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“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)

Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.

(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.) 

It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.

And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.

(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)

The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.

Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.

Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.

Lucky for him, one copy is enough.

Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.

For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.

Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.

Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.

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Anchor

Originally posted by expressivedolphin

Derek Hale x Reader (Requested by Anon)

I know this is a bit vague (sorry!) but would you please write a oneshot where Derek discovers the Reader is his anchor and soulmate and he doesn’t know how to tell her. But he suddenly becomes even more possessive and protective of her which the reader notices and so she asks him? Thanks!

“Hey, (Y/N)? Do you, maybe, want to go to dinner with me?” Derek asked. He had been following you around a lot lately and was currently following you around your apartment as you were throwing clothes and shoes, trying to get ready.

“When, Derek?” You asked as you threw another shoe behind you, Derek cautiously dodging it.

“Tonight?” He suggested and you giggled.

“I can’t tonight, have you heard a thing I’ve told you the past hour?” You laughed, “I’m going out with Stiles and Scott tonight.

“But why?” He asked, actually sounding offended.

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anonymous asked:

Hey do you know of any fics where stiles and Derek call each other by pet names or just call each other babe or baby because it is my weakness and I need more of it

Hey :)

Here are a few like that.

salt and a waltz by  The Byger (Byacolate) | 7.4K

In which Stiles is a faerie and Derek is sick and tired of not being able to fuck him.

Hey Ewe by  wuffedoutalpha | 7.3K

In which Derek cares more than Stiles originally thought he did.

Or four times Derek sneaks Stiles gifts and the one time Stiles gets why (plus one).

Endearments and Interventions by  Captain_Loki | 1.2K

Stiles calls Derek “baby” one time, and exactly one time only. It goes a little like the time he clasped a hand to Derek’s shoulder in the front seat of the jeep only three years previously. Derek levels him with the same incredulous look of stunned disbelief as he did then.

Even the stars they burn by  rufflefeather | 5.7K

Derek finds out quite by accident what makes Stiles shut up. If he reveals along the way that he didn’t always carry this darkness around, then that’s entirely Stiles’ fault.

Back to Beacon Hills by  surrenderdammit | 10.4K

Stiles is a born werefox, returning to Beacon Hills with the hopes of starting over and finding some sort of home again. Maybe he can finally stay in one place long enough for his scent to catch.

The Worst Surprise (Pt. 2)

A/N Thank you all for the love on part 1! Part 2 is slightly shorter because I felt like this was a good stoping place. Part 3 will be coming soon.

Part 1 Part 3

   It took me a moment to realize that I had stopped dancing. All I could do was watch as she turned and placed her perfectly painted lips on his, kissing my Mr.J. My heart broke when he didn’t push her away. It broke again when she pulled away, and he didn’t scold her. Instead, he slid his hand a little further up her leg and turned back to his meeting.


   Before I realized what I was doing, I was bending down and pulling out a pistol that J had hidden in the cage for me. “Just in case things get a little too exciting,” he had said, grinning as he had slipped it into its place. Raising the gun, I aimed right for that bitch’s head and squeezed the trigger. I heard the gun go off, the sound ringing in my ears, and I watched as it sailed through the air and lodged itself in the glass right where her head was. Unfortunately it didn’t kill her, she didn’t even have a scratch. J had made the room with bulletproof glass, not one to be a sitting duck.

   The glass shuttered, a crack spidering out and across the window, as someone screamed. I waited until J’s eyes found mine. A bit of concern was present in his eyes until he scanned down my body and found the gun still in my hands.  After that I didn’t wait to see the rage in his eyes. No, I slid out of the cage before he could even think of punishing me, racing out of the club and towards my Jeep. It took me only seconds to make my way back to the hallway, and I was steps away from my Jeep when I felt a hand close around my arm.

   Terrified that J had somehow caught up to me, I whipped around and raised the gun to his head. Luckily it was only Frost, who immediately dropped his hold on me. Without a word he offered me my keys, which I had forgotten about. One look up at his ever serious expression, and I knew. I knew why he was so adamant that I didn’t disturb J. My heart dropped as tears filled my eyes and clouded my vision.

   “You knew didn’t you?” I asked softly, raising my hand to swiftly wipe the tears away.

   Frost only nodded as he shoved the keys into my hand. I took them without hesitation, sparing him a teary eyed but grateful look before rushing to my Jeep. Frost may not be able to openly defy his boss, but his small actions showed what he believed. He didn’t think I deserved the pain J was putting me through, and he wasn’t afraid to let me know it.

   Unlocking the door, I slid into the driver’s seat and started the Jeep up. Noticing the Lamborghini out of the corner of my eye as I locked the doors, I wished I had the keys to it, or at least that J didn’t. The expensive sports car was much faster than my Jeep. If J managed to get in it before I could far enough away, he would catch me in seconds. All I could do was pray that Frost would buy me some time as I put the Jeep in reverse and quickly backed out of the parking spot. I shuddered when the sound of J’s enraged shouts reached my ear. The sound prompted me to look up to my rearview mirror where I saw him. Just as I was passing through the garage exit, J stalked into the middle of the parking lot, stopping right behind his Lamborghini. His shoulders heaved up and down as he fumed, watching me race away from his hold. Of course Harley was right beside him, tugging on his arm in a pathetic attempt to get his attention. I scoffed and pushed the gas pedal further into the floor, shooting off into the night.

   Knowing that J would track the Jeep, I drove straight into the middle of Gotham, taking as many turns as possible to get there. The street was surprisingly full of people considering how late it was. Promptly finding a place to leave the Jeep, I parked and turned it off. I had bought myself at least thirty minutes by choosing a busy part of town. J would have to move carefully, hiding his identity from the people as he searched for me. That is, unless he wanted to deal with the Bat.

   As quickly as I could, I climbed into the backseat and dug around under the seat. My hand closed around a nylon strap, and my lips turned up into a small smile. J had insisted that we keep two backpacks in every vehicle, one full of my clothes and one full of his, just in case we ever had to escape on short notice. I had always teased him about his paranoia, but tonight I was grateful for it. I was also grateful that he insisted on having blacked out windows on all of his vehicles. Safe from the gaze of any prying eyes, I swiftly stripped out of my dress, careful not to rip it. I then unstrapped the knife from around my thigh and laid it on the seat next to me. After digging through the bag for a second, I pulled out a pair of dark grey skinny jeans, a plain black v-neck t-shirt, and a black hoodie. I was suddenly very glad that I hadn’t let J pack my bag like he had wanted to. J didn’t like it when I dressed so simply, but I knew that I had to to blend in.

