Cheating - Reggie Mantle

SOOOOOO guess who does Riverdale stuff now. Me. Because when I get a new fandom, it’s all I think about for like two weeks.

Originally posted by rcggiemantle

In which the reader has the locker next to Archie, her best friend since kindergarten.

Words: 871

Warnings: None

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Don’t Worry (Peter Parker x Reader)

Hey, can you do a peter x reader where the reader has a personality like Cat Valentine from victorious and she gets bullied but peter stands up for her and she falls for him and they end up together plz and thanks! Luv ur writings! 💜

Originally posted by v-writings

(Y/B/N) - Your brother’s name. If you don’t have a brother, just choose a random name. Like Nick. Or Jack, something.

The hallway was crowded and smelled of sweat and regret. Peter shoved through the river of conversing teenagers to get to his locker. After jiggling the lock just the right way, he could finally pull it open with force to put away his gym clothes and chemistry book. A cute squeal and a weight on his back told him that his friend, (Y/N), was ready for lunch at Midtown High. While hugging him from behind, you said, “Hey, Petey! You’d never guess what happened to me this weekend!”

He chuckled and asked you, “what happened to you this weekend, snuggles?”. You pull him closer to you and smile against his back. “I was with my Mom in New York and –”. You were shoved to the ground by one of Flash’s ‘henchmen’. “Hey, shortie. How is that brother of yours? Still in that crazy bin?” he teased while leaning against the locker next to Peter’s. “Lol, I bet!” another said in response. Your smile, that Peter thought was permanently tattooed onto your face, fell and your eyes dropped to your glittery shoes. “What the hell, Flash, leave her alone!” Peter fought, angry that the bully was able to have such an effect on you. “Defending your crazy girlfriend? Shut your mouth, Parker. This isn’t about you.”

With a shove into the locker beside Peter’s, Flash and his basketball buddies were down the hallway, walking out of the side door towards the outdoor lunch tables. Tears welled up in your eyes but you fought them off, a faux smile pulling at your quivering lips. “Ready for lunch?” your voice cracked, strained from trying not to cry. Peter pulled you into a constricting embrace and placed a kiss on top of your head when you cuddled into his chest. “Don’t mind him. He doesn’t know anything.”

“But he does. (Y/B/N) used to play basketball with him. Well, until the school decided he was a problem,” you tell him with a scratchy voice. He just whispers ‘everything’s okay. You’ll be okay’ into your hair and holds you close to his chest.

Seventeen: Dating Lee Jihoon

• You automatically become the go-to person when anyone wants anything from Jihoon
• Living for his smol pretty hands
• Him being really clingy and grumpy when he’s tired
• “You’re like this pastry, Jihoon.” “What?” “Soft and squishy and sweet.” “Aish, shush.”
• Him smiling unconsciously whenever you smile
• Not huge on PDA but lots and lots of hand holding
• Probably bringing him coffee at like 3 am and trying to convince him to sleep
• “You only slept litrally two hours yesterday.” “I’ve already had a sip of my coffee. There can be no return.”
• Once, Seungkwan tried to flirt with you to make him jealous
• Needless to say, R.I.P. Seungkwan 2k17
• Sleepy sweater paws
• Occasional bad days w/ nervous breakdowns that end in cuddles and junk food and slow music
• “Hey, shorty.” “Y/n, just because we’re dating doesn’t mean you won’t make my kill list.”
• Begging him to sing for you
• For you anniversary, he actually wrote a song for you
• You and Seungcheol having to double team him to get him to eat and sleep
• Cute pretty sleepy babe

Protector (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

*Not my GIF*

Word Count: 2236

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

You were picked up your textbooks and notebooks, hugging them to your chest and walked briskly out of the classroom. It had been a long and terribly boring school day, as most school days were at the end of the year. The popular guys were pissing off the teachers and talking loudly, the more fashionable girls were Snap-chatting in class, and the teachers were fed up with everyone but still sane enough to give out detention slips. You balanced your binders on your knee while trying to open your locker as quickly as possible, eager to get on the bus to go home. It was Friday, and school was ending next week, much to everyone’s relief. A text from Peter just minutes before had left you in good spirits; he asked to come over like always for a Friday night movie marathon with Michelle and Ned, set with popcorn, ice cream and junk food of every kind. Stuffing things into your backpack and slamming the locker shut, you started down the hallway. The loud chatter from other students passing you gradually got more quiet as people in the very front of the school grew deadly still and began to crowd around something, blocking the entire hall. Whispers and muttering broke out, students everywhere desperate to get to the front where pushing and shoving your small form. Suddenly, a loud, collective gasp came from somewhere in front, followed by laughter and something being banged against what could only be a locker. You huffed loudly, just wanting to get to the buses until-

“Parker, Parker, Parker…” The students in the front chanted, jeering even louder now. Your eyes widened and the breath left your lungs. You shoved people aside, ignoring their grumbles and cursing to break into the inner circle. Another loud metal bang echoed, almost drowned by the loud laughter. Charging through row after row of high schoolers, you ignored the sharp jabs to your stomach from different restless kids. Maybe it isn’t him. You think, already knowing the answer. C’mon Peter, please don’t tell me it’s you out there. Reaching the inner circle, you desperately tried to squeeze between the line of tall guys that stood in front. You duck down, finding a little crack between the wall of jocks to look though. Sure enough, Peter’s beat up sneakers were just visible as he was pushed backwards against the line of lockers.

“How’s that Parker?” Flash Thompson’s voice rang out, angry and arrogant. “Wanted to taste the floor today, didn’t ya?” You hear Peter groan loudly, probably attempting to fight back.

“Hey, leave him alone!” Ned yelled, also trying to help his friend.

“Let me handle this Ned.” Michelle warned, and you calm down a bit. Michelle could help- she was very scary when needed. “Wait ‘till I get my hands on that son of a bitch.”

“What are you going to do?” One of Flash’s friends taunted. “Bore us to death with some nerd science?” Michelle snarled, losing her cool. Poor Ned had to grab both her wrists to hold her back.

“Hey Parker,” Flash announced, lifting Peter off the ground by the hem of his t-shirt. “Why are you so annoying, eh Parker?”

“A-all I did was tell you to s-shut up.” Peter retaliated, squirming. “Not my fault you have the temper of a bull with anger issues.” Flash grabbed Peter’s hair and slammed his head against the lockers. This made anger boiled in you like hot lava, making your head fill with thoughts of how to brutally murder Flash. You pushed even harder against the blockade Flash’s friends made, only managing to kick them in the heel. Fuck that. You think, absolutely enraged. The teachers just had to be in a meeting right now.

“Puny Parker,” Flash teased, cruel and unforgiving. “No wonder you hang out with the losers. D’you really think the Liz Allan would go out with you? Good thing you gave up on that, right? How does it feel to be such an epic loser that you hang around them!” He pointed to Ned restraining Michelle.

“And that other weird girl, what’s her name?” Flash asks. “Bet she only hangs around you ‘cuz she feels sorry for your ugly ass!”

“Leave them out of this! Leave her alone!” Peter yells, swinging his arms to punch Flash.

“Aww, does Puny Parker have a new crush?” Flash cooed, fake pouting. “Gonna go home and cry to your aunt and uncle? Oh wait-you can’t ‘cuz your uncle’s dead. Probably killed himself when he saw what a little bitch he had as a nephew-”

“ENOUGH!” You roared, finally forcing your way past Flash’s ogre friends. Stomping over to him, you let the backpack fall to the floor with a ‘thud’. The students became silent, watching the scene that was unraveling before them. Flash was so shocked he dropped Peter, who slumped against the lockers. You rush to him and drop to your knees, taking his face in your hands and inspecting it. Peter mumbled something about being fine, but his bleeding lip and bruised cheek said otherwise.

“You’ll be alright Peter.” You soothed, wiping the hair from his forehead. “Can you breathe okay? Not going to pass out, right?” He nodded weakly, face growing pink from embarrassment upon realizing that everyone was watching them.

“Okay-umm…” You glance at Ned and Michelle, then help Peter up, slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Y-you’re going to be okay. I’ll make it okay.”

Limping Peter over, you slip his arm off your shoulder and let Ned hold him up. “Take him to the storage closet.” You plead. “Stay there-I’ll be there in a bit.” Michelle nods solemnly and begins to shout at people to make a path. You slowly turn to Flash, a new fire in your eyes.

“What gave you the right?” You ask quietly, your voice a dangerous calm. “What gave you the right to treat him like that Flash?”

“Hey shorty, don’t start.” Flash says, smirking down at you. “Don’t even pretend you can hurt me.”

“Maybe I can’t hurt you, although rest assured that I really, really want to.” You hiss spitefully. “You envy Peter, don’t you?” Flash’s grin slips off of his face and he growls, cracking his knuckles.

You continue, not intimidated by his actions. “You envy Peter because he’s smart enough to be a damn nuclear physicist,” Your voice is rising steadily, reaching the point of near shouting. “And the only job you’ll ever get is serving food at FUCKING MCDONALDS!” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you calm down a bit, feeling about ready to physically explode.

Flash steps closer to you, his red face looking down at you menacingly. “Are you threatening me, you little-”

You cut him off almost immediately, standing on your toes to seem taller. “Am I threatening the great Flash Thompson?” You announce sarcastically. “Hell yeah I am. Don’t think I didn’t see the S.O.L. cheat paper in your backpack. Y’know how much trouble that can get you in? Forget detention, dumb-ass. That’s worth expulsion from school.” Flash paled visibly, stepping back from you.

“You wouldn’t-”

“Oh yes, I would!” You snapped, flailing your arms around wildly. “I can have you expelled faster than you can say your own name. So how about-” You walk up to him and jab an accusing finger at his chest.

“You leave Peter, Ned and Michelle alone-” You poke him a bit harder, taking another step forward. “Stop being such an asshole-” Another sharp prod to his chest.

“And if you ever hurt Peter again, I’ll make the rest of your high school years a living hell!” You shout, pushing Flash back forcefully. Then, picking up your backpack and spinning around on your heel, you stomp away, leaving the stunned highschoolers behind.

The hallways are a blur as you break into a run, sprinting to the famous storage closet that is often used as a hideout or meeting place. You skidded to a halt at the familiar grey plaque on the wall that read “Room 201: Storage”. It takes three quick knocks, a pause, and another two for Ned to open the locked door. You dart inside and take in the sight before you. Peter looked nothing short of terrible; his lip was still bleeding profusely and there was a nice sized cut on his head that made the hair stick to his forehead, staining it a dark red. It hurt you how utterly defeated he was. Remind me to kill Flash later. You think scathingly. Michelle elbows Ned in the side and stares pointedly at the door. When Ned gives her a confused look in return, she rolls her eyes and pushed him out of the storage closet, giving you a hopeful smile before shutting the door.

