ill watch over you

Bloodlust (Roman Godfrey)

Prompt: You come home on day, to find a note your brother and mom left you in Destiny’s care. So you run to the one person you trusted, Roman.


“I’m sorry your brother was in trouble and we had to leave. I know how much you loved it here, and you deserve better than a life more that a life of running. You deserve a shot at a normal life. Ive talked to Destiny and she will watch over you, ill call you when were safe. I love you baby, its better this way. -Mom”

Her note took the breath from your lungs. The house was ruined and even the cat was gone. They took that damn cat and left you here!

Your eyes began to burn as you screamed grabbing the closest thing, which happened to be a family photo and smashed it into the wall. Your body shook as you kicked, threw and broke everything you could get your hands on. They actually wanted you to stay with Destiny? She wasn’t exactly the greatest role model using her gifts for sex and money, claiming to heal people.

You ran out of the house grabbing your bike, the note snatched in your hand. You began to head to the one person you could talk to and would understand you.


Tears burned your eyes, before you used your sweatshirt to wipe them away. You stood on the front porch nervous, your hands shook above the doorbell. You took a deep breath and hit the button.

You heard footsteps and a familiar face looked slightly down on you confused.

“Y/N what are you doing here? I thought you guys left? Where’s Peter?” His eyes looked around the area but turned back to you.

Holding out the note tears began to flow faster down your cheeks. Roman snatched the note, reading swiftly he finished and looked up into your eyes.

“What the fuck……” he whispered and grabbed your shoulders pulling you into his arms.

You sobbed into his chest as he pulled back and led you to the living room, he sat down beside you on the couch.

“Do you want some tea? Or bourbon and shit?” He said quietly.

You sniffed giving off a smirk “I dont even think shit would taste good with bourbon.”

Roman gave a light smile “Yeah me neither.” He pulled you to his chest, letting you cry until your eyes hurt.

Picking you up he carried you upstairs and into a room, he set your down on something soft which you guessed was his bed.

He took your shoes off, still in silence and set them on the floor. “I’ll figure this out just rest now Y/N.”

He stood by you grabbed his arm “Please stay……at least until i fall asleep.”

He stared down at you for a moment, then he slipped off his belt and nodded. Moving over he laid beside you. You turned putting your head on his chest, he seemed to tense up and the closeness of you. He could feel the blood pumping through your veins and his fangs scraped his tongue. He bit down on his tongue trying to suppress the urge to feed on you.

You seemed to remember moving away suddenly “Sorry i guess i forgot.”

“Your the only person who would run to an Upir, and forget what they are.” He chuckled

You shrugged turning onto your side, you hid the tears that began to start again “Well my brother is a werewolf.”

Roman seemed to sense your change in emotion, he pulled you into his chest “It’s okay, i know…”

You nodded wiping your eyes, and slowly let the emotional exhaustion take over.


You woke up to find Roman had left, hearing the shower running you stood up slowly. Romans clothes were on the ground as steam crept from under the bathroom door. Walking over you knocked on the door “Ro!”

“Yeah?” Came Roman’s voice muffled by the door

“I’m gonna go get food if that okay? You want anything?” You asked shifting your weight slightly from one side to the other.

“I’ll be down in a sec!” He replied 

Nodding you turned and made your way downstairs, you had been here loads of times when either you or your brother found yourselves in trouble. Usually you talked to Shelley but since her disappearance you swayed closer to Roman. Peter had began to notice and always scolded you about how much of a man-whore Roman had been. But since you two had started to hangout the less he seemed to be interested in other girls, only on days when you two were fighting did he have the occasional hook up. It bothered you at first but learning his true nature you realized for him, it was more of an impulse and how he had been raised by his mother Olivia. 

Finding some of your favorite cereal you and Shelly shared in secret, keeping it hidden behind the boxes of oatmeal and forgotten cans of soup. Olivia hated when he children ate such unhealthy processed and sugary meals. Most of the time, when she was gone was the only time the kids could eat what they wanted. 

You poured in the cereal and milk into the bowl, hopping on the counter. Taking a bite as Roman came down in his boxers, his hair still wet as light amounts of steam seemed to rise from his body leftover from the shower. 

