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


A/N: I haven’t written in a very long time. Months, maybe a year in fact. I was going through some drafts and found this from a year ago; I tried to alter and polish it, but it’s still not very good so I apologize for that. I still hope y'all will enjoy it. 

In addition, I am also aware that I have made promises to write things that I never went through with. I also am sorry for that, since I do not plan to write what I promised. From now on, any requests I receive will be taken in as suggestions. Unless I state that I will definitely write something, I will only write my own ideas. With that being said, I am open to suggestions for multiple fandoms (Marvel, DC, Shameless, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, etc). If a fandom you want to suggest is not listed, simply ask me about it! 

Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

Kylo sat in a hunched form on his bed, letting his elbows rest on his knees. He would check over his shoulder every other minute to make sure she hadn’t woken up; so far she hadn’t. It’s not that he was afraid necessarily, he was the great Kylo Ren, he was powerful- what did he have to be afraid of?

Losing her. He was afraid that one day he would wake up and find out she was never really there. Fear of losing his girl was overwhelming for him, especially since he didn’t understand why she was with him anyway. That’s why he cherished moments like this when she was asleep and in her own land. He had her with him then, even if only for a few hours, even if not awake.

Looking over his shoulder again, Kylo noticed her in a new position under the covers.  She was lying on her side with the silk sheets wrapped tighter around her small form. But that wasn’t what really go to him though. No, what really got him was the black cape she had wrapped around her arms, her hands also clutching it. His black cape. Maybe she’d always slept with it, but he hadn’t noticed until now. He didn’t understand why she needed it considering he was with her nearly every night.

Kylo reached over and grasped at the fabric she held to her. He was merely examining it, but as he moved it slightly, the young girl’s face scrunched together. Worried lines covered once flat skin and she began to shake as if she was crying.

“P-please don’t hurt h-h-him. I love him-m-m…” she mumbled softly but so pronounced that Kylo questioned if she was really asleep.

He bunched the fabric in his hand before pushing it back into her grasp, placing it so that it covered even the cold skin of her chest. Staring at her a moment longer, he took in her looks and beauties. And wondered who she was talking about in her dream. Who did she want safe, who did she love? Certainly it wasn’t him, a menace whom he was sure she was only with for safety and pity.

He shook his head rapidly at the thought. He couldn’t let such feelings trick him, especially at this time and at the position he was in.


His head snapped to look at the woman before him. She was sitting up on her elbows, naked other than the sheets and cape that covered her. He was only in his boxers himself, but she looked angelic in this form. No make-up, no clothes, just her.

“What are you doing up, Ren? I thought you fell asleep hours ago,” she whispered as if she would wake someone if she spoke louder.

A smile spread on his face and nodded. “I did, but I woke up a few minutes ago,” he lied. He had never gone to sleep. He simply shut his eyes and listened to nothing. He never even drifted.

The woman seemed to not notice the lie and only smiled. Clutching the cape closer to her, she let out a long yawn. “Well, maybe try to get back to sleep. You don’t want to be tired all day.”

She lay back down before opening her arms to Kylo, not allowing him out of her sight. “Come on now. To bed with you.”

Kylo chuckled before going to sit under the covers. He pulled the girl into his arms and smiled as she seemed to relax into him.

Then he remembered the cloth that was still wrapped around her. “Y/N?”

A grumble. “What, dear?”

“How long have you been sleeping with my cape?”

Silence fell between them. It felt like years before she answered.

“When you weren’t here a few months back, I got lonely. I missed you. It got to the point where I couldn’t stand even getting out of bed, I needed you.” Her small form seemed to shake. Kylo pulled her closer and held her so tightly he was sure he was hurting her. He never meant to make her feel this way ever. It was his duty to protect her, not hurt her. “One day I was going through your old things and found the cape. It was old and ripped in places, but it smelt so much like you. I meant to only sleep with it until you came back, but I guess I’d become accustomed to it by the time you returned.”

More silence.

“I can stop if you’d like.”

“What? No, no! It’s fine, it’s very flattering actually. I just… I tried to take it when you were asleep and you said you loved someone, you wanted to protect them. You just mumbled it in your sleep. Were you talking about me?”

The girl pulled away and looked up at him as if he were an idiot. “Of course I was. Why would you ask that?”

Curly hair fell in front of his eyes and he stared at his feet. “We both know you could do better if you wanted. It’s not wrong for me to believe that you had.”

Her dainty hands pushed his hair back and sat on his smooth cheeks. His eyes slowly moved to meet hers and was surprised to see they were soft, understanding. “I know that you honestly believe that, Kylo, and I get why you do; I think like that every time you leave.” Kylo went to interrupt her, yet her thumb moved to lightly cover his lips. “But then I must remind myself that you love me, you’d never leave me. I remind myself that you’ll come back to me. I can’t ask you to believe it, but I just ask you to remind yourself that I’ll do the same for you.”

