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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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Anthony trujillo imagine

“Hey your messeging wasnt working, but i was wondering if you could write an imagine of Anthony trujillo using 2, 27, 42, 47, 174 where the reader and him are super flirty and everybody in team 10 knows it, but chance is the only one that actually knows Anthony’s feeling for her”
2. “Stop winking”
27. “Oh its on”
42. “Why so flirty all of a sudden?”
47. “I touched the butt….”
174. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
You had just woken up and had already got yourself ready to meet tessa and erika for a run

Making sure you closed and locked yojr front door you grabed yoir things

Making your way to your jeep you made sure you had everything as you placed your bag in your car

The girls had invited you over for a sleepover tonight

Considering you were practically apart of team 10 everyone was excited to have you over

After a 30 minute drive you had made your car fit near the sidewalk to the house

Makong sure you locked your door you made your way to the door

After knocking a few times because the doorbell was broken somone opened it

“Hey!” A voice said as you looked away from your phone to see Anthony

You had a massive crush on Anthony for the longest time and flirting happened a lot between you both

“hey tony!” You said going to walk in

Your walk was stopped when you felt something make contact with your ass

Gasping you turned around to Anthony

“I touched the butt….” he said shocked at himself and then smirked and winked

Looking at him you glared and then turned around to face the others who were smirking or grinning

Shrugging you made your way into the kitchen where erika and tessa were

“Damn its hot in here!” Anthony yelled as he made his way into the kitchen flapping his shirt

“Then take your shirt off” you said without even thinking

Seeing his shcoked expression you decided to have a bit of fun

“What?!” He asked

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” You stated smirking at him

He grinned and took his shirt off and while doing so he flexed

You had never seen him without a top before and he was looking mighty fine

He took a step towards you untill he wrapped his arm’s around your waist

“Like what you see babe?” He asked and then winked

You rolled your eye’s

“Stop winking” you said to him as you made it so you were sitting on the bench and away from him

He sighed and made his way over to you again and spread ypur legs so he was now in between them

“You know you love it y/n” tessa said as the other’s made their way in

“Yeah we all know you with he could fuck you all day long” jake said making you groan and blush

You moved your head so it was now hiding in Anthony’s neck where you wrapped your arms around his neck

He soon wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on top of your head

“Leave her alone guy’s. At least she can get laod when she wants. She’s just gotta ask” Anthony said causing you to blush more and push him away

“Let’s go girl’s.” You said beginning to walk to the door

“We wanna come!” You heard chad say and soon they were all pushing infront of you and out the door

“Who’s going in who’s car?” You asked when you saw them arguing

“Were all set. Anthony is the onky one left so he will have to go in yours” jake said as he backed out in his jeep as the other’s followed

You sighed and ipened your jeep door

“Come on then hot shot” you said smiling at Anthony as you got in

“Coming!” He said like a little girl as he got in the car

You shook ypur head and backed out and made your way following the other’s

——-skip ride——–
You had just parked when a voice caught your attention as you got out

“Yeah he likes her. Maybe even loves her” you heard chance say

“So why hasnt he asked her out yet? Tessas voice says

"He’s not sure how to express it to her” jake says joing in

You were soon cut off by Anthony as he placed a hand on your lower back

“You alright?” He asked

You nodded and moved away from him

“Last one to the group has to buy the other lunch!” You yelled already running

“Oh its on!” You heard Anthony yell as You heard him racing after you

You were nearly there when you felt arms wrap around you and lift you up spinning you around

He placed you down facing the other way and raced to the other’s beating you

“That’s not fair! You cheated!” You yelled as you made you way to him

He grinned at you and winked causing you to frown

His smile soon vanished seeing you upset as his arms found their way around your waist again

“I suppose i could buy lunch then” he said as he smiled at you causing you to blush

Nodding you then ran up to erika and tessa and began making your way infront of the boy’s walking up the hill

About 12 minutes into the walk your conversation with the girl’s stipped when you heard the boy’s whisper

“Why not just ask her out?!” Jake whispered

“Because!” Anthony said quietly

“Because what bro?!” Chad asked in a whisper

“Im not sure if she likes me like i fucking like her okay!” Anthony said a bit too loud

You sighed and continue talking with the girl’s

“You like him right?” Erika asked

You sighed a nodded

“I knew it!” Tessa says

“Why are you so sad then?” Erika asks

“Because i want him to ask me out you know….” you said softly

You could see the girl’s exchange knowing looks and sighed

“Nice ass babe!” Anthony yelled to you as you started jogging

“Thanks!” You yelled back

You had finnaly made it to the top of the hill and smiled when you saw the view

Sitting down you swung your legs over the side and smiled

“You know apherodite ain’t got nothing on your beauty!” You heard Anthony say as he sat down next to you

Looking yo him you saw his top was off

“Why so flirty all of a sudden?” You asked softly laughing

“What? Me flirting? Haha” he said blushing

“Were gonna take some photos and i wanted to know if you wanted to get one with me?” He asked scratching the back of his neck

“Of course babe!” You said smiling

“Great!” He said as he got up and then helped you up but he didn’t let your hand go

Infact he interwined your fingers together and squeezed

He sighed when you squeezed his hand back

“Let’s do this” kade said as he held his camera

“Y/n why don’t you go on Anthony’s shoulders” kade said as he smiled at you both

You looked at Anthony for confirmation to wich he nodded and bent down allowing you to go on his shoulders

You grabbed his hair feeling him raise up

“Ouch” he said causing you to blush

“Im so sorry!” You said as you felt him laugh

“It’s alright babe. Hold my hand’s and smile. I wont let anything happen to you” he said

You smiled and grabbed his hands and smiled at the camera

After a few more photos with the other’s you made you way back to the cars

“You alright babe?” Anthony asked you

“Yeah just a bit tired” you said softly smiling at him

“I know you dont let people drive ypur car but maybey i should drive back yeah?” He asked

You nodded and handed him the keys to which he smiled at you

You had just made it back to the team 10 house and you were now in the kitchen while the other’s were upstairs getting a movie ready

“Hey..” you heard Anthony’s voice as you grabbed snacks and drinks

“Hey!” You said as you turned to the next cubourd

“Can i talk to you?…” he asked sounding nervous

You dripped wjat you were doing and grabbed a stool and sit down so you were faceing him on the other stool

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly

“Nothings wrong it’s just. I dont know how to say this but i like you….” he said softly

“You don’t have to say anything…i knew you wouldn’t have liked me anyway…” he said as he got up and began making his way back up stairs

You grabbed his hand and pulled him back so he was looking at you

“I like you too you dork” you said softly and smiled at him

“You do?! Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked

You smiled and nodded causing him to smile and hug you

“Can i kiss you?” He asked placing his hand on your cheek

“Yes” you said and soon his lips were attached to yours in a soft and passionate kiss

As you pulled away you heard the other’s cheering and looked at Anthony who just smiled and kissed you again.

I’ll Still Want You/Stiles Stilinski Fluff

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

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Request:  Could you do where the reader is uber drunk and Stiles has to pick her up at a bar and take care of her? And the reader being really risqué to him?

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The Mirage Heist  // Thief!Shawn AU // Part 3

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Summary: Shawn is a criminal mastermind and you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time….or was it the right place at the right time?