Roman began making coffee, leaning back to examine you as you ate your breakfast. “You can stay here if you want? It pretty much empty and I know you don’t wanna stay with Destiny. Shelleys room is empty, shit over half the house is take whatever room you want.”

You nodded “Thanks Ro…..I was so wrapped up in myself, I never asked how you were. So….How are you?”

He shrugged taking  sip of his coffee walking over to you and snatching your bowl taking a bite of cereal. “I’m okay I guess, I mean your parents are kinda shitty and siblings are gone. Everyone wants me to take over Godfrey Enterprises, and I’m trying to control myself from feeding 24/7.”

“I can help if you want?” You asked 

Roman paused as you moved your head to the side, brushing away your hair to reveal your soft skin. 

Roman reached out gently brushing his hand on your neck causing shivers to run down your spine. He could feel the beating of your heart on the pads of his fingers, the way your chest rose and fell with your breathing. 

He leaned in intoxicated by your scent as he felt his fangs on his tongue again. Your heart beat faster at his proximity………………… he could hear it, but the only thing on his mind was how you would look covered in your own blood. How your scent would only light the flames of his desire and soon it would not be just your blood he craved, He would crave your body. Needing to the burning of your lips on his. He would ravish himself in your body, pleading for you to moan his name begging you to reach your climax as he thrust into you over and over again.  He closed his eyes before shaking his head “I can’t, I won’t be able to control myself if I do.”

You nodded the breath that caught in your lung seemed to slowly release “Okay.”

Roman handed you your cereal “ You can shower if you want? The waters still hot in my bathroom. It’ll need to warm up everywhere else.”

You were about to head upstairs, when you paused “I left my clothes at the house…..”

Roman nodded “Ill have someone pick them up, you can wear some of my clothes if you want. I let you borrow Olivia’s but your already beautiful plus I dont want you going around looking slutty.”

You gave a light smile trying to hide your confusion “…….Thanks.”

Going up the stairs, you cracked the door wanting to let the steam escape and make it hard to breathe when you got out. You sighed as you went into the bathroom. You had always though Olivia dressed more intimidating and classy but it seemed Roman did like that, despite the fact that Olivia was still his mother. You turned on the water and began to peel off your clothes, stepping out of your jeans you slowly slid down your panties. Unclasping your bra you tossed it to the side and let the hot water cascade down your back. 

Closing your eyes you felt your muscles begin to relax. You looked over grabbing the shampoo that smelled of pine…….it smelled like Roman. lathering your hair and rising off you used the conditioner massaging your scalp. You thought of your brother. 

It was rare for a girl in the family to have the wolf gene, but when your brother turned your life began to change. You had to leave every school you had been to if someone spotted your brother, even sooner if he began to kill more than the occasional deer. You could never have many friends, your mother didn’t want you to get close to many people in case you had to leave. It had become a routine never lasting more then a few months. You would finally have the courage to talk to someone, to try and make friends before your mother whisked you away to the next town. Peter teased you sometimes about being socially outcast but the truth was you didn’t want get attached. After a while Peter was used to it but you weren’t. 

Coming back to reality you noticed the water beginning to chill slightly. You quickly washed you body and rinsed the conditioner out of your hair.  

Stepping out of the shower you grabbed a towel looking up you jumped to see Roman at the door.

Towel still in your hands you froze as your gaze met Roman’s. His breathing hitched in his throat as he looked down clearing his throat. He turned around “Sorry you shut off the water…I just wanted to give you these.”

You looked down to his hands and saw he had a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You wrapped the towel around your body and stepped forward. Placing your hand gently on his he passed you the clothes. 

“Thank you Roman.” You said quietly your heart pounding in your chest.

Roman slowly turned around and you could see he was biting his lip. His eyes were glued to your neck. His face turned from one of embarrassment into hunger and lust. You felt yourself freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Roman?” You whispered as his mouth began to open and you saw his sharp canines begin to draw closer to his bottom teeth as he growled.


Part 2??