“Why didn’t you clean up?” You ask, keeping your voice calm.

“I was waiting for you to come.” Peter murmured faintly.

“Peter…” You trailed off, picking a roll of paper towels off a shelf.

“It’s pathetic, I know.” He said, hugging his knees to his chest. “Maybe-maybe you shouldn’t hang around me… You’ll just become another target for Flash.”

“Peter, you’re the smartest person I know…” You start, crumpling a paper towel into a ball. “-So why are you being such a dumb-ass?” Peter looks up, surprised at the change of tone.


“You heard me. Stop being stupid.” You dab gently at his forehead with the ball of paper towels, seeing him wince at every touch. “How could I ever want to stop being around you, hmm? You’re a freaking awesome guy, smarter than anyone else I know. You’re kind and funny and fucking amazing, okay? And Flash won’t even come near us any more unless he wants to be kicked out of school.”

Peter chuckled slightly. “Knowing how you get when angry he probably pissed his pants. Twice.”

“Don’t dodge the topic.” You said coolly, throwing the bloody towel away and getting a new one. “Why do you think you’re not enough? Why don’t you understand how much I-”

“Because-because I don’t know!” Peter said exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in defeat. He was trying to keep it together but the way his voice cracked when he spoke told you how he really was. “You’re you, and I’m just me! How could I possibly be enough for someone like you, huh? Spider-man is the hero, he’s the one who saves people and climbs walls! I’m Peter fucking Parker, the loser who couldn’t even save his-”

You wrap your arms around him, effectively shutting him up. Both of you stay still for a while and you refuse to let him go until his breathing evens out. After hours, or maybe just seconds, Peter sighs in content against your hair, slumping into your body and relaxing. Your hand weaves through his brown locks, gently tugging and pulling, making him whimper softly.

Before you could even think what you were doing, you pulled away for a second and brushed your lips against his jawline ever so lightly. Peter froze and his heart rate began to speed up again.

“Spider-man is great, really he is. But Spider-man’s no Peter Parker.” You say in a rushed whisper, placing his head on your shoulder. “Peter Parker is this fantastically nerdy guy with endless science jokes and big geek glasses and-and he never fails to make his friends laugh, and he may just be the dictionary definition of perfect! That’s how you are, Peter. Just a big ball of freaking adorable dorkiness and it should never be any other way.”

You could feel Peter smile against your shoulder, rubbing his nose against the fabric of your shirt.

“You’re amazing too y’know.” Came Peter’s muffled reply. He moved his head to speak clearly. “You scared Flash Thompson. That’s worth at least a Nobel Prize, being that bad-ass. And you’re better at science than me.”

“Wow Peter, no big speech for me?” You say, laughing slightly. “Fine then. We’re both pretty impressive, huh?”

Peter dug his face back into your shirt and hummed.

“D’you want to go to your place and just chill for awhile?” You ask hesitantly, scared he would freak out over the kiss and say no. Peter beamed brightly and nodded.

“Sure. Stay the night?” He replied, feeling a lot better now. The iPod in your pocket dinged and you saw a text from Michelle explaining that she and Ned were going to skip movie night just this once. You rolled your eyes at the wink emoji that she kept sending.


If anyone were to walk into the living room of the Parker residence at about 11:30 p.m., they would have seen a girl and a boy asleep soundly on the couch, the TV still playing old episodes of Teen Wolf. The two teens were, of course, a hopeless mess of tangled bodies. Both your hands were entwined in Peter’s hair and one leg was thrown over his hip while his arms were wrapped around your waist, his head against your chest, pulling you closer. At around 12:45 a.m. Peter’s hands would move lower to a less innocent place on your body and by 2:20 a.m. you had both rolled over so that you were now on top of him, your head in the crook of his neck. At 4:30 a.m. you sighed in your sleep, peaceful and happy.

wrong number

member: kang daniel
genre: fluff
summary: you haven’t talked to daniel in a while so you used the “sorry wrong number” excuse.
a/n: a lot of people requested part two, so here it is! this is actually the last part too!
if you haven’t read part one, here you go. :)

  • after that one late night call and those uncalled for text messages, the two of you guys started talking again
  • well… mainly through text messaging since you guys didn’t have much time to meet one another
  • most of your texts consist of talking about how stupid you guys were before and how much you guys changed since high school.
  • daniel also sends a lot of photos of his two cats
  • “hey shorty, they wants to see you :(((”
  • and you wanted to see him

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Request: Hello! I wanted to ask you if you could do a Harry Hook imagine where the reader is Tinkerbells or Rapunzels daughter. Maybe Harry could always tease her about her height even though she is not that small at all. And the rest would just be up to you if that’s fine. Thank you! And anyway I love all your work it’s just amazing and making me really feel like I am part of the imagines!

Character: Harry Hook (Descendants 2)

Word count: 602

A/N: This took me forever. I’m working on a few requests right now so please just be patient and I’ll post them all. 

Warnings: None


“Hey, shortie.” You heard the voice of the infamous Harry Hook. 

Since he came to Auradon with a few of the other VKs, he has made it his mission to tease you about your height whenever he saw you. Being the daughter of Tinkerbell you were slightly shorter than the “average height” kids but definitely not from the shortest ones. Despite his father’s bad story with your mother except his teasing you two got long pretty well. You didn’t paid him much attention when he first came to the school because of all the awful things your mother told you about his father, although you had chosen to not judge Harry for the mistakes of his dad. After all, that’s the reason why they came to Auradon.
It was Saturday and you had no classes.

Today was one of the hottest days so you decided to spend it around the pool. Long live the King! You were sunbathing when the pirate came in your vision.

“What do you want, Hook?” You asked unimpressed. 

“Just wanted to see how the small one is doing?” He smirked.

It was not the first time he intentionally came just to tease you. Sadly for him, you didn’t wanted to deal with his crap today, you have had a tough week and just wanted to relax, him always getting so close to you wasn’t helping at all. It wasn’t like you actually had feelings for him, but it also wasn’t as if you didn’t have. It was complicated to say what it really was.

You slowly took of your sunglasses and got up from your sunbed. He narrowed his eyes at you because of the sun, tilting his head on the side. You collected your towel and the rest of your things and passed around him headed to you room, walking near the end of the pool.

“What, you don’t talk with me now, lass?” He chuckled from behind you and you heard the sound of his boots when he started walking in your direction.

“Not in mood, Hook. Save your teasing for how "small” I am for another day. Or forever, I won’t mind that either.“ You said, making quotation marks in the air to emphasize on "small” and not turning around.

“Wait now.” He grabbed your upper arm gently to stop you from walking any further and turned you to face him. “What did I say now?” He frowned.

“Are you serious right now?” You laughed, raising you eyebrows.

“Hell yes, I am.” He frowned even more, not understanding why you were laughing. “Wait, you don’t really got offended, do you?” He asked with a confused expression.

You just stared at him, a grimace on your face. He can’t really be that stupid now, can he? It happened so fast that you didn’t truly proceed what you were about to do before you did it. One second you were staring at each other and in the next you pushed him into the pool where he fell with a loud splash. A few loud chuckles were heard from the rest of the students from around the place, including one that came from you.

“Why the hell did you do that?” He shouted when he came back on the top. His eyeliner smudged and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

“I just thought that you might like the water.” You smiled innocently at him. “Mate.” You said, finally turning around.

“Is that so, shortiе? Well we’ll see about that.” He shouted, the sound of his laugher following you all the way throw the yard.

She’s the one bro ~ Vol.5

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“When is this little one going to pop out.” You groaned head falling onto Conor’s shoulder.

“When he or she feels like it Y/N.” Conor laughed handing you some chocolate, “Plus it’s a Maynard baby, we are always late.”

It had been eight months since you found out you were pregnant, you had gone to the doctors the next morning and they relived you had already been pregnant for a month. Of course Jack was enthusiastic and practically jumped onto to Conor when he was telling him, you remember the look of horror on Conor’s face when he realised he had indeed walked in when you having sex and had got pregnant from it.

Right now though, you were a week past your due date and everyone was getting impatient; especially Jack. All he wanted was for a little Maynard to be running around the house, and finally have the family he wanted.

However, being a week past your due date meant that Jack still had to go and catch up on all those meetings he had been missing on. So that left you, Anna and Conor in the Maynard household by yourselves as Jack was in London and his parents were at work.

And it turns out lucky was not your side today.

You were sat on the sofa in between the oldest and youngest Maynard when you suddenly felt the need to go to the toilet, groaning and mumbling a ‘not again’ causing the two siblings to laugh you got and it only took you four steps out the living room when you felt it.

“Conor!” You screamed in panic, you heard both siblings jump up and run to the hall way where you stood with pure horror on your face. “The fucking water balloon popped.”

It went in the slow motion, Conor ran back into the living room to grab you phone so he can call the midwife and Anna, well Anna panicked. Badly. “Oh my fucking God, what do I d-”

“Anna.” You snapped softly, Anna looked up at you panic clear in her eyes. “Call Jack.”

You watched as she nodded and ran into the living room to get her phone, just as she left a pain surged within your body causing you to let a yelp. Conor ran back out with your phone pressed up to his ear, “You okay?”

“It hurts.” You moaned out and Conor quickly rushed that you were in pain to your midwife.

“Okay, um, Y/N. How much does it hurt?” Conor asked, throwing one of your arms over his shoulder.

You said two words that soon turned everyone in a mode of panic, “A lot.”

“Anna!” Conor shouted, “Hey Y/N, look we are going to take you to the hospital okay? It’s going to be okay.”

You nodded feeling the pain get worse, Anna had come out of the living room, shoes on her feet and her phone on speaker. “Jack won’t pick up.”

Conor muttered curse words at your boyfriend as he thought of a plan, “Okay, right, Anna hold Y/N as I get some shoes and my keys, call mum and dad. Y/N use your phone to call you parents and see if Jack will answer the phone to you okay? Okay? Good plan.”

Anna put your arm around your shoulder as Conor jumped over your water leak, Anna passed you your phone as your quickly called your mum telling her it was time and Anna did the same thing with her parents.

Just as you hung up, Conor came spirting down the hallway totally forgetting that there was a pulled of water because he went flying through it and slipped in the air. You had burst into laughter at the sight of a horrified Conor sat in the puddle of you water, “That’s fucking disgusting.” Conor spoke and shouted the last word.

