We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

Request: could you do #18 from the prompt list pleease? :)

#18 from the new prompt list! (I love your writing btw its my favourite)

Summary:…… It’s a surprise.

Originally posted by gounderoos

Rain thrummed down on the roof in a steady, continuous beat. The scene outside had been fogged by a misty grey illusion displayed from the unfaltering, downpour. A comforting aura had been set since morning from the damp weather, and it was one that you lived, and lusted for the most. The pelting waterfall from the clouds blanketed you with relaxation and delight, as you sat in your window seat, hugged by an over size knitted sweater and warm glass of tea coaxed between your hands. Hours have ran by the clocks, but to you it felt like minutes since you’ve sat down and pondered out the picture window at the range of raindrops. You had not a care in the world, you could sit there all day gazing at everything and nothing for as long as it poured. 

Slipping past your attention, Peter had finally woken up and dragged himself out of the alluring bed you both shared, and slogged into the living room. He wiped the sleep out of his brown watery eyes with his palm, eager to clearly see your figure in the pale, gloomy light. His naked back pressed against the chilling, dark leather chair, tensing his muscles and yanking any drowsiness that remained in his system. He looked upon you, his love, sitting comfortably cross legged in a faded peach colored sweatshirt, and black knee high socks. The over sized fabrics kept most of your complexion hidden, except for a slit between the end of your socks and the hem of your shirt, daring Peter to try and look away. 

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Truth or Dare || Jughead Jones

Prompt: #97 Take off you’re shirt

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Underage alcohol usage, a little fluff, mild profanity

A/N: Sorry if it’s not what you wanted! 

You, Betty, Kevin, Archie and Jughead were all over at Veronica’s house sitting cross legged on the floor playing truth or dare. Veronica is a little tipsy because Kevin dared her to take a shot of tequila, Kevin also dared Archie to take a shot as well. This game has been going on for about an hour now and the dares only getting more and more adventurous.

“Hmm, I dare you to, put a bra on under your shirt,” Betty dares Kevin.

“I would rather die!” Kevin yells flabbergasted at the idea.

“Chicken!” you yell. Jughead rolls his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll do it!” Kevin yells.

After about 20 minutes of waiting Kevin returns to the living room wearing one of Veronica’s bras. We all break out laughing at the sight of Kevin, wearing a bra. Kevin rolls his eyes, crosses his arms over his chest and huffs out a frustrated breath.

“Y/N it’s your turn. Truth or dare?” Kevin asks.

“Hmm, can I pass I didn’t even want to play this in the first place,” You groan.

“Nope sorry. So truth or dare!” Betty chimes in.

“Fine I’ll play your stupid game.”

“Woah lose the attitude it’s just a game Y/N,” Jughead sighs.

“Whatever, I pick truth.”

“Okay, you’re going to regret this but, do you have a crush on anyone?” Kevin asks.

“Yes,” you mutter.

“Oooh who!” Veronica prods.

“The question was if I have a crush on anyone so that is my answer, Kevin never asked who,” you sneer.

Everyone but Jughead groans because of the suspense. Jughead looks around the room and anywhere but you. Betty and Veronica whisper and giggle to each other. Archie raises his eyebrows in Jugheads direction something must be going on over there. Kevin starts throwing out names of people you might have a crush on. Of course he doesn’t get it right, you have a crush on Jughead.

“Oh is it Reggie?” Kevin asks.

“First off, eww! Second off he’s a douchebag!” you spit.

“Okay then I’m stumped,” Archie whines.

You just roll your eyes and sit through Veronica and Betty rattle off names off celebrities. Archie and Kevin try to get the girls to shut up so they can continue the game.

“Okay Y/N, pick your next victim,” Veronica claps.

“Fine, Jughead. Truth or dare?”you inquire.

“Dare,” he mutters.

“Okay. Take off you’re shirt.” you snicker.

A rosy color floods his cheeks and his eyes widen at you. Everyone starts whispering and wondering if you have a crush on Jughead which is correct. Archie raises an eyebrow at you and this time you blush. Heat floods your face and you look away.

