locker room and tried to explain things, but, what with me and my sweaty hands and the crying, it didn’t go so well. We actually got pulled into Coach Finstock’s office when he saw me running out of the locker room, followed by them and assumed the worst. But, I did cover for them, and I did let them explain with the distance of a large stick between us of course. It’s been about a year since then and sometimes it’s pretty hard to get my head around things but it’s okay now,” you explain, feeling out of breath after telling the story.

 “So, not scared?” he laughs.

“No. Fucking terrified.”

“Wait, did you say you held a stick out between you and them? What were you planning to do? Poke him? He’s a werewolf for god’s sake!”He looked over at me, placing one hand In mine, “Maybe I’ll have to teach you to take care of yourself against all these scary werewolves,” he laughs softly, squeezing your hand.

“I can take care of myself,” you reassure him, “But that was cute Theo.”

He finally pulls up at your house, following you to the door and you feel your hands begin to sweat once again.

“God, this is so embarrassing,” you mumble, clenching your hands into fists.He slips his hands into yours and lets them dangle by your sides, “Why do you get like that?” he smiles at you, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, it just happens when I’m nervous I guess.”

“And what are you nervous about right now?” he smirks and you swallow hard.“Well you did the whole walking me to the front door thing which means you’re probably going-“

“To do this,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you softly, moving one hand to cup your face.

“Yeah,” you mumble, unable to control your idiot like grin.“Well, I’m going to go now before I drown in your hand sweat,” he laughs and you punch his shoulder playfully despite being incredibly embarrassed about it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow y/n!” he yells from the car, and you wave before disappearing into your house, your heart uncontrollably pounding against your chest.


“Theo, I don’t understand, what – what are you doing?” you cry as he pulls you through some underground tunnels and pushes you into a room with a large gate guarding the doorway.

“Y/N, listen to me!” Theo shouts, as you try to push past him, screaming as loud as you can before he clasps a hand around your mouth.

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!” he yells and you nod quietly, terrified, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“If you stay here, you live. Stiles will find you. If you leave here, you’re dead. If you listen to me then maybe once this is all over, you’ll understand… but even if not, I can’t say I care, you were never part of the plan anyway,” he whispers, his eyes dark.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, but if you so much as make a sound, you’ll regret it,” he says harshly, before smirking, “And would you look at that, your hands are all sweaty, nervous are we?” he asks rhetorically.

As soon as his hand lifts away you continue to scream and struggle in his grasp, but Theo merely looks amused.“Watch her, do what needs to be done, if she ends up collateral damage it’s her own damn fault,” he says to a boy who appears behind him from the tunnels.

“You mean, kill her?” the boy stutters, and Theo looks up annoyed.

“I’ll make things easier,” he sighs, pulling a knife out of his pocket and jabbing it into your side before pushing you into the arms of the boy.You stop screaming and stare at Theo, clutching your side and wincing, wishing more than anything that you had listened to Stiles about him.“I told you you’d regret not shutting up,” he sighs.

His eyes linger on your face momentarily before he disappears back into the tunnels and you wonder if anything that had happened between the two of you was real at all.

The boy lets you drop to the floor and picks up a pipe, “Don’t try anything,” he says, his voice shaking.Your eyes were starting to blur and you knew if you stayed longer you wouldn’t be able to warn the others, so as you see the boy check his phone you make a run for the door, but fall short as you feel the pipe hit the back of your head before blacking out.


You wake up to see Sheriff Stilinski on the floor across the room, you try to call out but your voice remains stuck in your throat, so you slowly drag yourself toward him, before placing your hand below his chest where he looks like he’s been jabbed with a knife as well.

“Sheriff Stilinski,” you mumble, staring at the bloody mess, looking around to see no one was holding you hostage anymore.You move your hand to the back of your head only to realise you were bleeding from there as well. Hot tears stream down your cheeks as you try to wake the sheriff, only to be interrupted by a familiar voice.

“DAD!” You hear the voice in the doorway, your eyes finally focusing on Stiles who was staring at you in shock. You’re filled with relief before you notice the expression on his face.

“What- WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!” he yells at you, shaking his dad.

“No, Stiles…” you try to say but his voice overpowers your own.He lifts his dad and places his arm around his waist, struggling to drag him out.

“Stiles,” you call out, wincing.

He turns to stare at you momentarily before continuing to walk away.

“Stiles, please don’t leave me here,” you sob.

 “If anything happens to him, you’re dead to me, and Theo, he’s just dead,” he spits, tears running down his face as he too disappears into the tunnels.


Request:  since you’ve written some dark stuff can you maybe write an imagine where Brendon’s girlfriend gets kidnapped because he was late to a date and she was waiting outside and a few months later he finds her being raped by her kidnapper and he saves her?

A/n: I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t follow the request precisely. I had to make it seem a little more plausible.I also was kinda vague, I didn’t want to upset anyone. (Disclaimer!) These types of stories aren’t for everyone, so please don’t read it if these themes makes you uncomfortable. I write what I want to, so don’t try to tell me to do otherwise. This is my warming. 

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Was it wrong? To want to create a distance to have some time to think? Some time to process his bold confession? Some time to sort these feelings out? As much as you wanted to deny it, not wanting to admit to it, you were affected by those words. The words, I like you. The words that seeped into your dreams. The words that made you relive his confession over and over again.

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Movies - [Isaac Lahey] [Requested]

* I’m sorry, it’s past 2am and I wanted to finish this but I’m tired so it’s really bad, I couldn’t find my words. I’m sorry :( . *

You tried to open the front door as silently as you possibly could since it was pretty late and you didn’t want to wake Melissa up if she could have a few hours of rest between two shifts at the hospital.

Scott and Isaac were supposed to be home too, you lived with them since you had no where else to go, Scott was one of your best friends. As for Isaac, well, you were starting to know him pretty well and you kind of liked him, but from what you had overheard while Scott and Isaac were arguing is that he spent (too much) time with Alison, Scott’s ex-girlfriend.

You closed the door behind yourself, the house was in the dark except from some flashing colors coming from the living room and some voices.

You stepped in and saw Isaac, lying on one of the couches, a blanket over him, watching TV.

“Hey” He said, when he saw you.

“Hey… Is everyone asleep already ?” You asked.

“Nah, Melissa went back at work and Scott is out with Stiles for some business that is obviously not mine and I apparently couldn’t help them with anything.” He answered, slightly upset.

