i wish they had rolled the windows down on the camaro

Chapter 6: How could I have done this to my soulmate? // Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Chapter 4: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166172386006/chapter-4-i-want-you-to-want-me-because-im-me

Chapter 5: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166248497496/chapter-5-were-a-perfect-match-shawn-mendes

Author’s note: HERES THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER 6! There wont be an update for a while as it was quite a long chapter. Shawn’s background is explained a lot here and I hope you guys like it :) 

Recap: “Got it.” He rolls his eyes, allowing me to push his towards the door.

I pause, watching his features turn into a small smile as I reach to close the door, I meet his gaze one last time.

“I’ll show you Shawn. We’re a perfect match.”

My soulmate was good at many things. One of them was looking ruggedly handsome in an all-black suit. The other was sneaking into my room when I least expect it. 

There he was, 5 minutes to 10:00 am, just like I told him, head to toe in the finest suit he owned. 

“You clean up nicely.” I smile warmly at him and he glares at me, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I look like an arrogant ass.” He mumbles, taking a seat on the edge of my bed as I grab some earrings off my dresser.

“Aren’t you always?” I tease, allowing him to complain.

“Very funny.” He scorns me, tugging at his collar again.

“I think you’re really going to enjoy what we’re doing today.” I grin at him and he blanches, a thin sheen of sweat might even be visible on his forehead if you look close enough. “Did you bring your car?”

He gives me a strange look. “Yeah I parked around the back.”

“Lets go then.” I grab my purse off my bed and open my patio door, waiting for him to lead me to his car- a black chevrolet Camaro. It was one of the oldest model’s I’d ever seen but looked surprisingly well kept.

“Bet you’re not used to roughing it out in an old piece of metal like this?” Shawn humour’s, unlocking the car.

“Actually my Grandpa likes to collect old cars, he has around maybe 5 of these but they’re all in different colours.” I try not to laugh too loud at the shocked and mildly annoyed look upon Shawn’s face. I buckle in and Shawn turns on the ignition, pulling onto the road.

“So where are we going?” He breaks the silence.

“Park out front the Dee Gardens and then we’re on foot from there.”

“You made me wear a suit to go to the park?” he asks, looking at me like I had asked him to do the most ridiculous thing.

“Maybe.” I giggle, winding the window down to allow the cool spring breeze into the car. The sun was beating down through the windows and I already knew it was going to be a good day. Perfect for a wedding.

“Okay, there, park there.” The Dee Gardens were a short 5 minute drive from our house and as soon as I saw a free parking space, we took it.

The gravel crunches under my heels as I get out, shutting the door and walking over to the grass. Excitement bubbles in my stomach and I feel a shoulder brush mine, turning to see Shawn standing right beside me.

“Lets go.” I grab his hand, entwining my fingers with his.

“Is this really necessary?” He holds our joined hands up as he falls into step with me and I raise an eyebrow.

“4 weeks, remember?”

He sighs, the sound drawing my attention to the faint hum of voices. We round the corner and ahead is a small clearing, surrounded by tall red woods. There’s maybe 40 chairs either side, an aisle running through the middle. At the end there’s a stand with a small archway made of flowers that have been threaded through the wire. Fairy lights were strung around the trunk of the trees, light green ribbon bows stuck on the back of nearly every chair. It looked beautiful.

I eye the nervous groom standing under the arch, talking to his groomsmen. He looked like he was going to be sick.

“We’re late.” I don’t give Shawn a chance to speak as I rush to our seats, two spares at the back as we weren’t on time. We sit down and I notice Shawn’s gaping expression, his eyes wide.

“You took me to a fucking wedding?” He hisses in my ear, and I elbow him in the stomach to stop his complaining.

“Shut up, Becky is about to walk down the aisle.” I snap back, rising with the rest of the family. I look down to see Shawn still sitting there and I grab his collar, tugging him up so he’s standing next to me.

A flower girl begins her descent down the aisle and I try to ignore seeing Shawn pinching the bridge of his nose out of the corner of my eye. Bridesmaids wearing beautiful jade dresses come next, their hair up in elaborate braided buns.