“I think Y/N likes Jughead,” Archie blurts in a singsong voice.

“Okay, kids party is over go home.” You hear the familiar voice of Hermione Lodge, Veronica’s mom.

People start whining and complaining about having to leave. You couldn’t be any happier to leave. Veronica’s mom came in at the perfect time sparing you from the embarrassment that was going to ensue. You quickly grab your things and walk quickly out of the door. Halfway to your car someone grabs your arm and spins you around.

“I never thought you would like me,” Jughead says.

Heat floods your face once again making you look like a tomato. “Look I don’t want to talk about this right now,” you mumble.

“Fine if you don’t want to talk about I guess you’ll never know that I like you too.”

“Did I just hear what I think you said because if I did-” Jughead cuts you off with a light kiss on your lips.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow!” he yells. Leaving you standing at your car smiling like an idiot.

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There's a lipstick stain on your shirt. Jealous and fierce Betty all the way

I’m all for that Betty, nonnie! Hope you like this! <3

47.   “There’s a lipstick stain on your shirt.”

“Oh, the remorseful husband returns.” Betty murmured with venom, violently changing the channel on the flat screen across her that she was far from watching. She could hear the door of their apartment click closed and then the casual muffling sound of coat and shoes being taken off before his lazy footsteps brought him to the dimly lit living room she was being suffocated in and internally screaming for an hour now.

“Hey, babe.” His easy-going smile found his lips at the sight of his beautiful wife, lounging in a loose t-shirt of his and a pair of tight yoga pants, the baby monitor on the side table on her right emitting the sounds of their son peacefully dreaming. “You’re still up? I thought you’d have gone to bed by now.” He popped open the top buttons of his dark blue shirt and plopped next to her, going in for a kiss only for him to come across thin air, as she turned her face away.

“Alright, is this about me not taking out the trash this morning?” Jughead sighed, already aware of their ongoing argument about how easily forgetful he was of that particular household chore. “I know you keep telling me every time and every time I forget but please is this such a big reason for us to go to bed angry at each other?” he tried to negotiate seeing as she kept staring at the muted TV with no desire in talking to him anytime soon.

“Betts, come on.” He urged her to communicate with him, like they always did with each other, dropping a light kiss on the shoulder the loose hem of his t-shirt left bare, only for her to squirm away from his touch and him to frown. “Is that not it? Am I forgetting something else?” he tried to work his mind around any other possible thing he might have done wrong but he found himself at a dead-end, clueless seeking her feminine assistance.

“What you keep forgetting is that I’m your wife.” She finally spoke slowly and in barely a whisper, her anger and stubborn tears threatening to come to surface.

“What?” Jughead spat in total confusion, bouncing his head back to take a better look at her profile.

“Where have you been all day today, Jughead?” she turned to face him for the first time, eyes stone cold upon his oblivious and worried ones.

He cleared his throat. “I had a meeting with Beck that got dragged a little out of our usual time schedule; I texted you earlier to let you know.”  He informed her casually his plans with his manager that she was already aware of, a little more casually and aloof than necessary, and Betty scoffed with a shake of her head.

“You do know that you can’t lie to me, don’t you?” she curled her arms defensively over her chest, eyes turning dark green with fury.

“I clearly don’t have a clue what you’re implying right now.” He maneuvered himself out of the situation cleverly, dropping back on the couch to focus on the TV like she was doing minutes before.

“So then I’ll stop implying and straight up ask you.” She decided to cut in to the chase, her heart drumming violently against her ribcage. “Who is she, Jughead?” she threw in the million dollar question.

“Who is who?” he blurted in a heartbeat, eyebrows knitting in complete confusion right now.

“The whore that left this on your shirt.” Her voice raised an octave angrily, snatching one of his plaid shirts from the cushions behind her and showing him the hint of burgundy lipstick on the lapel before throwing it to his face with venom. “Care to explain to me why there’s a lipstick stain on your shirt?”

