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Motivation (AJ Styles x Reader)

Context: Reader is married to AJ Styles, and they fight really badly, and then… Make up sex (rough sex).

**A/N: ** Requested by a lovely anon. First smut fic ever written. Main song playing in the background is “Motivation” by Kelly Rowland because it gets the juices flowing. Feedback is welcomed just in case I decide to write another one. Feel free to @ me all day, week, year, and century. Hopefully this one is rough enough.

**Warnings: ** (NSFW) SMUT AHEAD; SLIGHT DADDY KINK. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Originally posted by p1styles

**Tags: ** @nickysmum1909 ; @the-geekgoddes ; @llowkeys ; @skrillexslays13 ; @livingthestrongstyle 


“Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down

Go longer, you can last more rounds

Push harder, you’re almost there now

So go lover, make mama proud….”

       Ever since AJ had come home the week earlier, the house had been a mess. Dishes in the sink, clothing on the floor: the list went on. I walked into our home, eleven o’clock in the dead of the night with AJ laying comfortably on the living room sofa fast asleep and snoring; the house was decorated in the exact same unkempt manner it has always been with him there.

      Making my way past the plates stacked on the coffee table, I shoved AJ out the chair and onto the cold hardwood floor beneath him.

       “What the actual fuck?” He yelled, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes; a definite sign of anger and frustration. AJ turned to face me, fuming shades of every red you can possibly imagine, and rose from the floor. “What’s your problem, huh?”

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New York // Part 2

hi. 
omg it took me ages to write this and idek why. it’s not the best, it’s actually really short and the reason why it’s like that is because i felt like i was dragging it out tooooooooo long and that just makes stuff not enjoyable. i’m sorry i took ages and it’s not even up to standards smh but i really wanted to give you guys somet!! if you have any ideas regarding what i should write about next, preferably not something that i will take ages to write lmao, then please leave them in the message box thing. ummmm, not much else to say so i hope you’s kinda like it? you don’t have to, you can tell me if it’s shite lmao. also i’m really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, i didn’t proof read bc i wanted it out for you lads as soon as i could! OH ONE MORE QUESTION. do you’s prefer longer or shorter one shots? just so when it comes to writing them i have an idea of what to include and stuff. 
lotta love, xoxo -b

part 1 if you haven’t read it yet here 💗

I was in the shower for probably at least 45 minutes after I woke up from the longest nap ever. It wasn’t my intention to stay in bed until 6 pm however I couldn’t do anything about it. I was tired and although I knew that it didn’t help my jetlag at all I just slept anyway.

Once I was out of the shower, dry and feeling comfortable in my pair of black leggings and baggy shirt I laid back down on the bed. My phone was charging which confused me for a minute because I didn’t remember putting it on the bed side table or even taking it out of my pocket. Then I suddenly realised that it must have been Harry who put me to bed properly and sorted my stuff out as well.

Sighing, I took my phone off of the charger and pressed the middle button which caused the screen to light up. As I scrolled down on the locked screen I saw a whole lot of messages from my mum, my dad, and my mates and if I saw correctly even Harry’s name popped up as well.

I didn’t pay much attention to them because as soon as I unlocked my phone I somehow instantly forgot about the messages. After I finished my daily routine of going through all of my social media accounts which mainly consisted of Instagram and Twitter I decided it was time to show my face. And to be honest, I was rather bored as well. Not to mention my hunger which didn’t seem to fade.

Although when I got downstairs I found myself on my own, it was as if I was the only one living here. I didn’t know where Harry was though he probably told me about it in his text which I never read. Oh well – I thought as I made my way towards the kitchen and opened up the fridge door. It was full of food.

But it was full of healthy food.

Then I found some chocolate yogurt and a smile creeped its way onto my lips. I took it out of the fridge without any hesitation, taking a spoon out of the drawers as well then sat down on the bar stool chairs. My eyes were probably shining like the stars on a night sky while my mouth was watering but just as I was about to eat the first spoonful of desert, Harry stumbled in the house.

First I thought he was drunk or something but then I saw the bags in his hands. His sunglasses were low on his nose, it was about to fall off actually, his shirt was wide open on his chest and his jeans were hanging down on his waist as well.

Basically, he was a mess.  

I raised my eyebrows as I put the spoon in my mouth and ate what was on it, not minding one bit that he just came back. He didn’t seem bothered and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting me to actually get up because he knew me too well.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked me a few minutes later when I had finished my yogurt. He was still putting the things he bought away and right up until the question slipped past his lips, we were both extremely quiet.

Maybe a bit too quiet.

“Umm,” I muttered as I turned around with my chair, leaning back on the counter with my elbows. “Depends what you bought.”

“Just some stuff,” he shrugged then when he turned around he looked at me with a questioning look on his face. Arching my brow, which seemed to be the only facial expression I’ve shown since I woke up, I waited for him to carry on but instead he just looked away while messing with the shopping bags.

“Why are you being so awkward?” I asked him finally, a laugh escaping my lips although I didn’t find the situation funny.

“I’m not being awkward. I don’t know what you’re on about,” he scoffed. “The jetlag must be hitting you and your little nap probably didn’t help you.”

“Are you seriously gonna be acting like a dick to me because I was moody on the way back from the airport?” my voice got stronger and louder as I stayed sat down. I tried not to let my emotions show on my face but I totally failed. I always did so I wasn’t surprised. “I’m so sorry I was tired, hungry and stressed.”

“Well, I was tired, hungry and stressed as well yet I put a smile on my face because I finally got to see you after ages.”

“I’m sorry you felt like that, okay? And I didn’t ask you to force a smile on your face, hell, I-, I don’t even know-, gosh, do we really have to argue?”

“I’m not arguing-,”

“Well then shut your mouth and give me a hug. You didn’t hug me since that awkward one at the airport where everyone was looking.”

A sigh left his mouth as he looked to the side. I saw as he swallowed then shut his eyes and let another sigh out before he concentrated on me with his eyes again.

“Okay, don’t give me a hug then, that’s fine too,” I gave up as I slipped off of the chair. I chucked the spoon in the sink then did the same to the empty yogurt box.

“Baby, look-,” he started to talk as I was about to leave the kitchen but his voice stopped me. I didn’t turn around, hoping he’d carry on with what he wanted to say but the room was dead silent.  

“Do you want me to stay here at all or should I just get my shit and leave?”

“Listen, I’m sorry-,”

“Yeah.”

“I am, I just-, I’m stressed, and I don’t know where my head’s at. I have my first solo performance in like hours, well, tomorrow night, but still. I’m nervous as hell and it didn’t help that I made you so angry when we were in the car.”

“I know you’re stressed and I know how it feels to be like that. You feel like you’re lost as if there’s no way out and you’re just stuck in one place. You don’t know what to do to get over yourself and your problems until you have a big crying session or talk it out with someone. So I don’t think it helps that you’re so distant, and that you made me so angry? When? You were being nice to me and I just flipped because I was not in the mood. You did nothing wrong.”

“Well, then why do I feel like I upset you? You said I was being awkward then I was acting like a dick towards you just now. What am I supposed to think?” his voice was desperate and lost, my heart suddenly started to ache for him and my actions spoke louder than my words could.

As I walked back to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, making sure I did my best to collect all of his pieces that were not stuck together to make him his perfect self. I absolutely hated seeing him in a bad shape and no matter what he did or did not do I couldn’t just stand there and let him be.

Which might not be always beneficial and it may make me look absolutely weak when it comes to him I had to accept it.

Almost right as I hugged him, his arms wrapped around my neck and his head rested on top of mine, making sure our bodies basically moulded into one.

“I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered into my hair, his soft voice full of emotions making my heart beat faster and goose bumps arise on my arms.

“I love you and please don’t say that. You’re not a mess.”

“I am a mess though and you know it too,” he sighed as he slightly pulled away, shoving one of his hands through this short hair.

“Well then in that case, you are my mess,” I winked at him as I got on the tip of my toes to press a light kiss on his lips.

He smiled which made me smile and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck this time and jump into his arms. Thankfully, he held on to me so I didn’t fall, a soft chuckle leaving his irresistible lips while his eyes were shining brighter than anything I have ever seen before.

“I’m sorry about my attitude before,” I told him as I hid my face in the crook of his neck. My grip was tight on him, my fingers formed into a fist as I locked my arms around Harry’s neck.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said and he suddenly started to walk out of the kitchen.

We didn’t go far, just to the couch in the living room where he sat down with me in his arms then I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs on each side of his waist.

“So you’ll come and see me, right?” he asked me a few minutes after he was just staring at me but not in a creepy way. He did that sometimes and I didn’t mind it because I knew he gave me his full attention and I loved it.

Now that might have sounded uptight and kind of selfish, it was the truth plus I didn’t mean it in that sense.

“Yes,” I said right away. “I mean if you want me to, it’s up to you.”

“I want you to,” he nodded. “Actually, I need you to come with me,” he laughed. “M’gonna be doing these skits and I need you to be there not to mention I’m performing a new song.”

“Which one?” I asked him curiously. I haven’t exactly heard his full album yet only because I told him I want it to be a surprise.

He actually really wanted me to listen to it then after I told him I wanted to wait for the actual release date he kinda got onto my idea. Of course he showed me snippets here and there because he knew how curious I was all of the time but I’m also way too stubborn so I wouldn’t just ask him to show me stuff.

“The only one you heard. Apart from Sign of the Times.”

“Ever Since New York?” I asked again just to make sure I was thinking about the right one.

I knew of the titles of the songs but I didn’t listen to them.

“Yeah,” a small smile made its way onto his lips. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his in a soft peck, his right hand came in contact with my cheek as he rested it on my face while our lips were touching. “I’m very happy you are here.”

“I’m very happy to be here.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “I missed having you around.”

“I bet you did,” I joked which to he raised one of his eyebrows and pouted at the same time. “I think I missed you too.”

“What do you mean you think? Aren’t you supposed to know that?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Um, yes?”

“Well, I don’t,” I shrugged as I kept on messing around with him and eventually got off his lap.

My legs were still on his thighs but I was sitting on the couch, right next to him. He took advantage of this position as he leaned into me, resting his head on my shoulder and placing his hands on my legs. They were warm and big and it made the butterflies in my stomach come to live as he rested his hands on my thighs. He just had that effect on me and it was lovely really.

“I’m just messing with you, I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” I said suddenly as I hugged his bicep tightly and pressed a few kisses on his chin as his head was still leaning on my shoulder.

Never Enough Part 3

Summary: After attacking Stiles, the first boy you’ve ever loved, you finally discover that you’re a siren/angel. Your siren anchor is Isaac. Nobody knows who your angel anchor. Except you.

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader x Isaac Lahey

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, bad ass reader, sad thoughts, mentions of blood, etc.

Tagging: @thegirlwiththestories @morganschiebel @fabulous-dani @milkywaygalaxygirl @nathaliabakes @graceburnell @allana5100 @bellamysterekblake @beingmadinwonderland

Notes: Gifs are not mine, credit to the owners. 

Your P.O.V

I press my hands against my dress for the fifteenth time. It was my piano recital and I was a nervous wreck. It was the same feeling every year. I texted Scott, Stiles and the Sheriff, to remind them. I was able to forget about all the bad things if I just.. played. And right now, I could use some normal in my life. Stiles hadn’t spoken to me since that night… two weeks ago. I didn’t expect him to forgive me in a day but two weeks felt a bit long. Not to mention, it hurt like hell. I push the thought out of my head. “And now, (Y/n) (Y/L/N), playing River Flows In You and Once Upon A December from Anastasia.” Oh, god! This was it. I took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage.

As I sat down, I couldn’t help but scan the crowd, in hopes to see the people I most wanted here. Scott and Mr. Stilinksi grinned up at me. Both their cameras on record. But, no Stiles.. I couldn’t help but frown a little. He never missed my concerts. However, due to the recent events, I see why he didn’t show up. But then, I noticed someone I never thought I’d see. Isaac.. He smiled up at me, giving me a thumbs up. I couldn’t help but blush at the remembrance of that night. We were cuddled up against one another. I tore my gaze away and began. When I started to play, a tense hush fell over the crowd. It was as if they latched onto each note I played. It was a warm and fantastic feeling. Something I didn’t realize I needed. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air.

When I played the last cord, I realized my hands were shaking with adrenaline. Everyone stood up, cheering loudly. Scott, Isaac and Mr. Stilinski were the loudest, without a doubt. “WOOHOO! THAT’S MY GIRL!” The sheriff exclaimed. I could have sworn he was getting teary eyed. When I glanced at Scott, he had a look of pure brotherly pride. Isaac however, his gaze was filled with pure adoration. I bow before making my way off the stage. They turned on the house lights. I made my way over to my family. Not my birth one, they, my father, didn’t care. He was constantly gone for work. My real family, was the Mccalls and the Stilinski’s. When I reached them, the sheriff proudly picked me up, spinning me around. I couldn’t help but giggle. 