   Slipping my heels back on after dressing, I made a mental note to buy a pair of converse or boots as soon as possible. I then slipped the gun into my waistband in the back, tucking it under my shirt and successfully hiding it. I checked the backpack to make sure I had extra ammo, which I did, before picking up my knife. Taking a moment to silently apologize for what I was about to do, I sighed. Then I unsheathed my knife and stabbed it into the seat, dragging it towards me and ripping the expensive leather open. Inside the seat sat multiple stacks of hundreds, which I then preceded to shove in the backpack. I made sure I had everything I needed then grabbed the keys and slipped out.

   After looking around to make sure no one was watching me, I bent down and slipped the keys into a hiding place under the car. I didn’t want to throw them away because I hoped that one day I’d be able to get my Jeep back. I also didn’t want to take the keys knowing that J had put a separate tracker in them. There was only one thing left for me to get rid, and I knew it was what I would miss the most. Sighing, I took one look at my phone and threw it to the ground, shattering the screen and rendering it useless.

   Once I had double checked that I was free of anything with a tracker, I stepped into the crowd, easily blending in and becoming invisible. J was going to have a hell of a time trying to find me. He did always say that I was the best at hiding.

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3 years ago today JEEPFLOW was born. This was my first trail ride on 4/20. Found a friend on instagram and told me he knows a good spot to go wheelin. After the trail ride I was hooked, and I decided to make a Jeep page. The goal at the time was to gather anyone that’s near the area to make new Jeep friends. Gathered my first meet in pep boys and it was only 25 JEEPS at the time. Now we had about 450 JEEPS in our last Jeep meet. Can not wait to see what’s in store for the future.
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You want to drive my jeep? How about no.

Why won’t I let you? First you couldn’t even tell me what model my jeep is, and second when I told you no because it’s my baby you said “it’s just a jeep”. Well it’s not just a jeep to me and you would know that if you had one!

anonymous asked:

46 my virgin eyes with issac from tw

46. “My eyes! My virgin eyes!”


You knocked on the McCall house door vigorously, your hair dripping wet and you were on a mission. Isaac was meant to meet you in the library for studying over 2 hours ago after school ended in the parking lot so he could get some things out of Stiles’s jeep. Not only was Stiles’s jeep not there but neither was Isaac and you’d waited long enough to get drenched from the sudden downpour of rain. This had been the third time he’d down this to you in a week. 

The door flew open and through wet hair, you began. 

“Isaac, you son of a bitch. You little fucker-,” 

“(Y/N),” you stopped your rant at the voice. Pushing your hair back, you saw Melissa McCall in her nurse’s scrubs and holding her car keys, biting back a laugh, “I’m assuming that was not for me.” 

“That- that was definitely not for you. I’m so sorry-,” 

“Don’t mention it. There are towels on the second floor, first cupboard to the right and you know where Isaac’s room is. I, uh, hope you sort things out.” 

She held the door open for you as you mumbled a bunch of apologies, hurrying past her up the stairs, your face burning a bright red and you were prepared to kick Isaac’s werewolf ass. 

Grabbing a towel as suggested, you stood outside the door and decided to plan this out. Were you going to storm in there and begin your shouting or would that be too dramatic? Would you knock and then go in there and be very passive aggressive?

“(Y/N)…” you heard from inside and you wanted to smack yourself. He was a werewolf with super-hearing or whatever. Of course he heard you, “(Y/N)…” 

“Fine,” you mumbled, swinging open the door and beginning, “I hope you heard me yell at Mrs. McCall you littl- OH MY GOD! My eyes! My virgin eyes!” 

Isaac fell off his bed, taking the sheets down with him to hide himself as he stared at you wide eyed. 

“(Y/N) - what the hell?!” he half shrieked, as you put your hands over your eyes. 

“That’s a penis,” you muttered, “that is definitely a penis.” 

“(Y/N)!” 

You began to hurry out of the room, Isaac scrambling to his feet as he wrapped the sheet around his waist like a towel, catching your wrist before you could reach the staircase. Turning around, you were face to face with his abs and you were certain you looked like a tomato. 

“(Y/N),” Isaac breathed again, causing you to look up at him. He didn’t seem embarrassed by what happened. You walked in on him jacking off over you and you were the embarrassed one. “You’re a virgin?” 

“That’s what you’re worried about?!” 

He bit his lip, leaning down towards you, “I can smell you’re arousal.” 

Before you could argue, Isaac kissed you and you weren’t sure after that if you could stay mad at him any longer. 

A promise is a promise - Owen Grady imagine

Warnings: violence, cursing, more violence, yelling, abusive relationship.

 Words: 3k (ish) sorry for it being super long




- I can’t believe you ! After all I’ve done for you ! You dare stab me in the back ?-  John said walking towards you with fury in his eyes

- I didn’t do anyth- you tried but were soon cut off with more yelling

- You fucking whore. You dare lie to my face. - he roared slamming you against a wall 

- I swear he was just a drunk customer, you saw - you stuttered finding it hard to keep your breathing steady. You knew he was the jealous type but this took you completely off guard.

- I know damn fucking well what I saw. -

- Please, just listen to -  a searing pain shot up your left side as his knuckles met your cheek. He took a fistful of your hair and dragged you up from the floor.You let out a scream.

- Do you want more? - his eyes were looking right into yours.

- Stop - your whimper was met with another punch. You felt blood drip from your cheekbone.

This is all your fault - his yelling has turned to whispering - I must teach you a lesson - He grabbed your arm and dragged you to his jeep. -it is your fault after all - he repeated as he got on to the road- you must be taught a lesson- his arms were shaking -you understand, right? You understand why I’m doing this? - his face showed madness as he turned to look at you. With tears leaking from your eyes, you nodded. He was crazy. Absolutely mad. You needed to get away from him. Now. He smiled at you lovingly and turned his eyes back on the road. His right hand moved towards you and you breathed in sharply, but he only turned on the radio. 

“If you like pina coladas
And getting caught in the rain”
-he sang along

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-Why are we at the raptor pen ? - you thought looking around you 

He dragged you out of the jeep with ease .  - Its time you see where I work , don’t you think ? - this time he didn’t wait for an answer . - Its only fair, wouldn’t you say. I’ve been in margarita ville many times. - he pressed some buttons and the gates opened. -You will love them I’m sure- he said grinning. 

Your eyes widened as you realized what he was planning. You tried to sprint away but his grip was iron. He grabbed your shoulders and threw you in. By the time you turned around the gates were already closed. You knew screaming for help was not an option since it would only alert the raptors. You could only hope they weren’t awakened by the gates. 

- Wakey wakey, I have a present for you - he yelled banging his fists on the gate. 

- Stop, let me out , be quiet, please - you yelled at him. It was a bit counter productive, true. But you were panicking .His eyes shone and he smiled wickedly.