You walk into the Speedee Mart to start your overnight shift you were covering for Jerry since it was his daughter’s birthday. Tara, the day shift worker,  bids you a good night and leaves you alone in the store. It’s quiet as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. It’s not until you start dozing off at the register that you hear the little beep boop of the door being opened. Your head snaps up and you can see Sunglasses walking along the candy isle, hands in his pockets. A shiver runs down your spine and you can’t believe he’s here.

Immediately you glance at the display of gourmet lollipops on the counter and note it has significantly less sticking out of it. You take a deep breath, coming to the realization just now that Sunglasses was the sketchy guy who bought all the dum dum pops a while back with his friend. It was getting weird now. You met him before the robbery. During the robbery. After the robbery at the diner. Coincidence or stalking?

“C-can I help you?” you call out from the counter and he looks over.

A slow grin spreads across his face as he snatches a bag of dum dum pops off the rack and saunters up to the counter. He pushes his hood back and his sunglasses up on top of his head. Who wore sunglasses at eleven at night? “I knew you looked familiar,” he says with a smirk. “Fancy seeing you again.”

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Lucky Number 24 - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5008

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Lacrosse Week Special for my favorite bby, Stiles. I can’t believe I just wrote this. I never intended for it to actually turn into that but I got to the point I wanted to, and kinda couldn’t stop from there.

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Bad Habit 5- Guardian Devil [Billy Russo x Reader]

A.N: I hope you all know how happy you made me with your amazing support, people!

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Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Karen Page, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Claire Temple

Summary: Some gifts are better than others.

Click here for: Bad Habit 1, Bad Habit 2, Bad Habit 3  Bad Habit 4

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Warning: Explicit language, cussing.

Word Count: 3569

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Gif isn’t mine!

Originally posted by russo-castle

You whistled a tone as you pulled your hoodie over your head carefully, and opened the door to take a step outside, but stopped dead on your tracks when the men in front of your door turned to you, back straight in a complete soldier posture.


You gawked at them, trying to convince yourself that this was actually happening.

“At ease,” You joked, but neither of them smiled so you ended up looking sort of like an amateur soldier cosplayer and cleared your throat.

“Do you guys want breakfast?” You asked them “I’m gonna get myself a bagel and coffee, you want some?”

“No thank you Ma’am.”

“You guys know you don’t have to-“ You waved a hand between them, “I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N, and you?”



“Nice to meet you. So now that we know each other’s names, you can stop calling me Ma’am.”

Isaac smiled a little but Simon remained stone faced, so you heaved a sigh and grabbed your keys from the small bowl, and closed the door behind you, but as soon as you took a step towards the stairs, so did they, so you turned around on your heels.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“Coming with you, ma’am.”

“Bagel shop is literally down the street and it’s 9 in the morning. I think I’ll be safe.”

“Mr Russo said we are not to leave you alone.” Isaac explained and you frowned.

“Wait, whole day?”


“I have stuff to do today.” You said dumbly, “Don’t you- don’t you guys have stuff to do? Shouldn’t you go to work?”

“We’re already at work, ma’am.” Simon said patiently and you shut your eyes for a second.

“Jesus Christ, what is my life turning into?” You muttered to yourself and opened your eyes, “Alright then. I guess we’re going to bagel shop.”

It was indeed weird because you had no idea how to act when two bodyguards were following your every move, but they didn’t seem to find it strange at all, which sort of made sense, since it was their job. Still, you wondered what Billy had told them, seeing that these men was used to protecting really important people, so you turned to Isaac while waiting for your bagel.

“So your boss.” You told him, catching him off guard. “What did he tell you?”

“That we’re not to leave you alone, ma’am.”

“Yeah, what else?”

He shrugged slightly, as if he didn’t understand what you were talking about so you changed your approach.

“Is he a good boss or is he an asshole?” You asked, “My boss is sort of an asshole to be honest. His mom owns the café, so he thinks he gets to be horrible.”

Isaac looked like he wanted to say something sympathetic but changed his mind when he saw the way Simon was looking at him, so you rolled your eyes.

“Blink twice if they’re keeping you here by force.”

“I’m happy with my job ma’am. Mr Russo is the best employer I’ve had so far.”

“Really? Dude, everyone hates their boss.”

“Not us.”

You shrugged slightly, then took your order from the cashier with a thank you, grabbed your receipt and walked out of the shop with them following you. Simon’s phone rang and he took it to his ear.

“Mr Russo?”

You shot Isaac a smile, “Does he do this a lot?”

“Do what a lot?”

“Does he send you to protect-“ You paused as the fact that you didn’t know what you were to Billy dawned on you for the first time, so you cleared your throat, “To protect the people he knows?”

“It’s the first time ma’am.”

“Would you tell me if it wasn’t?”

Isaac shook his head, making you scoff, but before you could say anything Simon approached you.

“Ma’am. Mr Russo.”

You took the phone from him and smiled slightly as you took it to your ear,

“You have some loyal guys, you know that?”

“Yeah? How so?”

“I’ve been trying to find out how horrible of a boss you are, but they’re just praising you. What sort of brainwashing technique do you use?”

“Or maybe I’m just a good boss.”

“Nah, all bosses are assholes as a principle.”

You heard his chuckle, “Stop trying to turn my men against me, Y/N.” he chastised lightly “How do you feel?”

“Better, now that I’m getting myself breakfast. How about you? Did you take care of the thing you were supposed to take care of?”

“Yeah.” He said, “Hey, you’re not working today, right?”

You thought about it for a second, “Well no. I’m supposed to drop by the hospital to get the stab wound checked, but I’m not gonna do that-“

“Why not?”

“Hospital? In this economy? I’ll just wait for my death, thank you.” You shrugged, “Also Karen needs to see me, she says she’s worried and she bought me a get well soon balloon early today, so I gotta go see it before it deflates.”

There was a silence from the other line before you heard him clearing his throat, as if trying not to laugh,

“Wow, you’ve got your priorities straight.”

“Damn right, when was the last time someone bought you a balloon?” You told him, “Why did you ask?”

“I was wondering if you could drop by today.”

“To Anvil?”

“Yeah. I have a surprise for you.”

That made you stop dead on your tracks, “A surprise?”


“What-What is it?”

“You’ll see it when you come here. I don’t know if it’ll be able to beat a balloon though, so…”

You found yourself smiling wide and of course, your lip started bleeding. You wiped it with the back of your hand, heaving a sigh.


“Just tell Isaac and Simon to bring you here, they will.”

“Which metro stop should I-“

“They have a car, Y/N.”

You made a face, “Of course,” you muttered, still pressing on your lip to stop the bleeding “Billy?”


“Can you tell them to stop calling me ma’am?” You whispered into the phone, “It’s so weird, I feel like my mom.”

Billy scoffed, “Sure.”

“You’re not gonna do it, are you?”

“Nope. Consider it payback for the coat and suit comments.”

You rolled your eyes and handed the phone to Simon, then got into the apartment and climbed the stairs. You unlocked your door, chewing on your bagel and put the coffee to the kitchen counter, then walked to your room and grabbed two shirts from your drawer, looking between them before opening the front door again.

“Isaac!” You whispered while Simon kept talking on the phone, “What color does your boss like?”

He frowned slightly and you held up the shirts.

“Does he like green or blue?”

“I- I don’t know ma’am.”

“Okay, which one is better?”

He looked completely clueless, “I-um…” he pointed at the shirt clumsily, “Green?”

