needs to go back to having longer hair

Dating Stiles Stilinski Would Include

warnings: mentions of sex

- you and stiles are neighbors, but he didn’t really notice you much.

- that is until you hit a puberty stage in the seventh grade, and suddenly he was tripping over his feet crossing the street to your house. you were shocked when he asked if you wanted to ride bikes with him.

- but you said yes anyways cuz how could you turn down the adorable little spazz. 

 - you and Stiles became best friends easily in the one day, and overtime you him and Scott were a tight little group.

- scott asked you to your first dance in eighth grade, yes, scott. You’d looked between him and Stiles, and when the buzz cut boy said nothing, you said yes to scott

- no, Scott did not have a crush on you, nor you him, but you had a great time that night. though when a slow song came on, Scott made an excuse for punch and asked if you’d rather dance with stiles

- Stiles barely knew how to dance to slow songs, but you taught him. holding your arms around his neck, and his at your waist comfortably. and at one point you’d laid your head on his chest and made him promise you’d be best friends forever. he did without hesitation.

- in freshman year, it was painfully obvious that he was head over heels for Lydia Martin

- (or so you thought. that’s just what stiles wanted you to think)

- but your friendship continued nonetheless, and your growing feelings for the boy continued as well.

- the both of you always made witty remarks. as well as being on the same level of sarcasm. so the banter was great

- except to Scott, who was constantly worn out by it

- seriously. he always took out his inhaler whenever you two got into it

- you’d really pushed yourself to look for nice for homecoming that year.  You’d forced Scott to take you to the mall and critique each and every dress you tried on

- he told you nervously that you looked hot in the one you’d ended up picking, and you gave him finger guns


- you went with Scott and Stiles to the woods that fateful night, in hopes of seeing a severed body

- you and Stiles figured out together that Scott was a werewolf

- when he went to confront Scott about it, he made you stay at his house.  It turned into a nasty argument, which ended with him yelling that he wasn’t letting you get hurt in the process

- you made up easily.  It was you and Stiles.  Of course you did

- but you were with Scott and Stiles when Scott was chained up to the radiator, so that he wouldn’t go crazy on the full moon.

- you sat with Stiles in the hallway, both of you trying not to cry to the sound of Scott’s audible agony.  You saw your freckled friend close his eyes tight, and leaned your head onto his shoulder.  The action provided more comfort than you’d ever know

- the winter formal was a colossal disaster.  Scott snuck in, Stiles was with Lydia the whole night, Jackson was a jerk, you were left alone the entire night, and Lydia got attacked by Peter.

- you did comfort Stiles a little bit later that night in the hospital

- and you beat the shit out of Peter Hale with a baseball bat.  Which resulted in you getting scratched deep on your arm.  Scott Stiles and Allison took you to the hospital the second that Peter’s throat was slashed.  Scott taking Stiles’ keys and starting the Jeep, Allison rushing into the passenger’s seat.  Stiles was holding your nearly unconscious body in the backseat, letting you lay across his lap.  You didn’t really comprehend how hard he was crying

- you didn’t know that he slept in the waiting room for two nights in a row while you were under strict ‘family only’ visiting hours

- but he ran into the room the second Melissa allowed it.  You cried upon seeing him, weakly holding your arms out for him to hug you.  Your pain washing away as soon as he held you in his arms.

- you had to stay in one more night, and Stiles stayed again much to your protests, and he pulled up a folding chair in the room.  Sitting next to your bed and laying his head on the sheets.  He accidentally fell asleep before you did, so you spent half an hour just running your fingers over his buzz cut and thinking about the life you had.

- but don’t worry, the cut wasn’t deep enough to turn you into anything

- you and Stiles became messengers for Scott and Allison.  A tiring, yet sometimes fun job

- Stiles telling you all of his suspicions about Allison’s grandfather, Gerard

- as well as complaining about how cocky Jackson had become

- standing up for Stiles (and Scott when Jackson dared threaten a werewolf) whenever the little shit poked fun at him.

- he stood up for you too, because Jackson… well he was just a dick

- you became closer with Allison and Lydia, but your friendship with Stiles never faltered

- when Stiles found out that Matt was stalking both you and Allison, he flipped shit, and you were crying because you didn’t want him to know.  (because you knew he’d freak out

- Stiles didn’t tell you he punched Matt the next day

- you and Stiles laughed for a long time about how ironic it was that Jackson was the kanima.  I mean, come on, a lizard? Of course it was him.  Jackson’s a fucking snake.