Then came the bride. Becky looked stunning, her white dress was studded with tiny diamonds and when they caught the light, they shined. The silk hugged her figure and fell away into a train.

“You sneaky little thing.” I hear Shawn whisper in my ear, we were lucky to be at the back where no one could hear us and anyone who could was more preoccupied with the bride.

“Excuse you?” I don’t tear my eyes away from my cousin, her dress was causing me serious envy.

“You take me to a wedding, get me all loved up and then you’re going to strike. You’ve probably arranged our wedding, haven’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smile innocently at him and he huffs, falling silent as the ceremony begins.

I didn’t stop smiling.

As soon as the ceremony had finished, Shawn dragged me away before anyone had noticed we were there. In silence, we trek back to his car.

“You know we have to go to the reception right?”

“You do. I don’t.” He laughs at my disgruntled expression. The car comes into sight and we head towards it.

“But what if I get approached?” I ask him, giving him my daintiest smile.

“Approached? By who, your Grandpa?” Shawn snorts and unlocks the car.

“No.” I drag the sound out. “By an eligible bachelor who seeks my hand in marriage.”

I feel shocked at the sound of Shawn laughing, his head tilted back and eyes crinkled.

“Sorry princess but the government would never let you get married while your soulmate is living and breathing just across town from you.” The engine rumbles, and Shawn changes the gear into reverse.

“Then why don’t you come along just to make sure that it doesn’t happen.” I rest my hand on his forearm softly. He looks over at me quickly before sighing.

“You’re going to black mail me if I don’t say yes aren’t you?”


Three seconds of silence. He gives in.

“Where am I driving to?”

The reception was located in a pretty fancy restaurant and had a similar decorative touch to the wedding. There were already so many people here and I feel Shawn’s front press into my back so he doesn’t loose me in the crowded room. Leading the way I take him to our seats. My Mother looks up at the sound of chairs scraping against the wood flooring. Her mouth falls open.

“Who’s this Sweetie?” She prod’s, smiling at Shawn whose head whips to face me, disbelief clouding his eyes. We stay standing.

“Mum this is Shawn, Shawn this is… my Mother.” I watch as Shawn’s eyebrows raise, biting his lip to stop himself from saying something offensive to me in front of my mother.

“Nice to meet you Mam.” Shawn says formally, offering his hand for my Mother to shake.

“Likewise.” She shakes it, turning to face me.

“Shawn is my boyfriend.” I quickly tell her, yet my Mum’s face forms an expression of curiosity.

“I thought you were only going to date your soulmate Y/n.” Shawn audibly gulps. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me into his side.

“We both have many years on our timer’s. We like each other so we thought why not get to know each other.” He tells my Mother, a frown etched onto his face. A relationship during the youthful years with someone who wasn’t your soulmate wasn’t illegal, although it was frowned upon by many people.

“Oh.” My Mother gasps while my mouth opens and closes, no words forming.

“You just lied to my Mother.” I whisper in his ear, Mum still staring at us.

“Would you rather me tell her we’re soulmates?” He rebuts, pulling out my seat and letting me sit down.

“She could easily check my arm and see my timer has gone.” My eyes flick to my sleeve covered arm, right where my timer would have been if it was still ticking.

“Then you will just have to cross that bridge when you come to it.” He frowns at me, resting a hand on my knee under the table. “Now I believe we are at a wedding and you wanted us to act like soulmates, care to dance?”

Somehow, from the time we got here and when we sat down, music had begun to play, a soft beat filling the room.

“I can’t believe you told her.” I mumble to him as he pulls me to the centre of the room where other dancing couples were located.

“I’m just trying to be what you expect me to be. You only have four weeks of this treatment so enjoy it while it lasts.” Shawn snaps and my face flushes in anger.

“I don’t expect you to be an ass Shawn, I don’t know what you want from this ‘trial’.” He rests a hand on my waist and the other holds my left hand.

