lets go to my house

anonymous asked:

Your swan story just made me think "What if a tiny 4'11 woman saw a transformed swan and was basically all 'please make me ripped too' and ended up building a house by the lake to be with her swan buds. And people keep passing by and thinking she's a swan in human form, and are not prepared for her friends when their wrong"

(I love this idea! I’m trying this new thing where I don’t write 5,000 words and don’t post because it doesn’t have an ending lol. So here’s a short one!)


“I’ll make her my wife!” Samuel declares, slamming his tankard on the bar. The men and women around him groan, but it’s his best friend Otis that speaks.

“You’ve said that everyday for the past week,” Otis says. “Maybe try talking to her first, huh?”

Samuel shakes his head so hard that his hair, tied up with a scrap of leather, comes undone. “We don’t need words. Our eyes met across the lake. The sun lit up her verdant eyes and–”

We fell in love instantly,” the pub choruses. The ladies in the back all take a shot, giggling at their incomprehensible game.

Samuel continues doggedly. “My mother married a frog, and I will marry myself a swan. Fairy tales run in my family, mate, you’ll see.”

“Sure, you drunk bastard,” Otis says and buys him another pint.

Samuel decides that tomorrow, tomorrow he’ll show them all.

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“Good morning,” he calls from the fence line. He swipes his hat from his hand as the young woman turns and tries not to show his nerves. “L-lovely day we’re having, no?”

The young woman blinks at him. She’s small, thin arms and dainty feet with a long, lovely neck. This makes sense, of course, seeing that she is a swan in human form.

Samuel knows that at any moment, his love will invite him in, glad to finally have an excuse to be in his presence just as he is glad to be in hers. It is good that he knows this because the blood is pounding in his ears and he can hardly hear a thing over the thunder of his own heart.

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Honey he left you.

It’s as simple as that, he left you. Because if he cared enough, he would’ve never put himself in a position to lose you; so don’t get fooled by that ‘I’m lost’ or ‘I don’t know what I want’ bullshit - he doesn’t want you, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t hundreds of others that don’t. You deserve better, you deserve the same exact love that you want to give, and maybe even more. You have the rest of your life to fall in love, you don’t need him.

—  c.f. // “what I wish I knew a few months ago”

Sempiternal

i think the phrase “money doesn’t buy happiness” is skewed.

it ought to be that having money does not equate to happiness.

because having money can make you very happy if you buy the right things and experiences and honestly i have no clue where the concept came about that money can’t bring happiness because in this economy??? sorry if wanting to go to an amusement park costs 100 bucks brenda but if that’s what it takes

History- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead and reader have drifted apart, and reader just wants to know why she lost one of her best friends (the requested “holy shit you have a lot of books” prompt)

Warnings: None wow what a shocker

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It was no secret that I loved reading. It ignited a passion in me, the stories I read gave me hope, and faith, they taught me to dream big and always reach for the stars. As cliché as it sounded, reading was my favorite pass time. My parents obviously saw how dedicated I was to literature, and they were proud of my intelligence and my sophisticated and mature personality, which had come from many of the books I had read, so it was no surprise that our home included a personal library for me to lounge in and read.

My parents were very well off when it came to money, especially living in Riverdale and having a decent paying job. We lived in a two-story house in the same neighborhood as the blossoms, although Cheryl and I weren’t any more than friendly neighbors and classmates. I usually kept to myself, having my few friends like Archie Andrews or Betty Cooper. My parents had been friends with theirs for as long as I can remember, which made the three of us close. I was also friends with Veronica Lodge and Kevin Keller.

Jughead Jones and I had a confusing relationship to say the least. We started off as childhood friends, then drifted apart during middle school. Then we grew closer over the summer, after Archie had ditched the road trip, and then he began to distance himself from me again. I didn’t know why, but it irritated me greatly, and it didn’t help that I had become infatuated with the broody teen. I would have done anything to fix whatever happened to our friendship, so when Betty told me Jughead had been having trouble in history class, I jumped at the offer to tutor him, managing to corner him at school.

“Jughead Jones.” I stood behind the boy who was hunched over his locker. He slowly turned to face me, a bored expression on his face.

“That’s me.” He replied, closing his locker door and leaning against it. I straightened my posture, not letting his loose demeanor intimidate me further.

“I know you’re having trouble in history, and lucky for you, we just so happen to have history, so I’m here to help.” I spoke cheerfully, a grin on my face.

“No thanks, I don’t need your charity.” Jughead pushed off the lockers, beginning to walk away.

