look who remembered she had a list of requests in her drafts

catatonicparasomnia  asked:

what's your list of fav bellarke fan fiction????

im currently bitter bc i basically had this finished but tumblr decided to have a glitch and delete it all. anyway, here’s round 2 

cause i got you, and now that’s all that matters by @marauders-groupie

lana is beautiful and so is this fic. i think my tag for it was just a bunch of exclamation points which basically means that i’ll be in love with it forever and never be able to properly use words when talking about it. 

Clarke gets dirt stuck under her nails, Bellamy always keeps books at hand, they are both a mess but somewhere between throwing tomatoes at each other and hiding, they fall in love.

Or: Bellarke in the countryside.

Prompt: Imagine Bellarke in Modern AU. With Sunday brunches on the back porch and whispered I love yous when no one else is listening.

aphelion by @kindclaws

with the possibility of coming across as too much, let me just say that there are few people who have stolen my heart in the degree that Sara has. That being said, even if I didn’t love her to the moon and back, I would still be able to see beautiful talent, and that is definitely something that my dear friend has. So here’s the short summary of my latest obsession of hers: 

It’s been two years since the spaceship Aphelion mysteriously disappeared, its crew branded by the ARK as traitors to be shot on sight. Jake Griffin was on that ship, and with him, a dangerous secret that could change civilized space forever.

Now, Clarke wants some answers - and revenge, if she can get it. Bellamy wants a bigger ship - specifically, Clarke’s. Wells wants to fix the system his father broke. Octavia wants a little fun. Miller wants everyone to stop making poor life choices. Harper wants to kiss the new girl. And Raven? Well, Raven just wants to blow shit up.

The universe won’t know what’s hit it. (Space pirates AU!)

Sent and Delivered by @clarkescrusade

Listen. I love social media aus, nerdy!Bellamy and thirsty!Clarke. Thankfully this fic has a little of all that. It also has adorable fanboy Jas and that’s also a plus for me. This one has stayed with me since the night i read it, so it’s def up there on my faves list. 

Clarke is pretty sure Bellamy is the hottest lyft driver she’s ever had, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s a pretty great conversationalist, too. When she finds out him and Raven used to work together, it feels natural to become friends. She just never thought they’d get along quite so well, or that their lives would come together so easily, or that she’d fall madly in love with him. But that’s life.

aka: a social media au incorporating text messages, snapchats, tweets, and instagrams that definitely no one asked for.

You’re Cool On The Internet, At Least by @prosciuttoe

Once again, SOCIAL MEDIA AU. They meet on facebook and yeah. this is hella cute. I love it. Also, anything Em writes is magic, so please read this and give her the love and adoration she deserves. 

Look, Clarke will not dwell on this. She will not get flustered just because a possibly cute guy on Facebook apparently shares her views on what constitutes a terrible person.

Ten minutes later, her phone gives a short, irritated buzz; startling her enough that she jumps.

Biting at the inside of her cheek, she allows herself a quick peek.

Friend request from Bellamy Blake.

Clarke has no idea how she manages to develop a crush on a guy who won’t stop fighting everyone on Facebook, but here they are.

(Or: Clarke meets Bellamy on Facebook. They hit it off.)

neither lost nor found by awildthing 

other than social media au, my weakness is modern magic users au. AND THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. 

Bellamy Blake arrives on campus and Clarke’s magic suddenly starts going haywire.

Or, Clarke meets another magic user and teaches him to control his gift–and learns some things along the way.

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend (i wanna kiss your neck) by @spacexualkids

i love tierney more than i love most people on this god forsaken site. her writing is always like coming home which is way too cheesy even for me. so here. read this summary so i dont become a blubbering mess. 

She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently.

And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment.

“Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away.

She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just–us. It’s my favorite.”

Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”

That’s all I have time for tonight, but I do have a longer one in my drafts that I plan on finishing and publishing soon. 