You turned around slowly and sure enough there they were.Three pairs of eyes staring at you.You thought about running but then decided against it. Today was your day. It was as good of way of dying as any. Plus your legs felt numb and you felt like any attempt at walking would not only end in death(that was inevitable ) but also with your face in the mud. And that would be embarrassing to say the least.

Another pair of eyes emerged from the trees. The newly awaken raptor ran towards the pack and joined them. The one in the front let out a growl. As a sob escaped you the new raptor turned his head, almost looking curious.

“What the hell is happening here?!”- a man yelled and the raptors snapped their heads towards the voice. 

You didn’t dare turn around so instead you stood there biting your lip trying to keep from making any noise.The closest raptor turned her head back towards you.

-Eyes on me- the voice spoke again and the raptors head was back on the man (or maybe it was a very manly sounding woman.)

The gate opened and the raptors roared once more.
Don’t give me that look blue - the man said  - Stay back - he said holding his arms out. - Good. Good. - giving them one last look he grabbed your forearm and pushed you out through the gate - The button - he said pointing towards it without breaking eye contact with the raptors.

You slowly walked towards it still shaking severely and hit it as hard as you could manage. Which turned out to be not hard at all. The gates closed all the same but not before the guy rolled underneath .Your legs gave out underneath you and you greeted the floor.

  - What the hell were you thinking -he said turning to face first you and then your boyfriend. Noticing the blood on your face he furrowed his brow.

- Look, man, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here, I’m sorry we disturbed you.-

- Disturbed me? Are you serious ? You almost died- the last part he yelled out at you

- Grady, its okay, she just needed to be taught a lesson.I work here. Its all good. -

- A lesson? - he looked at you once more and then back at him.

- Yes. She cheated on me you see. I’m sure you know what’s its like. Owen. May I call you Owen? -

In response to that he turned around and threw a punch straight to your (now ex)boyfriend’s face knocking him to the ground.

- You’re officially fired. -

- It’s okay - he said walking towards you slowly. When you let out a sob he kneeled down to your level -I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise -he said giving you his hand which you gladly took. Hanging on to his shirt with all your might you stood up together. 

- What’s your problem man? Get the fuck off my girlfriend. Y/N in the jeep. NOW- your ex boyfriend said wiping the blood from his nose.

- Do you want to go with him ? - Owen looked down on your shaking figure as you managed a small no.

- She isn’t going anywhere with you, other than court maybe. - he said his face hard.

- What ? Yes she is ! She is mine! Y/N get away from him now and get in the jeep. - in response you only held on tighter, balling his shirt in your fists.

- You fucking bitch! I will fucking kill y- 

- Do I need to get my gun? - Owen said calmly but his eyes held murder.

- Come on man, this doesn’t have to be personal.- he said , panic evident in his voice. The two held each others eye contact for a minute and then Owen moved towards his hut and John sprinted away.

He held you like that for a while until your sobbing stopped and your shaking reduced. 

- I live with him - you whispered. There were many benches in the park, surely one of them would be comfortable enough.

- You’re coming with me, there is no way I’m letting you face him alone. He almost got you killed. Crazy mother fucker.- he said shaking his head 

Following his lead, you got onto the motorcycle holding onto Owens back for dear life .

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-Its not big or anything , but its cozy- he said as you pulled up next to his bungalow- sorry if its messy, I wasn’t expecting anyone - he scratched his neck awkwardly glancing at the amount of papers messily scattered on top the table. The dishes were pilled up high in the sink and the sofa was surrounded by empty cans of beer.

You crossed your arms over your chest somehow feeling much safer that way. - I don’t mind, I’m the one intruding anyways. -

-Not an intruder. A guest .- he opened the fridge,- there isn’t much food- you leaned over so you could see what he had to offer. There was a lot of beer and the only edible thing was- got some leftover pizza- he turned to look at you - pepperoni. want some ? I can heat it up if you would like it mor- he would’ve kept rambling if you didn’t cut him off .

- I love pepperoni- you said reassuringly 

-Great- he visibly relaxed.

Honestly you preferred your pizza heated but considering all that has happened you couldn’t care less what kind of a pizza it was. Plus he was obviously worried about not having anything you could eat and you weren’t about to rain on his parade. Especially since he let you spend the night.

-Do you maybe have a shower?- you glanced down at your muddy attire.

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Your showering was interrupted by a knock.

-Im gonna leave some clothes for you in front of the door-

- Oh, right, thanks - you yelled over the water. You put on your underwear and took the pile he left outside. You put on his shirt (which came to half your butt) but the shorts were way to huge for you. 

- Do you have any shorts that are a bit smaller ?- you yelled through the door.

- Umm, let me check - a long pause - yeah , I’ve got nothing, sorry.-

- Its fine - you stepped out in the T-shirt and headed for your pizza 

When you heard his foot steps you turned around and handed him the shorts. His eyes snapped to yours  when you turned, but you noticed his eyes were locked on your legs or maybe it was your butt (couldn’t blame him, your ass was pretty majestic)

You felt your face heat up  -shorts didn’t fit - you gave them to him

- I can see that - he smirked

You turned your attention back to the pizza. 

He sat across you - you seem familiar - 

- well that would probably be due to you meeting me earlier , in the raptor pen, you know where I almost died, I’m a bit offended you forgot - you grinned

- yeah, sorry, you weren’t all that memorable and I save people all the time - he played along 

You stared at him smiling and felt like he was an old friend. He was so relaxed and judgment free.

- Margaritaville -his face lit up - that’s where I saw you- he looked like a puppy who got a treat - you work there, right -

- I do, stalker - you laughed 

- hey, I go there a lot, plus who wouldn’t notice you ? - he said wiggling his eyebrows 

- that’s my cue - you got up and walked towards his bedroom - is that the only bed ?- he was nice and funny but you didn’t trust him that much. You had only met him after all. And considering what had just happened with John you obviously didnt have the best taste in men.

-Yeah, I’ll take the couch, don’t worry about it -

That made you feel bad, but you were really tired and the bed looked so soft.
- you sure its not a problem? - You prayed to all the gods that he would say no.

- the couch is super soft ,you don’t know what you’re missing- your prayers have been answered and you were right. It was the softest bed ever. 

- Good night - you said… you think

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- Rise and shine - your boyfriend said

- I love you but if you say one more word you’re dead- you said turning away.

-Oh,we are on love already are we?- a voice that definitely didnt belong to John said. That did it. You were sitting up trying to find the closest thing you could defend your self against the intruder… only he wasn’t an intruder. If anything you were. One glance at his face and you let out a breath you didn’t remember holding .

