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Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

Originally posted by stilinski-martin

Originally posted by out-in-the-open


“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”

“Definitely.”

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You're John Feldmann Niece*Calum Hood Imagine*

Originally posted by outerspaceimagines

Description: You are John Feldmann Niece, and you help out Amy with getting the party all set up. And along the way you finally meet Calum, who your uncle never shuts up about.

Requested: Nope

Rated: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count:2,079

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for not posting in a while. But I should be getting back on here more hopefully, work has been kicking my ass.. Scratch that Life has been kicking my ass. But I hope enjoy!


“You know that probably is not the smartest idea,” John told you as you were trying or at least figuring out how to put the speakers on the side of the house for his Birthday party. “Well no one else would do it, my brother’s said nope, Amy said no way in hell. Which means this bitch right here has to do it! And aren’t you supposed to be inside?” I questioned leaning back from side of the house, observing the speakers that were placed there. Hopefully they stayed and didn’t fall on anyone, small chuckle escaping past my lips at the thought of it falling.

“God why am I like this?” I mumbled to myself shaking my head at my morbid thoughts, climbing down the ladder making sure to watch my step, holding onto the ladder with a death grip. Jumping down from the last step, taking a few steps back to admire my work that I did, three speakers were on the house, two on the side and one in the middle. John stood next to me also admiring it, he rested a hand on my shoulder before saying, “See Amy could not have done that and your brothers probably would have fell.” Nodding my head to show that what he said was true, very true, “Well I’m leaving to go and help them pick out some suits. Have fun!” Rolling my eyes at him as I watched him retreat from helping, though it was HIS birthday party. Doesn’t mean that he can’t help with carrying around some of the heavy stuff.

“Hey Y/N, I need you to go and get some people,” Amy spoke as she walked towards me with cases of beers in her hands, “Amy.. Why me? Dawn could go and get them or even Michael could,” I whined while stomping towards her in a state of annoyance and exhaustion, “Well John is taking them somewhere to get some suits, because you know how he is, and Ashton does not have his licenses yet and Calum won’t be here till later on. Ashton really wants to help out before anyone get’s here.  I can’t go and get him which means that you have to go and get him.”

With a heavy sigh of understanding before nodding my head in agreement, “Well I understand that, just give me his address and I’ll go and get him.” With a nod she went back to carrying the beer to the table outside, “Hey, make sure you get that thing out of the closet!”  I hollered back towards her, walking towards my car with my keys in hand and phone in my back pocket.


Opening the door to the jeep, and jumping right in before starting the car I looked at the address that Amy had sent too me.


“Literally three house down from Richard’s house.” Starting the car, and slowly backing out of the driveway, making sure not to hit any of the cars that were parked by the curbs.  Turning up the radio, jamming out to some Foo Fighters and Rob Zombie, after a 40 minutes of driving. I arrived at the house, pressing in the middle of the steering wheel, the horn making a faint honk sound. Ashton came jogging out of his house, phone and wallet in hand a small wave was sent in my direction, opening the door as he thanked me for picking him up.

“Hey no problem, at least I got away from helping for a while,” I chuckled, throwing the gear shift reverse and started to slowly back out. “So you are John niece? You kind of look like him,” Ashton noticed the same slim bridge but wide nose though her nose was just a smaller version of it. “Yeah,  well you know we are related.” I mouthed off at him, tilting his head to side a bit, “Yeah, you are right. But you guys look a lot of like.”

“Well it might be because his brother is my dad,  and they look almost like twins. Which would mean we have some of the same features,” I said again, turning on my blinker to signal for the left lane. “You both act a lot alike as well,” He pointed out, about how she was definitely a smartass. Laughing at what he said, I did agree with that part, “That is true, John practically raised my brothers and I, since our parents weren’t the greatest so he took us in. So yes, I do act a lot like him.”

The rest of the ride, was silent and that was what I wanted. I never was one for a lot of conversation while driving or any other time. Finally we got back to the house an hour before everyone is suppose to show up, Ashton was out of the car before I turned off the car. Climbing out of the car, stretching my legs just a little bit, doing a couple of lunges just to get the blood flowing. “What in any gods name are you doing?” A small scream left my lips, turning around a little too quick making my vision blur, John and my brothers along with another guy were staring at me.

“I was doing lunges,” I told them, eyeing the rather tall guy with the dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, he was taller than John but not my brothers. His hat though were crushing his curls, “Why?” Michael wondered out loud, my sister stood there with her bright red hair (that was natural) no a bun, no shoes on since she kicked them off to the side of the driveway and her blue jeans with a black shirt that said ‘Fuck You’ with a smiley face.  

“Because after picking up Ashton, which was a long car ride. My legs were sore and tired, which called for some lunges.”

“In the middle of the drive-way? Of all places,” John spoke for the first time, gesturing with his hand around the neighborhood.

“And you have to show that face.. In public?” Y/N shot back, gesturing with her hands wide and spinning around for emphasis.

Silence was heard besides a giggle from the Tall brunette, with a smirk Y/N turned around and walked towards the backyard. Where she could hear the commotion of everyone trying to get everything together.

Opening the gate, she saw that there was a stage set up with even more speakers, little twinkly lights were dangling across the yard, and even wrapped around the pillars of the back porch. Food was out and so was the grill, beverages were all on the table.

“Y/N!” Amy gushed out, jogging over from where she was giving instructions to Ashton for the grill. “Is he here?” She whispered softly, grabbing underneath your armpit softly dragging you over towards the gate again. “He is here, Michael and Dawn along with who I am guessing is Calum are all in the driveway,” You informed her, with a sigh she looked at you with annoyance and stress, “I need you to distract them, take them on a walk or something please. Everyone still isn’t here yet,” She begged almost.. Key word almost, rolling those green eyes of yours, “I guess, but I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

Walking away from her and out of the backyard, just to walk fast first into a broad and toned chest. Averting my eyes up at someone with brown eyes, “Calum. Right?”

“Yeah, Calum. And you must be from what I am guessing from not even five minutes ago, you would be Y/N, John eldest niece,” He spoke low and quick, his accent coming out just a little or more like a lot. He smelled like Old Spice, and it was definitely distracting, “You smell really good,” You blurted out, thinking that at first maybe you did not say it, but from his amused face and the strange looks from my brothers and uncle. I did say it out loud, “Hey! Let’s go on a walk,” Clapping your hands together while rubbing them. “Well, I was wanting to go and freshen up just a bit. Never mind that is not an option.” John and the others were cut short when you grabbed them all by the hand, and dragging them down the driveway.

“Amy put you up too this didn’t she?”

“Yes. She still needs a little more time to get everything together, and waiting for other people too show up as well.”

“Which means taking us away from the house, all of us?” Michael spoke up from the back, “Hey do not give me attitude or lip, I just did what she said. She said take them away, but I gave her twenty minutes,” I informed him and the rest of what was going on, looking down at my phone screen to check the time.

“Okay let’s head on back. We have been out for like forty minutes,” Started walking back towards the house, sending a quick text message towards Amy about our return.

Good, everything is set up and everyone is here. Hurry back quickly!’

The walk back was silent except for the occasional talk between John and my brothers. Those three were more upfront while Calum and I were kind of dragging behind. “Do you know how to play any instruments?” He broke the silence between us, and keep in mind it was one of those awkward/ comfortable silence.

