it's when her breath catches as she finally hugs him back

The Long Game - Derek Hale Imagine

Requested by @derangedangelImagine request :) Reader is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back & Derek likes her back. Thanks :D

Word Count: 4,502

Warning: Derek being abused and injured. 

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Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Y/N couldn’t keep her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever calls a girl after midnight except for one-" 

"Y/N…” Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing another heartbeat. “I need you." 

His voice was filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed. "Derek, where are you?”

“I don’t know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.

“Derek, I need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out of bed to get dressed.

“I can’t… see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting weaker by the second.

She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you back?”

“My phone… is going to die…”

“Fuck!” She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind. “After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’ office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer, okay?”

“O… kay…” he mumbled weakly.

“Derek?” Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the phone." 

"I promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was told to do. 

Y/N grabbed her keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’ number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time she went to Stiles for help with Derek.

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Unrequited

Summary: As a teenager you’d been best friends with Sam Winchester, particularly since your mother and his father hunted together whenever they felt they needed backup. But then you’d moved country, and all interactions with the Winchesters were of the non-physical kind. So when they call on you for backup, you jump at the chance to see your best friend again, not to mention see his big brother, on who you’d had a mild crush on.
The hunt goes well, the rest of the evening, however, doesn’t exactly go your way.  
Pairing
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
Words
: 3963
Warnings
: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut.
AN: This was an Anon Request! I’m quite pleased with this one, and kinda tempted to write a sequel… let me know what you think of that idea!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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Your phone started ringing for the third time in a row, and you couldn’t suppress your exasperated groan as you tugged a sweatshirt over your wet hair and damp skin. Snatching it up off the scuff-marked plastic table you chanced a quick glance at the caller ID before answering.

Sam Winchester.

Of course.

“You better have a damn good reason for disturbing my day off, Winchester,” you teased, tucking the mobile between your shoulder and ear so you could return to the damp towel you’d tossed onto the bed and set about drying your hair more thoroughly. The bastard knew you were taking a day to pamper yourself, yet still decided to drive you mad with your own ringtone. How very rude of him.

On the end of the line, Sam just chuckled, and you could just picture him shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, but you could detect genuine regret in his voice. “It’s just that I know you’re nearby, and me and Dean could use an extra pair of hands on this one. Dean will hate me when he finds out I rang… he doesn’t like thinking there are more Vamps than we can handle,” he said. A faint scraping sound in the background suggested that he’d just taken a seat, too.

As you once again dropped the towel onto your bed in favour of your hairbrush, you let out an amused titter. “Certainly sounds like Dean,” you mused, “sounds like he’s well on his way to becoming one of those stereotypical stubborn Alphas you get on TV.”

Once again, you heard the distinctive rumble of Sam laughing. That was when a thought hit you, and your face lit up in a smile so broad that your cheeks actually hurt.

“Hold up… does-does that mean I actually get to see you guys? And I mean see you, not just skype or a screen-shared movie?”

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Gladio, Iggy and Noct are on their roadtrip when they come across a bunch of cars spread across the road
Battered and smoking
Some have been flipped over the barrier, people littering the ground as well as bodies of beasts and the black sludge that’s a telltale sign of demons

All the devastation converges on one car somewhat down the incline so they decided to check it out

Theyre almost on the car when a shot rings out and only Gladio’s quick reflexes saves them as he gets his shield out and up

‘W-who goes there??’

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In Control - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,977

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Protected Sex, Jeep Sex

Notes: Guess what guys! This was a request! I absolutely loved this idea. This was so fun to write. And I couldn’t wait to get it out. So I will probably be regretting life at work seeing as it is 3:30 in the morning right now. BUT THIS WAS SO WORTH THE 13 HOURS OF WRITING. I hope my lil nonnie (though I DO know who requested this, I will not divulge) loves this ❤️

Request: can you do a stiles smut where the reader is possessed by a powerful goddess or the reader is a demigod and she can regain her powers/stay in control by having sex with someone? and that stiles is her anchor? TYSM ❤️

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Never Enough

Summary: Stiles is bummed about Lydia not liking him. You’re hurt inside because you’ve always loved him. After Stiles gets back from being beaten up, Lydia leaves to find Jackson. (This was when he was a Kanima). His dad sits down to talk with him.

Ship: Stiles x Fem!Reader, Isaac x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sadness, fluff, angst, heartbreak.

Your P.O.V

I lean against my locker, forcing my gaze away from Stiles. He trailed after Lydia, who hadn’t a care in the world. In fact, she looked like she didn’t think Stiles existed. It was as if he was a fly on a wall. I watch the interaction, a pang in my chest began to grow. I have to admit, I’d always loved him. Stiles, I mean. But, to him, I was never enough. Even when we were younger, I was never beautiful in his eyes. It was excruciatingly obnoxious. I glance at Scott, who stood not far from Stiles. He gave me a pitiful smile. Even before he got his powers he knew I loved Stiles. He knew the interaction broke my heart. 

I sent him a smile he knew was fake before walking off. I couldn’t stand to watch it happen again. I am so tired of doing the same thing over and over again. I shake my head to distract myself. The game was tonight so I had to focus. Instead of meeting the pack for lunch in the cafeteria, I made my way to the lacrosse field to practice. I slip on my headphones, blasting them as loud as I possibly could. The more I hit the net, the angrier I got. When I missed the last shot, tears started to corrode in the crooks of my eyes. Not now.. not here.. I pack up my stuff and head home, not bothering to finish my last class. I was never enough… No matter how hard I tried- I would never be enough in his eyes..

Later That Night..

I sat down next to Scott, watching the game begin. I was a little late so I wasn’t able to be there for Coach to pick me. When he saw me though, he lit up. “(Y/n)! We were looking for you everywhere! You’re up to change next!” I nodded, putting on a forceful smile. A few seconds later, a person I didn’t expect to see sat down next to Scott. “Isaac??” I asked, perplexed. “What’re you doing here??” He smirked. A random sensation making its way into my body. A flutter.. of warmth? “I’m here to win. So-” he said looking at Scott. “What’s the plan?” Scott glanced between the two of us, smiling genuinely.

“(Y/n), Issac and you will be up soon. You’ve gotta knock enough people out so I can be on.” We nod in agreement before I made my way into the field. I glance back at Stiles, his eyes on Lydia, who was sitting next to Melisa. She wasn’t even looking back at him. She was watching Jackson. I roll my eyes huffing. Moments like these made me happy that I joined lacrosse. I noticed as soon as I made my way onto the field, the players seemed to tense up. I was the most aggressive player. People from other teams called me merciless. Which I was.

Isaac’s goal was to get as many of our players out so that Scott could get in. My goal was to destroy the other team and stall the game as long as I could. The mere thought of being Scott’s primary weapon made me feel powerful. I was fast. Too fast for any of them to catch. My adrenaline level had sky rocketed. And with this new found anger, I was ready for anything. I squat down low, eyeing each of the boys like they were my prey. My gaze halted when I found a large one. He was tall, really tall. But he was buff with a lot of weight. Ya know what they say, the bigger they are the harder they fall. 

My breathing began to pick up as I stalked back and forth. I could tell there was a massive uneasiness between the boys on the other team. I guess my reputation proceeded me. The second they blew the whistle, I bolted across the field, faster than anyone of them could have predicted. Before the burly boy knew it, I dug my body weight from under his feet and through him over my shoulders. His face smacked the dirt like a sack of pudding hit a brick. The crowd ‘oohed’ at my harsh actions. One our players peered over at me, tossing over the ball as soon as I got up from drilling the boy. I ran across the field, dodging every move that came my way.

Finally there stood a boy a few feet in front of me. I smirk, barreling towards him, I push him out of the way before making the goal. However, Coach screamed louder than the rest. They called the point and we started again. Isaac was finally able to get Scott in, however he had to sit out due to an injury. I nod at him, saying with my eyes that it would be okay. Even after though, I felt his gaze harden on me. Something was different with him. I shake my head, pulling my focus back on the game. I paced back and forth, picking my next prey. The whole time though, I felt a pair of eyes watching me. Scott… It was a look of worry, something I was use to seeing from him. 

But the look he wore seemed a little different. Not worry for me. Confusion and worry. Confused as to how I was able to do what I did and worried for how heartbroken I actually was. I tore my gaze away, focusing on the game. Stiles scored the last few shots, winning the game for us. I was about to hug him when I realize his gaze was on her. It always was. And then, the lights went out. Screams and shouting echoed the field. I remove my helmet, trying to adjust to my surroundings. And then, the lights came on. People surrounded Jackson, who was apparently dead. 

