Working on my design for fem!/nyo!England. I still haven’t nailed down a hairstyle, so let me know which one’s your favorite!

I kind of like C even though that’s basically just male England’s normal hair, pffft.

Technical Difficulties (Thor X Fem!Reader x Steve) *Platonic

Characters: Steve X Fem!Reader X Thor

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of innopropriate comments


Request: Could you make one where to reader is teaching Thor and Steve how to use a mobile phone and things like snapchat, instagram, WhatsApp etc? Love your fics :)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

You were an Avenger, and one of the youngest, so like most people your age, you had things like Snapchat and Instagram. Because you were an Avenger, you were pretty famous on it. However you were busy in your job so you didn’t really talk about it.

Tony had bought Steve and Thor phones and they had heard of certain apps and decided to get them with help from Natasha and Clint, however they then had to leave for a mission.

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Stiles x reader

words;; 1742

You held the baseball bat firmly in your grip as you stepped out onto your porch. As you made your way across the porch, your eyes searched for any sign of intruders, taking slow steps, and avoiding the planks that you knew creaked. You looked across your front yard, to the road that ran across your neighbourhood.

Out of nowhere, a body fell from above you, two voices screaming in unison: yours and someone else’s. Your first instinct was to pull the bat up behind you, ready to swing. Two hands held out in defence and continued shouting brought you out of shock.

It was Stiles.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing?” You shouted at him, the bat still in your hands.

“You weren’t answering your phone.” Stiles simply stated as he casually hung upside down. “Why do you have a bat?”

“I thought you were a,” you hesitated slightly, “a predator.”

“A pre - I – wha–” he paused for a moment before he continued, “look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.” His tone became, somewhat, more serious.

“What for?” You asked, intrigued. You lowered the bat, calming down.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” He said, excitement laced his tone as he jumped down to the ground.

“A dead body?” You weren’t sure whether you were shocked or more interested as you leaned over your porch to face Stiles.

“No, a body of water,” he said in his usual sarcastic tone as he hung his arms over your porch, “Yes, dumbass, a dead body.” He clambered over the wooden beams separating the two of you. You loved it when Stiles was sarcastic. It could be annoying, but you loved it.

“You mean like murdered?” You didn’t understand why Stiles decided to inform you on a murder so late at night. He could have texted, or better yet, told you tomorrow.

“Nobody knows yet.” He started, arms resting on his hips. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?”

“That’s the best part. They only found half.” A smirk played on his lips, “We’re going.” He was pleased with what he had discovered.

The squeak of a tire, signalled your arrival as you both jumped out of the Jeep. The sudden cold breeze stung your skin slightly.

“We’re seriously doing this.” You knew it wouldn’t end well, but, part of you wanted to go out there with Stiles to find half of a dead body.

“You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles pointed out. You considered this. He placed his hand over your shoulder, a huge smile plastered his face.  He took your hand, leading the way, a flashlight in his other.

“I was trying to get a good night sleep before our first day back in school.” You were making lousy excuses that even you weren’t believing, yourself, let alone convincing Stiles- who, by the way, never takes no for an answer.

“Is that all you’ve got?” point proven, “Come on Y/N. We’re doing this. I know that deep down, in your heart, you want to do this.” He held his hand to his heart. He was being sarcastic again. He gave you a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Because you love me.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing, “Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” You asked, passing an old decayed log, long softened by rot, and spotted with moss.

“Huh. I didn’t even think about that.” He paused. You left a whisper of your passage through the wet leaves.

“And, uh,” it dawned on you,” what if whoever killed the body is still out there?”

“Also, something I didn’t thing about,” He sighed, turning to you,” But, don’t worry, because I’ll keep you safe.” He chuckled.

“My hero,” you joked. “It’s comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” You both came to a hill. He dropped your hand for a moment to climb up the hill, placing the torch in his mouth. Once he reached the top, he held onto a tree for support, holding his hand out for you. It was your cue to climb the hill. You held his hand which enveloped yours with warmth.

“I know.” He said smugly, a small smile tugging at his lips. When you both reached the top, he instantaneously dropped to the floor, pulling you down with him, as he struggled to switch off the torch. You could see the multiple flashlights in the distance coming towards your direction.

“Wait. Come on.” Stiles pulled you up, running ahead of you.

“Stiles, wait up. Stiles. Stiles.” You called. He blindly ran through the moss encircled trees, you, just as blindly, running after him. “Stiles.” You whispered once more. It was no use.