You couldn’t help but smile at seeing him jealous like that.

“What are you watching?” You asked, looking at the TV.

“Nothing in particular… ” He answered, absently.

You walked to the other couch facing him, and sat down, taking your shoes off while you untied your hair.

“Can we watch a movie or something?” You asked, looking over at him.

He seemed to only notice that you were sitting there and jumped a little, quickly sitting back up.

“Ya, what do you want to watch?” He asked, scrolling the TV menu for some movie to rent.

You stayed silent, watching him scroll through the categories of movies.

“Oh, there’s the notebook.” He said, as he had found some kind of treasure.

“The Notebook?” You repeated, with an amused smile.

“Yeah, Lydia says every girl likes this movie.” He answered, looking back at you to check if she was right.

“Well, I like it but that’s not exactly what I had in mind…”

He seemed surprised.

“Can we watch something scary ?” You asked.

He looked at you again, as if he was trying to make sure you weren’t joking.

“Yeah, sure… What kind? Haunted house, crazy serial killer or giant spiders ?” He asked once he realized that you were serious.

“Whatever.” You answered and let him pick the movie.

He chose the crazy serial killer option, a group of teenagers going camping, telling each other horror stories around the fire before going to bed and everyone just ending up dying one by one, classical.

You shivered and somehow, Isaac’s supernatural senses caught you.

“Are you scared?” He asked, with a smirk as a girl started screaming on TV.

“No… Just cold” You answered, you looked around for another blanket but Isaac already had the only one.

“You can come here, we can share” He said.

“Actually, I’d rather have you come here.”

“Why?” He asked

“Because my couch is against a wall, yours is against nothing, it’s all dark and creepy behind you.” You admitted.

He laughed but he moved and came sit beside you, covering your legs and his with the blanket.

“You know that… If there was a psychopathic killer or anything like that in this house I would know it, and probably easily kill it, right?” He whispered.

“Would you fight it if all it wanted was me ?” You asked him.

“Of course. And it might actually happen, they always want the pretty girls first.”

You smiled and tried to focus your attention back on the TV but it was pretty hard to not look at Isaac instead. After all, you had never been that close to him before.

Your fascination for him was probably the reason why another girl screaming on TV made you jump, you didn’t see it coming.

Isaac didn’t take his eyes off the TV but you saw a smile on his face as he pulled the blanket over you.
His hand found yours under the cover. He didn’t take it but you felt his thumb tracing light circles over the top of your hand and it calmed you down for a while.

The movie kept going. You weren’t that scared anymore, or maybe you were, although everything happening on screen was so predictable.

The group of teenagers was up to four, all frightened in their tents in the woods, in the middle of nowhere as some had witnessed the death of their friends and some had only heard the screams. The killer wasn’t anywhere around and they were pretty sure they were saved now. Their was a boy and his girlfriend in one of the tents and they started making out, simply happy to be alive.

“Oh come on, who does that? Make out when you are scared ? When all your friends died in creepy ways around you ?” You exclaimed, making Isaac laugh.

“Making out when you are scared must help actually.”

“Yeah, well, to bad because that’s exactly how they are going to die.” You answered, as the girl on screen started taking her clothes off.

You watched them kiss, getting naked, always expecting for some killer to interrupt them and slash their throats but it kept going on without anything happening, it went pretty far, you could see a lot more than what you’d expected, horror movies aren’t for kids and obviously they took advantage of that while shooting it.
You saw a whole sex scene before the camera switched to the two other teenagers in another tent getting killed. You felt relieved, although them dying wasn’t that prettier to watch, but watching some people have sex on TV while sitting right beside the guy you had a crush on was quite embarrassing.

“Are you still scared?” Isaac asked you, in a whisper, with a smirk as the screen got back to the two teenagers kissing.

“Not really.” You answered, feeling his fingers brush against your arm.

“To bad… We could have tried their technique.” He said, with a grin.

This is when you realized that he knew exactly the effect that he had on you and how you felt about him. You felt outraged. He only wanted to tease you.

“Yeah, that’s to bad… But it was a good idea, I guess I’ll have to try it alone if I am scared during the night.” You replied, your eyes fixed on the TV as he turned to look at you with a shocked face.

“Yeah well, you know, my door is always open.” He answered, in all seriousness, staring at you.

You smiled but kept your eyes on the TV, knowing that you would give up that game if you saw the way that he was looking at you now,

“I’ll try to not be too loud then.”

“You can be as loud as you want” He answered right away, his eyes and all his attention fixed on you.

You stayed silent, watching the movie til the end while you knew Isaac was completely obsessing over you and you were enjoying that.

“Let’s watch something else” You said, switching through the channels until you found an old soap.

It was over dramatic and as predictable as an horror movie is, but it didn’t matter, you were the one teasing Isaac now.
You ran your hand up his thigh, stopping before touching the hard bulge he had under his jeans from thinking of you pleasing yourself alone.

He left out a groan when you took your hand away.

“Am I bringing the wolf out of you ?” You asked amused.

“That would take a little more…” He answered, looking at you with his eyes full of lust , slowly moving his face close to yours.

He got closer and closer, and just before his lips touched yours, you closed your eyes, expecting him to kiss you but all he did was lightly touch them before moving away, leaving you in need.
You climbed over him, your legs on each side of him and he looked at you with an already victorious smile.

You leaned down, pressing your lips against his neck but not kissing him, still refusing to be the one giving the first kiss, slowly moving up to his jaw. His eyes were closed and he started breathing heavily, always excepting a kiss but never getting it.

You felt his hands moving from your knees up your thighs, leaning towards you, his head against your chest, you could feel his warm breath going down your shirt, you thought that he was going to kiss your skin, just where your shirt ended, but he didn’t.

You moved your hands from his shoulders, one finding its way under his white shirt, pressing against his chest while the other only lightly pressed on the hump between his legs.

He sighed, his breath brushing your skin from your chest down your stomach.
You felt one of his hands slowly moving to your inner tight and you held your breath. It felt like you needed him so badly there but yet, he wasn’t even touching you.

You pressed on the hump harder and he moved his head away from you to face you, you kept your hand pressed there as you felt his thumb pushing against you, exactly where you wanted him and you finally started breathing again, your lips finding his, not even knowing who gave up first.