“Betty” he hesitated, examining the faint shade of color on one of his shirts with bewildered eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you don’t know?” she babbled in mockery, jumping up to her feet. “Let me enlighten you then. This whole week you come and go like you’re a visitor in this house!” she accused towering over his slouching posture on the couch. “You’re gone all day, you come home late, you shower… And then this!” she grabbed the shirt from his lap, waving it around like a red flag between them. “Do you think I’m blind? Or this stupid, not to understand that something is going on with you?” her voice gained a high-pitched tone of frustration, eyes narrowing challenging for an answer.

“You’re overreacting.” Was all that Jughead said, standing up from the couch to walk away.

“Oh, don’t you dare!” she scoffed while following quickly behind him, his large strides equivalent of multiple of her running steps. “Tell me who she is!” Betty demanded in a hushed yell. “Is she that slutty editor, Janet Marrow, or-or that fake blonde secretary, what’s her name, oh, Macy? Macy!” she laughed with no humor at all at the mention of the young assistant, Betty fuming and still following her calm husband down the hall and to their bedroom. “She is always rubbing up against you, don’t even try to deny it! Tell me her name, Jughead, or help me God!” some stubborn tears fell silently down her cheeks as she grabbed him by the material of his shirt over his shoulder, twisting it in her fist and succeeding in making him stop pacing and turn around to face her.

“There isn’t a name, there is no one, I can promise you this.” Jughead stated with all honesty, blue eyes pleading for her to believe him.

“Like you promised that I’m the only woman you’ll ever love?” she spat to his face. “What changed, huh? Is it because I became the mother of your child now? What, I lost my value as a woman?” she was whisper-shouting now, not to disturb the peaceful baby in the next room, but feeling her anger boiling at the apathetic attitude of her husband. “Because I’m still beating my ass every day to lose that damn pregnancy weight or because I lounge in this apartment all day in milk stained sweatpants and messy hair? Tell me a reason why you are not here anymore!” she whined heartbreakingly and Jughead dropped his head to the ground, nodding vigorously a couple of times, before doing an one-eighty and going to the very end of their walk in closet, bringing back a small box. He opened it up and handled her an opened small notepad that held the date of her birthday on top and then a list of plans under it.

“For this.” He sighed defeated, rubbing the back of his head before focusing back on her. “Polly and I are planning a surprise birthday party for you. We booked your favorite restaurant and all those days we were planning how to fly everyone to Boston without you knowing; her with Ethan and the twins, your mom, my dad, Veronica, Archie, Kevin and everyone else from Riverdale because you miss them all terribly and now with little bug we wouldn’t be able to fly there.” Her heart broke at the revelation, lips opening in surprise at the change of events, as she read his words on paper along with reservation dates and menu instructions. “And then I had to organize these.” he gave her a travel leaflet, again with a paper filled with plans and flight times and dates stashed inside it. “A week-long trip in Bali because you love warm, sunny places and we both, and especially you, deserve all the rest in the world after all those months with the baby.” New tears were now streaming down her face, Betty feeling awful at how unfair she had been towards him, when all he did was continuing to be an amazing partner for her.

“As for the stain, I assume that’s left by Jellybean when I went to pick her up from the airport two days ago, right after I stopped by the jewelry shop to confirm that my order was ready to be picked up in a week.” His eyes softened against her own now soft features, taking every plan-containing paper from her hands and dropping them to their master bed, before refocusing on her. “She came to help with the preparations and then to stay with little bug when we leave for our trip and you know how she sports those freaky dark lipsticks all the time, so I believe the smudged stain came from when she hugged me in full force upon running off the arrivals like a mad woman.” He laughed slightly at that, before turning serious again. “I can call Polly or Jellybean to confirm all of these right now, or if you think they would be lying on my behalf, you can call the restaurant yourself or I can drop by the travel agency tomorrow and see if I can get our tickets earlier, I don’t know…”He tried to list all the possible solutions for her to believe him with a sigh. “I just want you to know that—” Betty cut him off, fingers going to his chapped lips.