After he put me down, Scott pulled me into a warm hug. “I’m so proud of you! You were fantastic!” Once he let go, I glanced up at Isaac, blushing. “What’re you doing here?” He shrugged, trying to act cool. “Scott told me you playing. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Immediately, I blushed, scratching the back of my neck. “Thanks. That means a lot.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, biting the edge of his lips. “You were phenomenal, by the way.” I giggle. “Thanks.” Before the conversation could get anymore awkward, Mr. Stilinski wrapped his arms around us. “You know what this calls for? A celebratory dinner! On me!” Scott and Isaac beamed. “Free food?! Sounds good to me!” Scott and the sheriff walked a few steps ahead of us while Isaac walked with me. 

“Uhh- (Y/n)-” He coughs to clear his throat. “Will you- can I, uhh sit next to you at dinner?” He asked, sheepishly. Grinning, my heart leaped. “Uh- yeah. I’d love that.” I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about Isaac. I mean, he’s one of my anchors. I thought he was attractive even before this whole situation began. But, then again, I was also still trailing behind Stiles. Honestly, I didn’t know how to take this. It’s not like Stiles will ever care about me, let alone look at me. Hell, he still hasn’t said a word to me since that night. I felt horrible. I sent him a text before the performance. As we sat down at the diner, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone, in hopes for something, anything. I frown, nothing. 

Isaac notices my sudden lack of joy, nudging my shoulder, slightly. It makes me giggle. After we order, my face is buried in my hands, completely embarrassed about the story the sheriff was telling. “She was so mad at the boys for taking her painting! She was so pissed, she scared the boys half to death!-” I scoff. “I did not!” He threw his back, laughing. “You so did! The boys did your work for a week and every time you came in our house, you acted like a princess. If it wasn’t your way, you would have a fit!” I giggled at the memory. Scott looked between Mr. Stilinski and I, smiling. Isaac however, his eyes never left my face, his arm over my chair, inches from my shoulder. 

The thought made me blush. (Y/n), calm down, Jesus. Who says you even need a man?! Stop it! Focus on yourself! I nod my head, sort of to myself, as if I was confirming in-dependency. After dinner, I hugged Scott and Isaac goodbye. My embrace lingered on Isaac, slightly. I thanked Mr. Stilinski again for coming before I changed and made my way up onto the roof. Phone in my shakey hand. I decide to call again. “Hi, this is Stiles Stilinski! You’ve reached my voice-mail!” The batman theme played in the background. I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh! Sorry, that’s my cue, just leave me a message after the beep! I’ll be sure to get back to it!” 

The second it beeps, I start. “Hey, Stiles..” I pause, warily. “Stiles, I am so sorry.. Please talk to me.. I’m going crazy. Just say something.. I get that you’re pissed at me. You have every right to be. But I can’t function without you. You’re my-” I pause, gulping. “My best friend..” I cough to cover my sniffles. “I-uh had my piano recital tonight.. Your dad came.. I didn’t see you there.. You never miss my recitals..” I pause again, trying to find the right words to say. “I sucked.. haha.. completely bombed the whole thing.. In fact, I threw punch at one of the performers.. haha.. Look, I, I’m sorry, Stiles. Goodbye.” And then, I hung sighing quietly to myself. I leaned against my chair, propping my feet up on the ledge. 

The stairs above twinkled, as if they were teasing me. I sigh quietly to myself. All of a sudden, something in the distance caught my eye. Brows furrowed, I stood up from my chair. Water. The lake, not too far from my house. Five minute walk, tops. I turn over my shoulder, glancing back at my empty room. Just do it. Go. It was as if a voice were persuading me to be free by the lake. It actually made sense though. My dark, harpies like features, were just the first stage to being a siren. I felt it now. The real power, the pull towards the water. Fuck it. I slipped on some shoes, grabbing a towel from my house before I made my way there. It was a strange feeling. A good one. The closer I got, the more comfortable I became. Walking on the bridge, I sit down and take off my shoes, letting my feet play with the cool refreshing water. 

The stars reflected it, giving it a nice hue. The air was warm but the feeling felt cool and fresh. All of a sudden, the water under me hardened. Brows furrowed and filled with curiosity, I put more pressure on it. It stays solid. Cautiously, I hold onto the railing as I stick both my feet in the water. I let go, standing tall. I walk a way from the dock. I’m walking on water. “Holy shit..” Every step I take, I take with care. I could fall in at any moment. But I don’t. My siren side won’t let me. Run. A voice whispers in my head. I give into the temptation, smiling. I run across the water, laughing loudly. Twirling and dancing around, I yell. “SUCK IT, JESUS! TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME! HAHA!” 

At this point, I’m practically frolicking on the lake. I kneel in the water, swishing my hand back and forth, I gasp. The water follows my hand, rising up as I put my hand out in front of me. The water moved around me. Eyes blown eyed, I furrow my brows in concentration. Otter. I thought. And then, there it was. Right there in front of me, I giggle as it kisses my nose before jumping back into the water.

Glancing at the dark substance below my feet, I’m tempted to jump in. Tempted to feel the cold water. I give in, closing my eyes before falling back, crashing into it. It feels like a breath of fresh air. And it was because I could breath perfectly. I swam better than I ever had before in my whole life. It was incredible. It was all so easy. After god knows how long, I hopped out, feeling different, better. I dried off with the towel. Grazing over my gills. I smiled when it touched them, it tickled. I grab my shoes and head home. The sun started to come up. I was out all night. However, I didn’t feel the least bit tired. I was up to the brim with energy. 

That morning, I head to my locker, waving at Isaac, Allison and Scott, on the way in. After grabbing my things, I head to English. Stiles sat next to Lydia, glancing up at me, only to look away. Pain. A sharp pain collides with my chest at that small action. I take a seat behind Scott. He gives me a reassuring smile before looking forward. Allison entered, seconds later, eyeing the only seat left. Right in front of Scott. “Is this seat-?” She asks, awkwardly. He sputters, shaking his head. “Nope, no. It’s uh- It’s all yours.” I cover my mouth to hide my laugh. Almost immediately, Scott gets up to leave. We start class but I can’t help but feel something out of the ordinary. 

I sit up straighter, fists clenched. Stiles noticed my reaction but didn’t further acknowledge. Which kinda hurt. I tore my gaze away from him, rolling my eyes at his childish attitude. And then, all of a sudden, a bird ran into the window, blood spattered slightly. Jennifer, our English teacher, gasps. She practically jumps out her skin when five more slam against the glass. Stiles and I stood up from our seats, taking a step towards the window, gawking. And then, hundreds, if not thousands of birds crashed through the windows. The kids around us screamed and cried out in pain. The birds clawed and slashed their young faces. 

Automatically, I cover Stiles and another boy, wrapping my arms around them, protectively. Stiles.. went to Lydia.. like always.. I have never been more angry at the two of them in my whole life. But no matter how mad I was, I wanted, no, needed to protect him. I haven’t told Scott about my theory about Stiles being my angel anchor but in this moment, I knew, deep down, that I was. I just knew. I lift my head, glaring at the birds. They either leave or die on impact. We eventually stand up and re-cooperate. He checks on Lydia first. I grit my teeth, rolling my eyes. I will never be enough in his eyes. But none of this is new. We look at each other for the first  time in god knows how long. I couldn’t exactly decipher his facial features like I normally would. 

It seemed as though it was a mix of emotions: sadness; for not talking to me, anger; for me almost killing him, happiness; to see his best friend again, all of it or none of it. I wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe it was because I protected him? As a guardian angel would. Guardian angel. Oh my god. I tear my gaze away from Stiles, muttering to the two of them. “You okay?” Lydia nodded, kind of shakey due to the events but I could tell she felt calm because of my voice. It was almost reassuring. I couldn’t hate Lydia. Of course, she did things I hated but she was just as hidden and broken as anyone else. Stiles muttered, so quietly it was almost inaudible. “Yeah, I’m alright.” 

But as he spoke, he barely looked at me. That’s it. I am so done sulking over him. “Forget it. Whenever-” I grab my black jacket, practically fuming. “you stop acting like a child and grow a vag, come call me. I’m done sulking over someone who isn’t worth my time.” He winced as I turned over my shoulder and walked out. It was meant to hurt because he hurt me. I ran through my hair, breathing heavily through my nose. I was done. No, you’re not. A voice whispers back at me. I don’t agree but I don’t disagree, either. Mentally, I was done. But my heart was anything but. 

Third P.O.V

Stiles and Scott walked side by side to the party. Heather’s, Stiles’ childhood friend’s, party, to be exact. Stiles was excited to see his old friend, excited to get away from Lydia and (Y/n). Even though, he felt horrible. Scott, despite his strong attempts, continued to sulk over his first love, Allison. “Stop that.” Stiles said to his best friend. Scott looked at him, wide eyed, as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have. “Stop what?” He asks, innocently. Stiles scoffs at him. “You know what?! Stop being sad about Allison! Tonight, we party! No Allison, no Lydia-” Scott nodded. “and no (Y/n).” Scott’s eyes went wide in brotherly confusion. 

“Seriously?! She didn’t know how to control it and you’re still pissed at her?! It’s been two weeks?! Oh, by the way, I’m still pissed you the concert! You know how much that means to her. It broke her heart! And you know what’s the best part about the whole situation, you’re not pissed at her! You stopped being mad at her three days after the incident! So, why are you actually not talking to her?!” Scott rarely got mad at Stiles. But when it came to his practically adopted sister, (Y/n), he would rain hell upon anyone and everyone. It was now Stiles’ turn to be wide eyed and caught in a lie. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “Okay, okay! I was mad at how close she’s gotten with Isaac. He’s gonna take her away from me. She’s my-” He pauses. “my best friend.” 

Scott notices the pause, eyeing him, suspiciously. Stiles rubs the back of his head, walking towards the door. “Look, I’ll talk to (Y/n) tomorrow and apologize, but tonight is about us and forgetting our problems. Okay?” Scott nodded, knowing he wasn’t gonna let Stiles get off that easily. (Y/n) was his sister afterall. The next day at school, the boys found out Heather was taken. Stiles was completely distraught, having already made up with (Y/n), like he promised, she helped him calm down. But she was mad, mad that he almost had sex with an old friend without using his head to think. Like a guy, he used his dick instead of his brain. Scott reassured her that nothing happened between the two of them. However, it still hurt. But what made her more frustrated, was that Stiles waited two weeks to talk to her, solely because he was afraid he’d lose her, not knowing he was the one pushing her away. 

Your P.O.V

Originally posted by youngwarlock

We all met up at Deaton’s to find out what Isaac can remember. Derek was looking for Boyd and Erica and thought Isaac could remember via being to the point of almost dead, which didn’t reassure me in the slightest. I grabbed the last of the ice, turning the corner, only to find Isaac completely shirtless. I can’t help but gawk. He was toned, beyond so. He was built and chiseled to godlike perfection. Shoulders carved and stomach like a washboard, I can’t help but flush. He was gorgeous. And then, a voice broke my gaze. “(Y/n)?!” I look up to see Scott snap his fingers in front of me. “You okay? You dropped the ice?” I glance down to see the bag on the floor, like he said. 

I scoff, trying to gather myself. “Pff, yeah, I knew that!” Squatting, I pick up the ice bag and hand it to Derek, not daring to look at Isaac, too embarrassed to. I look at Stiles in hopes for some comfort. Oh, how wrong I was. He glared daggers at Isaac, practically fuming with rage. He continued to glare as Isaac as he sat down in the penetratingly cold water. Derek and Scott took their positions. “Ready?” Deaton asked. The young boy gulped, nervously. “(Y/n)-” He sticks his hand out, I grab it, despite Stiles’ glare. “I won’t leave you.” I say, which seems to sooth him. Then they push him down. He thrashes against the force and pressure. 

It takes everything in me to not look away. He practically begs me to stop, in fear of the reminder of being taken. I kiss his hand, which calms him, slightly. He starts spewing out information. But it wasn’t enough for Derek. He pushes him down further. Almost immediately, my inner siren breaks out. I use the water to push Derek away. Not enough to do damage but just to push away. Isaac jumps out of the water, shaking. I grab a towel, wrapping it around him, soothingly. Derek takes a step forward, I stand up, hand still intertwined with Isaac’s. I glare back at him, practically growling. Half of my body shifted into a siren. The other half, being touched by Isaac, was human. 

No matter how much he tried to hide it, Derek looked scared. “Come near him again, see was happens.” I growl, lowly, at him. He doesn’t move. Wise decision. When I look back at my hand, latched to Isaac, he smiles and I feel my siren side subside. He brushes his thumb against my hand. It brings me more comfort than anything. He clears his throat. “So, what did you find?” Stiles cleared his throat, stepping forward, looking anywhere but our hands. “You said they were trapped in a bank.” I look at him with a reassure, non-verbal, smile. It was as if he understood I was never gonna stop being his friend. It calmed him, slightly. “You also said someone else was in the vault.” Derek pressed. Scott asked, perplexed. “Who?” Isaac shook his head. “I don’t know.” 