- it got unfunny real fast at Lydia’s birthday party

- you had refused to drink, knowing someone had to have spiked it.  So you saw Stiles lose his mind in the middle of the party, and dragged him outside.  He kept mumbling on about disappointing his father, which made you cry.

- you and Stiles accidentally passed out spooning on Lydia’s couch that night

- the night at the train station still freaks you out.  First Matt tried to get you to join him, and when you’d told him to fuck off, he had Jackson the kanima paralyze you.  Your limp body was tied to a chair for the entire night, and you had to watch him pull a gun on Stiles, and shoot Scott.  

- you later caught Gerard drowning him when you’d been heading home.  You’d grabbed Stiles’ hand so fast, unsure of what to do.  Yes, the boy needed to be punished, you surely didn’t want him to have a happily every after… but he was so afraid and in so much pain.

- you Stiles and Scott picked a lot of classes together over the summer

- Stiles began to grow his hair out, which you supported more the longer it got

- also had a summer road trip to San Diego for a weekend.  Big back to school shopping spree

- you were nervous going back to school after the shitty way last year ended, but Stiles constantly assured you that it would all be okay

- you complained to him constantly about the awkwardness of being friends with both Scott and Allison, and how you barely mentioned one around the other.   

- “but I’m your best friend, right?” to which you’d eagerly nodded to

- groaning the second Scott told you about the alpha pack.

- “can’t i catch a break!?”

- you and Stiles catching a quick two second flicker in Scott’s eyes, shifting from brown to yellow, to red, then back to yellow.  You exchanged a glance that said you’d talk about it after fighting the alpha pack.

- you getting closer with Isaac, and sitting with him on the bus ride to the motel
(you didn’t know Stiles was pestering Scott as to why you’d choose to sit next to a boy who wore scarves that looked like scarves that you would buy.  But Scott was in too much pain to care about his friend’s love life problems)

- you had known all along Lydia and Allison were trailing the bus, because Lydia was snap chatting you about how Allison was so still in love with Scott.  While you were snap chatting her about your Stiles problems

- when you stopped at a rest stop so Allison could stitch up Scott, you were freaking out outside the bathroom, but Lydia and Isaac had no idea how to comfort you

- Stiles had rushed over and held you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest and cooing softly to you.

- “you’re okay, and you know Scott will be okay, don’t worry too much then others will wonder what’s going on in there” 

- after that, Isaac sat with Scott the rest of the bus ride to the motel, and you sat with Stiles

- most of the night, Stiles made you stay in his and Scott’s motel room because weird things were happening.  He’d told you to stay in there after Ethan tried to cut open his stomach with a saw

- “Stiles you know I can handle myself fine-”

- “I know you can, I do, but this is different, they have no idea what’s going on either so I need you to just stay in here, and stay safe

- you’d listened, and ended up falling asleep on the bed waiting for someone to return

- you woke up when the door opened, a soaking Scott and exhausted Stiles dragging in.  Stiles asked if you were staying with them instead of the girls tonight, and you’d nodded limply.

- after Scott got in the shower, Stiles collapsed onto the mattress next to you, mumbling ‘we’re sharing a bed by the way’ and you’d only nodded

- you restrained from screaming when he told you what had happened that resulted in Scott being drenched in gasoline.  The thought of Stiles… him being gone… it killed you.  But you didn’t say anything, just snuggled up against him and fell asleep in his arms.  It meant more than words could’ve said

- you sat with him on the bus the next morning too.  He didn’t wake you up when you left, just carried your sleeping body out to the bus and gave you his flannel to use as a blanket

- you woke up next to him relatively happy upon finding the clothing on you and your head on his shoulder, his head atop yours as he played on his phone

- you were taken with Melissa Chris and Noah, because you’d figured out that Jennifer was the darach, and what her next move was.  You were on your way to warn Stiles when she’d caught you

- you were trapped in the nemeton, but you still just had this feeling in you that Scott became an alpha.  You’d later learn that it was because in a way, without being a werewolf, you were his beta

- when Stiles got you and his father back, the group hug between you three was so tight you cried harder

- he called you the second he started getting night terrors

- and soon Noah began to just come pick you up and bring to the house in the middle of the night because you were the only one who could get him to stop screaming

shh Stiles, it’s not real I promise” you laid down next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. When Stiles shakily nodded, laying down with you, Noah left the room.