Stiles turned, expecting you behind him, bumping into the barking of a dog. Instinctively, you stopped, and held your ground behind a tree, hidden. A thin layer of clouds masked the moon which shone above you.

“Hold it right there.” You heard someone say, probably a deputy. The dog’s barking ceased. You heart rate increased in worry for Stiles.

“Hang on, hang on.” You heard the familiar voice of Sheriff Stilinksi, which calmed you, “This little delinquent belongs to me.” You knew that Stiles was probably hiding behind his arms at that very moment, wishing not to have been caught by his dad.

“Dad,” Stiles said, in attempt to act normal, “How are you doing?”

But, he was fooling the Sheriff, “So, do you, uh, listen to all of my phone calls?”

“No,” Stiles answered, “Not the boring ones.” You smiled at his remark.

“Where’s your usual partner in crime?” He asked, knowing that Stiles made you go everywhere with him.

“Who, Y/N? She- she’s home. She said she wanted to get a good night’s sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. It’s just me. In the woods. Alone.” Stiles said, out of breath. Anyone with a brain could tell he was lying. Of course, he wouldn’t give you up though.

“Y/N, you out there? Y/N?” He sighed, “Well, young man, I’m gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy.” You peeked behind the tree to see Sheriff taking Stiles back to his car, leaving you to fend for yourself. You shook your head. Now it was just you. In the woods. Alone. You heard a thunder clap and felt cold raindrops pierce your skin.

You walked through the woods with the intention of somehow getting home. Why did you allow Stiles to use his charm and sarcasm to drag you into this? You could hear leaves crunching beneath your feet and grasshoppers clicking in the cool, night air. You looked behind you continuously, as you walked through the woods alone, pulling the hood of Stiles’ jumper over your head, hands stuffed in the pockets. Each breath you took came out like a puff of smoke, gliding smoothly over the air.

You stopped to look at your surroundings. Trees stood naked and tall as they did their macabre dance. In the distance, you could hear something, slowly getting louder, the patter of feet- no, hooves. Stags came running towards you, knocking you down. You lay on the ground, one hand in front of your face and the other rubbing your back in pain, wincing. At the same, you attempted to avoid being stomped on by the many stags that jumped over you.

Leaves hovered over the floor, disturbed by the stampede, before gently falling to the ground again. You sat up, looking around in confusion. It was silent. Too silent. Thick fog washed over the area as you stood up, dusting the leaves and mud off your clothes. You took out your phone, turning it on to use the light, in search for your keys which happened to fall out of your pocket, probably during your fall.

As you searched through the mounds of leaves, you found nothing. You moved your phone over the floor, only to see the head of a human-and the upper half of a human body. It was only half. The half that everyone was looking for. You shouted in shock, knocking yourself off your feet, rolling down a hill. You hit into several trees and branches as you fell, grunting. Once you reached the bottom of the hill, you took a deep breath, pushing yourself up off the ground, with the help of a fallen tree.

You jumped over it, groaning. You could have been in a warm bed at that very moment- but, instead, you walked through the woods alone, half a dead body to bring you nightmares for the next year or so.

A low growl from behind you interrupted your thought. You slowly turned to look, hoping to have misheard something. Just a short distance from you, was a creature, it’s eyes staring right at you. Before you had a chance to react, it jumped at you, pushing you to the ground. It was almost a cliché moment when your life flashes before your eyes. Would it kill you? You screamed in agony as it bit your lower abdomen, grabbing hopelessly at the root of a tree in attempt of escape.

Momentarily, it released you and, the second it did, you shot up, ignoring the pain the best you could, running to the nearest escape of darkness. You tripped over a branch, but immediately regained your balance, running as though your life depended on it, not looking ahead. Bright headlights of a car caught your glimpse, causing you to halt, as you shielded your eyes from it. The car swerved to the left, avoiding you successfully.

You watched it drive away, until it disappeared, catching your well-deserved breath. You remembered the bite that the wolf-like creature gave you, pulling up your shirt to see your wound. Blood oozed from it. The rain fell over your head as you pulled your shirt down. You looked both ways of the road and began walking your journey home.  

What a story you had to tell.