(I hope you liked it! Comment below or message me, if you want to be tagged and/or you want me to continue it!!) 

late. [imagine four]

“Shit,” I hissed, as I tried to budge the side doors open at the school. Literally if you’re one minute late, they lock.

I bowed my head in defeat and started my trek up to the main office where I would have to get my second tardy in the same week. The second tardy this week that wasn’t my fault.

The sign in process was quick and the secretary glanced at me in disappointment at the notice of my second tardy. “You know, if you wake up ten minutes earlier, you wouldn’t be late,” she scolded.

“Yeah, I know Mrs. Chapman. Thanks,” I fake-smiled, grabbing my planbook with a pass to his class. I took my sweet ass time walking to his classroom – I knew I wouldn’t get in any trouble.

I opened the closed door and tried to sneak in unnoticed but he had stopped the lesson to a halt and looked at me with amused eyes. “Nice of you to join us,” he smirked.

“I have a pass,” I said through my teeth, giving him my planbook so he can glance at it.

“Second tardy this week,” he chastised.

“It was out of my control, sir.”

His playful eyes darkened for a moment and I took that as my cue to get settled in my seat that so happened to be in the front row.

During the lecture, I rarely looked up from my notes. The margins were covered in doodles and calligraphy practice when he went on tangents (he tends to go on those a lot). My usual eager participation was absent during the forty minutes and class seemed to drag longer because of it.

When the bell rang, I gathered up my supplies as quickly as possible. “Ok class is dismissed,” he had said with finality, standing by the door.

I scurried out of my chair and tried to walk through the door. He held onto my backpack strap, gently yanking me back into him. “Not for you,” he said, and I scowled in response.

“I said I was sorry for being late,” I whined.

“Hmm, I believe you didn’t,” he corrected me, still waiting for his room to clear out.

“I’m sorry for being late,” I said as sweetly as I could. “Now can I go?”

“Where’s the fire? I just want to talk to you for a little bit in private,” he said, smiling my favorite damn smile. I pouted internally – I was really trying to put up a good effort to stay agitated at him.

When the last person mosied on out of the classroom, he shut and locked the door behind him. Luckily, he had a plan after his first hour and wasn’t deserting any students in order to talk to me.

“You seem to be in a mood,” he quirked an eyebrow.

I scoffed, plopping down in his desk chair, “You’re very observant.”

He sauntered over to where I was sitting and leaned against his desk, his domineering presence right in front of me. “What did I do?” I didn’t know if it was a facade, but he actually looked concerned.

“If you keep turning off my damn alarm, I won’t sleep over at your house anymore,” I threatened. “I’m serious this time – I have two, two this week and at least five since we got together.”

He broke out into a smile and pulled me out of his chair so he could sit down with me on his lap. “Do you really mean that?”

I melted into his arms and placed my hands around the nape of his neck, inhaling his beautiful scent. “Yes! I know it’s only your class that I have first hour but if I’m late one more time, I’ll get a detention.”

He kissed me on my mouth briefly. “Ok, ok, ok. I’ll stop turning off your alarm. You just look so cute when you’re sleeping and you don’t get near enough sleep you should be getting.”

“Gee, I wonder whose fault that is…”

“You’re quite snarky this morning,” he grinned, “I like it.”

“I’m sure you do, sir.”

“Call me that one more time and I’m not quite sure I can let you go to your next class, Miss.” His eyes held the threat as he licked his lips in anticipation. I know he wanted me to say it.

“As much as I would love a punishment from your capable of hands,” I palmed his hands in reference, “I must get on with my day. Mrs. Bates is gonna get awfully suspicious if I keep wandering in from your class with a pass.”

“Let them get awfully suspicious,” he murmured as he captured my lips with his. I kissed him back for a moment – the feel of his slightly chapped lips will never feel old. Seven months with this man and I still feel as more in love as I did two years ago when he first showed up to my high school. Never did I think I could stand a chance.

I sighed against his lips and pulled back, “I would love to continue on with this, but I really do have to go. She’s giving us graduation information.”

“One more month,” he smiled. “Then you’re all mine.”

“I’m already all yours.”

Mess Up Miserably (Embry Call)

“Come on! Just talk to her!” Jacob told me.

“Yeah, she’s actually pretty cool.” Seth insisted. You were best friends with Leah so you and him were bound to grow closer.

I’d imprinted on you when you came to Sam and Emily’s looking for Leah. Now, both you and her were outside, you pleading with her to go shopping with you.

Hell, if she kept saying no, I would take you myself.

“Embry, you’ve been wanting to imprint for as long as I can remember and now you finally have!” Emily said, trying to reason with me.

“That’s exactly the problem! What if she wants nothing to do with me? I’ve wanted this for so long, what if I mess this up?“I asked, nervous as hell.

“Embry, listen to me, man. You’re either going to fail miserably and judging from the disgusting amount of sweat coming off of you, I do mean miserably, or you’re going to get everything you’ve ever wanted.” Quil said.

Everything went silent for a minute, everyone staring at Quil, surprised that he could actually say something so deep.

“What kind of Dr. Phil shit was that, Quil?” Paul asked, breaking the silence.

Everyone laughed, while I was actually taking the words of one of my best friends into consideration.

I got up abruptly, nerves in a bundle, nearly knocking over one of Emily’s chair.

Just then, Leah came walking in the door and I saw you getting into your car.

“You better go get her, man.” Jacob pushed.

I ran out the door and of course, I fell down the steps of the porch and basically face planted. I heard an audible nervous sigh come from inside the house.

“Damn, are you okay?” I heard you ask, gently grabbing my elbow to help me up.

"Oh, yeah. The only thing bruised is my dignity.” I said, getting up brushing myself off.

You laughed and I took that as a sign I wasn’t doing too bad.

"You got a little something right there,” you said, rubbing the dirt off of my cheek.

"I’m Embry, by the way.” I said, offering my hand to shake. That’s was the first time I realized how sweaty and dirty it actually was. I started to take my hand back, but you grabbed it before I could.

"I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” you said, and I knew I still hadn’t yet messed up miserably.

Byron: Unhinged

Did anyone else enjoy how petulant Byron was in his Princess Crisis event story?

He’s usually just there being completely perfect, even impassive at times.

But here, we see a different side to him. We get to experience him as he normally isn’t: worried, fearful, ecstatic– a whole different range of emotions.

I mean, he’s throwing curve balls straight out the gate. We learn that he never once had a vacation that he enjoyed:

Wait, what?

Someone slap the king with first class tickets to the tropics! Fetch the sun tan lotion! Get this man a Mai Tai! He’s fading fast!

Keep reading

RICK’S DAUGHTER PART THREE

Originally posted by midqueenally

*has not been proof read yet, sorry for the wait! * x


“Come on sweetheart; don’t give me the silent treatment!” Negan pleaded with you, sitting with your arms crossed and gazing out of the window. You continued to look out of the window, knowing you have to stand your ground firmly to get Negan to understand. “Did you hear something Carl? I swear I heard something, I just don’t know what it is.” You commented, making Carl roll his eyes. Sat between Negan and his sister was proving to be the most uncomfortable situation he had found himself in, it was bad enough he had to sit next to the man he tried to shoot less than two hours ago but it was made even worse because of the argument going on. “Y/N, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He tried to reason with his sister but was brought to a halt when she snapped around to look at him. “No Carl, he shouldn’t have said what he said and he knows that.” Briefly looking towards Negan, and then turning back to the window. “I said I was sorry to the kid Y/N! What more can I do, wife?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his ignorance. “Not say it in the first place, husband.” Now it was time for Negan to roll his eyes.


“Against the grain, kid… always against the grain.” Negan lowly laughed, dragging the razor across his skin. You stood behind him, Carl and Judith watching Negan intensely. Carl already felt uncomfortable with Negan being around his baby sister, feeling like he needed to be alert in case he tried anything. “Darlin’, pass me that towel.” Negan held his arm out, palm open waiting to receive the white towel from his wife. You picked up the towel off the rack, walking towards your husband; you pulled him around to face you. You began to pat dry his face, making sure to get the left over water and shaving cream. “You done being mad at me, sweetheart?” He asked a smirk present on his lips. You looked into his eyes, small smile on your face. “Now, how can I stay mad at that face.” You teased, caressing his face with your hand, giving a small squeeze. “Back in the good books kid, looks like sex is not off the table tonight.” He lowly chuckled, looking over at Carl. You wished he wouldn’t be so vulgar in front of your family. Carl picked up Judith, taking her to the kitchen to watch over the pasta that was cooking. “I’m going to miss your beard.” You sighed, eyes trailing over where it used to be. “I had to shave that shit, baby.” You ran your hands around his shoulders, joining them together at his neck. “That’s unfortunate, I loved the way it felt scraping my thighs.” You smirked, giving him a kiss before walking out of the bathroom. Negan watched you as you walked away, hips moving from side to side. “Control yourself.”


“Damn, that smells good. Baby, come and taste this.” Negan heavily sniffed the air, taking in the aroma of the bolognaise cooking. He took the wooden utensil out of the pan, holding it up with the sauce in the spoon, turning towards you. He raised the spoon, towards your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the spoon, tasting the red sauce. “You never told me you could cook Negan.” You questioned, crossing your arms across your chest. He chuckled, scooping up a second spoonful, sliding over to Carl. “Want a taste?” Carl stared up at him, a light scowl on his face, continuing to set the table. Negan continued to look at him, laughing, taking a taste for himself.

You all sat around the table, Olivia sat with Judith on her lap, Negan sat at the opposite you with Carl at the side of you. Negan began to tap his fingertips on the table, obviously becoming restless with waiting for dad. “I’m not waiting for your dad anymore; I don’t know where the hell he is but…” He announced, placing Lucille upright on a chair. “Lucille is hungry. Not only that, my girl is eating for two. She can’t be waiting around for her daddy. Well, her father anyway” Negan snatched the napkin off the table tucking it into the inside of his shirt, getting ready to eat with you blushing at his comment. “Carl, pass the rolls.” He asked, turning his head to look at Carl as he didn’t make a move. “Please.” He said, sounding forced. Carl looked towards you; you raised your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders. Carl picked up the rolls, passing them over to a smug looking Negan. 


You watched Negan outside from the window, talking to a man in a grey thin jumper. Arat was stood guarding the front of the house, just below the stairs. You had no clue what was going on, when you felt a presence come at the side of you. “Why do you love him?” you heard the voice say, recognizing it as Olivia. You turned your head to her, with a puzzled look on your face. “And what makes you think you can question me about that?” You replied bluntly, annoyed this woman clearly judging your relationship with Negan. “After everything he’s done to us, your dad and brother? How could you?” You walked towards her, Olivia backing up a little in fear. “You want to know why? I’ll tell you. Because ever since this world went to shit, he has protected me, my dad sent me away. Making me choose between my husband and my family. That showed me he didn’t fully care, Negan supports me and our child. Sure, he treats you like shit but that is not my problem, you wouldn’t understand his reasons and I don’t expect you to Olivia. But don’t you ever question me and my husband’s relationship.” You backed up from her, walking outside to the porch of the house.


“Only thing missing is a pool table, nothing better than a good game of 8 ball.” You heard Negan proclaim, with a small glass of whiskey in his hands. You moved towards him, placing yourself behind the rocking chair he was sat on. “Hey baby, Spencer I’d like you to meet Y/N, my beautiful wife.” He said, as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He brought you hand to his mouth, placing a kiss to it before turning back to his conversation.  Spencer pointed over to another house opposite the one you were at. “House across the street has one in the garage.” Negan smirked, raising his eyebrows. “Oh Spencer, you may just be my new best friend.” Spencer smiled genuinely at Negan but you knew better. He was naive, thinking Negan actually had friends. “Such a nice day though, too nice to be cooped up in some garage, don’t you think? Oh, I got a better idea.” He exclaimed, standing up taking his leather jacket off the back of the chair. 


You knew there was a reason Spencer wanted to talk to Negan, and it was Rick. He claimed Rick to have a big ego, saying his mom used to be the leader of Alexandria before your dad came along. Spencer wanted to become the leader, follow in his mother’s footsteps. Residents of Alexandria began to gather around the pool table Negan had moved into the street, watching the game between Negan and Spencer. You normally could tell what Negan was thinking or plan out his movements but he was unreadable. You didn’t know what game he was playing, if he would actually take Spencer’s proposition into consideration. “You know, I’m thinking, Spencer. I’m thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts but he is out there right now, gathering shit for me to make sure I don’t hurt any of the fine people that live here. He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done. That takes guts.” Negan explained, taking another shot with the cue then placing it down on the table.