Scott, Isaac and I exchanged confused glances. Mr. Stilinski broke through, shouting. “STILES?! WHERE IS MY SON?!” Oh my god.. They had him.. The rest of the night, I never left the Sheriffs side. I helped put out missing reports and slept in the police station, refusing to leave until he was found. Mr. Stilinski sat down next to me, two cups of coffee in his palms, handing one over to me, I smile as my inaudible thank you. He leans into me, whispering in a fatherly tone. “Why don’t you go home? Get some sleep, sport.” He only called Stiles and I that. I shake my head. “I won’t leave him. I won’t sleep tonight anyways..” He sighs, smiling down at me. “C'mon, you can stay at our house till he comes back.” I nod, taking a deep breath.

Originally posted by hopesanddreams321

Third P.O.V

The moment we get home she sits down on the edge of his bed. (Y/n) didn’t sleep all night and all day. Mr. Stilinski coaxed her into changing into normal clothes. Besides that though, she remained in his room, at the foot of his bed. Despite her harsh and unhealthy attempts, (Y/n) finally fell asleep, teary eyed with dark circles, she was wrapped in a ball at the edge of his bed. Little did she know, Mr. Stilinski came in, pulling a blanket over her before sitting down at Stiles’ desk. He glanced down at her, sighing. “Where is my son..” A voice croaked from the door. “Right here..” It was.. Stiles. Mr. Stilinski stood up, crying as he hugged his son for dear life.

Originally posted by bestiadelgevaudan

After a few seconds though, he noticed the dark bruises and marks that cascaded across his face. “Who did this to you?!” He asked with quiet anger, remembering that (Y/n) was still well asleep. Stiles shook his head. “Dad- it was no one- just some kids at the other school who weren’t too happy that we beat them-” He interjected, angry. “I’m gonna have a word with that school-” Stiles shook his head. “No- dad- I’m fine-” Mr. Stilinski pulled him into a hug once more before letting him wake up (Y/n), who laid sleeping peacefully for the first time in god knows how long.

Your P.O.V

I curled myself deeper into his blankets, breathing in his comforting scent. Seconds later, I hear a mermir of two voices. It stirs me slightly, but doesn’t wake me. Minutes go by before I force and pry my droopy eye lids open there stood on outline of a boy. And then I realized, it was Stiles. Automatic joy rushed through me as i bolted up and off the bed, tackling him onto the floor. I sat on his lap, face burrowed in his neck. I started to shake. “Stiles- I-” He nodded, understandingly wrapping his arms around me. After a few minutes, I let go, eyes wide at his bruises. “Stiles! Oh my god! Who did this to you?!” He takes my wrists, sighing. “I’m fine, (Y/n).” 

With one of his thumbs he wiped away a tear. “I was so worried about you.. I thought-” My voice croaked. He pulls me into another warm hug. After talking for a little longer, he finally coaxes me to head on home. I hug him and Mr. Stilinski again before heading home. However, the whole trip home, I couldn’t help but feel broken. I noticed the endless presents on his desk, all of which were for Lydia. And guess where she was? With Jackson.. Always with Jackson. I hated this empty feeling.. I plug my headphones in, blasting the music. I needed to move on.. 

The minute I walked in the door, my phone buzzed. I glanced down to see that it was from Isaac. We need your help. Meet us at the abandoned warehouse down the street. I look up from my phone, with a determined look. I drop my bag and sprint upstairs, shuffling through my belongings to open up my weapons. After grabbing them, I got in my mustang and headed over to the warehouse. 

Third P.O.V

Mr. Stilinski let Lydia in. She headed upstairs, knocking on his door. “I’m fine, Dad.” The knock came again, Stiles huffed, whipping open the door. “I said I’m fine-” He stopped when his eyes fell on Lydia. “Your dad let me in.” She muttered quietly. A heavy blush rushed through his cheeks. “Uhh- come in.” Cautiously, she did. “What happened to your face?” He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Pff- it’s nothing-” Lydia didn’t bother to press on. Stiles couldn’t help but feel an empty whole in his heart. He wanted her to love him. After a few seconds of silence, he walked over to see her teary. 

“They won’t let me see him..” Jackson. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t.. What could he possibly say that would ease her? They sit at the edge of his bed. Lydia stands to pace, something that bought her strange comfort. Her eyes soon fell upon a massive pile of presents, mostly unwrapped. “Stiles, why do you have feminine products?” His eyes went wide as he scratched the back of his neck, cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t sure what to get you for your birthday, so I just bought a bunch of stuff. Most of which, I’m gonna return.” She pointed at the TV, with a confused expression. 

“That, I’m definitely returning.” All of a sudden, she got a text. “You’re gonna wanna see this.” Jackson’s gone. “I have to find him.” Stiles stopped in front of her. “Lydia- it’s not safe- you have no care in the world about your life- but if you die- I’ll go out of the fricken mind!” She rolled her eyes, pushing past him. “Fine. I’ll find him myself.” Stiles called after her, huffing. “Lydia!” She walked out, her strawberry blonde hair bounced up and down as she slammed the door. Stiles didn’t bother following her. He rested his head on the palm of his hand, moving his feet around in the spiny chair. 

Originally posted by loveahale-blog

A few seconds later, Mr. Stilinski leaned against the doorway. “So, you and her? Is there a thing there?” Stiles shakes his head, a sad expression plastered on his face. “No, she’s in love with someone else.” His dad chuckled slightly. Stiles asked puzzled. “What’s so funny?!” Mr. Stilinski shook his head, sitting down next to his oblivious son. “Son, if you haven’t noticed by now- I don’t think you ever will. I know this is not my business but a girl we’ve both known our whole lives has liked you just as long, if not longer, than the girl you were just with. Get some sleep, sport.” And with that, he left stiles to ponder his thought. However, no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t think of anyone.

Your P.O.V

I pull into the warehouse parking lot. Scott and Isaac stood before me. “I told you not to call her!!” Scott hissed at him. I shake my head, smirking. “With what may or may not go down tonight, you’re gonna need all the help you can get.” I could have sworn Isaac’s eyes raked up and down my body before glancing back at Scott. “She’s right-” He said, biting his lip. “We need her.” Scott rolled his eyes before reluctantly heading in. Deep down, I was like a sister to him and a daughter to Melisa. I understood that he didn’t want to see me get hurt. I mean, I was human after all. To him, I was precious cargo. When we walk, I look over to see Mr. Argent. I was close with Allison so that brought me even closer to Chris. We respected each other. He shakes my hand, a small smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you, (Y/n).” I grinned. “You too, Mr. Argent.” All of a sudden, he tenses up. I run over my shoulder to see Derek walking out dramatically from the darkness. I can’t help but roll my eyes. He looks at all of us before stalking towards Jackson’s body. Scott questioned his motives, looking for something- someone else. “Wait! Where’s Lydia and Peter?!-” Derek mutters, unzipping the body bag. “There’s no time-” He interjected, roughly. “Think about it Scott! Gerard is just going to keep using Jackson- killing more people who dare to get in his way!” Mr. Argent took a few steps forward, shaking his head in denial. “No, no- that’s not true! Gerard wouldn’t let a wild animal let loose!” All of a sudden, another voice interrupted the argument. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

I turn over my shoulder to see.. Gerard. And in a matter of seconds, everything went to shit. An arrow shot out from behind Gerard. Scott and I croak at the same time. “Allison?” He had her too. I turn over my shoulder to see Isaac fall down. The arrow. Scott and I run over to him, Derek on the other hand, was thrown into the other room. Mr. Argent shot at the Kanima, Jackson, before running from him. “I’ll make sure he’s okay- GO! Help Chris!” I say towards Scott. Isaac nods, reassuringly. Scott looked between the two of us before running to the other room. I turn my attention back to Isaac. He laughs, despite the pain. “Ya know, (Y/n). Of all the ways to steal my heart- this has to be the worst.” I can’t help but smile. “Isaac, if I was gonna steal your heart- this wouldn’t be my first choice.”

I wrap my hands around the arrow, pulling it out. He groans, his head falling back. My heart picks up slightly at how attractive he looked in this moment. “How would you steal my heart then, (Y/n)?” Automatically, I blush. “I have a few ideas-” I say, winking at him before pulling him up and off the floor. I touch his chest with my hand. The interaction was sweet. “You okay?” He nods, stuttering slightly. I could have sworn his face flushed. “Uhh-yeah- I’m good. Let’s go.” We enter seconds before Derek is thrown to the ground. He gets up and we surround the Kanima. It was as if a whistle blew because in no time, we were fighting in unison. The Kanima, Jackson, threw Scott and Derek to the side. Isaac laid on the floor, not too far from me.