“Most soulmates act irrationally, right? So that’s what I’m trying to do.” There’s a hint of sarcasm and I ignore it.

“When I asked you to give me a chance I didn’t mean change your entire personality.” I mutter, letting him sway us to the beat.

“I don’t do relationships Y/n, I’m sorry that I said the wrong thing to your Mum. Next time I just won’t say anything” He growls at me and I fall silent.

The music was classical; the instruments filling the dining hall, giving the atmosphere an old fashion feel.

“If you weren’t a member of the libertas would you still have treated me the same?” I ask him softly, meeting his hazel eyes.

“Even if I wasn’t I still have the same belief in soulmates Y/n.” He tells me, his eyes scanning my face.

“If soulmate’s didn’t exist would you want me?” I hold my breath, the question out in the open air.

“If you weren’t my soulmate I think I would have actually wanted to be with you- out of my own choice.” He lets my arm falls and I can’t speak, can’t move. I’m lost in the depth of his eyes. Even after everything he has said to me I want to pull him closer to me, into my embrace.

“Why tell me that? Why not just be with me because you like me?” He lets me rest a hand on his chest, right over his heart and the steady thump has me feeling giddy.

“All my life I’ve told myself that I’m not going to let the soulmate program dictate my life like it did for my Mum.” He whispers softly and we’re dancing again, his left hand glued to my right and his other hand on my waist. We’re chest to chest as we sway to the soft beat from the band.

“What happened with your Mum, Shawn?” I ask boldly, knowing he would either answer me or retreat away from me.

He takes a deep breath. “She was abused… by her soulmate, my Dad.” I let him talk, feeling a weight settle in my stomach. No one ever deserves to be treated the way I can only imagine Shawn’s Mum would have been treated. 

“The one person the Government told her that was supposed to treasure her and take care of her was the one that haunted her nightmares and caused black and blue bruises to appear on her skin.” Shawn looks angry now, his hand tightening its grip on my own hand.

“What did she do?” My face is so close to his that I can see the faint flecks of gold in his hazel eyes.

“She put in a request form to the Government to leave her soulmate, so she could find someone else.” In society, when a person’s match dies, we can request to form a relationship with another single match. 

“But because my Dad was still alive they forced her to stay with him.” He snarls, his frustration rolling off him. “She couldn’t find happiness with another person because they told her that she could only be happy with him. They partnered my Mother with a monster.”

He twirls me, my dress fanning out and I crash back into his chest ungracefully. Shawn doesn’t seem to care.

“I joined the libertas when my mother couldn’t take the violence any more and committed suicide.” He’s calm again. A sadness welling in his eyes. “I was only 13 and my Dad was the one who found her. He didn’t care that he did that to her. He just packed up his things and left.”

“Shawn.” I try to comfort him but I don’t think there was any measure of comfort I could offer considering what he’d been through. “I vowed that night when both my parents left me that I would never let my life be controlled by the Government the way my Mother’s life had been. Its been 8 years since then and not once have I ever broken that vow. Not until I met you.” His eyes hold my gaze and I feel a heat creep up over my cheeks.

“And that’s why you don’t want a soulmate.” I finish for him and he his hand moves further up my back so his palm is splayed firmly between my shoulder blades. 

“That’s not all.” He mutters and I feel a chill creep up my spine. “I’m my father’s son, Y/n.” 

“That doesn’t mean-”

“If I gave into this soulmate thing, gave into you,” He pauses to let his words settle and I feel my heart flutter at them. “Whose to say that I won’t turn into what my father was. Hurt my own soulmate who I was meant to look out for and take care of.”

“You’re not your father Shawn.” I tell him and he lets my hands go to cup his cheeks, stopping our dancing. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

“I already have.” He bites his lip and I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. “When we first met at your school, Jeremy wanted me to take care of the witnesses, I said I would. You were one of them and I hurt you.”

“I don’t remember..?” I trail off, confused with where this was going. I remember having a lump on my head but I thought it was because I had fallen during the attack.