Care To Share? (Logan X Fem!Reader)*Platonic

Characters: Logan X Fem!Reader *Platonic

Universe: Marvel, Xmen

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, swearing

Hey :-) can you please do a LoganxReader where she teaches at Xavier’s but sneaks cigarettes. He promises not to tell if she gives him a draw x

Originally posted by xmensource

“Class dismissed.” You announced. You start to wash the board as you heard chairs squeak and feet walking out the room. You worked at Xavier’s school, and you loved it there. You had been a student yourself years ago, but now you do the teaching. You used to be quite the trouble maker. You’d sneak out with other mutants and go to the movies, the mall, go drinking and even smoking.

However you haven’t changed very much. You had not changed some bad habits as a teenager, it’s just that you don’t get caught anymore. You still smoke, go to the bar sometimes, you sneak out as well for short periods as well.

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Lost in the Subway

Request: Hey, I love the “overly specific au post” Would you do the 3rd one with Peter Maximoff? I feel like he never gets on public transport because he usually just speeds everywhere instead! 😄

Requested by:  @quicksilverbells

Au:“You have clearly never been on public transportation before and I’m the person you grab onto every time the Metro makes an unexpected lurch” AU.  You can find that list here

Warnings: Getting lost

Originally posted by maybelline

Peter was sitting in Scott’s room, along with the rest of the gang.

“We should do something-” Scott started to say before being interrupted by Jubilee.

“We should go see that new movie, the one that came out on Friday.”

“You’re forgetting something.” Peter snickered “You can’t leave Scott’s car broke down.”

“Well Kurt could teleport us there, or you could run us there.” Scott suggested

“Or we could just take the subway,” Jean stated.

“That’s the train like thing, that’s underground, right?” Peter asked “I’ll just run there.”

“You’ve never been subway before!” Scott laughed “You’re coming with us! Same with you Kurt. I can’t believe u’ve never been on a subway before. That’s crazy,” Scott laughed again

“Well i’ve never needed to use one before, so what’s the point”

They walked to the nearest subway (much to Peter’s dismay,). Once they got there Peter felt kind of nervous, even though it’s just a regular transportation, Peter never needed nor wanted to use. He just ran to wherever he wanted, and ran back.

“Peter over here!” Scott called.

Peter walked over to Scott, it was to crowded in here to run, and he didn’t want to draw an attention to himself. Once Peter reached Scott, Scott tried to explain the route to him.

“It’s pretty simple, and we will be here to help you and Kurt. We start on the on the yellow subway, we stay their for 4 stops, then we get on the green one for two, the last one is red and we get out at the first stop. Follow one of us and you’ll be fine”

Peter and Kurt nodded. He would probably forget it in five minutes, but he’ll just follow the rest of the group. It will all be fine.

They stood outside of where the next subway car would come in. The car came in fast, then the doors opened. Some people exited, other stayed inside, and along with Peter others went inside. Peter looked around curiously, It was mostly filled up. The girls sat in some empty seats, and Peter, Scott, and Kurt stood up. Peter mimicked what Scott was doing, and held onto something that looked like a loop. As the subway moved Peter jerked and ran into Scott several times. In a few minutes Peter stopped paying attention, and didn’t even try to stop running into Scott.

‘It has to have been five stops by now, wait was it five stops? I’ll just asked Scott’ Peter thought to himself. Peter looked up and Scott wasn’t there ‘Maybe he  just left to use the bathroom. I’ll ask Jubilee’ He turned around, but Jubilee was nowhere in sight. As if on queue the doors opened, and Peter was pushed out with the rest of the crowd.

‘If I follow the rest of the directions I should get there just fine. It’s one on the red, then two on the blue. At Least I think.’ Peter looked around, after a little bit of searching he got on and began the search for his friends.

It must have been an hour, or even two. He had tried so many different routes and colors. ‘It’s hopeless. It’s taking forever, and they’re probably at the movie already. I’ll just take this last one, go to the surface at the next stop. Hopefully I can find my way back to the mansion.’  Peter got on the last subway of the day, or at least he thought it would be the last one. Peter sighed grabbing onto the handle. He just wanted the day to be over

‘This has to be the worst ride of the day’  Peter thought. It was very bumpy and had sharp turns. He had grabbed onto the girl standing next to him so many times. She must be very annoyed by now.

The car turned sharply, and fastly. Peter didn’t mean to but he let go and grabbed onto the girl next to him. Not just grabbing onto her arm this time. He had his arms wrapped around her. He expected to get slapped or yelled at, but instead she laughed.

“I’m guessing you haven’t taken the subway before. U’ve come in and out of this car several time and you’ve grabbed onto me  six or seven times. Do you need some help?”