You shrugged and closed the door again, then quickly got dressed and walked to the bathroom. You tried to fix your hair in a way that would hide the stitches on your forehead but soon you realized it was futile, so you just brushed your hair, put on some make up avoiding your stitches and split lip, and took a look at yourself in the mirror.

You at least looked presentable.

Presentable with finger shaped bruises on your neck.

You sprayed some perfume and fixed your hair again but this time it fell over your shoulders, partly hiding your neck.

Oh well. If you couldn’t look good, at least you’d smell good.

You quickly prepared coffee and spilled it into two thermoses, put them into your, got into your worn out boots with great difficulty thanks to the bandage on your stomach and the wound that hurt with your every move, but in the end you were victorious, so you got out of the house and closed the door behind you.

“So um- is it okay if you take me to Anvil?” You asked while locking your door and Simon nodded,

“Of course ma’am.” He said, “After you.”

You went downstairs with a sigh, shaking your head slightly and when they guided you to the car, you paused.

“Did I just wake up in Narnia: Sopranos edition?” You asked Isaac as you gawked at the black, bulletproof jeep. Simon opened the door for you and you climbed into the car to slip a little on leather seats, but then managed to find your balance when they started the car. You looked out of the window, half expecting to wake up anytime soon in your shitty apartment for the whole road, but it didn’t happen, so when they pulled over in front of a big building you had already given up on pinching yourself. Soon enough, Isaac opened your door.

“We’re here ma’am.” He helped you out, and you let out a whistle as you looked up at the building. The security seemed as tight as you could ever see anywhere, but they didn’t stop you, instead, after taking one look at Isaac and Simon, they let you inside without giving you so much as a glance.

You followed Simon and Isaac to the huge elevator, and they pressed the button after scanning their ID cards, making the elevator move. The soothing music reached your ears, but it did nothing to ease your heart that was slamming against your ribcage. This whole thing had started to seem more and more like a Fifty Shades trailer, and you were pretty sure you weren’t dressed up for the part.

Now to think of it, you really needed to shop for underwear.

You fanned yourself with your hand as the elevator opened with a small ding, and you stepped out of it to walk into a hall.

“Tracy.” Simon nodded at the beautiful secretary and she smiled at you,

“Mr Russo is waiting for you.”

I really should’ve watched more than just the trailer.

“That was not a part of the deal.” Billy’s voice was like a whip as Tracy opened the door. “I don’t care, if you-“ his head snapped up as he saw you walk inside and you shifted your weight, leaning your back against the closed door,  “No, Morty, you-“ He let out a furious breath as the guy on the other line cut him off again, “We’re going to talk about this later. Calm the fuck down.” He hung up and stood up, smiling at you slightly,

“Bad timing?” You asked, “I could come later?”

He waved a hand dismissively, “Just…work. And assholes.”

“Everything okay?” You asked even if you knew there was no way he would ever tell you what the problem was. Not only was it probably top secret –he had explained as much as he could on your date about his business with the military and government- there was also the fact that army wasn’t something you were an expert about.

He nodded and walked to you as you pushed yourself off the wooden door, holding the straps of your bag tightly before he pressed a small kiss to your lips gently, careful with the small wound and you felt your stomach doing a flip.

“Hi.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled softly.

“Hey.” You whispered back, looking up at his dark eyes before looking around the room, then walking past him.

“Nice place.” You commented, digging into your bag, then pulling out one of the thermoses, then tossed it to him, and he caught it in mid-air without any difficulties.

“Have a good fucking day, Mr.Tease.”

“Jesus, you’re an angel.” He opened the cap and took a sip, closing his eyes and savoring the taste, which made a completely irrelevant image of him closing his eyes in pleasure flash through your mind and you shook your head slightly, trying to focus. You sipped from your thermos, leaning back against his desk.

“No zen sand garden?”

“How cliché do you think I am?”

“You don’t wanna know the answer to that.” You grinned, “Is it safe to lean against the desk or would I get STDs?”

“Oh, that cliché.” He nodded slightly, “Nah you’re safe, they clean it every day.”

You made a face and sipped your coffee, “Touche.”

“How’s the pain?”

“It’s…there.” You shrugged, “I guess expectable. Painkillers help, though- Not important, now about that surprise…”

His lips pulled into a small smile, “Impatient, aren’t we?”

“Once I trashed my parents’ house trying to find Christmas gifts. They thought a storm hit the house.”

“My friend had the same story, only it was his kitten and there were treats.”

You tried not to smile, “I have two comebacks, pick a number.”


“Oh wow, you have friends?”  

He sipped his coffee calmly, “You’re lucky you brought me coffee.” He stated, “What was two?”

“I didn’t know you were into that.” You said innocently, ignoring the flash of mischievous light crossing his eyes “Surprise, Russo!”

He licked his lips, watching you bounce on the balls of your feet excitedly, then nodded at the desk and you turned your head to see the black wooden box lying on the desk.

“This one?”

“Mm hm.”

You turned around, pulled the heavy box closer to yourself, and opened it, then froze as you stared at it for a couple of seconds.

So this is how people feel when their pets bring dead animals to their doorsteps as a sign of affection.

“This- um…” You cleared your throat, “This is a gun.”


“Oh.” You reached out to pull it out of the box, the heavy object feeling was foreign to your hand, “I-I don’t know how to use a gun.”

“I know. I figured I could teach you.”

“Teach me?” You repeated, “I’m- I’m not really a gun person.”

“You gotta be, if people walk around attacking you.”

That made you pause and you licked your lips, then turned to him, “I can’t accept it if it’s expensive, and something tells me it’s really expensive.”

He rolled his eyes at that, then motioned at you to come over,

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“First lesson.” He said as he walked out of the office and you gawked at him, then grabbed the bullets and the magazine and rushed after him to catch up with his long steps.


“Yeah, why not?”

“Aren’t- aren’t you busy? Don’t you have actual soldiers to train or whatever it is you do around here?”

“I like my soldiers pretty.” He shot you a charming smile that made you go weak at your knees and you followed him downstairs.

“I’m actually a pretty peaceful person-”

“I’ve never seen you in a state of peace.” He answered as he opened a door to lead you into a shooting range. It looked exactly like you had seen in the movies, everything from the paper targets to earmuffs. You looked at the shadow silhouettes on the paper as Billy took off his jacket, then rolled up his sleeves, making a spark of electricity run through your spine. He seemed oblivious to the sudden attack of your hormones, then turned to you,


Oh you were ready alright.

Billy handed you a pair of over-head earmuffs “It’s gonna be loud.”

“So I just point and shoot?”

“Something like that,” he smirked at you as he loaded the magazine into the gun, then motioned at you to put the earmuffs on. You did as he said, and he pointed the gun at one of the paper targets, then fired the gun, and that was when you understood what he had meant by loud. You noticed that he had hit the figure right on the forehead and you tentatively took the gun from him, as he fixed your posture.

“You need to focus on the target,” he said, moving your earmuff just a little so that you could hear him, then went behind you to help you hold the gun straight. Feeling his body against yours, his arms around yours made focusing way harder and you felt your breathing getting caught in your throat. You swallowed loudly and he fixed your earmuffs, then pulled the trigger with you.

The gun kicked a little, catching you off guard but his grip around your hands –and the gun- was more than strong enough to keep it under control, and the bullet went through the figure’s chest. Your jaw dropped and you let out a surprised breath as Billy pulled his hand back, letting you take aim.