“You love me.” She whispered through her silent tears, green eyes turning up to look at him in remorse.

“Of course I do, you dork.” He smirked adorably down at her, enveloping her inside his arms.

“Even when I become a psychotic bitch still from all the bumped up hormones?” she pouted in all cuteness, hiccupping a little around the words.

“Then, even more so.” He told her truthfully bopping his nose against hers. “Even though we both know that’s not the hormones talking; you’re being a spitfire like always.” He reminded her with clever raised eyebrows, making her fake a groan in defeat.

“I was just scared that you were going to leave me.” She admitted in a small girly voice, letting her concerns flow out of her now burden-free chest.

“How can I possibly leave the source of my breathing?” Jughead stated beautifully in a heartbeat. “Seriously, Betts, after all those years, do you really think that I would ever cheat on you?” he pulled back a little to look at her, eyes turning a tad sad at the thought of her not trusting him or his genuine and intense feelings completely.

Betty shook her head to ease his mind. “I just… I mean I still look like a whale on steroids, I wouldn’t blame you for losing your interest.” She shrugged with a perpetual pout on her wet lips, buttoning and unbuttoning a button of his shirt, not daring to look him in the eye.

“What are you talking about? You look more breathtaking than ever, babe.” He rushed to validate her worth as a human being and as an amazing woman. “And I believe you know what you’re doing to me every time my eyes linger a little longer on that sinfully sexy body of yours.” His voice dropped an octave and became huskier, effectively sending shivers down her spine as he whispered next to her ear and dropped a simple kiss against her pulse point, though enough to make her heart hummer inside her chest. 

“However, you being jealous of me, is still quite entertaining to watch.” he teased her with a cocky smirk and earned a smack against his chest and a “watch it, mister” look under her eyelashes, both of them landing in a fit of giggles.

“I really don’t deserve you. And all those things you organized, Juggie, you shouldn’t have.” She ran her hands up his arms and rested them behind his neck, lifting herself on her tiptoes to rest her forehead against his in affection.

“Oh, of course I did.” He whispered, pecking her lips once. “Anything for the woman of my life.” He stated with so much love and devotion in his eyes that Betty swore he fell in love with him all over again in that moment. “Just please, try to act surprised on the actual day, okay? Polly and I had a bet on whether or not I’ll crack and spill everything to you and I really don’t wanna face the life-long mockery of your sister.” He admitted in all seriousness and Betty laughed, head thrown back in joy, before promising him that and many more inside the heated kisses that followed.

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Now that's what I call domestic Victuri 4

Victor and Yuri are no strangers to sharing space. Especially since they had to grow used to the bathroom adjoining their bedroom. They could just make getting ready easier on both of them if one decided to use the second bathroom but neither were willing to move. Even though they argue about hogging the sink or the mirror, sometimes that closeness has Yuri pressed against Victor’s back when he’s fixing his hair. And if he kisses the back of his neck, Victor doesn’t mention it but isn’t afraid to roll his hips back into Yuri’s as retaliation. At least they have the decency to blush when Yakov is yelling at them for being late to practice.

Nights are hard sometimes. Especially the summers when the air is hot and sticky and the fans do little to abate the heat. Though, determined, Victor always sticks himself against Yuri like glue. Almost literally with the way their skin feels. It never fails, Yuri will complain and swat Victor off him meaning they playfully argue about whether or not Victor can hold him. And even though Yuri usually wins the argument, he’ll feel the warmth against his side in his dreams.

Just like their first meeting, Victor is no stranger to initiating contact with Yuri. Yuri expects it in some form or another when they’re within a ten foot radius. He has the curtesy to never comment on Victor’s clinginess and often vibrates with excitement when he knows it’s coming. Victor knows this, Yuri isn’t as good at hiding his appreciation as he thinks he is, and never expects or demands Yuri to do the same. Considering the Japanese rarely show displays of affection as outwardly as he does. But once in a blue moon, Victor will find Yuri’s arms around his waist when he least expects it, even daring to lift his shirt. And Victor is absolutely floored when Yuri’s the one who’s backed him into a wall with a kiss, with a knee that’s pressed between his own.

