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Stiles x Reader

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“Do you know what she said, she said let Stilinski talk, he knows more than google.” Stiles snapped as he rambled on.

“Stiles you do always correct her.” Scott muttered and adjusted his straps.


“Yeah and I wouldn’t do that if she wasn’t always wrong.” Stiles waved his arms about and glowered at where you were sat reading.


“But she isn’t always wrong that’s what she gets so annoyed about.” Scott smiled at you and let out a sigh as you caught onto what Stiles was saying and slammed your book shut.


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It’s Been Years ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader x buttercream squad x Kendall Jenner x Justin Bieber

Word Count: 1228

Summary: Y/N used to best friends with the Maynards, till the day after her 18th birthday she disappears out of their life. Three years later the buttercream squad go on a hoilday to L.A to have a relaxing two weeks, only to bump into the long lost third muskateer; who isn’t the same as shy girl she was three years ago. 

Requested: Hell yeh, this seems like one hella interesting series for me to do.

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Three years ago…

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Y/N, happy birthday to you.” You smiled and ducked behind your hair to cover you redden cheeks while your family and the Maynard family sang to you.

“C’mon munchkin, make a wish.” Jack, your best friend whispered in your ear making your cheeks redden more. You had always had a crush on Jack since learning the meaning of it, he may of been a year older than you but the two of you were joint at the hip since you were born and you couldn’t imagine your life without him but yet, later that night you would have to.

Conor, your other best friend stood the other side heard what Jack whispered and made a comment, “Yeh, c’mon Y/N. That cake isn’t going to eat itself.”

Laughing at Conor, who stepped forward and blew the candles out in one go. Your smile grew when you heard Anna scream ‘Cake’.

You sat on the stairs as you watched your family smiling and laughing, Anna playing with your younger brother, Helen and Gary talking with you parents and finally you let your eyes drift over to Jack and Conor whom were arguing about who had the biggest slice of cake.

As your mind drifted into memories of the three of you, you didn’t realise they had both come back. “Why you looking so glum?” Conor asked sitting on your left, while Jack sat on your right handing you some cake.

“Just thinking.” You smiled at them both, you knew they weren’t convinced but they shrugged it off.

“Well, we got you some presents.” Jack grinned, lifting a bag that you didn’t even see from his feet.

Laughing you set the plate of cake on the step behind you and pulled out a small box, that Conor told you he got. Opening it up was a ring with the first letters of each of your names with two little swords each side of the letters. Thanking him you pulled out another box, which was from Jack, inside was a necklace with letter M and a message on the back of it. The M stands for “Munchkin” as its the nickname Jack had always called you and the message read ‘Love you, babyJ.’, babyJ was the name you called Jack after him crying when you punched him when you were both little.

The last present was what really set you off, it was a photo frame with collages of all the pictures you had taken together over the years with the caption, Three musketeers forever.

You sobbing alarmed Jack and Conor but they recovered quickly and pulled you into a hug. “Hey munchkin, wha-what’s wrong?” Jack softly spoke, sharing glances with his brother.

“I just love you guys so much.” You cried harder into Jack’s shoulder.

“We love you too Y/N.” Both boys said hugging you tighter, unknown to both of your parents tearing up at the sight in front of them.

They both knew you were leaving later than night, in fact everyone knew you were leaving to follow your dream modelling career in Los Angeles besides Jack and Conor.

Don’t get it wrong you wanted to tell them you were accepted, they were the first people you went to tell but your mum and Helen had stopped you. You were outraged when you they forbid you to tell them. They both wanted you to tell them but they also both knew that if you told them, you wouldn’t go. They knew Jack and Conor would be distraught and they would both beg you to stay and being the person you are; you would have stayed.

You would have done anything for them and everyone knew it.

Just as you had finished crying, Helen came over and told the boys it was time to leave. As they were collecting their stuff, the rest of your family came over and wished you a good luck before leaving. You just managed to hold your tears in saying goodbye to them, but knew if you started crying again Jack and Conor would start asking questions.

Once your family had left, you were left saying goodbye to the Maynard family. Gary was the first person to hug, you telling you to do well and he loved you, next was Anna. You had told Anna the other day you were leaving because just leaving without saying goodbye to her would confuse her.

As you were hugging her, she started to cry begging you not to leave in a tiny whisper knowing Jack and Conor didn’t know. You were about to cry yourself when Gary said he would take to the car.

Taking deep breathes you hugged Helen goodbye, now Helen was like a second mother to you and saying goodbye to her hurt you deeply. “Just remember, you have my number. If you need anything, I mean anything don’t be afraid to ask. I love you.”

Your family made their way outside along with Helen, so you could have your finally goodbye with two most important people in your life.

“So Y/N, kicking us out early, got someone special coming round.” Conor laughed wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Raising a brow, you punched him in the shoulder, “Yes, now give me a god damn hug.” Conor laughed before pulling you into a long hug, “Love you, Y/N/N. Happy birthday.”

“Love you too Con.” Once Conor pulled away, he waved goodbye before leaving the house to join his family.

As soon as he left the house, you threw yourself onto Jack. Laughing he hugged you tightly, “Had a good birthday?”

Afraid you were going to cry, you nodded in the crook of his neck. You both stand there wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like hours when it had only been a couple of minutes.

“I need to go.” Jack whispered.

You took a deep breath, thinking it was now or never. “I love you so much Jack Maynard.”

“I love you too Y/N Y/L/N.” Jack whispered, kissing your forehead.

Little did you both know… you both meant it.

Present time…

“Can I come in?” Conor’s voice rang through Jack’s bedroom.

“You’re going to anyway.” Jack sarcastically said.

Conor laughed before sitting on the bed next to Jack, “Still can’t believe she made it so big.” He muttered looking down at the photo in Jack’s hand.

“I’m so proud of her Con but I hate that she just left. No goodbye or nothing.” Jack muttered bitterly

“You know she wanted to tell us, but mum and her mum wouldn’t let her.” Conor started off with his speech, “We both know we would have told her to go but we wouldn’t have meant it and she wouldn’t be where she was now.”

“I loved her Conor! She is so high up in the world now, she probably doesn’t remember us. I just want her back.” Jack said putting the picture of you and him down.

“I know, one day she will be back with us but come on let’s not talk about it anymore and get ready for our flight.” Conor grinned standing up walking out the door but stopped in the door way. “If it was anything, she loved you so much.”

Jack looked at the picture and smiled, “I know.”


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“Your cheating!” You shouted at the silver haired boy, ducking behind a tree. Snowball after snowball smashed against the trunk of the tree. He laughed, watching the cold send shivers down your spine. “No running, you pinky promised!”

“Sorry y/n.” He smirked, holding up crossed fingers before dissapearing.

You should’ve listened to the younger kids in the institute. They warned you Peter never played fair. They were right, of course.

After he took out you followed his footprints. They circled like a maze in the snow, round and round, looping over eachother.

“Boo!” He yelled, suddenly appearing in front of you. Instinctively you pushed him back into the snow. He groaned, unable to get up.

“I win Maximoff! I win!” You chanted. He rolled his eyes, taking a hanful of snow and dropping it down your back.