“I-um yes, that would be nice. It’s my first time on the subway, I lost the rest of my group, and forgot my directions. I think it’s been two hours. I was trying to get to the movie theater.” He responded, still holding onto her. “I’m sorry,” He let go, grabbing the handle again.

“Your stop is about three stations past us. I can write the directions down for you if you want.” She said “I could take you if you wanted. I don’t have anything to do today, I was just going home.”

“If you wouldn’t mind could you take me. I think i’ll lose or forget any directions you give me. That’s what got me here in the first place. I’m Peter by the way.”

“I’m (y/n)! Nice to meet you!” She introduced herself.

The doors opened. (Y/n) quickly grabbed Peter’s hand, and guided him out, making sure not to lose him in the crowd. She dragged Peter to the next stop, Peter watching her closely, even if you were holding his hand.  The two of them talked about random things until they reached the last stop.

“I guess this is my last stop. Thank you (Y/n),” Peter said trying to hold back a frown. He really liked talking with you.

“Can I walk you up?” She asked


They walked up together. After they reached the top Peter sighed in relief, he could finally relax and go see the movie.

“I think you missed your movie. You said you were down there for about two hours, so your friends are probably gone.” (Y/n) laughed “Do you need help getting back home?”

“Well since they’re gone, do you want to see a movie me?” He asked

“I would love to.” She responded

“Afterwards you’ll help me get to my first station though, right?” He asked

“Of course.” She answered

“Good because I totally would have gotten lost again.”


“I would like to see my father, please…”

That awkward moment when you ask to see The Beast ™  but it just stays stuck on your reflection

Millennium Mirror!!

I’m actually so in love with the idea of a Beauty and the Beast AU I went to dollar tree, bought a mirror, and decked it out. What should be next? Millennium clock/candlestick/teapot/teacup? The possibilities are endless.

Deaf (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Sherlock X Fem!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Harrassment, assault

Request: sherlock x reader where the reader is mute or deaf and she uses ASL to communicate but she is having some problems with some ignorant people and sherlock jumps into action to help and defend her

Originally posted by imaginesherlock

Your hearing had always been a problem. You had Grommets when you were only 5, since your hearing was already bad, but it only seemed to get worse, and by the time you were 18, there was no point in having hearing aids anymore.

So when you witnessed a murder, you didn’t know what to do. You hadn’t had speech therapy and you were basically mute, so you couldn’t go talk to someone. You tried signing to police but they couldn’t understand you.

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“No, stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.”
“Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?”
               “Do what?”
“This phone call, it’s… it’s my note. That’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note.”
               "Leave a note when?”
“Goodbye, John.”

We should have waited but we just love it and so here it is: Our Reichenbach Fall ❤  

Congratulation @johnlock-shipper221b you were right! Here for you a broken heart and a bunch of tissues :’(


  • -Check our page for more fem!lock ❤

I have an idea for a teachers au series with Aaron Tveit, but I’m really debating whether or not to go ahead with it? I’ve already started writing it, but I’m just curious if you guys would be interested in reading it? Who would be interested?

Tagging a few who I think might be interested in this: @zoesmama2024 @bane-is-my-masked-bitch @mpwriterus @vashanatasha @theoneandonlysaucymo @flannel-and-fandoms @thewomaninblack20 @s-acafst 


I was playing the manga-based Dungeon Dice Monsters game and ran into this guy. Then I remembered how Ryou’s father is the curator of the museum in the manga, so he must’ve got the position after they moved in and after Shadi had Ammit eat the previous curator’s heart! I wonder if they told him why they suddenly had a job opening. XD


Request: “I have read every teen wolf fic you have written! (Especially the Isaac ones) and I was wondering if you guys were taking requests because I was listening to piano music and there was one song, Cold by Jorge Mendez and I thought of a Isaac Lahey x Reader where the reader likes Isaac but she doesn’t say anything because their friends and Isaac returns those feelings but he’s quiet because he’s shy. And then reader gets hurt and then fluff? You can change it any way you want. No rush either. <3″

Ship: Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, awkwardness, blushing, swearing, sadness, etc. 

Your P.O.V 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Why do I do this to myself? He’s grown more confident since his shifting. Isaac, I mean. But still, the shy Isaac I once met, continues to show whenever I’m around. The girl’s in our school have grown a liking towards him. But they are not me. They do not know what we’ve been through together. They don’t know the sacrifice I’d give for him. They don’t know how he walks and talks. But I do. Still, I ache to let him know of my true intentions- my love for him. But he is only my friend. Nothing more. All of a sudden, I feel a sharp tug at my shoulder. Glancing up, I turn my attention to see Allison. 