You closed your arms around his neck, pulling him in a deeper kiss, so eager to have him against you.
His hands moved under your shirt over your hips and he held your waist, kissing you harder.

You broke the kiss to get up, not even turning off the TV, you ran upstairs, knowing that Isaac was following you closely.

You pushed the door of your room, taking your shirt off and unbuttoning your pants. Isaac arrived, his hands on your waist from behind, he pulled you against his body and you could feel his naked chest against your back. He kissed your neck, moving his foot to close the door behind him.

You turned around in his arms, your hands reaching for his face to make him bend over so that your lips could reach his once again. He kissed you back, pushing you back until your back hit your wooden chest of drawers.
His hand brushed the surface, your jewelry and makeup falling from the top of the chest on the floor so that he could sit you up on it, you were at the perfect height for him that way.

He took your jeans off, kissing you again before unbuttoning his pants, freeing his erection. You moved yourself to the edge to give him better access. As he kissed your neck, he slowly took your panties off and without a warning, he rammed his dick in you.

You had wanted it so bad, it didn’t even seem painful. You were so eager to finally take him in that your body was more than ready for this.
He was thrusting in you and your eyes were fixed to his, he was sending waves of pleasure inside of you and you were looking at him, realizing that you probably had way more than a simple crush on him.

His thrusts got quicker, you closed your arms around his neck, holding yourself to him. His hands were holding your thighs, you weren’t even really sitting on the chest anymore, he was strong enough to hold you up against him.

You came, holding on to him even tighter as you heard him groan and come too. You pressed your lips against his temple, leaving a soft kiss as he took a few steps back with you in his arms to lay you down on your bed.

On the next morning, when Scott was supposed to wake you and Isaac up for school, he found you both deeply asleep in your bed. At first you were embarrassed but Scott seemed genuinely happy about it, probably because that meant he could have Alison back for himself now.


I’d Rather Not Get Arrested, Thanks

Summary: It’s midnight, just a few weeks before Phil Lester’s birthday, and his boyfriend is stressing out about making the perfect gift. Phil decides to take Dan out for a night to cheer him up, and… maybe that means doing some illegal things. (Or, a punk!au in which they do graffiti)

Warnings: Okay, yikes. Fear of death, panic attacks, lotsa swearing, mentions of homophobia and other gross disapproving shit. I think that’s it 

Disclaimer: The panic attack mention in this story is based on my experiences only. Panic attacks aren’t like that for everyone; mine just make me freeze up, snap at people, and give me trouble breathing.

Word Count: 6,815

Look at me, I’m finally posting something. (If there’s mistakes, lemme know, I’m just tired of reading this lmao)

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title: Boxed In 
word count: 2008 
prompt: Jackson + his punching bag in got7′s If I Do MV (please watch & support it!) - Jackson, a competitive boxer keeps to himself, until the day he meets you and his heart – and world – open up. 
note: the MAD SERIES will be a one shot series for each of the members of got7 based on their role in their music video, If I Do

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.

He kept telling himself over and over again to not get involved, but he couldn’t leave you that first night you met. The music was blaring, just like any house party, but it wasn’t loud enough to block out the yelling between you and a guy.

“Just — leave me alone, seriously,” you said, pushing him away. You tried to be nice at first, but you could smell the alcohol in his breath as he grabbed your arm, pulling you in close.

“Why,” he said slyly. You tried to break free, but you couldn’t, so you did what anyone else would have done: yelled.

“Get — off — of — me!” you yelled, pushing him away hard. Good thing he was too drunk to have any real strength, but you could see his eyes turning angry and he plunged for you until —

“HEY!” Jackson bellowed. He rushed toward you, pushing off the guy he recognized from his boxing team off of you. “Let her go,” Jackson says, pinning him against the wall.

“I didn’t mean anything,” he says, throwing his hands up in defense.

“Yeah, yeah, just leave her alone, okay?” Jackson says loud enough for everyone else to hear, “Seriously.”

Just because they were on the same boxing team didn’t mean that they were both equally strong — everyone knew not to mess with Jackson. You could see his arms even through his sleek black knit sweater, and the fierce look in his eyes when he was mad wasn’t something anyone wanted to mess with.

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anonymous asked:

Clarke and Lexa at a haunted house?

I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!

“You are about an inch away from becoming a human koala, Clarke.”

“It’s cold.”

“I told you to bring your jacket.”

“You always tell me to bring a jacket.”

“Because you are always cold.” Lexa sighs, leaning to the side to glance toward the front of the long line. They are finally nearing the entrance to the haunted house, and she is grateful, because Clarke is trembling in the cold and the guy behind them smells like a flooded brewery and a burning pot field smashed into one. “I’ve been living with you for three years. I know you better than you know you.”

“I know me pretty well,” Clarke says, pressing her cold nose to Lexa’s cheek and bouncing on her heels to try to keep warm.

“And I know you even better.”

“Whatever,” Clarke grumbles. “Is the line moving?”

“At a snail’s pace, but yes,” Lexa says, smiling and turning to press a cold kiss to Clarke’s forehead. “Are you ready to scream your head off?”

“Ha.” Clarke snorts and pokes Lexa’s side. “I never scream.”

“You always scream.”


“Every year.”

Every year? Really?” Clarke drawls, and Lexa’s grin widens.

“Every year,” she confirms. “Really.”

“You scream too.”

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A/N: here’s a new one shot! Yayyy! I finished it at 2 in the morning because that’s when my mind is fully active. Lol. Also, thank you guys so much for liking my last one shot. The feedback has been incredible. :’) Hopefully, you guys love this one just as much. It’s quite silly and fun and happy. So, enjoy reading! xx

Word count: 2772


“How’s this?” Harry comes out of my narrow bathroom, dressed in a banana costume, with a real banana in his hand.

“No! I can still see your face. Everyone will recognize you since you’re Mr. Banana boy.” I tap my pen on my chin in thought.

Harry peels off the banana, and takes a big bite. He hums. “True true. You’ll wear this one, then.”

“No, I’ll wear your granny’s clothes, remember.”

“Why don’t I wear those?” Harry pouts.

“People have seen you wearing granny clothes before.”

“I’ll go naked then.” he smirks at me.

Hmm. Tempting, tempting. “No.”

He groans, taking the last bag on the floor in his hand.