“Ugh.. I kind of play the guitar and the piano. But I am not the greatest at it,” You told him, starting to see the house in sight now. Along with the all the cars parked up and down the street, “Well you probably already know that I play the bass, but am learning how to play the piano as well,” He said stuffing his hands in his pockets and picking up his pace a little faster now, “Right aren’t you the bassist in like.. Four seconds to Jupiter or something along those lines,” You asked him being completely serious since you really didn’t know the name of the band.

“Five Seconds of Summer is the name.”

“Right! Yeah, sorry I never really listen to my uncle when he talks about any of the bands he helps out with. Unless it is about Brendon or Twenty One Pilots.”

“Have you ever met them?”

“My boys? Of course I have! But I met the Madden Brothers before any of them.”

“Seriously? That is sick honestly, I just met them a couple years back, really good guys.”

After that silence was restored between you both, but mostly since we had arrived at the gate. John went in first since it took awhile to convince him to do so, and right when he rounded the corner of the house everyone jumped out from there hidden spots and screamed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, and the lights that Amy or whoever put up came on and light music started to play.

“Did you jump?” Michael and Dawn asked me, a small shrug for a response at their question.

“Happy Birthday John,” Calum clapped his hand on my uncle shoulder squeezing it a little,

“Thanks man.”

I watched as everyone told him happy birthday, while Calum and I walked away towards the back where no one was at. “This maybe a little straight forward, but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime,” He broke the silence yet again, it was quiet for a minute or so before nodding my head slowly as a yes.
“A coffee hang out? I know this really cute place in San Diego it ha-”

“There you are, we have to go and get that thing!” Dawn gushed reaching for your hand, dragging you towards the house and leaving behind Calum who didn’t have any way of getting in contact with you since now. It was the game plan and you were now in charge of making sure that everything was A okay.

“Here is her number, you hurt her and I will end that wonderful career for you Hood.” John slide the paper in his hand before walking away. A large smile spreading across his face once again, leaving Calum alone but happy that he had some way of contacting you. Though now he was kind of intimidated by how quick John can go from ‘scary and ruin your life’ too ‘Nothing happened back there and I never stop smiling.’

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Author’s note: I have spent all day writing and typing this so I hope you all like it. I will start on the Little Flower part two and another Draco one-shot later this week. My weekend has been kind of terrible. My grandma feel yesterday and broke her femur above the knee so my mom went to see her and then the power went out for a while and then my dad and I had to go get my sister from gymnastics and on top of that I had a terrible head ache so I’m surprised this is even done. Love you all.

Requested by @a-court-of-stydia

Parrish x reader

warnings: None

Words: 1253

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“What are we going to do now,” Parrish asked the group of teenagers. All he got were shrugs for a response.

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minutes to midnight | 1

Originally posted by sugutie

pairing: reader x jungkook

themes: angst, science fiction, smut (later on), semi-apocalyptic

warnings: swearing, possible squeamishness

summary: nothing in the world is clear anymore. literally. with no hope and unanswered questions, you have no idea what to hold onto anymore. that is, until jeon jungkook comes into your life. jungkook is the silver lining you needed, however, he too raises more questions than answers.

a/n: have a good things planned for this, thanks for reading and hope you enjoy it !! xx sorry had to repost to editing errors !! oops go me 

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July

“Hurry up [y/n]!”

“I’m trying Namjoon, shut up,” you hiss at your older brother whose tone was rushed but slightly hesitant.

“We have to get going soon,” he says impatiently from across the hallway of your room.

You decide not to take the time to answer him as you continue to shove items into the large backpack you were going to wield. Your hands were shaking and you felt like you were going to uncontrollably vomit everywhere. Namjoon was better at hiding his emotions than you so he seemed calm and collective, however you knew deep down, he was freaking out.

“Where are we meeting them?” you ask, zipping up the bag quickly hoping that you got enough stuff for now.

“Tae said the train station, hopefully the way there is clear,” he says.

“I doubt that,” you mumble, “Nothing is clear anymore,” you add giving your brother a glance who looked in return with the same worry, hesitation, and fear as you.

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BELIEVER: Part 3

IT’S THAT MY LOVEBUGS! 

Here’s the next installment of BELIEVER!

I’ve decided this series is definitely going to get a lot ~darker~, so please be prepared for that.

Please enjoy this chapter, and as always let me know what you think.

<3 Sam.


Characters: Finn Balor/OC

Warnings: Angst, fighting, mentions of rape/forced sexual encounter, occult, smut.

Taglist: @wrestlingbabe, @alexahood21, @caramara3, @camm-wow, @isawthesights, @blondekel77, @panda-girl1999, @wweburnitdown, @nickysmum1909, @thirstiswet, @meremaidqueen

I felt myself tossing and turning as I attempted to sleep. My body had basically forgotten what a decent night sleep was at this point.

I closed my eyes and finally felt the warm wave of relaxation fall over me, when I heard a laugh from behind me. I groaned, throwing the blankets off of me and sitting up.

“Am I interrupting somthin’, Love?”

I looked to my left and saw Balor perched on the side of my bed. An angry grunt escaped my mouth, “What the fuck could you possibly want?”

He chucked again. “Normally, I’d punish someone who spoke to me like that, but comin’ from you,”

Balor took his fingers and traced them up my thigh, “All it does is get me hard.”

I looked at him when I heard those words pass though his lips. Balors’ eyes bore into mine, they were dark but more than that, they were hungry.

“Balor, that’s enough. I need you to back off.”

I tried to roll back over and ignore his presence, but that was never going to happen.

He grabbed my hip, and in one motion, pulled me so I was in front of him. Balor parted my knees with his body and crawled up my torso.

“Oh, Love. I know exactly what you need.”

Balor snaked his hand up my neck and gripped my throat lightly. He turned my head to the side and kissed my neck slowly, sending fireworks from that spot down to my abdomen.

“Stop!” I shouted, despite how incredible his lips felt on my skin, this was wrong.

Wasn’t it?

Balor nipped at the flesh above my breast, “Oh, Princess, look at you, your body is screaming for me,”

He raked his fingers down my body before quickly running them between the folds of my heat.

“See?” He held up two fingers glistening from the wetness he stole from me.

“Please, Balor. You have to s-stop.” My words hitched when he placed small bites and kisses above my panties.

Balor was rough. His grips were strong and designed to hurt, but with an intense pleasure behind them, and all it did was make me want him more. I felt my core start throbbing, my clit was begging for his tongue to dip lower.

Balor paused, sitting up on his knees. His body displayed in front of me, my eyes drifted to his low hanging black sweat pants that were so teasingly showing off the V’s leading to his groin.

“Told ya, Love. Ya want me more than ya think you do,” He gestured to the wet spot in between my legs. He stared at my body while he took his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You’re perfect for us, Princess.” Balor licked his lips slowly. “Absolutely perfect.”

Balor made his way towards the door, pausing before he exited. “Don’t forget, Ella. Next time ya need me, all you gotta do is ask. I’m sure ole Finny boy wont mind.” He finished with a wink before walking out.

Suddenly I shot up in bed, my skin was covered in a cold sweat. My lungs took a moment to catch their breath as I stared at the time on the clock.

3:45 AM

“A dream?” I thought. I let out a sigh as I flopped onto my pillows. Of course Balor was able to insert himself into my dreams.

He is a Demon King, you know.

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Do me a favor and keep the sarcasm to yourself?”

I heard my inner monologue chuckle, as I attempted to drift back to sleep.

The next morning was rough. As I showered to rinse the reminder of the night before off, I noticed the bruises formed on my shoulders, and hips.