So at my very worst period of mental illness things were pretty freaking awful. I was dealing with psychosis, near constant panic attacks, what they called “severe bipolar 1” plus some sort of unidentified personality disorder. Basically, things were really really bad and had been for a long time. But here are some of the things that helped me when I was dealing with a 2 month psych hospitalization that summer 

  • Noticing the color of the sky 
  • Nice scented lotion 
  • Taking long showers 
  • Making sure that I was hydrated & well nourished
  • Taking deep breaths 
  • Playing guitar 
  • Keeping my living space neat
  • Putting on nicer clothes & doing my hair 
  • Journaling 
  • Exercise 

Honestly I was able to recover precisely because I started paying attention to moments like these. At the time I was still pretty miserable, but it was a major break through to realize I could appreciate the colors of the sky & grass, or the sound of rain, or the cozy feeling of a bookshop. It’s hard to articulate how much it changed things for me. 

Of course, I had a lot of other support too, and I’m not trying to say this alone cured me. I also know that stuff that worked for me in recovery didn’t work for my peers in treatment and vice versa. But I do beg you not to dismiss stuff like this that’s offered without judgement, like in self care posts. For one - you don’t know what the OP has been through & there is no reason to invalidate them or mentally people who do stuff like this –  You just can’t correlate the severity of symptoms to what kind of things help. 

And two - it’s not good to spread the idea that enjoying little moments, or doing common self care this is only for non mentally ill people. In fact, we are often the ones who can benefit the most. And it’s a shame to spread the idea that none of these things can work for any mentally ill person when that’s just not true & could prevent someone from doing something that could help. Treating severe mental illness is a big problem, but it’s often made up of lots of little changes

1. you will quickly learn that saying please does not make it stop. you will still beg every single time.

2. if you bleed through your sheets just tell her that it was your period. she will always believe you.

3. when you really do have your period, don’t use tampons. it will feel like him inside of you. it will make you sick.

4. it takes a lot of practice but eventually you can pretend to be somewhere else. imagine that the tan ceiling is sand on a beach. imagine that the pink walls are a princess dress at disney world.

5. sometimes you can get away with pretending to be ill. she will make you stay in the living room to watch over you. he will not risk touching you there.

6. occasionally he will hurt you so bad that you will have trouble walking the next day. when that happens it is okay to take one of her pills. it will not help much, but it’s better than nothing.

7. the nickname he gives you will still make you flinch years later. it will never hurt less to hear, but you will get better at hiding it.

8. you think that going to a friend’s house will give you a break. and it will. but you’ll soon realize that the longer you are away, the hungrier he will get. and it’s always so much worse when you come back.

9. don’t bother taking so many showers. you’ll never feel clean, anyway.

10. he has hurt other children before you. he will hurt other children after you. it is not your fault for not telling. you were a child. a terror-laced little girl. it is not your fault.

—  10 Tips For His Future Foster Children, Anonymous 

waelzlager  asked:

Argh I really love your last padawan of dooku AU! Can we please have more?! What is going on with Qui-Gon, is he getting jealous? Thank you!

He had expected Yan but instead he had found padawan Kenobi sitting on the couch when he had stepped into his former master’s quarters. Or well he had at least hoped to find the other man first.

As it was he only found the teen, sitting peacefully on the couch with a datapad on his lap.

The copper head looked up quickly before settling his pad on the table and giving Qui-Gon a bow. “Master Jinn, I was not aware we were getting guests today.” He offered politely, his face inquisitive as he peered at Qui-Gon.

“Ah, I was just hoping to catch your master if I’m honest. I’ll leave.” Qui-Gon forced a small smile.

“You’re welcome to stay though. Master should be back in half an hour or so, he just wanted a talk with Master Syfo Dyas.” Obi-Wan tilted his head. “I can make tea if you wish.”

Hesitating only briefly, Qui-Gon nodded. “Very well, that does sound amendable.” He walked to the couch and sat down, the room descending into an awkward kind of silence as Obi-Wan started making tea in the tiny kitchenette.

“Sapir or black jana?” The youngster questioned as water boiled.

“Sapir please, I never could understand how Yan drank jana…” The master shook his head.

There was an agreeing grunt from the kitchen and a small giggle and Qui-Gon felt his lips reluctantly twitch in return.

Being this close to Obi-Wan for a longer period of time, he could now see the faint scarring the other sported in the face still though only prolonged scrutiny would make anyone notice them.

The tea was perfectly brewed and perfectly served by the other and Qui-Gon watched him over the cup.

“…You don’t carry any ill will towards me, do you.” He stated as he read the others body language and Obi-Wan blinked at him over his own cup before smiling.