I will also use this to shamelessly self promo - I’m taking requests for the next two weeks bc HOLIDAYS! no more teaching for me for two weeks and that is glorious. 

so pls send in any and all prompts you want filled by yours truly


Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Summary - Okay, so I’d like to request a oneshot where Sami saves the reader from Kevin and Chris? They could be bullying her, or even threatening her, I dunno. I’d like it to be kinda fluffy, if that’s okay. 😳😳 

Pairing - Sami Zayn X Female Reader

WordCount - 1,236

Requested by - Anon

Written By -  Tacha

Warnings - Threatening behaviour, violence etc

Everyone knew that Sami was your best friend, you had gone through so much together, the good, the bad, the right out weird. You too had struggled together, thrived together, you picked each other up when the other was down. You travelled together, you fought together. You had seen the worst of each other and the best. You knew how to mirror each other without having to verbalise it. You protected each other and everyone knew that if you were going to attack either you or Sami, you always had to prepare to battle the other. Being a wrestler sometimes is not the easiest job in the world being away from family and friends from weeks and sometimes on end, but when you had Sami, you always had a piece of home with you comforted you even when you felt true homesickness Sami was there to take the pain away.

Unbeknownst to you, Sami would battle anything that came your way. He would do anything to protect you, to see you smile and laugh, Sami wanted to see you happy and content. While he often denied it to everyone who speculated, he was head over in heels with in love with his best friend and he knew there was nothing he could to change how he felt. He had definitely tried on more than one occasion. He wasn’t ashamed of his feelings towards you, he just didn’t want to lose you because his feelings got in the way because his heart decided it wanted you to be his. It made things difficult, when Sami was around you, he was mesmerised and distracted by your presence, when Sami was around he missed you like crazy and was distracted by these thoughts about you. Sami definitely had it bad.

You were walking through the corridors of the arena that Raw was being held in, you weren’t paying attention as you scrolled through Twitter. Later on, once you had returned to your hotel room,  you had planned to do a Q and A on twitter. It had been a while since you had spent any quality time with your fans. You stumbled and fell to the cold concrete ground, you originally thought you had tripped over a stray cable or something. You checked your phone to make sure it  hadn’t cracked. When you heard deep eruptions of laughter, you turned onto your back to notice Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens.

“Oh, would you look at that, Sami Zayn’s best friend laying on the ground because she was too blind to look away from her phone. What was she doing texting her pathetic bestie?” Chris taunted as you began to feel pain in your knee, touching it lightly you winced.

“Are you scared, Chris? Maybe I just hit my head but I’m pretty sure Sami beat you which means at some point he’s entitled to a shot at your United States championship and when he beats you and then what will that leave you what? A ridiculous list and a best friend who will never be as loyal to you as Sami is”

“How dare you insult me? Do you know who I am? Do you know how many times I’ve beaten you’re pathetic, weak, so-called best friend? He’s nothing compared to me.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah you’re right but reverse it because you are nothing compared to him. Sami’s more of a man than you will ever dream of being, your pathetic. Tripping me up, what are we in high school?”

“Hey Y/N, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I know your doing that Q and A on twitter tonight, I was thinking perhaps we could do a live Q and A together….what’s going on? Why are you on the floor?” Sami had entered the corridor excited, he really wanted to spend some time with you tonight but he knew you had planned the time for the fans so he selfishly thought about joining in.

“It’s nothing,” You replied instantly, Sami knew were lying, your eyes wouldn’t meet his.

“It sure as hell don’t look like nothing. Why are you holding onto your knee?” Sami looked between you and Chris and Kevin. Sam was not stupid.

“Did you put your hands on my girl? Who do you think you are!?” Sami backed Chris of course Kevin was quick to attack Sami. Punching and kicking him down.

“Leave him alone!” You yelled as you attempted to get up but the pain in your knee was too bad.

“Well, at least I’m not a coward who’s been hiding a secret! Why don’t you tell your so called best-friend the truth? Come on Chris, let’s leave the losers alone.” Kevin began to walk around the corner that Sami had just come from. Chris began to follow Kevin before he turned.

“You will never get my United States champion, you stupid idiot!” Chris began to walk away.

“Yeah well you make the United States Champion look stupid with your stupid Bon Jovi hairstyle, you scarf wearing imbecilic moron!. Your an insult to that Championship and scarf wearers across the globe!” You spat back, you couldn’t be sure if Chris heard you not as he sulked away. You dragged your body over towards Sami,

“Sami, are you okay?” You asked you made your way over to him.

“Yeah, I’m okay, is your knee okay?” Sami asked.

“Yeah I think so. I’ll know no more when I get up. What was Kevin talking about?” You asked as Sami pulled himself up from the floor, so he was resting himself against it.