It wasn’t till you had stopped laugh and moaned in pain everyone got back to their senses and the next thing you know you were rushed out into the car.

Picking your phone, you rang your boyfriend, “Heyyyyyyy, this is Jack I can-”

“I swear to shit I am going to fucking kill him.” You muttered untill an idea struck you, scrolling through your contacts you clicked on Lexi’s name and handed the phone to Anna as she was sat in the back seat with you.

“Y/N is ever-”

“Lexi its happening.” Anna panicked voice ran down the phone with Conor shouted curse words at over cars.

Lexi sat on the other side of the phone pale as a ghost, she jumped up from her seat and burst through the doors that held the live meeting Jack was doing. Jack was smiling towards the interviewer when Lexi burst into the room and he knew, he knew just then you were going to be having the baby.

She didn’t have to utter anything before Jack had jumped up from his chair and grabbed her phone out of her hands and started running down the corridors. “Baby?” He asked down the phone hearing Lexi run after him.

“Jack?” Anna asked wincing in pain when you squeezed her hand.

“Is she okay? What’s happening? I’m on my way.” Jack rushed pushing people out the way, one of those people having being Caspar who frowned watching one of his best friend spirt through people with Lexi spirting right behind him.

It took Caspar three seconds before he was running after them screaming at his manager who was gaping at him, “I’M NOT MISSING MY BEST FRIENDS BIRTH.”

Jack had managed to reach Lexis car, where Lexi had thrown him the keys and he was already in the car starting up the car with Lexi he quickly put the phone on speaker and threw it into her lap. He was about to ask Anna to pass the phone to you when he heard the back doors of the car being thrown open and someone jumping in the back seat.

He turned around and saw Caspar sat there putting his belt on, not even questioning how Caspar had found them he pulled out the parking space. “Pass the phone to Y/N.”

“Jack.” He heard your voice and he instantly frowned at the pain leaking within your voice.

“Baby listen, I am going to make this okay?” He spoke speeding through the streets of London.

You yelped in pain and Jack sped faster, “It’s going to take you at least two hours with traffic.”

Jack opened his mouth to speak but Caspar voice cut through “There’s no traffic it will take you an hour and a half.”

“Caspar?” You questioned confusingly.

“Hey shorty, anyway with the way Jack’s speeding it will probably take us an hour maybe less.”

“I don’t care how long it takes, if your ass does not get here by the time I’m squeezing this baby out I am going to murder you.” And with that you hung up leaving Jack to speed to Brighton.

“Listen very carefully Y/N, approximately twenty minutes you are going to have to start pushing. We need you to choose one person to stay in the room with you as well.” The doctor told you wearily knowing that Jack still hadn’t arrived.

Nodding your head, the doctor left you and the Maynard family, “If Jack doesn’t make it, Conor you better be fucking ready.”

“Me?” Conor asked surprised.

“No Connor Ball, yes fucking you.”

Conor nodded, holding your hand for every time you need to squeeze. The doctor came in a few minutes after holding some scrubs, “Have you chosen who will be staying in the time with you?”

Conor stood up holding his hand out ready to take them when a loud bang echoed the room and an out of breath sweaty Jack Maynard entered the room, “Am I late?”

“Oh thank the lord, I don’t know if I could have done that.” Conor sighed pushing the scrubs in Jack’s hands walking out the room, “This baby better be the best damn baby in the world, causing me heart attacks all day.”

“Jack.” You gritted out seeing him just staring you with a face of awe, “Put the damn scrubs on.”

Nodding his head Jack quickly went into the room bathroom and put them on as the rest of his family left the room wishing you a good luck or in Helen’s words “If it’s anything like my boys, you’re going to be in hell.”

The doctor started talking to you about how you were going to need to start pushing but from the corner of your eye you saw Jack hand the midwife something before he walked over to you.

“Mr. Maynard ready?” The doctor asked.

Jack nodded, bending down whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you screamed. “Come on princess, you can do it.”

Jack looked up towards the doctor who nodded at the boy, “One more push baby, one more.”

Jack watched as you screamed one last time before he heard the small cries of your baby, he kissed your forehead laughing softly as you cried in happiness. He lifted his he heads and watch as the midwife came towards him, “Congratulations, it’s a baby girl.”

You watched the midwife show Jack your baby girl before turning towards you and handing her over to you. You choked back a sob staring down at the little girl in front of you, “She’s so beautiful.” You whispered running a finger down her face.

“She’s perfect.” Jack whispered crying, you both stared at the little human before the midwife came over asking if she can check everything again. She handed your little girl to another nurse before she came back with a smile on her face.

“Have you decided on a name?” She smiled.

Jack looked down at you, you nodded with a smile. “Alexa Maynard.”

“Oh what a lovely name, let me go get Alexa for you now.” She smiled walking away.

Jack put his hand in his pocket and messed around with the small black box, he watched the nurse hand his daughter over to you.

It’s time…

The nurse handed Alexa to you before speeding walking away, looking down at your daughter you gasped, tears filling up in your eyes when you read what was on the baby grow.

Looking to your left you found your boyfriend with his left knee on the floor with a beautiful diamond ring.

“When I first talked to you at that bar, I thought god damn I want this girl, not just for the night but I want this girl in my life. I don’t care if she’s my best friend or the girl I wake up to every morning. I want her. The time you fought with my crazy ex-girlfriend with just sass, then laughed like nothing with the boys was the time I knew we were going to be together for the rest of our life’s. I love your smile, I love the way your eyes twinkle, I love your laugh, and God I love you. Will you Marry me?

“Yes, Yes, Oh my god yes!” Jack smiled getting up the floor and very carefully slipped the ring on your finger, as you were still holding Alexa.

Jack whipped your tears pressing a small but still full of love kiss, Jack took Alexa out of your arms and started mumbling promises to his new girl. You stared the two of them in awe before looking down at the beautiful ring in front of you.

From that very moment you knew your life was going to only get better and better from now.

Living with BTS

* Waking up to Namjoon almost breaking the door. And your ear drums.


* Frowning at how stressful the boys’ schedule is as they discuss it at the breakfast table.

* “It’s stressful but it makes us happy!” Jimin smiles.

* Helping Jin with the dishes.

* Jungkook carries you on his back as he goes up the stairs and throws you on your bed when he gets to your room.

* After everyone gets ready to leave, you all run down the stairs to go to the company.

* You smiling at each one of them as they practice their dances.

* “I deserve my position as dance leader, don’t I” Hobi asks and you nod aggressively.

* Getting them cold drinks and ice cream for after practice.


* Reading books about aliens with Taehyung during breaks.

* “I want to visit mars”

* “You want to go back to your homeland?”

* After a lot of practice, you all return home to spend the rest of the evening together.

* Cooking lessons with world-wide handsome.

* Jimin always standing next to you because you’re the only one shorter than him.

* “Hey shorty” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

* Namjoon trying to keep things PG.


* Free style rapping with Yoongi.

* “That was good” he compliments your rapping of how good looking he is.

* Falling asleep on the couch unconsciously.

* “Shhhhh, the baby is asleep” Jin whispers.

* Hoseok carries you up to your room and tucks you in.

* All the boys making sure you’re getting good sleep because you’re just like a little sister to them.

* “Good night, y/n”


Little Red

Summary : Jim Kirk loves teasing the reader because of her height. The reader shows him that though she maybe tiny,she is not to be messed with. 

Pairing : Jim Kirk x reader

POV : Third Person

Word Count : 949

Beta Reader : the lovely @yourtropegirl who (along with @lostdreamsanddeadroses ) changed my life for better or worse by introducing me to this fandom. Thank you darling <3

A/n : This is my first ever Star Trek fic. Constructive criticism is welcome <3

Originally posted by captainprincesskk

He was late yet again.

To be fair, he would have got there early if it hadn’t been for Gaila, who couldn’t find her shirt and the fact that they’d started making out halfway through. But Bones didn’t need to know that. 

“Thought you wouldn’t make it” Bones said, slapping Jim on the back. 

“And miss out on getting you drunk and getting you some action? Not a chance,” Jim chuckled, taking a seat at the bar with the others. 

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Sexual Cuddiling 》Thor x Chubby!Short!Reader 》Smut

@ladydork requested a Thor x Chubby and short reader, here it is! ♡

Warning(s): Rough sex, I dont know just sex,

I nuzzled my head into Thor’s chest, He gripped my thighs. I never thought cuddling would get to this. Thor let out a guttural groan and threw back his head as I grinded my arse onto his crotch. I leaned back and watched Thor’s face, his face contorted in pleasure.

“Thor..” I moaned his name as he bucked his hips into mine, he lifted me off and carried me to our room. “Thor, put me down! I’m heavy!” Thor looked at me, “My love, are you calling yourself fat?” I nodded, he set me down onto the bed. “Darling, you are beautiful being in all the nine realms, your weight doesn’t matter to me.” He reassured, he leaned into my neck and licked my pulse. I groaned and gripped his blonde locks. He took his hand and ripped my shirt and bra off “Fuck!” I threw back my head and groaned, “Such a pretty lady like you shouldn’t have a vulgar mouth like yours” I blushed

He latched his lips onto my pink bud, “Thor” I moaned, I wrapped my legs around his hips. Once he had treated both of my tits, he rubbed my sides as he leaned down and pulled off my Pants and panties, I let out a silent moan and he licked my clit. “Thor..!” I reached down and tugged at his shirt, “unfair” I whispered, He smirked and pulled it off, along with his jeans. He prodded my clitoris with his tongue. After begs of ‘Please! don’t stop!’ and ‘Thor!!’ I finally felt that familiar knot in my stomach, “Thor!!” I screamed as he bit my clit, the bubble popping. I felt him kick up my juices.

 He got up to my level looking me in the eyes, I nodded and he pulled off his boxers and slowly slid into me. I moaned and twitched, I wrapped my arms around his neck, “faster!!” I moaned, and he complied. I closed my eyes and threw back my head. “Don’t stop Thor!!” I yelled as he hit my sweet spot. I felt the bubble again and bucked my hips once more, Thor buried his head into the crook of my neck.

 “(y/n)..” He moaned as his thrusts became harder and faster. I loved rough. I felt my release soon popping, “I’m going to cum!!” I moaned, Thor whispered ‘me too’ Thor came inside of me, which caused me to hit my own sweet release. “Fuck!” I moaned as we rode out our highs. “Mr. Odinson, Miss. (Y/L/N). Stark has requested you in the living room" 

 “Hey shorty!” Tony soon stopped and laughed and pointed at me, “what?” I mumbled “Your neck!!” He was on the point of tears, soon rolling on the ground, “Thor!!” I turned to my tall boyfriend, “What My love? Do you not like me marking you as mine?” That only caused everyone to laugh.. and Tony to piss his pants.