“Not at all. Master Yoda should not have pushed you. And I’m happy to have you as a linage brother. If you’re happy to have me that is.” The boy confessed a bit shyly and it made Qui-Gon a bit relieved to see that Yan hadn’t trained that out of him yet, it gave Obi-Wan his own personality even when he was confidant in public.

“Mind? I’m honestly a bit jealous of you little linage brother. Yan sounds very proud of you.” Qui-Gon chuckled.

“I think he is. But I work hard for it.” Obi-Wan fiddled with the cup a bit before taking a new sip. “He likes that I work hard.”

That got a nod out of Qui-Gon. “He was always appreciative of a person who could work hard. Respect and discipline doesn’t hurt either.” He offered in some amusement and Obi-Wan grinned at him, nodding slowly.

“…Obi-Wan, if your master allows it, would you like to learn about the Living Force?”


“You have to admit, its strange to see.” Qui-Gon offered quietly.

Yan shrugged and continued to run his hand over the short copper strands, Obi-Wan’s head in his lap as the teenager slept peacefully with a blanket over him, cutesy of the padawans master. “I know, but Obi-Wan has a…effect on people. You must have noticed it by now, teaching him about the Living Force.”

The other shrugged and sipped his tea, not wanting to admit to how the Force practically sang around Obi-Wan, drew attention without the teen being aware of it.

Yan looked down at the sleeping teen. “Being around him makes me feel…light. There’s a promise in his future that tells me he’s going to be great but at the same time makes me worry because I can sense great loneliness at the same time. As if the world could tip on its head for him by the choices we can’t yet see that will be made.” He rested his hand on the soft hair, fingertip resting on the neck to feel the pulse.

“You’re worried.” The long haired man realized.

“Very. Torture would not break Obi-Wan. But loneliness? Loneliness may.” Yan sighed. “He’s a very emotional boy despite hiding it well. I had to train him well to keep his emotions off his sleeve as it wouldn’t do him good meeting with politicians.”

“You always were a stern taskmaster.”

The two shared short smiles over memories that had long ago gone from bitter to amusing tales.

“You were a very argumentative padawan. But a good one. Not perfect, but I was not a perfect master either.” He chuckled.

“…Low my heart, I think Padawan Obi-Wan is making you soft to admit that to me.” Qui-Gon laughed, sitting back in surprise. Then he hesitated. “I…wanted to ask about when you found him though…was…did he…” He breathed out and looked at the older master. “I rejected him and he got caught, was he badly hurt?”

Yan glanced down at Obi-Wan, fingers caressing a faint scar on the others cheek as he thought back.


The door swung open but the next moment Yan had to dodge as chain was flung at him. Then a shape jumped over his head and rushed down the hall.

Had he been a bit slower, Yan would never have caught them but as it was his arms clamped around a narrow waist as he lifted a…a boy?

He blinked down in surprise at a shock of copper hair as the body in his arms flailed to escape.

“NO! LET ME GO!” Rocks floated of the ground and Yan cursed before tightening his grip.

“Easy lad! I’m a Jedi, I won’t hurt you but calm down!” He said sharply and breathed out when the dirty child in his arms went lax.

“J-Jedi?” There was a hopeful note in the boys voice before wide green eyes looked up at him, sporting a black eye with bruises and cuts covering his face.

‘He’s wearing Initiate clothes…’ Yan blinked back before gently settling the boy on his feet. “I’m Master Yan Dooku…you…” He knelt down and reached out, ignoring the flinch as he rested two fingers on the cheek, gently sealing a cut. “And who are you little one?”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi Master, former order Initiate.”


“He was dirty and tired.” Yan stared down at the sleep slackened face. “He could barely see out of the bruised eye and he had broken arm. He was woozy from blood loss and dehydration yet he…managed to escape his own bonds, threw a chain at my head and jumped over my head. I imagine had I been slower or he healthy, he could have gotten out on his own.” He chuckled. “He was impressive.”

“Oh…I…I should have…taken him on.” Qui-Gon sat back, rubbing his face with the hand not holding his cup.

“I’m glad you didn’t. It means I got to take him.” Yan shrugged. “And Obi-Wan says he’s happy. He says he grew from the experience and…well, I’m glad to have him.”