“And then there’s you. The guy who waited for Rick to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty work, so he could take Rick’s place. So I got to ask – if you wanna take over, why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?” Your eyes wondered over Spencer, is that what he had wanted to achieve? To get Negan to kill your dad off, so he could take back control of this place, Spencer looked at Negan in disbelief. “What? No, no.” He denied, looking worried and confused. “You know what I’m thinking? ’Cause I have a guess.” Negan was inches away from Spencer’s face, looking him in the eyes. “It’s because you got no guts.” He whispered, pulling out his machete plunging it into Spencer’s torso. You heard gasps and cries coming from the Alexandrians, you in a state of shock yourself. No matter how long you had been with him, you still felt that sinking feeling coming to terms with this side of Negan. The cold, heartless side, always making you doubt your relationship with this man a little. “Ohh. How embarrassing. There they are. They were inside you the whole time! You did have guts.” Negan joked as blood dribbled out of Spencer’s mouth, him holding his organs in his hands.  “I’ve never been so wrong in my whole life! Now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up. Oh. Anyone want to finish the game? C'mon, sweetheart how about you.” Negan pointed over to you. “Now come on baby, don’t get soft on me! It’s just a little guts and blood, don’t be scared. I was winning as well!” He cooed, you stood in your position, not being able to move. You looked over at a young woman with brown hair, noticing her shaking with anger, staring at Spencer’s body with a rage in her eyes.


A gunshot went off; you immediately tackled this woman to the ground, shoving the barrel of your gun into her neck. “Shit! What the shit?! Shit! You just – You tried to kill me?! You shot Lucille!” you heard Negan going off at her, while all she did is stare at you. “You try and kill my husband, right in front of me?! The father of my child?!” Negan walked over to the bullet, examining it. “What is this? What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darlin’, but you showed some real ingenuity here. Baby, move that gun up on that girl’s face.” You did as he asked, breathing heavily while your heart was racing. “Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?!” he roared, staring down at the girl. “Unless, Unless you tell me who made this.” She looked towards your husband. “It was me. I made it.” She tried to get Negan to believe her, but you knew he was too smart for her.

“You see, now I just think you’re lying. And you lying to me now?! Such a shame. My wife’s going to have to put a bullet into that empty head of yours.

Seriously (2/?)

Summary: After a bad hunt with The Winchesters, you find yourself parting ways after 3 years of hunting alongside the two  . The minute you’re on your own you make a new life, a life without the Winchesters . But what happeneds hen you’re forced back into each other’s lives ?

Warning: Swears, Dean being an ass ,making out(barely).

Pairing: Dean x reader ( slightly ) , Sam x Reader


You clear your throat awkwardly,

“ Alright Agents, follow me.” you say, your tone slightly wavering.

 What the fucking fuck. Why .  WHY WHY WHY.

 You unlock the door to the file room, holding it open while the boys shuffle through.

“ Y/n-” Sam starts, but you lift your hand stopping him .

“ Ill be at my desk if you need anything. "  you turn on your heel , quickly leaving the room .

 You flop down into your chair, dropping your head into your hands. You nearly fall out of your seat when you hear Detective Reagans voice again ,

” You doing anything tonight y/n?“ he asks . At first, you tried to not to get personal with anyone at work,  but Detective Jamie Reagan didn’t let that last long. You two have hung out numerous times, alone and with other officers from work .You’d be lying if you said you aren’t attracted to him , he was tall with light blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. You’re attracted to his personality just as much , he was caring, friendly , dedicated and funny.  You love flirting with him, you never know if hell play back or get extremely flustered from the attention.

” I cant say that I am Detective .“ you purr  . You stand, running your hand up his chest and straightening his tie .

 He smiles, as he goes to reply he is interrupted by someone clearing their throat. 

” Agent Barton, how can I help you?“ Jaime says , You remove your hand from his tie and turn to face Dean. Seriously?

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

 ” Could I borrow you for a second, Miss Y/n?“ he says, annoyance dripping from his voice. You have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes,

” Of course, I’ll be right back  .“ you call over your shoulder to Jaime.

 You follow Dean back to the file room, shutting the door behind you after you step in .

” What. “ you snap .

” Well its good to see you too sweetheart.“ Dean sarcastically replies. 

You cross your arms,  ” I have work to do , so spit it out Dean.“

” Yeah , you looked like you were working real hard with detective goodytwoshoes.“

” Fuck off Dean -“

” Can you guys stop already? Y/n, did you read into the details of these murders?“ Sam asks, clearly irritated with the both of you .

” I was going to call Bobby after work to get someone out here to look closer into them.“

” Why wouldn’t you just do it? Arent you still hunt-“

” It doesn’t concern you , just solve the damn case and get the hell out of my town. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m 99% sure its a witch . “

You storm out of the room, calming down as you approach Jamie , who was now sitting in your chair.

” Everything okay ?“ he asks,  as he’ s spinning around  in your chair. You giggle at him,

” Mhm, you’re going to make yourself dizzy .“ you warn as he continues.

” I think I can handle it . Bar tonight?“

” Just don’t barf on my desk . & sure, I’m off at 8 .“ you answer with a wink  . You watch as a blush spreads over his cheeks, he stands from your chair , wobbling a little.  You laugh as he tries to carefully walk back to his office, you can still see him wobbling a little.   What a dork. 


     Jamie’s lips nip at your neck as you fumble with your keys trying to unlock your front door . He finds your sensitive spot,right under your ear , causing your to melt back against his chest.

” You’re going to have to stop that if we actually want to get into my house Jamie. “ you whine, his hands grip your hip as he chuckles. He listens though , controlling himself until you finally get the door open . As soon as its shut again, Jaime is pressing you up against it , capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You wind your arms around his neck, making the kiss heat up even more. You only part when your lungs start burning from lack of air,

” bedroom?“ he asks with a smile .

 You cant seem to form words, so you just nod . He lifts you up ,you giggle as you lock your legs around his waist.  Before he makes it to the stairs, his phone starts ringing , you both groan as he sets your feet back on the floor.

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You impatiently watch as he answers, frustration crossing his features as he hangs up  .

" I have to go , someone torched a house and we need to secure the area before people start crowding ." 

 You nod, giving him one last passionate kiss before he leaves .  When you shut your door, you sink down against it trying to calm yourself down.  You’re startled by knocking on the door that sends vibrations through your body.

” Y/n, its us.“  Of course it is. 

You open the door , two very battered Winchesters barely managing to stand are in your doorway .

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” Oh my God! “ you all but throw them inside . Sam’s hunched over, hand resting on his ribs, with cuts all over his face. While Dean has a busted nose, and two black eyes starting to form along with cuts littering his face too .

” Sit, ill get the first aid kit. “  You sprint up your stairs, grabbing the kit and flying back down the stairs. 

” Shirt off now Sammy. “ you order, you watch as he struggles to slide off his flannel , it was even worse trying to watch him get his under shirt off. You sigh, grabbing the scissors from the kit you get closer to sam and swat away his hands. You cut the shirt off his body , revealing his already bruising abdomen.

” This is going to hurt , but I have to see if they are broken .“ you warn as you start feeling around his body . You feel him tense from the pain , but thankfully nothing seems broken , just bruised.  You move on and clean up his face, none of the cuts deep enough to need stitches.You wrap his middle, settling him on the couch with a bag on ice resting over the bandages. Dean was a different story,  you could tell by just looking a the cut above his eyebrow that it was too deep .

"Are your ribs busted too? Or just your face?”

“ Just my face sweetheart."  Your heart hurts as the petname slips from his lips. You remember everytime he’d call you that before, before he forced you away . You push away the memories, starting on repairing his face. You placed the proper strips on his nose to align it , and stitched up his cut .

” How did you guys find me?“ you ask as you wash your hands and clean up .

"  I hacked into the stations employee files .” Sam says casually . You cant help but laugh .

“ I’m assuming you took  care of the witch , and that’s the house that’s up in flames?” you question. They both nod .

“Y/n, thank you for this. You didn’t have to do this after-”

“ It’s fine Sam .The bathrooms upstairs, 2nd door on the left if either of you want a shower. Guest rooms are on either sides of it . Help yourself to anything here .” you say as you head up the stairs . Its about 10 pm, but you know you wont be able to fall asleep tonight, not with the Boys just down the hall .  There was no way you could turn them away, no matter how much anger you’re still holding. They were your family at a point in time, and that wont change no matter what idiotic things they do . It doesn’t mean you’re going to let Dean off the hook  . While you & Sam were close like siblings, you and Dean were something different. You never spoke of your mutual feelings,  but it was silently known between the two of you . Your relationship with Dean contained more flirting than with Sam .It was never anything more than words though , both of you not sure how to act on them. Hiding his feelings was one of Deans best talents apparently.

You throw on your baggy ACDC tee, deciding against pants for the night. Right as you collapse into bed, your text alert goes off.

“ Does your doorbell not work?” - Jamie  CRAP.

 You bolt out of your room and down the stairs, Dean is still awake watching TV on the couch but you fly right past him to the door . You open it enough that it doesn’t look like your trying to hide the fake FBI agent on your couch.

“ Jamie, what are you doing here ? ” you ask , trying to catch your breath.

“ It didn’t take as long as we assumed, I thought we could pick up where we left off.” he says, fisting his hand into your shirt and tugging you forward to crash his lips to yours . His hand slides down, grabbing at your ass. You moan at the feeling, but come falling back into reality when you hear the TV behind you .  Son of a bitch .

You gently push away from Jaime with a shy smile,

“ I don’t think its a good idea tonight, we both have to get up early . ”

He sighs, he doesn’t try to push the idea on you. His lips land on yours for a sweet , quick kiss.

“ Ill see you in the morning?” he asks

You nod, “ goodnight Reagan .”

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He smiles ,then walks back to this car. You watch as he leaves, trying to silently close the door  behind you .

“ So , you and your boss. Real classy Y/n."   Dean judgmental tone finally throws you over the edge.

” Who the hell are you to judge me Dean?  You force me away from you and your brother,then show up on my doorstep years later looking for me to play Doctor. If it wasn’t for Sammy, I would of slammed the damn door in your face!“ you shout

He scoffs, ” You didn’t give me a choice! You had no regard for your own -“

” Tell me something Dean , howd you get the broken nose? Throwing yourself infront of Sam to save him, pushing him out of the way ? “

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He stays silent, giving you the answer you already knew.

” You’re a fucking hypocrite . You risk yourself to save everyone else, why cant you deal with someone doing it for-“

” I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you die because of me!“

” So you want us to have to watch you do it for us! Because its any easier on us !“ you yell . Dean is standing right infront of you now, both of your chests heaving.

"  I couldn’t lose you Y/n . I don’t know what i’d do.” he says quietly.

“You did though Dean , and it was no ones fault but your own." 

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It was silent for what seems like forever, your phone ringing breaks the tense silence. You pick it up , and before you can speak Bobbys voice is booming through the line .

” Ive got a lead on an oversized wolf pack Y/n , I need all hands on deck. “

You look up , locking eyes with Dean.   I know I’m going to regret this.

” I’m in. “

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“Kiss Me” Benny The Jet Imagine

Request: “ Can I request a Benny Rodriguez (the sandlot) imagine where you’re dating Benny and Smalls is your little sister and all the other guys think you’re really hot and they tease Benny when they see a hickey on your neck? Thanks love!!”

Word Count: 942

Warnings: None

A/N: I changed it up a bit. I hope you still like it!


The yelling of baseball terms filled my ears as I entered the sandlot to grab my brother, Scotty “Smalls”. He neglected to do some of his chores before leaving to go play baseball with all these dweebs. I scan the field until I spot my brother, my twin brother. He may be older than me by a minute and twelve seconds, but I’m a lot more mature and responsible compared to him. My eyes locked on my brother.

“SCOTTY!” I yelled at the top of my lungs

Everyone jumped and looked towards me, they stared like they’ve never seen a girl before. I’ve never been here when people were actually playing, and I’ve never met these kids before. They huddled together while I just stared at them and crossed my arms against my chest. They kept looking up at me, it was kind of creeping me out.

“MOM IS MAD AT YOU. IF YOU DON’T COME OVER NOW I WILL COME OVER THERE AND DRAG YOU MYSELF.” I yelled once again at the group of boys.

My brothers starts to jog toward me and I start heading towards home again.

“Why is mom mad at me?” He questioned as he tilted his head

“You forgot to put the dishes away, put the towels back, and grab your laundry.” 

We got to the house and Scotty wanted to say something but then continued to avoid the subject.

I was in bed in my pajamas reading a magazine when I heard a knock on my door.

“Who is it?”

“Scotty…”

“Come in.” I said as I sat up and put the magazine down.

He closed my door and pulled up a chair next to my bed.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“This is gonna be weird…” He said as he started trailing off.