“This is the last outfit.” I’m laying on my stomach in the middle of my bed, my feet are up, swinging in the air. Harry’s hand grabs my foot midair, leans down and pecks my toes with his lips. I yelp.

“If you don’t want another kick in the nose, I’d rather you leave my foot alone.” I warn him, giggling. The last time he did this, his nose ended up bleeding. I accidentaly kicked him so hard when he tickled his nose up my foot. I felt really bad after it.

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High school senior Peeta visits his older brother at college and gets ridiculously drunk. The next morning, he wakes up next to a pretty girl and can’t remember a thing. (This is a very misleading summary.)

Even though Rye was a junior at Panem University, Peeta had never visited. He had never been invited. It wasn’t until Peeta’s senior year of high school, after he received an acceptance letter to every college he had applied to, that their father suggested Peeta spend the weekend at Panem U.

By this point, Rye lived off campus in a two family house with at least five other guys—Peeta had trouble keeping track of who lived there and who was just crashing—but Rye promised to give Peeta a tour and a glimpse of college life. Or at least that was what he had said to their father over the phone.

Mr. Mellark hoped an overnight stay would help Peeta make up his mind. Peeta had already done overnights at two other universities and was no closer to making a decision than he had been back in October when he submitted his applications.

When Peeta showed up on a Friday afternoon, a couple of hours after school let out, Rye greeted him with a wicked grin.

“Tonight you’re going to get the real college experience,” Rye said. “None of that watered down, pre-approved by the administration crap.”

Even though Peeta and Rye had never really gotten along well, Peeta was excited.

When Peeta woke up the next morning hugging a toilet bowl, he realized he had made a terrible mistake in listening to his brother.

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ok, these stories really freaked me out so I warn you not to take anything you’re about to read too seriously:

I just spat out a tooth that wasn’t mine.

My mommy told me never to open the basement door but I wanted to see what was making that noise down there, it kind of sounded like a puppy and I’ve always wanted a puppy so I opened the basement door and just tiptoed down a little bit, I just wanted a peek at the puppy is all.

I didn’t see a puppy and then Mommy came and yanked me back upstairs and yelled at me to never go down there again, never never never. Mommy had never yelled at me before so I was scared and I cried and she said honey I’m sorry and gave me a cookie.

It was chocolate-chip which is my favorite, and I felt better so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making that sad puppy noise or why he had no hands or feet.

When I was a child, sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and find my mother sitting on the edge of my bed. I would begin to say something, but she would put her finger to her lips to shush me.

Every time I would start to cry and when she would hear my father coming down the hall, she would slip silently off the bed onto all fours and crawl back into the closet.

I’ve been lying down for hours now. It’s 5:35 AM and there’s not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can’t help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I feel paralyzed with fear.

Here’s the thing, the second i make any hint that I’m not asleep anymore, I’m completely fucked. I will die and there’s nobody around to save me. I’ve been trying ot think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping my neighbors hear me. It’s risky, but if i stay here, I’ll surely die. He’s waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.

You’re probably wondering what’s going on, I get ahead of myself sometimes.

About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house, I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom, instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could’ve gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my rom, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.

But I heard the bathroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing, it walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.

It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands upon the wall, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil’s pentagram on it. This thing had made what it probably would call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.

It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don’t want to look at it, because it’s terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see, before I’m killed.

I peek at the creature’s masterpiece.

“I know you’re awake.”


It was the 2nd of January, 2:04 AM. I woke up to a knocking on the door. One knock every 3 seconds. I slipped on my slippers and walked down the stairs. As I walked down, the knocking on the door got faster, almost like a heartbeat. When I got to the door, the knocking stopped, I looked outside and nobody was there.

I went back up to my room and went back to bed, thinking it was just some kids playing a prank. At 4:21 AM I woke up to the front door slamming shut. I jumped, terrified. I looked over at my frosted window to find “smile” written all over it in the frost. I grabbed my phone next to me, ready to call 911, only to find a message written on it saying “I told you to smile”. I cried and ran for my life running outside.

As soon as I got outside I knocked on my neighbors house across the road. They answered and held me while I sobbed. They phoned the police. At exactly 5:42, the police came to my neighbors house after an extensive search of my house. They told me there had been no evidence at all of anyone in my house other than me. The messages on the window were gone, same with my phone. They told me to get some sleep and advised me to see the doctor about stress and anxiety problems. Fuck that. I knew what happened to me was real.

The following evening, after spending the day at my neighbors, I went home. I went up to my bedroom and set up a camera. It was aimed at my bedroom door and my bed. I set it to record and went to sleep. Thankfully, I slept through the night. However, as I watched the footage, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

At 3 in the morning, something crawled out from under my bed. It was a completely naked, anorexic man. He stood  up and looked at me on the bed. He did so for another hour, not moving at all. Then he moved. He walked over to the camera until his face took up the whole shot. He was extremely pale and had bulging veins all over his head. His eyes were completely black, with a huge smile on his face. He stared at the camera for another two hours, not blinking, just slightly twisting his head every now and again.

After two hours of him staring went past, he walked back over to my bed and crawled back under. I skipped the video forward until it showed me getting up and walking over to the camera. The video finished. I was frozen with fear. The video showed him going back under, but not leaving. Whatever it was, it was still there.

I looked through the peephole of my front door. There had been a noise on the other side and it was 3:00 in the morning. My wife and two baby daughters were all sleeping soundly upstairs. As I peeped through I saw a man staring back at me.

He then turned and walked upstairs as I desperately searched for my house key.

Accident // Matt Espinosa

Can you do an imagine where your dating Matt and he breaks up with you cause he finds out you lost it to Sammy and not him. And you get hurt and Sammy visits you at the hospital and Matt gets jealous and makes up with you. 


“Seriously, Y/N, you lost it to Sammy?” Matt asked.

“What? How do you know that?” I asked.

“I read your little journal thing!” he said.

“Matt what the hell, why would you read that it’s old and stupid!” I said.

“And it’s an invasion of my privacy, why would you do that?” I asked.

“Because I thought you had nothing to hide,” he said.

“I wasn’t hiding it, it’s just in the past and not important,” I said.

“You said you were in love with him! And you never felt closer and were sooo happy!” Matt shouted.

“Matt that was a long time ago! I dated him, I’m sorry, okay? Why does it matter it’s not like I’m cheating or anything, so what if I was in another relationship before you?” I asked, raising my voice as well.