“Mother fucker…” I seethed. Balor not only inhabited my mind, but he had hands on my body as well.

Thankfully that was the first I’d seen of Balor in weeks. I’d been lucky enough to have Finn by my side, keeping me safe and keeping Wyatt at bay.

I arrived at the arena alone. Unloading my suitcases from the back of my SUV, when I heard tired screech beside me.

A white jeeps veered in my direction nearly hitting me, luckily I jumped backwards.

Out of the jeep jumped Alexa Bliss. She rolled her eyes in my direction, “Watch where you’re standing, witch. Or…should I say bitch? Ha! I guess either work!”

This girl has had an issue with me since day one. Ever since I turned down her offer to hang with her group of mongrels.

“Are you fucking joking? You could have killed me!” I shouted in her face.

She backed up and looked me up and down, “Well I’ll just have to try harder next time then.”

I scoffed, getting in her face once more. “Listen you little nymph, I don’t know what your issue with me is. Keep this shit up and I swear to all that is fucking holy, you’ll be sorry.”

I felt electricity surging through my hands. I looked down to see sparks flying between my fingers.

Huh, well that’s new…

Alexa glanced down at my hands, before putting hers up in surrender. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, it was just a joke,”

“I came with a message.” She looked around the car, making sure no one was around.

“From who?” I demanded.

“Shh!” She gestured waiting for the crew members walking by to be out of ear shot. Once they had cleared, she stepped close to me again.

“It’s a message from Bray, he told me to tell you to stay away from Finn.”

I scoffed, “That’s not surprising, Alexa…” I grabbed my suitcase and began to wheel it away, “And I didn’t know you’d stoop so low that you’d work for a sociopath.”

“I’m not working for him!” She stomped her foot. I saw her wings flutter from behind her, but quickly disappear. “He cornered me, and told me if I didn’t deliver the message than I would quote, ‘burn in eternal damnation’.”

I read her aura, but it was clear. Which really means nothing, nymphs are magical beings too, therefore cloaking an aura is childs play to them.

“He also said you can’t trust him as much as you think you can.” She crossed her arms, popping one hip out.

I turned away, speaking to her over my shoulder. “Bray is the last person I would listen too.”

Stomping away toward the locker room, the truth of the matter hit me. Maybe I don’t know Finn as well as I’m making myself believe, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to trust Alexa or Bray over him.

I took my back bump from Sasha, and the crowd booed. For the past month that Bray has been M.I.A, my matches have been incredible, and I am in line for the Women’s Title.

Sasha moved to set me up for the Bank Statement, but I moved and reversed it! I put her in my finisher, and slammed her back onto the ropes, bouncing her flat to the mat.

1, 2, 3!

My music rang out through the arena, and the arena exploded with applause. As I made my way up the ramp, I felt a striking chill run up my spine.

Ella, get out of here.

My eyes searched the crowd, but I couldn’t see the reason for me to run. I felt it though, and I saw a red aura floating over the crowd.

I ran backstage as quickly as I could, slamming into what felt like a brick wall, but two hands caught my sides before I fell.

“Ya alright, Ella?” Finn asked in a panic, “I saw you’re eyes, did you see someone?”

I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. “I-I don’t know. The whole arena…red. Everywhere.”

Finn’s eyes flashed black, then quickly back to normal. “Come on. Back to the hotel.”

I stood in the room, waiting for Finn to return. He went to check around the hotel to see if anything was off, or if we had been followed.

You’re powers are growing.

I sighed. “Yeah I’ve noticed.”

But haven’t you wondered why?

Listen, usually I play along, but please. These riddles are driving me nuts. I feel like I’m losing my mind.” A sob escaped my lips.

Why do you cry?

“Because I never asked for this! I would do anything to just be normal! I want a normal life, a normal job, I want Finn to just be Finn!”

I stopped myself after hearing my words.

I told you, my dear. You two are destined. As for normal, that is something you will never be. You were born for a much larger purpose than just ‘normal’.

The door opened suddenly, Finn walking in with a scowl on his face and the Pack following close behind him.

“Found these guys in da lobby, figured they could help.” He said reluctantly.

I smiled at my friends, grateful for their presence had disrupted my thoughts. “Hey good lookin’, miss me?” Dean smiled, his arms open wide.

I ran to him for a hug, earning a…growl? I don’t know, something negative, from Finn.

Roman took my arm in his monstrous hand, “Oof, Aulelei, these from your match tonight?”

“Huh?”

Roman pointed to my arm and neck. I quickly remembered where I got them from, and ripped my arm back. “Um, yes. Yeah, it was really rough tonight.”

I looked to Finn, who was seemingly aware of what Balor had done to me. His face however grew dark, and his eyes darted back and forth. I put my hand on his back and felt what was happening.

Rage.

Balor had clearly just revealed to him exactly how I got these bruises. Giving him a private show in his mind.

Dean must have noticed because he snarled at him. “Did you do this to her?” He snapped.

Finn did not move an inch, he just looked at him. “Listen, I brought you here to help figure out a solution to this.”

Seth held Dean’s arm as he bared his canines. “The solution is  you getting the fuck out of her life!”

Finn lunged for Dean but was held back by Roman. “Guys stop this I’m fine!” I shouted but to no avail.

“I’m trying to keep her safe!”

Dean snorted, “Letting that son of a bitch rape her isn’t my idea of safety!”

If it wasn’t for Seth and Roman holding them apart, they would have destroyed each other. I could tell Dean was dangerously close to a shift, and I felt Balor just itching to get his moment with him.

“Listen you fuckin’ mutt, that wasn’t me and you know it!”

“Your demon, your body. Far as I’m concerned, you’re no better than Wyatt!”

Oh shit.

That was the straw that broke the camels back, Finn jumped at Dean, nailing his jaw with a punch.

“Dean, please stop. Please!”

He looked at me, wide eyed. “I didn’t start this shit, Ella.”

Ella. He never called me Ella.

“No, but you can finish it. As for you…” I spun to face Finn, who at this point was shaking with rage. “Stop this battle for supremacy! You all can help me try–”

As i shouted there was a knock at the door. I moved to get it but was held back by Roman. I looked at him, and he shook his head slowly at me.

Finn walked slowly to the door, ready to kill whoever was on the other side of it. He swung it open, to find nothing but an empty hallway.

“Who is it, Finn?” I called as I walked over too join him.

He bent down, picking up an old brown box. “No one, just this.”

We all surrounded Finn with the box in his hand. He pulled the lid off and I let out a shriek that could break windows.

“What the fuck is that?” Seth asked.

I sat down quickly on the edge of the bed, feeling like I was going to faint. I swallowed hard before I spoke. “A he-heart…is that a heart?”

Finn’s hands were steady. Like this was something he was used too.

“Is it human?” I asked.

Roman sniffed the box. “No, it’s an animal. Wild boar most likely.”

“Who the fuck would send you a pig heart?” Dean asked holding his nose.

Finn set the box on the dresser. “Wyatt.” He walked over to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Ella, Love. I promise you. I’m gonna find him, and I’m gonna kill him.”