“…You always were a bit ambitious.” Qui-Gon laughed weakly into his hands. “Raising the best padawan you could included.”

“I already raised a great one. I’m just raising another one now.” He smirked at the long haired man.

Aiding a Princess

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Merick looked at the lady with a look of shock, almost horror. A tear fell and he took a deep breath a as he approached. “I will take none of the kind, I can’t leave you like this. He took off his scarf and gave it to her. "Wipe your tears, it’ll be ok. I-I promise you. I’m here okay?” He had a look like he was attempting to not break down in shock

“whether I’m ok or not it doesn’t matter. don’t worry about me alright?” he got up and held out a hand, gesturing to help her up. “here. let me help you, I have a place for you stay, as long as you need. you’ll be safe. I can treat any wound you have. a place ot sleep. a place to recuperate. A place under my watch i-i……..I can help you.” he took a deep breath as he wiped his face, taking a deep breath and making a calm smile. “m-my names Merick, I’m the guardian of the evergreen forest. I’m only here to help one in need”

“That’s… very generous of you..” she murmured, studying the male. She couldn’t sense any ill will in him, no intention to cause her harm… but still, even if he meant well… could she risk it?

“I… I don’t know… I’m sure there will assassins after me, it would put you at risk if I were to…” she looked down, she didn’t want any more mon to get hurt, there had already been so much bloodshed that day…

“I truly do appreciate it, and I do wish I could but… I don’t know….”

“If there are people if the kind. The kind that would harm you. I wont let them. I give you my word.” He grabbed her hand and helped her up. “If i wanted to hurt you, l would’ve done it now. So please….let me help you. Ill make sure your safe.”

He closed his eyes and wiped his tears one last time “its my purpose, my sworn duty to help those in harms path. And you. Are my priority.”

He held his hand out one last time “ please….come with me….i cant leave you out here like this”

She stood, a bit taken aback by his insistence. “Why did this man care so much for her safety? Even if it was his duty as he said was he really always this… insistent?

“I… Suppose it would be ok… if just for a little while…” she murmured, she was hesitant at first, but she did take his hand “But please… should the need for me to run come, don’t try and stop me… I don’t want to see anyone else die…”

“I can’t promise that” with that statement he moved in front of her and gestured her to follow behind. “ ill keep watch as we go. Though I doubt well run into trouble” he stayed close to her as they walked. Having small talk, getting to know each other little by little. 

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anonymous asked:

It's really disappointing they didn't give a black man the Angel motif. I've seen a lot of white angels and having there wonderful angelic healer be black would of been amazing! But they made them a pretty white lady instead. What a missed opportunity!

right like…. he could literally still be swiss and have the same backstory and everything. hearing “ill be watching over you” from a black man, a medical prodigy and genius, filled w compassion………………………….. i swehr ta GAWD imma get jeff kaplan alone in a room one day and ask him what happened !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Cam Imagine

“Can you do an imagine of Cam and y/n broke up and y/n wanted to get everything off her mind so she decides to go to an club and get wasted, really wasted and Cam found her outside of the club walking wasted and he brings her to his place and take care of her, please?”

i actually just had a dream about this lol (but i’m putting a gossip girl spin on this, i’ve been watching too much of that)

requested by anon


“I can’t do this anymore Cameron.” I said as I put my hand up to my forehead.

“Y/N Rachel is having family issues, I’m the only one she knows well enough to help her through it. Nothing is going on I swear.” Cam pleaded.

“I understand that. But what am I supposed to think when you forget our 2 year anniversary and go out to dinner with her? Or always putting me on the back burner for her. I’m your girlfriend.” I ranted.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. But shes’s like a close family friend. She can’t go through this on her own. I love you so much and don’t you ever forget that.” He said.

“Then start acting like it.” I said as I grabbed my purse and started to head towards the door.

“Y/N where are you going?” He asked.

“Oh you know to fuck with my ex too, because were done.” I said like as venom was pouring out of my mouth.

“Y/N wait.” He begged as he grabbed my arm.

“Get away from me. You don’t really love me. You love Rachel. Just please never go near me ever again.” I spat as I yanked my arm away from Cameron.

“I do love you Y/N. Just please don’t do anything reckless.” He said as he gave me his look of sympathy that he always gave.