Which you thought you did, until you felt his hands running down your back. You giggled, moving ever so slightly and tilted your head a little to see the target better, but then felt his warm hands sneaking under your shirt to your stomach while he buried his nose into your neck, taking a deep breath.

Well, the perfume did work after all.

“Behave,” You said with a smile on your face, “I’m holding a gun.”

“It’s really important to not get distracted,” he muttered to your ear, then pressed a kiss to the soft skin of your neck, just above the bruises. You closed your eyes in the bliss as the sparks flew through your veins like a wire, making you lose yourself, feeling the soft scratch of his scruff against your neck.

And just like that, you were on fire.

You could hardly feel him pulling the gun out of your hand gently, and placing it on the counter before turning you to him, and you stood on your tiptoes as he pressed your body against his, pulling you into a kiss. His fingers ran through your hair, pulling at the roots a little and a small moan escaped from your lips as you rested your hand on his rock hard chest, feeling his heartbeat under your hand, but then you both snapped out of it as you felt the vibration in your pocket. You pulled back slightly, breathing hard.

“Fuck- sorry…” You mumbled as he licked his lips, his dark eyes roaming your face and you tried to fix your breathing before answering the phone with shaky hands.


“Hey, where are you? I’m waiting for you.” Karen’s voice reached you and you shut your eyes, now realizing the time.


“You forgot.”

“No no, I just-“ You cleared your throat, “I had…um, I had this thing. I’m- I can explain, so sorry.”

“No problem, you okay? You sound out of breath.”

You cleared your throat again, “Mm hm. Yeah- peachy. I’m- I’m on my way, see you.” You hung up, still trying to catch your breath and Billy tried to pull himself together.


You nodded, “I- you made me forget.” Your accusation left your lips in a soft tone, making him smile.

“I’m selfish,” he shrugged and you put your phone back into your pocket.

“I gotta go.”

He still looked a little out of it, but nodded and distracted himself by getting busy with the gun for a second, then handed it to you.

“There. Safety on.”

“Thanks.” You  put the gun into your bag, then stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, your face still burning.

“See you later.” You said, and walked out of the range. Isaac and Simon were already waiting for you at the exit and you tried to make yourself look presentable, fixing your hair and pressing your hands to your cheeks before walking out of the building.

“No way.”

“Yes way.” You nodded as Karen leaned back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips.

“I can’t decide if it’s creepy or romantic.”

“That’s like the story of my life lately.” You said, drumming your fingertips on the heart shaped balloon, “But I mean…Karen, he’s-“ You licked your lips, “I feel like I’m gonna pass out. Like every time I’m around him. The guy has that affect.”

“That’s always good.”

“Is it though?” You asked her “I-I don’t know, it’s like… If I get a heart attack-“ You were cut off when someone knocked on Karen’s door.

“Come in.”

“Hey.” Her boss smiled at you shortly, “I sent you a piece, can you write something short? Everyone else is outside chasing a story.”

Karen nodded, “Sure.” She said as he closed the door behind him, and typed in something, looking at the screen.

“Jesus, someone wanted this guy dead.”

You frowned slightly, “Why?”

“Multiple stab wounds.”

You made a face, “Speaking from experience, it hurts like a bitch,” you said, approaching her “Let me see the poor-“ you stopped talking as soon as you saw the picture and you held your breath, covering your mouth.


“What?” she turned her glances from the screen to you, “I know, brutal-“

“This- this is the guy.” You pointed at the screen, your heartbeat getting faster as you looked at the picture, “The guy who attacked me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I- I remember.” You swallowed loudly, the panic filling your system just by seeing his photograph and Karen gritted her teeth.

“Can’t say I’m very upset about it then.” She muttered, skimming the lines “He was found dead, doesn’t say who killed him.” She stole a look at you, “Hey, maybe you have a guardian angel.”

You stared at the screen for a couple of seconds, then nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” you muttered, “That, or a guardian devil.”

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When Two Hearts Beat As One

In A Heartbeat AU

Originally posted by yavileto

Stiles stumbled out of his Jeep and shoved he door shut, his grip fumbling with the straps of his backpack as he shrugged it up onto his shoulders and shuffled over to the path. He kept his eyes on his feet, trying not to trip as his shoes scuffed against the concrete. He made his way out of the carpark and along the side of the school where large blue double doors led into the hallways full of lockers. He turned down the path that led up to the blue doors and froze, his eyes falling upon the figure who slouched back against the brick wall beside the stairs.

The older boy’s leather jacket hung heavy on his broad shoulders, the worn black leather melting into the shadows. His stern features and cold composure made him look a good few years older than he was; the sleepless shadows under his eyes didn’t help either. His raven-black hair was short and tousled, and the soft whiskers of an unshaved pubescent stubble cast a shadow across his jaw, highlighting and framing his sharp cheekbones.

Derek Hale.

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A/N: If you read my authors notes PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LISTEN TO THESE SONGS AS YOU READ. I even linked them when they are mentioned. It will just add so much more effect. This also wasn’t all of what I wanted to post. Next part will be cute af. 

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 4,852

Opening up my Instagram I noticed the red dot up in the top corner, tapping it I smiled because I was almost positive of who it was.

“Hey, you up?” he sent.

I looked down at the words and my face fell a little. That one little question meant usually one thing at this time of night.

I shook my head and adjusted my body on my bed better to reply.

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Can You Teach Me [Part 1]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Stiles x Reader


Word Count: 2,814

**Hi everyone! This is my first smut and it’s going to be a part of a series.. I hope you like it and please send me in any feedback! Thanks to @completedylantrash for inspiring me!**

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“It’s just so easy for you, Y/N, you wouldn’t understand.”

“What is?” I ask him, not tearing my gaze away from the inky black of the night sky or the small pinpoints of lights dotted throughout it.

I hear him sigh and he pauses before responding, “Nevermind. Don’t worry about it, it’s stupid.”

I frown slightly, lifting my body up from the metallic cold of the hood of the jeep so that I can turn and look at him. I shift slightly so that I’m lying on my side with my chin perched on my hand. “Don’t do that, Stilinski,” I grumble at him, “tell me what you mean.

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They’ve been together for months now. About four is where they are guesstimating. 

She’s finally meeting his family today. She’s met Aaliyah briefly, but for the short second that she did speak to her she decided that Aaliyah liked her. 

She’s contemplating cancelling, not ready to meet them. But as she’s grabbing her phone, he’s knocking on the door. She walks to the door, and opens the door revealing him in his gray sweater and black jeans. 

“Hey babe, wow you look good.” He says looking her up and down. 

“What? No, I’m not supposed to look good. Shit.” She says going back to her room, looking through her closet hoping to find something to wear.

“Hey.” He follows after her, sensing her stress. “Hey, look at me.” He says, hand resting on her shoulder turning her to look at her. 

“I have to change Shawn.” She sighs slumping against him. 

“No you don’t, you look good.” He says nodding, making her look at him. 

“I can’t look good Shawn, your mom’s gonna think I’m a hor.” She says trying to push him away. He snorts a small laugh and shakes his head.

“She is not gonna think you’re a hor, nor are you a hor. You can look good, which you do, and still have my mothers approval. You are wearing a red sweater, which brings the gold flecks out in your eyes, and black jeans. It looks good, not slutty.” He says reassuring her. 