- Owen… you scared the shit out of me - you relaxed

- Had to wake you up somehow,-he looked guilty - I didn’t want you to wake up in an empty house. I have to take care of the raptors. There is no food at the moment but I’ll bring it as soon as I’m back - that wasn’t right, he was avoiding your eyes.

- what is it?- 

- what do you mean ?-

- why won’t you look at me ? - you jumped of the bed and ran to the bathroom. You heard him behind you 

- its noth… I just…its not that bad-

You got your answer soon enough. One glance in the mirror made you wanna break it and cry and break something else. Yesterday you only had a couple of cuts, but now the bruising kicked in. You had handprints across your neck, your lip was swollen. The worst was the cheekbone. It had a couple of cuts across it but they were lost in mixture of red and blue and and sickening yellow.  

- not that bad, huh? -you sighed 

-sorry- from the way he looked you would’ve thought he had given them to you.

-Not your fault, if not for you I wouldn’t even have a face to look at.-you splashed water and took a paper towel trying to wash out the dried blood - I probably ruined your sheets- you felt awful. You were so ungrateful

-I couldn’t care less about the sheets- he was still concerned - you sure you’re gonna be fine here on your own, I’m sorry I have to go but hoskins is coming at 10 and by then I need to..- he didn’t finish his thought - but you don’t care about that. I gotta go. Sorry again- 

You cut him off - I’m gonna be fine. Thank you, for everything.- you smiled as he rushed out and got on his motorcycle. He waved as he took off and over the noise you heard something about you being beautiful.

- Dork - you said to no one in particular, chuckling.


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You got a lot of concerned looks, both from the guests and your coworkers. You told one of them what happened and guessed that everyone knew by the end of your shift. At least no one bothered you. Plus your boss gave you a raise for being so determined and not calling sick. What he didn’t know is that you didn’t have much choice. 

You sent John a message yesterday (with the help of Owen) saying he had to pack his things and leave if he didn’t want to face charges (and as Owen added looking smug - his fist -)

The only thing he left was a note:
- good luck paying your bills now, bitch. Like you could afford to sue me. - 

He left the island, and you couldn’t be happier. The only thing was… he was right. You couldn’t afford this house, but it was too far from the margaritas shop anyways. You still had this month to pay hence why you were at work in the first place. You had a couple more days to gather the money and then find another place to live.


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- He is probably home - you thought - why didn’t I text him - you mentally slapped yourself. The raptor paddock wasn’t buzzing with life, but it wasn’t empty like the last time. One of the guys that were on the catwalk walked up to you.

- Can I helped you mam? - he asked eying your bag with bottles of beer. You must’ve looked ridiculous. 

- umm,maybe? Do you know where I can find Owen?- 

For a second terror flashed on his face - sorry mam, but I don’t know whoever this Owen is, but he doesn’t work here - he started going backwards - and I’m sorry if he gave you the wrong number or left while you were sleeping or hurt you in some other way. But if I ever meet him I’ll tell him he is a douche and that he shouldn’t treat women like that.- he smiled reassuringly - now if you could please.

You were lucky it was pitch black outside cause you were certain you were red as a tomato

- No, I’m not… I’m his friend… just a friend. No screwing involved. Are you Barry ? 

He seemed surprised, you weren’t sure if that was because you knew his name or because you weren’t screwing Owen .- I was here yesterday so I know he works here and yeah. - you ended awkwardly 


- well, you did bring beer, so I guess Im letting you pass, here follow me -



- I got beer - you said as you opened the door to Owens office

  - y/n, what are you ? Beer ? - he looked at the bag in your hand - nice. - you sat on the chair opposite him 

- I brought pizza you know- he paused to take a drink - pepperoni, also some ice cream. -another sip- but you were gone 

- I had to go work - you made a grimace at the aftertaste of it - plus I didn’t want to overstay my welcome - 

- you’re always welcome if you bring beer - he wiggled his eyebrows - especially in my bungalow -


You talked for a while, mostly about the raptors. It was easy to tell he loved them. You could imagine him spoiling them with extra meat or cute raptor toys (do those exist?). After that he talked about this guy named hoskins who seemed like a total ass. He wasn’t at all happy about you returning to your house but you reassured him and told him about John leaving the island.

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Tomorrow you came again, a bit later due to some asshat guests. This time you brought two beers for him and a somersby for yourself (you weren’t the biggest fan of beer)

You said hi to Barry(who still looked embarrassed about yesterday) and continued into Owens office.

-I got beer- you said cheerfully. He looked up at you and smiled

- Is this gonna become a tradition?-

- Only if you want it to be- you both drank in silence and for once it wasn’t awkward. You talked about the older couple who wouldn’t stop yelling at each other and everyone around them. You weren’t sure if he was staring cause he was listening or because he wasn’t.

- did you at least spit in their cocktail ?- he asked his eyes gleaming  

- mayhaps I did - you liked it when he laughed. He was one of those people who laughed with their whole body. Doubled over, shoulders rising and falling and slapping himself or sometimes others. You found it refreshing.

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It was pitch black outside and you were all alone . You welcomed the cold breeze, while he checked the time. 

-we got a bit carried away- you followed him to the gate , sat near it and continued talking. 

- you and the raptors didn’t have the best meeting, we should give them something else to remember you for.- he paused - they are probably sleeping no…- before he could finish a raptor emerged from the darkness.  - or not, this is Delta. Delta-he gestured toward you - Y/n

- I remember her, she was the one who didn’t seem as eager to eat me- she cooked its head to the side - I’m grateful for that-

- she is the least hostile, other than Charlie maybe, but Charlie usually gets distracted when hunting. And then there is also Blue -

- the one that was most intent on biting my head off - you interrupted 

- that would be blue. And last but not least we got echo. Blue and her used to fight a lot but they worked it out.- 

- Let’s see if delta is in the mood for petting - you approached the gate slowly. Owen raised his hand to pet her but she moved away. 


- seems like she isn’t - you laughed 

- Craaagh- delta cocked her head again and looked at you. Turning away from Owen she walked over to you and made the same noise… or maybe it was different… you didn’t speak raptor 

- what’s that supposed to mean - you were beyond confused 

- Craaagh - she put her snout thru the gates and touched your arm. 

-What the fu- you flinched backwards and looked at Owen - maybe she wants to eat me after all-
- Cragh
-what is she saying ?-


He looked starstruck- I think she wants YOU to pet her-

You raised your hand slowly and Delta kept her eyes on you.
-please don’t kill me- you whispered as your hand touched her scales. And then she purred ? 

- she likes you - he was impressed - a lot. More than Barry I’d say, and she likes Barry a lot. -

You stood there petting her for a while, mesmerized

 .