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Jackson made his way towards him. And in that moment, it was as if all my pain washed away and the only thing that mattered, was Isaac. I push myself up and run at Jackson with full force. I drop kick him in the stomach before jumping up to punch him. He falls to the ground with a loud thud. “DON’T!-” I punch. “EVER!-” I punch again. “TOUCH!-” And again. “HIM!-” I wrap my hands around his scaly collar, using all my strength and adrenaline to throw him against the concrete wall. It snapped in half. I was fuming, pulsating with energy and rage. It was a new found feeling. And I liked it. I could have sworn I saw a look shared between Isaac, Scott, Derek and Mr. Argent. And then, the adrenaline left. I fall to one knee, looking up to see Isaac holding his side, a smile on his face. However, it quickly fades when knife shards slice through him.

Originally posted by giinaslinetti

He spits out blood, falling to the floor. “NOO!!” I exclaimed. Allison snickered over his body, her daggers at the ready. Desperately, I begin to crawl over to her. However, before she could make any moves, her weapons fell to the ground with a loud clank. Jackson wrapped his scaly claws around her neck, choking her slightly. She gasps, looking over to Gerard with confusion. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He comes out from the shadows, smirking. Scott watched the interaction with fear. “He’s doing exactly what he came here to do.” Gerard smiled at him. “You knew.. You smelled it on me- at the station.” Isaac croaked, sitting up. “He’s dying..” He nodded. “Sadly, science doesn’t have a cure for cancer- but the supernatural does.” Mr. Argent barked at him, watching his daughter cautiously.

“You monster!! You took away my sister, my wife and now, now you threaten my daughter-!!” Gerard growled back at him. “I WOULD KILL MY OWN SON TO SURVIVE!” He turned his attention back towards Scott. “You know what you have to do Scott.” He looks down, ashamed before lifting Derek up. I push myself up, watching the interaction closely. Gerard lifted his hand up to the sky, letting out a victory cry. However, it was no victory. Seconds later, black goo dropped down his arm. He cried out in pain, glaring daggers at Scott. “MOUNTAIN ASH!!!” Scott glanced back and Derek and I, smiling. “I had a plan.” I couldn’t help but grin. Gerard crumpled to the ground, groaning. Jackson let go of Allison, puzzled now that his master was dead.

Originally posted by lovablecouples

Allison turned over her shoulder to kick him away. The minute she did so, a car ran through the door, running Jackson over. I force myself up despite the pain that emulated in my side. Isaac ran over to me, wrapping his hands in my face. “Are you okay?” I nod, looking over to see Rosco. Stiles shrieked as Jackson jumped on top of the car. Lydia hopped out. An empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. He stuck to her, not even bothering to check on anyone else. She stood in front of Jackson, almost weeping. She croaked, holding up the key that he had given her. “Jackson?” The moment he saw it, he shifted back to a human. He hugged her as if his life deepened upon it. The minute they pulled away from each other, Derek and Peter came in for the kill. Lydia gasped, cradling his now lifeless body.

Originally posted by inveens

She reluctantly pulled herself away from him. Stiles took a step forward to comfort her. It made my heart break to watch him throw himself at her. However, he paused. We all looked down at him. He rose up, howling before he let out a growl and turned back to normal. Holy shit.. Lydia lunged forward, clinging to him. I glanced back at Stiles. His eyes were wet from heartbroken tears. I was so mad- how could someone as selfish as Lydia do that to someone like Stiles. He gave her everything. And she continued to treat him like dirt.. I turned over my shoulder. Not even daring to say goodbye. But as soon as I started walking, I felt dizzy and disoriented. And then, everything went black.

Third P.O.V

Isaac watched (Y/n) fall to the ground. Before she hit the concrete though, he caught her, concern washing over his feature. “(Y/n)!?! Scott! I need help! I think she’s lost too much blood!” He ran over to her. As did Allison, Mr. Argent, Derek and Stiles. Isaac lifts her up, cradling her now cold body. “SCOTT-!” He exclaims, petrified. “-SHE’S FREEZING!” Scott glanced at Stiles in fear, (Y/n) meant everything to them. “OKAY- C’MON! Deaton will know what to do!!” They hop in the Stiles’ jeep. Isaac held (Y/n) close to him. He couldn’t help but begin to feel something for her. Little did he know, he was falling for her. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face with his thumb. The interaction was so small yet so intricate. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles drove fast, desperate to help his friend. But deep down, a strange feeling began to bubble inside. It began when he first noticed the intimacy between his dear friend, (Y/n), and the fairly new werewolf, Isaac. The soft touches and lingering looks bothered him to no end. But why would it? Finally, they pulled up to Deaton’s office, shuffling in. An hour pasted before Deaton came out from examining (Y/n). “So, how is she?” Isaac asked, his tone full of genuine concern. He glanced back at her body before eyeing the boys. The rest of them arrive seconds later before the doctor spoke again. “How’s (Y/n)?” Mr. Argent asked, his daughter at his side. Deaton sighed, rubbing his temples. “I was just about to tell the boys before you burst in. Did anything happen to (Y/n) when you fought? Like, did you notice anything out of the ordinary?” 

Scott nodded, glancing between Derek, Isaac and Mr. Argent, who saw the events transpire. “Yeah, she threw Jackson, in Kanima form, across the room and broke the concrete wall in half. She’s human-” Stiles interrupted, wide eyed. “Wait- she THREW Jackson?!?! In KANIMA form?!?!” Derek nodded, jaw tight. “I’ve never seen that kind of power before..” And in that moment, they all looked back at her. Her body was motionless. Stiles looked at his best friend memories of their childhood flouded in his head. “What’s wrong with her..?” His voice croaked. Deaton sighed again. “I was looking through some old supernatural books and there is a story that’s said to revolve around the birth of supernatural creatures. And sometimes, there are true creatures. Creatures that are born with a legacy. Rarely, however, the supernatural can create something- new. It can evolve-” Stiles rudely buds in. 

Originally posted by haleinskis

“So, what’s this go to do with, (Y/n)?!” They looked back at her before glancing back at Deaton. “She’s an evolution. A new creation. Completely natural too. Nothing in her system’s out of the ordinary.-” Scott asks, with pure curiouscity. “So, what is she?” He sighs. “She’s human but I believe she’s two other creatures-” He pauses, Stiles shouts. “WHAT IS SHE?!” He looks up at them. “I’m not totally sure-” Stiles barks back at him again. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT SURE?!” Scott pushes him back. “Stiles-” He looked back at Scott and then back at Deaton, breathing heavily through his nose. “Isaac walked forward.

 “So, what do you think she is?” The doctor shrugs, shaking his head. “I’m not one-hundred percent sure. There are hundreds of creatures she could be..” Derek nodded. “So what are we gonna do about it?” The vet doctor glanced at the young motionless body. “You keep an eye on her. Her real abilities should finally awaken during the blue moon.” Isaac and Stiles spoke in unison. “That’s tomorrow!” Deaton shrugged. “You boys have a lot of work to do.” 

(I hope to turn this into a series. MESSAGE ME or INBOX ME if you want me to continue it. I was thinking succubus and vampire reader??)

You’re An Idiot || Steve Rogers

Relationship: AU!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend, Steve, isn’t easy. Doing favours for him isn’t easy either. But seeing him with another woman is the hardest. 

Warnings: It gets a little angsty, but then there’s fluff, and also like four swear words.

Word Count: 2094 words

A/N: holy shit i loved writing this so mcuh agh steve is a sweet, stupid boy


“[Y/N], please. I’m begging you,” he pleaded in a hushed voice over the phone sounding desperate. 

“You’re ridiculous for trying this,” you told him flatly as you held your phone between your ear and shoulder while focusing your attention to the array of shirts in front of you. 

“Remember the time I pretended to be your boyfriend to get rid of your ex,” he spoke only to be met with silence on your end, “you owe me,” he reminded as you groaned and stopped your foot like a child, “fine, but just this once,” you told him sternly as you bid a silent farewell to the clothing. 

“Yes! Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he repeated over and over before hushing himself leaving you to assume he didn’t want to be heard, “I’ll be there in ten,” you told him and hung up your phone. 

You had been friends with Steve since university and although you two were long graduated by now, you still saw each other almost everyday. To say you had a crush on Steve was an understatement, you were in love with the man. 

So when he called you asking to come over and pretend to be his wife to get the hookup out of his place you had your reservations. For starters, you were going to see the beautiful girl he had shagged up in the first place and you weren’t sure if you could handle that. 

But Steve always came to your rescue whenever you called, without putting up a fight about it. Whether it was to help you out in your love life or your personal life, he was there in minutes. 

As you walked up to his door you quickly took a deep breath, pulled out the key he had given you, and mustered up your best fake smile before unlocking the door and walking in. 

“Stevie, babe, where are you?” You cooed as you walked through the threshold of the door, yelling far louder than you needed to, but you had to make sure he knew you were here, “Steve,” you said once more, rolling your eyes as you made your way towards his closed bedroom door. 

“Steve I brought - who is this?” You yelled trying to sound surprised as you opened the door to reveal a shirtless Steve and an equally shirtless counterpart on the bed, luckily they were inches apart. 