“You sure?” She asks looking into his eyes, trying to find his truthful answer.

“Yeah I’m sure, baby calm down. Their gonna love you.” He smiles, kissing her cheeks. 

“Okay.” She sighs, slumping against his chest, letting his embrace hold her up. 

“We have to go though.” He says looking at the clock.

“Yeah, we can’t be late.” She says perking up and grabbing her bag. He watches with a smirk, kind of loving how nervous she is. That just means that this is super important to her, and he’s loving that.

He takes her out to his jeep, opening the door for her like always. She fiddles with her seatbelt and he chuckles as her hands shake. 

“Stop laughing at me.” She whines.

“I’m sorry, it’s just cute.” He smiles closing her door. He can hear her from outside of the jeep. 

“This is not cute Shawn.” 

“Yes babe, it’s cute.” He says getting in the drivers seat. 

“Hold my hand please.” She says holding her hand out for him to take. He shakes his head at her and nods, taking her hand and interlocking their fingers.

“You need to calm down, you’re stressing out for no reason.” He mutters driving towards his old home.

“No reason?” She asks, voice going high. “Ha, yeah okay, meeting your parents for the first time that’s no big deal. Whatever Shawn, these people raised you and I don’t think I could handle it if they don’t like me.”

“They’ll like you.” He smiles at her.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you said it yourself, they raised me and I like you. So they are just bound to like you too.” 

“I don’t know.” She says looking out the window, chewing on her lip.

“Baby,” He says softly looking over at her. 

“What?” She asks, voice shaking. 

“You don’t need to worry, I promise even if, for some weird reason they don’t like you, I still will. They don’t get to make these decisions for me, and I know that I want to be with you. 


“Yeah, I promise.” He says, stroking her hand with his thumb. 

“Okay.” She nods, believing him. 

The rest of the drive is quiet, the music playing peacefully in the background. When he pulls into the driveway her anxiety acts up again, making her hand shake in his and her lip is back between her teeth.

“We’re okay.” He nods. She inhales sharply. 

She gets out, meeting him at the front of the car staring up at him. 

“Can you give me a hug? It relaxes me.” She says quietly. He doesn’t miss a beat, his arms wrap around her and his flesh against his chest taking in his smell. 

“I’ve got you baby.” He whispers in her ear.

“Thanks.” She whispers back. 

“You’re back!” A voice calls from the door. They pull apart and Aaliyah stands in the doorway. “’Bout time, mom said we couldn’t eat without you, I’m starving.” She says crossing her arms. 

“Good to see you too Liyah.” He mumbles, kissing Y/n’s temple.

“Hi Y/n.” Aaliyah waves.

“Hi Aaliyah.”

“Staying for dinner?”

“Yeah, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll get Shawn to share.”

“Good luck there, I’ve learned that he doesn’t share food.” Y/n giggles looking up at Shawn. He shakes his head. 

“Ganged up on already.” He grins.

“Had to have seen it coming.” Y/n pats his chest. 

“Come on, lets get inside. Don’t need you getting a cold.” He ushers her inside, walking behind Aaliyah. 

“Hold my hand?” Y/n whispers up to Shawn. He takes her hand and kisses her cheek. 

“Mum, Dad?” He calls out, closing the door behind him.

“Kitchen.” Manny calls out. 


“I think so.” 

“Y/n, it’s so nice to meet you.” Karen says walking to meet them in the hall. Y/n smiles at Karen, noticing that she has the same nose as Shawn. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you too.” She smiles going to shake Karen’s hand, but Karen goes straight for a hug. Shawn smiles and watches as Y/n and his mom hug in front of him. Manny appears from behind Karen.

“Stop hogging her, I want a hug too.” He says pulling Karen away. Y/n giggles hugging Manny.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Mendes.”

“Please call me Manny, Mr. Mendes makes me sound old.” He says hugging her. 

“You are not old, don’t even look like you could have a 19 year old.” She grins looking over at Shawn.

“Wow a sweet talker, she’s a keeper Shawn.” Manny says looking up at Shawn. 

“Trust me, I know.” Shawn smiles, making Y/n blush. 

“That was cheesy Shawn.” Aaliyah says dishing up her plate. 

“Liyah it is rude to dish up before we even make it to the table.”

“What? You said that I had to wait for Shawn to get home, he’s home can we eat now?”

“Are you hungry, I made roast.” 

“Roast?” Y/n asks getting excited.


“I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve heard so much about your roast. I’ve dreamed of trying it.” 

“Awe, well she gets to get dished up first.” Karen says glaring over at Aaliyah. 

“You fit right in.” He whispers into Y/n’s ear when they all walk to the dining room. 

They have dinner, Manny and Karen asking about school and her childhood. The conversation is going really well and she is fitting in like she’s a Mendes herself. 

“Shawn?” Karen says looking over at her son for the first time tonight.

“Hmm?” He hums taking a bite of his roast.

“Tell me about this relationship, we’ve gotten Y/n’s perspective. I want yours.” 

He nods and swallows his bite, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“What do you want to know?” He asks, squeezing Y/n’s hand under the table. This is where he become nervous.

“Where do you see this going?” She asks. Knowing Y/n’s answer; she’ll go with anything, she’s just loving where their at right now.

“If you’re asking if I see a future with her then yes, I do. Everything is different with her,” He looks over at Y/n, noticing that she’s watching him intently. “I want everything with her, and that’s where I’m at right now.” He nods, looking back at his mom. 

“Perfect answer.” She smiles.

The night goes on, joking and more getting to know each other. Y/n is really liking the feel of his family. She giggles as she watches Shawn and Aaliyah bicker back and forth over nothing. She’s watching from afar, wanting to see Shawn in his most content. But she notices Karen and Manny waving her over in the kitchen. She slips away without him noticing, meeting his parents. 

“Coffee?” Manny asks, holding a cup for her.

“Please.” She smiles.

“Don’t be nervous.” They say as she bites her lip again.

“Okay.” She nods.

“We just wanted to tell you, that we love you.” Karen smiles. She breathes a sigh of relief. “You are so good for him, since you guys met he’s been so different. So much better now that he’s with you. We hope you stay.”

“Me too.” She giggles, knowing that she will. 

“It’s no secret that he’s had other girlfriends.” Karen says leaning against the counter. Y/n nods, losing eye contact. “But we hated them, they changed him, but for the worse. He became moody and angry. But with you he’s happy. I’ve never seen him so happy.” 

Y/n smiles and looks back over at him, watching as he is being wrestled to the ground by his sister.

“He makes me really happy.” She smiles looking back at his parents.

“You love him don’t you.” Manny says quietly. She looks at him with wide eyes. 

How does she lie to his dad?

“Yeah, but please don’t tell him. I haven’t told him yet.”

“Don’t worry your secret is safe with us, although he might already know.” They both shrug. “He looks like he loves you too.” 

Void Stiles Imagine- Costume Party

Everyone wanted to date Y/N, the fact you had no interest in dating any high school boy only made it more of a competition for their stupid egos. It wasn’t that you thought you were too good for them, you just wanted to save yourself the heartbreak and embarrassment after everything goes sour. You just wanted to go to school and have a laugh with some friends, that didn’t make boys a top priority on your list. Well that’s how it used to be anyway. There was something about Stiles Stilinski’s goofiness that you adored, how he took the blame for his friends all the time, how he didn’t care to embarrass himself in front of the class as long as he’s protecting someone else from doing it.