“It’s not real” He’d repeat over and over.

- you always stayed on your respective sides of the bed

- you helped Allison get her stability back in the woods, and helped Stiles get his ability to read back

- it took you stepping on a bear trap for it to happen, but hey! he did it!

- Stiles told you first about his dementia

- you were as calm as possible, hugging him and telling him it’d be okay, not shedding a tear

- you went straight to Scott’s and screamed and cried and beat up his chest with your fists in anger, eventually falling to the ground in defeat and exhaustion

- you felt as numb as Stiles looked

- you went with him and Scott to the hospital for the MRI, the three of you group hugging when it was all over

- Trying not to cry.  A lot those days.  Mostly not in front of Stiles, so you ended up crashing on the McCall living room couch and taking over Allison’s bed.

Maybe you should go talk to Stiles, I think you guys need some closure with each other”

“Scotty, I love you, but that would just end with me telling him I love him and there’s enough shit already”


“Stiles, you can’t just sit next to her anymore.  You gotta tell her it’s all going to be okay.  You’re little game of ‘we don’t need words’ can’t last forever”

“Scotty, I love you, but that would just end with me telling her I love her and there’s enough shit already”

- You eventually broke.  Like a twig actually.  You’d been sitting on his bed, messing around on your phone when he told you that he was going to admit himself to Eichen.

Are you insane? Did you actually lose your mind?!”

“y/n… maybe they can help…”

“Why can’t we help?!”

“Professional help y/n”

- You cried a lot, too much, you got tears and makeup all over his favorite flannel.  But he didn’t care, he was just glad you finally showed some emotion

- You went with him Scott and Noah to the hospital.  You stood silently with them as he checked in, holding his hand so tight you wondered if he was in any pain.  But he didn’t show any

- You didn’t let go until he hugged Scott and his father goodbye.  Noah excused himself to go ‘start the car’ and Scott ‘offered to help’

(they shipped you two hard)

- Stiles giving you the biggest bear hug and lifting you off the ground.

Just promise not to die in here, this place reeks of depression and I’m not even a werewolf” 

“I promise.  I’m coming back okay?”

- holding his face between your hands and wiping away the tears (he was trying not to let show) with your thumbs

I’m holding you to that promise”

- two days later not being able to take it anymore.  Lydia had offered a million times to conceal the bags under your eyes, and Allison offered a million times to take you shopping.  Kira even invited you over for a sleepover.

- Scott being the only one who wasn’t pushing you to do anything.  

- in fact he was the one who drove you to Eichen to give Stiles his pillow

I’m sorry ma’am, he can’t have visitors yet-”

“Tough shit”

- Scott being surprised when you pushed past the nurse and waltzed towards Stiles’ room because you were usually so calm and collected in public, and never disrespectful towards your elders

- Swiping a key card off of a passing orderly, and pretty much sneaking into Stiles’ little chamber that was hardly an actual warm

- Your heart broke when you looked at him.  His eyes were dark, there were pink bags under them, and his skin was much paler than usual

y/n? Scott? How’d you guys even get in?”

- being tugged into a hug that made you feel like home wasn’t a place anymore

- he smiled when you showed him that you’d brought his pillow

Stiles… what did they do to you?”

- your reunion was short lasted, and you were being dragged out by a male nurse named Brunski

Wait- y/n-!”


“I’m gonna get out soon!”

- hearing him yell those same words over and over as Brunski kicked you and Scott out of the building

- wearing Stiles’ lacrosse hoodie for the next few days, waiting for him to come back

- When Noah picked him up, he brought him straight to your house, again, shattering your heart at his clearly unstable persona

- He told you first that he’d known Void had taken over

- You both sat on your bed for a long time, criss cross in the middle of the mattress just talking over everything that happened

- He was crying by the time he got to the part about Void making him have sex with Malia (which he never really knew if it was Void..or him…) and kill his room mate Oliver

I’m a killer I’m a killer y/n I belong there I’m a psycho”

“No.. no Stiles that’s not you, that’s the demon it’s not you”

- He broke down a few times that day, and you had him lay his head in your lap so you could softly run your hands through his hair.  He fell asleep mumbling something about voices

- You called the pack quickly and had them come over

- BIG pack meeting (while Stiles was asleep in your room) about what you were going to do

y/n what if he takes over and you- or or- or anyone- what if someone gets hurt?”