The girl moved her thumb from his lips and nodded at him to speak.

“You… you mean that?”

She chuckled and nodded.

A small smile formed on the man’s face. “Then I will remind myself. And try my hardest to believe.”

His lover smiled and then nuzzled into his neck, taking in his sent. “That’s all I can ask for.”

Kylo felt her breathing slow over the next few minutes, falling into a soft slumber. He let out a relaxed sigh before shutting his own eyes. For the first time since he’d left his parents, he’d felt at home. Like he was truly home.

eliz1369  asked:

If you're still taking requests, the non-sexual acts of intimacy sharing a bed for NaLu? Thanks 😊

‘Cuddle Puddle’

Rating:  k, fluffy fluff

Word Count:  765

Pairing:  Nalu - modern AU, Firefighter Natsu & Reporter Lucy

Luxuriating between fresh sheets and the comforting blast of the air conditioner, Lucy wriggled in pleasure, turning onto her side to look at Natsu.  "There’s nothing better than a freshly made bed.“

“What about free food?”  The bed squeaked as he shifted to face his girlfriend.  "Free rent?  A pay raise?“  He grinned and tugged a lock of Lucy’s hair.  "What about me?”

“You know what I mean!”  Lucy pouted.  "In this moment - it’s so rotten hot outside, hanging out in our bedroom is super decadent.  The AC makes it so cold I think I’d like to use the comforter.“  She fluttered her eyelashes, making her most convincing sad face; not that Natsu ever refused any of her requests.

"Uh huh.”  Natsu reached over and dragged the coverlet off the floor, tossing it onto  Lucy.  Amusement topmost in his voice he spoke, “I knew you’d want it.”

Lucy covered her feet and whistled for Plue and Happy.  "C'mon!  Up!“  She patted the bed and grunted as both the dog and cat barreled onto her; the dog coming to rest on her legs and the cat on the highest point on her body; flopping down so his back legs were on her upper arm and the rest of him was settled on her breasts.  Happy flexed his paws and tested the sharpness of his claws - easily piercing the comforter and Lucy’s skin.  "Ow!”

Carefully Natsu reached over and pulled Happy off his perch.  "Can’t say I blame him, your boobs are super soft.  Who wouldn’t want to curl up on them?“

Natsu chuckled and Lucy scowled, although it wasn’t very convincing.  "He does it on purpose!”

Plue felt left out and walked up and over Lucy to lodge himself between his two humans.  Both Natsu and Lucy reached over to pet the dog, giving him praise.  Several minutes later Lucy ordered Plue down back to rest at her feet, giving Happy the chance to lay between them.  The cat burrowed under the blanket and curled up, no doubt planning to sharpen his claws on Lucy after she fell asleep.

“How was work?”

“Boring; same old, same old.”

“Natsu, how can that be true?  I know your company got called out to a big fire near Magnolia’s garment district.”

“It wasn’t that big - we had it under control pretty fast, on account their fire alarms worked like they were supposed to.”

Lucy edged closer and reached out to touch the back of Natsu’s head, digging her fingers into his spiky hair and rubbing his skull as he let out an appreciative moan.  Next, Lucy trailed her fingers down his neck and spine.  She massaged random points on his back as he continued to make noises - incentive to keep her going.

“And what did you feed yourself for dinner?”  This was part of their nightly ritual.  It didn’t matter so much what she asked or talked about, but she wanted to show she was interested.  And maybe it was for practical purposes too - knowing what they were running low on made drafting a grocery list easier.

“I made mac'n'cheese.”

Pride oozed in Natsu’s voice, and deservedly so.  Not too long ago his efforts at cooking that always resulted in stodgy and thick pasty sauce - but he’d found a good recipe and discovered he’d been adding too much flour.  Lucy snuggled even closer, “Ooh, did you make enough for me to have some?”

“Packed you a lunch for tomorrow.”  Natsu’s voice was soft and mumbling.  He was going to fall asleep talking soon.  It had happened many, many times already.  He could be making perfect sense, answering Lucy’s questions and then he’d just start snoring.  Lucy was used to it.  It didn’t bother her anymore - it was funny actually.  If she kept the right flow with her questions and sharing parts of her day, Natsu would respond intelligibly for close to half an hour - and even remember some of what they’d discussed.

“Thanks, babe.  Do you know what you want to do with our weekend off?”  Soft snores were Lucy’s only answer.  "I’ll ask again when you’re awake.“  She pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling as he still managed to mumble, ‘love you.’  "I love you too, and so do Plue and Happy.”  Lucy closed her eyes and pulled the comforter as high as she could manage with the dog weighing it down and the cat nestled in the crook of her one arm.