You had a free period so you decided to do some extra studying in the library, your friends were all going for something to eat but they were bringing their boyfriends and their friends. So In other words it would be you having a bunch of guys hit on you, while your friends moan at you for being too ‘prude’ or ‘high maintenance’. You were recapping your knowledge on stem cells when you heard the library doors swing open. You briefly glanced up to see Stiles walking in, you followed him with your eyes until he looked back at you. He then suddenly covered his face with the folder he was holding and scrambled to sit on an empty seat at the back of the room. You shook your head and smiled, looking back down at your work. It wasn’t until ten minutes later that you felt the chair opposite you be uneasily pulled out. You heard a loud panting and books being slammed down on the desk. “It’s about time, I thought you’d never get the balls to come over” you claimed, still reading your textbook.  “You knew I was going to come over?” he asked, finally catching his breath. “No. But I knew you wanted to” you replied, finally looking up at him. Catching his brown eyes reflect the glare of the light. “Did you want me to?” he interrogated, leaning forward. “Did I want you to what?” you asked sarcastically. He gave you a questioning look, while trying not to laugh, “So where’s your friends?” he asked, looking around. “You sure love asking questions” you grinned. “And you sure love giving short answers” he fired back. “They’ve gone for something to eat” you finally told. “They left you here?” he questioned, like it was the most unjust thing he’d ever heard. “No, I just didn’t feel like going” you shrugged. “ I was going to say, because you are way too pretty to be alone” he said, clearly on accident.“Are you flirting with me Stilinski?” you smirked. “Yes, I mean only if you want me to be flirting then I am, only if you want me to be-” He began rambling, before stopping himself after realising you were trying not to laugh. “Oh god, that was embarrassing” he said, rubbing his neck. “No, it was kind of sweet” you reassured. “Well, I think I’ve took enough humiliation to last a lifetime. See you.” he picked up his books and began to walk away. “Stiles, wait!” you shouted, getting up and running over to him. “Hey erm, my friend’s having a fancy dress party later and she said I could bring someone” you said, sounding somewhat nervous. “And you wanted me to ask Scott if he would go with you” he said out of routine. “Actually, I was wondering if you would go with me” you smiled. “Seriously?” he asked, looking up. “Seriously, unless you don’t want to-” you began. “So, ill see you at eight?” he said, almost immediately. “See you then” you replied, walking back to your seat. You couldn’t help but watch as he beamed out of the library, you also couldn’t help laughing when you saw his victory air pump when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Guess who landed a date with Y/F/N” Stiles said smugly, sitting down at his lunch table. “Don’t tell me it’s Greenburg, he’s been eyeing her up all year” Allison said, shaking her head. “No, guys it’s me, I did” he announced, like they all should of known. “No you did not, she’s way out of your league” Isaac smirked. “Says the guy in the scarf. I’m picking her up tonight for a costume party” he beamed. “I dont think that’s a good idea” Scott said fermly. “Why not?” he asked. “Maybe because you’re possessed by an evil spirit that can take over at any second” Lydia said bluntly. “I have it under control! This is my one chance and I’m not screwing this up!” Stiles raised his voice. “You need to cancel!” Scott demanded. Everyone glanced over at your lunch table, you were laughing at some joke one of your friends told. “Y/N’s a sweet girl, if you liked her you wouldn’t put her at risk” Allison shrugged. “It’s going to be fine, I know what I’m doing” Stiles said, picking up his lunch and throwing it in the bin. He stormed outside, putting one of his backpack straps in his mouth, a clear sign of his anxiousness. ”There is no way in hell we’re letting him do this” Scott stated. “We haven’t got a choice, he seemed pretty determined to me” Lydia said, opening a bottle of water. “If we cant change his mind, maybe we can change hers?” Isaac suggested. “You heard him, he’s liked her since forever. We cant ruin it for him completely” Allison said. “Well what other choice do we have?” Scott asked. “Well I’m down for a costume party” Lydia hinted. “No way on earth” Isaac shook his head. “That doesn’t sound so bad” Scott agreed. “Great, I’ll get us all invited by the end of the day, tops” Lydia smiled, picking up her tray just as the lunch bell went.

You looked in the mirror one last time and brushed down your dress, removing any remaining creases. For once, you weren’t met by the normal self consciousness you usually got before a party but a radiating happiness. You knew Stiles wasn’t going to judge or rate you, like the normal idiots your friends set you up with. When you heard his jeep pull into your driveway you didn’t feel the urge to wait a few minutes before letting him in, you actualy got that butterfly feeling and were excited to see him again. You grabbed your phone and clutch, picked up your heels and ran down to open the door. “Heyy” you said smiling wildly. “Hey you” he grinned, surprised by your eagerness. You opened the door all the way and leant against the frame to slip your heels on. “You look stunning” Stiles said gawping. “Thank you, you look very handsome yourself” you laughed to stop yourself from blushing. He opened his jeep door for you and helped you get in, before walking over to the drivers side. Before he turned the engine on, he sat there still staring at you while you topped up your lipstick using his wind view mirror. “Sorry I didn’t have enough time to get a costume” he said, gesturing to his usual plain top and jeans. “It’s ok, you look fine” you assured, clipping your seatbelt in. For the journey you both sat there, having sassy conversations and lip singing to songs on the radio. He was practically the male version of you, he just had friends that accepted him for him.

When you arrived you took a deep breath, you weren’t prepared for everyone to ask you why you were with Stiles. But as soon as he opened the car door for you and linked your arm, all of your doubts faded. When he was around, you couldn’t help but smile. He walked you in with a proud expression after seeing the crowds of jealous boys staring at the pair of you. What you didn’t understand was why girls weren’t falling at Stiles’ feet, sure he’s socially awkward but also hot as hell. He walked you over to a corner and you spoke, while people came and greeted you. You were talking to one of your friends and their date when you noticed Stiles kept looking around. “Are you ok?” you asked quietly. He stared at you blankly for a second, before nodding his head and smiling. Later on, it was just the pair of you leaning against the back fence chilling. He looked over your shoulder and then suddenly ducked. You furrowed your brows and began to turn around before he grabbed your shoulders quickly so you were still facing him. “What’s going on?” you asked confused. “Erm nothing, I’m just going to the toilet and maybe you should get us someee… drinks for when I get back” he stalled, before disappearing into the crowd of people. You stood there, before hesitantly going to the drinks table which was in the opposite direction. ”What the hell are you doing here?” Stiles hissed, approaching his friends that were all gathered in a corner. “And what are you supposed to be, mentally retarded?” Isaac asked, referring to his non existent costume. “We came to make sure everything was ok” Allison claimed. “No, you came to check on me” Stiles retort. “We’re just doing what’s right” Scott told. “Just make sure she doesn’t see you!” Stiles demanded. “Make sure who doesn’t them?” you asked standing next to him, two cups in hand. “Oh god” he jumped. “Hey, I’m Y/N. I’ve met Allison and Scott but I don’t think I’ve met you guys” you smiled. “I’m Lydia and that’s a really pretty dress. I can already see us going shopping together” she greeted, you handed Stiles the drinks as she pulled you into a hug. “And you’re Isaac, right?” you asked. He nod and kissed your hand rather than hugging you, causing Stiles to mumble under his breath. “Just one question, Stiles hasn’t done anything strange yet has he?” Isaac questioned bluntly, causing the others to glare at him. “Not particularly” you answered sceptically. “Well as great as this little get together was, I think we’ll be off” Stiles said, gesturing you to follow him. “You can stay here and talk to us, I’m sure Y/N would like to get to know us better anyway” Allison said quickly. “Well it’s our first date so I think we should get to know each other first” he said guiding you away before they could say anything else.