“Jughead,” I grabbed his arm, turning him back around to face me. I decided to take control of the situation, putting on a brave face.

“It wasn’t an offer. You need the help, and you know it.” I let go of his arm.” Be at my house at 3:30, or retake history, it’s your call.”

With that, I turned on my heel, walking away.

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I paced my living room floor, too nervous to sit or do anything else for that matter. It was 3:31, and I was anxiously wondering if Jughead would come.

Ten minutes later, I heard a knock at my door, and I quickly ran to it, peeking out the window. When I saw Jughead standing there, arms crossed and his backpack on his shoulders, I sighed in relief, thanking my lucky stars he actually came.

I unlocked the bolt, opening the door and nodding my head to greet him. Jughead stepped inside, looking around at the hallway of my home. After a moment, I cleared my throat to catch his attention before leading him to the dining room table. I had already grabbed a few history books from the library, setting them neatly on the table.

“Would you like something to drink? We have water, sweet tea, soda….”

“Do you have root beer?” He asked, his attention already on one of the history books that sat on the table.

“Jughead Jones, I’m personally offended that you would ask me such a question.” I remarked, trying to lighten the mood. I saw a ghost of a smile flash across his face, and grinned to myself, happy that I had gotten something out of him. I grabbed a root beer from the fridge, walking over to him and handing him the bottle before sitting down next to him.

We had gotten an hour and a half in to tutoring, and I had been helping jughead with all the key things he would need to know for our midterm. Jughead had mostly been quiet, not saying much more than the answers to the questions. I gave up on trying to rekindle whatever friendship there was left. I just didn’t understand what I had done wrong, and it bothered me greatly.

“Ok, that’s it for today.” I stood up, collecting the history books in my arms.” I think you’re more than prepared for the test.” I walked out of the room, making my way to the library and swinging the door open. I walked over to the little nonfiction section I had assigned, putting the books back in alphabetical order.

“Holy shit.” I swung around, turning to see Jughead standing at the door.” That’s a lot of books.”

“Yeah.” I agreed, blushing lightly.” My mom and dad helped me make it when we moved in here. It’s my favorite room.” I turned my attention back to Jughead, who seemed to be fixated on one of the shelves, his fingers running across the spines of the books gently. After a moment or so, I broke the silence, uttering the question I had been wanting to ask for the longest time.

“What happened between us?” Jughead’s attention snapped back towards me, a sad look on his face.” Did I do something wrong? Why aren’t we friends anymore, Jughead? If it’s because of me – “

“It wasn’t you, y/n.” Jughead sighed, stepping towards me.” Trust me, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Jughead dropped his head, finding the ground more interesting.

“Then what happened?” I questioned, looking at him expectantly. Jughead looked up, his eyes locking with mine. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to say, but couldn’t. I sighed, looking away from him.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, I’m sorry for binging it up, I just wanted to know wh-“ I was cut off when Jughead cupped my face, turning me to look back at him. His hands stayed there for a moment, thumbs brushing against my cheekbones lightly, before he closed the distance between us, kissing me softly. My hands gripped Jughead’s wrists, not knowing where else to go.

After a moment, Jughead moved his hands, opting to wrap his arms around my waist instead. My arms went around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip. Jughead and I finally broke apart, eyes locking again.

“That’s why.” Jughead spoke, voice cracking a bit. We both let out a breathy laugh, smiling as we realized we both had mutual feelings.

“You idiot. We could have been doing this a long time ago.” I shook my head, pushing him down by the back of his neck to kiss me again.

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I never try to think about legacy and being remembered. For me, if I could live a good life now, if I can do the things that bring me joy, if I can enjoy my children and enjoy the weather or whatever it might be….that is LOVE and that is my life. -Diana Ross

I really admired [Diane]. In her I found a missing part of myself, a more aggressive side I could never express comfortably. Diane was a wonderful friend. I would be sitting around doing nothing in particular, and Diane would come over to my house, grab my arm and say, “Lets go!” -Mary Wilson

My mom had beautiful clothes; my mom is elegant; my mom is glamorous. But my mom is also really real, and I grew up with a mother who had babies crawling on her head and spitting up on her when she was wearing gorgeous, expensive things, and it was never an issue. -Tracee Ellis Ross

Happy Birthday, Diana Ross | March 26, 1944 

I Just Want You All To Myself Tate Langdon x Reader

Words: 3,213

Request: @multihxe :Could you do a Tate imagine where he gets jealous because y/n was having a study session with some boy from school and the boy was getting a little too close to her??