“I smashed your head against the wall and you blacked out.” He spits out and I feel a sick feeling rise in my belly.

“Shawn.” He can tell that I’m beginning to feel the effects of fear, fear of him.

“I watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you passed out in my arms.” He’s put up his walls again. The shields that stop me from getting close. “And when I picked you up I remember how light and fragile you felt. I thought, how could I have done this to my soulmate?” He laughs, the sound harsh against my ears.

“You were just following what Jeremy said-” I try to excuse his actions but Shawn isn’t having it.

“There is no excuse for what I did. I hurt you before I even got to know you and I never want to put you in a situation like that again. If we’re together, you’re only going to be in danger.”

“I can handle it.” I beg him, pulling him to me as he tries to get out of my grip.

“There’s so many people who could hurt you for being with someone like me. It could be the libertas, Jeremy, the Government or what about your soulmate, huh? I could just as easily break you.” His words are sharp yet I don’t let them cut me.

“I trust you Shawn!” I say desperately and he stops struggling against my hold, stops talking, just stares at me. I wrap my arms back around him, over his shoulders and winding my fingers through his hair. Gripping the back of his head I push him forward until his lips touch mine.

I couldn’t breathe. His lips pressed feverishly onto mine and within a second he’s kissing me back. He leans closer to me and his hands are everywhere. On my hips, sliding up and over onto my back, the heat of his fingertips alighting a fire on my skin that made me dizzy.

He doesn’t part from me, instead kisses me harder, sending tremors along every nerve and evoking feelings I had tried to hide from him. I knew it now though. My arrogant, wilful soulmate had stolen a part of my heart, and I didn’t know if I would get it back.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

Boy-ish: Derek Hale

requested: by anonymous

pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

word count: 1k

warnings: lots of bad, hormonal high school boy flirting, minor season 4 spoilers

summary: After Derek is transformed into his younger self, you’re forced to babysit while the rest of the pack looks for answers.

“So,“ Stiles breathed, scared to tell exactly what had happened in Mexico, “We found your boyfriend.”

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Merry Christmas, @blizgori!

Title: Home for Christmas

Rating: T

Tags: Stilinski family feels, hurt!Sheriff, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, Christmas, pining


“Stiles, will you please go home and get some sleep?” his dad asked.

Stiles crossed his arms and parked his ass in the plastic chair. Well, he was already sitting, so it was more like he just wiggled his butt a little more. “No. I’m not leaving this hospital until you do.”

His dad wiped a hand over his face and sighed heavily. “Stiles. Please. You heard the doctors. It’s going to be at least a week before I’m out of here.”

Stiles popped his knuckles and stared out the window. It might be a week before the doctors would let his dad out of the hospital, but the idea of leaving him here alone, when he’d been so close to losing him…

Yeah. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Stiles grabbed his backpack and dragged it over. “I’m totally fine. One hundred percent. I’ll just sit here in this supremely comfortable chair and get some reading done, I’ll bring you loads of healthy food, and—”

His dad leveled a flat look in his direction. “No. You’re going to go home, sleep in an actual bed, get a shower, and be somewhere that you aren’t going to drive me crazy with that tapping.”

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witchravenfox  asked:

Hey there, could you do Sterek + 'After all this time, you gotta know that these threats don't work on me anymore. They barely worked on me in the first place. That was like fear and something else...' TYVM 😉

This is my freaking jam, hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

To say Derek was upset would be an understatement. Hell, to say Derek was anything would be an understatement.

Words alone would never be able to fully explain just how raging, red-hot, scream at the moon pissed off he was as he followed after Stiles into the loft, the teen just as infuriatingly nonchalant as always as he strode inside, setting his car keys down on the coffee table. Meanwhile, Derek was seconds away from literally ripping out fistfuls of his own hair, feeling his eyes flare up in frustration and blaze a steady, angry red, his fingertips itching with the urge to let his claws out.