Is this the Sequel? - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Title: Is this the Sequel?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: —

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: @earthquackles actually once messaged me this: how about… henry cavill x reader?? are you a fan? Or maybe Jensen jealous of reader and Henry? Probably because he is in love with her and doesn’t want to lose the chance to say he loves her. 

I wasn’t a fan back then because I had not seen any of his movies and didn’t know him much but now oh damn yes! So of course I came up with this now! Enjoy!

“I insist though, it was clear. Batman so totally had it. I mean first; he had pinned him he could just as well kill him like that and second; dudes it’s batman! Even without seeing the movie I was sure he’d win!” Jensen mumbled next to you and you shared a look with Jared before you both chuckled.

“Hey Jensen, easy. Your Dean is showing.” Jared said laughing as Jensen only rolled his eyes at his friend.

“That and- I don’t really think it was that obvious. Maybe Superman could have won if the situation was slightly different.” you said with a smirk, taking a bite of your food. You loved acting, and you loved goofing around on set with the boys but lunch break when you actually had the time to talk was the best of all.

“Of course you’d say that.” he huffed “Everything for your Henry.” he seemed a little too annoyed and you knew it wasn’t for you teasing him or even disagreeing. No that had happened a few times before and his reaction wasn’t like this. You knew that it was about the person in specific.

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Spider Mayhem

Originally posted by jackmaynard-23

“Hey, Jack!” I say answering the front door.

“Hey, shorty!” He says.

We both then walk into the living room.

“Oh, you already set up the equipment?” He asks looking around.

“Yeah, I set it all up when Joe left.” I walk over and get myself a cup of coffee.

“So what are we filming today?” I turn to him.

“Say It or Shot It!” He smirks.

My eyes grow in realization.

“Wait why are you smirking I’ll be asking just as many embarrassing questions as you ask me?” His smirk falls.

“Right.” He trails off regretting this weeks decision.


“Welcome back guys and today I’m joined with the lovely y/n!” He says pointing to me.

“Hi guys!” I wave.

“Now today we’ll be playing Say It or Shot It. This time it will be the last I ever play this game. Now, this is where we…basically embarrass the other person.” I give out a big sigh.

“Don’t worry there are only five questions.” He tries to reassure me.

How did I get myself into this? I look down at the three shots in front of me. This reddish brownish looking shot catches my eye. I pick it up to examine what it could be.

“What’s this?” I ask worriedly.

“That would be tabasco sauce and mayo.” He looks at me.

“And this is mustard and ketchup and last but not least, vinegar and fish sauce.” He says while holding the two shots.

I gag a little looking at it.

“Okay let’s get this over with.” I clap my hands.

After flipping a coin, Jack got the pleasure of asking me the first question.

“Y/n how did you first meet Joe?” He smirks. I look at him astonished.

“Oh and for this question, if you don’t answer you can drink the tabasco sauce with mayo.” He smiles at the camera. I look down at the shot.

“You know how much I hate you right now!?” I say while taking the shot. I did this while looking up at the ceiling. Out of shock, I froze in place. Right above me was a big spider hanging down from the ceiling. I lean back a bit and fall backward onto the floor. I start coughing from how spicy the shot was. 

“Wow. Um, y/n are you okay?” Jack asks.

“Jack there’s a spider!” I scream.

He quickly gets out of his seat looking around to where it could be. 

“Jack there!” I point, standing up.

“Well don’t just stand there! Kill it!” I yell frantically.

“Y/n you’re crazy! You do it!” 

“N-No I’m good.” I back away a little.

We then hear the front door open. Oh, thank God Joe’s here.

“Love?” He asks confused.

“Guys. What’s wrong?” He tries again.

“Honey there’s a spider.” I point out.

“Ohhhh. You should’ve just said that in the first place.” He relaxes

He walks over to the spider and kills it with his hands. Jack and I both let out a breath. I walk over to Joe and kiss him on the lips.

“Thanks, honey.” I smile.

“Yeah, thanks mate.” Jack bro hugs him. I walk on over to the camera and see it had recorded that whole scene.

“Well, at least we got good footage.” I laugh.

anonymous asked:

You are SO talented! Everything you write is soo cite! I was wondering what if Bakugou had a crush on one of his classmates that was short and she was very insecure abt it but never showed it hiding it behind a smile amd she was sweet to everyone? I don't know? Thankk you. :3

This was the idea I got from this request! I thought it was cute and I hope you like what I came up with!! 

Thank you so much for such sweet words! You’re making me blush! (〃艸〃)

Bakugo, Katsuki

“Hey shortie! How’s the weather down there!” One of the rowdy members of class 1-C barked out suddenly at the passing girl, ever since the villain attack and the massive win at the sports festival class 1-A has gotten more and more attention. Both wanted and unwanted. Y/N who was getting called out, attempted to ignore them, she knew she was short— no one in her life would let her forget it. She couldn’t understand why her height was always center of attention, she was born this way. Why was it always a funny topic to others?

Clenching her fingers into a shaken fists, she glared over her shoulder at the others and she paused. “G-Good morning, I hope we all do our best today!” Y/N began again, smiling as brightly and as falsely as best as she could before rushing away from the snickering group. All her life has been nothing but remarks to her height, it wasn’t fair! Her mother was short, even her twin brother but they were all taller than her, so it didn’t matter. ‘Don’t ever let them see you cry!’ Izuku’s voice always echoed in her head whenever she wanted to break down, she had to run quickly. Because the moment she turned a corner, Y/N couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “S-Stupid…” she whined, her palms going to her watery eyes.

Tch… you really are crying…” a familiar voice interrupted her sobs. The small girl looked up, feeling her eyes turn into water faucets seeing her childhood friend and fellow classmate’s ashen blonde hair through blurry tears.

“…Ka-Ka-Kacchaaaan….!” she wailed, trying to wipe away her tears but failing miserably.

Bakugo had been in the area when he overheard far too old nicknames being thrown out rather loudly, there was only one person short enough to get shit for it. Y/N Midoriya. The hothead watched the girl’s reaction intently his complete focus directed onto her and he found himself immediately following when she ran off, leaving behind a confused Kaminari, who was trying to tell Bakugo about the crazy dream he had last night. There was something off about the smile she just gave. It reminded him too much of Izuku’s when they were younger, the one he would give Bakugo, no matter how rude he was to him. It pissed him off! Plus he had seen the girl’s smile so many times in his life— there was no way that shit was real.

“Shut it! Just stop all the damn crying already and talk!” Seeing just how unraveled the girl really was pissed the blonde off further, now instead of the usual mild simmer, he was boiling mad. Class hasn’t even started yet and he hasn’t crossed paths with the other Midoriya in this forsaken school but here he was raging because this small girl was crying. Why did that piss him off so much? It was because she was weak and didn’t stick up for herself completely opposite from himself. He didn’t like weaklings, that’s why he’s so mad. Had to be the reason, he thought. But a sudden tap against his chest snapped him from his mind, his crimson irises looked down to see the girl’s fists pounding against him but he hardly felt anything when she did.

“Y-You’re so mean… Kacchan…” Y/N sniffed between words, her head hanging lower. She pulled her hands away from Bakugo and brought them back up to her face hiding it within her palms. The blonde just glared at the girl, watching everything she did so closely, studying her every move, and then his anger started to cool off while her sobs filled his ears again. She really was hurt by those nicknames, after all these years and he never knew it affected her this much. Bakugo bit at his lip some as he wracked his brain of what to do, he realized he really didn’t like to see her like this, hell this was the first time he’s seen this usually disgustingly happy girl anything but.

“Tell anybody about this….. and I’ll make sure you regret it….” Bakugo growled lowly and before the girl could even respond, Bakugo grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and pulled her into his strong, toned arms. He kept her close and hidden within his chest, allowing her finishing crying against him and she did. While this small girl sobbed, Bakugo kept silent, feeling slightly calmer than he would normally be. His crimson irises looked down at his fingers which were intertwined with her long dark green locks, they were soft. She was soft and she also smelled really, really good. ‘W-Why the hell am I thinking this crap?!’ he screamed within his head realizing he was starting to blush. “Oi…..Oi….. you done yet? …..We’re going to be late…” he managed to stamper out, patting the girl’s back gently. ‘Why am I being so gentle to stupid Deku’s sister, goddammit!’

Y/N nodded and pulled away from his body hesitantly, still nervous he actually hugged her, which he hadn’t done since they were five. She rubbed at her puffy eyes and attempted to blink, smiling now that she had gotten all that negativity out. “Tch… look at you….. idiot, let’s go!” Bakugo barked out, grabbing the girl’s wrist and dragging her back towards their classroom behind him. He was glad that she was behind because he didn’t want her to see his cheeks burning red hot. ‘Why was that hug so nice?! Why did that smile make my heart stop for a second!? I think I should go to the nurse….’ This boy was in complete denial over what he was feeling and the one mixing up his emotions was the girl of his childhood. 

“B-Bakugo has Y/N hostage!” Uraraka gasped the moment Bakugo slammed into the classroom with his hand still wrapped around Y/N’s wrist. This snapped everyone’s attention on the two, also seeing as they were the last remaining students to get to class. Izuku stood up with gasp as well, but the sound he made was far from it, he’d protect his twin sister from any trouble, Kacchan included!

“If you’re dating Y/N, then Deku will be your brother someday! Hey, that’s great! Maybe you two will finally get along!” Kirishima chimed in with a toothy grin.

“W-W-What kind of stupid crap!” Bakugo screamed, feeling steam coming out of his ears not only from anger but embarrassment. His face as red as his irises. “Like hell I would get along with him!”

“So you are dating!” Kaminari and Sero asked in unison and Bakugo exploded his quirk towards them.

“H-heh…..s-s-so why are you still holding h-her ha-hand Kacchan….?” Izuku was on the verge of fainting. Anyone but Kacchan!

Haechan: what if we started calling each other by our most dominant feature? Like “hey, shorty!” or “what’s up, flat-ass?”

Jaehyun: Haechan, that’s actually called bullying..

Haechan: …

Jaehyun: …

Jaehyun: Who was “flat-ass” for?

Haechan: Hey, don’t be insensitive! Asking this kind of questions..

Haechan: aah, bullies everywhere!