“Because I thought you’d at least respect yourself enough not to lose it to a fuck boy!” he said.

“Hey! Sammy’s not a fuckboy!” I said.

“Oh so now you’re defending him?” he asked.

“Obviously! He’s my friend and you’re hating on him for something that wasn’t even his fault and shouldn’t matter! You’re completely over reacting!” I said.

“Did you love him?” he asked.

“I thought I did, yeah,” I said.

“But I’m with you now, why do you care so much? It’s not a big deal it was stupid,” I said.

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” he said.

“Okay, you know what? I’m leaving,” I smiled as I walked out the door of his house into the dark night with rain pouring down, and he followed me out.

“Gonna go run to Sammy?” he asked.

“Fuck you,” I scoffed.

“We’re done, Y/N,” he said.

“You know? You’re so pathetic. I cannot believe you’re ending our relationship just because I had sex with someone else before you. Whatever, I don’t need someone like you getting mad over something I did in the past. You know, I love you Matt, and you’re a dumbass!” I yelled as I backed into the street.

“Y/N, be careful!” he shouted.

“Don’t talk to me!” I said.

“No seriously, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!” he called. I turned to my right and saw bright lights before everything went black.


I opened my eyes and squinted because of the bright light that was shining in my face. I groaned as I looked around me, seeing I was in a hospital bed.

“Y/N! How are you feeling?” the doctor asked me.

“Confused, in pain,” I said, chuckling a little.

“You were hit by a car and have been in unconscious for a few hours. Three broken ribs, torn shoulder and a collapsed lung. You needed immediate surgery so we performed it earlier. You are expected to make a full recovery,” he said.

“I have given you a pain killer so you can be comfortable,” he said. I nodded, still sort of confused. Right away I remembered the fight with mad, making me instantly even more sad.

“Are my parents here?” I asked.

“We called them, but they can only get a flight here tomorrow,” he said. I nodded again.

“But there is someone here for you in the waiting room, if you would like to see them?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said. He walked out of the room and then I saw Sammy walk in, smiling when he saw me.

“Hey Sam,” I smiled.

“Hey you, are you doing okay?” he asked.

“I guess so,” I shrugged.

“I was so worried, thank god you’re okay, pretty scary stuff” he said.

“I barely remember it,” I laughed.

“But I heard what happened with Matt and uh, I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“It’s fine, at least I’m not dead, right?” I joked.

“Too soon, Y/N,” he laughed.

“Sorry, sorry,” I chuckled. I shut my eyes and smiled.

“I can leave if you just wanna sleep or whatever,” he said.

“No, stay,” I said as I turned to him and grinned, which he returned. Despite him being my ex, Sammy was one of my best friends. We were best friends before we dated, so our friendship was never lost, which I am very happy about. The door opened and I looked and saw Matt standing there. His jaw clenched as he stepped in. I was expecting him to walk out. Sammy looked back at him, then at me.

“I’ll give you guys a sec, I’ll be back,” he smiled to me as he pat my head and walked passed Matt and out of the room.

“You better not fucking say a smart comment about Sammy or be jealous or anything because he’s being a good friend,” I snarled as I stared at the wall in front of me. Matt sat next to me and I heard him take a deep breath.

“No, I, I just wanted to apologize, for everything. This is my fault and it should be me in the hospital because you’re right, I was being pathetic and acting like a total dumbass,” he said.

“Yeah, you were,” I said.

“Please Y/N, just hear me out. I just got jealous and upset that you went that far with him, and I guess I was just worried you still had feelings since he was like your first real boyfriend. I don’t know, I shouldn’t have read your personal things or totally freaked out over nothing. I know you love me and I’m really really sorry,” he said.

“You’re forgiven,” I said simply.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, I can’t lose you over something stupid like this,” I smiled.

“Thank you, thank you,” he whispered. I carefully turned over and pulled him closer, pressing my lips to his.

“I love you,” he smiled.

“I love you too, now go let poor Sammy back in,” I laughed as I pushed him towards the door.

Your First // Scott McCall Imagine

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Request: Scott McCall? Close friends since toddlers &in the pack etc & she’s never been kissed, on a date or anything else & it’s cause no ones ever really asked her (maybe thinking her & scott together?) She’s quite bubbly & happy & a open person. 1day she & Lydia are talking about relationships (she’s not clueless & still helps we friends just not with her own experience) & Scott overhears about her total lack & hes been crushing on her for yrs so finally decides to ask her out&the pack help him plan an adorable date for her?

Warnings: N/A

Author’s Note: Yo sorry babe, I changed the date part up because I just suck at writing date scenes unless I’m told exactly what to write, idk why lol. So instead, they try to help him plan how to tell her he likes her.

There’s also so much damn dialogue in this imagine, so…


“I mean it’s getting ridiculous at this point,” Lydia rolls her eyes while talking to (Y/N), “We exchanged numbers and he still hasn’t texted me. What should I do?” Lydia gives (Y/N) an extremely desperate and pleading look.

(Y/N) smirks at her friend, “Well first, remember it’s not the end of the world. You can’t let this guy bring you down this much. But look, if you really like him, I would text him first. Maybe he’s just nervous to talk to the Lydia Martin.”

“You think so?” Lydia ask while smiling.

She nods, “Yeah, I do. Go for it.” 

Lydia nods and opens her locker, putting her books inside. “Has this ever happened to you? Well I’m sure every girl’s been through this. Guys suck.”

(Y/N) shakes her head, “No nothing like it, actually.”

Lydia furrows her eyebrows, “What? Nothing?”

(Y/N) plays with her fingers. She looks around the hallway making sure no one can hear her, but little does she know that Scott is around the corner and can hear everything. “I’ve never actually been on a date…” she shrugs.

Lydia slams her locker shut and looks at (Y/N) in disbelief. “What?”

“I’ve never been on a date. I’ve…well I’ve never even kissed a guy.”

Shock is written all over Lydia’s face. “Well that’s just implausible. You’re-well you’re-you’re you.”

(Y/N) looks at Lydia confused.

“I just mean that you’re perfect!”

(Y/N) smiles her usual happy smiles at her friend. “Thank you. But it’s fine. Everything will happen eventually. Maybe it just hasn’t been the right time.”