This was love - her and Natsu’s chosen family; them and their fur babies.  Life was good in the cuddle puddle.  

zoeylikesmusicals  asked:

Hi! Your chardelia wedding post got me thinking! What were the tkf like at Jason's wedding?

(Oh my God, this got way more elaborate than I anticipated, and it turned into this massive thing. Thank you for the wonderful Ask!! I had so much fun thinking about this!) 

Jason’s Wedding

It’s getting to the point that the TFK is worried Jason will die a bachelor. Trina badgers him constantly for a grandchild, while acknowledging that especially now, families aren’t what they were–“adopt, get a surrogate, I don’t care,” she says. And, when it seems like he’ll never settle down, she plays the card she was hoping she wouldn’t have to play. “Your father would have wanted you to have a tight-knit family of your own.”

But Jason has seen what can happen when someone is pressured into marrying and having children too soon. He has seen how it can tear families apart. He wants to be sure he’s 100% ready before binding his life to someone else’s and bringing a new life into this world. Because becoming like his father is both his dearest wish and his deepest fear.

At this point, Jason has established himself in Seattle. He will always love his hometown, but way back when, when it came time to choose colleges, he had decided that he needed to disentangle himself from New York to see himself more clearly. And on the West Coast he stayed.

The tech company he works at is invited to a benefit gala, the proceeds of which go to a major AIDS research organization. It’s a huge challenge to get the CEO to agree to send them, but the day of the event…Jason knows it’s childish, but it’s on Whizzer’s birthday, and he feels like he just has to make this happen. After all, he inherited his father’s stubbornness. 

He pushes. He makes it happen. The company attends.

There’s a CEO of another company there who steps up to the podium to make a speech. Looking at the program earlier, Jason had wondered why her name–Angelina Delli Bovi–sounded so familiar. When she begins speaking about her childhood in New York, he suddenly remembers: they were actually in the same Hebrew School, though she was a few years above him. 

In her speech, Angelina talks about being a little girl in the 80s watching her father struggling with AIDS, and how looking back, she sees that as the beginning of her growing up. Jason can barely breathe.

By the end of the evening, she and Jason have each other’s numbers and e-mail addresses.

“I actually thought your father got cancer,” says Angelina hesitantly, saving her contact onto Jason’s BlackBerry. “I really had no idea.”

“I had no idea about yours,” he says quietly. “I’m glad that thirty years later, we can finally talk about it.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

He takes his phone back, and as he’s switching it off, he glimpses the date on his lockscreen. He doesn’t believe in God, but he knows it means something. Maybe a miracle.

When Jason brings Angelina home to announce their engagement, Trina starts sobbing, Cordelia screams with joy, Mendel actually faints, and Charlotte rushes over to catch him and administer CPR if necessary. 

The wedding planning is a whirlwind. The TKF–now with the addition of Angelina’s mother and stepfather–picks out candles and flower arrangements and centerpieces; they draft guest lists and discuss who to invite and who to snub.

After the wedding planning sessions, Trina sometimes lingers with Angelina’s mother and they pour red wine and talk late into the evening about the parts of their lives they once tried so hard to bury.

“It is really good to finally talk about it,” muses Angelina’s mother. “More wine, Trina?”

Of course, it’s not all smooth sailing. After all, Trina, Mendel, Cordelia, and Charlotte all feel protective over their little boy’s wedding. They argue over tiny details and they don’t, or won’t, agree. But they all look to Trina to make the final decisions. At times like those, Trina finds herself thinking, “What would Marv have wanted?”

“You asshole,” she mutters, crossing the Applebaums off her guest list, smiling fondly. “You always have to get your way.”

The ceremony turns out beautiful. Mendel fixes Jason’s tie and proceeds to weep throughout the entire ceremony. Trina, Charlotte, and Cordelia aren’t faring much better. They all hold each other’s hands. Once again, Jason has brought his family together.

Slipping the ring onto his wife’s finger, seeing his family crying in the front row with two empty chairs right in the middle, Jason knows that his father was right about love. And when he vows “til death do us part,” he silently thanks his father for teaching him just what that means.

No presents, Angelina and Jason request. In lieu of a wedding registry, they ask that the guests make a donation to an AIDS research organization, the same one benefited by the gala exactly three years ago. Three years ago, to the day. Jason has always been fascinated by numbers–they are the only higher power he believes in–and the wedding date had been the one thing he had insisted on.

After the festivities and private afterparties have all wound down, Jason asks his wife if they can make one quick stop before they drive to the airport for the honeymoon.

She tells him she’ll wait in the car. His feet take him on the familiar route through the park. 

Jason touches one headstone, then the other. 

“Thank you,” he whispers.

You Can Never Go Home - Part Seven

From The Other Side

Emily rubbed her temples as JJ set the, thankfully large, mug of coffee down in front of her.