*cough cough* A new oneshot Maec fic? I don’t know what you’re talking about! What preview? No, no, there’s no previ-WAIT DON’T YOU DARE-


“My shirt,” Alec answered immediately. “You magicked it away while we were having sex. Now I can’t find it. I have a mission briefing in ten minutes.” He started going through one of Magnus’ drawers. “Do you know where you sent it?”

Magnus shrugged. “You know I don’t think clearly enough when we get hot and heavy, Alexander.” Magnus reached over and snatched a silk robe from the drawer before Alec closed it. Wrapping it around himself, Magnus stood from the bed and walked over to the taller man. He ran a hand down Alec’s chest, feeling the chest hairs against his palm and the slight shiver Alec gave. “How about I portal you to your room in the Institute and you can get a shirt there? If I find your shirt, I’ll call and tell you,” Magnus offered. “Though, I would love it if you could stay…”

“Magnus,” Alec scolded, though a smirk played on his lips.


*sweats nervously* Please don’t judge me.

dating ashton would include:
  • sitting on his lap whilst he tries to teach you how to play his drums
  • “hey ash put these flowers in your hair”
  • finding old bandanas/hats and convincing him to wear them again
  • “wait i need to take a photo of this street art” “its a road sign” “art
  • the pda would be off the scale
  • reassuring arm around your waist constantly
  • “ashton don’t you dare cut up that shirt”
  • seeing you in the audience and rocking out so hard on the drums it turns you on
  • him relying on you to bring his glasses to places because he just completely forgets
  • him calming you down with tiny kisses all over your face
  • “babe i literally cannot resist you in that dress get over here”
  • “well thats a happy coincidence because you look so fuckable in that tux”
  • pulling you down onto his lap when he’s sitting down and holding you tight
  • him making the prettiest, biggest romantic gestures like sending 20 bunches of flowers to where you’re staying
  • setting you up in a really fancy hotel when you’ve come out to see him on tour and then surprising you with a huge grin when you open the room to see him there
  • taking you to really obscure places to get away from everything
  • him doodling all over every piece of paper lying around and giving them to you, so often that you have a box where you keep them all because they’re so cute
  • concert dates
  • him trying to cook for you and failing, terribly. like almost setting the kitchen on fire terribly.
  • fans hardcore shipping you two because even they cant deny how happy you make him


More than This-Stiles Stilinski (/Theo Raeken) {Part 16}


[part 1- 15 / masterlist]

A/N: Part 16, a slight mess honestly. A mixture of angst and fluff and humor…i hope that you enjoy this! :) I also feel like this story is coming to an end…i don’t know when but it’ll happen.

*warnings* mentions of anxiety, mentions of death, alcohol, cursing..that’s it i think?

,,Look at me and tell me you never want to see me again.”

I don’t know why exactly now, but I started bawling like a baby. The fact that he had even thought that that was what I wanted. That I would never want to see him again. It was just so frustrating. I felt like he had absolutely no clue what was going on inside my head, like he just couldn’t figure out how I felt at all. To be fair, I couldn’t myself. The only thing I was sure of was that by no means, was that what I wanted.

Living in a world that Stiles Stilinski was not a part of? Impossible.

So I collapsed in his arms and for the second time that night, we just stood there, holding onto each other. He grabbed my waist so hard I felt as though he was going to crush it, but I didn’t mind. I gripped at his soaked shirt, trying to pull him closer. This time, no guilt was there. What we did, did not feel wrong. It was what we both needed in that moment. It was kind of messed up, we we’re sad and angry at each other and needed someone to comfort us but the only person who was able to give us the comfort we needed, was the person in front us. I felt like losing him, so I needed him to hold me. A light shade of pink, painted on my cheeks, when I felt him press a gentle kiss on the top of my head. He then whispered, his voice hoarse ,,I guess you don’t want that.”