“Baby!” Steve jumped out of the bed to get dressed, “I said, who is this,” you repeated your question again taking the liberty of pointing to the very gorgeous girl in the bed. 

She had long brown hair and piercing brown eyes that made you self conscious of your own appearance even though you were the fully dressed one. 

“Who am I? Who are you?” The girl accused as you gave Steve a disbelieved look, “I’m his wife,” you dropped the bomb as you pointed to your left ring finger, a wedding band looking ring adorned it. It was just a ring you’d wear everyday but you decided to go the extra mile. 

Steve looked absolutely amused at the back and forth between you and the girl so much so that he stopped getting dressed to watch, “oh my God, I’m so sorry,” the girl apologised as she looked at Steve, “I can’t believe you didn’t mention your wife,” she spat as he just shrugged his shoulders. 

“She was pretty,” you commented as Steve shut the door behind the girl relieved she was finally gone, “she would not leave,” he said with a sigh of relief and made his way over to you, “thank you, by the way,” he said with a smile as he pulled you into a hug which you gave into, loving the way he smelled and felt. 

“And the ring,” he pulled away to look you in the eyes, “nice touch, doll,” he chuckled as you removed the ring and returned it to its original finger, “I tried,” you joked as he joined you. 

“Wanna grab some lunch?” He asked as he paced his kitchen finding nothing, “I could eat, yeah,” you said picking up your purse, “your treat though,” you joked pointing a finger at him, “of course, doll,” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek before opening the door for you. 


You still felt butterflied every time Steve called you ‘doll’ or kissed your cheek or lead you by placing his hand on the small of your back. It all made you blush and feel like a school girl all over again. 

Steve had asked if you wanted to grab some dinner and then catch a late movie since it was your Friday tradition. Twice a month, every month. 

You looked at the time seeing how you were going to be a little late getting to Steve’s and decided to let him know. You quickly dialled his number and waited for him to pickup. That’s strange, you thought as it went to voicemail. He always picks up. Nonetheless you decided to leave a message anyways, “hey Stevie, it’s me, I’m running a little late I’ll be at your place in fifteen minutes,” you said and hung up before picking up your pace. 

You were true to your word because fifteen minutes later you were standing outside his front door knocking on the wood. You stood there playing with your hands for a few minutes, but Steve never answered the door, “Steve?” You knocked again. No answer. You assumed he was just in the shower since you’d given him some extra time so you let yourself in with the key. 

What you weren’t ready for was the sight of him on the couch as a the same pretty little brunette sat atop of him, his face on hers. Something in your snapped and you hadn’t realised you dropped your keys until they made a sound on the hardwood floor startling both him and the girl. 

“[Y/N],” he whispered your name, pushing the girl off of his body and standing up to walk over to you, “I-I-I’ll get out of your hair,” you said, your voice quivering and slightly above a whisper. 

You could hear Steve calling your name but you forced your legs to keep carrying you until you finally lost the sound of his voice allowing a few tears to slip free. 


You didn’t know how long you had been crying, but the sun had now come up and you had only been falling in and out of sleep the rest of the night. 

You didn’t even know why that moment exactly made you crack and let everything just spill. Maybe it was because although you had always known that Steve hooks up, you never had to actually witness him doing anything like that. 

You sighed into your pillow and slowly got up to go to the bathroom to take the longest shower of your life. You didn’t even dare looking in the mirror because you had a pretty good idea of what it would look like. Red, puffy eyes, a red nose, and of course, all your makeup running and smudged along your face. You were okay with not knowing. 

The cool water felt nice against your hot body and you tried to scrub the image of Steve and her out of your mind you couldn’t no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to scream at yourself for being so stupid, for storming out, for letting it affect you this much. 

Once you had finished your shower you headed back to your room to check your phone, but you found it dead at the bottom of your purse so you plugged it back in and let it recharge. 

You got dressed in a pair of your favourite sweats and a loose tee shirt and hopped onto your bed again to check your phone. 

Unsurprisingly you had a bunch of missed calls and texts from Steve. You groaned knowing you’d have to face him soon to explain your behaviour so you decided to check your voicemail. 

Hey, it’s uh, me, Steve. I’m just calling to check on you and apologise for uh, well you know. Call me back as soon as you can please, doll. 

You dryly laughed at him calling you doll and shook your head. You didn’t wanna hear any of the other messages so you just left your phone to charge while you distracted yourself with a movie. 


“How could you be so stupid?!” Bucky yelled at Steve who was pacing his apartment in a frenzy, “I know Buck, I know,” Steve groaned as he fell onto the couch with his head in his hands. 

“Weren’t you supposed to, I don’t know, tell her that you love her last night,” Bucky said rhetorically as his best friend sat in agony, “what was she even doing here?” He asked referring to the brunette Bucky hadn’t cared enough to get the name of. 

“I don’t know, she came in saying how we should have a round two and she just kept cornering me until we were on the couch and started kissing me,” he said groaning at the thought again, “I’m such an idiot,” Steve muttered, “yes you are,” Bucky agreed as he took a seat next to his mourning friend. 

“You’re an idiot,” Bucky repeated as Steve shot him a glare, “but this is still a salvageable situation,” he assured as Steve perked up, “she won’t even text me back,” he told Bucky defeated, “that’s why you go over to her place, dumbass,” Bucky encouraged by dragging Steve to his feet, “go,” he urged again, “now,” he finally said before Steve finally got the message and bolted out of his door. 


You ignored the first knock, and the second, and the third. By the sixth knock you were irritated, annoyed, and angry that you had to leave your comfortable bed. 

You knew who was at the door and you knew he wouldn’t leave until you opened the door, “stop knocking already,” you groaned as you opened the door to find a very disheveled Steve. 

He took one step into your apartment as enveloped you in a giant hug holding you tightly, “I’m so sorry,” he whispered in your hair. 

You pushed him away to get a good look at him, “it’s okay, we can just move movie night to another Friday,” you shrugged nonchalantly trying to play off as calm and collected. 

“No,” he softly said before taking another step towards you, “I’m sorry about her. About all the girls. It was selfish of me,” he said looking into your eyes trying to read your expression. 

You shrugged, “you shouldn’t be apologising, it’s your life after all,” you said averting your eyes to the floor. 

The two of you stood in silence for a little while before Steve spoke up again, “I think I’m in love with you,” he mumbled almost too quietly for you to hear, but you did hear him. 

Your head shot up to meet his eyes, there was nothing cynical in his eyes, his statement showing true through his eyes, “I’m falling in love with,” he repeated once more with more confidence, “all those girls were just a lame attempt at distracting me from you,” he chuckled dryly at his own stupidity, “Bucky’s right, I am an idiot,” he said more so to himself than you. 

He was about to turn and leave but you caught wrist just in time making him spin and look at you one more time, “Bucky is right, you are an idiot,” you said, a tinge of humour in your eyes and voice, “but I’m glad you said that,” you confessed as a smile made its way onto Steve’s face, “why’s that?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“This is why,” you whispered as you locked your arms around his neck and pulled him down onto your lips. His hands flew do your waist as he circled them around you to pull you in closer. The kiss was messy and needy and not at all as romantic as you thought your first kiss with Steve would be like, but you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything else. 

“I’m so glad you had the guts to do that first,” he admitted shyly as you pulled away, foreheads resting against each others, “I was growing frustrated,” you joked as he placed a lingering kiss onto your lips. 

“Oh and Steve,” you spoke up, “I know I’m falling in love with you.” The rest of the night was history.  

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 15: O - Oops

The bell over the coffee shop door announced Derek’s arrival with a merry jingle a little after 11 in the evening. Derek shuffled the strap of his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

The shop was almost empty at that hour. Only a few students writing their first papers of the new term and a couple of regular night owls were scattered through the shop. His usual seat in the far corner, where he could sit with his back against the wall and keep watch, was open.

Derek dropped his bag on the small table and shrugged his jacket off to drape over the back of his claimed seat. The young woman at the register was new, which could be potentially problematic. Derek didn’t recognize her, but she smiled cheerfully when he approached.

“What can I get you?” she chirped. Her heartbeat fluttered nervously as her scent sweetened with clear want. Definitely problematic.

Derek paused a moment. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t sure his drink had a name.

“Oh, well, we have different speciality coffees and teas,” the barista said and gestured to the menu board behind her. “If you want something-”

“I got this!” Stiles slid out of the back room, arms flailing to keep his balance. “Yo,” he said, greeting Derek with a lazy salute, and Derek snorted. His roommate was ridiculous. “Super awesome Stilinski special as dark as your soul, coming right up.”

“Right,” Derek said, gravitating down the bar towards Stiles. “No cinnamon this time.”

“Sure thing.” Stiles flipped a large paper cup into the air and fumbled to catch it, which made Derek chuckle.