“Just spit it out.”

“Me and the boys were talking.. actually, they were just asking me about you…’

“And…?”

“They think you’re hot…and they want you to come to the sandlot tomorrow…” He said as he started to rub the back of his neck.”

“Yeah….. I’ll come. But this was a very weird way of asking me.” I chuckled.

He left my room and I turned off my lamp and fell asleep.

*The next day*

We ate breakfast, did our chores, then headed to the sandlot. We talked about how all his friends thought I was hot.

“Did you explain that we’re twins?” I said as a chuckle escaped my lips.

“Nope, you called me over before I could even mention it.”

We laughed about this whole ordeal all the way to the sandlot. Everyone was already huddled up. Scotty made his way to his friends and I made my way to the sidelines. I watched their game as each of them tried their hardest to flirt and impress me.

Minutes and then hours went by. Eventually the baseball game came to an end and we all made our way to the best pizzeria in town.

They were all flirting with me the entire way there, except Benny. Come to think of it, he hasn’t said a word to me all day.

We ordered our pizza and the one vital question popped up.

“So, Y/N. How much older than Smalls are you?” Ham asked.

Scotty and I looked at each other and gulped.

“Actually…” I cleared my throat. “He’s older than me… by one minute and twelve seconds… Scotty and I are twins…”

Everyone’s jaws dropped, except Benny’s, he just clenched his jaw. Scotty and I shot each other a look that was worth more than a thousand words.

No one knew how to react. Everyone was confused.

Squints was the first one to break the silence.

“So, Y/N, how is hot babe like you the younger twin of a dweeb like that?”

This set off a whole conversation of being a twin that my brother and I were not expecting.

We ate delicious pizza and discussed love life, twin life, and summer plans.

The sun was just about to kiss the horizon and we all decided to go home. Benny and I stayed behind to clean up our stall a tad bit.

“You didn’t talk much, if at all today.” I said as we left the shop.

Still, nothing.

We made our way onto the stone bridge separating our part of town from main street.

I leaned against the rail of the bridge.

“What do I need to do get you to talk?’

“Kiss me.” He finally said.

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

I leaned in and our lips touched. My heart fluttered with content. New sensations danced around my body.

Benny’s lips trailed to my neck, eventually finding my sweet spot. 

After what seemed like hours, we talked about our life as we walked to our houses. He liked me and I liked him.

I went to bed one happy girl that night.

*Next day*

I woke up at noon. panicking until I remembered that my parents went on a lunch date and Scotty and his friends went to the pool.

I’m not much of a swimmer so I ate lunch and walked all the way down to the town pool.

I enter through the dressing room and I look at the mirror and see three hickies on my neck.

“Well damn…” I thought to myself.

I make my way to my brother and his friends and before I could even announce my presence, Squints made an announcement.

“Damn Y/N who sucked your neck?”

Both Benny and I blushed heavily and the boys started hollering and teasing us for what seemed like hours.

Man, this was going to be a long summer.


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Emma needed to take off for the evening so I decided to do the same. Jared’s system was set to lock up soon so I made sure I grabbed all of my things. I headed for the door before staring back into the lab. Everything was in its place. I just wanted to make sure of it before I left. Jared was always a cluster fuck. But when it came to music, he was more balanced. Organized.

I shut the door. Startled at how fast the lock came hitched. I immediately sent him a message letting him know that I closed shop and headed for my car. Driving home, I got a chance to look up at the stars of the first time in what felt like forever. They were way more beautiful than ever as they twinkled madly while dancing in the moonlight.

As I gazed up at the stars at each stoplight, my mind didn’t seem to let me enjoy the bliss of the moment. It began to wonder how I would approach the situation with Shannon. I didn’t want to scare him off nor did I want to kill what we were having.  But I needed to approach it someway but since I just couldn’t think of a way, I just decided not to even bring it up.

As I pulled into my driveway, I was surprised to see his truck sitting there with no lights. I pulled down my sun visor to adjust my makeup as soon as the car stopped but when I pulled alongside his, I noticed that he was sitting in the driver’s seat.

I quickly fixed the visor before turning my car off. As I glanced over, I noticed that he was staring at me, shooting the sweetest smile that his lips had worn in a while in my direction. I smiled right back as I shook my head giggling to myself. He always managed to make me feel so joyful but in disbelief that this was happening to me. Utter happiness.

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Kidnapped

A/N: I wrote this instead of studying so I hope you like it 

Warnings: Kidnapping (Not much else) 


Originally posted by eggstiles


Beacon hills. To everybody, it seemed like any other town. The people seemed normal. But what people didn’t know was that there were supernatural creatures running around the city, terrorizing innocent people. Scott Mccall had made it his duty to help these innocent victims and to make this town a better place.

Of course, he couldn’t do it alone. He had the help of many. Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Stiles Stilinski and me. Stiles and I had been with Scott forever. Being Scott’s little sister was not only hard because of all the danger I was put in but seeing Scott come home covered in bruises hurt more than I can describe.

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Sneaking Around


AU: Juice was a prospect in 1998 and became a full member in 1999. He stayed a loved and respected member. He never got on the clubs bad side or anything of that nature. He was born February 1980 and she was born March 1982? In that time range. This is part 1 of my new series which will be tagged JuicexEvan


//July1998//

“We have to keep this a secret. For now,” Juice whispered, leaving kisses on my neck and chest. He sat back on his knees and pulled his top. He smirked down at me and bit his lip. I sat up and put my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him close, pushing my lips onto his.

This was a routine thing. It has been for nearly four months. We had to keep everything secret. He was eighteen and I was sixteen. Juice and I both believed that my entire family, including my brother Jackson, would kill him if they caught us. I wanted to tell them about how much I love Juice.

His hand slid under my tank-top and he started to grin. His lips went back to my neck, causing me to let out loud, filthy moans. I silently prayed that nobody would show up at Juice’s house. They could hear me from the front door.

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31 with Stiles from Teen wolf please?

Stiles Stilinski - “I haven’t slept in ages.”

“Your father said that you were still awake…” You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe. You had actually not wanted to come here at this time, but you had nowhere else to go and you just needed to get out of the house.

“Yeah, I haven’t slept in ages, actually…” Stiles shrugged his shoulders and nonchalantly he took his eyes from his computer screen and turned around. “When I close my eyes I have nightmares, so instead I try to actually do something useful with my nights.”

You curled your lips up into a slight smile, but you didn’t manage to make your eyes smile along. “They say that people die if they don’t sleep at all for a few days.” You licked your lips and shifted your weight from one leg to the other. “You go insane, slowly lose your mind, start to hallucinate and then you just die.”

“I know.” Stiles nodded and then he kept silent for a short moment. “So, what are you doing here at this time of the day, well, night actually?” He cocked his head a little and you bent your head to stare at the ground beneath your feet.

“My parents were fighting and I just couldn’t stay in the house for one moment longer, so I went out for a little walk.” You took a deep breath. “I saw that the lights in the living room were still on.” Your voice was barely a whisper and you fought the burning tears in your eyes. “I’m actually waiting until they’ll start to throw vases and plates to each other’s head.”

“Hey…” Stiles stood up from his chair and wrapped his arms around you to press you as tightly to his chest as possible. “My parents fought sometimes too. It doesn’t always mean something.” His hands rubbed your back and you buried your face in his neck.

“They’re not fighting sometimes, Stiles.” You shook your head and the tears were now rolling down your cheeks. “They’re fighting all the time. They can’t be in the same room without yelling at each other. When we’re having dinner they ask me to pass messages to the other.” You sniffed and took a few deep breaths before you continued. “It’s that bad that I think that maybe they should just split up so I’m no longer stuck in the middle!” You felt your chest moving up and down and curled your fingers up.

“Do you want my father to go talk to them?” Stiles whispered and his lips were touching your ear. “It’s your house too and you live there too and if you feel like this…” He paused for a moment. “I hope your parents will listen when my father says that it can’t go on like this forever.”

“Would he really want to do that?” You looked up and forgot that your face was covered in tears and that your eyes were probably red and swollen from crying.

“Of course he would.” Stiles curled his lips up into a smile. “Would you want to stay here for the night?”

“I’d love to.”

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Jimin Fan Fic 

It was late in the evening when I got a text from my classmate Jimin. He was an odd one id have to say but maybe it was because we had just started talking to each other. I’m sure he’ll open up soon but I’ll admit he is gorgeous and I may have thought of him pressing me against the wall a few times during class and don’t even get me started with his music.

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“Mommy Ate A Baby?!”

Part 2 of “I Want That One Daddy!…” JSP

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

He promised more time with you. And that is what you got! He’s spent every waking moment he had with you for the past month. Neither of you were complaining. Of course not all his time was with you. Of course Y/D/N wouldn’t let you have you have your gorgeous husband all to yourself. And her reasoning for that was. “But I love Daddy too Mommy!” You didn’t blame her. Who didn’t love Hyuk? The man is everything. You woke up slightly earlier than everyone else. You smiled at Hyuk’s sleeping figure. He was smiling in his sleep, which caused you to wonder. “You better be dreaming about me or else.” You threatened under your breath. You quietly walked out of the room and went downstairs, into the kitchen. You decided it would be easier to start breakfast before Y/D/N woke up or she’d be bugging you more than Hyuk already does. That’s one more thing she gets from her father. She gets your smarts. But gets his looks, personality, and the power to bother you like no other. 

They are both annoying and adorable. But they are both your babies. Sometimes you swear on your life that you’re not only raising your daughter but you’re raising Hyuk as well. Just when you started the eggs you felt strong arms wrap around you and a pair of lips on your neck. A small smile was painted on your face in only a matter of seconds. “This early you’re making breakfast?” He questioned. “Of course. What else would I be doing?” “Laying next to your beautiful husband.” He answered. “I wouldn’t say he’s beautiful. He’s at least a four.” You joked. “Yah! I’m not a four! I’m a ten!” He defended. You turned around and pecked his lips. “You are whatever you believe you are. Which reminds me, I have a doctor’s appointment today. You coming?” “Yeah, I’ll go. I’ll just let Jiho babysit Y/D/N.” He said. “Woah. Woah. Hold on there. You’re gonna let Jiho babysit? Remember what happened last time? The house was trashed and she had him tied to a chair while she ran around in a tutu shouting that she ruled the world.” You mentioned. “Yeah I don’t need my little girl becoming a dictator. What about Crush?” He asked. “Nope. Remember? She had him in a fairy costume and put used my concealer on him and spilled it all over the carpet. And it took us months to get that stain out.” You thought for a little bit who would be the best babysitter. You didn’t have the time to find an actually babysitter. All his friends were terrible. None of your friends were really babysitter material either. You didn’t want to leave her just with anyone. 

That’s when it came to you. You sighed knowing this was your last option. “What if we call over both Crush and Jiho? Two half brains can make a full.” “That’s a good idea. You finish breakfast and I’ll call them up.” You continued to cook. He got on the phone with both of them and told them of the situation. Of course they agreed and came almost immediately which resulted in you cooking more food. You were all sitting at the table eating breakfast. “So Y/N? What’s your appointment about?” Jiho asked. “I’ve been sick these pass couple of weeks with really weird symptoms and this is the day they had to fit me in. So I just want to get this over with.” You admitted. You looked to your left and saw Y/D/N in her PJs, rubbing her eyes, with her one of her stuff animals being chocked to death with her right arm. “Mommy. Daddy. Why are Uncle Jiho and Uncle Hyo Seob doing here?” She asked walking over. Hyuk pulled her into his lap and moved the hair out of her face. 

“They are going to babysit you for today while I take mommy to the doctor.” Hyuk explained. “Is mommy okay?” “She’s fine sweetie. Don’t worry. She’ll be all better soon. We just need to find out what’s wrong. Now can you be a good little girl for your uncles and not become a dictator dressed like a princess?” “What’s a dictator?” She questioned. “Someone you don’t want to be. Now be a good girl for your uncles. And maybe I’ll buy you a doll and some ice cream. Okay?” She nodded and they high fived. You loved their relationship. No one loved Hyuk like your daughter loved him. That father daughter relationship that everyone loved and cherished. And of course you were apart of everyone. You made your way upstairs to change into a fresh pair of clothes. You took a quiet shower, slipped on a causal outfit, and made your way back downstairs. They were already playing. “Now look Hyo Seob and Jiho. I expect my daughter to be in one piece when I get home. You are in charge Hyo Seob. No dangerous that could kill or hurt her. If she gets hurt you’ll both get hurt. And I won’t be the one hurting you. Y/N’s very violent when it comes to Y/D/N. Are we clear?” Hyuk explained. He sounded as if he was some general in one of those military movies. 