Lydia smiles, “I will never get how you’re so damn optimistic. But I seriously can’t even imagine how this is possible,” Lydia thinks pondering but then a light bulb goes off, “Oh…””

“What?” (Y/N) ask.

“It’s nothing.” Lydia turns away from her.

“Lydia, tell me.” 

“Well…a lot of people think you and Scott are a thing, so that’s probably why guys don’t really bother.”

(Y/N)’s eyes slightly widen and she becomes bashful. 

“Oh my god,” Lydia smirks looking at (Y/N)’s face, “You like him!”

“Lydia! Shut up!” (Y/N) hits Lydia’s arm and looks around making sure no one noticed what she said.

“Admit it, then. Or I’ll scream it. And we both know my scream is the opposite of quiet. You’ve got three seconds.” (Y/N) just looks every where but Lydia’s eyes, trying to somehow admit that she’s crushing on the alpha.

“One…two…three.” Lydia takes in a deep breath of air, ready to let the banshee inside of her free, but before she can, (Y/N) presses her hand against Lydia’s mouth.

“Ok, I like Scott! There!”

“For how long?” Lydia ask curiously as she smiles.

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, “We’ve been friends forever. He was my childhood crush and I guess it just grew. But it’s dumb, he doesn’t like me.”

“You sure about that?” Lydia ask.

“Yeah he just doesn’t,” The bell cuts their conversation short, “I’ll see you later.” (YN) smiles at her friend and leaves to walk to class. 

“Alright Scott, you can come out now.” 

Scott peeks his head out, “How’d you know I was there?”

“I saw your foot. For someone who saves this town from the supernatural world, you’re not all that slick. I have to get to class but in the mean time, you should plan how you’re gonna tell (Y/N) you like her.” Lydia smirks.

Scott instantly blushes and coughs, “Is it that obvious?”

“Well you stare at her every pack meeting, every time we hang out, every lunch, every-”

“Ok, I get it.” Scott blushes.

Lydia leaves Scott to go to class but turns around before she get too far. “Don’t screw this up, Scott.” 


“What about with flowers?” Kira ask aloud to the pack, minus (Y/N), as they try to plan a way for Scott to confess to (Y/N) that he likes her. 

Lydia shakes her head, “No, that’s basic. It’s been done so many time.”

“Ok well what about with those giant bears? Girls like those right?” Stiles ask unsure.

“(Y/N) likes anything. She would be happy with anything, she’s always happy.” Malia points out.

“True,” Scott agrees, “But it has to perfect..like her.”

Stiles chuckles, “Well, if there’s one person I’m ok with Scott being whipped over it’s (Y/N). Come on guys, we’ll think of something.”

“I still can’t believe she doesn’t know you like her,” Malia says, “I mean you stare at her every class you have together, every lacrosse game, every time you see her in the hallway, every-”

“Yeah, thanks, I’ve been told.” Scott says sarcastically, looking at Lydia.


It’s 11:00 pm when (Y/N) gets a call from one of her favorite people. She smiles when Scott’s name appears on her screen.

“Hi.” (Y/N) answers

“Hi…” Scott trails off.

“You ok?” (Y/N) ask softly into the phone.

“Yeah,” Scott breathes, “Just a little nervous.”


“Come outside?” 

(Y/N) sits up in her bed, “What?”

“I’m outside your door.”

“Scott McCall, it’s 11:00 at night.” Scott smirks into the phone. (Y/N) always calls Scott by his full name when she’s very serious or he’s doing something crazy. He’s not sure if it’s one of those reasons right now or both.

“I know. Please come outside.”

“I’m in my pjs…”

“(Y/N), please get your cute butt outside or I’ll keep ringing your doorbell and wake your whole house up.”

(Y/N)’s face heats up and she’s so thankful that Scott can’t see her face through the phone. “I’ll be down in a second.”

“I’ll be here.” Somehow (Y/N) can feel Scott’s smile through the phone.”

(Y/N) puts on her closest pair of shoes and tries to go down her stairs as quietly as possible. This better be good. She opens her door and just as promised, her best friend is standing there. He looks her up and down her in her natural state, cuddled up in her pajama’s, and smiles.

“So you gonna tell me why you’re here this late?” (Y/N) ask, laughing lightly.

“Come on.” He takes her hand in his and they begin walking.

When they walk past Scott’s bike, (Y/N) is even more confused. “Where are we going?” 

“Not far.”

The two walk into (Y/N)’s backyard, into the small woods she has behind her house. (Y/N) holds Scott’s hand tighter. She tells herself it’s because the woods are scary at night, which is true, but she also just loves the way their hands fit together. Scott smiles to himself, a smile (Y/N) misses in the dark, because there’s no other hand he’d rather be holding. Suddenly, Scott stops walking and (Y/N) does the same.

“We’re here.” Scott says nervously.

She looks at Scott confused, pouting a little, and Scott thinks it’s adorable. “Where exactly is here?”

“Our tree.”

“Our wha-wait oh my goodness.” A smile starts to form on (Y/N)’s face and she looks at the tree they’re standing next to. “We haven’t been here since we were little…”

“Yeah,” Scott smiles, “We did everything out here.”

“Seriously…but why bring me back now?” (Y/N) ask curiously.

“Well…I’ve been wanting to tell you something, and the pack and I have been trying to plan a way to tell you but nothing was right, nothing was good enough.”

“You’re worrying me. Is it bad?”

Scott shakes his head. “No no no, not at all. Right here, when we were little, is where I realized something. This spot is where I realized I had a crush on you,” (Y/N)’s heart stops for a second, but Scott continues before she can say anything, “And as a little boy I was confused because you know, girls obviously had cooties,” (Y/N) laughs along with him, “But then as we grew, so did my crush. I know this isn’t the best way to tell you this. You deserve one of those amazing things where I confess I like you, and someone gets it on a video that goes viral on the internet. But this is real. This is where it all started. I like you, (Y/N), and I would love to be your first; your first date, your first kiss, your first boyfriend, and everything that comes after that.”

(Y/N), extremely taken back at Scott’s words, smiles and her heart rate increases. Her eyes widen when she realizes something. “Wait, did Lydia tell you about my total lack of experience? I told her that in confidence! This is so embarrassing.” She can’t help but hide her face in Scott’s chest and he wraps his arms tightly around her body.

Scott chuckles. “She didn’t tell me. I overheard.”