Description: You invite a boy over to study and it starts going south, espcially with Tate.

Author’s Note: @multihxe I hope this is what you wanted!! I apologize if it is far from ehat you wanted! Requests are open! Enjoy reading. XOXO

2011

I had just moved to the infamous Murder House in Los Angeles, California, a couple months ago. It wasn’t as bad as I thought moving across the country and starting brand new. The reason why my family and I moved was because my dad had an affair on my mom. My mom isn’t happy. I know that is because anytime my dad tries to hold her hand she takes her hand away from his. Also if he enters the room she has to be at the other side of the room so that there isn’t any arguments. I just don’t get why they don’t just get a divorce. I mean seriously they are both unhappy in their marriage. Even though my mom still says they love each other. I could actually care less. i have someone in my life who loves and cares for me. His name is Tate Langdon. He is one of my dad’s patients. My dad is a psychiatrist. I didn’t really care if he was crazy. At least he is seeking help to get better. It was all really fate how we met. I was just walking downstairs and I bumped into him while going to the kitchen. It was awkward it was just us staring into our eyes. He then broke  the tension by laughing. I muttered a ‘Sorry’ and he said ‘Don’t me.’ I guess what they say is true. Love at first sight is real, well for me and Tate that is. There was something wrong with Tate though. The thing is that he is dead. I don’t care though. He admitted to all the wrong things he has done and I couldn’t be happier.

Originally posted by a-sky-full-of-stars-x

Anyways I was at school at Westfield and was getting my books to go to my next class. I closed my locker shut. When I did there was a jock right behind where the locker was.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jacob said.

“Hi Jacob. Would you mind getting out of the way for me to go to my next class.” I said while rolling my eyes.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that (Y/N). I just want to talk!” He said.

“What do you want to talk about? You better talk fast because you have thirty seconds.” I said.

“Okay well you know that big science test we have?” I shook my head yes.”Well I was wondering if maybe I could go to your house and we could have a study session? Maybe you could help me ace it?” He asked.

“Okay. Meet me at my house at four, okay?” I said not really wanting to let him come over.

“Thanks (Y/N)! You’re the best!” Jacob goes to kiss my cheek but I put my hand infront of my face before he could. 

“Sorry but none of that!” I said then he awkwardly left. I went to my last period of the day, Science. Jacob was staring at me the whole time during class. “How am I supposed to help him study if he isn’t paying attention at all?” I mentally groaned. The bell rung and I rushed to get out of the classroom before Jacob could approach me. I arrived at my locker and I grabbed my science textbook and notes to help me study with Jacob. I quickly packed it in my backpack and I ran out the school doors before Jacob could once again approach me. I walk to my car and unlock it. I got in and drove to my house. I quickly got out of my car seeing that both my parents were still out of town for a day trip. I rushed inside to see what time it was and it was three fifteen. I let a sigh out of my mouth as I knew that Jacob wasn’t going to be here soon. 

“Hey babe!” Tate said. His voice startled me and I jumped landing in strong arms knowing that it was Tate. 

“Hey!” I said and turned around in his arms to see his face. He let go of the frip he had on me and put his arms around my waist while I put my hands on both of his cheeks. “I missed you so much today Tate. Why do you have to be isolated here?” I whined.

“I don’t know but it is worth it to see you come home and be able to be with you as soon as possible. I missed you too.” He said then kissed my forehead. He brought his face closer to mine and I stepped on my tippy toes and kissed him. We had a little make out session in the kitchen but I didn’t care. There was no one there to see it.  I broke apart and went to look at the kitchen timer and saw that it was three fifty-eight.

“Oh my gosh! Tate you have got to disappear like now!” I said.

“Why whats going on? Are your parents here?” Tate asked.

“No. I have a friend coming over for a study session.” I said.

“So? I would love to meet them. I think it is about time that you tell your friends that you have a boyfriend.” Tate said.

“Yeah and then whta would happen if they wanted a double date and NOT on Halloween, huh?” I said.

“And that is why you are the smart one in this relationship.” He said.

“Tate, can you PLEASE just disappear?” I begged.

“Okay. I love you” He said.

“I love you too.”I smiled and pecked his lips but then he grabbed my neck and started kissing me more.

“TATE!” I said by being muffled by his lips on mine.

“Okay fine. Bye.” He smiled and said.

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Then I blinked my eyes and he was gone. I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed to answer it.

“Hi Jacob.” I said while letting him in.

“Hi (Y/N)! How are you today?” Jacob said and smiled cheekly.

“Are we ready to study?” I said wanting to get this study session over with. 