“Yeah. We got it.” They both said tending back to Y/D/N. You grabbed your shoes, slipped them and got in the car as did Hyuk. He drove to the doctor’s. On the way there you wondered all the possibilities of your symptoms. You hoped you were okay. Once you got there, you checked in and was immediately put into your doctor’s office. Dr. Janggok. She’s been your doctor since you were really young. She made doctor visits fun and different. She even attended your wedding because she as such a good friend. You told her your symptoms and she suggested a blood test. You took it without really thinking about what you could have. Hyuk was by your side all the way, not letting your hand go, not once. He acted as if you were afraid of needles. If anyone was afraid of needles. It’s him. 

Back at home Jiho turned on some cartoons for Y/D/N while Hyo Seob fixed her hair. “Where did you learn how to do that?” Jiho asked him. “I barely know how to do this. It was just something I picked up from those American movies.” He gather all her hair and put it in a high ponytail. “Ouch! Not so tight Uncle Hyo Seob!” “Sorry Y/D/N! I didn’t mean to.” He apologized loosing it up. “Y/D/N. Look! Your Uncle Jiho picked out an outfit for you. Why don’t you go in your room and changed into it?” She nodded and grabbed the outfit. She rushed to her room, changed and ran back out. She looked adorable. He picked out white undershirt and to go over the shirt was overalls. “Good job Y/D/N! You look adorable. Come sit in my lap.” Jiho said patting his lap. She sat in his lap and continued to watch the cartoons. This was the best she’s ever been for someone. “You want some milk?” Jiho asked her. She nodded and smiled. “What flavor little one?” “Strawberry.” She answered. “Hyung? Can you get Y/D/N some strawberry milk?” “Yeah.” Hyo Seob got up and went into the kitchen to look for some strawberry milk. He found it some in the fridge. he poured it into a cup, stuck in a pink crazy loop straw, and gave it to her. 

In the doctor’s office you were a little nervous. It’s been awhile since you’ve been here. Dr. Janggok walked back into the room with a smile on her face. But there was something about her smile that was really weird. “I have some news. I don’t know if it’s good or bad in your context.” She said. “What is it?” Hyuk asked. “Is everything okay?” “Of course, Y/N. Everything’s fine. You’re pregnant.” Your eyes widened as did Hyuk. “Pregnant?!” “Another one?! Another kid!” Hyuk shouted almost fainting. “Congratulations. I wish the best of luck for the both of you and the baby. Tell Y/D/N. I said hi.” 

After your visit you got a sonogram. You couldn’t stop staring at it. It was giving you flashbacks of the first time you were pregnant. Inside of you she was a handful. Always hurting you on purpose, making you hate your favorite foods. You knew she would be a troublemaker. And she is. “Babe. Do you have any names for our baby?” You asked sweetly. “If it’s a girl, maybe (Girl’s Name) and if it’s a boy, (Boy’s Name).” He answered. B/N. You loved it. Once you got home you saw all three of them on the couch watching some cartoons. It was the closest you’ve ever seen Y/D/N with the both of them. It was the first time you’ve seen them spend a while with her without in makeup or dresses on. They just ignored the fact you were home. You grabbed a piece of paper, balled it up and threw up towards Jiho. They looked toward you and groaned. “We were just getting along!” Hyo Seob admitted. “Thanks guys for babysitting Y/D/N.” Hyuk said. They got up and left with a flick of the wrist. 

You sat down next to your daughter. “Mom! Where did you go?” She asked. “Your father and I went to the doctor and we found out some news. And we wanted to run it by you first.” “What is it?” She was very curious. Hyuk grabbed her little hand and laid it over your stomach. “We’re having another baby. You’re gonna be a big sister.” He explained to her. “Where is it?” “In mommy’s stomach.” He answered. “MOMMY ATE A BABY?!” You couldn’t help but burst into laughter as did Hyuk.


I wanted to continue this into a part 2 because I feeling it. Sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed. Love ya. Admin Bad Bitch June

Originally posted by papi2x

Kai Parker ~ Forbidden Love

Summary: Your the Salvatore’s little sister and as Damon passionately hates Kai dating him is definitely not something your brothers want you to do.

Ever since you met Kai you had been interested in him. You weren’t sure what it was about him that attract you but you new that if you went anywhere near him you’d probably get informed my Damon for the 100th time how he was dangerous and blah blah.

You had a rebel side but most of the time you were an angel and listened to your brothers but being a goodie two shoes all the time was boring and you were old enough to make your own decisions despite only looking 19 because you were a vampire.    

So when you saw Kai sat at the Grill that you’d go in. There was no point in letting your brothers control you for eternity.

As you went in the Grill you decide to seat a few seats away from him and order a drink. You pretended like you didn’t know he was there but out the corner of your eye you saw him notice you and stare slightly. 

You looked over at him ad he smirked at you. You felt your heart stop briefly. “Stop crushing on him so hard y/n,” you thought.

“Do you have something to say or are you just admiring the view?” Kai asked making you realise you were staring.

‘I um….” you attempted to speak. “Get it together y/n” you thought. 

He came and stood next to you leaning on the bar counter. 

“I guess you’re shocked at how handsome I am” Kai smirked

“You wish” you hiss 

He chuckles and then looks down at you.

“So your Damon’s little sister , y/n right?” He asked

“Don’t pretended like your barely know who I am, Kai” you said staring into his eyes. There was nothing you wanted to more than to lean forward and kiss him.

He smirked at you again. Even your short conversation with him had given you butterflies, just him looking at you gave you butterflies. 

“I really don’t understand how your related to Damon, I mean you definitely got the good looks of the family.” he told you.

You giggled and blushed. Why were you acting like this you barely ever giggled.

“God, your giggle, sorry I can’t help myself.” he said before crashing his lips into yours.

Your eyes widened, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You were kissing Kai Parker! 

He put his hands on your hips and lifted you off the chair, you wrapped your legs round his waist. His touch made your hairs stand up.

“Let’s go back to my house” you said as the kiss got heated. 

“Sure” he said and you felt a cold rush of air around you as you arrived in the Salvatore mansion.

He shoved you on the sofa and ripped off your shirt. 

“Hey is that you y/n.. oh my god!” you heard Stefan say as he entered the room.

“Shit.” you said under your breath as you and Kai sat up.

“Is everything ok-” Damon’s eyes widened as he saw you and Kai “Y/n Salvatore what do you think you are doing!”

You didn’t know what to do or say.

“Kai leave…. NOW!” Damon yelled. 

You and Kai started to laugh. 

“I guess I have to go see you soon sweetheart” Kai said while leaving.

Damon and Stefan glared at him. When he’d gone they gave you a disapproving look. 

“Well I’m going to bed now” you said rushing up the stairs.


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Happy Sunday! I hit up the gym and now I’m reading out on my balcony with my summer drink of choice: pino grigio poured over frozen raspberries 😍❤️🍷

Note to self: Buy a cheap outdoor side table so you don’t have to keep using a folding chair.

I’m looking forward to moving into an actual house with a back porch in a few months, but this view isn’t too bad for an apartment 😌

Burned(Marliza AU)

Word count: 6456(I’m so sorry)

Note: so, this took too long to write, is too long, but I’m very excited about it. It’s a Paper Towns AU, and if you’ve read Paper Towns then you know this is going to be interesting.

Thanks so much to @secretschuylersister for reading through everything and screaming support. And thanks for @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens for helping me edit some

Warning: alcohol mentions, swearing, mentions of sex, cheating, and being a terrible sister

Tags: @maybe-mikala @queerenbian @linmanuclmiranda @ham4fan-fiction


Eliza had never been entirely grounded to one spot. She had a move-around-never-sit-still-always-doing-something personality.

Her outlandish adventures and increasingly epic escapades had attracted people to her like moths to a bug-zapper: beautiful but deep down dangerous, and she burned the people that got too close.

All but one, and that one burned her.


“Maria, I’m just saying, if you choose to go to college straight out of highschool then your father and I can try to pay-”

“But nothing is guaranteed,” I argued. It was this way all the time– go the way we want and we can support you until we can’t, and we can’t always came too soon. “That’s why I’m saying I need to wait and save enough money to pay for what you can’t. If I take out student loans, I’ll drown in them.”

“This might not be the best choice for you, Maria.”

“That’s the only route that’s guaranteed,” I pointed out, before looking through the passenger seat window and realizing we had pulled up outside the brick entrance to school, the glass doors gleaming. “Would you look at that, we’re here,” I said, desperate to get out of the judgemental atmosphere of my mother’s van. “Gotta go.” I kissed her on the cheek, before pushing the door open and hopping out. My mother didn’t even make an attempt at rolling down the tinted window and shouting something about having a good day and that she loved me. Instead, she put the car in drive, and disappeared into the line of cars waiting for an escape out of the endless parking lot.

“Wouldya look at that,” a familiar voice shouted. “Maria Lewis in da house!” I turned around, coming face-to-face with Sarah, one half of the only two friends I had retained thus far.

“I’ve only missed one day this year, why do you sound so surprised?”

“Ah yes, that one glorious day you missed, because of a wicked hangover.”

“Sarah,” I cautioned. She knew better than to be shouting my illegal affairs at the top of her lungs. Albeit, my list of illegal affairs was a short one.

“Remind me,” she continued, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. “Wouldn’t that be the same night that you almost hooked up with-”

“Zip it!” I hissed, before grabbing Sarah’s arm and yanking her into the building. I tugged her into the first bathroom I could find, without releasing her arm. “What is wrong with you?”

“Shall I organize that alphabetically or in greatest to least in terms of affecting my daily life?” She asked, a sarcastic smile hooking up the corners of her mouth.

“I’m serious, Sarah. There are things you shout in front of a school, and there are things you don’t.”

“I’m going to need some examples.”

“Things you do shout,” I began, counting on my fingers. “‘Did you do the math homework’ ‘I need coffee’ ‘I regret not calling in fake sick.’”

“And things you don’t?” She mused.

“Stuff about my sexlife!” I snapped, and the message finally seemed to cross her mind. After a moment of silence, “understood,” was all she muttered.

“Thank you,” I drawled, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I have to get to calculus.”

“So you’re going to leave me stranded in this bathroom?” She asked, the usual joking manner coming back into her full force.

“There’s an exit, I’m sure you can figure the way out.”

“Obviously,” she scoffed, and I stopped long enough to take in her look. “But are you forgetting that Quinn has your calculus notebook?”

I groaned. Sarah was right, Quinn– the other of my only two friends– did have my calculus notebook in her possession. “You could have lead with that!” I snapped.

“You know I don’t operate that way.”

“Where’s Quinn?” I asked, blowing a breath through my teeth. “I need to get my notebook, then I need to kill her.”

“No murders,” Sarah bargained, and I shot her a glance that clearly said to be quiet unless you want to end up on my hitlist. “It’s before first period, so she’s in band.”

“Lead the way, band nerd supreme.”


After successfully getting my notebook back from the ever brilliant, yet slightly naïve Quinn, I rushed back to calculus, knowing that if there was even a strand of my curly hair not in the room when the bell rang, I was toast. As nice as Mr Jacobsen is, he was 1) extremely strict with the bell and 2) determined to ruin my standing of being the only student that had never been late to his class.

I passed by Eliza, forcing myself to keep walking instead of trying to dig up the courage to talk to her.


I stared at eight different clocks for eight total hours, waiting for the day to go by. While I cornered my thoughts of Eliza into one part of my mind, forcing the others to focus on the writing on the board and occasionally the clock above the door.

None of what my English teacher, Mrs Grissom, was talking about made sense, and I found my mind become less focused on the board and more focused on the clock.

Finally, it struck 3:20 in the afternoon and we were free to leave. I gathered my things, and made a dash for the door. I knew better than to assume that Mrs Grissom wouldn’t notice my lack of interest in her lesson on some century and a half old book, and I wanted to get out of there before I heard-

“Ms Lewis, could I have a word with you?” My shoulders slumped, and I bit my lip before turning around and plastering a fake smile on my face mid-turn.

“Yes?”

“Could you tell me anything that I was talking about during the lesson?” She asked, “anything at all?” I made a quick glance to the blackboard, and noticed it mercifully had some writing on it. I made out the words Jane Eyre, which were sloppily written and crookedly underlined.

I sighed, a weight coming off of my shoulders. I may not have known what the lecture was about, but I could give a summary of the book. “Jane Eyre was written in 1847 by Charlotte Brontë. It follows the life of Jane Eyre, a young orphaned girl. She survives an abusive childhood and goes on to become a teacher and then a governess for the ward of a man named Mr. Rochester. They fall in love, but strange things-”

“You clearly weren’t paying attention,” Mrs Grissom interrupted, clicking her tongue. “Look at the board- completely this time, not out of the corner of your eye.” She gave me a knowing look, and I bit my lip. I turned to the board, noticing the title of the lesson written far above the title of the book.

“Feminism: comparison between Jane Eyre and today…” I muttered, groaning quietly. I turned back to Mrs Grissom. “Oops?”

“‘Oops’ indeed.” I sat through her five-minute lecture on paying attention and getting enough sleep in order to pay attention.