“You’re not going to hurt me Stiles”

- having that conversation a lot

- in school just grabbing onto his hand when he’d get quiet, in the halls at lunch, in class

- whenever you were separated, texting him constantly

you: how do you feel?
Stiles: idk lonely
you: you’re in bio right?
stiles: yeah
you: I’m on my way over tell the teach you’re goin to the bathroom

- this happened many many times in a single day

- seriously his teacher began to ask if he had some bladder infection

- the day Stiles Void was in Derek’s loft was a hard day for you.  Watching Chris pull a gun on the boy made you scream, but before you could go up to the Man, Derek had pinned your arms behind your back

- it hurt more seeing Void smirk upon the action

oh your little spazz is so pissed right now.  he’s quite angry with you Derek” The demon chuckled louder when everyone exchanged confused glances.  “Well, you’re hurting y/n”

- you officially became afraid of Void when Allison had attempted to taser him, and it had no effect on him.

- you hid behind Scott while he was tied to the chair

“he’s so upset y/n, he’s upset that he’s the one scaring you”

- you moved further behind Scott, gripping onto the Alpha’s arm and burying your face into his back

oh this is new… jealousy.  he’s not a happy camper”

- you silently thanked Melissa when she put a thick duct tape over his mouth

- watching him pull foot after foot of rope from his throat horrified you in a way that will haunt your nightmares for many years to come

it’s me guys, I swear it’s me”

- beating Scott to it, and both you and Stiles crashing onto the ground in a hug.  You cried into his neck, your body crushing his chest.  His arms wound around you and he cried too

- you stuck next to him in the McCall living room while everyone else came up with the plan to get Lydia back from Void

you’re okay now?”

- he’d responded by putting his head on your shoulder, and taking your hand in his

I’m here to save my best friend”

“And I’m here to save mine”

- Scott had looked at you, prompting you to say what everyone (minus Stiles) knew you were here for (to save the boy you loved) but you’d only nodded, too afraid in the moment to say anything

- you’d screamed, nearly louder than Lydia upon seeing an Oni pierce a blade through your Argent friend

- Stiles had grabbed onto you so fast, holding your face against his chest as you were still screaming, body convulsing against his.

- he ended up having to pick you up off the ground, while Scott was with Allison.  He carried you to the jeep, and you sat in silence with him in the backseat

- Chris took you both with him, Scott, Isaac, and Lydia to the police station to *cough* explain the death of Allison Argent

- Noah let you stay silent, seeing how much deeper it was  effecting you

- the man took you with him and Stiles home for the night

- you barely slept, you just laid in bed across from Stiles, who was holding both your hands between his

It’s my fault, I did it to her-”

“Stop, you didn’t, you know you didn’t”

- you were already out of tears, the entire void experience had drained you, so you were mostly in silence.  But here and there Stiles would say something to you

Do you hate me?”

“Of course not”

- he asked this a few more times that night, until eventually you leaned up, and kissed his cheek, then buried your face into his shirt, whispering a soft ‘no’ before finally falling asleep

- you were pissed when he held the sword to his chest, the stupid boy thinking that it would help everybody

Stiles don’t, Stiles don’t please, please don’t, drop it Stiles please”

- when he’d dropped it, you’d wrapped both arms around his waist, and didn’t release the entire night

- you freaked when he passed out after void turned to dust

- but when he woke up, you were more relieved than you’d ever been before

- the both of you went together to get clothes for Allison’s funeral

Is this one okay?” you would ask softly

“I think it’s beautiful”

“Stiles you said that about the last four”

- your hand was wrapped in his throughout the entire ceremony

- and after, you him Scott Lydia and Kira went to the McCall house, just wanting to grieve together

- it took you a few weeks to find actual peace, but Stiles was there with you through all of it

- but the day Stiles came to your doorstep an eager and boyish grin on his face as he told you Malia Tate (a girl who’d quickly become your friend) was his girlfriend, you’d lied to him for the first time

good for you Stiles, I’m glad you found someone who made you happy”

while on the inside it was more like…

“that’s great Stiles, not like I had my fucking heart on my fucking sleeve for you.  glad that you found someone who’s better than me”