The full moon hanging in the gloomy sky outside, visible through the wall of windows, sparked a burst of adrenaline and fresh anger to course through his veins, the mere sight reminding him of the reason why he was so viciously upset. Reminded him of what he almost lost barely an hour ago, reminded him of the scene that had unfolded in the preserve a couple miles away, reminded him of everything.

A week or so ago, Peter had graced the pack with his presence at a pack meeting, arriving half an hour late, to point out that he had caught the scent of a rugaru in the preserve while visiting the old Hale House. They were all immediately concerned, especially due to the large influx of tourists pouring into town now that spring had finally come, all of them worried about the very real possibility that hikers or campers might be targeted by the bloodthirsty creature.

Derek had decided to set up a trap for the rugaru using a dead pig he had gotten from a local butcher, generously dousing the dead swine in a shower of cow’s blood that Peter had somehow procured, hoping that the scent of blood and flesh would draw in the carnivorous monster. Everything had been in place, all the betas safely hidden away in the branches of surrounding trees to stay on lookout for the rugaru, ready to give the signal that it was moving closer to the target area where Derek would toss some gasoline onto the creature and light a match to send the creature up in flames.

Everything had been perfect. So, of course, Stiles had to go and ruin it.

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Last one! Thank you to everyone who participated in my Pay it Forward project!! Sorry for the late responses on some of these, but I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday season!


“I haven’t seen snow since I was eleven,” Stiles said, nose practically pressed to the huge window in Derek’s loft. Far below, the snow was actually starting to accumulate into a thin layer, with more puffy, white crystals drifting down every moment. Even through the window Stiles knew it was quieter than usual, the roads clear of all but the necessary traffic until the storm passed.

“Used to snow in New York,” Derek said from the couch, not looking up from his book.

Stiles glanced over his shoulder, then back outside. “Guess you’re used to it then.”

“It gets less exciting when you have to drive in it,” Derek told him with a little huff of amusement. “Though I’m sure your Jeep will be better than my Camaro was.”

“Did you spin donuts in it?” Stiles asked. “I bet you did.”

“My sister would have had my ass if I did,” Derek said, finally looking over.

Stiles smiled. “You did.”

Rolling his eyes, Derek smiled as well. “Yeah.”

“I remember the last time it snowed like this,” Stiles said quietly, eyes following various flakes on their way to the ground. “When it was over, the ground was just blanketed in white, and the sun was out, and everything sparkled like a bunch of stars had piled up.”

“Hm,” Derek said thoughtfully, closing his book and laying it on the cabinet beside the couch. “Does that make it all falling stars while it’s snowing?”

“That’d be a lot of wishes,” Stiles said, smirking.

“They’re only little wishes,” Derek said. “Snowflake sized wishes.”

“Like what?” Stiles asked, turning around completely to face him.

“Like… I could wish you’d get rid of that awful blue and orange shirt,” Derek said.

Stiles gave a snort of laughter, because that was never going to happen. He loved that shirt. He loved that shirt more after seeing it on Derek, who was never going to live that down. Ever. “I could wish that you’d get curtains, like a real boy.”

Derek’s nose scrunched. Curtains. Sounded like work. “I could wish I had enough covers you couldn’t possibly steal them all in one night,” he said, managing to keep a straight face.

That amount of covers did not exist, and they both knew it. “I could wish you had more pillows, so I could stop having to bring my own if I stay over.”

“I wish you’d stop just staying over,” Derek said quietly.

That gave Stiles pause, his heartbeat stuttering at the implication. He swallowed, throat clicking in the stillness. “That’s not a snowflake sized wish,” he mumbled, meeting Derek’s eyes.

“There’s a lot of snowflakes out there,” Derek replied. “Maybe if I wish on all of them at once…”

“Do you?” Stiles asked as he stepped over to the couch. “Do you wish that?”

“Yeah,” Derek said, looking up to keep eye contact. “I do.”

“Okay,” Stiles replied. “I’m not- I’m not a shooting star, or even a falling snowflake, but I think… I think I can grant that wish.”