You and Stiles walked out the back gate, to get some privacy so you could talk without having to shout over the music or be interrupted every 5 seconds by one of your friends or a drunk boy trying to hit on you. It was a cold night, you wouldn’t think it in the back garden with all the dancing people and bonfire but as soon as you took a step out of there you were hit by the breeze. You turned to look at Stiles who was holding his head. “Hey, are you ok? Do you need some water?” you kept asking, not knowing it sounded muffled to him. He stood up and turned around, giving you such a weird look, it was like a whole different person. You backed away slowly to the gate but he grabbed your wrist before you could go any further. “You’re hurting me” you winced. “We’re going on a walk” he stated, dragging your arm down the empty street. “Scott what’s wrong?” Lydia asked as the four of them walked through the crowd. “He’s took her” Isaac answered. They burst out of the gate, ”They’ve gone” Allison panicked. “If he’s gone void they could be anywhere” Lydia paced. “Cant you catch a scent?” Allison asked. “Of him yes, of her no” Scott stated. “Wont they be together?” Isaac queried. “The forest, it’s a 5 minute walk from here” Lydia claimed. “That’s where he’s taking her” Allison run her hands through her hair. “Then we need to find them, fast!” Scott exclaimed.

“Y/N!” Stiles called mockingly. “Leave me alone” you cried. By now you had already took your heels off and thrown them at him, only for him to dodge them and laugh. You ran through the trees, as twigs snapped under your bare feet. Your chest was pounding, not only out of fear but out of the exhaustion and bitter air. You turned around, noticing he was no longer a few steps behind you. You’ve seen how this goes, it’s on every Tv show. The second you stop running or hide he’ll be there so you had no other choice but to carry on even when you physically couldn’t anymore. He stopped calling your name and you stopped hearing his footsteps. You knew your feet were bleeding, you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait it out until the morning. The only option you had left was to find your way out of the forest, but you didn’t know it as well as Stiles. The only way you knew was going back past the old burnt house, but you had no idea where to find it from where you were now. You ran down a smaller trail on your left, your legs and arms being stung the whole way, you checked to make sure he wasn’t following. When you turned back around you bumped into something, into someone. “Y/N” he smiled, like it was some twisted game. You glanced down at his hand to see him gripping a thick branch, you then saw him swing it towards you. You fell hard onto the ground, hitting your head. All you could see was the blurry figure towering above you, “Please, Stiles don't” you murmered, trying to drag yourself away. “Such a waste, especially on Stiles. Pretty, but stupid enough to believe anything anyone says” he said, kicking your arm so you stopped moving. “Why are you doing this?” you grovelled. “Always the same questions, no one has any originality” he said, lifting the branch again. “Stiles” you whispered crying. “Stiles!” someone shouted. All you saw was the shadow of two bigger forces knocking him over. “Are you ok?” someone asked, lifting you up. “I don’t, I don’t know-” you slurred, before passing out.

“We need to tell her” a low voice said. “How are we supposed to do that?” another one asked. You opened your eyes, to an unfamiliar location. “Y/N, don’t worry, you’re in Scott’s living room” Allison spoke softly. “What happened?” you questioned nervously. “Don’t be scared, nothings going to happen to you” Lydia smiled sympathetically. “You didn’t answer my question” you stated, sitting up and moving the blanket they had put on you. “I’ll tell her” Stiles mumbled walking in. You tensed up in fear, until you were met with a nod from Scott, you trusted him. You relaxed slightly and crossed your arms. “I’m possessed by an ancient spirit that tried to kill you last night but I promise it wasn’t me” he rambled. “I thought you were different, but you really are one big joke” you snarled, standing up. “Scott’s a werewolf” he added quickly. “You were only supposed to tell her about you” Scott huffed. “Well it didn’t work” he bit back. “We’re not insane, I promise. Just hear him out” Allison said, before you walked out of the door way. “You have five minutes” you said with an eye roll. “We can prove it, you just have to trust us” Lydia intervened. You nod your sighed. You looked up to see Scott’s eyes glowing red. “What the fu- how did you do that?” you asked, mesmerised. “I’m an alpha” Scott smiled. You learnt a lot that morning: Hunters, Werewolves, Werecoyotes, A Nogitsune, Oni and a possible Kitsune. You didn’t want to believe them, but you were ready to. You knew there was something strange about Beacon Hills but you just shrugged it off. After what you heard you were scared, but happy to be in the know of everything. “I promise i’ll do everything I can so I don’t hurt you again” Stiles said, standing next to you. “I know you will” you said quietly. He squeezed your hand and rubbed it with his thumb. “I was wondering if we could maybe start fresh if I make it through this” He said, staring at his shoes. “It’s going to be ok, ill be with you every step. Now I’m going home for shower and Scott’s picking me back up later for my very first pack meeting” you claimed, standing up. You began to walk out before quickly kissing him on the cheek, “And yes, we can start over” you winked. You beamed out of Scott’s house, excited for the new chapter in your life. Not knowing the events that were soon taking place, that would soon change your life forever.

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Pregnancy Tests (Imagine)

Word Count: 1076

Warnings: Swearing

It was the third morning where you were oddly nauseous; the smell of food making you stumble to the toilet clutching your mouth. Shawn would follow, sitting on the side of the bathtub next to you, rubbing your shoulder.

“Baby, this isn’t food poising” he would whisper, tucking your hair behind your ear. You’d look up at him with tired eyes and nod, placing a shaky hand on your forehead.

“My periods late” you say, closing your eyes.

“Seriously?” He would ask, his voice sounding different; almost hopeful.

“Yeah, I should have started last week” you say, searching for an expression on his face.

“So are you like…?” He says, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“I don’t know” You say, relived he seemed happy.

“What do we do? Like take a test or something?” You stare at his face, noticing how he seemed like he was trying to hide his excitement. His eyes wildly flickering between yours, searching for anything to tell him how you feel.

“Yeah, but we need to go and get one” you say, trying to lift yourself up.

“Hey, let me help you, you’ve just emptied your guts” he grins, making you laugh weakly. He helps you up and you stand in front of him, feeling rough. He leans down and places a kiss on your nose, smiling slightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too” you say, leaning up to kiss his lips.

You both head to his jeep, him opening the door being the usual gentleman that he is. The journey to the store consisted of small talk and nervous silence. Shawn’s hand was resting on your thigh the whole way, squeezing it every once in a while. The whole time his mind was full of the idea that he might be a dad. He found himself grinning at the idea, but tried his best to not get his hopes up. 

When you get there, you both head in, hoping that no one notices you. He takes your hand in his as you enter, guiding you to the right isle.

“I don’t even know which one to get” you say, overwhelmed by the amount of pregnancy tests one shop could sell. You look up at him, his face mirroring yours.

“Fuck, they’re expensive” he laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “We could just get one of each” he says seriously, waiting your response.

“No Shawn! That’s going to cost too much.”