“Have you ever been scared about something because it could possibly change everything?” You nodded as you scooted closer towards him resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I was petrified about the Draft. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t see you everyday. Do you remember what you did, we spent every spare second leading up the Draft together. You helped me get over all of the anxiousness I was experiencing, so let me help you?” Sami moved his shoulder so he could wrap his arm around you. Nestling your head against Sami’s chest, he smiled as began stroking your hair softly.

“You see the things….the thing is….I’ve fallen in love with my best friend, you…I thought it was some stupid crush that would pass. It hasn’t. It’s gotten worse. I soon realised that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing because we were already half way there. You don’t have to comment or say anything. I just needed to tell you. We did promise never to have secrets,” Your best friend had just confessed, that was in love with you yet somewhere deep down you always knew. Your friendship had been difficult than any of previous friendships. it was easier, you didn’t find yourself over thinking or being worried about actions. It was just you and Sami and you wanted that to say. Unable to use any coherent that would make any sense. Raising your head, your eyes met with Sami’s, slowly leaning in giving Sami the time to pull away. But he didn’t, your lips touched, there were sparks as you put your hand on Sami’s bearded cheek, your fingertips stroked his beard softly.

As you both pulled away you didn’t need to say anything else, both of knew exactly what was going through your minds…..


A dramatic sigh ascended from pink petal lips. The house was quiet, and empty with the exception of herself. For hours, Brooke was trying and failing to come up with ways to tell Jake that she didn’t manage to successfully pull out his name from  the River Vixen’s list of fantasy boy draft nominees. The list included first and last names of every guy on the basketball and lacrosse team (seeing as the basketball team was the one with the cheerleaders, they were forced to share). It wouldn’t have been so bad if the rules had allowed her to trade names. But, there was just no way their captain was going to let her. The pairs were already written up and of all people, Brooke had to get stuck with Tyler, while Riley was fortunate enough to take Jake’s. Which thankfully, kept him away from all the other thirsty river vixens on her squad. 

Part of the arrangement entailed her to make sure Tyler’s needs were taken care of on game days and every week she was supposed to leave him treats in or around his locker. Needless to say, Brooke wasn’t looking forward to it. Nor did she intend on following through despite the consequences. But, the worst part of it all was having to tell Jake. She didn’t know if he’d be more upset or disappointed. But either reaction, would only kill her to see. And being around Tyler wasn’t exactly easy. No one but Riley knew that once upon a time, there had been a spark. Brooke, tried to forget about it and pretend like it never happened. It was the only way she could handle being around him, without making it obvious or weird. 

Upon looking up from her phone conversation with Riley (which included five segments of Brooke ranting), Brooke turned the phone over and shot Tyler a glare. She didn’t even see him come in. “No,” to solidify her answer, Brooke moved toward the center of her bed, trying to take up as much room as possible so Tyler would get the hint. “They told you,” she grumbled. It was the only logical explanation to explain why he was there. “About that,” Brooke then rolled out of bed and pulled her cheer skirt down to cover up more of her legs. Suddenly, she felt like she was showing way too much skin. “I know we can’t officially trade but, Riley’s more than willing to do so with me undercover. So, my duties to you aren’t really necessary. But, whatever, I guess I could be kind enough to pass along some of your requests. I assume that’s what brings you sniffing around.” Brooke held out both hands, turning them palms up between their chests, “Where are they?”

Somehow Nina found out about the whole fantasy boy draft and was not happy with Tyler being a part of it, despite the fact that she just crawled out of the backseat of Bryan Peters’ cruiser; a 28-year old police officer. Nina must have really thought Tyler was stupid, but he saw everything. At this point, he was done with her; though he’d said that a number of times, this time he meant it – or at least he intended to. ‘Tyler answer your fucking phone or else i’m going to fuck your foster dad’. Finished reading the threats, Tyler blocked her number and headed to the one person he knew could make him feel special; Brooke Maddox. And not because she wanted to, but because she was being forced to by Vixen Queen; Cheryl Blossom.