- I sold the house- you told him when delta decided to go to sleep -it was too expensive and too big and too far from work.I’m gonna stay in a hotel until all the apartment paperwork is done. I’m gonna roommate with one of my coworkers and the lot is right by margaritas. -

- I have a better proposal - you waited for him to elaborate - there is no way you can book a room this late. So I’ll go ahead and save you the trouble and offer you to stay at my bungalow, my only condition is… that you come to the raptor paddock again tomorrow. What do you say? - he held out a hand for you to shake all dramatically. And to your own surprise you did. 

- Deal -

You couldn’t see much of his face in the darkness but you would bet he was smiling like a toddler.

- well then what are you waiting for- he said jogging over to his motorcycle before you could change your mind -get on,and hold tight -


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3,2,1 GO ! - you yelled in unison as you took a shot. 

- oh, my god that’s nast..-you started 

- no time! Get another one !!! - Owen yelled panic in his eyes.

You were playing a drinking game Owen came up with. Needless to say it wasn’t super smart. You needed to take as many shots as fast as you could. You agreed to it because tequila had already been in your system and you felt like having some more.

- Go, go, go, go!!! - he cheered as you tried to get the tequila into a shot glass and failed 

- How bout we drink from the thingy instead? - you asked your words slurring together

-The bottle?- he asked and laughed at you - well you’re wasted - 

You couldn’t argue with that. He was drunk but you were hammered.
-The bottle it is - you yelled for no reason,you were a loud drunk. 

3,2,1,Gooooo!!!! - it burned your throat but made your soul feel nice. Like cuddling a 100 puppies.

-Do you want to buy puppies ?!- you weren’t sure you could walk so you took hold of his shirt with one hand and his bicep with the other.

- what, now ? - he was extremely hot up close, not that he wasn’t extremely hot from a distance… what were you talking about again ?

- let’s dance - you pushed some buttons on your phone and music came out (how cool is that?!?!?! )

He watched your swaying hips and swallowed, the fact that you were wearing his shirt wasn’t helping, and the fact you weren’t wearing pants definitely wasn’t helping.

-Come on, don’t be a party pooper- you said talking his hand and leading him to “dance”

You tried to teach him tango and salsa and polka but he was just rubbish (it had nothing to do with you falling every .2 seconds) 


- You suck - you said straddling him on the floor (after you fell on him and managed to drag him down with you , but that was obviously his fault) lowering your face to be inches from his you whispered - come catch me - and got up and ran towards what you though was the bedroom but seemed to be the kitchen.

 You heard him groan and say something about how you would be the death of him but payed him no mind. You exited the kitchen only to have Owen wrap his hands around your waist his head on your shoulder - caught you - he whispered and goose bumps ran down your neck.

- good job - you giggled and slipped from his hands and bolted to the bedroom (this time it wasn’t the kitchen ). You threw yourself on his bed and let out a soft moan at the softness. 

You turned around to see Owen standing in the doorway staring at your ass. He looked away quickly and cursed under his breath.

- I’m tired, come sleep with me - you grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bed but not before giggling at his surprised face. - not like that, raptor boy -

He was trying to be a gentleman and keep to his side of the bed but you really wanted cuddles. You turned around and faced him. He looked like he was in pain. 

- cuddle with me? - you put on your best puppy eyes

- you’re drunk - his voice was stern

- and so are you - you challenged

- I’m gonna go sleep on the sofa - before he could get up you grabbed his hand

- please stay. I know I’m drunk, and I get that you don’t like me like that. But just please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone- you let his arm slowly as he laid back down.

- If you want me to stay. I’ll stay - 

You smiled and turned your back towards him.
A hand snaked around your waist - and I do like you like that - he whispered as he pulled you in a tiny bit closer.

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You woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtained windows. You admired the chiseled???? Chest you were lying on. Wait, what ?

You tried to bolt upwards but were stopped by Owens hands holding onto you tightly. Instead you fell right back on his chest.

- what the f- he yelled throwing his hands off you and wincing at the loudness of his own voice. 

-shhhh - you whispered rolling of him and then rubbing your temples - when did you lose the shirt? - you said silently

- I was hot - he said, getting up from the bed slowly - I’m gonna get an aspirin, - he rubbed his temple - you want one -

- more like do I want ten -you grumbled pressing your head deeper into the pillow. You let yourself sneak one last glance at his back and groaned. He would be the death of you. Even tho you couldn’t think straight due to the constant hammering in your head, you knew one thing for certain.

You would be at the raptor paddock tomorrow.

 After all, you did promise.





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Accident Waiting To Happen (e/e)

For tin-the-twin

PromptAn accidental kiss in the back seat of Grantaire’s jeep makes the rest of the summer really awkward.

HERE GOES

……..

Grantaire’s jeep has always been a total hazard to everyone who gets even remotely near it. Parts keep falling off and at this point duck tape is about the only thing holding this particular piece of crap together.

But the whole gang is home from college, at least for the summer, and that old jeep is the only car that they can use without their parents throwing tantrums – the temper stuff, not the drink. So they have to deal with the lack of seats, and how taking a ride in the jeep means that she has to be in the back, usually on someone’s lap.

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Liam Dunbar imagine

“Hey love, may I request a Liam Dunbar imagine based on prompt number 52,53,54 and 150 pls?? I couldnt find your request box so I figured I should just message u instead, is that okay?”
52. “Just pretend to be my date”
53. “I think im in love with you….and im absolutely terrified”
54. “Your lips are so soft i could kiss them all day”
150. “She’s mine.”
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You had just pulled up to school and got out of your green jeep only to be greeted by the one and only scott mcall along with stiles, lydia, kira and liam.

“Hey y/n!” Scott said with his arm wrapped around kira

Looking at him you sighed and turned to face your car slammong the door and locking it

“Noce jeep!” Stiles said as they raced after you

They had wanted you to joing the pack ever since they met you wich was a little bit before scott turned liam into a wolf

“What do you want?!” You whisper shouted as you were pushed into and empty classroom along with the rest of them

“Can you please just join our pack?” Stiles asked as scott closed the door

You rolled your eyes and waved your arms around sighing

“Why?” You asked getting frusterated seeing as you had soccor practice in 15 minutes

“We could really use your help y/n” scott said

“That and we need a new girlfriend” kira said pointing to her and lydia

You closed your eye’s and sighed

“Fine.” You said shrugging

“Please ju- wait what?” Scott said

Stiles and scott looked at you shocked and then turned to each other cheering

You sighed and smiled at the girls as you grabbed your bag

“Yeah ill join the pack, i got to go so ill cya later” you said begging to walk away

“Wait!” Lydia said grabbing you arm and pulling you to look at her

“Liam needs a pretend date for this bar/ party were going to, to catch the beast” she said smiling

“What?!” You asked shocked

“Told you she wouldn’t want to date me even if its pretend” liam whispered to the boys but you ignored it