“Thanks” she smiled at her “But I’m starting to think it would be more effective to just hook myself up to a coffee IV”

“Don’t let Reid hear that that’s an option” JJ joked. She, Emily and Luke were at the station while the rest of the team were on their way back from y/n’s family home.

“I just can’t get the image of her parents out of my head” said Emily, taking a sip.

“How is she doing?”

“She’s devastated of course. She was all over the place at Coleman’s house. She wanted to be involved but…”

“She’s a victim now” finished JJ.

“If we don’t solve this I don’t know what’s going to happen to her”

“She’s strong” said Luke, turning away from where he had been studying the crime scene photos until he couldn’t bear it any longer “But she’ll be blaming herself right now”

“She thinks she shouldn’t have come back” nodded Emily. JJ frowned. “What are you thinking?”

“Not 100% sure yet. Is the Sheriff around?”

“Yeah he’s in his office”

JJ bounded out, grabbing her phone on the way. She was passed in the hall by the rest of her team making their way back.

“The coroner has made the bodies her top priority “ said Rossi “She’s even drafting in a few colleagues from out of town”

“Is COD the same as out other victims?” asked Luke.

“Actually no” said Tara “They were shot. We think he took her father out first, he was shot in the kitchen and then dragged to the table. Then he shot the others where they were sitting”

“The eyes were removed post mortem just like our other victims” added Reid.

“This is a message obviously” said Emily “Were we getting too close and he got spooked?”

“We barely got a profile together and Garcia hadn’t finished compiling the list of newly released prisoners yet. If she had it would be a long one.” Rossi said “As much as I hate to say it we weren’t close at all”

“Could it be about y/n’s history in the town?” asked Tara “We’ve all seen how the locals regarded her. Could it be revenge?”

“It’s so at odds with the previous victims though” said Luke “And yet it feels so personal”

“That’s because it is. We think we’ve got something.” said JJ marching back in looking like she could take on an army “Garcia you’re on speaker. Y/n could have been the focus from the start”


“So a few years after Toby died, y/n left Eddowes Creek right?” said JJ

“Yeah she went and lived with family, an aunt and uncle” confirmed Reid.

“The week after y/n was registered at her new school Selena was blinded by our UNSUB” said Garcia.

“Trigger number one” said JJ “Trigger Two, Sasha was murdered a month after y/n joined the BAU”

“To the day” said Garcia.

“Isn’t that kind of a stretch? I mean there were two murders before that and the BAU weren’t called in until” frowned Luke.

“Close the door” said Emily suddenly. She lowered her voice as she continued. “We weren’t called in after Kaity’s murder”

“But we need to be-” began Reid.

“We were called in after Sasha’s” Emily cut him off.

“What? We aren’t usually called in after one body” said Rossi.

“That’s why we didn’t take the case. He was quite persistent, seemed convinced it was a big case but the Sheriff had a lid on it and at the time it wasn’t serial so…”

“If it wasn’t the Sheriff who requested our help who did? asked Tara

“Deputy Dale Coleman”

The room went silent but there was a charge in the air.

“Garcia pull up-”

“Already done. Dale is the only child of Sheriff Coleman and his wife. She died when Dale was two, an aggressive brain tumour. Nothing much until after the death of Toby Peterson.”

“What happened then?” asked Luke.

“Dale started getting in trouble a lot. He would pick fights, lost quite a few of them based on hospital records but Dad would always bail him out of trouble and then…oh jinkies”


“Financial history shows that eight years ago, Dale’s dad got him onto a program for “troubled kids”. He used his wife’s maiden name and the program was based in Morning Springs and Elizabeth Meadow’s body was found during the six weeks that Dale was there.”

“How about five years ago?” asked Emily.

“Well between Elizabeth and Melanie’s murders Dale applied for the army three times and was rejected due to failing a psych eval and he also applied for four different police forces outside of Eddowes Creek, same story there. The week that Melanie was killed Dale joined the Sheriff’s department.”

“Needing his father to get him in to law enforcement may have made him feel like a failure” said Reid “He needs to be in control, when he isn’t he lashes out. He lost his friend - he attacks a prostitute. Then y/n leaves, his only other friend and he driven to attack again?”

“No” said JJ, a look of horror on her face “Look at them. They’re similar enough in looks that y/n could be the woman they are substitutes for. Toby and y/n were dating right? Dale got jealous, kills Toby and then the object of his desire leaves so he goes after women who remind him of her.”

“He stops killing after joining the Sheriff’s department because while it isn’t what he wanted, he does have some power so his desires are somewhat satiated” continued Emily “Then he must have heard y/n joined the BAU and thought a serial killer would be the perfect way to lure her back home.”

“Our profile pissed him off” said Rossi “At the river y/n described him as weak, impotent. He went after her family to prove her wrong.”

“We need to get over there now” said Emily.

Part Eight: Who We Are In The Dark up next week

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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.”

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)