I couldn’t help the tiny laugh that escaped my mouth, feeling a weight being lifted off my shoulders because in our fragile state, he was still able to make a joke. Remembering he must still be drunk, I loosened myself out of his hold.

,,We should probably go inside. You’re drunk, I’m exhausted, we’re soaking wet and it’s freezing cold.” I suggested, a small smile on my face to assure him I wasn’t pushing him away.

This situation was still so confusing, our moods seemed to constantly change, emotions shifting every minute. Maybe all it took was a night of sleep, so in the morning, we could make a rational decision. We were just too vulnerable right now.

Stiles nodded and lowered his gaze, then carefully took my hand before looking back up again, to see if I was okay with it. Instead of answering, I laced my fingers with his while we headed back inside.

When we opened the door, we were met with two curious pair of eyes, peaking out of the living room. Scott and Kira had already cleaned up the floor and when they saw us standing in the hallway, looking like we just took a fully clothed bath by the way, they both tensed up.

,,Are you guys…okay?” Kira asked hesitatingly, eyebrows raised.

I turned to look at Stiles, squeezing his hand briefly.

,,We’re going to be.”

Kira smiled at me and I smiled back, nodding as in I’ll tell you later.

Scott, who had disappeared upstairs came back with two fresh towels and handed them to us.

,,My mom just texted me that she isn’t coming home tonight, she’s staying at a friend’s house.”

,,Dude, she’s totally sleeping at Chris’” Stiles smirked, rubbing his hair with the white towel.

,,Yeah, I was aware of that, I just didn’t want to say it out loud, Dude.” Scott quickly snatched the towel away from Stiles and motioned for us to go upstairs.

,,Now go and get some clean clothes Stiles, but don’t you dare take my favorite shirt! Oh and (y/n), you can wear my clothes too. You can all sleep here tonight, I don’t want you and Kira to drive back home so late again.”

Kira tapped him on the shoulder. ,,And what do I sleep in? I didn’t bring pajamas, you said your mom would be home.”

Scott sighed. ,, I guess we’re all wearing my clothes tonight.”

Stiles and I laughed, which earned us surprised looks from our friends, but they soon joined us.

This moment, right here, that was gold. Me and my best friends all laughing together, being happy and content. It was something I almost forgot, something I missed and was glad to have back.

,,Well, I guess we should go to sleep. It has been a long night.” Kira suggested, Scott putting his arm around her shoulder and she cuddled into his side.

,,Yeah I’m sorry about that.” Stiles  said, rubbing the back of his neck.

,,Don’t worry about it. Go sober up in the guest bedroom. (y/n) can sleep in mine. At least the possibility that she’s going to throw up on my bed is smaller.”

Me and Stiles went up the stairs while the two lovebirds stayed in the living room, I was guessing they were going to sleep on the couch together.

We picked out some clothes out of Scott’s drawer, even though I felt slightly embarrassed wearing his clothes, especially in front of Stiles. It was also kind of weird since he was Kira’s boyfriend, but I knew it didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. I grabbed a big blue crew neck and some loose sweatpants, which Scott owned a ton of. I went to the bathroom to change while Stiles stayed in Scott’s room.

Quickly shimming out of the wet clothes, I almost tripped twice. When I had finally managed to put on fresh clothes I felt much better. I was already warming up. I hung the wet clothes on a rack next to the heater and looked in the mirror. Luckily I wasn’t wearing any makeup that could have smeared all over my face from the rain, because Kira dragged me out of bed and I had already removed it. But my hair was starting to curl since it was drying, so I still looked like a mess. A frizzy mess. I put my hair up in a loose bun, used the toilet and washed my hands. ( am I the only one who noticed that in fanfictions/imagines, the people NEVER have to use the toilet? Ever?)

Then I opened the bathroom door, got out, and headed straight to Scott’s room, assuming Stiles was already dressed.

Which of course, wasn’t the case.