When Stiles called him earlier that year, it had been a bit of a shock. Derek had been living in a cabin upstate that he and Laura had bought years ago. He had finally achieved vengeance for his family when he ripped out Kate’s throat and burned her body deep in the woods, but Beacon Hills wasn’t home anymore, so he hadn’t gone back. Now he wished he had.

At first, Derek hadn’t been sure the small voice on the other end of the phone had actually been Stiles, and not something trying to lure him back to Beacon Hills because the Stiles on the other end of the line had been quiet, almost hesitant, and unsure. As if Stiles hadn’t believed he deserved Derek’s help. Definitely not at all the hyperactive, chatterbox he had left behind. They both carried heavy scars, but that was fine.

Before Derek knew it, he had a new roommate and was driving across the country to pick Stiles up the day he got his diploma. Stiles hadn’t been home since, and the Sheriff was worried.

The barista asked Derek what the drink was so she could ring it up as Stiles ducked out of sight to retrieve milk out of the fridge below the counter.

“I don’t know,” Derek said again. “Something chocolate?”

Derek always had the same drink whenever he came in, but he didn’t know what it was because Stiles had never told him. It probably didn’t have a name. The first time he picked Stiles up, Stiles had whipped something up and shoved it into his hands.

Stiles’ head popped back up over the espresso bar. The steamer hissed to life, and Stiles laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. It’s on me,” he said and winked at Derek.

Derek hadn’t paid for a drink yet.

The drink Stiles handed off to Derek smelled overly sweet and chocolatey, and was piled so high with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel that the topping threatened to spill over. He wasn’t sure how Stiles knew about his sweet tooth, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Here ya go, big guy,” Stiles said and grinned. “Extra sweet and fluffy. Just like you.”

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Devoid Of Color - Smut

Originally posted by multihxe

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 4,170
AN: This was an anon request for a Soulmate AU where you didn’t see colors until you met your soulmate. I hope I did this justice because Soulmate AU’s are my FAVORITE. Love ya’ll, let me know what you think!

Title taken from Halsey’s Colors. The Veselka and Space Billiards are real places in NYC. You’re welcome.


If there was anything you wanted more in life, it was to meet your soulmate. As strange as it sounds, meeting your soulmate was a top priority in everyone’s life, because you needed to meet them in order to see color. The world was just a drab mixture of blacks and greys before that. Your mother had explained it to you once when you were small, that color would wash over your vision slowly, dull and drab, but still there. It was only when you got to know them more that the colors would become brighter, streaks of red and blue and yellow lighting up the world in full HD.

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You’re Not Alone (1)

Pairing: brief Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader

Words: 2514

Warnings: Angst to smut. One nsfw gif

Kazekagegirl  asked “I absolutely love your writing by the way, you are amazing! I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader, Bucky x reader , Nat x Bucky, where the reader was dating bucky but find out has been cheating on her with Natasha and she confides in Steve and things happen between them smut if you can and angst please and thank you if you could!

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Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

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the world is quiet here

A/N: for Alice. prompt: ‘clarke tells bellamy he makes her happy’

This takes place in the weeks between 4.03 and 4.04.

Clarke overhears that Bellamy has returned from his hunting trip, and she immediately drops everything to go find him.

It could probably wait— it could definitely wait— but she’s been stressed the whole day. Seeing and talking to all the people she hasn’t put on the list has taken its toll. Knowing that she put herself on that list instead of one of them has made her increasingly distressed as the hours went by. Somehow, she just thinks if she catches a glimpse of Bellamy right now, she’ll be calmer. She won’t feel as alone. That’s all she needs— a glimpse. She’ll just drop by to say hello and then be on her way.

That’s all she needs. Really.

Clarke finds him helping Niylah and Raven in one of the storage rooms, where they’re busy preparing meat for storage. Bellamy has unloaded all the game from the day’s trip, and currently has his arms submerged up to the elbows in a bucket of sudsy water.

He glances up when she enters. As always, she feels a little wave of comfort when his dark eyes find hers. 

And all her plans to keep this to a ‘hello’ go out the window.

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Welcome Home

Ivar x Reader

this is not healthy, I need someone like ivar ASAP

Originally posted by dailyalexhogh

You stood at the port, watching the docking ships nervously. He was strong, the strongest man you ever knew. He had to come back, but you were still scared. Valhalla could wait, all you wanted at the moment was to be in Ivar’s arms again. 
“ Mommy! Mommy! Is dad coming back? ” 
“ Why are they taking so long?!” 
Your two sons whined, the toddlers tugging at your skirts and mumbling excitedly. They usually were very respectful and almost never complained, but not seeing their father for so long took quite a toll on them . You threaded your fingers through their hair, patting their heads in hopes to calm them down. The past 10 months had honestly been a nightmare. You had never been separated for so long, and you were almost twitching with the need to join him to battle. You missed everything about him, being able to hold him, play with his hair, your late night conversations and even pissing him off sounded better than not seeing him at all.

You saw him then. He had just been lifted off of the boat, and was now making his way towards you, limping and trying to maintain his balance on the crutches – not accustomed to being back on land after dialing for so long.  You couldn’t help but run towards him. He had dropped his crutches and moved to bear hug you.

“Ivar!” You yelled, pushing him off you with all your strength as your instincts kicked in, immediately curling up around the small body that was hidden in your scarf. You both landed on the floor, grunting a little at the impact.

He was shocked, confused and beyond angry at your rejection. Had you stopped loving him? Had you finally realized that you could find better? “What the hell woman? Are you out of your mind?! What -” His eyes were ablaze and he growled at you, crawling towards you.

“Ivar,” you breathed out, smiling up at him brightly. You took the small baby that hung close to your torso, pulling the scarf so that you could see its face. “This is Eerika.”

His eyes widened and he immediately quieted down, looking at the small creature you held in your arms. He was entranced – it was the definition of beauty. It had his bright blue eyes, with your amazing facial structure.

“H-how, w-when, I ” He stuttered, trying to form a coherent thought. He reached to her tentatively, stroking her soft face gently with the back of his fingers. The little girl grabbed onto his hand, holding it close to her in curiosity.

Ivar’s eyes started watering at the sight. She was so small, so fragile and so beautiful.

Your sons, who had stared in confusion but had now managed to catch up to you two with their tiny steps. “DADDDD!” They yelled out, tumbling over the both of you. They jumped on his back, one of them already having grabbed onto Ivar’s neck and hung across his back. Ivar leant in, making sure that they would not hurt the most beautiful little girl he had ever seen. Your oldest son laughed, “Don’t worry dad, I will do anything to protect my sister! We won’t be the ones hurting her!”

You shook your head, laughing along with him, both you and Ivar’s hearts swelling with pride.

“Welcome home.” You whispered, leaning to kiss him on the lips as a chorus of soft “ewws” was heard.

So I found this on Instagram and decided to write a one shot. credit to the creator of the head canon. They came up the idea, i wrote the story.

1086 words. enjoy



Keith sits up, sweating, horrifying images still playing in his head. It’s the fifth night in a row he’s had nightmares.

He tries to calm himself down but he can’t. Too much is happening in his mind.

Keith barely realizes when he gets out of his bed until he’s standing in front of Lance’s door.

Keith contemplates knocking on the door as his breath gets more and more uneven. He always does this every time he has a nightmare. But Keith is scared Lance will think he’s weak.

Finally, he decides to go back to bed and try to calm himself down on his own.

On the other side of the door, Lance is standing there, waiting for Keith to knock. He always hears Keith get up but Keith never knocks,

Lance doesn’t know is he should just open the door.

Then, Lance hears footsteps walk away. He sighs and goes back to bed. Why can’t I just open the door? He thinks. Keith is clearly not okay.

Keith never fell back to sleep.

He stumbled through the day, occasionally almost falling asleep. Nobody seemed to notice anything.

Sometimes, he could catch Lance staring at him but when they make eye contact, Lance always looks away quickly.

Finally, it’s time to sleep. Training was brutal and since he hadn’t slept a lot the night before, Keith is exhausted. But as much as he doesn’t want to, Keith falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow.

He falls into complete darkness, hitting the ground. Someone cries out and then he hears a growl-Keith wakes up lying on the cold floor. He realizes he’s no longer in the dream but in his dimly lit room. Keith is shaking with panic. Images race through his mind.

Suddenly, there’s a noise from behind him and he shrieks and scrambles to the door, only to realize it’s just the castle.  

The nightmare he had tonight was probably the worst he’s ever had.

Still shaking, Keith walks out of his room into the dark hallway and goes to Lance’s door.

Don’t knock on his door, a little voice tells Keith. He’ll just think you’re weird. Do you really want him to see you like this? Tears form in the corners of his eyes. Should I? Keith wonders.

Lance watched Keith all day. He looked so tired and Lance knew it was all his fault. Lance should’ve let Keith in.