I thought for a moment and then spoke, “I do what I want.” And I walked out of our apartment that was not ours anymore. 

I walked down the streets of Manhattan in my Calvin Klein heals going towards the closest club, butter. I walked in and there I seen Chuck Bass. A guy I avoided since the day I met Cameron. Since now were not together anymore, he’s the guy I need exactly for this night. 

Chuck seen me as I walked in, sitting at the bar with a drink in hand and smirked when I came over to him.

“Y/N.” Chuck said.

“Chuck.” I said.

“What a pleasure to see you here. Boyfriend problems?” He asked.

“Well not anymore, were done.” I said.

“You don’t seem to unhappy about it, he was a little too over protective anyways. What are you here for then?” He asked.

“I’m here to have a good night.” I smirked.

“Looks like i’m the one just to help.” He smirked.

I thought how about this might turn out. But i need to forget everything that happened tonight. 

“Come with me.” Chuck said. 

He lead me over to the other side of the bar and order me more than a few shots. I haven’t done shots in a very long time. I tried to stop my rebel ways when I met Cameron.

“Why are you looking at them like it’s the first time you seen them? Chug them down Y/last/N.” Chuck whispered by my ear.

I took one after another and after the first two I felt becoming a bit buzzed, then after I finished them off. I couldn’t think, at all. 

I don’t remember much, all I remember is that Chuck left for another girl, and I went with this guy and I totally blacked out. 

(Chuck POV)

After winning another easy slut over for tonight, I looked over and seen Y/N completely crash onto the floor and her chin hit the corner of a table.

“Shit.” I said as I ran over to Y/N. “Who fucking did this?” I spat as I caught my eye on a guy who was slowly backing up. I ran up to him and grabbed onto his shirt and pushed him up against the table and all the liquor glasses fell over.

“What did you do to her?” I gritted me teeth. He handed me tab looking thing and i realized what it was. LSD.

“You son of a bitch.” I said as I punched his face. I dropped him to the ground and went back over to Y/N. 

I tried to think of who would probably care the most to come get her and wont get her busted. Her boyfriend. I know Y/N to well, when she acts like she has no hurt feelings that’s when she’s hurt the most. I pick up Y/N and sit her on the couch and I grab her phone, looking through her contacts for her boyfriends number. I think his name was Cameron. Can’t stand that kid.

“Hello?” Cameron’s voice answered.

“Hello this Chuck Bass. Your girlfriend is completely wasted and might need medical care. I thought you’d be the best candidate to come and take care of her. Ill watch over her til you get here.” I said.

“What the fuck did you do Bass?” He spat into the phone.

“Oh nothing, I took her for a fun night out, but she got a little carried away. Were at butter.” I said.

“I don’t believe anything you say. I’m coming right now.” He said.

(Cam’s POV)

I am furious. How would Y/N even know Chuck Bass? She was probably just a target of his game for the night. Leaving Rachel, I sped off to Y/N. This is all my fault. I made her do shit she never would of done. I wanna take her back. 

As I got to the club, I seen Chuck by Y/N. I gave him a glare and went over to Y/N.

“Y/N.” I shook her. “Y/N please please be okay.” “Y/N I love you this is all my fault, please just wake up.” Tears falling from my eyes, I couldn’t help but want to kill Chuck.

I ran up to him and punched him the gut. “Why did you do this to Y/N?” I spat.

“How about you chill down and stop jumping to conclusions. I would never do this to Y/N.” Chuck said.

“Wait you know Y/N?” I asked confused.

“Yes I do, old friend.” He said.

“I still don’t believe you Bass, you play every girl you see in front of you.” I said.

“He’s right Cameron, Chuck didn’t do this.” Y/N said.

I ran over to her and cupped my hands around her face. “I’m so happy you’re okay i’m so so sorry I love you so much I promise I won’t spend time with Rachel as much anymore. Now can you tell me who did this to you?” I asked her. 

She furried her eyebrows and thought, then spoke “I think his name was Nash.”


It’s finally gotten a little cooler here, and the mornings actually feel a little bit like winter. So, of course, have some spine and hatchy boy sketches of them and their silly winter shenanigans. Clearly, they don’t need warm clothes, but puffy hatchy is a fun hatchy.

Promise// Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Summary: You and Stiles move in together and talk about your future.