Jaehyun: *glares at Haechan*

Jaehyun: *goes to a mirror and checks his ass out* 

Reaction: GF Being 150-155 cm Tall (hyung line)


Originally posted by markdon-nct

He would not mind it at all, I think that he would really find it cute that you’re short and would…admire it. but we can’t forget he’ll also share your pain cause he is the shortest in hyung line.


Originally posted by nctepdnim

He wouldn’t mind you height as all, though he probably will view you as a smol being and protect you more, even if you slip, cause you are precious. He gonna catch all them jokes about your height and throw them back at ‘em.


Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Seriously though, I think Johnny is the type to go up to you and be like, “Damn girl you short,” so most likely he would make fun of it because it’s you(also cause he a tall as person). Or come up to you like"hey shorty" with a smirk every time you guys meet, then act all precious afterward.


Originally posted by chantenyongs

He probably can’t help but smile when you talk about your shortness and your struggle, especially when you seem serious but your short so it makes it funny.


Originally posted by nakamotens

Will be like Johnny but maybe too playful about it leading to small unnecessary arguments, and the thing it, he probably never stop doing it unless you do truly feel hurt about it.


Originally posted by chanhees

If your ever feeling insecure about your shortness, Kun will take care of that, I feel like he’s the cliche type of person in a drama that constantly take care and compliments an individual and that is you. where my baby at though, he long gone ;-;


Originally posted by nctinfo

He’ll make fun of you just like Johnny but will immediately apologize because he feel bad for it like, “Hey shorty, Im sorry, I can’t help it.” and then just few second of awkward silence then his awkwardness has risen again.


Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

Probably won’t understand why you might feel insecure about your shortness, but he’ll assure you that you great just the way you are, although he will still laugh.


Originally posted by why-jaehyun

He would absolutely just love watching you with your struggles, but he is a kind person so in the end, he is mostly likely to help you even though internally, he’s laughing his ass off and is actually enjoying it. an evil sweetheart.


Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

I don’t think he’ll talk about your height a lot since he’ll most likely only care for you as a whole.

- Admin Casper REQUEST OPEN

I am back!!!! It’s okay everyone who it of that height, I am too, and i had all these feeling before ;-;, i love tall people too but lowkey hate them XD and heres Maknae Line

anonymous asked:

#6 with tododeku (OR todoiideku ;)) todoroki as the lee would be p nice too

#6. “Wow, you’re such a shorty.”

“Hey, can I borrow some pajama pants? I forgot to pack some,” Midoriya asks, peeking his head into Todoroki’s bedroom for a moment. Todoroki looks up and raises an eyebrow. 

“Of course, but I’m not sure they’ll fit you very well.”

Midoriya frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Todoroki hides his smile behind his phone. “Well… you’re kind of short.”

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The Girl Who Pt. 2

A/N: Hello beautifuls 😘😘 Here’s part 2 of this new Teen Wolf imagine series I’m working on. I’m sorry I didn’t post last week but I was out of town and it was my 21st birthday 🤓🍸🥃Here it is now and I’m really excited about it! Happy Friday readings 😌.

Part 1 is here —> The-Girl-Who-Pt-1

“Y/n, are you gonna be there for me?” Isaac asks softly only wanting her to hear but in a room of werewolves he knew that was impossible. They stand for together for a while getting lost into each other’s eyes; their hands find their way back home, intertwined together.
“Always,” she replies smiling at the sweet boy. She will save Isaac, she thinks to herself.
“Y/n the second they see you— Peter starts.
“Then I won’t get caught,” Y/n sasses as she walks out of the loft pulling Isaac with her.
And no one stopped her because they knew Y/f/n Y/l/n, the girl who’d put her life at risk for the disturbed, curly-haired werewolf whom she was in love with.
“Come on Allison, please?” Y/n begs her hunter friend as she follows her into the library.