Lance wakes up to a faint shriek. Then footsteps in the hallway. Lance gets up and stands at his door, waiting for Keith to knock. He stands there for a few moments. He hears some quiet scuffling from outside before footsteps leave walking away.

Before he realizes it, Lance opens his door and pokes his head out into the hallway. With the light spilling out from his rom, Lance can see a shaking figure.

“Keith,” Lance calls quietly. Keith turns around and there’s tears streaming down his face. Lance opens his arms and Keith stumbles forward and crashes into Lance’s chest, sobbing. Lance is warm and it’s somewhat comforting for Keith. Lance didn’t really expect this but he still hugs Keith.

Then, Lance hears a door open from down the hall. He pulls Keith into his room and closes the door.

Keith’s sobs was somewhat stopped. “What happened?”

“I think Pidge got up,” Lance answers. “You want to sit down?”

Keith nods so Lance, arms still around Keith, pulls them down to the bed. They scoot back to the wall. Keith rests his head on Lance’s shoulder and they sit in silence for a little while. It’s calming for Keith. He knows someone is there for him, someone he likes.

“What now?” Keith asks, breaking the silence.

“We could go back to sleep,” Lance offers.

“Um…m-maybe not,” Keith says, not wanting another nightmare. But he also doesn’t want to leave Lance.

“Keith, I know you didn’t sleep at all last night,” Lance replies. He lays down, his back against the wall. “Come lay in front of me.”

Keith nervously lays down in the space in front of Lance. He flinches when Lance puts his arm around his waist and pulls him closer.

“I’ll protect you,” Lance whispers. “You’re safe here. Just sleep.”

Keith closes his eyes and falls asleep only minutes later.

Keith goes to Lance’s room about every night now. Sometimes, Keith will just go to Lance’s room even before a nightmare.

Lance is perfectly fine with it. He’s happy Keith is sleeping better. Sure, he has to wake up most nights and calm down a shaking and sobbing Keith but that just means Lance gets to cuddle with Keith.

When Lance opens his eyes, the bed is moving.

He sits up and sees Keith crawling into bed.

“Hi,” Lance whispers.

“Oh, sorry, I woke you up,” Keith replies.

Then, Lance notices Keith is in a different pajama top. “Is that my shirt?”

Keith blushes but Lance doesn’t notice because it’s dark.

“I woke up from a nightmare sweating and I needed a new shirt,” Keith explains. “I hope it’s okay.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Lance says.

Keith smiles a little and lays back down. “Goodnight,” he mumbles.

“Night, mullet,” lance replies as his arm goes back to its normal place around Keith’s waist.

As Keith falls asleep, he thinks he feels Lance kiss the back of his head.

Keith wakes up to find himself the only one in the bright room. The castle doesn’t have clocks or anything but when it’s morning, the lights in all the rooms become brighter.

He leaves the room and goes to the kitchen. Hunk, Pidge, and Lance are all eating space goo.

“Morning,” Hunk smiles. Keith waves.

Pidge looks up at Keith and almost chokes on her breakfast.

“Keith, where did you get those pajamas?” She smirks.

Lance looks over at Keith and realizes that that’s the pajama top with a fancy LM on them. He didn’t see that in the dark last night.

“Well obviously Lance,” Hunk says, not really realizing what Pidge is thinking. Then his face falls. “Wait…”

Keith blushes and Lance is slightly panicking. Keith sleeping in Lance’s room was kind of a secret thing. They were both pretty sure no one knew it was happening.

“Should I even ask?” Pidge asks.

“Probably not,” Lance answers, hoping to change the subject.

“But it’s not what you’re thinking,” Keith says quickly. “Just, um, can we please change the subject?”

Hunk and Pidge laugh.

Keith makes sure not to sit by Lance

I love you (MATURE)

I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it. 

The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed some time to get used to the darkness.

That reminded her of the psychology class from the other day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before you could see anything.

She always found that very stupid, especially when she was walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.

She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known, and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look, because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.

She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.

She was laying like that for solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.

But it was only because she was sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder, around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.

She is so deeply in love with him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.

He isn’t the type of person that would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that. What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell her that he missed them.

But so does she. She haven’t seen him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push her off.

She let out a loud sigh and moved the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the shivers because it wasn’t even cold.

And then she saw him, he was standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.

All she wanted to do was to go out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid, afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into his, now natural state, tensed.

She observed him for few more minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or about him in general.

She opened the fridge and just stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.

Lately she was so distracted, it started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.

“Why are you up so late?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.

Now she could feel the smell of cigarette that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant, she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards their shared room.

Just as she thought she had passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the smell of cigarette ruined it.

“I’m tired Justin, let me go, please.”

Her voice was low, she felt tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.

“Apparently you’re not tired enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a fight, and for that, she was not ready.

“My mouth was dry, so it woke me up, can you please let me go now?”

She whispered into his chest, feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain, the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.

But his question dried her eyes in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.

“Why are you avoiding me? In the evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”

She was indeed avoiding him, but she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.

She was once again speechless, or so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready to attack.

She felt his hand under her chin, pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever, that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to her left leg.

He looked at her, or more properly, he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.

He moved so fast she didn’t even got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for permission, but she knew he wasn’t.

Their lips met, and there was no sweetness in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles, digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance to take her shirt off.

As soon as her nipples were exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple to her mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”

He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.

“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could feel more of him.

“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching his back.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips found a perfect pace.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any faster.

Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.

She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.

“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.

“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.

She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as she was.

“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.

“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.

“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath after an amazing experience.

“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.

He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared room.

The Impossible(Peter Parker x Reader) Part 1 (Pun intended)

Originally posted by shipcestuous

“Okay class. Settle down now.” Your science teacher commanded.

“Today we will be doing a lab involving different chemicals and how they react to each other.“You rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. You had already done this lab a million times and it was Getting boring and repetitive. 

“For this lab you will be needing a partner. Whoever is sitting next to you will be working with you today”.

You thanked god that no one was sitting next to you and you could work alone. Usually you were paired with someone who you did all the work for and they did absolutely nothing.
The norm for you. The upsetting norm. They never let you protest and immediately put in their headphones to block you out.

As every table was getting their racks of test tubes and droppers the door to the classroom flew open and in ran Peter Parker. The tardy guy as you liked to call him. And the weird, staring, blushy guy too.

“Ah , Mr.Parker. Glad you could join us. Go and take a seat” peter nodded and made his way over to an empty seat.

 Your eyes went around the room at every table, scanning the room for any other empty seat other than the one right next to you. There wasn’t any other empty seat. . He was gonna be your lab Partner. 

 Even though peter is weird to you and you don’t really want anything to do with him other than friendship, there was always something in the way of you staying true to those words. He is undeniably sweet. And that makes it hard to not form a slight crush on him. You weren’t ever going to let anyone know that. But he still made you mad sometimes. 

He took a seat next to you and let out a shaky breath. “ Hey Y/N”

“Hey peter”You mumbled, barley looking at him. But when you did look at him , you gazed into his brown orbs. You recognized his stare. While you guys had almost every class together, he spent half the period staring at you before Ned had to tell him “dude stop staring. Shes gonna get scared.” He was wrong. You were already scared.

“Sorry that i’m late again. You would’ve been partnerless and working alone.” There’s his sweetness that I was talking about.

”I’m not going to make you do everything Y/N, don’t worry. I promise.”He smiled. You had to try and fight back a smile of your own. That was the sweetest thing ever. 

He picked up two out of the four test tubes and placed them on your side of the rack. Then he took one dropper full of the purple-ish chemical and put it in the beaker.

“Peter what are you doing? She didn’t give instructions yet.” you barked.

 “ssshhhhhh Y/N , I know what I’m doing.” He argued. Then he mixed in something under the table and a whole bunch of white substance splashed all over you and peter. 

You let out a shriek of disgust as the mystery concoction dripped down your face to the floor. You got up to go over to the cleaning station and slipped on the substance on the floor, landing on your back forcefully. 

“Y/N!!!!!!” Peter gasped as he got up to try and help you up but failed miserably. He was now on top of you on the floor. Your head was spinning not only because you hit it when you fell but the classes loud laughter. Then you heard a click.

 You shoved peter off of you and got up off the floor to come face to face with Ned and his phone out. You gave them both a look of disgust while grabbing your bag and bolting out of the room. Sweetness ruined.

“Ms. Y/L/N!!!!!” Your science teacher hissed.  But you ignored her and made your way to the bathroom. Ned couldn’t of made it more obvious that peter likes you with what just happened, and everything peter has been doing.


This day has to be the worst you’ve ever had. You couldn’t wait to go home. Aside from what happened 3rd period, you failed your Spanish test with a 60, you got your lunch knocked out of your hands and you got humiliated in gym by flash. And nobody even cared. Not Ned, Michelle or even peter. That brought you down, more than it should’ve, but it happens. 