Originally posted by deanskitten

“(Y/n)? You okay?” I nod, pushing past her. She continues on my tale. “You were staring again..-” Stating the obvious, as usual. “-why don’t you just tell him?” I look over at him. He puts his books away, putting on a facade for the popular girl, who continued to make attempts or excuses to touch him. He looked uncomfortable, obviously not accustomed to that much physical contact. But still, he was smiling, none the less. I glance at my converse, breathing in through my nose. “Because, I am only a friend.” Before she could muster any sort of comeback, I walk over to Isaac, coughing to grab their attention. 

“Excuse me?” Miss popular stops laughing for a minute, only to replace her cute look with a viper like glare. I continue as she eyes me up and down. “May I steal Isaac for a minute?” She scoffed, barely getting out a word before I puled him away. “Thanks!” I could feel her dagger filled glare from behind me. “Thank you. I thought she was gonna take me right there in the hallway.” Ew.. I can’t help but wince at the thought. “Yeah, no problem. You looked like you were in desperate need of a savior.” He smiled softly, a simple action that continued to drive me crazy. The halls started to clear out for classes. 

Originally posted by lildoog-ish

I’m about to head to mine before I’m pulled roughly back. Our hands were intertwined like a complex cob web. Our cheeks flushed as we struggled helplessly to unravel them. It takes us a few minutes to break away from one another, both sputtering not needed apologies. We both rub the back of our necks, a little thing we picked up from one another. God, he was so adorable. “I- should uh- probably get to class-” He nodded, not moving from his place in the hallway, only inches away from me. “Yeah, uh- me too. I’ll see you later, (Y/n)..” I do not move. Apart of me me can’t.

The other, doesn’t want to. It feels like my feet were glued to the floor. I just wanted to stand there and look at him forever. But I know, I can’t. I force myself to speak. “Yeah..I’ll see you later.” And with that, I turn over my shoulder and head to class, reluctantcy following me deeply. I sigh to myself, rubbing the back of my neck. Why don’t you just tell him? Allison’s question echoed in my head. I asked myself the same thing before I realized, I was nothing but a friend to him. I wasn’t pretty and perfect like those other girls. I am not built like them. I am beyond different. In every shape and form. He deserves better. He deserves the world. I wish I could give him that and more. 

But I am only a friend. I take a deep breath in, then out. If that’s what I am. I will play the part beautifully, despite the pain from within. 

Isaac’s P.O.V

I watch her walk away. Her hair moving swiftly as she makes her way into her classroom. (Y/n) looked back over her shoulder, smiling at me. God, her smile. I wave my hand at her, like an idiot. But she giggles in response, only making my heart flutter even more. I walk backwards, not daring to take my gaze away from her. She was just so beautiful. (Y/n) opens her mouth to say something. “Isaac, watch out!” I don’t understand what she means until I run directly into a door. My classroom door, to be exact. I overhear Stiles snort, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. After glaring daggers at him, I looked back to see (Y/n), smiling bright.

I bit my lip to hide my ever growing flustered grin. A low voice questioned. “Are you going to stand there all day and gaze at your girlfriend or can we start class?” I scurry to the back of the room, slipping into my chair, directly next to Scott, who grinned at me. Stiles sat in front of us, turning over his shoulder, only to snicker. “Isaac and (Y/n), sitting in a tree-” I blushed, rolling my eyes. “Stiles, shut up!” He continued, despite my hissing. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” I wack him in the back of the head with my chemistry notebook. He yelps, cowering. “Ow! Scott, aren’t you gonna do something?!” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Nope, you deserved that.” Stiles looked at him, gasping. “Betrayed by my own brother!”

He leaned against the back of his chair, looking between the two of us. “Meet me at my locker after school. We’re going after this thing.” I nodded, clicking my pen before writing down the notes. A few seconds pass before I hear a small voice whisper. “You should ask her out. She likes you, ya know.” Scott. We glance at one another before looking back at the board. I didn’t respond. I didn’t know how to. I wanted more than anything to ask (Y/n) out. But I was scared, petrified even. She was just so, so perfect. In every way, shape and form. I loved her and everyone knew it. In fact, everyone shipped it. I was the problem. I didn’t have the guts to tell her the truth. How could I? Where would I even start? I push the thought out of my head and start writing.

Your P.O.V.