- but he was smiling so happily, you couldn’t tell him the truth

- Scott chewed you out for lying, Kira chewed you out for not telling Stiles you loved him, and Lydia chewed you out for not jumping Stiles’ bones when you’d had the chance

- and every time there was some sort of opportunity for you to say something to Stiles, Scott would give you a look, or Lydia would kick you under the table, or Kira would cough.  Sometimes all three

- but you were somewhat friends with Malia.  and you were friends with Stiles.  So you let them have their relationship, and you slowly grew away from Stiles

- you became closer with Liam, a new beta, and his friend Mason

- you loved Mason

Scott, Scott who’s that kid she’s talking to? Since when did she go for freshmen?”

“Stiles, he’s gay, and you have a girlfriend”

- you didn’t know this, but every time Scott reminded Stiles of his girlfriend, he did it bitterly.  

Is uh… is Stiles and Malia going okay?”

I dunno why don’t you ask”

- Scott became a very bitter person when either of you brought up the other.  But Lydia would back him up with something snarky

- when in Mexico, watching Stiles let Malia dance dirty with him, went right on the list of things that would haunt your dreams.  Which sucked, seeing that being stalked, attacked, and your best friend being murdered was on the same list

- you ended up getting yourself strapped to an electric chair, and Scott took most of the blows, but you got one for mouthing off to the Calevera’s henchman

- Stiles had screamed your name when you were released, your spasming body falling to the ground.  But Lydia had gotten to you first, and Stiles just stood and watched as she held you and asked if you were alright repeatedly

I-I-I-I’ll b-b-be al-alright” 

- when the spasming ended, she helped you up, and Stiles couldn’t tear his eyes off you

- he’d never been jealous of Lydia before, but her arm around your waist as she walked you back out to the jeep seemed threatening to him

- you sat in the backseat on the ride home (the day was interesting… a young Derek being in the backseat and weird bone men attacking Kira and Malia.  Not to mention the Calevera’s torturing you) Scott and Kira were on his bike following the Jeep.  Malia in  your  the passengers- seat.  And you were wedged between the younger version of Derek Hale, and Lydia on your other side

- young Derek was hitting on you, and you just let it happen.  What? you liked the way Stiles would glare at the teen through the rear view mirror

- you’d gone with Scott Malia and Peter to the school for the Hale loft, and ended up getting attacked by Berserkers

- Stiles came to pick you guys up, and yelled at you for going.  you’d stayed silent, not wanting to break the friendship you were painfully keeping up.

- Scott took you home on the motor bike, and when he dropped you off he asked you how much it was hurting you before you went to the door

I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“I know when you lie, y/n”

“Then it seems to me you knew the answer when you asked the question”

- and when he heard your voice crack before you walked away, he did know the answer.  more certain this time anyways

- you went to Lydia’s party, before it was a party anyways, and the blonde freshman lacrosse player, was hitting on you all.  night.  At one point he had himself leaning against you, both arms caging you against the wall.

Alright, really, you’re nice, but you’re too young for me and I’m not interested-”

“Come on babe, age is just a numb-”

“She said she wasn’t interested”

- your has had widened impossibly further when Stiles had pried the boy off of you 

go screw your actual girlfriend Stilinski” was all the boy said

- but thankfully he had left after that

- you’d exchanged a glance with Stiles, and he’d asked quietly if you were alright.  You nodded, thanked him, then excused yourself to find Lydia

- you told Lydia everything that happened in the last twenty minutes

- the entire pack spent the night at the lake house, even Liam did, spending most of the time talking with Scott about what being a werewolf meant

- the same blonde boy, Garret, tried to kill you a week later, to which you’d hit him over the head a few times with a bat before sprinting through the almost empty school, finding Scott, who told you the other girl, Violet had tried to kill him for being a werewolf

I’m on the deadpool”

- the realization meant you weren’t as human as you thought.  you’d said this at the pack meeting, and for some reason, your eyes were locked with Stiles’.  before Malia pulled his attention back to her

- so you went from researching with Stiles, to researching with Lydia

- you found out that you were a witch.  not the broomstick kind, but the kind with telekinesis.  You figured that the bite triggered it in you, but never really proved that theory

- so you did some training with Liam, both of you learning about your powers together since he was still trying to get the hang of the werewolf thing

- but you still missed Stiles miserably, and Lydia was the one who seemed to notice the most

y/n i love you, but you’re miserable.  All the time”

- and she was right

- so one night, on a total whim at 10 pm, you drove yourself over the Stilinski house hold to talk to Stiles.  Maybe tell him your true feelings, or just talk, because he had to notice the change in your relationship, right?