You sighed in relief as you finally exited Midtown High. 8 long hours of boredom and humiliation. Today felt longer than any other day. You hated it, but it was over. 

“Y/N!! Wait!!” you heard a female voice call from behind you. You whipped your head around to hear who was calling you. It was Michelle. You turned your head back around and rolled your eyes, you did not want to talk to her right now. 

“Y/N please!!” she pleaded as she turned you around. “What Michelle?” 

“I’m so sorry about what happened in gym today. I freaked out” You turned your head to the side to hide the tears that wanted to cascade down your face. You took in a deep breath. “So you just freaked Out? That’s your excuse? Really? Come back to me when you actually mean it Michelle.” With that you turned back around and headed to the train station. 

The ride home was boring. Peter used to always take the train with you but it stopped a while ago. Today was the day that you were glad he wasn’t taking it with you anymore, mean, but he really embarrassed you. 

-At Home-

  “I’m serious mom, Its like they all had a plan to ruin my day or something. Like they were all in on it.” you sighed. Your mom looked at with her usual soft gaze and put her hands on your face.

“Mija, it was just a bad day. Don’t think about it, okay? I promise you everything is gonna be fine by tomorrow.” You smiled at your mom. She could be right. Maybe you were overthinking things way too much. It was just a bad day.

You closed the door to your room and shrugged your book-bag off of your shoulder a clicked the TV on. “Today at approximatley 7:30 A.M the crime fighting spider Stopped a well planned heist from reaching its turning point.”You perked your ears up at this sudden blast of new information. “the vigilante ridded the men of all of their weapons and freed 4 hostages under their control. This spider guy was amazing. He saved those people and many more by stopping those guys. Who knows what would’ve happened if he didn’t swing in.

Lately the news was always about him, and every new piece of news added to your amazement. Spider guy was amazing.

- A few weeks Later-

“No no no, please no” Peter pleaded. The vulture has figured out who he is and just threatened to kill everyone he loves. When it came to those people, peter was the most vulnerable. They were his soft spots in his heart and couldn’t bear to see them hurt.

Peter was swinging from building to building , trying to get home as fast as he could to Aunt May. If the Vulture was going to target the ones he loved, the first person that he would go to is his aunt. After Uncle Ben’s death Aunt may and peter’s bond was so very unbreakable. Even though she now knows what peter does when he sneaks out, she still loves him. As does he. 

Peter mounted onto the side of his bedroom window and flew it open. Hopping inside peter called out for his aunt many times, tears flowing out of his eyes. “Aunt May!”peter chirped , seeing her small figure leaning against the kitchen counter. She had a suprised look on her face at the sudden burst of peter’s distraught voice and look.

“Has anyone been here”Peter asked engulfing her in a hug.”yeah, the yearbook comitee. They said they needed pictures and I let them look in your room.” She beamed. She wasn’t catching on to what was going on.”Nooooooo aunt may. Why would you let two older guys convince you that they were yearbook comitee?” peter sighed walking back to his bedroom, Aunt may on his tail. “You really have to stop being so nice to everyone. I love it about you , but not everyone is nice”

“They weren’t two older guys Peter. There were at least 4 high school students that came to the door. One of them was even Y/N” Peters eyes went wide at his thrown around room. “Wait Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”peter questioned. “Yes peter, Y/N. You didn’t know she was in the yearbook comitee?”. “No. Shes not in it Aunt may.That was not a real club.” Peter sighed. 

Aunt may had a look of confusion on her face.”Then what were they peter?” She challenged. Peters eyes went to his desk and he arched his brow.”Somethings missing” he said. “What?”

“The picture of me and Y/N” Tears pricked in his eyes.

I hate you │5

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

summary:  The fuckboy can’t help it but get protective when you’re in danger
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
word count: 2.5k
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook
I hate you Masterlist 123 4 5 6 7 (ongoing)

A/N: For some reason, “I hate you 2″ doesn’t show up anywhere as if the post doesn’t exist, even the link doesn’t work on my phone. Do you guys have any idea why? please message me if you do. P.S I have the next part planned out, but it’s gonna take awhile, so please don’t expect it to be posted tomorrow. I’ll post it somewhere this week though. 


You have successfully ignored his presence the whole day. Meeting him, looking him in the eyes would once again remind you how much you actually hated him. He didn’t seem to mind ignored by you either, but then after the class ended he approached you in the hallway.

“Hey” -he greeted you as if nothing had happened yesterday. What else did you expect? an apology? from someone like him?

“Your turn”- you said with as indifferent and uninterested tone as you could. You would never show him that he had any kind of effect on you. You took the diary out of your bag and threw it at him, just like he had done to you the day before. 

“I know you have every right to be mad at me but let me explain”-his words were barely audible, clearly not used to explaining his actions to others and feeling ashamed because of it.

“I’m not angry at you and you don’t owe me any kind of explanation, it’s none of my business, remember?”

“It’s not like that, I.. uh just hear me out”-he reached out his hand to touch your arm but stopped in the middle. To hide what he intended to do he took his hand back and placed it on the back of his neck. 

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Kiwi || Part One.

I don’t know what happened but i wrote something and well here it is. Let me know what you think and if i should write a part two… 


I’m having your baby, and it’s none of your business.”

It’s been a while since you last saw him, almost six months to be exact. six months since he walked out of your New York hotel room not turning back. Six months since you flew home from New York to find all of his stuff had been cleared from your shared London apartment. Six months since you peed on a stick that changed your whole entire life. 

You didn’t try and contact him to tell him, although you were still very good friends with his sister and it would have been easy to reach out you knew in your heart that a baby right now would just hold him back, and with an album release just around the corner you didn’t want to stop everything good that had been happening for him.  


The day Gemma found out she almost told him. She hadn’t seen you in months, but with your growing bump you thought it would be too risky to see her, but she persisted and persisted until you caved. So you put on you baggiest sweater and went to have lunch with her. She could tell you were off from the get go. You didn’t order any wine and you didn’t touch the cheese platter, she had finally figured out why you’d been avoiding her.. she thought that maybe you felt weird because she was his sister, she never could have imagined this.

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It's You (Peter Parker Imagine)

Disclaimer: this is my very first Peter Parker imagine so please be kind 😬

Request: reader is in the decathalons and has a crush on Peter. She doesn’t think he feels the same way so she says yes when someone else asks her to Homecoming. But little does she know, he actually does like her. (Includes jealous Peter!)


I look up at the clock and sigh as the minute hand reads 15 minutes. This is the fourth time that Peter has been late to our decathalons meeting. Nationals are just around the corner and he keeps doing this. My hope of him asking me to Homecoming fades away each time he pulls the same stunt.

A repetitive tapping of a pen brings me back. It stops. “Okay, we’re going to start this meeting without Peter”, Liz says, annoyed. We go over a few things to further prep us then we begin practicing.

As our responses quicken, the remaining member of our team finally shows up. “I’m so sorry I’m late”, he says out of breath.

“Peter”, our teacher calls. He pulls him over to the side, most likely to lecture him. My attention shifts from Liz to Peter. I watch his face instantly fill with guilt.

“If he did want to be a part of this team, he’d show up on time”, Flash mutters. I look away from Peter. “Guys like that will keep on disappointing.”

I try to keep myself from getting worked up by Flash’s words. I would defend Peter but Flash has a point. I let out a sigh. Homecoming with him is most likely out of the question. Heck, it isn’t even a possibility.

“It’s just the Stark internship it’s-”

“Honestly Parker, who are you kidding? Cut the lies”, Flash says angrily.

My eyes go back to Peter and his lips just shut. No words. I wish he could come up with a better excuse, or to be honest about where he is. I look down.

“Hey, Y/N. Homecoming is coming up after nationals and I’ve been thinking..would you like to go with me?” Flash asks. His tone soft now.

It’s not like Peter has a crush on me anyway. I look up and smile. “Yeah, sure.”

“Guys, we have to focus, okay?” Liz reminds me and Flash.

“Yes Liz. I apologize, I’m just really excited about Homecoming!” Flash beams.

“Alright Flash.” Liz shakes her head and continues on with the questions.

We finish and our teacher lets us know that Peter is out. He really does keep on disappointing.

“He already quit band and-” Michelle gets cut off by Peter’s death stare.

The other members make their way out. Flash comes up to me with a huge smile on his face. “Today is the best day of my life! I’m going to Homecoming with you and now I’m taking Peter’s place! Can life get any better than this?” He hugs me and I catch Peter’s expression in this very moment.

He looks heartbroken. Flash makes his way out and Peter’s eyes follow him. His brows furrowed.

“Sorry to hear that you won’t be a part of the decathalons anymore”, I say. His head snaps in my direction, anger no longer present. “It’s a shame, I liked having you on the team.”