Flirtatious

Originally posted by neseev

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,261

A/N: this one had an aspect that was requested by someone who I’ve forgotten - rookie’s mistake. Moral of the story, she asked for the main character to be short!! Whoever it was message me and let me know if this was okay xxx

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Sitting in the crowded room, the air filled with the scent of alcohol and colourful Christmas lights reflecting around the room, I sit across from Shawn. We had decided that it would be a whole lot easier to just pretend as if we weren’t a thing tonight because neither of us had the patience to deal with our drunk friends making drunk remarks about the situation. I glance over at Shawn, wanting to keep a distance as I didn’t trust myself. He’s sitting there listening intently to his friends with the biggest grin on his face, looking unintentionally adorable. Deep down I just wanted to shout from the rooftop that Shawn was finally mine, that I could finally have him all to myself. But I knew it wasn’t the right time. Our friends always used to joke about us getting together and how our height difference would be the laughing stock of every outing. Little did they know that a couple years later it would be a massive turn on for me or that we’d actually end up together. The fact that Shawn is 6”2 while I’m only 5”3 really was not a pivotal aspect of our relationship anyway. I’m broken out of my trance as I hear someone call my name. Great. It was Shawn’s group. I couldn’t go over there and sit next to Shawn without caving or feeling extremely uncomfortable trying to pretend I wasn’t head over heels for him. “Y/N! Come on, come sit over here!” yells one of my most beloved friends who both me and Shawn have known since second grade. I stand from my seat, focused on the ground ahead of me as I walk into the danger zone. As I walk towards the end of the sofa, next to Shawn, I accidentally brush my thigh on his hand, making my leg tingle. I sit next to Shawn, trying not to touch him as I turn to my friend. “Hey what’s up? Why’d you call me over?” I ask, attempting to come across as calm and collected. “Oh, Shawn was just telling me a hilarious story about this girl he got with and she was too short to reach for his hair when they were making OUT!” He finished his sentence, getting louder with each word. My face feels red hot as I try to not make my laugh sound fake. If you haven’t guessed already, that girl was me. As my friend bends over in hysterics, I quickly turn my head to Shawn, shooting him a look that was a mixture of confused, angry and pissed. He just shrugs with a dirty smirk on his face, bringing his hand to rest beside my leg. What the hell is he doing? I think to myself, does he want people to know?

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Imagine:
You and Lydia are the last ones left in Beacon Hills and when your driving Roscoe the Jeep, a rift opens. Your confused as you thought that it would have been Lydia that opens it but the whole time it was you.

Stiles loved you. And you loved him.

You stopped the Jeep and jumped out.
Your eyebrows furrowed together with confusion as you walked towards the white portal.

You could see a figure, and you could hear a voice.
“Stiles?"you cried out.

"Y/n is that you? Oh my Y/n I can see you"Stiles shouted back.

"And I can see you, Stiles come towards me, come home"you smiled.

Fallen (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 1~

Originally posted by darachmoon


           I sat up on the hood of Stiles’ jeep, holding my knees together up to my chest as Scott sat beside me, staring off at the full moon high above the night sky while the music softly played in the background. My lips curved slightly as I heard Stiles continue to work through his paperwork of the plan at my side. Taking in a deep breath, I turned to look at him and tried to ignore the echoes of thunder headed our way.

           “Alright, so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission district, but they’re pretty expensive. A couple in Heighten Asberry, also expensive—”

           “What about Berkley?” Scott asked. “Don’t a lot of students live around there?”

           “Yeah, yeah! We could try Nob Hill, but the jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches,” Stiles muttered.

           “You’re bringing the jeep?” Scott asked.

           “Of course, he is, Roscoe comes with Stiles. It’s a package deal,” I chuckled as I shook my head toward Scott.

           “You know the plan, okay? No one—no one gets left behind. That’s the plan,” Stiles emphasized as he looked to the both of us. “Adelyn’s wanting to go to UCLA,” he glared slightly toward me, “Lydia won’t have a problem getting into Stanford, Kira’s thinking USF, Malia’s, uh, gonna—” He hesitated before continuing, “She’ll figure something out, okay? The plan is perfect.”

           “Or we could wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live,” Scott suggested with a half-smile.

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Christmas Drive

As you laid in bed watching ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ when you hear your phone go off. Digging through your comforter you found it opening to find Shawn had sent you a text message.

Drive? Was all it said but you knew.

You messaged back saying you’d like to go for a drive like you usually did. Shawn replied back that he would be there in five minutes. Staying warm from the cold you laid in the bed.

A while later you heard Shawn’s voice. He was talking to your dad in the living room.

“Merry Christmas Eve.” Shawn said to my dad, my dad returned the greeting and they chatted quickly.

“She in her room?” Shawn asked as his voice came closer.

A few moments later there was a light tap on the door. Shawn’s head peeked through first, his hair hiding under a pom pom toque. “Merry Christmas!” He began to yell as he ran over to the bed, before jumping on. You began to laugh and Shawn grabbed at your legs through the comforter and holding onto you.

“Shawn!” You squealed, as Shawn nuzzled into the white fluffy sheets. Slowly he settled, his toque poked up high and you laughed at how adorable he looked.

He looked up at you and gave a warm smile. “Ready?”

You nodded, giving Shawn a quick kiss before getting out of the bed. You both walked out into the living room and said goodbye to you dad watching a Christmas show.

“See you tomorrow.” Shawn said to my dad, as I opened the front door after putting on my jacket, the cold air rushing into the room.

My dad warmly waved goodbye before we both left closing the door behind us. Shawn and I walked down the drive to his Jeep and I jumped inside. Shawn came around the front end, smiling down at the ground as he tried not slip on the ice.

When he reached the door he smiled brightly to you through the door window before pulling it open. He jumped up inside and brushed the little snow off his black and lime green jacket. Rubbing his hands together he reached to turn the Jeep on pulling his seatbelt as he did. Music came on quietly over the radio. After letting it run for a few seconds Shawn reached down and put it in drive. You watched him shoulder check before pressing the gas and pulling out.

You began adjusting the radio stations like you always did, which always annoyed Shawn.

He grabbed at your hand. “Ah ah ah, nope we’re listening to Christmas music.” Quickly he hooked his phone up to the Bluetooth and began to play a Christmas playlist he clearly made. A Micheal Buble song came over the sound system.

As you pulled out of the neighbourhood Shawn placed his hand out for you to put yours in. His hand was a little chilled against yours, regardless you loved the way his large hand felt around yours. You began driving down the streets of your town.

“Oh my god.” You said pointing at you drove past the turn for a block. “Look at that house.”

Shawn turned his head but missed it. Checking his mirror he turned around quickly and turned into the block. He pulled up slowly to the house. It was covered in lights, overdone.

Shawn pulled forward after you both made a few remarks, taking your hand again, with one hand on the wheel.

“I like that one.” He said signalling to one up on the left-hand side of the street ahead. I waited until we pulled closer to say anything. “Oh, I love those lights.” I pointed to the blue and white lights that dangled around the house.

We continued on around the neighbourhood, checking out all the houses with lights up. Saying which ones we liked and which ones we didn’t. Shawn holding my hand and smiling me to me the whole time. The next hour we spend driving around the small town looking onto people’s lights. It was reaching later and Shawn asked if he should take me home.

I said sure and we began the drive home. As we did ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ began over the sound system. You turned it up and turned your head to Shawn raising your brow. You both began to prepare.

I- I- I -I…… don’t wannttt a lot for Christmas. You both began to sing as you looked at one another. The both of you sang together the music blasting as he took you home. Shawn clearly a much better singer than you. Shawn at one point began to mock you, singing terribly.

“Oh stop.” You yelled through your laughers, swatting at him. “We all can’t be singers.”

Shawn continued to poke fun at you a little more before stopping. You both sang more Christmas songs as he drove through the snowy streets.