When Tyler made it to the front door he was surprised to have the mayor answer and let him in. Maybe it was because he had his tattoos covered up or maybe it was because anyone was an upgrade from Fuckboy Fitzgerald. “O’Niell? Yes, the McKenzie family took you in.” The name McKenzie was always spoken with great reverence; for they owned so much of Riverwood. “Your father was the one who gave me the green-light to take my vision and make it a reality.” Tyler knew exactly what he was referring to; the model homes. Mrs. McKenzie was against it but Mr. McKenzie and Mr. Maddox had an understanding. “Yeah, my father talks very highly of you, Sir. He says you’re a good man. He also refers to Brooke as the princess of Riverwood. I’d have to agree with him. She’s incredibly smart and fiercely motivated. Your take-charge drive has definitely been passed down to her. I know how proud of her you are, and you have every right to be.” A bashful grin slides across white teeth as Tyler feigns embarrassment and twiddles his thumbs. “My uh, parents actually think your daughter and I would make a good couple.” When Tyler looked back up he could see Quinn’s smile. “Anyway, it was lovely chatting with you, Sir. Do you mind if I find my way to Brooke’s? We have a project – I brought my books.” Tyler shifted his strapped shoulder where his schoolbag hung. “Of course,” Quinn muttered while reading a few new urgent texts. With an apologetic smile he allowed Tyler to head upstairs.

The door was already creaked open and Tyler could see Brooke laying on her back in bed; still wearing her cheer uniform. “Room for one more?” and just like that, the wicked grin was back. As Brooke retorted with disgust, Tyler inched in further and dropped his bag. Her self-consciousness was extremely apparent as she tugged on her skirt, wishing it was long enough to hide her golden smooth skin; but, it was not – Tyler could see all the way up her thighs.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Brooke. You see, —” his hand went to his chest with feigned compassion, “I can’t break the rules. You’re my girl. It was kismet. The world knew we had unfinished business.” He came closer until he was at her bed and then took a seat. “You do remember that night, don’t you?” hinting toward their dirty little secret, Tyler licked his lip. “I didn’t come with a list of favors for you to accomplish… I’m more… hands-on.”


Hello, chumps. I have a list of requests that I will be doing, and at least five of them in my drafts because I’ve started a lot of them. Watch out for those and requests are still open. I’ve gotten some requests however, that I’ve seen other writers on here doing so I most likely won’t be writing that request if it is similar to other writer’s on here (esp when they’re claiming it’s all the same shit in the imagines tag and I’m not the first to say, it’s the greatest, but they should all really look at their own shit before talking about others) anyways, there’s no pettiness here. Continue to request, but for now, enjoy one of my very own ideas, xx.


Y/N’s eyes slowly opened as somebody shook her body. “Mommy,” Lucas, her four year old, said. “Wake up.”

She felt groggy, staring back at Lucas’ face. Since he had turned two, he had learned how to open his bedroom door and she often times found the aftermath of him wandering around the house before he had come to wake her up. One of her favorite discoveries were seeing the toilet clogged up with some of his least favorite foods. Now he was four and he was always up and early. Instead of wandering around the house like he did when he was younger, he would come straight to wake up his mom. 

Y/N looked over next to her and wasn’t surprised to see Justin not in bed with her. She didn’t remember him coming home last night either and the last conversation she had with him was over the phone when they had a brief argument about Lucas. She pushed the covers off of her body and sat up, pulling Lucas into her embrace.

“Hi, baby boy.” She whispered and gave him a kiss on his forehead. “Did you have a good sleep last night?”

Lucas nodded, biting on his sleeve and Y/N took it out of his mouth. He had already stretched out most of his shirts, and they didn’t really have the exact income to constantly be buying him new shirts. She stood up from the bed, picking up Lucas and walking out of her room. She would start her daily routine. Before Y/N could do anything in regards to herself, turn on the TV to Lucas’ favorite channel, then make him breakfast. He would eat and then play with his toys in front of the TV. Only after she did all that, could she think about brushing her teeth and taking a shower. 

She was in the middle of making breakfast when Justin stumbled in through the door. Y/N looked over as Lucas ran to his dad.

“Daddy!” Lucas exclaimed, “you’re home!”

“Don’t yell, I have a major hangover.” Justin mumbled as he brushed past his son and Y/N felt her heart break at the sight of Lucas’ face falling at his dad’s dismissal.

She watched Justin walk down the hall before shutting the bathroom door behind him. Y/N let out a soft sigh and pushed her hair back, blinking away the tears that brimmed her waterline. She served Lucas’ breakfast and called him to the table. He trudged to the table, sitting down in his seat before indulging himself in his favorite food. She sat down next to him and brushed his hair back.