Teenage Dream Chapter 2

Lauren parked her black Mazda 3 hatchback in the garage, grabbing her bag from the backseat as she stepped out of the car. Since she excelled in school and her family being rather wealthy, with both her parents being doctors, they offered to buy the girl any car she wanted when she got her license as a reward. Originally she had her eyes set on a cute black BMW 120i but she figured it’d draw too much attention, after all they were in a small town in Miami, not many people owned a BMW or any of the luxury car brands. Instead she settled for a more average type car, a black Mazda 3.

No one really ever took notice of her car; they were all too busy fawning over Siope’s Chevy Camaro that he received for his 16th birthday. Unlike the girl he wasn’t afraid to show off his wealth to which also boosted his popularity.

She walked into the kitchen greeting her mother with a kiss.

“Hi, mom” she greeted as she opened the fridge taking out a can of soda.

“Hey, Lo. How was school?” asked her mother as she was cutting vegetables.

“Good, I got 100% on my maths test.”

“Ah, that’s amazing. I’m proud of you. I always knew you got your brains from me” praised her mother.

“Yes, mom.” The Girl said rolling her eyes, “Oh, before I forget a girl from school’s coming over tomorrow at around 6” she added.

Mrs. Jauregui had stopped cutting the vegetables and looked up at her daughter with one eyebrow raised.

“A girl hey?” she asked winking.

“It’s not like that mom” the Girl said rolling her eyes, “I have to tutor her. She’s pretty behind so my teacher asked me to help her. That’s all”

“Ok, whatever you say Lo. Just so you know, open door policy”

“Mom, stop. I told you it’s not like that”

“Ok, ok” laughed her mother, resuming her cutting.

“I’m going over to Siope’s after dinner” added the Girl, grabbing a cookie out of the jar.

“Ah, Lo I wish you’d make some new friends. I love Siope like a son, but I think you should spend time with other people besides Siope” Mrs. Jauregui sighed.

“I know. I just don’t get along with anyone else. Anyway only 2 more years and I won’t be here anymore. I plan to go to New York or something. Why would I bother making friends with people I won’t see after graduation anyway?” answered the girl.

“Ok,” sighed her mother, “Dinner will be ready in an hour” she added.

“Alright, I’ll be upstairs doing my homework”


After dinner Lauren had was in her lounge room sitting on her couch as she played on her Play Station 3. She was currently playing Fallout: New Vegas when she heard Siope’s car’s ridiculously loud engine through the air. Looking out her window she saw her childhood friend step out of his car with a smug grin on his face. Yep, he just got laid. She thought.

Quickly saving her game before turning off the console and screen she ran out the door yelling a quick farewell to her parents. Since Siope was the only person she ever spent time with she never really had to tell her parents where she was going.

She jumped the fence before letting herself in the front door of the Folau residence. They had been neighbors and family friends ever since the teens were 5, so naturally they didn’t bother with knocking on the door anymore.

“Hey, Mrs. Folau” greeted the brunette hugging the woman.

“Hey Lauren. How are your parents?” asked the older woman making small talk.

“Ah, they’re good” replied Lauren.

“Jauregui. PS3, lounge room. Let’s go” called Siope as he descended the stairs.

“Siope, your father’s working late tonight. I’m going to head over to Lauren’s house since you two are always so loud when you play your video games in the lounge room. Food’s in the kitchen if you want some” informed Mrs. Folau as she made her way towards the door.

“Call of Duty?” asked Lauren.

“You know it” replied Siope setting up the equipment.

They had each settled down on separate beanbags each with their eye staring intently at the large TV screen, letting the sound system deafen them.

“So, I’m guessing you got into some girls pants. FAR OUT SIOPE, WATCH OUT. I know what that smug smile means” she practically had to yell over the sound that was originating from the game.

“Yeah, you know it Jauregui. She was so – JAUREGUI! SNIPER! - hot. Practically begged me to let her ride the Folau-man.” The boy said with pride.

“Trust. Can I ask you something?” she asked still practically yelling.

“You already did. What is it? Wait, I’ll lower the volume” he said lowering the volume on the sound system.