Pulling into your driveway he turned down the music. “See you tomorrow?” He said leaning across the console.

You smiled and leant in saying “Yup.” Before kissing him softly, his lips warm and tender.

When he leant back he calmly looked to you. “Love you.”

You smiled and returned three words, before letting yourself out of the Jeep. As you went to close the door Shawn said your name, making you hold onto it.

You looked up waiting for him as he sat in the Jeep with one arm leant on the console other on the steering wheel. His cheeks filled up as he gave a big smile, looking adorable with the pompom sticking on the top of his head.

“Merry Christmas.”

4

A New Age

A/N:I didn’t want this to be too long so I ended it. But the next part I’m so excited for! Also, I’m working on a Theo smut because Theo Fucking Raekon.

It had been a few weeks since Daylin and Stiles shared that night together. One night. That’s all. After that night nothing was the same for the two of them. Or even the pack, for that matter. In the weeks that followed, a lot happened. It changed the pack, it changed everything. This may seem a bit confusing, but let’s explain.

It all started two weeks, someone was taking the bodies of the failed chimera experiments. Stiles was unwillingly working with Theo to watch out for whoever it was. Theo and the Dread Doctors had stopped working together since that night Stiles and Theo rescued Daylin. It was that night they found out officer Jordan Parrish was some sort of harbinger of death. A hellhound of sorts. The next night, Lydia went missing. She was suppose to meet Daylin at her house to study, but never showed up. Worried, Daylin called Scott.

“Hello?” He answered after a few rings.

“Hey, Scott. You haven’t heard for Lydia have you?”

“No, nothing. Why?” He sounded concerned

“Well we were suppose to study, and I’ve been calling but-”

“Wait, I think she just texted me.” There was a pause and a few faint clicking noises. “Yeah. She said she’s found something in the library.” He informed her.

“Okay, pick me up on your way?” She asked him.

“No. Stiles and Theo are going to try and find Parrish. You keep me updated while I go see what she’s found.”

“But Scott I can help!” Daylin begged.

“Listen Daylin, Stiles and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms right now. I need a mediator. With Malia gone and Liam trying to keep Hayden alive, you’re all that’s left.” She huffed in irritation, but he didn’t leave space for her to protest. “Keep me updated.” He hung up the phone. Everyone treated Daylin like a child since she was last captured. She couldn’t stand it. She knew she could help, she wasn’t entirely sure how, but she was sure she could. She pulled out her phone to text Stiles and ask him what he’d found out. Before she hit the green button, her phone went off. The caller id read Stiles Stilinski.

“Stiles, hey, I was just about to call you. Is everything ok-” she was cut off by the sound of Theo’s voice.

“…the Dark Kitsuné. The beta with anger issues.” There was a wicked tone to his voice, and she had to listen hard because he was muffled slightly. Stiles must have his phone in his pocket, she thought.

“I came for Void Stiles. That’s the pack I want.” He yelled. It only took a moment for Daylin to realize what was happening. The words were all too familiar. She flashed back to the night Theo had kidnapped her. When he tried to convince her to join his pack. She continued to listen to him and Stiles talk.

“…You still have more blood on your hand than any of us.” Theo enticed.

“I’m about to get more.” Stiles threatened.

Theo laughed. “I’ll tell you were your dad is. As long as you promise not to help Scott.” Scott? She thought. What’s he got to do with this? He was at the library with-. She put it together, it was a set up. Daylin hadn’t been able to find Lydia all day, then all the sudden she texts Scott. Lydia and Daylin were best friends. She wouldn’t have ignored her or left her out. Theo planned this, he was up to something. The sound of skin hitting skin broke her concentration. She pressed the phone harder into her ear, trying to listen for who’d hit who. She paced the room waiting, Daylin heard a spitting noise and Theo’s oh-so-familiar cynical laugh. Daylin ran her free hand through her hair, this is what he wanted. He was trying to pull the Void out of Stiles. To make him see his way. To get him into his pack.

“There he is.” Theo shouted triumphantly. “That’s Void Stiles.” Daylin began to shake and she could feel her knees getting weak. It was working, Theo was breaking Stiles down. “Felt good, didn’t it?” He continued. Daylin could hear the smile in his voice. Another punch was thrown followed by a groan from Theo. For what seemed like forever, all she could here was Stiles ferocious breathing and Theo spitting out more blood.

“We won’t tell Scott. ‘Cause you can’t loose your best friend, right?” Daylin could feel her breathing begin to labor. She didn’t know what to think, how could she help. If she was right, all her friends were in danger. Possibly even dead. And she was sitting in her room, like a scared child unable to move. This is why, she thought to herself. This why they treat me like a kid, because I act like one.

“We both know you never needed Scott.” Theo jeered. She heard what sounded like a struggle and Daylin couldn’t stand by anymore. She hung up her phone and ran out of her room.

“Mom! I’m going out. I need the car.” She hollered as she descended down the stairs.

“Alright honey, is everything okay?” Her mother shouted back from an unknown direction.

“Yes. Mom. Keys?” She implored, reaching the bottom of the stairs. “In the key bowl next to door.” She saw them before she heard her mom, grabbed them, and walked out the door. Mrs. Lace said something to her before she left, but Daylin didn’t hear. She got in the car and pulled out her phone. She dialed Stiles number and hit the green button. It rang a few times and went to voicemail. Frazzled, she tried again. It only rang twice this time, and he picked up. It was quiet on the other line.

“Stiles?! Stiles!”

“What?” His tone was cold and distant.

“Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I have to go.” He dismissed her.

“Stiles? Where are you?” She repeated.

“I have to, Daylin. It’s my dad.” His tone was softer but unshaken.

“Have to what?” The phone clicked. He hung up.

“Stiles!” She shouted knowing he was gone. She sat in the car, still in the driveway thinking of what to do. She still had no idea where Lydia was, Stiles was off to find his father, and Scott was…She remembered Scott was in danger. She clumsily tired to put the keys into the ignition. She got them in, turned them, and the car roared to life. She’d just put the car in reverse, when head lights blinded her from behind. They came to a halt. ‘Stiles’. She whispered to herself. Daylin put the car back in park, and shut the engine off. In her rear view mirror, she saw a figure stepping out of a large vehicle. A truck or a jeep. Definitely Stiles. She jumped out and ran to the dark figure, the headlights still blinding her.

“Stiles!” She cried and jumped into his arms, nuzzling her nose into his clothes. She breathed in the boys scent, and than froze. She inhaled again trying to recall the smell. It was masculine with hint of sweetness.

“Not quite, gorgeous.” Theo cooed in her ear. Daylin backed away slowly, but Theo kept her at arms length. After hearing the conversation between him and Stiles. It was triple confirmed, Theo was dangerous.

“Were you expecting Stiles?” He questioned. She had the advantage, Theo didn’t know she’d heard them. Maybe she could get more out of him, as far as she knew, he still had a thing for her. For once she wanted to be the hero.

“No” she lied. “He hasn’t talked to me in a few days, so I just assumed.” This was a bad lie, she knew it.

“Oh, the happy couple off honeymoon island?” She didn’t know if he meant to sound like a complete jackass but he sure wasn’t trying not too.

“We were only there because of that stunt you pulled with Malia.” She sassed back. She had to stay as calm as possible, she knew he’d be listening to her heart.

“Awe. Well we had fun, didn’t we? You couldn’t keep you’re hands off me.” They were both aware this was a lie. But Daylin played along.