“Yep.” Jacob responded.

“Alright. Follow me.” I said. I closed and locked the door and we walked up my staircase to my room. “Here you can set your bookbag next to my desk on the right.” I said.

“Okay!” He said while putting his bookbag down. I pointed to the two chairs at my desk as saying to sit down here. Jacob did but only after he pulled my chair out. 

“Oh, thanks.” I said while sitting down.

“Anything for the lady.” He said. I mentally prayed hoping Tate wasn’t lurking in the corner watching all of what was happening. Little did I know that that was exactly happening. I soon let that thought slip my mind  and that was the worst thing to do. I saw Jacob looking through his bookbag over and over again.

“What is wrong?” I asked.

“I might have accidentally left my science stuff in my locker.” He said looking down embarrased.

“Okay. I guess we will just have to share.” I said 

“Okay. Sorry.” He said.

“It’s fine.” I said. I started to read section by section. When I was done with a paragraph I would ask him if I needed to explain anything to him and he would usually say yes.

“Can I say something before you continue reading?” He asked.

“Sure.” I said not sure of what he was going to say.

“You are really cute when you are explaining this stuff to me.” He said.

“Um, I think you should know that I have a boyfriend.” I said.

“Well he isn’t here so that means I can do this.” He said.

“That means you can do w—” I tried to ask but his lips met mine and struggled to pull him away from me. He put his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. I couldn’t escape. I started to kiss back. We parted and started to kiss again. My thoughts soon interrupted me. ‘(Y/N)! Are you kidding me? YOU HAVE TATE! STOP KISSING JACOB NOW!’

“Stop! I shouldn’t be doing this. I think it is a good thing for you to leave now.” I said standing up and taking charge.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He said.

“No! I have a boyfriend! That I am happily with!” I said. Jacob stood up and started approaching me.

“Oh come on don’t be like that!” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. We were just inches apart when Tate barged in the door.

“HEY! HANDS OFF OF HER!” Tate yelled. Everything happened so fast. The next thing I know is Jacob is on the ground with Tate on top of him, beating Jacob to a pulp.

“TATE! STOP!” I yelled making Tate stop and look at me.”Run Jacob!” JAcob got up and ran for his life and I heard the front door slam shut and let out the breath I was holding.

“Tate! Why did you do that?” I asked yelling.

“He had his hands all over you! I wasn’t going to let him touch you like that!”

“Yes but I had it undercontrol! I was going to stop him until you barged in and trampled him!” I said.

“YOU DID NOT HAVE IT UNDERCONTROL!” He yelled.

“I DID! IF YOU WOULD HAVE WAITED JUST FOR A COUPLE SECONDS! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO JEALOUS?” I yelled.

“I AM NOT JEALOUS!” Tate said.

“YOU SO ARE! When my guy friend came over here you lurked in the corner and when he just reached over me you started yelling your head off at him. It’s like if a guy just looked at me then you would kill him!” I said.

“Oh I’m sorry that I can’t be protective of my GIRLFRIEND!” 

“WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS NOT PROTECTION, IT IS JUST YOU GETTING JEALOUS!” I yelled.

“I JUST LOVE YOU! Is that a crime?” He yelled but then started to cry. “I just love you!” Then he started to cry even harder. Then it made me cry.

Originally posted by paradise-broken

“Yes but what you do isn’t what I want. I don’t want to become your…property.” I said with my voice being choked up.

“Then what are you going to do then (Y/N)?” He said.

“I’m going to do something I never dreamed of.” I said while crying and shutting my eyes.

“No please (Y/N). Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.” He pleaded.

“Go away.” I whispered with my eyes shut. When I gained confidence I said it again but louder.”GO AWAY!” I yelled. I opened my eyes adn i didn’t see Tate anymore. I collapsed to the ground and tried to keep my body from shaking.

Originally posted by nxtafraidtofly

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I love you.” Tate said but I couldn’t hear it. 

The next few days were awful. I didn’t have anything to look forward to when I came home. But i still didn’t want to see him. I want to wait for a little bit. I want him to rethink what he is doing that made me do this to him. My parents started to travel more without me. I was just home alone moping wanting to feel him around me but I knew that it was to early. I was doing this to save our relationship and maybe start again or begin where we left off.

October, Four Months After

I think I am going to let Tate back into my life now. I walked around my house on October 7 calling out his name. I went to the basement.

“Tate? I’m ready now. I’m ready to pick up our relationship. I miss you too much.” I said while walking around. I finally saw him come out of the shadows and I started to cry when I saw his tear stained face with a tear trickiling down.