- but fate was against you that night.  your car got a flat tire, which lead to Kate kidnapping you and dragging your sorry lover ass to Mexico

- Stiles lost his freaking mind

- when the pack (+ a shady ass Peter) came to get you, Scott was long turned into a berserker

- and when he broke free from the curse, Peter revealed his true intentions, and knocked you out with one blow

- you woke up to a lot of movement, and barely opened your eyes to see Stiles carrying you, yelling that you were going to be okay over and over again

- you just smiled a little bit, and leaned into him as he brought you to the jeep

- he let you sit in the passenger’s seat on the ride home

- Lydia hugged you tight, and screamed at you for having a death wish

- you her Malia and Kira had a sleepover, where you might have had some drinks and maybe proclaimed your love for Stiles

- but Malia was actually cool with it

- you forgot all about it the next day

- that summer, all of you went to San Diego together, and promised each other to make it a tradition

- senior year was gonna be bad, and it was all Stiles would talk about.

I mean Theo? he seemed really shady don’t you think y/n? Don’t you think?”

“no, I think you mean to say he seemed dreamy

- you didn’t know how much more shady that made Theo seem to Stiles

- you opened up with him more though.  your friendship was still mending back together, but at least he no longer ignored you

- Theo made his advances on you, and when he asked oyu out, you’d happily said yes

- when you told Stiles, he made a face

what? I thought it was sweet”

“well I think he has other plans.  why else would he ask you out?”

- Stiles immediately realized his mistake

wow Stiles.  so what reason would a guy ask me out if he wasn’t trying to use me?”

- there were tears in your eyes as you stormed out of the house, ignoring Stiles as he yelled after you

- you went on your date with Theo, and he was a real gentleman

- you made big deals about kissing in front of Stiles

he reeks of jealousy”

“that’s not jealousy Theo, that’s just anger.  and that’s what we’re going for”

- after two weeks of this, you were trapped in your room on a school night, reading up on chimeras when there was a knock on your front door.  you didn’t expect Stiles to be standing there

we need to talk”

“if this is about Theo, then go home Stiles because-”

“I don’t care about Theo, I did something bad y/n”

- you’d quickly ushered him in, and upstairs to your room

- he began to cry, and you rubbed his back comfortingly, throwing all your past conflicts out the window, just wanting the boy whom your heart ached for to feel safe here

- you weren’t expecting him t tell you that he’d killed Donovan, but you sure weren’t mad at him like you thought he’d be

you don’t hate me?”

“no” you answered softly

- you had a movie night together, and for a few hours, it seemed great, pocorn fights, for a whole Star Wars film you’d even slept on his shoulder

- you were woken up by Stiles getting up, and cleaning the area

you can stay the night if you want, my parents aren’t home”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Malia’s probably already waiting for me at home, and I don’t think your boyfriend would like me staying over night with you”

- surprisingly, his voice wasn’t dripping with sarcasm, or bitterness, but with reget, and a sad undertone.  you’d nodded, and followed him to the door as he put on his shoes and jacket

- you told him to get home safe, and he pulled you in for a hug that you hadn’t had in so long that just… replenished your well being

- Theo was a lying, bitchy, manipulative, jerk

- Lydia was admitted into Eichen

- Liam hated Scott

- Kira was with skin-walkers

- Stiles broke up with Malia

- and you were broken

“you were right you were right” you cried to Stiles on his doorstep in the pouring rain.  “I should’ve listened you’re always right”

“Shh..shh come inside”

- he wrapped you up in blankets and towels until your body stopped shaking, and you broke down to him, just like you had both done before.  You told him how you missed Lydia and Kira, how Malia wasn’t talking to you (to which he said ditto) and how Scott steered clear of everybody

- you fell asleep in his arms

- it was difficult, but the two of you had managed to cinch the pack back together, enough to kidnap Kira, and plan to save Lydia

- Theo’s pack seemed to have plans for her too, and you ended up getting held hostage by Theo in Eichen

- Scott and Stiles found you, his claws to your throat

- and you’d never seen Stiles so furious

- Scott ended up kicking ass, and you were thrown into Stiles’ arms


- the pack barely did it but they escaped, and all went to Deaton’s where the emissary and Scott Kira and Malia stayed in the operation room to help Lydia

- you went to sit outside on the curb of the vet, needing frfesh air to clear your mind

- Stiles followed you and sat beside you

I was really freaked out tonight… when..uh.. when Theo had you”

“Trust me, I was to” You managed a soft laugh, and glanced over at him.  His eyes were stuck down on his shoes.