He pouted, gulping down his scrambled eggs. “Daddy, doesn’t love me.”

She shook her head, “That’s not true, daddy loves you so much.” She whispered, but the pout didn’t leave Lucas’ face.

He stayed silent for the rest of his breakfast, then slid off the chair to trudge back into the living room. Justin came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wearing new clothes. Lucas stood up quickly and ran over to Justin.

“Daddy, can you play with me?” He asked, leaning his head up to look at Justin.

“Maybe later, daddy doesn’t feel good.” 

Justin walked into the kitchen and he didn’t pay any attention to Y/N who stood at the sink washing dishes. He walked to the fridge, Y/N watching him from the corner of her eye, and he picked out an apple. She looked backwards to Lucas who had a frown on his face, pushing his cars around on the carpet.

“Justin, can we talk?” Y/N asked and Justin leaned against the counter, taking a bite of his apple.

“What about?” He questioned, looking over at her disinterested.

“Where were you last night?” She pushed forward with her questions. “Lucas was so upset last night, he had put on his jersey to watch the big game, and he waited for you in front of the couch so that you could watch the game together. You never came.”

Justin rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the counter. “I was with friends and watching the game. Nobody wants to watch a football game with a four years old, Y/N. Don’t fucking interrogate me.”

“I’m not interrogating you. I just want to know why Lucas feels like his own dad doesn’t love him.” She harshly whispered back.

“I love the kid, what do you want me to say? We’re twenty one, he was a mistake, so shoot me if I want to leave the house and have some fun. I feel like I’m being suffocated and trapped in here.” He sneered, throwing the rest of the apple in the trash.

Y/N felt a lump in her throat, her stomach twisting at Justin’s words. “You feel trapped? I stay in this house 24/7 with him. I feed him, clothe him, entertain him, and everything. I don’t leave this house. I make sure that he is well before I can make sure I am well… and yet you’re the one that feels trapped?”

“Yeah,” Justin muttered. “I do feel trapped. I feel like you purposely got pregnant to make sure that I wouldn’t leave you, or to make sure that I wouldn’t stop loving you or whatever. But I’ve stopped loving you and I think of leaving you everyday.”

She ignored the tears in her eyes at Justin’s words, tendrils falling over her face as she shook her head. “You don’t love me anymore? Fine. You want to leave? Then leave. But I don’t view Lucas as a mistake. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I hope that for the rest of your life, you live not knowing the kind of personality your son has, or what kind of grades he get. I hope you’re left wondering if he’s anything like you, or if he has any of your talents.”

She walked away from Justin. Later that night, she heard Lucas’ door opened.

“Daddy?” She heard Lucas whisper, clearly being awoken by Justin’s intrusion.

“Hey, kiddo,” Justin replied and she heard Lucas’ bed sink in with Justin’s weight. “I just want you to know that daddy loves you, okay?”

Y/N had watched Justin pack his stuff, reading her book with his reading glasses on. She only wore them so that Justin didn’t see the tears that cascaded every now and then, turning her head away from him when he would walk past. She heard him on the phone, talking to one of his friends over the prospect of staying at their place. 

“I love you too,” Lucas replied.

Justin pressed his lips against Lucas’ forehead, “you’re not going to be seeing daddy for a while, okay? Be good for your mom, it’s going to be hard for her and you’re going to have to be the man of the house.”

She imagined Lucas nodding his head, a glint in his eyes at the thought of taking his daddy’s job of being the man of the house. “Where are you going daddy? When will you be back?”

There was a long pause.

“I don’t know, but we’ll see each other again.”

She heard Justin stand up from the bed and Lucas pleading for his daddy to stay, but Justin just shut the door, muffling the sound of Lucas’ cries. She began to cry, bringing her knees up to her chest. There was the soft rumble of the engine as Justin pulled out of the driveway, leaving Y/N and Lucas to themselves.

Is She Still Mad?: Teen Wolf (Liam Dunbar)

Warnings: none
prompt: Your mother is still antsy around your boyfriend Liam after what happened under the last supermoon but finds trust again after an accident.
A/N: The reader is Scott’s younger sister and therefore Melissa’s daughter.
Your Mom used to love Liam’s company. She used to cherish the sweet moments you would share with him, encourage them even. But after the super-moon she was never the same around you two.

“Hey mum?” You called.