Originally posted by n-e-v-e-r-m-0-r-3

“(Y/N). Is that you? Really you?” Tate asked.

“Yes baby its really me.” I said. I start running towards him and he picks me up and twirls me around. “I missed you so much. I am sorry for doing that to you but I had to let you know what you were doing and how it bothered me.” I said letting him know the reason.

“I know the time you spent away from me allowed me to think about what was wrong with me. What I was doing wasn’t love it was crazy obsession jealousy. I am so sorry.” He said.

“It’s okay. I forgive. I thank you for protecting me Tate. I love you.” I pulled away from the embrace we found ourselves in.

Originally posted by un--creative

“I love you (Y/N). I care about your feelings more than mine and I am thankful that you gave me a wake up call if I continued what I was doing.” Tate said. I pulled his neck down to mine and we kissed. We kissed for a long time and it was full of passion and longing for each other.

After that day everything was back to normal. It was the day before Halloween and Tate had told me to go downstairs to the basement. I did.

“Tate?” I said and then turned to walk facing away from the stairs. I turned around I was met with a man in a black suit. “TATE!” I yelled backing away but the man just started walking towards me. “TATE!” I was pressed against the staircase as the man was infront of me pressed against me. All of a sudden I heard him laughing. He unzipped his cap and it was Tate.

“YOU JERK!” I yelled and pushed him.

“I scared you.” He teased.

“Did not.” He then leaned closer to my head and we kissed. 

“I really didn’t scare you?” he said as we pulled apart.

“I said no. When are we going to go on a real date?” I asked.

“On Halloween. That’s the only day of the year where I am allowed out of this house.”

“Okay!” I said and pecked his cheek. “What did you want me to come down here.” I asked.

“Oh right! I got you this rose.” Tate said as he handed it to me. I gladly took it. “I painted it black, I know how you don’t like normal things.”

Originally posted by rainbowsnowlight

“I think this is the sweetest thing that a boy has ever done for me. Thank you.” I stood on my tippy toes and kissed on the lips. We broke apart. “Is that it? I have to go back to do my homework if thats all.”

“Yes thats it. I love you.” 

“I love you too. See you tomorrow for our date.” I winked and started to walk upstairs to my bedroom. 

Halloween Night

Tonight is when Tate and I were going to go on our date. I got ready for it. I didn’t know where we were going but I knew that anything was going to be perfect with him. A knock came on my door and I opened it to see Tate.

“Are you ready for our date?” He asked.

“Of course I am! Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere that I loved to go when I was in high school, where i could let all the stress free from my head when times got tough.” 

“Okay! Do I need to bring anything extra?”

“Nope. If it gets cold you have me to warm you up.” He warmly smiled. We exited the house and started to walk. It was a good fifteen minute walk and then we reached our destination, the beach. We walked over to the lifeguard booth and I sat down on a concrete wall. When I had just sat down I felt my phone buzzing. I took out my phone and I saw that it was my mom calling. 

“(Y/N) where are you?” my mom said frantically.

“I’m just hanging with friends.” I said and looked where Tate was and he was fooling around on the lifeguard ‘porch’. “I’m sorry i should have called or left a note. Is this the part where you make me come home?” I said praying it wasn’t.

“Are you safe?”

“I swear.” 

“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah.”

“Was there anything that happened while we were gone?”

“There was some banging but I think it was just some little kids playing a prank.” I felt something on my neck and I realized that it was Tate.

“I want you home in an hour.”

“Okay. All right. Bye.” I tried to hang up quickly so I could spend more time with Tate. I finally hung up.

“Who was that?” Tate asked and stopped kissing my neck.

“My mom.” I smiled.

“Oh.” He said. Then he leaned closer to me and kissed me. We pulled apart and we walked down to the beach. When we reached the sand I layed down and he got on top of me and started kissing me again.

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We eventually stopped not wanting to get any further. He sat up with me and put his arm around me. He got up and light a fire. Then he returned and sat next to me, pulling me close. I rested my head against his.

“I used to come here when the world would close in and got so small I couldn’t breathe. I’d used to look out in the ocean and think, ‘Yo, scum bag, high school counts for jack. Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, De Niro, Pacino.” I looked at him as he turned his head to look at me. “All high school dropouts. I hated high school.  So I’d come out here and I’d look at this vast, limitless exspanse. And it’s like, thats your life, man. You can do anything. You can be anything. Screw high school. That’s…that’s just a blip in your timeline. Don’t get stuck there.” He looked at me and I leaned my head on his.