I didn’t like the thought of… of you being gone… or something” Stiles added in a weak voice.  Again, you smiled a little bit at him.

I’m not going anywhere Stilinski, you’ve got nothing to worry about” You put your hands into the pockets of the hoodie (the red one you’d stolen from Stiles earlier that night)

yeah but… but what if something did”

“Stiles” You turned to him.  “I’m fine, really, I don’t have a single cut, I’m okay, you don’t have to worry so much-”

- Stiles Stilinski had cut you off, leaning forward, cupping your cheeks, and kissing you for the very first time.  It was a long, warm, and very passionate kiss

y/n, I do have to worry… I-I love you-”

- you cut him off, holding his own face in your hands, leaning forward, and kissing him for the very second time in a needy, emotions displayed kiss

I love you too Stiles”

- you had a few happy tears in your eyes as you two kissed a few more times, only slightly aware of the pack watching you through the windows of the building

- you pretended not to notice Kira giving Scott thirty bucks

- Stiles drove everyone home, dropping you off last and trailing you to your doorstep

- he promised you that when all the Dread Doctor business was over, that he’d take you on a real date, to which you nodded, and kissed him quickly on the tips of your toes, before saying goodnight and heading inside for the night

- you high fived Stiles when Theo was dragged to the pits of hell, and that very night, went out on your first date

- it was a picnic at the overlook in the Beacon Hills Preserve, and it was beautiful.

- lots of kisses

- a really lot

- his hand was wrapped around yours as he drove you home, and as always, he stood with you at your door

I’m not usually one for taking boys home after a first date, but my parents aren’t home and I don’t wanna wait anymore”

- the infamous Stilinski smirk as you were pressed against the door in a matter of seconds, and familiar warm lips sealed yours

- the sex was nothing less of hot

- neck kisses, you weren’t surprised Stiles loved hickeys

- he let you set the pace, and asked you for consent five too many times

- the look on his face was priceless when you snapped on the sixth time, and you’d told him to shut up and fuck your brains out

- (but hey, he did just that)

- and after you fell asleep together, him on his back and your front pressed into his side, your head on his bare chest and falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat in your ear

- lazy morning sex

- then shower sex

- then he made you breakfast, and you giggled half way through eating it


“oh nothing, I’m just surprised you haven’t thrown me onto the table yet”

“well I was waiting for you to finish eating”

- he wasn’t lying.  *clears throat and sputters*

- you applied for a lot of colleges together.  but here and there you’d come across one that seemed good for you, but would be far from Stiles.  You applied, on the off chance you even had the ability to get in, but didn’t tell him about the ones in New York, or Tennessee.

- you told Lydia, because you couldn’t just keep it to yourself.  There was a certain hype that came with college applications.  Lydia hated keeping secrets nowadays, but promised not to tell.  You never questioned her loyalty

- but one day you were telling her and Malia about a university in Maine called Colby.  How great it seemed, but how you had other options that would keep you and the pack closer to Beacon Hills.  You may have gotten a little vocal about the situation.

You want to go to school in Maine?” you’d whirled around so fast upon the voice of your boyfriend.  Lydia and Malia ran off as soon as you were looking away.


“But you applied there?” Stiles asked, his voice a prime example of broken.

“Yes- but I didn’t- it was more of a wonder really” You felt guilty immediately.  “Stiles I didn’t want to.. I wasn’t- it was just-” You stopped trying to talk to take a deep breath.

Do… do you still want the vision?” He asked, stepping closer.  Your hands wrapped around his forearms.