“No,” Allison replies sharply, nearly cutting Y/n’s plead off.
The stuffy smell of must mixed with various lunches students snuck in, hit them both at once. Y/n watches a group of students sneakily eating greasy cheeseburgers and curly fries, that must be today’s lunch; Stiles is having a field day in the cafeteria, Y/n thinks to herself. The library is more crowded than usual; students sacrificing to eat lunch with their friends to prepare for midterms, which are vastly approaching. A few students glance up at the two girls, including Danny who smiles and softly waves at Y/n. His acknowledgement of her didn’t suffice as she starts walking towards his direction.
“I’ll catch up with you,” she tells Allison who nods as she walks towards the pack’s favorite table, a beaten-up, and wooden long table located far in the back of the library, that way no one could hear them talk about the supernatural rarities going on around them.
Y/n stood in front of her friend, “Hey Danny-Boy,” Y/n says as he stands and wraps her in a giant bear hug, lifting her petite frame off the ground.
“Hey Shorty,” he greets back calling her by the nickname several fellow classmates have assigned to her, including Coach; it doesn’t bother her though.
“How goes it?” Y/n asks smiling up at him as she straightens down her platinum leather skirt.
“Really great, I missed you at last Friday’s game though,” he says pouting slightly, “I hope you know we lost was because our good luck charm wasn’t there,” he teases, bumping his hip into Y/n’s side.
“Oh please, that’s a myth Scotty and Stiles created,” Y/n bashfully responds.
“Myth or not, it rings true,” he says matter of factly, causing Y/n to shrug.
“Hey, I’m having a movie-a-thon/pool party this weekend, parents will be gone,” Y/n invites him.
“Again?” Danny asks, not out of rudeness but sincerity knowing how much her parents’ absence affect her.
“Yeah, apparently, they’re looking to build a new corporate office so they’ve been going land hunting,” Y/n replies. “Honestly, I think they’re using that as an excuse to get a break from work,” Y/n jokes causing Danny to laugh.
“Well, you know you’re always welcome at my home,” Danny reassures Y/n, “My mom misses you. Her exact words were ‘What happened to the sweet, pretty girl, who loves my cooking’” Danny tells her causing them both to laugh.
“I miss your mom so much, she’s so sweet and her cooking broke dah mouth,” Y/n says using her friend’s native slang. “Those two months we were lab partners I ate so good, between the poke, chicken long rice, saimin, laulau, and what was that stuff with the gravy and egg?” Y/n asks.
“We call it Loco Moco,” Danny says smiling remembering that was Y/n’s favorite.
“Mmmm, and the manapua, malasadas, and haupia, no wonder I gained almost 30 pounds,” Y/n laughs along with Danny.
“I remember, and you made me buy you new jeans and forced me to workout with you,” Danny adds.
“Well you only bought me three pairs so I had to lose the weight to fit back into my pants,” Y/n sasses playfully. “I’m pretty sure she thought you and I were dating,” Y/n adds.
“She did,” Danny confesses smiling.
“I could see it, though, I mean if you weren’t…” Y/n starts.
“Awww…does someone have a crush on me?” Danny teases as he pinches her cheeks.
“Stop,” Y/n whines, “You’re messing up my highlight,” she teases as she starts lightly punching him in his abs.
“Since when did you start wearing highlight?” Danny asks, “Lemme guess,” he begins, “Lydia Martin?”
“The girl knows her stuff,” Y/n chuckles.
“I’m glad to see her demeanor hasn’t tainted you though,” Danny adds.
“What do you mean?” Y/n inquiries.
“Well before her, you were repulsed by your parents’ money and the things it could buy,” Danny answers her.
“Well, she showed me that I don’t have to sacrifice my benevolence for Dior dresses, Anthropologie jumpsuits, and overly priced cosmetics,” Y/n says matter-factly, “Plus, I like the way highlight looks on me,” she finishes.
“Me too,” Danny winks as he brushes a piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear.
“Ooh, is my Danny-boy blushing? Is someone crushing on me?” Y/n teases Danny back as a deep sound of a voice clearing comes from behind her.
“Actually, he’s my Danny-boy,” Ethan says roughly as he purposely bumps into Y/n’s shoulder causing her to stumble into a pair of clawed hands.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Aiden taunts as he traps Y/n’s sides in a death grip, his claws piercing her skin. She winces slightly but continues holding her poker face but he can smell the fear seeping through her pores. “Miss Y/f/n Y/l/n looking sexy as ever.”
“Let me go,” she says through tight teeth.
“Why? Aren’t we having fun?” he says squeezing her waist making her butt push into his crotch.
“That’s enough” Danny commands reaching towards Y/n but Ethan pulls him back.
“Stay out of this, “Ethan commands Danny, stunning him by his sudden surge of dominance.
Y/n continues struggling to break free as she glances at Danny, he looks at her with a sorry expression, “It’s okay, Danny,” Y/n says. “I’m fine,” she continues as she elbows the alpha in the side of his stomach.
He releases her and she starts to walk away but he snatches her by the back loop of her skirt.
“Still playing hard to get I see,” he snickers in her ear as he turns her around to face him.
“Tell me, baby, when will you stop playing with pups and come feel what’s like to be with an alpha,” Aiden asks as his eyes quickly flash a fiery red, his hands snaking back to her waist flushing her body against his.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Y/n says, trying to pry his hands off, but its no use. “Isaac Lahey,” Aiden says.
“What about him?” Y/n snaps at Aiden and he’s taken aback by the furiousness radiating off her velvety skin.
“Oh? Trouble in paradise?” Aiden taunts as his hands move to her butt, “Did the pup abandon you the same way his father did him?” he asks as he starts groping her.
“Stop please,” she begs him, staring weakly into his burning eyes.
“Let me take you back to my place and I promise you’d be begging me not to, babe,” he whispers in her ear.
“Alright, enough!” Danny shouts causing quite a few students to look at the four of them, including Allison who watched the whole thing from afar. Y/n is right she needs to learn how to fight, well at least defend herself, Allison thought to herself.
“Whenever you’re tired of chasing Isaac, I’ll be waiting princess,” Aiden whispers before he mockingly kisses her cheek and walks past her.
Isaac Lahey, the name brings a sour taste to her mouth. The curly-haired boy has been ignoring her for the last week. The last she’s talked to him was after training in the loft, when Y/n took him back to her house.
                                              ONE WEEK AGO
Isaac’s jaw drops as they walk into Y/n’s enormous room. “You’ve literally had your mouth open since we pulled up,” Y/n teases him.
“Your room is gigantic!” he exclaims as he walks into it doing a few 360’s. Her walls were decorated with pale purplish-blue quartz crystal matching her spotless, plush wool carpet. Both sides of her room have an acrylic panel door, bordered with turquoise and curly line accents of silver. The door on the left is ajar and he sees, what looks like another hallway leading to another room but he realizes it’s her closet. Lydia must have a field day in here, Isaac thinks to himself.  In the left corner of her room is a wall length tri-window, which opens to reveal a small balcony facing the woods; he knows she’s spent countless hours standing out there meditating. Three steps lead to her king size bed centered towards the back wall of her room taking up a great amount of space. Four room tall beams frame her bed as a silky ivory canopy drapes over her neatly tidy bed. Isaac walks toward her mountain of a bed and run his fingers over her silk pillows. Never has he felt material as smooth as this.
“It’s charmeuse satin,” Y/n tells him, “It feels like heaven when you sleep on it naked,” she tells him bluntly, unknowingly killing the nervous boy in a good way. He starts feeling himself growing as he pictures himself lying naked under those sheets as the y/s/c girl rides him to oblivion.
“Are you alright?” Y/n asks as she watches the werewolf’s flustered expression.
“Yeah,” he says weakly taking in the rest of the room. Straight across from her bed is a sparkling marble, three-tier 10ft desk. The top tier is full of glass organizers filled with pencils, pens, highlighters, sticky notes, and other study tools all organized by color. The second tier is decorated with two Apple Mac desktops, a printer, and a built-in touch screen calendar. Textbooks, homework, and the new book she’s reading, “The Host” by Stephanie Meyer, lay atop the final tier. “No books about werewolves or banshees, or information about the nemeton?” Isaac questions, he would expect her room to be filled supernatural information seeing that she does majority of the research.
“We keep it at Stiles’ home. If the housekeeper would’ve came in and found it, my parents would ship me off to London with Jackson,” Y/n informs him.
“How’s he doing, by the way?” Isaac asks, sincerely wanting to know.
“He’s doing great!” Y/n smiles, “Apparently, London chicks are freaks, if you know what I mean,” she says winking at him causing Isaac to raise his eyebrows at her. “His words, not mine” Y/n says raising her hands making Isaac laugh. “I miss him,” Y/n speaks up after a moment of silence, “My parents and I are going to visit the Whittemore’s over Christmas break,” she gleams, clapping her hands.  
“You’re going to London?” Isaac says, sadness flushing over his face.
“Only for three weeks,” she says grabbing his hands.
“I don’t know if I can go that long without my anchor,” he informs her pulling her closer into him.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” she assures him, rubbing her thumbs over his warm knuckles.
“Yeah but who knows what’ll show up in those three weeks,” he rebuttals.
“Isaac,” Y/n says firmly, “Christmas break is a month away, no need to get upset now,” she tells him.
A weird hammock-like pod-shaped chair tucked into her desk catches his eye, “How do you sit in that?” Isaac queries, making the girl chuckle.
“It’s a lot more comfortable than it looks,” she reassures him staring into his warm, blue eyes as he stares back into hers. How did he end up here, in the girl of his dreams’ room, holding her in his arms? Suddenly he realizes he’s both sweaty and smelly, the last two things he wants to be while he’s living out his ultimate fantasy.
“Do you mind if I use your shower?” Isaac asks Y/n, interrupting their trance.
“Sure!” Y/n gleams, “It’s the door to the right,” she says pointing towards the other closed door. “There’s fresh towels in the cabinet, and sorry but I only have vanilla and lavender soaps and lotions,” she confesses.
“That’s fine,” Isaac chuckles, as he finally learns what her signature smell is.
“If you would like I can throw your clothes into the wash now so you can change into them once you’re finished,” Y/n suggests to the adorable boy.
“That’s fine,” Isaac says again walking into the spacious bathroom; which is about the size of Derek’s living room. Straight to the back of the bathroom, in front of another floor length window, is a free-standing marble tub, taking up nearly the whole back of the room. To the right of the tub is a four-door shower, with a fountain head the size of a ceiling fan, hanging from the matching white marble ceiling. The left of the bathroom holds a radiant white marble sink with a vanity decorated with makeup. The bathroom walls are an exotic turquoise material, the floor covered in, plush white carpet.
“You have carpet in your bathroom!?” Isaac gasps, as he watches his toes disappear in the smooth and fluffy floor.
“It’s 100% Vicuña fur,” Y/n tells him as he raises his eyebrow at her. “It’s from llamas in Peru,” Y/n informs him.
“This is probably the world’s most expensive mansion,” Isaac starts, “Is your whole room basically, expensive furs, marble and quartz crystals?” he asks.
“Our house is number four on the top 10 most expensive houses coming in at nearly 8.7 billion dollars,” Y/n says lowering her head.
“And yet you’d rather stay at the loft,” Isaac shakes his head.
“A carpeted bathroom and three quarters of a million-furnished bedroom doesn’t make a house a home, family does,” Y/n says as she turns to walk away, “Soap and lotion is behind the mirror, just press the button on the bottom to open it,” she finishes shutting the door. She softly plants her back against the semi-transparent door as tears start running down her eyes, creating a puddle in her clavicle.
While undressing, Isaac caught a whiff of deep sorrow, he smelled anguish. He found the towels in the glass cabinet and wrapped one around his waist as he walked out the bathroom to find Y/n sitting on her California king bed, softly sobbing while she hides behind the canopy drapes. Y/n notices the stream of light coming through the room and she looks up to see Isaac standing in the doorway staring at her. He puts his clothes in her hamper and walks towards her, watching her hastily wipe the tears from her eyes and smile at him trying to cover up her pain. He drinks in this rare site; this is the first time he’s seen her cry; in fact, it’s the first time he’s seen her show an emotion besides content. He pities Y/f/n Y/l/n, the girl who has to hide her emotions because how could she be unhappy living in a castle, right? But maybe she was never okay. Maybe her never fading smile, warming spirit and expensive luxuries are all a façade. Could the glue of the pack be the most broken?
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Isaac apologizes as he sits next her grabbing her damp hands.
“You didn’t. I don’t even know why I’m crying,” Y/n chortles, “I must be getting my period or something,” she jokes but cringes as she realizes what she shared.
“Y/n, you don’t have to put on the I-got-it-all-together façade around me,” Isaac reassures her, “I see right through it.”
“I’m fine, Isaac, seriously,” Y/n says as she leaps off her bed walking towards the hamper picking up his sweaty clothes. “Shower,” she commands him, “I’ll be downstairs,” she finishes as she walks out the room leaving a confused Isaac in the nearly million-dollar room.
“I never knew a shower could feel so good,” Isaac sighs walking in the all granite kitchen to where Y/n was preparing dinner. “I think that’s the first time I’d taken a shower nearly an hour long,” he adds.
“If you think that’s nice, you should try bathing in my tub,” Y/n tells him, as she starts kneading dough.
“Maybe we’ll do that next time,” Isaac suggests as he comes up behind her, his arms trapping her in between the counter top covered in tomatoes, onions, flour, and eggs. Little water droplets fall onto Y/n’s shoulder from Isaac’s wet hair; this was normal for them. They flirtatiously talk to one another, subtly touch each other, cuddle, and make lewd suggestions not knowing the affect their sensual words had on one another. Isaac pecks her forehead lightly, feeling her face warm up. “I wanna cuddle,” he whispers in her ear Y/n suddenly realizes she’d rather be doing that as well. Y/n become suddenly becomes aware that he is only wearing a towel around his waist and that cuddles will have to wait until after his clothes are finished drying. Even though butterflies flutter in her stomach at how close her crush is from her, it made her slightly uncomfortable as well since he was naked. Isaac knew this but he was out of his comfort zone too so he didn’t budge.
“Are y-you hungry?” Y/n stutters out as she continues kneading the dough her hips every now and then pushing into his front.
“I could eat,” he tells her, “What are we having?”
“I’m making Ragù,” Y/n smiles slightly turning to look at him, their faces now centimeters apart.
“Is that Italian for a pile of clay?” Isaac asks making Y/n laugh at the clueless boy. A smile spreads across his face as he watches her laugh at his corny joke, he loves that he can make her smile.
“No silly, it’s pasta. This is the dough for the noodles. I make everything from scratch,” she informs him as she sprinkles some more flour onto her board and continue kneading.
“Oh, so that’s why everyone says your cooking is to die for?” Isaac asks watching her mush and mold the dough.
“No,” Y/n starts adding another egg to the dough, “It’s because I cook with love,” she beams at him as she kisses his cheek causing a loud smack sound, which made him fall even harder for the innocently adorable girl.
“Can you do me a favor and start chopping the onions for me?” she asks pointing towards the cutting board filled with tomatoes and onions.
“Sure, princess,” he obliges as he stands next to her, taking a knife out of the knife holder and peeling the skin back off the onions.
“Careful Isaac, don’t get so close to the onions, they’ll tear up your eyes,” Y/n warns and Isaac quickly dismisses her warning.
“Baby, I’m faster than a cheetah, I have the strength of 10 oxen and I have these,” he says as he flicks his claws out, “How is this little thing gonna hurt me?” he challenges as he starts cutting the onion in halves and quarters. About half way dicing the onion, Isaac slams the knife down on the counter.
“Okay, I underestimated the onion,” he admits as he goes to wipe his eyes. “Oh, is the big bad wolf getting whipped by a little onion?” Y/n jokes as she grabs a knife to cut the noodles.
“Shit,” Isaac curses causing Y/n to look at him rubbing his eyes ferociously.
“No, don’t wipe your eyes with your hands, they’re covered in onion and it’s gonna irritate them even more,” Y/n says wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron, and escorting him to the sink. “Here, rinse your eyes with cold water,” Y/n says as she turns on the platinum faucet and gently puts his head by the water so it runs over his eyes.
“Okay,” Isaac says letting her know his eyes are better, “One second,” she says as she runs out the kitchen. She quickly comes back with a towel in her hand, “Here,” Y/n says as she gently grabs a hold of his face patting his eyes dry.
“Thank you, Y/n,” Isaac says staring deeply into her gorgeous eyes, he could stare into them all day. “No biggie,” she dismisses turning to finish cutting the dough into strips.
“No,” Isaac stops her pulling Y/n back into him, holding her by her waist. “I’m not only saying thank you for preventing me from going blind, but for everything,” he says with sincerity. “Thank you for agreeing to be there for me at the fight. Thanks for always taking care and looking out for me even when it may cost your own life. Thank you for never judging me or treating me differently because of what I’ve been through. Thanks for being my anchor, thanks for being the only one who brings me back to my true self. You’re so gentle and patient with me and you’re so beautiful it literally makes my heart hurt. Thank you for being you,” he confesses to her pouring his heart into every single word; his hands now planted on both sides of her face.
“Isaac, every day I fall deeper for you. You’re the sweetest and most passionate guy I know, I’ll never leave your side, I’m here for you, always, you’re welcome,” Y/n reaffirms him, bringing her hands to his waist.
“May I kiss you?” Isaac asks softly already pulling her head towards his.
“Yes,” Y/n says as she jumps on the inside anticipating the kiss of her dreams. His soft, pink lips are cool against her warm ones creating a blissful sensation. The kiss is sweet and innocent as they share closed-mouth pecks but it quickly heats up as Isaac grabs Y/n’s hair making her gasps and his tongue slips into her hot and sweet mouth. The clean kiss becomes filthier as he moans into her mouth tasting the mint she’d previously eaten, he massages his tongue over hers winning dominance. All the built up sexual tension slowly releases as Isaac’s hands move down to Y/n’s butt and he begins kneading and massaging it causing Y/n to become a moaning mess.
“Y’like that?” he asks breathless as his lips immediately attach back to her slightly puffy ones. “Mhmm” she answers kissing the sweet boy with so much passion her knees go weak.  He holds her steady as she wraps her hands in his damp curls, tugging softly at them causing Isaac to release a throaty growl. She tugs at them again this time a little harder and in return he sucks and nibbles her bottom lip. Randy Newman’s “You Got a Friend in Me” starts ringing through the air and Isaac pulls away.
“Ignore it,” Y/n tells him pulling his face back into hers. The ringing stops and they get lost in each other again until her phone rings again.
“Damn Stiles,” she curses knowing its him as she walks away from a flustered Isaac to her phone. She slides answer, “How may I service thee?” she sasses to the mole-boy she touches her lip as she feels it swelling, stupid fangs.
“I’m just checking on you, I haven’t heard from you in a few hours, you usually call me, Scott or Derek when you’ve made it home,” Isaac hears Stiles says, he can practically smell the worry through the phone.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Y/n says as she turns to face Isaac who has a weird, indescribable look on his face. Isaac tunes out of their conversation as he feels a tightening feeling in his chest, what is that? It feels as if someone is literally clawing at his heart; he hurts. It didn’t start happening until she began talking to Stiles, he glances over to her laughing at something Stiles says and anger fills his veins as he starts seeing red. That dumb Stiles, always making his Y/n laugh, it should be Isaac and only Isaac bringing joy to her. And that’s when it hit him, he was jealous. Not the cute, adorable jealous, the type of jealous where it was taking everything in him to not march over to where Stiles was and skin him alive. He remembered Derek telling him once he kisses his mate, he will become so protective of her that literally anyone or thing that comes near her he’d want dead. And right now, he wants Stiles dead for talking to Y/n, so does that mean Y/n is his mate? Her infectious laugh interrupts his thoughts and he starts plotting how he could end Stiles. But if he kills Stiles, Y/n will hate him forever and he’d rather die than have him hate her. Derek said the only thing worse than not being able to protect your mate is having your mate reject you; “It could kill both of you,” Isaac recalls Derek telling him. Deciding that leaving was his best option for now, he snuck out while her back was turned and ran for it. He ran to save both of their lives.