“Very knowledgable Tate. I love you.” I looked at him and kissed him.

“I love you too.” He said when we pulled apart. 

“Tate, can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Anything.” Tate responded.

“Why would you get so jealous?” I said with my head leaning in his. He took in a deep breath.

“I would get so jealous because I saw what it did to my parents when my dad didn’t care. When he would just let go. They were so much in love until he stopped caring. I didn’t want that to happen to us. I love you too much but to be completley honest it was because I just want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you. I want you to be with me and only me.” He said and then kissed me deeply.

“I understand Tate. I don’t want that to happen to us either. I will love you forever.”

“I will too.” 

That night was filled with love. I didn’t want whatever happened to Tate’s parents to happen to us.  I wouldn’t allow that but I understand why he reacted that way and I can’t say I blame him. I will spend forever with him. No. Matter. What.

Originally posted by dreamer-with-nightmares

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haha im horrible i changed my mind again omg im gonna play with this lil bean so meet buttercup! shes an up n comin dj tearin up the san myshuno scene

Little Hale

Fandom: Teen Wolf  

Pairing: Peter Hale x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 988

A/N: I’m in my Peters feels currently, soo this is what happened. Let me know if you like it, and want a Part 2 (Telling the Pack about them, or going into Labor)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Part 2 //


“So you’re pregnant,” Lydia said slowly, as I continued to pace in my room, “and it’s Peter Hales child.”


“Yes,” I replied, nervously biting my nails.


“I didn’t even realized you guys were together,” She confessed, sinking into my bed.

“That’s the thing, we aren’t. I mean, I don’t think we are anyways,” I finally stopped pacing, and sat down next to Lydia, who grabbed my hand and squeezed it, “It wasn’t suppose to be like this.”


“What do you mean, Y/N?” Lydia asked, confused.


“It was only suppose to be training, Lyds,” I whispered.


“You fell for him.” She stated simply.


“I did,” I whimpered as she gripped my hand tighter, “and I have no idea how he feels. Somedays it feels like he could have the same feelings, but then the other days, I just feel like a booty call.”


“Doll,” She cooed, pulling me into a hug.


“I have no idea what I’m going to do,” I told the strawberry blonde honestly as our phones went off.


“We will figure it out,” Lydia tried to soothed me, but it really didn’t help. She checked her phone, as I did to mine. I had a text from Scott.


Emergency pack meeting @ Dereks’ loft in 20


“Scott text you too?” I asked my best friend, as we put our phones away.


“Yup,” She stood up from my bed, pulling me with her, “Let’s head out.”


Before leaving my house, I grabbed my jean jacket, and threw it on over my black tank top. We quickly left toward Lydias’ car, and took off as soon as we were buckled in.


“Are you planning on telling Peter?” Lydia questioned.


“I don’t know,” I replied, “I really have no idea how he’s going to react. I mean, I don’t even know what we are.”


“He acts different around you,” She admitted, earning a confused look from me, “He’s really protective over you, and constantly flirting with you, and he always gives any guy a death look when they flirt with you.”


“What if he doesn’t want a family with me?” I asked her worried, biting my lip.


“Then he’s crazy,” Lydia said strongly, as we pulled up to the loft. Walking inside, we noticed everyone was already there, including Peter. I decided that I would ignore him for now, until I can decide on what will happen.


I took my seat in between Lydia, and Malia, and the meeting started right then.


* 45 Minutes Later *


As the meeting went on, I started to feel more even more nauseous than before. I began breathing heavily as I tried to calm myself, and get rid of the nausea but nothing was working. I saw Lydia send me a look of concern, right before I ducked my head in between my legs.


“Are you okay, Y/N?” asked a very concerned Scott, but I just shook my head, still breathing deeply.


“Move!” Lydia ordered, and I looked up to see her placing a bucket in front of me. I didn’t even feel her get up, but that didn’t matter because the minute the bucket was in front of me, Lydia grabbed my hair and I started puking.


“I’m sorry,” I muttered, wiping my mouth and sitting up as Lydia disappeared with the bucket. The whole pack was looking at me in worry, considering us werewolves don’t get sick.


“Don’t be sorry,” Scott shook his head, “We should take you to Deaton.”


“No!” I said frantically, earning looks from the pack, “I mean, I’m sure I probably just ate something bad. I should probably just go home and rest.”


“Mm-hmm,” Derek nodded his head, obviously unconvinced, “Peter will take Y/N home. If you aren’t better in the morning, you’re going to Deatons’, okay?”