“Shut up.” She smiled. “I recall you taking off my shirt.”

“I recall you letting me.” She faked a laugh.

“Maybe we’ll see later.” She winked at him, drawing herself closer.

“I don’t think so.” The rejection threw her.

“W-what?” She fumbled.

“You’re a lot of things Princess, but a liar isn’t one of them.” She gulped hard, and she couldn’t help it. Her heart started to race. “There it is.” He cracked a devilish smile. With one hand he grabbed her forearm sternly, enough that she knew she’d have a bruise, and he began walking her to the passenger side door.

“Now Dayly, you’ll be a good girl won’t you?.” He open the door and threw her into the seat.

“And what makes you think I’ll help you?” She snapped as he was about to shut the door.

“Charm. Good looks. You pick.” He slammed door on her.

It was quiet as they headed out of her neighborhood. Her heart was beating hard and Theo had a twisted smile on his face.

“This is funny?” She spat gesturing around. He didn’t answer her.

“I won’t help you.” He scoffed at her.

“Theo!” She yelled hitting her hand against the dashboard as hard as she could. His expression turned serious and glanced over her. Daylin narrowed her eyes at him. He shook his head and smiled, turning his focus back to the road.

“You see gorgeous, you keep saying a lot of I won'ts and you can'ts. But the truth is, I can and you will.”

“You’ve tired these head game before Theo, why would they work now?”

“They were never head games. I’ve only ever told you the truth. You know that. You know you don’t belong with Scott’s pack.” He made a left turn and then a right. Something slid around in the back seat hitting with a loud thud. It was too dark for Daylin to see what and Theo continued. “I can help you Daylin. When have they ever helped you? Really? And whose good was for? There’s not yours.” He made another turn and she could her the tires driving on a different tread. She looked out the windshield and saw a sign hanging by to chains on each side.

Beacon Hills Preserves
Closed after sunset

He stopped the car and put it in park. “You trusted me once. You can again.” He said setting his hand on hers. Daylin moved it instinctively.

“I never trusted you.” She swore.

Theo chuckled. “We know that’s not true, gorgeous. You trusted me when I saved you from the doctors. What about when I drove you to see your brother? Remember what I said to you that day you asked?” Daylin turned over her mind trying to bring back the memory.

“You said you wanted a kiss…” She recalled.

“And…” He coaxed.

“And when I went to give you one, you stopped me and you said I’d ask you for one eventually.”

Theo nodded his smirk apparent even in the dim light. “And you did. You trusted me enough to kiss me” She understood his words but they weren’t making sense. “Give me a chance to show you, gorgeous.” His tone was sweet and alluring. For a brief second, she was mesmerized by him. But she shook it off.

“Screw you, Theo.” She hissed at him.

“Welp, there’s always plan B.” He said surprisingly calm.

“What’s plan B…” A sharp pain in her upper arm distracted her from her words. She snapped her head to look and saw a large mechanism stuck in her arm. Much like the one used by the dread doctors. Daylin’s vision blurred in and out. He’d given her some kind of sedative. She only remembered bits and pieces. Theo kissing her forehead before getting out of the truck. Darkness. His head lines illuminated two figures walking towards the perseveres. Him and a red hair girl. Darkness. The faint binging sound of his truck, indicating doors were open. Darkness.

The sun woke her from unconsciousness. It was peering in through curtains that were poorly drawn. Daylin slowly opened her eyes, adjusting them to the morning. When she could fully open them, she looked around at her surroundings try figure out where she was. She was on a bed that was still made, but someone had covered her up with a knitted quilt. She brought it to her nose and took it in. Theo. It smelled just like him, she remembered the room now. The night she’d sought refuge in it, she was distraught by her fake cheating incident with her then boyfriend. Daylin scooted to the edge of the bed, and got off. The wooden floor creaking underneath her weight. She walked to the door opening it as silently as possible. She peeked her head out in to the corridor to insure the cost was clear. There was no sounds, so she tiptoed downstairs.

“Going somewhere?” A low raspy called to her when she hit the last step. She turned looking back up the steps, to see Stiles. He head was cocked slightly to the right and he had a trace of a smile on his lips.

“Stiles.” She said relieved. “We got to go. This is Theo’s house.”

“Oh, he knows.” Theo’s seductive tone sang behind her. Daylin spun around to face him. Daylin furrowed her brow looking back and froth to the two boys.

“Let’s have a chat.” Theo insisted.

Re-Reading 3B: Derek and Stiles, part 2

In part 1, I mentioned that on re-watching 3B, once I knew Stiles was Derek’s anchor, I found that a lot of Derek’s scenes could be read with an additional layer of meaning. I also finished off by saying that “Riddled” was a turning point in Derek’s arc in 3B, and the episode where it started to get really interesting, because it’s when he figures out Stiles is possessed by the Nogitsune.

Now it’s time to make good and explain what I meant by that.

Before I do, I want to make one additional point – this meta series is a snapshot of my current interpretation of canon, with a focus on Stiles and Derek, and I don’t claim that it’s definitive. It’s based on canon, but includes speculation, as is the nature of meta. In fact, this part includes more speculation than most of my meta, due to the nature of the episode I’m discussing. In my opinion, Stiles’ Trickster Arc is deliberately written to be open to multiple readings, to an even greater degree than is usual for Teen Wolf. Davis tends to write an open text which encourages multiple interpretations in any case, which is one reason we have so many different readings of Scott within fandom. But with the Trickster Arc, he’s really outdone himself. So if you find yourself disagreeing with my take on things, that’s absolutely okay and reasonable.  I’d be interested in reading your alternative take on it.

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"It kills me to see you with her" is the best story I've read in a while. I love it so much!!!!😘😍 Will there be a part 2?

“It kills me to see you with her”Pt.2 -Nate Maloley

I drove away with tears streaming down my face. You saw a familiar jeep following you, Nate. You drove through neighborhoods and abandoned street trying to loose them. Nate didn’t loose you, if anything he got closer. You finally got to your apartment,and ran up the stairs. The jeep parked and out jumped Nate. You grabbed you keys from your purse and tried to find your house key. “Baby, wait let me talk to you”,Nate shouted running up the stairs. You finally opened the door and got inside before they could reach you. You slid down the door and continued to cry “Baby, c’mon open the door. Let me explain”,Nate said beating on the door. “(y/n),open the door please”,Nate said. “Please open the door babygirl”,Nate said. “I can hear you crying, at least let me hold you”,Nate said again. 

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You cried harder and harder. “(y/n) I have my key, i’m coming in”,Nate said. You got up from the and went to you bedroom. You went to the bathroom and wiped your tears. You heard the lock turn and footsteps coming to the back of the apartment. “Baby”,Nate breathed out. “Nate, don’t fucking touch me”,you said backing up. “I just wanna be with you, I love you”,Nate said. “You broke me, you left and didn’t give me a reason Nate!”,you screamed. “You were dating her, while you were with me! You proposed to her and got her pregnant. You didn’t even say goodbye”,you said wiping your tears. “I’ll call of the engagement and be with you again, I love you”,Nate said. “No, no you don’t if you loved me, you wouldn’t have hurt me. I’m not going to be that girl that breaks a relationship. She loves you Nate, just like me. And i’m so fucking stupid because I can’t get over you. I haven’t gone on a date, I haven’t slept with anyone. And you know why, because I’m still in love with you”,you said pushing his chest back. 