“I only just joined the pack and your already asking be to fake date people to catch a small beast?” You asked looking at the time

“Please?” Kira and kydia said

You crossed your arms and looked at the sky

“Are you even up there?” You asked jokingly as if speaking to god

Stiles and scott laughed

“Just pretend to be my date” liam said

He moved to stand in front of you with his hands behing his back, he pulled a hand from behing his back to reveal a rose

“Please!?” He asked with the cutest face ever

You sighed and smiled nodding and taking the rose

As soon as your hands touched you felt sparks and you felt your eyes change colour

“Well…uh…cya later..” he said scratching the back of his neck

You smiled and nodded saying goodbye to the rest of them

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It was now 4:36pm and you were currently waiting for liam, stiles and lydia to pick you up in stiles jeep

Hearing a car come up the road you checked to make sure your knee length dress was straight and your heels were clipped on and that you had everything and that your hair was still nicely curled

“Hey!” Lydia said as her and stiles waved and you got in to the back of the jeep only to be meeted by liam on his phone

“Hey!” You said getting his attention as you got in

He gasped and choked a bit as he saw you, his eyes widened

“Hey-hi..you…ah look…um….beautiful..” he stuttered causing you to blish and smile

“Thanks you dont look to bad yourself” you said to him
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“I told you to get a new jeep stiles” lydia said as stiles jeep broke down completely about 20 minuts from your home and 10 minuts near the bar

“We can just walk” you said as you got out of the jeep and started walking

“Go get her” you heard stiles whisper and then someone say ow

“Hey” liam said as he ran up beside you and started walking with you

“Hi!” You said quietly as you walked in a comfortable silance

Seeing the club come up you smirked

“Race ya!” You yelled as you started running, very well in heels, towards the club with liam behind you

“How you doing baby” a guys said as you walked up to the front door 

“Go away” you said as he was Way to old and yuck

“Oh come on babe” he slurred and went to grab your hips

“Shes mine.” You felt liams arms wrap around your waist as he stood beside you showing his blue eltric eye’s scaring the guy away

“Thanks” you blushed and looked at him

For a short moment you looked into his gorgeous eyes and smiled

You were soon interupted by a cough and turned to see scott, stiles, lydia and kira with smirks on their faces

Looking down you noticed liams arms were still around you, Blushing you pushed his arms off you and grabbed the girls and headed inside

“You like her dont you” you heard scott say as him and stiles laugh behind you
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The night was very blury and hazy but you managed to catch the beast and were now walking home with liam escorting you

“So do you live by yourself?” Liam asked after 15 minutes of silance

“Yeah basically, my parents are never home so they decided to give me the house and they have rented out a smaller home” you said as you tucked a stand of hair behind your ear as he nodded

Holding your heels in your hands you continue to walk

You could see your house coming into view and sighed finnaly glad that you could soon lay down

“Would you like to come in and stay the night? My brother has left some clothes that eould fit you” you asked

“Yeah okay” he said as you both walked in

Turning the lights on you smiled and faceplanted the couch

“Oh how ive missed you” you whispered to no one, hearing a laugh you looked up to see liam staning near the door way smiling

“Come with me” you said as you ked him upstairs to your brothers room

“This is my brothers room, wear whatever” you said as you left him to get dressed

Walking into your room you got changed into track pants and a singlet and put your hair in a messy bun

Walking out and into the lounge room you saw liam slouched on the couch with mot top on and just track pants

“Take a picture it will last longer” liam said winking and snapping you out of your trance

“Funny. Want a drink and food?” You asked placing a movie on and walking into the kitchen

Opening the fridge you felt a presence behind you, turning around you saw liam

You were exstreamly close to each other that your lips were almost touching

Brathing in he closed his eyes and placed his lips on yours causing you to melt into them

“Your lips are so soft, i could kiss them all day” liam said as he pulled away

You blushed and looked away and started grabbing drinks and food out of the fridge and sitting them on the bench

Sitting on the bench yourself you looked to liam to see him leaning against the other bench infront of you

Taking a step towards you he stood in between your legs

“Y/n…"he whispered as your forheads were together

"Yes..” you whispered

“I think im in love with you…..and im absolutely terrified” he said softly

“I think….im in love with you too…” you said smiling

Pulling you in he kissed you again

“Be my girlfriend?” He asked

“Yes” you said

Friends with Benefits (Part 1)

Requested by anon:  Stiles imagines just please give me loads of those <33 where you are friends and then shit gets complicated and angsty :/ maybe u start sleeping together but (y/n) can’t handle it without getting feelings for Stiles and he acts a bit like a douche but then fluffy ending

A/N: I decided to break this into two parts, otherwise it would’ve become too long. The first one will be about the smut, the second one the fluffy part, I hope that’s okay! Enjoy! (Requests are open and welcome!)

Warnings: smut!

Originally posted by koyotemalia

„Wanna come over? My dad is doing the night shift. ;)”

That’s what the text message says. A simple statement. Still, you are staring at it and rereading it since ten minutes. Those two sentences have the power to mess you up for good. Your feelings are torn between joyful and dreadful, happy and sad, excited and depressed. Everything has changed between you and Stiles. A few weeks ago, he would have never sent you something like this. Until you were both drunk at this stupid party and it suddenly happened. You had sex. With your best friend. And it was undeniably good. That’s why you made this stupid deal at the end and all at once your everlasting friendship turned into friends with benefits.

Which was not a problem at first. It was fun and you loved this spark of excitement in your life. But you started to enjoy this in a whole other way: you developed feelings for him. Your stomach flutters as soon as you kiss him, your heart beats faster as soon as he embraces you and secretly, you miss those times when you just sat together and talked for hours. Although you are naked now and there are literally no taboos when it comes to closeness, those conversations somehow felt a lot more intimate. Because you knew that he was as much into it as you.

Like you said, everything has changed. People say that in the end one part gets always hurt when friends start to sleep with each other and they are right. Still, you are unable to resist the temptation of carrying on. Mainly because this means that he’s yours, at least for a little while. It’s exactly the same today.

So you answer with a sigh: “Course. I’m gonna bring the black lingerie. ;)”

It’s so easy to pretend in messages.

You get yourself ready and swallow down the guilt and bad feelings while you drive to his house along with this horrible thought that you are not more than a simple booty call for him anymore. As you pull into his driveway, his jeep is the only other vehicle around. His dad’s police car is nowhere to be found. Thank God.

You climb out of the car, feeling nervous and slightly awkward. You always do, it’s just so weird when you know exactly what’s going to happen. However, you force yourself to walk to his front door and you barely knocked as he already opens it with a big grin on his face.