“Yes, sir,” I mock-saluted the man I consider a close friend. He just chuckled at me, as I grabbed Peters’ awaiting arm, and we headed out to his car. Peter opened the passenger door for me, and I climbed in the car, and buckled in.


My fingers were laced with Peters, as he drove me home silently. I bit my lip as we finally pulled up to my house, and Peter finally let go of my hand to get out. He opened my door, helped me out, and walked me to my front door.

“Peter,” I hesitated, “Can we talk?”


At the nodd of his head, I grabbed his hand and led him inside toward the couch, where we sat.


“Are you okay?” He asked, “You’re heart is beating out of control.”


“I - I don’t know how to tell you this,” I mumbled, making Peter confused even more, “Please just listen carefully.”


As we sat in silence for a couple minutes, Peters’ eyes suddenly widened, and I knew he heard the second heartbeat.


“Wh - why do I hear two heartbeats? Are you pregnant?” He asked, although it sounded like he already knew the answer to his question.


“Yes, I just found out this morning with Lydia,” I mumbled, looking down and messing with my fingers. I felt Peter get off the couch, and I had the urge to cry, thinking he was going to leave. Instead, he forced apart of legs, and knelt in between them, placing his hands on my flat stomach, which would change very soon.


“There’s a Little Hale in there?” Peter motioned to my stomach, as I looked up to see him holding a smile on his gorgeous face.


“Yes there is,” I let out a breathe as he kissed my stomach, before moving up and kissing me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him as he buried himself into my chest, kissing his forehead.


“We’re having a family,” Peter mumbled into my chest, kissing my stomach once again, and I smiled. 

We’re having a family.

2

“I think one thing I’ve taken from acting is that if you have an environment that helps you, it can change your life. It can change your outlook; it can make you happy or make you fantasize. I’ve always felt that because I use my imagination in my work life. As you grow up, you often forget it. But we have to live with imagination. It’s a gift, and I try to teach my children to live with imagination. You don’t have to let go of it just because you’ve grown up. My house looks as if it should be in a book, frankly, or should be in a make-believe land.”

Simple Man (Part 3)

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Summary: Reader and Dean might finally be starting to get along?…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Last part later today!…


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Two's Company - Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

I usually don’t do summaries on my imagines but I feel like this needs one. Stiles and Y/N find out that she’s expecting.

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

You’d lost your virginity to Stiles. It was your one year anniversary and you’d been planning it. You knew he wasn’t a virgin and that didn’t bother you, and it didn’t bother him that you were a virgin. It went about the way you’d expect your first time to go, it wasn’t great but it was special. Had you used protection? You couldn’t remember. Did you use protection the last times you two had sex? You remember you did at least once.

“Y/N..?” Scott approaches you at your locker.

“Hey, Scott.” You smile as you grab your books.

“Can I talk to you?” He asks awkwardly.

You grab Stiles’ jacket from the hook in your locker and you put it on before closing it. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Follow me.” He was acting weird. You followed him behind the stairs and he scratched the back of his neck.

“You and Stiles have uh…had sex right?”

You look at him oddly. “He told you didn’t he? I told him not to make it a big deal..” You blush.

“Yeah, he told me.” He chuckles. “Did you guys…cover up?”

“Why?” You look up at him.

“Just tell me.” He says.

“Why, Scott?” You push.

“Y/N, just please answer the question!” He yells and you step back from him.

“I don’t remember. There. I answered your incredibly invasive and unnecessary question.” You spin on your heel and start to walk away.

Scott grabs your arm. “Y/N, I think you’re pregnant.”

You stop dead in your tracks. When was your last period? You think back, counting on your fingers. You hadn’t even noticed when it didn’t come. You turn to face Scott. “What do you mean?”

“I…hear two heartbeats.” He extends his hand towards your stomach. “May I?” You nod, in shock. He places his hand on your stomach, biting his lip. “Y/N…I’m sorry.”

You shake your head fiercely. “No. It’s not true.” Scott looks at you, biting his lip. “Scott, you’re lying.”

He looks at his feet. “I’m sorry. I just…I’d tell Stiles soon.”

You let out a big breath, running up the stairs to your first period class.

Thoughts run through your head. Is this why you’d been stealing all of Stiles’ clothes? You’d noticed your clothes were a bit tight so you’d been wearing your boyfriend’s things. Is this why you’ve cried so much? Is this why you’ve thrown up? You’d thought you’d had the stomach flu. Is this why-

“Hey, babe.” Stiles interrupts your thoughts and you jump a bit. He kisses your cheek as you sit beside him.