“What do you know about Camila Cabello?”

“Hm…SHIT SHIT HELP ME OUT…well she’s really hot” Lauren just rolled her eyes.

“Anything else?”

“Well, she’s 2nd in command to Dinah Hansen on the Cheerios. Girl can dance and I mean dance. Not the smartest girl there is but she’s hot, not as hot as Dinah though. Those are the two girls I practically haven’t slept with” he stated, his eyes still fixated on the screen.

“Really? Interesting” hummed the green eyed girl as she continued to play.

“Why do you ask? I’m going to the other side, maybe we can flank the bastard”

“Yeah, wait…OH, HEAD SHOT!” yelled the girl fist pumping the air, “Oh, I was just wondering. I’ve got to tutor Camila until her grades go up or something like that. Seeing her after school everyday, I think.” she added.

“WHOA SHIT! You’re so freakin’ lucky. Spending time with that fine ass right there.” congratulated Siope, patting Lauren on the back.

“I’m tutoring her, that’s all. Don’t take it the wrong way.”

“Hey, since she’s pretty tight with Dinah you reckon you could put in a good word for me? You know, so she can pass it onto Dinah?” he asked waggling his eyebrows.

“I’m just her tutor, that’s all. I will not help you get laid.” huffed the girl.

“What? Come on? I’m your best lesbro” he begged.

“You’re my only lesbro. Ugh, maybe” she said, placing her controller on the table, “I better head back home, I want to study a bit more.” she added.

“Seriously Jauregui? You’re one mega nerd.” teased the boy.

“If I were you I’d be nice. Remember who has the power to make or break your chances with Dinah.” reminded the Girl as she walked out the door.


The next day in school Lauren noticed that Camila had been in more classes than she thought. How did she not realize the Brunette was in her, History, English, Math and Spanish class, oh right, she was always too busy doing her work to ever notice.

As she sat in the library furiously scribbling equations into her book she overheard a conversation in the cubicle opposite. It sounded like Camila and another girl she assumed to be Dinah Hansen, the girl Siope was fawning over.

“Sorry, I can’t hang out after practice for a while. I’m getting tutoring.” She heard the brunette say.

“Oh, it’s ok. How long do you have to get the tutoring for?” asked the other girl.

“Until my grades are above a pass. I’ve done pretty bad.”

“Who’s tutoring you?”

“Um, I think her name’s Lauren Jauregui.” The way Camila said her name made it sound more exotic, she now decided that hearing the brunette say her name had to be one of the most angelic things she’s ever heard.

“Lauren Jauregui, Lauren Jauregui…hm I don’t know who that is.” Pondered Dinah, trying to figure out if she’s ever met the girl.

Before she could continue eavesdropping someone had tapped the girl on the shoulder causing her to abruptly stand to attention and squeal. Everyone in the library turned their heads to the Girl who was now standing, her eyes darting everywhere eventually landing on Camila.

The brunette cheerleader gave her a sweet smile before getting up to leave with the head cheerleader.

Clearing her throat the girl turned towards the person who had frightened her.

“Ally?” she asked, adjusting her glasses.

“Hey, Ally. As you know I’m the co-captain of the Glee Club and –” before the diva could finish her sentence, Lauren was already packing up her equipment before turning to leave.

“I told you before, I don’t want to join Glee Club.” She answered before hurrying out the door.

This hadn’t been the first time Ally had tried to recruit the Girl. It first happened when Lauren stayed after school after picking up some extra credit homework. She was at her locker singing to herself when the diva heard her and from that day on she had been ruthlessly trying to recruit the girl. Ally claimed that Lauren had a unique voice, although not as skilled as her own it was unique none the less.

This hadn’t convinced the Girl to join, truth is she wanted to join, she loved to sing and play her guitar but she didn’t want to have the attention that came with being a Gleek. Sure, no one knew her name or called her a loser or nerd from time to time but this was better compared to what the Gleeks received.