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“If you love me, then be with me. I miss you”,Nate said. “I can’t, I can’t, you need to leave. Go to ingrid and love her and don’t let her go. She’ll make a beautiful bride”,you said smiling at him with tearing falling from your eyes. “Baby, I don’t have to marry her”,Nate said caressing your cheek. “Yes, yes you do. You’re going to make her happy. Do it for me Nate, marry her and I’’ll finally move on”,you said kissing his hand. 

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“No, no I can’t let you go. Not again baby”,Nate said kissing you. You kissed back but you pushed him off you. “Stop it Nate, we’re done now get out”,you said holding back more tears. “I will always love you more and more each day remember that. You’ll always be my babygirl”,Nate said kissing the top of your head. “I love you baby, forever and always”,Nate said wiping his cheek and leaving the apartment.

2 months later

You not entirely over Nate, but you’re getting there. You miss him, a lot actually. But you’ve learned it was for the better. You always made sure everyone in your life was happy before yourself. You were on your way to work, but first a coffee would wake you up. You walked into the local coffee shop right by your office. While in line you looked around the store until someone caught your eye. It was Ingrid, with another man. You didn’t think anything of it, although you were nosey to know who it was. You were causally listening to their convo while standing in line. “Look, the whole fake pregnancy thing work. He was going to break the engagement for the stupid little ex of his but anymore. All I have to do is get married, fake a miscarriage, and take all his money in the divorce”,she said to the guy. You got out your phone and recorded all that audio and saved it. She then kissed him and slid the finger back on her finger and walked out. You were shocked and mad at the same time. You then called Johnson and told him everything. You then called Nate and invited him over.

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“Hey Nate, why don’t you come in”,you said softly. “Hey, what’s up?”,He asked. Then Johnson and Sammy showed up and you played him the audio clip. He stood up and walked outside yelling and cursing. You walked down the stairs and stood near him. When he looked at you, you immediately hugged him and didn’t let go. “I wanted to be a dad so bad”,He cried. For as much as he didn’t want to marry her, I think he really wanted to be a father. “Now I know what you went through, all this heart break. I’m sorry baby”,Nate said crying into my sweater. “I-I gotta go and call off the wedding”,he said. “Oh wait I forgot something”,he said turning around. He then abruptly kissed you and you felt fireworks. “I love you and I’m gonna fight for your love”,he said kissing your cheek and getting into his jeep.

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Mute Part 2 -Liam Dunbar Imagine

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Part 1 here

“Great movie right Y/N?” Stiles asked as the credits appeared on the screen. When Y/N didn’t answer his question, he looked down to find her asleep. She was cuddled up next to him, snoring a little, looking very peaceful. Stiles being the good brother he is, carefully made his way off the couch. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under her head and pulled the blanket up to her chin. He then turned off the TV and smiled at his little sister before turning around to leave the livingroom.

“It’s nice having her home” Stiles jumped at his fathers’ voice. 

“Yeah it is” He answered his dad who were watching the two siblings from the doorway. 

“Go get some sleep.” The sheriff said and nodded towards the stairs. Stiles sent his father a smile before saying Goodnight and walking upstairs.

The next day Y/N found herself in their garden, sitting on the old swing that her dad had put up when she and Stiles were kids. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t notice Stiles sitting down next to her on the other swing. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, which caused her to jump a little. 

“I’m sorry” Stiles apologized quickly. Y/N shook her head. 

“It’s okay” she signed. She was quiet for a while. “Just thinking about that night” To be honest, she couldn’t remember much. It was like a part of her memory was missing and she had no idea how to get it back. 

“You want to talk about it?” Her brother asked. She shook her head again. 

“It’s okay. I’ll be here when you’re ready” He told her before getting of the swing, leaving her alone with her toughts.

Y/N spent the weekend mostly by herself, when she wasn’t reading she was either asleep or just looking out the window. She seemed to have a lot on her mind, which did not go unnoticed by her family. The sheriff figured it must be hard being home again, so he let her be. Stiles wasn’t too happy about it, he had hoped that she would become more like herself after being away for so long. But is seemed as if she was going back to the same habits as before. He could not let that happen again. 

“You sure you’re not coming to school?” He asked her while he was making breakfast. “Everyone will be there, Scott and Lydia…It will be like old times” He tried and immediately realized his mistake. 

“I don’t want to go there” she signed. “Not without her” she bit her lip and Stiles knew he had gone to far. Tears were forming in her eyes and she ran upstairs, ignoring his calls. Good job Stiles, he tought to himself and facepalmed. 

“Don’t tell me you said that, you idiot!” Lydia groaned as they were sitting outside, eating lunch with the rest of the pack. 

“I wasn’t thinking and it just slipped out” He admitted which caused Scott to shake his head. 

“You really messed up dude” he said. 

“I know” Stiles groaned. “I’m such a bad brother” He buried his face onto the table and sighed. 

“Hi guys” Liam said as he walked up to their table. “Sorry I’m late. What are you guys talking about?” He took a seat next to Lydia. 

“We were just discussing Stiles and how good of a brother he his” she replied, sarcasm clear in her voice while she rolled her eyes. 

“It was a mistake okay!” Stiles mumbled, his head still resting on the table. 

“Brother?” Liam asked. He hadn’t been with he pack for that long and he had never heard any of them talking about Stiles having a sibling. Not that they had the time to talk that much about other things except for the supernatural. 

“He has a sister, Y/N” Scott told his beta. “She’s been away for a while, but now she’s back in town.” Liam furrowed his eyebrows. 

“How come I’ve never heard about this before?” He questioned. 

“I guess it was never a good time to bring it up” Stiles said just as the bell rang.

“I’m home!” Stiles called as he walked inside. Noone answered. He dropped his bag to the floor and walked into the kitchen, finding a note from his father on the table. “Got called into the station. Coming home late” it said. Stiles left it and walked upstairs to find Y/N. He entered her room only to find it empty. He began to panic and searched the rest of the house but she was gone. 

“Hi Amelia” Y/N signed while she placed the flowers down in front of the gravestone. Red roses had always been her bestfriend’s favorite. “It’s me, Y/N” she sat down on the grass. 

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for doing this to you.” She paused and looked up at the darkening sky. “It’s my fault that you’re not here. If I hadn’t been so stubborn to go to that concert you wouldn’t be gone. You would still be here with me.” She felt hot tears running down her cheeks, and she wiped them away. 

“It’s all my fault” Y/N buried her head in her hands and sobbed. She sobbed until she had no more tears left and laid down, wrapping her arms around her knees. 

“Dad I can’t find her anywhere!” Stiles told his dad over the phone, his voice filled with worry. It was already dark outside and he had been looking all over town for her for the last hour. He was driving towards the graveyard, one of the few places he had’t searched yet. 

“Calm down son. We’re going to find her. I’m sending some men out right now” He said as Stiles stopped the jeep and jumped out, spriniting over the grass. He made his way to around the graves, his eyes looking everywhere for her. He finally saw her, she was lying down in front of Amelia’s grave. 

“Dad I found her! She’s at the graveyard!” Stiles ran up to her and pulled her into his arms, waking her up in the process. Her cheeks were stained with tears and she looked up at him groggily. 

“Stiles?” she signed, not understanding where they were. 

“I was so worried, don’t ever run away like that again” He pleaded and hugged her closely. 

“I just had to talk to her”

Part 3

Decoded (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~FINAL~

Originally posted by renkliboyakalemleri


I packed my bag with each and every weapon I could find, not wanting to take a risk if we were really going up against the berserkers.