He gives me a small smile. “Nice to know at least one person enjoyed having me around. Seems like everyone else hates my guts.” His head hangs low.

“Even Ned?”

He sighs. “Even Ned.”

“I mean, you were given a huge opportunity so it doesn’t hurt to take it on. I get it. You got to do you. I wish you all the best with it.” I grab my bag and head out.

“Y/N, wait!”

“Yeah?”

He takes a few seconds to continue. “Are you actually going to Homecoming with..Flash?” I question the expression he makes as he says Flash’s name.

“I never thought I would, but yeah.”

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s Flash we’re talking about.”

“I’m sure, it’s not like anyone else was going to ask me so…” I instantly regret letting that slip.

Silence comes forth. I look at him and it seems as though he’s choked up.

“Are you okay Peter?”

“Yeah. I just-I got to go”, he says and books it. And just like that, he’s gone.


I try to get Peter off my mind but I’m reminded just before lunch. As I make my way to my locker I see him, still with that expression he had earlier. I unlock my locker to put my books away and grab my lunch but something stops me in my tracks.

I overhear Peter talk – well more like rant to Ned. “I can’t believe Y/N is going to Homecoming with Flash! Of all people! Does he even like her? Ugh, I swear if he hurts her or treats her wrong I will-” I turn my head slightly in their direction and freeze as I see that water has now formed in Peter’s eyes.

“Just take a deep breath. Maybe she’ll change her mind. Or maybe you should’ve asked her when you had the chance, I don’t know.” Ned shrugs.

Peter lets out a long sigh. The tears still on the rims of his sad puppy eyes.

“Look, I know it sucks but just remember I’m here for you”, Ned says as he places a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter closes his eyes, takes a deep breath in then releases it. “Thanks Ned. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I turn my head back and stand at my locker in shock. Eyes wide, jaw dropped. Good thing no one can see my face right now. I take a few seconds to grasp whether or not that actually happened. Peter likes me. Peter. Likes. Me.

Call Boy (Taeyong x Reader x Yuta)

Rating: M

(A/N) Someone please take my computer away from me, this is a perfect example of what happens when I stay up too late. Anyway, how are you guys? This was supposed to be a Daddy type smut, but it got WAY OUT OF HAND. Idk what possessed me while writing this lol But shout out to my homeboy SoMo for being my soundtrack while writing this, Hide & Freak is a blessing.

ps This was the only gif I could find of them together, I’m so shook #STOPYUTA2K16

Part II

Originally posted by yutenor

The bright summer sun blared overhead, not a cloud to obstruct its rays as people walked through the busy street, enjoying their weekend as best they could. It was the type of warm weather that felt good for the first few hours you were outside, but quickly wore off as the sweat began to collect uncomfortably on your lower back. That morning when you leisurely woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, you’d checked the weather app on your phone, eyes bulging out of your head at the nearly triple digit number. 

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Speak and I'll Listen

Cas and Dean have been neighbors since they were six years old, the fact that Cas is deaf meaning little to Dean until an accident makes it all too clear. Valentine’s Day special.


Dean had lived across from Castiel since he was six years old. He still remembered when the Novak’s had moved in, and how excited he’d been when a little black-haired boy with a bee stuffed animal had tottered into the house after his mother. Because they’d been the same age, and as far as Dean’s six-year-old brain had figured, that meant he got to make a new friend. Dean had always been happy to make friends.

He’d begged his mother for days – from the arms of their couches and edges of countertops – to go and meet them. With Sam on her hip, she’d said, “no, not now,” leaving Dean to wander up to his room dejected and staring out his window at the blue house across the lonely road.

Until the weekend had finally arrived, at which point Mary had packed together a welcome basket, spurred John out of the garage, and held Sam’s hand as they headed from one side across to the next. Dean had been jumping with excited nerves, smiling with his new football held in his tiny hands.

Up the stone walkway to the porch and front door of the house, Mary had knocked, the group waiting with varying degrees of anticipation.

A thin, mousy, blonde haired woman had answered, looking them up and down in silent surprise that Dean had failed to notice. He’d been too busy trying to peek past her legs into the house, looking for the little boy he’d thought he’d invite to play out in the yard.

“Um, hello,” the strange woman had greeted. Mary had said some nice words, introduced them, and soon enough they’d been in the house. Gathered in the kitchen, Dean had looked between the adult’s legs with a vigorous kind of searching, hands flexing around the football. Until, finally being noticed by Mary, an explanation had been given.

“Dean saw your son, I think,” she’d said to the strange woman, a questioning smile on her bright face, as if to make sure she’d been assuming correctly. “He’s been bugging me all week to come over and talk to you so they could play.”

“Oh…” Dean had turned hopefully up to them, not perceptive enough to see that the blonde – her name was Amelia – had been fidgeting in unease, her voice hardly above a murmur. “Well…” She’d looked Dean up and down – at his ruffled blonde hair and dirt-smudged face. He’d been teaching Sam how to catch earlier, to little success. “I suppose that… that might be alright.”

Both Mary and John had been perplexed by her hesitance, but said nothing on it as she’d walked from the kitchen. Figuring that perhaps she was simply overprotective, they’d instead focused on stopping Sam from wandering under the bar chairs, getting him rounded up just in time for Amelia to return to the room.

She’d been bent over someone, hands on the small shoulders of the little boy walking ahead of her. He’d been gripping his bee stuffed animal, a look of nervousness painted across his delicate features as he’d looked the newcomers up and down. His black hair had been nicely brushed, no filthy spots on his clothes.

None of this had deterred Dean however, who’d bounded forward with a smile, successfully startling the other boy, whose blue eyes had widened in surprise.

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Eren was nervous. 

No. That was an understatement. 

Eren was terrified. 

Sure, he had thought about this day for over a year, but never did he think that it would happen as much as he had really wanted it to. Today was the day that Eren was going to meet his boyfriend for the first time in real life. 

They had been dating for over a year, meeting through mutual friends in a chatroom and things blossomed from there. Eren had never felt so happy before. Of course, he hadn’t ever dated anyone before Levi, but that didn’t mean anything to him. Levi was perfect. He was the only one that Eren wanted and after a long year of skyping and phone calls, he was finally going to see his boyfriend in real life. 

His stomach churned and his heart skipped a beat just at the thought. He had been giddy the whole plane ride, thinking through every kind of scenario that he could think of. The only thing that terrified him the most was that Levi wouldn’t like him anymore after seeing him in person, that Levi would think he looks too different. Of course, Levi isn’t like that and Eren knew this, but the thought stayed in the back of his mind taunting him. 

It had taken everything for Eren to convince his mother to let him go, eventually blurting out that he loved Levi and that even if she said that he couldn’t go, Eren would find another way to get there. She caved, though worried about him being broken hearted if Levi wasn’t the real deal. 

Eren refused to think that way. 

The moment the plane landed, Eren was a shaking mess. He numbly followed the other passengers to luggage pickup, shooting a text to his mother to let her know that he had arrived safely. His heart jumped when he noticed a text from Levi. 

Levi: I’m here waiting for you. Hanji insisted on balloons so you can’t miss us. There’s like ten of them, all rainbow and shit. I can’t wait to see you

Eren felt as if he was going to cry just at the message. Taking a few deep breaths, he adjusted his backpack on his shoulders and grabbed his suitcase before following the crowd to the terminal. His heart was pounding in his chest and his knees felt like jelly as he walked. 

His eyes caught sight of a large bundle of balloons and he could feel tears already filling his eyes. He walked closer, breath catching in his throat when Eren saw him. 

He was breathtaking. Even better in person than he was in pictures and Eren couldn’t believe it. He felt like he was dreaming. A smile broke out on his face when their eyes met and he walked closer, almost in slow motion like he couldn’t get there fast enough. 

Eren stopped a foot in front of him, staring at him. 

He sniffled, smiling. “Hi.”

Levi looked as if he short circuited for a moment, almost letting go of the balloons before his friend Hanji caught them with a grin on their face. They gave Levi a nudge and he stumbled forward a little. 

Without warning, he yanked Eren into a bone crushing hug, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried into his shoulder. Eren didn’t hold back his tears as he squeeze Levi back, spinning him around in glee as they cried together. Hanji could be heard squealing behind them but all Eren cared about was Levi in that moment. 

“You’re here,” Levi hiccuped as Eren placed him on his feet. “You’re actually here.” His hands came up to hold Eren’s face and wiped his tears away. His smile was just as miraculous as Eren had seen through a screen during their video chats. 

“I love you,” Eren blurted and Levi let out a breathy laugh before pulling him into a kiss. Eren’s arms wound tightly around Levi’s waist to pull him close and everything felt worth it in that moment. 


for the beautiful @corporalmizuki. Happy birthday!!!! <3