                                                      RIGHT NOW
“Y/n are you alright?” Allison asks worriedly watching her friend sit down across from her in a distraught state. “Of course, I’m fine,” Y/n smiles at her reassuringly. Only Y/n could get harassed and still manage to smile and help her friends.
“Let’s study for this statistics midterm,” Y/n suggests.
“Why did I let you talk me into taking this class with you?” Allison asks mainly to herself as she side glances at Y/n while pulling out her textbook, custom-annotated notes Y/n made for her and several sharpened pencils.
“Cause you love me” Y/n answers sweetly, pulling out her study materials too.
“Huh,” Allison says nodding her head, “Yep, that’s exactly why,” Allison agrees laughing slightly.
Actually, Y/n was required to take a higher-level math course her junior year. Her counselor advised her to take Calculus I, to which she thought was too ambitious especially with everything going on with her friends. She wanted to be there for them so she chose statistics instead. However, she didn’t want to take it alone, so she begged her friends to take the class with her. Scott and Stiles both laughed at how they barely passed algebra and moped about statistics being too hard, and blah blah. Lydia practically laughed in her face, as she informed Y/n that she’d already taken statistics in 7th grade, which left Allison. All it took was Y/n’s puppy dog eyes and a promise to make Allison breakfast every other Saturday to seal the deal, which Y/n has held up to.
“So, since you love me, you should train me!” Y/n gasps dramatically, as if she just stumbled upon the greatest idea ever.
“Y/n,” Allison hesitates, “My answer is still no, just like yesterday, the day before that and the day before that” Allison finishes. “Now, help me with problem 17 in chapter 4—gosh I hate probability,” she continues. Giving up, Y/n opens her book and begins helping her friend understand probabilities.
“Ally,” Y/n starts after 40 minutes of finding probabilities of cheesy scenarios their teacher created, “Why won’t you train me?”
“Y/n, if I can be honest, I think you should be training, or at least learn how to self-defend,” Allison starts giving Y/n hope that she’ll agree. “But,” Allison continues.
“No! Don’t say ‘but’,” Y/n pleads grabbing Allison cold fingers.
“I don’t think you should be a part of the battle that is gonna go down or any supernatural fight for that matter. So, if I do train you, it means I support your decision to be there, which, if you didn’t know already, I don’t. Plus, Scott will kill me, if he’d find out,” Allison tells her causing Y/n to pout like a child.
“If I find out what?” a voice says from behind them. They turn around and see Scott, Stiles and Lydia walking towards them.
“I brought lunch,” Lydia says sweetly as she pulls out sushi for Y/n and a salad for Allison.
“Ew, how do you eat that?” Stiles asks Y/n as she’s already downed her third salmon skin roll.
“Like this,” she says as she puts a whole roll into her mouth, moaning softly.
“Did you hear about that girl who ate raw salmon? Yeah, she died of salmonella,” Stiles says trying to give his best friend a good scare.
“You do know that salmonella doesn’t come from salmon, right?” Y/n challenges him raising an eyebrow.
“Are you sure about that?” he asks as he picks up a roll to smell it and pretend gags.
“Quit! You’re getting booger air on my food,” Y/n laughs out making her friends chuckle at the girl who sincerely laughs at her own jokes. This is why she’d die for her friends, only they can uplift her mood like no other.
“You’re such a dork,” Stiles says as he starts laughing too at his goofy friend.
Even though he and Y/n bicker like an old married couple, he’s never met anyone as special as her. It may seem weird to others, but she fills the void his mom left after she died. Y/n never told Stiles the promise she made his mom, which was to keep him out of trouble and keep him on his toes. Y/n can proudly say she’s upheld half the promise; it seems that no one can tame the mischievousness of Stiles Stilinski. Despite not knowing the promise Y/n made, Stiles knows she’ll always be there for him no matter what and he, without a doubt, will do the same. There was no one like her, he often thought. She’s uniquely simple; beautifully whimsical; quirkily brilliant; sweetly sassy, and she only sees the good in people, contradicting yet perfectly pairing with his skeptical mindset.
“What were you guys talking about before?” Scott asks, looking at Y/n, her chemos were giving off a mixture of emotions: anger, fear and disappointment; something he’s not used smelling from her.
“Nothing! Hey Stiles, can you please take me to the library after school?” Y/n hurriedly speaks, but little did she know that Scott has already detected her rapid hear beat.
“Where’s your car?” Lydia asks, slightly disappointed as she was wanting a ride in her friend’s mock Bumble Bee Transformer car.
“I spent the night over the Stilinski’s,” Y/n tells her and Lydia nods in understanding.
“Sure, I’ll take you but help me out, because I’m confused at where we are now” Stiles queries, his voiced filled with sarcasm.
“Y/n” Scott says softly and she ignores him.
“No, you silly duck,” Y/n giggles as she reaches to touch Stiles hand, “There’s this library up north that has a book with more information about the darach and nemeton; I think it’ll be really helpful and figuring out how to locate it,” Y/n tells the pack, finishing her last roll.
“Are you still coming over for dinner?” Stiles asks, scratching underneath his chin.
“Mhmm” she says while sipping his water; for some odd reason Y/n always shares drinks with Stiles. “We can look through it after dinner?” she questions.
“Alright, so we’ll head up there right after school and then come home for dinner. Dad’s making your favorite,” he says, finishing off the water.
Y/n sexily moans at the new information she just learned, causing Lydia and Allison to give her a confused look.
“I’m sorry,” she says bashfully, “I just—
“Love my dad’s mole”
“Love his dad’s mole,” both Scott and Stiles say at the same time interrupting Y/n causing the girls to laugh at their friend; Y/f/n Y/l/n, the girl who is passionate about everything, sometimes overly passionate.
“Oh wait!” Y/n shouts abruptly, “I can’t have dinner with you, my parents are in town tonight for the grand opening of the new Japanese restaurant that just opened on the Plaza,” Y/n says beaming causing them all to smile warmly at her.
By now, it was no secret that her parents were always gone to the point where Y/n was basically living on her own. Her parents were either at the office or travelling for business, leaving the girl isolated in a 25,000 square feet castle, which is why she normally stays over Stiles’, Scott’s or Derek’s or they come over there. They all know how much she craved having her family home, which is why they always kept their doors open.
“I thought there was already a two-month waiting list for that place,” Erica says, walking strutting towards the table with Boyd and Isaac right behind her.
“Hey guys!” Y/n smiles warmly as she greets them all with a hug, except for Isaac whom she greets by grunting his name and walking past him to Boyd. He frowns immediately as he repulses the smell of another boy on her, not just any boy, but his sworn enemy. Isaac snaps his head toward direction of the smell and his eyes land on Aiden who is already glaring at him.
“Hey,” Y/n says softly to the slightly shifting werewolf, “What’s wrong?” she asks concernedly although she’s upset with him, she still cares for him like no other. “Nothing,” Isaac lies still staring at Aiden.
“Isaac stop shutting me out,” Y/n says softly breaking her cold exterior, while grabbing his clawed hand. She was referring not only to now but the past few days as he’s been ignoring her calls and texts. “I’m still here for you,” she reassures him by pecking his cheek softly causing him to fall even harder for his mate. After he ran out of Y/n’s house he went back to the loft and explained to Derek that Y/n was his mate and Derek nearly lost it. Derek warned Isaac that if he imprints Y/n, she’d be forever bound to him until death. Y/n deserves freedom, Derek told Isaac and he couldn’t agree more. She should have the right to decide whether she wants to accept him as her mate or not. Derek told Isaac the kiss began the imprinting process and that its best to cut all ties with her while it’s still early, meaning no more texting, late night phone calls, cuddling, hand-holding nor, being his anchor.
He snatches his hands from her, “Why do I smell Aiden all over you?” Isaac asks bluntly.  
“I’m okay,” she reassures him, bringing her hand to the side of his face but he quickly catches it, “Don’t,” he says through tight teeth shocking their friends. This is the first time anyone has ever seen Isaac treat his beloved Y/n with such coldness.
Embarrassment fills Y/n stomach as she starts fiddling with the charm bracelets her, Stiles and Scott made for her in 8th grade on her wrist, she wears it 24/7. She glances at her friends behind her and Isaac follows suit and the group abruptly goes back to talking amongst each other, not wanting them to know they’re eavesdropping.
“Why do I smell him on you?” Isaac says quieter yet with more ferocity.
“He grabbed me but, I’m fine,” Y/n says bringing her signature smile to her face, but just like he told her a week ago, he easily sees through her façade.
“I know you’re fine, Y/n, you always are,” he mocks, “But, I don’t like the way he’s looking at you, and he for damn sure shouldn’t be touching you,” Isaac seethes.
“Who touched you?” Scott says, picking up that something’s wrong.
“No one,” Y/n says not wanting her friends to get upset, there’s already enough going on between them and the alpha pack, the last thing they need to worry about is Aiden harassing her all that’ll do is add fuel to the already blazing fire.
“There is a wait list, Erica,” Y/n says quickly changing the subject, “But my parents, own the Plaza so we have to be there for the opening. Plus, we get free meals anytime we want,” Y/n replies smiling at her already smirking friend.
“So, you’re gonna take me out, right?” Erica asks.
“It’s a date babe,” Y/n answers back winking playfully at her blonde friend who giggles.  
“Y/n who touched you?” Stiles asks, looking at her concerned as he starts examining her.
“Wait someone touched you?” Erica asks, as she finally understands why she smells anger and worry, she thought they were jealous Y/n was gonna take her out before anyone else.
“Aiden,” Allison speaks up, anger rising in her veins.
“What?” everyone gasps.
“I’m okay, though,” Y/n says quickly dismissing everyone’s concerns as she snatches her arms away from Stiles, she didn’t know Allison had seen what happened before.
“He practically took advantage of her,” Allison confesses, as she stares at Y/n who’s already staring at her. Y/n tells Allison to stop with her eyes but she doesn’t.
“I watched him hold Y/n by her hips and grind his crotch against her. When she broke free he snatched her back and groped her while he whispered who knows what in her ear,” she finishes. “Scott, Stiles, I know you’re against it but maybe it is time for her to learn how to fight,” Allison suggests. It seems like everything moves in slow motion after Allison releases that bit of information. Stiles raises up her shirt and two purple hand prints topped by bleeding holes were visibly seen on both of her sides. The pack turns to face Danny’s table, where Aiden was sitting and he smirks at all of them.
“That’s it!” Isaac shouts, “I’m gonna kill him!”
“Right behind you,” Erica and Boyd say.
“You guys aren’t going to kill him,” Y/n says stepping before them to cut off their view of him.
“He hurt you, Y/n!” Isaac says, “So did you! And even though he physically caused me pain, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as what you’ve done to my heart,” she snaps back causing hurt to flick over his face.
“I’m sorry,” Y/n says immediately, she didn’t want him to feel guilty because they both were at fault.
“Don’t be,” Isaac replies rushing out of the library with Boyd right on his toes to calm him down.
“See you later, love,” Erica says hugging Y/n and giving her a peck on the cheek.
“Bye,” she says softly.
She turns back around to face the pack, “Don’t worry about me,” Y/n speaks up as she grabs her belongings, “I’ll be fine,” she reassures them as she gives them a smile before she inserts her headphones and walks out of the library. And no one followed her because they knew she was Y/f/n Y/l/n, the girl who always has someone watching out for her. She sprints down the hall and quickly finds the boys’ locker room.
“Isaac?” she yells as she walks deeper into the room.
“Go away, Y/n!” he screams back as she runs toward the voice.
“Isaac,” she says breathlessly as she finally reaches him, he looks at her, tears streaming down his face. His body soaking wet from being held in the shower by Boyd and possibly Erica.
“I’m not okay,” she says shocking the werewolf, he looks at her with a stunned expression. “I’m not okay,” she sobs as she slides down to the cold concrete floor. Isaac immediately rushes over to broken girl, pulling her onto his lap and she immediately clings onto him. He rocks her gently as he whispers sweet nothings in her ear, lightly pecking her salty cheeks. “Don’t worry babe, I’m here for you, always,” he assures her hugging her tightly while questioning if Y/f/n Y/l/n, the glue of the pack has officially cracked. “Sorry Derek,” he whispers to himself as he gives himself into the girl in his arms because she needs him as much as he needs her. “Y/n,” Isaac starts, “There’s something I need to tell you.”
                                         BACK AT THE LIBRARY
“What’s Y/n hiding from me?” Scott asks Allison who’s still fighting back tears.
“Nothing Scott,” Allison dismisses him knowing Y/n wouldn’t want to upset him frankly, neither did she. Y/n revealed Allison last night how Scott had been struggling with control his shifting until a few days ago, any little thing sets him off into fits of rage, which is so unlike his character. Y/n narrowed it down to the unfortunate events that’s been happening to him, from he and Allison’s break up to a pack of Alphas wanting him.
“I know it’s not nothing, you smell,” he tells her causing her to raise an eyebrow at him.
“No, you don’t smell like smell, you smell like helplessness. Defeat. Disappointment. And it’s really strong,” he tells her. Allison looks between her three friends, and sighs.
“Y/n’s been asking me to train her and I think I should,” Allison informs the pack.
“What? Why?” Stiles asks confusedly.
“How many times do we have to go through this? Y/n is not gonna be there,” Scott seethes.
“You and I both know that is far from the truth. Isaac could kill Y/n’s puppy and she’ll still sacrifice her life for his,” Allison retorts. “Besides, you guys didn’t see how helpless she looked when Aiden was on her. It’s the same way I used to look and feel.”
“That’s different Allison! You come from a family of hunters. Fighting, archery, killing all that is literally pumping through your blood. Y/n comes from a family of elite and ludicrously rich entrepreneurs. The only thing in her DNA are threats. Threats that they have assassins fulfill for them while they pay off the authorities to keep quiet,” Stiles says.
“Stiles, Y/n isn’t like that,” Lydia speaks up for her friend.
“I know she isn’t, and that’s not my point,” Stiles says back.
“Then what is?” Allison asks.
“My point is, she’s not a fighter, nor does she have a hitman,” he adds looking at Lydia, “And let’s face it her altruism is an Achilles’ heel rather than an attribute,” Stiles says.
“You’re right,” Scott tells his best friend. “And no offense, Allison, but I can’t watch you change her into something she’s not,” he adds.
“Y/n is a strong girl, who fights for her friends!” Allison shouts, “How is helping her strengthen her innate qualities changing her into something she isn’t?”
“Is that what Gerard told you too? He was strengthening your innate qualities?” Stiles snarks at her.
“You guys are mistaken, I’m not gonna do what Gerard did to me! What kind of person do you think I am?” Allison snaps.
“We didn’t say you would, although insanity runs through DNA too. Gerard, Kate, Victoria,” Stiles starts but quickly shuts up after Allison shoots him a death glare.
“Scott, Allison is right. Y/n should at least learn how to defend herself,” Lydia speaks up. “If Y/n is going to be at the battle, she needs to be ready,” Lydia says seriously before she stands to freshen up before class.
“Y/n won’t be there. It isn’t safe! I thought we were all on the same page?” Scott says looking at his pack.
“Scott, I’m not saying I want her there but she will be. How can you sit there knowing she’ll be there unprotected? Do you not care for her?” Allison spits.
“Of course, I care for her! Besides, it doesn’t matter, I’ll protect her if she shows up,” Scott says.
“How can you fight a pack of alphas, protect Derek and Isaac as well as Y/n if she gets in danger?” Allison challenges him.
“I’ll find a way. I always do,” Scott tells her.
“You’re being an idiot! Let her train with me!” Allison demands.