“What’s up sweety?”

“Could you please bring some cookies into the den?”

“Sure.” She appeared five minutes later with a plate of Oreos, placing them in front of you and avoiding eye-contact with Liam, who was studying beside you on the couch.


“Yeah, thanks Mrs.McCall.” Her lips tightened in an unfriendly smile as she turned and left. You felt Liam’s hand on your leg.

“Is she still mad about your brother?” He asked softly.

You nodded your head and turned to him. “I’m afraid so.” Liam looked down at his hands. “But don’t worry,” You said, closing your history textbook and snuggling into Liam’s shoulder. “I’m not.” Liam let out a short chuckle and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. The peaceful moment was interrupted by the buzzing of a phone. Liam pulled his cell out of his pocket. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s Scott.” Liam’s tone was urgent. He closed his textbook and set it down on the table, causing you to sit up off of his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Scott’s in trouble. He said he needs me.” Liam ran to the door and pulled his coat on.

“Well count me in.” You said, reaching for your own coat.

“Whatever you say Princess.” He said, pulling you into a kiss by your waist.

“Where are you two going?” Your mom piped in.

“Scott’s in trouble.” You said in a respectfully rushed tone, but you knew that if you were leaving with Liam your mom would question everything either way.

“Y/N could I talk to you for a moment?” She said, walking into the kitchen. You quickly followed. “Listen,” She whispered. “I understand that you love this boy but I can’t help but not trust him after-”

“Mom.” You interrupted. “Liam would never hurt me. You know that right?” She hung her head.

“Y/N I understand, but please be cautious.” You kissed her cheek.

“Always.” And with that you ran out the door and hopped in the passenger seat of Liam’s dad’s car. Liam, having already started the car, put it in reverse and backed out of your driveway.

There was silence until you reached the highway which is when Liam decided to speak up about your odd behaviour at school earlier that day. “So, did you get your biology test back?” You subconsciously sunk further into the leather seat. You mumbled out a pathetic ‘yeah’ before turning towards the window. You and Liam had worked so hard trying to study for that test. “So?” Liam was too focused on the road to sense your desperation to drop the conversation.

“I did-” You paused. “okay.” Liam furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at you. “Okay?” He questioned, turning his focus back to the road. You didn’t answer. How were you going to break it to him that you failed? Liam turned to you for a second. Was it a second? It simultaneously felt like forever and no time at all as the truck in front of the you slammed on it’s breaks and caused Liam to swerve the car into a rail. A rail that didn’t hold as you both were tossed around like rag-dolls in the tin can tumbling down the massive hill. The right front corner of the car caught a bump, lurching your head into the window. That was the last thing you remembered, was being knocked unconscious and Liam screaming your name.


Then you woke up. Bright fluorescents. White sheets. It was a hospital. Confused, you sat up but a warm hand pressed gently on your shoulder, silently suggesting that you rest. As your vision cleared you saw your mum, standing beside you with her nurses’ smile on.

“Hey Sweetie.” She cooed.

“Mom?” You had a raging headache. “What happened?”

She caressed your forehead. “You were in an accident.” She explained. “You have a couple broken ribs, a broken wrist, and a concussion.” You heard how your mom had to put on her tough nurse voice to list all of your major injuries off. You scanned the room to find no Liam.

“Where is he?” You asked. Your mom made her way to the heavy wooden door. “He’s right outside.” She twisted and tugged on the handle, opening the door and peeking her head out. Suddenly Liam was practically running through the door to your side.

“Y/N, oh my god Y/N are you alright?”

You painfully nodded. “What happened?” You questioned.

Your mom looked at Liam. “He pulled you from the wreckage and carried you to the hospital.” You looked up at Liam with admiration as you remembered that the hospital was at least four miles from the highway where you crashed.

“Are you serious?” You asked.

Liam nodded bashfully. “If anything happened to you I-” Liam fell silent but your mom threw an arm around him and pulled him in for a sideways hug. This made you chuckle.

“Does this mean you’re not mad at him anymore?” Your mom smiled.

“After this? No way.”


This has been sitting in my drafts for ages but I finally decided to polish it up. I really hope you all enjoy it! PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS BECAUSE I REALLY JUST WANT TO MAKE YOU ALL HAPPY! Love you all so much! Peace out girl scouts!

-Emma (my-little-wolfies)