Instead, he walked around the room, his wet hoodie stuck on his arms and face. He awkwardly tried to free himself, wiggling his arms. I tried my best not to laugh but when he stepped his foot at on edge of the bed and loudly cursed, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He jumped when he heard my laugh and turned into the direction the sound was coming from. He couldn’t see me because his hoodie was blocking his vision.

,,Care to help me instead of just mocking me?” he said, his voice muffled by the fabric in front of his mouth.

,,Sorry, the sight was just too funny.” I giggled, already walking towards him to start the rescue mission.

I grabbed the sleeves and helped him pull of the hoodie, which turned out to be really hard because the wet fabric clung to his body. After a minute of pulling and tugging and wiggling, we were finally able to free him. For a moment we just looked at each other and laughed, but when the laughter died down, and my eyes turned downwards for a brief second I took a moment to fully realize that obviously he was shirtless and how close we were standing. Our gazes locked and my breath hitched.

Then he opened his mouth and murmured ,,How do you like this sight?” but not before noticing how my eyes flicked to his lips, which then turned into a wide grin.

Getting pulled out of whatever trance I was in, I slapped him across the chest.

,,Shut up, Idiot.” I said, trying my best to sound angry.

He just continued to laugh ,,I remember a similar situation to this. It ended up pretty interesting.”

Pictures and pieces flipped through my mind, memories of the time at the motel. My face flushed at the thought.

,,Put a shirt on Stilinski. I wanna go to bed.” I demanded, handing him the shirt he had previously picked out.

,,Am I invited?” he tilted his head and smirked. God he needs to stop doing this.

,,Yes actually.” I I let my hands glide up his chest until they rested on his shoulders. He looked surprised and swallowed hardly, his eyes focused on me.

With a swift motion, I turned him around, him now facing the door.

,,You’re invited to go sleep in the guest room. Alone.” I patted his shoulders and lightly pushed him forward, grinning proudly.

Stiles put on his shirt and turned around. ,,You’re a real fucking tease, princess.” He huffed, scratching the stubble on his jaw, something I found to be extremely attractive and was definitely a turn on, which I chose to ignore.

Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I responded ,,Deal with it.”

He just shook his head amused and then walked out of the room.

As he opened the door to the guest room, right across from Scott’s bedroom, I just watched him with a smile on my face, finally feeling it again.

Feeling that he is my best friend.

With that same smile on my face, I crawled into the bed, turned the lights off and slowly drifted off to sleep.


Horrific screaming woke me up. I instantly turned on the lights, my eyes squinted, not yet adjusted to the brightness. When I could see clearly, I looked at the clock that hung on the wall in Scott’s room. Five A.M., I must have barely slept.

Then again, a loud scream ,,MOM! NO!” it was coming from the guest room, the familiar voice of Stiles, crying out.

Oh no, a nightmare, I thought.

I was already used to this, Stiles has been in my life ever since I can remember.

The first time it happened was when he was about eleven, his mom had died a few weeks ago. My parents were away for the weekend on a business trip, so they asked John ( I know his name was confirmed to be Noah recently but idc) if I could spent the days at their house, since Stiles and I were not just best friends, but his father was a very good friend of my parents at the time already.

We had stayed up until nine, watched scary movies and ate tons of curly fries. I remember us both falling asleep on the floor in front of the TV, only to wake up in the middle of the night to Stiles sniffling beside me, tossing around. Waking him up and asking him what was wrong, I’ll never forget his young freckled face, so innocent but filled with sorrow. All he said was ,,I miss my mommy.”

Then, my younger-self took his tiny hand in mine and told him everything was going to be okay. Thinking back, it still broke my heart. It was his first nightmare, but definitely not his last. Anxiety and panic attacks soon followed. But whenever something like that occurred, I was always there to comfort him.

I got out of bed and tip toed silently into the guest bedroom. The sun was starting to rise, the room was dim, a soft orange tone. Stiles was tossing and turning, the sheets crumbled and tangled around his legs. Carefully, I slipped into the bed, lying next to him. A light amount of sweat was glistening on his forehead, stains of tears on his face. He kept pushing around with arms and legs. I pressed my hand on his cheek, turning his face to me.