“No! I’m sorry Allison, but I can’t let her become a monster like us,” Scott says.

“Are you saying I’m a monster?” Allison says full of appall.

“No, I’m saying you’re possible of doing monstrous things, just like all of us,” Scott tells her calmly. “And that’s my final answer, Y/n will not learn to fight,” he says storming off to find Y/n and confront her.
“By the way, Ms. Blake’s giving a pop quiz over “Heart of Darkness” today,” Stiles informs the two girls who roll their eyes at the hazel-eyed boy who gets up to help Scott find their friend.
Fury clouds Allison’s brain, how could they not understand that the person is more important than the principle. Y/n will be at the fight and she will be prepared.
                                 BACK IN THE LOCKER ROOM
“Wait, you were gonna tell me something,” Y/n breathes out, removing her lips from his sweet ones.
“It doesn’t matter,” he whispers pulling her back into him.
“Are you sure you sounded and looked pretty serious,” she says stopping herself from kissing the irresistible boy.
“I swear, it was nothing,” he tells her giving her the puppy eyes to which she fell for immediately, given in to his kisses. Her phone sounds letting her know she has a notification. She pulls away to check it knowing it was one of her friends checking on her, but Isaac wouldn’t let her go. “Don’t go. Stay,” he whines, “Give me kisses.”
“I will, as soon as you let me see who text me,” she says kissing his nose as she leaps off him. She opens her phone and sees she has a new text:
                                                 From Allison:
                                       Tomorrow, 5pm. Be alert.

Y/n smiles to herself as a small squeal escapes her kiss swollen lips.
“What’s up?” Isaac asks smiling softly at her as he hugs her from behind.
“Nothing. Just know, I’m here for you,” she smiles, turning around to face him as she entangles her hands back into his curly mane.
“I know, baby,” Isaac whispers as he smiles back at the enchanting girl. “And I’m here for you too,” he says as he kisses her sweetly.
“I know,” she whispers before attaching her lips back onto his. Isaac fervently kisses Y/f/n Y/l/n the girl who he could never tell was his mate in fear he would lose her forever.

A/N: Sooo, what did you guys think? I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoy writing. Please feel free to like, reblog or message/ask me your thoughts, opinions and future ideas!!!! Thanks again for reading, have a beautiful weekend 😘😋💕.