“Where in the hell did you even get a hold of these things?!” Stiles asked, his eyes bewildered as he gently picked up a grenade.

“My dad tends to hoard around weapons,” I shrugged. “A part of the fact that he likes to collect them.”

“Do you even know how to wield even half of them?”

“For the most part,” I said looking to him as I smirked and twirled a gun in my fingers and stuffed it into the backpack. “But I’ve got my preferred weapon of choice.” He looked down and shook his head.

“You’ve really got to train me or something,” he muttered softly to himself. I chuckled and placed a hand to his arm.

“Maybe one of these days,” I said, my smile fading. “But we should get going before my dad finds out half of his collection is gone.”

I gently placed the backpack in the back of his jeep before jumping into the front passenger seat and heading off to the sheriff’s station.

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Shawn Mendes: Christmas Eve Drive Blurb

As you laid in bed watching ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ when you hear your phone go off. Digging through your comforter you found it opening to find Shawn had sent you a text message.

Drive? Was all it said but you knew.

You messaged back saying you’d like to go for a drive like you usually did. Shawn replied back that he would be there in five minutes. Staying warm from the cold you laid in the bed.

A while later you heard Shawn’s voice. He was talking to your dad in the living room.

“Merry Christmas Eve.” Shawn said to my dad, my dad returned the greeting and they chatted quickly.

“She in her room?” Shawn asked as his voice came closer.

A few moments later there was a light tap on the door. Shawn’s head peeked through first, his hair hiding under a pom pom toque. “Merry Christmas!” He began to yell as he ran over to the bed, before jumping on. You began to laugh and Shawn grabbed at your legs through the comforter and holding onto you.

“Shawn!” You squealed, as Shawn nuzzled into the white fluffy sheets. Slowly he settled, his toque poked up high and you laughed at how adorable he looked.

He looked up at you and gave a warm smile. “Ready?”

You nodded, giving Shawn a quick kiss before getting out of the bed. You both walked out into the living room and said goodbye to you dad watching a Christmas show.

“See you tomorrow.” Shawn said to my dad, as I opened the front door after putting on my jacket, the cold air rushing into the room.

My dad warmly waved goodbye before we both left closing the door behind us. Shawn and I walked down the drive to his Jeep and I jumped inside. Shawn came around the front end, smiling down at the ground as he tried not slip on the ice.

When he reached the door he smiled brightly to you through the door window before pulling it open. He jumped up inside and brushed the little snow off his black and lime green jacket. Rubbing his hands together he reached to turn the Jeep on pulling his seatbelt as he did. Music came on quietly over the radio. After letting it run for a few seconds Shawn reached down and put it in drive. You watched him shoulder check before pressing the gas and pulling out.

You began adjusting the radio stations like you always did, which always annoyed Shawn.

He grabbed at your hand. “Ah ah ah, nope we’re listening to Christmas music.” Quickly he hooked his phone up to the Bluetooth and began to play a Christmas playlist he clearly made. A Micheal Buble song came over the sound system.

As you pulled out of the neighbourhood Shawn placed his hand out for you to put yours in. His hand was a little chilled against yours, regardless you loved the way his large hand felt around yours. You began driving down the streets of your town.

“Oh my god.” You said pointing at you drove past the turn for a block. “Look at that house.”

Shawn turned his head but missed it. Checking his mirror he turned around quickly and turned into the block. He pulled up slowly to the house. It was covered in lights, overdone.

Shawn pulled forward after you both made a few remarks, taking your hand again, with one hand on the wheel.

“I like that one.” He said signalling to one up on the left-hand side of the street ahead. I waited until we pulled closer to say anything. “Oh, I love those lights.” I pointed to the blue and white lights that dangled around the house.

We continued on around the neighbourhood, checking out all the houses with lights up. Saying which ones we liked and which ones we didn’t. Shawn holding my hand and smiling me to me the whole time. The next hour we spend driving around the small town looking onto people’s lights. It was reaching later and Shawn asked if he should take me home.

I said sure and we began the drive home. As we did ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ began over the sound system. You turned it up and turned your head to Shawn raising your brow. You both began to prepare.

I- I- I -I…… don’t wannttt a lot for Christmas. You both began to sing as you looked at one another. The both of you sang together the music blasting as he took you home. Shawn clearly a much better singer than you. Shawn at one point began to mock you, singing terribly.

“Oh stop.” You yelled through your laughers, swatting at him. “We all can’t be singers.”

Shawn continued to poke fun at you a little more before stopping. You both sang more Christmas songs as he drove through the snowy streets.

Pulling into your driveway he turned down the music. “See you tomorrow?” He said leaning across the console.

You smiled and leant in saying “Yup.” Before kissing him softly, his lips warm and tender.

When he leant back he calmly looked to you. “Love you.”

You smiled and returned three words, before letting yourself out of the Jeep. As you went to close the door Shawn said your name, making you hold onto it.

You looked up waiting for him as he sat in the Jeep with one arm leant on the console other on the steering wheel. His cheeks filled up as he gave a big smile, looking adorable with the pompom sticking on the top of his head.

“Merry Christmas.”

Don’t hurt her

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

Requsted?: yes, part of the Drabble #61 (you can find it here)

Writer: Athena

Pairing: Stiles x Reader & Theo x reader 

Warnings: violence i guess? 

I’m sitting in Theo’s car driving to who knows where, i know what your thinking does this girl want a death wish. No i don’t, but this is the only way to save them, my friends i mean. Theo threatened to kill Stiles, my boyfriend if i didn’t go with him. I know whats he’s doing he’s just using me as bait to get Scott and Stiles to come to him and fight his stupid chimera pack. He makes me so angry but i know if i did anything he would kill me, and i can’t let that happen either. 

We pulled up to an abandon warehouse, and before i knew what was happening Theo was pulling me out of his car rather roughly pretty much dragging me into the building and throwing me down onto the ground i whimper slightly at the impact, pulling myself back up from the ground. 

“Alright (Y/N) don’t try anything or bad things will happen.” I just nodded and let out a quit 

“Okay.” Theo reached into his pocket pulling out his phone and dialing. “Hi Stiles.” he said smirking looking over at me all i hear Stiles say was;

 “Don’t hurt (Y/N)” and then the line go dead. 

I heard a car pull up and seconds later Scott and Stiles bust in, Stiles running over hugging me tight 

“Get her out of here! I hear them coming, ill meet you in the car!” Scott said grabbing Stiles arm. Me and Stiles ran out to his jeep jumping in. “Did that ass hurt you” he said furrowing his eyebrows 

“No he didn’t he just used me to get Scott here” i said grabbing his hand “i’m okay Stiles, i only went with him because he said he would kill you, and i couldn’t let that happen.” 

He smiled slightly “we are to much alike, but i think thats why i love you so much.” he said leaning in and kissing me. “I love you too” 

Void is showing. StilesxOC Smut.

Pairing: Stiles x OC
Rating: NSFW
Warning: Smut, smut, smut. Panic, Los
Words: 2,259.

A/N. Don’t be too harsh… K.


Emma laid in her bed. Staring at the ceiling. It had been 4 days now since Jackson made his stupid fucking joke that sent Stiles spiralling.. “Careful Stilinski… I think your Void is showing”. The pack had gotten rid of Void mere weeks ago, and I t seemed like Stiles had been still taking things hard. First of all he wasn’t spending time with Emma as much, and it seemed like he still wasn’t sleeping.

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