“Hey Y/N!”, he greets you and pulls you into a quick hug. Your heart made a jump as soon as you laid eyes on him and you enjoy this for a moment, this echo from the past. He lets you go far too soon.

“Why’s your dad doing night shift? I thought it’s slow business right now?”, you ask him while he closes the door behind you and you take off your coat. Partly to break the uncomfortable tension that has built up between the two of you as soon as you entered the hallway.

Stiles only shrugs. “They got some case and called him in.”

You turn around to frown at him. “And you stayed at home instead of investigating what it is about?”, you ask incredulously. This is not like the Stiles you know.

“Well, I had to decide between running after him and doing this”, he explains, gesturing towards you. “This seemed a lot more tempting.”

Great. You’ve never been able to distract him from his detective work before, but sex with you obviously does the trick. When did this become so complicated, such an utter mess?

You wanna tell him that but instead you take on a mask and a small smile. “I won’t complain.”

“Yeah…so…let’s go upstairs?”, he suggests insecurely and you nod.

You’ve been in his room a thousand times. To study, to talk, to investigate, whatever. But that hasn’t occurred since you started this chaos. You put your bag on his desk and take a look around, suddenly wishing so hard that you could just do something like that, just be friends again.

“Maybe we could…”

You wanted to say watch a movie or play a videogame, but he doesn’t let you finish the sentence. He overcomes the distance to you and pulls you against him without hesitation before he places one hand on your neck, the other one on your back and kisses you passionately. You could’ve pulled back if you’d been determined enough. But you are not. You’re catching fire as soon as his lips touch yours and although you know that it’s not right, you kiss him back. Even though the feelings you put into it are much more than passion and lust.

You feel Stiles’ smile and this little display of happiness makes your heart flutter with hope. The naive hope that he might return your feelings one day. You stand on your tiptoes, burry your hands in his hair and open your lips in a moan, turning a simple kiss into something more concrete. He’s eager to follow your example, almost lifting you of your feet while doing so. You sink into the sensation. He, his smell and the warmth his body radiates are the only important things, everything else blurs into the background.

Somewhere, in a deep corner of your consciousness, you still wish that you would just talk instead, that he would be interested in spending hours with you instead of your body. But it’s so easy to ignore this.

Especially now, as his hands wander from your back to your waist and slowly, carefully pull up your shirt inch by inch without breaking the kiss. His fingers feel a little cold against your bared skin and you shiver slightly but it’s a pleasant shiver. As it’s high enough, he pulls away, catches his breath and pulls it over your head to toss it into the corner.

You are almost frozen while he softly caresses your cheeks and lets his eyes wander over your upper body. Why does he have to be so gentle, why does the look in his eyes have to be so admiring? That makes this so much harder, but of course he doesn’t know that.

“You are incredibly beautiful”, he states and you blush immediately.

You want to answer something, retort that he just says that because you are naked, but the lump in your throat prohibits that. Stiles rubs your reddened cheeks and smiles lightly before he leans in to seal your lips with his once again.

You both fall onto the bed and his lips now wander from your mouth to your neck. He draws lines of kisses from there to your collarbone which makes you sigh and now you are lost. The last bit of resistance and sense, if they have ever existed, is erased for good. You want him. You hunger for him. And you don’t care if it hurts afterwards.

You run your fingers through his hair, over his neck and tug at his shirt. He understands what you want and stops kissing you for a second to undress himself. While his lips find yours again, you trace his abs with your fingertips and realize satisfied that this simple touch gives him goosebumps.

A grin graces your lips while your pull your arms around his upper body to heave yourself up into a sitting position. You’re eye to eye now. For a moment, you forget everything around you and just sink into his hazel ones. Then you kiss him again heavily before your lips trail to his neck and you suck on his skin. He inhales sharply, leaning his head back in satisfaction. He buries his hands in your hair at first, but soon they wander to your back and with one swift movement, his fingers open your bra. Stiles pulls it over your shoulders and throws it to where your shirt is already lying.

You give back command to him and let him gently push you back onto the mattress. His head hovers over yours for a second and his warm breath tingles your chin. He pecks your lips softy, then they move over your collarbone and down to your breasts. It steals your breath as he starts to work on them and your arch your back in the heated need to be even closer to him. You feel yourself growing wetter by the second and as he starts to suck on your nipples, a moan escapes your lips that obviously turns him on and makes a mischief sparkle appear in his gaze.

You close your eyes, fully focussing on the sensation now. He continues with your breasts for a moment, massages them. Then he spreads kisses over your stomach and further down. You shiver slightly.

He stops and pulls your trousers from your legs, followed by your panties. A heartbeat passes. Then a second one. You wait patiently until his fingers softly trace a cold line from your calves upwards. Anticipation bubbles up inside of you, makes it hard to grasp any logical thought. His fingers get replaced by his lips and again he spreads soft, gentle kisses on your inner thighs. You have to press your lips together to hold back the ecstasy, but as they finally meet your clit, a loud sigh escapes you nevertheless. He licks your core slowly and teasingly, in the best way possible. You are coming closer to your edge while he nearly drives you into oblivion.

But he stops before you reach your orgasm, just how you like it. You never talked about it but he picked that up. And you are so hungry now, so keen on feeling him as close as possible. So much that you even pull him around with a smirk to be on top. Stiles seems surprised for a moment, but it’s a pleasant surprise. He loves that you are taking the lead. And you’re eager to fulfil that role.

Your hands wander directly to his waistband and you get rid of his jeans quickly. You do the same with his boxers with trembling fingers, then you lean forward to his nightstand to get out a condom. Before you return, though, he softly cups your face and pulls you towards his face again to kiss you, almost lovingly. It gives you a sting and you really don’t need that right now, you can’t think about that. So you free yourself from his grip, pull over the condom and slowly let him slip inside of you.

You start to ride him slowly and rhythmical and with every thrust his breathing becomes sharper. His hands find your hips and he grabs them tightly while you get faster. Soon his breathing turns into louder moans and you catch yourself at calling his name repeatedly. You arch backwards, close your eyes and forget everything around you except for this incredible sensation of him inside of you, of this connection between your bodies.

His fingers dig deeper into your skin and your breathing becomes ragged until you are finally send over your edges. You both push out heavy moans as your orgasm sets in and it dwells on for a while, you keep it up as long as possible.

Then your bodies become still and all that’s heard is your panting. You climb down from him and fall into the cushions. Then you stare at the ceiling while the heartbeats pass.

You are keeping silent and all of a sudden all those emotions, that you tried so hard to supress, overcome you. The guilt, the desperation and more than anything the incredible sadness. What has this become? What have you become?

You can’t take it anymore. It hurts too much as soon as it’s over. It destroyed everything and you threaten to cry, that’s why you have to leave immediately. There’s no way you’d cry in front of Stiles.