Finally, she let me go, and I rushed to my locker, throwing my books in my bag before grabbing it and hoisting it onto my shoulder. I knew Sarah and Quinn would be gone by now, but what I didn’t expect was to see Eliza rush out of the passenger side of her older sister’s car.

She looked at me for a millisecond, and I saw enough to know that someone had gravely messed up; her face was red and tear streaked, and she wiped at one of her cheeks before closing the car door with a slam, rushing away.

I looked back at the car, and saw someone– presumably her older sister, but Angelica couldn’t have made her that upset– slam their hands on the dashboard before the door opened. Indeed, Angelica did rush out, barely even making sure the door was closed before running after her sister.

“Eliza, wait!” Angelica shouted, but Eliza had already disappeared. “Damnit!” I heard Angelica shout, before deciding to make myself scarce. I ducked back into the school, calling my mom and requesting that she come pick me up.

By the time my mom made it, the two elder Schuyler sisters had disappeared, as had Angelica’s car.

“Did you have a good day, sweetie?” My mom asked, the pretentious mood she had been in this morning had been dropped entirely.

“It was fine,” I answered automatically, knowing better than to tell her about Eliza and Angelica. She would have called their father immediately after getting home, and I didn’t fancy being in the center of that.

“That’s good,” she said, before putting the car in drive and pulling out of the school parking lot.


Upon getting back to my house, I dodged my mother’s questions of why I had been late, and took my bag up to my room to actually read Jane Eyre, and I looked out of my window. Angelica’s car wasn’t in the driveway, and Eliza’s curtains were pulled closed.

I sighed, and contemplated ignoring Jane Eyre and seeing if she was online. My will to find out if she was okay over took my responsible side, and I set down Jane Eyre (which was only open to page eleven) and took a seat in my computer chair. I opened my laptop, logging onto a chat room used in majority by the population of Rodgers High School, and nearly no one else.

Eliza wasn’t on, but Quinn was. I watched as an italicized notification told me that Quinn requested to send me a message. I clicked the notification, and read the short greeting.

Quinn2719: heard you got chewed out by Grimace- I mean Grissom

Mammamiaitsmaria: let me live.

Quinn2719: ‘fraid not, old friend. You best be ignoring me and reading Jane Eyre right now, unless you want another lecture from the beast herself

Mammamiaitsmaria: okay, mom

I logged out, closing my laptop, resolving to sit down and read like I should be. I made it to chapter six before I was called downstairs by my mom to eat dinner.

I ate, barely uttering a word while my parents discussed a spike in gas prices and a lack of well-educated people in politics. I finished, rinsing my plate in the sink, and rushing back upstairs before either of them could ask my opinion on the most recent Facebook post made by some government official in Arkansas.

I read to chapter nine of Jane Eyre before marking my spot with a loose piece of paper, and taking a quick shower. I logged back onto the chat room after my shower, messaged Quinn (mostly complaining about Mrs Grissom) and had just laid down when I heard a noise at my window.

I opened my eyes, but didn’t sit up. My first thought was a tree branch, then I immediately remembered that there was not a tree within window scratching distance. I heard the window open, and felt a rush of cool air flood into my room, followed by a soft sound that said someone had done a somersault into my room, via my bedroom window.

Finally, I grabbed the softball bat leaning by my bed, and in one fluid motion sat up, and turned around, swinging the bat out in front of me. A female-figured person stood inches away from the end of my bat, a hoodie pulled up over their face and skinny jeans covering their legs. They had ratty converse, which were sloppily tied and needed to be replaced.

“Jesus Christ!” A distinctly familiar voice shouted. “Are you crazy?” I lowered the bat, at the same time the figure lowered their hood. Immediately, I recognized Eliza, and I moved to click on my bedside light.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake up your parents.”

“You just screamed at the top of your lungs, and they haven’t come rushing to what they suppose would be my aid. I think we’re in the clear.” I clicked on the light, and looked Eliza in the face. “Why did you somersault into my window?” I asked, pushing my blanket off my legs and pulling them to my chest.

“Because I need to borrow you and I need to borrow your car,” she said, clicking her tongue, and shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie

“You seem to be uneducated in how my life works, because I don’t have a car.”

“Then your parents car,” she said. “They do have a car, right?”

“I’d have to steal the keys,” I announced, raising my eyebrows. “And that is a thing I’m not going to do.”

“Where are the keys, then?” She asked, raising her eyebrows in a bad imitation of me.

“On the kitchen counter,” I answered, about to ask why when she disappeared from my bedroom.

“Oh, hell no.” I jumped off of my bed, turning out of the hallway and rushing down the stairs after Eliza. I pushed open the door to the kitchen to see her sitting at one of the stools on the island, her feet propped up on the counter, spinning the keys around her index finger by the keyring.

“I am not stealing my moms car,” I said, pushing my semi-dried hair off my shoulders.

“I’ll be your accomplice,” she offered, still spinning the keys around her finger. “Because either way, I’m doing what I need to do.”

“And just what do you so badly need to do?”

“There are a few things, actually, and at least half of them involve an accomplice.” She finally stopped spinning the keys, catching them in her hand, and put her feet back to the ground, bouncing her legs.

“Why don’t you get Peggy or Angelica to do it?” I asked, immediately regretting it when I noticed her setting her jaw.

“Because my sisters are part of the problem.”

“Alexander, then.”

“He’s the biggest problem,” Eliza whispered. “Please.” I looked her in the eye, and knew without knowing what my answer would be.

“Alright. Let me get dressed.”


I threw on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt emblazoned with a logo to a band I didn’t even like anymore, and rushed downstairs.

“You ready, curly sue?” Eliza asked after I emerged into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but motioned for her to follow me.

We made it into the foyer, and I had just grabbed a loose jacket from one of the pegs by the door.

“Maria?” I heard my mother’s voice whisper in a questioning tone. “And is that Elizabeth Schuyler?” I looked at her in the corner of my eye. Her lips were pulled up in a clever smirk, her eyes glowing mischievously.

“Susanna, how are you?” Eliza exclaimed, turning on her heel, her hair brushing my shoulder. “It’s been so long, long enough for you to not know that I go by Eliza, mostly.”

“I’m good, but I would like to know what exactly my daughter and my neighbors daughter are doing at 10:33 at night.”

“Tacos!” Eliza exclaimed, looking at me and quirking up an eyebrow. “Isn’t that right, Maria?”

“Yep, tacos,” I said, hoping that I sounded convincing enough.

“You’re going to get tacos at ten o'clock at night?”

“That’s what other people do. Haven’t you been saying you want me to do some more normal activities?” I asked, ignoring the urge to put air quotes around the word normal.

“Be back by curfew,” she granted. She stifled a yawn, and walked back in the direction of her bedroom. I turned back to Eliza, and the glint in her eyes said we most certainly were not going to be back by curfew.

“Good thing I decided against any camouflage face paint, because that would have been harder to explain,” Eliza muttered, before grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the front door. She tossed me the keys to the car, and ran to it. She jumped onto the hood, sliding across it perfectly before landing on her feet on the other side.

“C’mon, slowpoke.” She pulled open the passenger seat door, dropping into it. I elected the much safer option, and walked to the car, sitting down in the driver’s seat after pulling the door open. Eliza had her feet kicked up on the dash, and she was humming quietly to herself.

“I cannot believe you talked me into stealing my parents car.”

“I cannot believe you told me where the keys were,” she countered. “Not that I wouldn't’ve found them on my own.” Ignoring her, I put the key in the ignition and backed out of the driveway.

“So,” I began, tapping my fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel. “What exactly do you have planned for tonight?”

“Firstly, that would require a few months worth of backstory, which I am going to sum up as easily as possible.”

“Shoot.”

“My boyfriend, whom I have been with for many months now, has been fucking my older sister,” she said these seventeen words as if they were the most normal things, the most painfully obvious, in-your-face things. And what do you say to the girl who just said these seventeen words, that had admitted that the one person closest to her had done this?

You say sorry.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. Not like you knew, I sure didn’t.” She took a deep breath. “But Peggy did, and she never told me. Angelica didn’t tell me for months, and Alexander-” she broke off. “And Alexander did all of it. He slept with her, and she…” Eliza stopped, taking in another deep breath. “Apparently she initiated it.”

Sweet jesus, I thought, who the hell does that to their own sister? Then I was immediately hit with the next thought like a stray gust of wind: that was almost you.

Eliza’s voice snapped me from the sudden thought that has consumed me momentarily. “And you know what the most terrible thing is?” Eliza asked, and apparently she was not waiting for a response because immediately following those words came these: “if she would have told me before I even dated him, if she would have told me that she loved him. I would have stayed away. He’d be hers, and my heart would have broke, but at least it wouldn’t have been like this.”

“Is that why you were crying earlier?” I asked before I could stop myself. “After school, in the parking lot.”

“I-” she began, then stopped. “Yeah. I walked home after that. Angelica is at her apartment, I didn’t want to be locked in a car with her for fifteen minutes.” She bit her lip. “I could barely even look at her,” her voice was a whisper, featherlight and quiet.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, you need to go to that huge Walmart impersonator store on 3rd.”

“Why are we going to a box store at 11:13 at night?”

“Because before problems can be solved, the solutions need to be bought with paper that has a value.” We pulled into the parking lot of the 24 hour store, and she passed me a piece of notebook paper that had been ripped from its spiral binding.

“And, I think a Benjamin Franklin will be enough to cover that,” she said, tossing a wadded up hundred dollar bill in my lap. “Benny is a friend of mine, use him wisely.”

I unfolded the notebook paper, scanning the page. Immediately, I noticed that Eliza didn’t capitalize any letters in any of the words.

matchesflourglitterballoons(the kind that can easily be filled with flour and glitter)rubber bandsnairlight blue spray paintitching powder

“What’re you waiting for, lesgo!” She said, clapping her hands, and jumping out of my moms car. I followed her, pocketing the list and the money.

“Hey there,” the cashier said, pulling what he assumed to be an attractive and sultry glance. “How’re you gorgeous ladies doing tonight.”

“We’re doing wonderful,” Eliza answered, before I could tell him off.

“You know, if one of you would like to spend some time with me-”

“No thanks,” Eliza said, cutting him off and wrapping an arm around my waist. “She’s the gay Maria to my gay Eliza.” The cashier didn’t seem to believe her words, and opened his mouth to say something else. She looked at me for just a second, a glance that was enough to leave my cheeks burning. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss against my cheek; if my cheeks weren’t burning before, they were now. Finally, the cashier whitened, and shut his mouth. He turned around, and pretended to sort through the cigarette boxes behind the counter.

“Alright, gay Maria, we have shopping to do.” Not releasing the grip on my waist, she turned me around to face the aisles.

“So,” I said, still very aware of her arm around my waist. “What exactly are we using the itching powder for?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” was her answer. She let go of my waist after lightly squeezing my hip, and disappeared down an aisle.

“‘Liza…” I didn’t want to be left alone with creepy cashier guy, so I followed her.

“Do you know if this place has a pharmacy aisle?” Eliza asked, reappearing with a packet of balloons in her hand. “Because I forgot to add a necessary item to that list.”

“Yeah, I think. It’s this way.” We walked down the aisles, Eliza occasionally stopping to grab something we needed.

“Here we are.” She walked down the pharmacy aisle, before grabbing something and adding it to the growing pile of stuff in her arms.

“What was that, Eliza?” I asked, my eyebrows scrunching up.

“Condoms,” she answered plainly. “They’re for Peggy, part of the revenge plot.”

“And what’re you going to do with the condoms, once you give them to Peggy?”

“Oh, you’ve misunderstood,” she said, turning to face me. She began to walk backwards, putting all of her weight on the balls of her feet. “These are to be hidden in Peggy’s room without her knowledge, and then I’m going to leave an anonymous tip to our dad.” She turned around, walking normally again.

“You evil genius,” I muttered under my breath, and followed her. She grabbed a basket from a stack at the end of an aisle contains nothing but breakfast cereals, and held it out towards me. I took it, and she dumped everything– the balloons, condoms, flour, rubber bands, and the matches– into the basket.

“So, how do all of these things come into play?”

“They come into play in the sense that we use all of them in the Elizabeth Schuyler revenge plot,” she answered, turning into the craft aisle and tossing a plastic bottle of silver glitter in my direction. I caught it, setting it down in the basket just as she tossed a second bottle of gold glitter.

“The one thing Peggy hates more than a mess, is glitter being a part of that mess,” she announced, walking out of the aisle and looking up at the plastic signs with the contents of each area listed on them. She stopped at one that said paint, and walked in the direction of the arrow next to it.

She finally stopped in front of a wall of spray paints in various colours. We walked through them, until she grabbed one, seemingly satisfied. “That’s the closest match to my prom dress,” she explained, without me having to ask.