“I-uh..hey.” You say quietly.

He drums his fingers on his desk. “I was thinking we could go to the drive-in theater tonight. I know you said you’d never been.” He smiles at you, planning your weekly Wednesday night date.

“That..that works, yeah.” You look at your hands.

“You okay?” He leans over and rubs your back.

“I’m fine.” You give a small smile. “I’m just nervous about the test fifth hour.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess we should’ve actually studied when you came over yesterday.” He chuckles.

You just smile and look up at the teacher.

At the end of class you leave quickly, trying to beat Stiles.

You make your way through the day, only speaking when necessary. By the end of the day you’ve decided against telling Stiles immediately.

“Hey, Y/N. You coming watch to lacrosse practice?” Kira asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” You nod and she heads outside to the field. You follow soon after, sitting in the bleachers with your friends.

Your eyes land on Scott and Stiles talking, it looks serious.

STILES’ POV

“I wanted to wait for Y/N to tell you but I don’t think she will.”

“Scott what the hell are you talking about?”

“Stiles, Y/N is pregnant.”

“I don’t believe you. She would’ve told me.”

Scott shakes his head. “I’m sorry man.”

Y/N’S POV

You spot Stiles headed your way. He grabs your arm. “We need to talk.” You stand up and he leads you to the locker room. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks.

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re pregnant, Y/N! What the hell else?” He shouts and you flinch. “Babe, I’m sorry. I’m just…” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me, and I just..I’m freaked out.”

“You don’t think that I’m freaked out? Stiles, Scott told me this morning. I haven’t even taken a test, he just said he heard two heartbeats! I could have an arrhythmia for all he knows!”

“My dad won’t be home for awhile…lets go back to my house and we’ll take a test.”

You scoff. “And it won’t be suspicious for the sheriff’s son or his son’s girlfriend to pick up a pregnancy test.

He rubs your arm. “I’ll ask Scott to get it.”

“No! Scott’s done enough.”

“Babe…” Stiles looks at you.

“No. He didn’t even give me a day to tell you. He’s gone too far. I’ll ask Lydia.”

You walk out of the locker room and text Lydia. When she gets there you look at her, biting your lip. “Can I ask you a huge favor?” You ask.

“What’s up?” She smiles.

“Will you go get me a pregnancy test?” Stiles comes out of the locker room and stands behind you.

Her mouth drops. “A pregnancy test?”

You nod and sigh.

“Of course.” She rubs your arm. “It’s no problem.”

“Thank you for not making this a big deal.” You smile. “Meet us back at Stiles’?” She nods and takes off.

Stiles kisses your head. “Let’s go.”

You get to Stiles’ a few minutes before Lydia. She hands you the test and she smiles. “I’ll leave. Just call and let me know okay?”

You hug her. “Thank you so much.” She leaves and you run to the bathroom, taking the test. You cap it and sit it on the counter, walking into Stiles’ room.

“What’s it say?” He asks nervously.

You shrug. “I have to wait two minutes. I set a timer.” You show him the timer on your phone. You sit on his bed, playing with your hands. You glance at your phone? It has 10 seconds left. You stand up and bite your lip. 8 seconds. You start to walk towards the bathroom. 6 seconds. Stiles follows you, holding your hand, 3 seconds. You exchange a look and Stiles nods. 1 second. The alarm goes off and you sigh.

“I’ll stay here.” He whispers and you enter the bathroom.

You uncap the test and read it, a loud sob falling from your lips, you slide down the counter, crying.

Stiles runs into the bathroom and looks at the test on the ground. “Babe…” He whispers. He sits beside you and pulls you onto his lap. You bury your face in his neck, crying loudly. He rocks with you and kisses your forehead. “We can do this, y'know.” He whispers.

You hit his chest. “Don’t act like this is okay! You’re leaving next semester! You get to go to college you get to do big things! I’ll be stuck with a baby! So don’t you dare act like this will be okay.” You stand up and wipe your eyes, leaving his room and going downstairs.

He runs after you, chasing you down the stairs. “Babe, please!” He pulls you into his arms and sits his head on top of yours.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. “I don’t think I can do this.”

Marry Me (Hamiltime Peggy/Reader)

Summary: You were eight years old the first time Peggy Schuyler asked you to marry her. Life is never quite the same after that.

Note: Write-a-thon Day 2! I’ve never written Peggy before, so here’s hoping it’s okay! This is quick and fluffy. Canon-era.

Rating: G

Word Count: 1724

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