Word Count: 868

Word density: “House”

*Italicized words mean it’s a flashback*

After three years of being together, and all of the supernatural beings calming down, you and stiles moved in together. Sheriff Stilinski was shocked when Stiles told him that you two were moving in together. You didn’t buy the house on your own. The house was given to you.

After your grandmother passed away, she left you her house. A small blue house with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a garage, a large kitchen, and a spacious living room. It was a nice starter house for the both of you. Hopefully you would start a family in this house. You could remember the first day you met Stiles.

*Start of flashback*

You insecurely walked down the hallway of your new school. It was your first week here in Beacon Hills. Your grandmother was ill and needed someone to watch over her, she chose you. 

The bell rang, signaling that you were late to class. What a great way to start at a new school. First impressions were everything, how would you showing up late look? There weren’t that many people in the hallway, you should be able to make it. You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts by a cool liquid spilling down your chest, and you colliding with someone else.

“Shit, that’s cold!” You gasped, pulling the shirt away from your body.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Here, let me help.” He pulled a napkin out of his pocket and began to rub the wet spot, your boobs.

“You know that’s my boob, right?.” You sighed and he stopped his movements.

“God, I’m so sorry. Do you have extra clothes in your locker?”

“I don’t even have a locker!” You laughed.

“Oh, you’re the new girl. Come on, I’ll let you wear my lacrosse jersey” He grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

“You’ll let a stranger wear your lacrosse jersey?”

“Well, not all strangers are all pretty as you, and not all stranger’s shirts get see through when wet.”

“Oh my god!” You squealed, trying to cover yourself.

“Hey, it’s alright. You can wear my jersey as long as you promise to give it back. Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

*end of flashback*

“Wow, we’re really doing this.” Stiles said as he put down a box.

“We’re really doing this.” My hand took his as I lead him into the house.

Stiles had a job at the station. You were working at the local bank. Funds were low in both of your families which made going to college impossible. You and Stiles made enough to live on your own and take care of yourselves.

“Babe, let’s talk.” Stiles said as he led you to the only piece of furniture in the living room.

“Okay.” You answered, nervously.

“Babe, we’ve been through so much together. You getting the bite,your grandmother passing, the dread doctors. You even stayed when I was possessed by an evil fox spirit!” He laughed, your cheeks warmed up.

Was he proposing?

“We conquered all of that bad stuff, and now look at us. We’re house owners! We’re twenty one and we’re house owners.”

“I know, I’ll conquer anything with you by my side.” You smiled and picked up his hand.

“You took the words right out of my mouth. I want to keep conquering things with you forever. I can’t predict what will happen in our future. I don’t know what kind of supernatural force will try to tear us apart, but I can predict this; One day you and I will live on a big house on a hill. We’ll Have three children, they’ll be just as beautiful as you. You’ll have a beautiful diamond on your ring finger-.” He got choked up, you were both crying.

“Stiles.” You whispered and squeezed his hand.

“Things are tough now and I’m trying, we’re trying. I can’t get you that beautiful house on a hill… and I can’t get you everything to make you happy, but I have this.” He stopped and reached into the couch cushion, pulling out a small blue box.

“Stiles, I don’t need all of that. I don’t need a house on a hill, I just need you.”

“I know you don’t need all of  that, but I want to give you that. I love you. This was my grandmother’s engagement ring, and now I give it to you as a promise ring. A promise to stick with me when times get tough. A promise to stick with me when alway call me on my bullshit. A promise to love me, even when the bills get too high and my paycheck doesn’t help. A promise to always return my jersey.” You both chuckled a the last part. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.” You nodded as you grabbed his face and pressed his lips to yours.

“Oh god, I love you.” He whispered against your lips.

“I love you too.” You cried.

“Wait, the ring”.” He pulled away and slowly slid the ring onto your finger.

Neither of you ever broke the promises you made that day.


“Ill watch over you (Y/N)”, Cas suddenly said and you stopped yelling at him.

“Cas we are having an argument you can’t just -” He cut you off by pulling you into a deep hug.

“But I love you (Y/N).”

“Yeah I know”, you nodded. “I love you too. But we were having an argument. You can’t just stop fighting. That’s not how it works.”

“You humans are so weird (Y/N). Can’t we just stop and kiss?”

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