We got the rest of the items from her list, and she awkwardly stared down the cashier as he was scanning our items. He stared suspiciously at the condoms, no doubt wondering why two girls that had described themselves as gay would be buying condoms, but he closed his mouth and said nothing.

“It is,” Eliza stopped, looking at the watch on her left wrist before announcing, “11:42. We can do this.” We jumped into the car, setting the three bags in the back.

“Where to now?” I asked, looking at Eliza.

“Now, we go to Angelica’s apartment,” she said. “Baaaasically, this is going to be the best night of your life.”


“Oh, I was not expecting that,” Eliza said, rolling her eyes. “That’s Alexander’s car. Outside of Angelica’s building.”

“What does that- ohh.“

“Not a good day to be Alexander,” Eliza muttered. “Park behind the building, we can walk.” She reached into the back, grabbing the itching powder and the spray paint.

“I will do the dirty work, and you will keep watch. I’ll call Angelica before we enter her apartment, Alexander will run off, believe me.” Eliza pushed open the door to the car, motioning for me to follow. She walked to Alexander’s car, opening the door. “Idiot doesn’t even know that his car doors won’t lock if the keys are still inside of it.” She grabbed the keys, and slammed the door shut, locking it. She pocketed the keys, and started towards Angelica’s building.

“Wait, won’t Angelica still be in her room?” I asked, catching up with Eliza.

“Nope,” she answered, opening the door to Angelica’s apartment building. “Angelica is the only person I know that takes a shower after sex, no matter if the guy runs off or not.” She walked up the stairs, stopping at the end of Angelica’s hall.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, and dialed Angelica’s number. It rang for a bit, before Angelica answered. “Hi, ‘Liza.”

“Hello,” Eliza said, false cheer in her voice. “How’s Alexander?”

Angelica was silent a bit, before saying, “I… don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a while.” She was clearly lying, and Eliza rolled her eyes. As if on cue, Alexander rushed out of Angelica’s apartment, in only underwear, his clothes balled up in his hands. He caught sight of Eliza, and she came forward.

“Gotta go, Angelica.” She hung up on her sister, and grabbed Alexander’s clothes from his hands. She looked to her side, noticing the trash chute. She dumped the clothes into it, shutting it with a metallic clang.

Alexanders eyes widened, and he pointed between Eliza and the trash chute. “Did you just throw my fucking clothes in there?!”

“Absolutely, and you best believe this was a dream,” Eliza said, and he walked away, flipping her the bird. Once he was out of sight, I approached Eliza.

“I think I even believe that was a dream,” I said, and Eliza half-smiled before walking into Angelica’s apartment. The shower was running, and Eliza put a finger to her lips, and raised her eyebrows.

“You keep watch, I’ll go and fix problem un.” She walked into Angelica’s room, and I stood outside the door, watching as she sprinkled the itching powder into Angelica’s clothes. Finally, she took the spray paint out of her pocket, shaking it. The ball inside of the can clicked against the metal three times, before she uncapped it. In one precise, fluid motion, she spray painted a light blue lowercase e onto the wall above Angelica’s dresser.

She recapped the spray paint, and came out of the room, closing the door. “Let’s go, before-”

“Eliza?” Eliza’s eyes widened fractionally, and she turned towards her sister. Angelica was wearing a tank top and wonder woman underwear, her wet curls pulled back behind her head.

Their eyes met, and in that moment I saw years worth of a sisterhood stretch out– I could see Angelica and Eliza, dandelions woven into their hair, despite their obligatory status as weeds. I could see Angelica bandaging Eliza’s knee after she had scraped it on their driveway. I could hear Eliza’s shouts after Angelica had fallen out of a tree they had been climbing, and I could see her running for their dad after jumping out of the tree when Angelica hadn’t gotten back up. I could see them leaving their house together for prom– and as I watched them now, Angelica’s mouth formed an inaudible word and I couldn’t read lips.

Eliza tore her gaze away from Angelica before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the apartment.

Angelica didn’t even try to come after us.


“Next,” she said, after slamming the door to the passenger side of the car shut. “We go to Alexander’s. It’s an apartment, down in Washington heights.”

“I know where he lives,” I said, and Eliza furrowed her brow.

“How?”

“I went to a party there, once. Never went back.”

“Oh,” she said, and was silent for a moment. “Was this party in November?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s the first time Angelica slept with him,” Eliza said, kicking her feet up on the dashboard and tossing the spray paint end-over-end, catching it every time. I didn’t reply. Instead, I thought.

I thought about the party, about Alexander kissing me, and about the smell of alcohol still on our breaths. And I remember that I remembered Eliza, and I had shoved him away. Thinking I cannot do this to Eliza, I can’t and I ran, escaping out a window because the house was too crowded, and shimming down a tree. I had enough sense to call Sarah, who picked me up and drove me home.

“Maria!” I snapped myself out of my thoughts, and looked to Eliza. “You drove past his building. You sure you know where you’re going?” She asked, a joking tone lining her voice.

“Yeah,” I answered, biting my lip and circling back around to park in front of Alexander’s building. His car wasn’t there, and there was no way he’d made his way back yet. Eliza grabbed the bag contains the nair, and jumped out from the car. I followed after her, and she made her way into the building.

We walked up two flights of stairs, before stopping at Alexander’s door. She pulled a lock pick from her pocket, and in a matter of minutes she had the door opened. “Let’s go.” She walked in, closing the door behind us.

“We need to work fast, in case Alexander gets back.” She tossed me the spray paint. “Get an e on the wall, above the kitchen counter. Make sure it’s lowercase.” I nodded, and she disappeared into one of the room in the hallway.

I walked into the kitchen, and shook the paint quickly. I uncapped it, and leaned over the counter. I sprayed a lowercase e onto the wall with the baby blue spray paint, and looked at it for a moment, before spraying a small, almost indistinguishable lowercase m next to it.

“Ooh, I like it.” Eliza had reappeared behind me. She had her hands on her hips, her head tilted, as if she was appraising the vandalism. “The m is a nice touch. I approve.”

“Let’s get out of here before-” I was cut off by the sound of the front door opening, and I grabbed Eliza’s wrist, pulling her to Alexander’s bedroom.

“Maria, what’re you- oh.” She realized what I was doing just as I threw the window open, and I stuck my upper body out of it, grabbing onto the tree branch and pulling the rest of my body out. Once I was in the tree, making my way down, Eliza followed.

I jumped the last few feet, landing clumsily and almost falling. Eliza, of course, jumped and landed in a way that would make gymnasts jealous.

“For part trois, we go back to my house.”


I pulled back into our neighborhood, parking a block away. Eliza grabbed the balloons, and held them still while I poured glitter and flour into them. She grabbed the condoms, opening the box and taking a few out. She held them up between her fingers. “Gotta make it look like she’s used a few.” And threw them into the backseat.

We walked a block to her house, and she opened the door quietly, leading me up the stairs and into Peggy’s bedroom. Peggy was asleep in her bed, her cropped curls wild, and her face relaxed in sleep.

Eliza grabbed a stepstool by the door, and climbed onto it, tying the balloons onto the fan. She had explained that once the fan was turned on, the balloons would burst, scattering flour and glitter everywhere in Peggy’s room. She dropped the box of condoms into the draw on Peggy’s nightstand, smirking.

Once she was finished, she spray painted an e onto the wall, letting me spray paint a small m next to it.

“I have one more thing to do here.” She walked out of the room, and I followed her into the hallway, but she had disappeared. In a matter of seconds, she had appeared from what had to be the door to her bedroom, a bright yellow folder tucked under her arm.

I followed her out of the house, and to the car. She didn’t say a word until we were back inside it. “Now we go to the old campgrounds.”

“Eliza, that’s almost an hour drive and it’s-” I stopped to look at the time. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“This is the last thing, after that you won’t have to do anything else for me.” She promised, and I looked at her suspiciously, put turned the car on anyway.


She had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Her whole body was relaxed, a look on her face that said her emotional safety net had been dropped.

I pulled into the camp grounds, and nudged Eliza on the shoulder gently. She woke up, blinking hard in an attempt to clear the sleepiness from her mind.

“Did I fall asleep?” She asked quietly. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, before I could answer.

“It’s alright. But we’re here, what’s so important about the campgrounds?”

“Right, grab the matches,” she said, pressing the folder to her chest and getting out of the car. I reached into the back, grabbing the matches from the now empty grocery bag.

I followed Eliza, until she stopped. We had arrived at the fire pit, a small circle of rocks and dirt that never grew anything. Eliza had gathered some sticks, and had brought newspaper with her.

“We’re starting a fire, and then we’re going to burn these.” She opened the folder, showing me the papers inside. I realized that these were all love letters, addressed to Eliza, and written in a curly script. “They’re from Alexander. I’m burning them.”

“Woah, Eliza.” I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to face me. “Are you sure you want to burn these?”

“I’ve bought the matches. I brought the folder here, and I made you drive for forty-five minutes so I could burn these in the place he kissed me for the first time when I was fourteen,” she said, her voice growing in pitch and becoming more and more intimidating. “I’m sure.”

That was all the confirmation I needed, and I arranged the newspaper and sticks, lighting a match. I lit the newspaper, and it started to burn, the fire eating away at the words until they were nothing but black char.

Eliza grabbed two papers from the folder, tossing them onto the flames. As those burned, she grabbed a couple more and those joined the first in the flames. Soon enough, she had emptied the folder, and I watched the flames as they lapped at the pages. She threw the folder on top of them, before taking a deep, rattling breath.

She began crying quietly, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her against me as she cried. We stood there for what felt like an infinite amount my time, the flames dancing in front of us, and my fingers combing through her hair in what I hoped was a calming fashion.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, wiping her cheeks off. “I’m sorry, I’m okay now.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I whispered. “And I believe you.”

“Thank you,” she pulled me into a hug, squeezing her arms around my waist. “I had fun.”

“So did I.” She pulled away from the hug, staring me in the face. I could see a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose and on her cheekbones, and she leaned up, pressing another kiss to my cheek. This time, however, it wasn’t to get a creepy cashier off our backs.

“We need to get going, it’s 1:47.” Eliza said, and rushed off. The fire had burned out, with only a few scraps of paper left. The only legible one read Eliza’s name in a curling script. I followed Eliza, knowing now that she had precisely nothing left to lose.


“This was an amazing night, Eliza.” It was 2:57 in the morning, and I had never felt this awake. “Truly.”

“I wouldn’t have chosen anyone else to go on a midnight escapade with,” Eliza said, handing me the spray paint. “Truly.”

She pulled me in for another hug, and whispered in my ear. “I. Am. Going. To. Miss. You.”

“You’ll see me tomorrow.” I couldn’t see her face, but if I could have, I would’ve known she had grimaced, biting her lip.

“That’s true,” she finally said, and pulled away.

“Goodnight, Eliza.”

“Goodbye, Maria.” She turned on her heel, jogging back to her house and climbed up the tree The would allow her to walk on the roof and into the window.

I waved at her one final time, before walking into my house and sneaking back into the room. I peeled off my jeans, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and falling into bed, hoping that I would wake up tomorrow and none of this would have been a dream.


School was normal, achingly so. I saw Eliza nowhere– she didn’t eat lunch with us, didn’t pass me in the hallway– it was like she disappeared entirely.

Once I arrived home, I knew immediately that something was wrong. A fancy silver car was parked in our driveway, a car that screamed official business.

“Mom, I’m home,” I called out, and she replied from the dining room. My mother was sitting at the table next to my father. Eliza’s dad sat across from them, his hands folded together on the table. A man I didn’t know stood behind Eliza’s dad, with a 5 o’clock shadow and wearing a tailored suit.

“What’s going on?” I asked, setting my bag down.

“It seems,” my mother began. “That Eliza has gone missing.”

And suddenly, it all made sense. The spray painting, the revenge, the burning of the letters, and the somersaulting into my room at 10:04 at night wearing a hoodie. The simple fact that Eliza had said Goodbye, Maria instead of Goodnight, Maria. suddenly even made sense, and I know one thing to be true.

Eliza wouldn’t be found until she wanted to be.

Just Friends (M)

REQUEST: namjoon smut scenario where you two have been best friends for years and one day you end up play fighting/wrestling and things just go uphill from there 🌚 (sorry I just really don’t know how to request scenarios 😬 )

AUTHOR’S NOTE: its slightly longer than i planned it to be but enjoy and leave feedback!! Admin M

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Your bedroom door swings open and a schoolbag hits your lower back.

“You could of told me you weren’t coming to school.” Namjoon says frustrated.

“And you could have told me you were coming over?” You respond as you sit up on your bed.

He’s wearing black jeans, a oversized band t shirt and a denim jacket. His hair messy and one of his converse shoelaces untied.

“Why aren’t you wearing pants?” He questions looking at your lack of bottoms under your oversized t-shirt that was actually his.

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