We all met at Scott’s locker, like we planned. I stood near Isaac, glancing up at him occasionally. After going over the plan, I took my position with Stiles. Cocking the gun into place, I set it on the table, strapping the knifes and swords to my hip belt. Stiles gripped onto his metal bat. I smile. Must be new. Because we were human we stayed near the back. But that didn’t make us any less weak. We stood outside the front gate, waiting for the signal. However, it never came. We heard a loud cry come from inside. Stiles and I glanced at one another, cautiously as the screams grew louder. I went inside, cocking the gun. “Stay behind me.” I said, flanking him. He nodded, not too eager to take the risk I’m doing.

We headed over to the main hallway. The monster we were hunting, toward over Scott and Isaac. My heart broke at the sight of one of my best friends bloody and beaten, not to mention, my first love, broken and covered in his own blood. In that moment, something in me broke. I couldn’t lose them. I won’t lose them. “Stiles, run.” He watches my gaze darken, slightly afraid. “What’re you gonna do?” I walk forward, shooting the beasts arms. “Being a distraction. Get them out! NOW!” He didn’t wait for me to finish, already running around the opposite hall to sneak behind the beast and slip the boys out. The beasts attention was now directed toward me, snarling.

Every other step I took, I shot with pinpoint accuracy. The beast was mad- no- pissed. Good. The moment the last shell left my gun, I threw it to the ground, preparing myself with two knives. I threw them at his face, growling. “Come and get me you son of bitch.” He looked up at me as I threw another one, screaming. “C’MON!!” That was all the ammunition I needed before he barrelled after me. I ran as fast as my legs could possibly carry me. I was short of breath, heaving as I sprinted from one hall to the next. I trusted Stiles to take care of the boys. Jumping from the stairs, I made my way to the main hall. The doors were wide open. Freedom. I push harder but it’s not enough.

All of a sudden, I’m tossed to the locker, my body cracking under its pressure. I groan in pain as I try to sit up. When I do, I’m inches from the beasts pearly whites. He growls louder than anything I’ve ever heard. He snarled, raising his massive claws. I close my eyes, ready for death. However, it never comes. Peeling open one of my eyes, I look up to see Scott and Derek standing over the beast’s now dead body. My vision is blurry from the pain. I only see three faces up close. Isaac, who lifted me up from the ground, Stiles and Scott, who held onto my hands as we made our way over to Deaton’s or the hospital. Glancing up at Isaac. He looked so worried about me. And then, everything went dark.

When I wake, it takes a few minutes to visually adjust to my surroundings. Stiles sat awkwardly in the chair. I can’t help but laugh. Scott sat in a chair, legs spread out, his snoring rather loud. I turned my gaze over to Isaac, I couldn’t help but blush at the sight. His butt was on the chair but the upper half of his body was on my bed, his hands wrapped tightly around mine. His head was on his shoulder but his lips grazed my arm, ever so slightly. Isaac’s hair was curlier than usual, he hadn’t moved since the attack, it seems. I nudge his arm, whispering. “Hey there, sleepyhead.” He stirs for a minute before lunging up and out of his chair. “(Y/N)! OH MY GOD! I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU! NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!”

He glanced up and down my body, as if he were looking for more wounds. After finding no new ones, he laced our fingers together. I couldn’t help but notice that his hands were shaking drastically. More so than usual. “Isaac-” He looks up at me, eyes red from crying. I place one of my hands on his cheek, brushing my thumb up and down soothingly. “I’m okay. Everything’s okay..” He smiled, kissing my head before kissing my red knuckles. “I thought- I thought-” Pain ached in my heart. Before he could finish, I forced myself to sit up more, pulling him in closer to me. “You will never lose me, Isaac. I love you.” His eyes shot up to meet mine, almost looking for the lie in my statement, only to find none. Because it was, in fact, the truth.

It was as if the biggest weight was lifted off my shoulder. My deepest darkest secret was no longer holding me back. He looked at me with such hope in his eyes. But before I knew it, my face was wrapped in his hands and our lips collided. It was passionate and meaningful, almost like a need. A tug or pull for fresh air. And this was it. When he pulled back, he smiled wide. “God, I’ve been waiting a long time to do that..” I scoff, grinning. “You think you’ve been waiting a long time.” He laughed, his smiling leaving just as easy as it came. “I love you, (Y/n). So much.” Isaac muttered against my lips. I kissed him again. “I love you too, Isaac.”

(I hope you liked it!)