“Damn you and your wolf hearing,” she smiles and steps back a little from Scott’s embrace, enough to see his face, “How about we skip the first date and go straight to the first kiss?”

Scott looks into her eyes, and moves a strand of hair from her face. “Are you sure? I mean I wanted to make it special, you deserve it to be special.”

“This is special. Everything’s special as long as it’s with you.”

“You’re doing it again.” Scott smiles.

“Doing what?”

“You made me start liking you 10 years ago at this spot, and years later we’re back and you’re making me like you even more.”

(Y/N) blushes as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Scott?”

He wraps his arms tightly around her waist, “Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Scott nods while smiling. He leans in slowly and before they know it, their lips meet. And then a first kiss turns into a second, and a second into a third…


The Long Lost Friend [Draco x Reader] Part 10

Summary: Some problems get solved, some don’t. That’s life kids!(Look at me getting all sappy)

Word count: 2.2k

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What if he’s mad at me now? What if he told Snape and now my parents are in trouble? He wouldn’t tell Snape, right? Do I know him that good to say that? Probably not…

“Here you are! Let’s go to dinner,” Pansy said from the doorway.

“I’ve been here most of the day so I hope you didn’t have too hard of a time with looking for me,” you said back and looked at the girl over the book that was randomly lying on your hands.

“Oh how very witty!” Pansy sneered, “ Come on, get up!”

“I’m not hungry…”

“Didn’t ask! You can’t starve yourself, girl.” She started dragging you out from the bed.

“Okay, okay! No need to get all touchy feely!

“Oh shut up already, will you?” Pansy had a stupid smirk on her face. You tried to ignore it but when her facial expressions hadn’t changed once you got to the common room, you decided to ask her about it.

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How We Fell In Love

Strange Magic human au for @waitingxinxsilence @creeper-keaton

I: Homework and Movies

The deep throated growl that came from Bog when the teacher dismissed his analysis of philosopher Descartes’ theory of the mind and body issue was truly terrifying to hear. The whole classroom went quiet, so quiet you could hear Bog’s seething breath. Bog had claimed that Descartes stated that the soul and body are separate and they interact.

The teacher said this was proof of a soul, of a higher being, but Bog disagreed, claiming that more scientific evidence now pointed to the physicality of the mind and body and pointing out that such a leap from incomplete premises to conclusion was bad reasoning. Again, the teacher dismissed him. Bog snarled, stating that this was not the appropriate setting to be discussing religion in a senior philosophy class. The teacher had then told Bog to take his seat or he would be sent to the office.

Bog had started to feel his temper getting the best of him, not only was the teacher wrong, but to just dismiss him hit him in that secret insecure part of himself that he kept hidden with anger. Bog did not like being dismissed, ignored, made to feel like he was less than nothing.

Marianne was also siting in the back near Bog. She thought Bog was justified in being angry. They were here to talk philosophy, discuss it, not make assumptions about the soul.

Bog stood up. “You have a fucking agenda! This isn’t about teaching, this is about preaching!”

The teacher pointed. “Mr. King go to the principles office!”

Bog snarled, flipping his desk with a loud slam of the offending furniture against the floor making everyone in the class jump. Then he turned, his long jean clad legs taking him to the door. He yanked it open without a backwards glance, storming out, slamming the classroom door hard enough that the glass in the door fractured.

Everyone jumped as Bog exited. The teacher pressed his lips into a thin line, staring after the tall, dark student, then turned to the class. “Let us continue now that the disruption has left.”

Marianne stared at the door that Bog had exited through. She wanted to run after him, tell him that she agreed with him that she thought he was smart and attractive, but she didn’t. She stayed in her seat, cursing herself for being weak.

After class she jogged to the principle’s office to see if she could catch Bog. She hadn’t really spoken to him much since he became a student there; she had been involved with Roland at the time. Big fat headed stupid fucker, Roland. Whom she later found out was also dating the head cheerleader, a girl in the French club as well as two girls in the marching band. But Roland seemed to think because Marianne’s dad was the town’s local celebrity, having served as a senator, that Marianne was the girl he was meant to marry. The ass.

Marianne managed to avoid Roland, who was still pursuing her only to find out that Bog had been suspended and sent home. She inquired if anyone was going to be bringing him his homework since he had been suspended from now until the holiday break, a week and a half.

When she was told, no, no one would be bringing him his work, she decided to take it upon herself to get him his homework. It was not fair that such a smart guy should fall behind simply for disagreeing with a teacher. Even worse, it sucked that no one had taken the time to get to know him. When she went around to get his assignments making arrangements to pick them up from now until break, several students were shocked. Daryl, one of the triplets, looked startled. “You’re going to take him his homework? I mean, go where that giant insect lives?? You really think that is safe?”

Marianne rolled her eyes. Okay, maybe she was a little nervous, but she could do this.

Bog had arrived as a new student from Scotland earlier in the school year and as far as she knew, he had not made any friends. She had seen him a few times with a couple of people, Thaddeus, Stephanie and Brutus, all the kids that were seen as the weirdos of the school. She couldn’t say one way or another why everyone thought they were weird.

They seemed okay, just different. Roland would spend hours going on and on about how awful they were, making her stomach turn. But Bog…Roland despised Bog despite the fact she didn’t think they had ever exchanged more than a handful of words. Behind his back, Roland had lots to say about Bog.

Bog was dark and brooding, and very smart. He rode a motorcycle, wore a leather jacket, had the whole bad boy thing going on. He didn’t really talk to many people, but in classes he had a lot to say. She had not admitted to anyone, not even her sister Dawn, that she found him attractive, intriguing and he was quite smart, which was a major turn on for Marianne. He was everything that was the exact opposite of Roland.

She picked up his assignments the next day and at the last minute she decided to walk to his house after fibbing to her sister about going to the library to study. Marianne made her way to Bog’s house, his assignments shoved inside of her bag. Since it was fast approaching winter break, the temperature had gotten cold with it becoming dark a lot faster. She had not taken this into consideration when she decided to walk to his house. By the time she got there, the streetlamps had come on.

She called home to let her dad know she was at a friend’s house working on a project and not to worry, that they would drive her home. Yes, it was odd that she was working on a project on a Friday night, but it was the only time this friend was available. No Dad, she was almost eighteen, no she didn’t tell Dawn. Didn’t Dawn have plans tonight with Sunny?