Therefore you get up from the bed in search for your clothes. Stiles turns around and frowns.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”, he asks you irritated.

“Leaving.” You discover your clothes and dress with trembling fingers.

“You don’t have to leave, you can stay.”

“Why, so you can have a second round?”, you exclaim more heavily than intended.

Now his irritation turns into utter astonishment. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your heart drops. You can’t pretend anymore. You look into his eyes and you are already melting. You are absolutely into him, there is no way to deny this.

“It means that I can’t do this anymore, Stiles. This senseless, emotionless sex. I don’t mean it that way and…I can’t…”

You don’t have to say another word, he already understood. Of course, Stiles is freaking clever. A shadows appears behind his eyes. “Y/N, we had a deal.”

The deal that no emotions will be involved. “Fuck the deal”, you simply state. “I broke it. And I really need to go now.”

You turn on your heels and walk out of the door. Stiles’ expression is stern and he doesn’t follow you. How stupid of you to hope for that. How stupid of you to get your heart broken like this.


Part 2

Being Stiles Stilinski’s Sister would include:

• Family dinner nights that involve take away

• Matching pyjamas would be a possibility 

• And for your birthday he would get you a shirt with his face and the words best brother ever 

• Helping him with the detective work

• Being partners in crime 

• All of his friends are automatically your’s

• And they would refer to you as the better Stilinski which would offend Stiles 

• You and Stiles would pull pranks on Scott all the time

• Being really good friends with Malia and showing her Stiles baby pictures and embarrassing him

• Netflix marathons

• Helping him train for lacrosse and laughing at him when he fails….which is 99.9% of the time

• He’d help you out with your homework when you are having trouble, until he’d get annoyed that you weren’t doing it properly and just do it for you:

“Like this?“ 

“Oh my god, no. Like th- just give it here Y/N.”

“I can do it myself Stiles.”

“Not if you keep going on like that. It’s like watching a train crash repeatedly. How are you even still in school?”

“I love you too bro.”

• Hanging out with the gang all the time and letting out a string of wolf related jokes 

• Lydia would adore dressing you up nicely 

• And Allison would teach you to shoot with a bow claiming that a bat isn’t a proper weapon

• Late night chats with Stiles about everything going on 

•  He would teach you to drive in the Jeep, but only after you bribed him with tickets to see the new Star Wars movie

• Hanging out with Stiles and your dad at the station and having the best conversations over curly fries

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Requested by Anon

Scars - Isaac Lahey Fluff

Feel Good Friday
Not requested

Warning; mention of physical scars such as burns and self harm scratches and cuts (only scars), please read with caution, you are beautiful/handsome and amazing, if you need some support or need someone to vent to, my ask is always open. You are not alone

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You stared into the mirror and just thought. What if…

What if you felt confident for a day? What if you could see the good in you? What if your skin was perfect? What if you were a nice person? What if you could speak louder and be heard? What if you were loved?

“Y/n?” your door creaked open as you pushed your sleeves down your arms and pulled them to cover your hands, turning and forcing a smile onto your face as Isaac stood there silently. You forced the smile to stretch onto your face before he walked over and grabbed your hands. You tried to pull them away, but he squeezed them into his hold before raising them and pressing his lips to your knuckles, eyes locked with yours. “Is everything okay?” he asked you and you swallowed before nodding. You didn’t like lying to you, but it still seemed to work.

“Everything’s fine,” you told him and he smiled before pulling you into his side.

“Then can we go?” he asked as you nodded again and you walked downstairs, slipping your shoes on, sitting out on the front steps, waiting for Stiles. You were going to their lacrosse game, but since Isaac had come back from France he didn’t join the team again. He claimed he wanted some time without it, and rather with you, since after he came back, he confessed his feelings to you, and now he just wanted to focus on his girlfriend. He’d try out next time.

“You guys getting in or what?! I still gotta change!” you looked up from Isaac’s shoulder to Stiles’ blue jeep. You couldn’t help but chuckle before grabbing you boyfriend’s (oh-my-gosh yes, that feels so good to say) hand and pulling him to Roscoe, both of you getting in the back so you could sit together.

You sat with your hand in Isaac’s lap, your head on his shoulder as he kept whispering things to you, making you smile and appreciate every moment you could spend with him as your partner instead of your friend. It allowed him to tell you things he couldn’t when you were just friends, it allowed him to make you feel a lot warmer and jus better about yourself. He knew about how you had felt, and how it had improved since he confessed, but he also knew you were not one hundred percent okay. He stuck around though, because he knew you needed him somehow, even if you didn’t want to admit it. You were independent, a strong person, yet it always felt great when he would tell you sweet things.

“You cold?” Isaac asked as he helped you out of the jeep, seeing you were only wearing one of his thin jumpers, a tee shirt under that.

“Just a little,” you smiled lightly, rubbing your arm to prove your answer to be true.

“Here,” Stiles reached into the back of the jeep and pulled out a thick sweater, handing it over to you before he locked the jeep. “See you later.”

“Good luck!” you and Isaac told him as he raised a hand in the air as thanks before stumbling and then trying to carry on walking as if nothing happened… Oh Stiles…

“Wanna grab a seat?” Isaac asked as you nodded and pulled on the sweater. You walked over to the seats and found on right by Scott’s mum who greeted the two of you with a big, slightly nervous, smile. She was always quite nervous for Scott’s games, she didn’t want to see him hurt, even if he could heal fast.

“He’ll be fine, they’ll win this one, easily,” you smiled to Melissa as she nodded, smiling at you both.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Isaac asked.

“I’m fine,” you nodded. His hand slid up your arm, lightly stroking the inside of your arm with the scars as you looked down, watching his thumb slipping below your sleeves.

“You’re extremely beautiful, you know that?” he asked, kissing your cheek before pulling you into him and nuzzling your neck. “You’re beautiful and I love you, you’re a perfect human being,” he added as you felt warm, the feeling spreading out through your body as it tugged at your lips, making you smile.

“Thanks,” you whispered back and caught his eyes, seeing that he was smiling back at you, content swimming in his eyes, seeing that you were happier, if even only for a few moments.

“I mean it. I’m a fool for not telling you everything earlier,” he told you, only making you smile more. What if you were loved? You are. With all the things you don’t like about yourself, someone did. And that someone was one of the most special people in this world. Thanks to him, you could see good in you. Sure, not everything, but you could see some things. He showed you why he loved you, he showed you why you should love yourself. With him, you were comfortable, and confident. He heard you, he loved your ‘imperfect skin’, he loved it because it was what showed him that you were strong, and he heard you. He helped you be independent, he helped you see the good in you. He helped make those scars disappear.

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