"I don’t care” he says, throwing them into the basket. You shake your head and cling onto his arm. He was wearing the denim jacket that never failed to make him look handsome. His hair was floppy due to the fact that he hadn’t done it, but you preferred it like that anyway.

You head to the tills and you groan when the self service section was closed. 

“We need to go to someone that won’t know you” you say, trying to find anyone who wouldn’t see that the Shawn Mendes was buying about 15 pregnancy tests.

“There’s an old lady over there, she won’t know me” he laughs, taking your hand and leading you in her direction.

He empties out the basket and you try your best to avoid eye contact as the lady starts to scan the boxes.

“Rough start to the morning huh?” She smiles warmly. 

“Yeah I guess” Shawn responds, blushing as you hold his hand tighter. She finishes scanning the items and asks for the money. Before you leave she hands over the change and smiles again. 

“Good luck, whatever answer you’re hoping for.” You thank her and leave, blushing at the situation you just encountered.

 When you arrive back home you rush to the bathroom and try to open the box with shaky hands.

“Here, let me do it” Shawn says, taking the small box in his large hands. He hands it over to you and you examine the stick, checking it looked like it would work.

“I guess I just pee on it right?” You say, earning a laugh from Shawn.

“Hunny, I don’t know. Why your asking me?” he laughs, walking towards the door. “Call me when you’re done.”

He leaves the room and you do as the instructions say. Afterwards you head out and see Shawn waiting outside the door. 

“I’ve done it. We have to wait 5 minutes” you say quietly, feeling overly nervous. Shawn smiles down at you and pulls you in his arms. After a few moment silence, you ask the one question that had been on you’re mind all day; “What do you want it to say?”

Shawn stays silent for a moment and then hugs you tighter, kissing your hair in the process. 

"I will love you regardless to what the test says, I promise that.” He says, but then pulls away so you’re looking into his eyes. “But the idea of a mini us honestly sounds amazing, it really does.” You smile, grateful that he would like a child. It relaxes you, knowing that he will still love you no matter what the result is.

After the 5 minutes is up, you open the bathroom door and walk up to the sink. 

“I love you” Shawn says taking your hand.

“I love you too” you stutter, terrified to look at the numerous tests lay along the edge of the sink. This moment was literally life changing.

You take a deep breath and look. Your eyes scan the tests and at first it doesn’t sink in. Shawn’s hand squeezes yours, trying to earn a response. After you say nothing for what felt like 10 hours to Shawn, he speaks up.

“Baby, what does it say?” He asks nervously, pulling you to face him. You turn to him and you immediately start crying.

“I’m pregnant!“ you say, falling into his arms. "We’re having a baby!”

The look on Shawn’s face was priceless. He instantly began to weep too, holding you close to him.

“Oh my god” he says in disbelief, holding you tightly. “Congratulations baby!” The excitement you both felt was of the scale, but you were too happy and in shock to show it. You pull away, connecting your lips to his. He smiles against you, moving his hands to your belly. “I love you so much” he would say with a small laugh, as his hands touch your tummy. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too Shawn.”

I hope this is okay! Let me know what you guys think xx


Gif source:  Stiles

Imagine you’ve been dating Stiles in secret and it ends up getting revealed when you play hooky from a pack meeting and the pack ends up looking for you and finds you in a heated moment in the back of his Jeep.

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It was one of those rare cold nights in Beacon Hills. The ones that only happened in the middle of the winter and made you actually have to wear one of the jackets you’d invested in. Stiles had worn that red hoodie when he’d come to pick you up for the pack meeting, but when you piled into the Jeep with him you both knew neither of you wanted to go to that tonight.

It wasn’t like Stiles to miss a meeting, but there you were looking just as great to him as he looked to you. Both of you decided that for once, you were going to play hooky and just not go.

You found a spot just as the sun went down, shading the both of you in more privacy than the vacant gravel lot beside the Beacon Hills Reserve did. Stiles was on you as soon as the Jeep was in park, the both of you fumbling for the back seat as you also fumbled with each other’s clothes. He was shirtless and you were pants-less by the time you heard a twig snap from outside, causing you to pull from his lips with a gasp.

“What was that?” you breathe, glancing towards the window only to find they’d fogged over thanks to the contrast of the cool air outside the car and the heat within it.

Stiles was just as stock-still as he hovered over you, still locked between your thighs as he strained to hear something else over the radio station neither of you’d been focused on before whispering with a glint of fear in his eyes, “This is how people die in horror movies.”

You slap his bare chest gently as you sarcastically scoff, “Thanks. Whose idea was it to park at the Reserve anyway? If we die via crazed serial killer, I’m blaming you!”


“AH! GOD!” Stiles shouts as you both jump upon a hand slapping against the fogged window beside your head, causing an imprint in the dew while you both scream within the Jeep. The handle to the door was being pulled by something outside, and it’s not until you take a breath to scream again as you and Stiles scrambled for the keys that you heard a familiar voice calling from outside.

“Stiles! Stiles!”

Scott?” you gasp as Stiles reaches to press the button in order to roll down the window just enough to see who it was for sure, causing you both to groan as you realize just who had caught you.

“If only it was a serial killer instead,” Stiles groans sarcastically as he slumps against your chest for a second after recognizing those familiar faces behind the messy glass. Scott looks on in amusement beside Allison and Lydia while you scramble to fish your pants from the floor once Stiles leans off of you and throws his shirt back on, bumping his head on the roof of the Jeep in the process.

Isaac rolls his eyes, already turning on his heel to leave, “Clearly Stiles and (Y/N) are just fine.”

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Our absolutely amazing pal and fellow smutketeer @peetabreadgirl has a birthday on February 23rd. @xerxia31 and I were wondering if you'd be willing to accept a submission from us in her honoUr?

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Happy Birthday @peetabreadgirl! By special request, Here’s a birthday drabble crafted just for you!

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AN – Happy Birthday PBG! This is part 1 of 2 because your birthday is too special to cram all into one day!

Mesdames et messieurs, votre attention s’il vous plaît. Les passagers de la vol Air Canada 8637 arrivent à la gare vingt-quatre.

Peeta Mellark bobs up on the balls of his feet, eager to see around the crowd of tired commuters coming in on the flight from Montreal to Quebec city. Just a few more minutes and he’ll finally lay eyes on the infamous KatsEye, the best beta in the Avengers fandom.

And his best friend. Possibly the love of his life, but hey, he figures he probably should lay eyes on her in real life before he declares his undying devotion.

The crowd is thinning a bit now as the business crowd moves toward the airport doors, a sea of suits and muttered French. He checks his phone. Her text had said she was near the back of the plane. Surely she’ll be out soon.

Kat<3: I’m wearing an orange sweater.

When he looks up again, he sees her coming through the gate. Her aviator glasses are perched on her head and her hair is tied up in a side braid that spills over her shoulder onto the gorgeous coral sweater she’s wearing. It causes her olive skin to glow even though he can tell she’s not wearing a stitch of makeup.

His artistic sensibilities practically giggle at the idea that she’d consider the shade to be orange. It’s softer, more muted; kind of like a sunset at the end of a sultry summer’s day.

Regardless, it’s his new favourite colour.

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Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 4880

Author’s Note: So, I had wrote this for Steff’s competition and wanted to post it, because I absolutely loved this fic so fucking much and I hope you do too. :)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles Stilinski.

The boy who stole my heart.

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