Marianne grinned. That got her Dad sidetracked as she hung up looking at the house numbers. Except she had no idea exactly what she was going to do after dropping off Bog’s assignments, maybe take a taxi or the bus home?
After another half a block, she arrived at the address she had been given by the office secretary.

The house wasn’t anything special, a simple two story with a beat up looking car in the driveway. She could see Bog’s motorcycle inside the partly opened garage so she was at least sure she found the right place.

She made her way onto the porch and knocked on the door. After a second she heard a woman’s voice yell. “Boggy dear, would you go get that?”
“Mom, seriously!?”

That was Bog’s voice and it was rather cute to hear him not yelling in anger, but simple annoyance. The door opened and she blinked in surprise. Bog stood there in the door, a huge bowl of what smelled like freshly popped popcorn held against his waist.

His hair was mussed up, looking slightly damp from a shower and he was wearing a pair of pajama pants in blue plaid, a Deep Purple shirt that had seen better days and he was barefoot. He  looked nothing like the tall, thin, scary Bog that terrorized the school except for the nose and brilliant blue eyes. He blinked in surprise his bright blue eyes looked suddenly round, innocent and confused before the scowl settled back into place.

“What do you want?”

Marianne pressed her lips together into a thin white line. “Well, I brought you assignments. I thought you might not want to fall behind while you were suspended.”

Bog looked slightly confused as he glared at her. “Why did you do that?”

Marianne frowned and replied evenly. “Because I thought you might appreciate it, but if you’re going to yell at me, forget it!”

She turned to leave when she heard an older woman’s voice. “Bog, is she a friend of yours? Why don’t you come in, dear?”

Marianne turned to see an older woman that only came up to Bog’s hip. She had dark auburn hair just as Bog did. Marianne’s frown deepened, but she turned to walk back up the stairs. “I brought Bog’s assignments for while he is suspended.”

Bog sighed and rolled his eyes, but the small woman elbowed him. “Ah, so you are one of my Boggy boy’s school friends. I didn’t think he had any.”

Bog groused. “I don’t, Mom.”

“Would you like to come in? Bog and I were getting ready to have our movie night since Bog doesn’t go out with any friends. I bet he would love to watch some old horror movies with a school friend instead of his old mother.” Bog’s mother reached out and grabbed Marianne’s arm, pulling her inside. 

“Uh…I suppose I could stay for a movie.” Marianne smiled as Bog cursed under his breath, prompting his mother to smack his arm “Mom!!”

“I am going to head upstairs. You two enjoy the movie. Bog can give you a ride home afterward if you need it, dear. You two be good!”

Bog slumped watching his mother head up the stairs before he turned to glare at her. She only grinned, which made him look suddenly unsure as he stood there in his night clothes.

Marianne smiled. “So what movie were you going to watch?”

Bog sighed “ Army of Darkness.”

Marianne grinned. “I love that movie!”

Bog looked shocked. “ Really?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s great!”

Bog blushed. “Well, would you like to stay and watch it with me? “ He glanced up the stairs, “Doesn’t look like my mom is going to come back down anytime soon.”

Marianne blushed. That was when Bog really noticed her eyes, a liquid, warm, brown. “I would love to…”

Bog grinned. “Want a root beer?”

Soon they were sitting on the couch together, the bowl of popcorn between them as they leaned into each other laughing. They ate popcorn, occasionally throwing it at each other as they made fun of the movie. When the movie ended, Marianne asked, her eyes bright, “What else do you have?”

Bog grinned, looking nothing like he looked at school. He moved over to the television and then crouched down by the TV where there was a pile of  DVD’s. “I have the original Nightmare on Elm Street?”

Marianne clapped. “Perfect!! Let me call home, okay?”

She went out onto the porch to let her Dad know she was going to the movies and would be late and not to wait up. Her father complained a bit, but Marianne informed him that she was almost eighteen and responsible and he relented.
When she came back in Bog was back on the couch. He turned with a smile. “Want to order pizza?”

“Yes! That sounds great!” She came over and pounced onto the couch as Bog ordered them a large pepperoni. Soon they were well into their next movie, neither aware that they were sitting close to each other, his arm draped along the back of the couch with her leaning against him as they laughed at the movie. At one point Marianne dozed off, her head against his chest.

Bog shifted slightly so her head slipped down his lap. She murmured and snuggled against him. He was careful not to touch her as he stared down at this pretty little pixie girl who use to date the head of the football team who enjoyed silly horror movies and seemed to actually sorta like him, with her head on his lap. Oh, boy…

The Showers

Part 1

Every area in all parts of the world has those area-specific Urban Legends that just refuse to die. Whether the stories are about a haunted asylum on the outskirts of the city, a creature that lives in the nearby woods, or a ghost that haunts a lonely stretch of road outside of town, there is always a common thread within the tales; no one has ever been to these places, seen the creatures, or witnessed any hauntings with their own eyes.

There are members of every generation who will proclaim that they “know someone whose brother’s best friend’s sister went to that haunted house with thirteen floors that used real blood and snakes and spiders and is so scary that no one has ever made it all the way through.” Those same people will swear by these stories without ever being able to provide a shred of evidence or a name of someone who could provide proof of the claims simply because “everyone around here knows that it’s a true story”. The storytellers eventually pass the tales onto their children, who modify them just enough to keep up with changing times, and the cycle continues.

I’m as skeptical as anyone when it comes to these stories, seeing as I was like a junkie when I was younger, constantly searching for more terrifying stories about whatever area of the country I was living in at the time. I made up and spread stories about haunted pizza parlors in New York, my “cousin’s” encounter with the Jersey Devil, or how my “grandfather” encountered a feral, human-like demon creature in the woods of Colorado. I even broke the one rule with these stories by putting myself in them; this took guts, in hindsight, because I had to make sure that I always told them the same way. Surprisingly, no one ever called my bluff.

I like to think that I have had some wonderful contributions to various urban legends around the Midwest and northeastern states; I moved around a lot. There was always a surge of joy whenever I would wander the halls at school and hear one of my classmates retelling my stories to another one of their friends, adding little bits here and there like a massive game of telephone. I knew, of course, that the stories were complete fiction, but I stood my ground whenever someone asked me about them; I would even manage to act a little bit, speaking with a shaky voice or looking scared when I would recount a situation that I supposedly experienced myself.

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