,,Stiles. It’s okay.” I whispered, repeating it louder when he wasn’t reacting. Suddenly his eyes jerked open, so much fear in them. His whole body was shaking. When he first saw me, he flinched, but after realizing it was me, his facial expression softened, and he relaxed, still breathing heavily. ,,Hey, I’m here.” I gently caressed his face. “I..i..h-had..” he stuttered, his voice shaky. I just nodded ,,I know. But it’s okay now.” Slowly his breathing slowed down, and I could feel his fear disappear.

We just laid there and looked at each other while he was calming down. My eyes felt heavy and I was growing more tired.

,,(y/n)?” Stiles whispered, his index finger drawing little circles on my cheekbone.

,,Mhm.” I cooed, his gently touch lulling me to sleep.

,,Will you stay?”

I didn’t answer, instead I cuddled up to him, laying my head on his chest and putting my arm around his torso.

He got the message, placing a soft kiss on my hair, a habit he had picked up just today, and resting his head against mine.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, the last thing I heard being Stile’s steady heartbeat.

[part 17 here]

tagged: @ladylizzieofdarbyshire i forgot to tag you last time, this is my apology <3

@sweetvengeancee the sweetest girl ever, ily xx

@dutifullystrangekoala because you  appreciated a little detail in the story and i thought it was so cute that you messaged me about it! :)

@alexhmak i promised you i’ll update soon! :)

anonymous asked:

Fat, bisexual, partially shaved head, unironcially wears dare tshirts w floral dresses, has had the same red cons since 2009

I would not only date  you anon, I’d steal your dare T-Shirts after we banged. 

Interview SPN Cast x Reader

Request: Can you please write a SPN Cast x Reader, whatever pairing idm but can it be when they go to an interview and the interviewer asks about what they do on set, you can take it from there thanks x
Warnings: language.
Paring: Matt Cohen x Reader

“So.” The interviewer began, glancing over at the hundreds of fans who had their phones in hands and eyes gleaming after seeing their favourite actors in person. The interviewer then looked at Misha, Jensen and Jared.
“We all know about the pranks on the set but who is the worst prankster?” He asked coyly, electing piercing screams of excitement off of the crowd.
“Well-” Jared began, flicking his hair like a drama queen.
“Obviously I am, we’ve pied Misha twice, uploaded Asian porn to ____’s laptop and-”

“Woah, woah, woah hold the phone!” A voice was heard through one of the microphones back stage. The crowd screamed, their favourite actress who played the part of the Winchesters’ little sister, seeing their idol literally roll onto stage with her heelies, black jeans and black star trek shirt.
“Thou dare say thou is best prankster?” She spat sarcastically, her fake English accent hinted with her original American accent.
“You wanna start somethin’?” Misha and Jensen stood either side of Jared, their warrior characters gleaming through.

“Maybe I do?” She said, the crowd cheered enthusiastically. Suddenly, Richard Speight Jr and her fiancé Matt Cohen came onto stage, the crowd were electing piercing screams.
“You two have started war!” Richard grabbed the water gun from behind his back and sprayed the three with water.
“HELL NO!” From then on, the six were soaked from water, beer, cake, pie and a decent amount of whip cream.
Trying to stand, _____ attempted to get up but slipped on some whip cream and her heelies backfired, sending her colliding into Matt. The crowd were estatic, the highlight of the interview. By now the interview was crying with laughing and the six died down to see ____ on top of Matt.

“Hey babe.” She grinned, pressing a whip cream kiss to his. The crowd awed and snapped pictures of the two.
“Hey baby.” He shoved some pie in her face and licked it off. The fangirls were screaming messes, their phones clicking pictures.
_____ picked up her mic and said a few words before just laying on Matt’s chest.
“This is so going on tumblr.”

Guys SO i’m going to a gay picnic soon and i can’t decide whether to wear my unicorn shirt, my faking it “there are no boyfriends around me” shirt, My bechloe shirt OR my “Kiss me i Dare you shirt” HELP