Slushies were thrown on them on a daily basis and they often performed at school assemblies, she didn’t want to deal with all the attention. Instead she chose to refuse, however this never deterred the diva from trying to recruit the Girl.

It always ended the same, the diva would ask and the Girl would decline before running away.

Lauren ran into the girls bathroom trying to avoid the small diva who decided to chase after her. She ran into the room so fast she didn’t realize there was another girl standing in front of the mirror applying lip gloss. In her rush she had crashed into the girl, dropping her textbooks and stationary.

She opened her eyes, everything looked blurry. She realized she was on the ground and her glasses had fallen off. Great. She though as she lay there.

“Hey are you ok?” a sweet voice asked her, offering a hand.

“Uhh, yeah.” Groaned the Girl, taking the hand as she lifted herself up.

Since she still didn’t have her glasses on everything was a massive blur, all she could see was a tall girl who seemed to be wearing red and white and what seemed to be brunette hair.

Her vision was finally clear when the figure placed her glasses over her eyes for her. There she saw her, the girl crashed into, it was Camila.

“Oh, shoot. I’m so sorry Camila.” She apologized, trying to pick up all her stationary.

“Oh, it’s ok.” Chuckled the cheerleader, crouching down to the ground to help the Girl collect her fallen possessions.

“It’s ok. Y-you don’t have to.” She stuttered to the Brunette.

“I want to.” Chuckled Camila, handing the taller girl the last item from the floor.

“Um…thanks.” The brunette said awkwardly.

“No problem. I guess I’ll be seeing you today at your house.” Smiled the cheerleader.

“Y-yeah!” Lauren coughed trying to hide her enthusiasm, “Um. Yeah, sure. See you then.” She said trying to act calm and collected.

“You’re funny.” Giggled Camila as she headed out the door, “Bye.” she said sweetly.

“Bye.” Squeaked the Girl, watching the door close.


“Hey Mom.” Greeted Lauren, kissing her mom on the cheek.

“Hi, Lo. How was school?” she asked as she filled out paper works.

“It was good. I managed to finish all my homework at school. Now all I have to do is study for upcoming tests.”

“That’s good. Since your dad ended up taking the night shift do you want to order in?” her mother asked whilst shuffling around some papers.

“Sure, want anything?” asked the Girl as she flicked through the various fast food pamphlets.

“No, it’s ok. Just order for yourself.”

“Alright, I’ll order later after I’ve studied.” Said the Girl as she trudged up her stairs towards her room.

2 hours later the door bell rang, Mrs. Jauregui called for her daughter to answer the door. Receiving no answer she got up from her desk and made her way towards the main foyer before opening the door.

Mrs. Jauregui saw a brunette girl who was donning, what seemed to be her daughters high school’s cheerleading uniform. Taking in the girl’s facial features she had a childlike innocence radiating from her presence. What she noticed was the Brunette girl’s eyes, they were a unique shade of brown and looked like they were filled with love and she had a feeling that this girl would drastically change her daughter’s life.

“Hello.” Mrs. Jauregui greeted politely, smiling at the girl.

“Hi, I’m Camila Cabello. Um I’m here to get tutoring from Lauren?”

Imagine #93 Stiles and Damon (TVD) [Requested]

The humid night air felt voltaic; the atmosphere smelling of sulfur as a soothing rumble of thunder reverberating throughout the greyed clouds. The weather mirrored the storm of emotion haunting the memories you’d cherished for a portion of your lifetime. The warmth that would cradle your heart at the recollection of time now replaced with a searing pain and unfathomable loss. Life had the tendency to be cruel; ripping happiness away when it seemed cloud nine had lingered for too long. A boisterous crack of thunder distracted you from reverie, the darkened clouds flashing as lightening tore through the sky and rain began to pour down upon the earth. This was the luck that’d been bestowed upon you today; being forced to walk home in the rain due to the routine of depending on your boyfriend, Stiles, to chauffer you around Beacon Hills. Just the mere thought of his name made the ache in your chest strengthen to a suffocating squeeze. He cheated on you. He was Malia’s now.

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