“Of course I do Stiles, I want that with you” You said.  “I mean it, I want that” He nodded, eyes flickering to the ground with uncertainty.  “Stiles I love you, and the idea of going to college with you… maybe rent an apartment or something, really starting our.. our future? You held onto him tighter, and he looked at you.  “That excites me and frightens me at the same time okay?” He nodded.

- dramatic kisses

- everywhere.

- all the time.

- sometimes in lunch after a particularly difficult day in class, you’d wrap both arms around one of Stiles’, and lay your head on his shoulder in a half nap.

- but other days he’d have an arm around your waist, or your hands would be intertwined on one of your legs, or on the table.

- pushing him to take his class picture

y/n, I already took it”

“Uhm, no you didn’t Stiles.  There’s no photo here”

- Stiles argued with you for a bit bout, until you ended up dragging him to get his picture taken, again.

- Malia and you became really close friends, like connected at the hip kind of close.  It surprised everyone, but it made you happy.  Friends were important to keep close in this town

- Stiles called you later that night.

Baby what’s wrong it’s one am?” You’d mumbled upone answering.

“I-I saw- I saw them” His shaky voice replied.

Saw who Stiles?” You asked, sitting up in bed now.

“The ghost riders” 

- you went to his house to spend the night, and talked for a long time about what it all meant.  You fell asleep crying in his arms, and him cooing and hushing you while running his fingers through your hair.

- the next day at school you’d clung to him like crazy

- he was taken that night, you’d been sitting in the jeep with him, holding onto him so tightly you were sure it would be impossible for anyone to get him.  He’d repeatedly told you he loved you, anything he could.

y/n please try-”

“I couldn’t ever forget you Stiles” You said, crying hard as tears blurred your vision.  “I love you, I love you so much you’ll never know.  I want everything with you, I still do, I want us to go to college together, Stiles I wasnt to spend the rest of my life with you” You sobbed, and he held you tight, and leaving bruising kiss on your lips.

“I want that too y/n, I want that too” Your arms wound around his neck, holding him closer as his head was buried into your neck.

- you still cried in the jeep even after he was pried away from you, and dragged out through the door.

hehehehe this is sooo long I’ve had this in my drafts for months.

anywho here’s somethin a lil extra to just top off my excitement for being back on tumblr again

13 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence, gruesome torture, death, blood, wound details and grief

Originally posted by manwalage

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Rowaelin’s daughter x Feysand’s son fic Part V

Sadly, friends, this is the last one. Thank you for coming on this journey with me, and meeting and shipping Sastiel as hard as I did. I cry now.

Check out Part I, Part II, Part III and Part IV.


Seraphine walked behind Kastiel in silence, her wolf following behind her.
It felt like a lifetime ago when Fenrys had given her Fen as a pup. Now he was as big as she is.
She patted down the scruff of his fur, murmuring how good he is when she felt Kastiel’s gaze land on her.
“We’ll train here,” he said.
Seraphine looks around at the vastness of her surroundings. Kastiel wanted to train early—so early in fact, that the sun had barely even risen. She had been given a thick set of Illyrian leathers to wear (despite her telling Kastiel that she didn’t feel the cold), and a ridiculous amount of daggers were now strapped to her body.
“It’s more for my peace of mind,” was his only reply.
Now they were at the snow capped mountain side, with no one around them.
This was dangerous any way you look at it.
“Scared, Seraphine?”
“Only of what your family will do after I’m done with you.”
The two circle each other—neither looking away from each other’s gaze. “No powers. I want to see you fight,” he says.
As she pulls out a dagger strapped from her hip, Seraphine supposed she should have told Kastiel that she’s more skilled with a knife than her fire.
With a twist of her wrist, Seraphine let fly a hand full of daggers towards Kastiel. He dodged them easily, no hesitations in his steps. Like he was dancing. Whatever training he had gone through—it was perfect—beautiful to watch.
But Kastiel didn’t spend years on the road, fighting bandits, dealing with thugs and dodging assassins—he didn’t know how to fight dirty like she did.
Seraphine rushed towards Kastiel, tackling him to the ground. The soft snow crumbled underneath them. Seraphine held Kastiel in a bear hug, her dagger pressed against the soft spot of his neck as they fell in the small ditch.
Luckily, Kastiel’s strong wings cushioned their fall, Seraphine now on top of him. She couldn’t help but think of how perfectly they fit together—like two pieces in a puzzle. 
She gives him a mischievous smile. “You’re letting me win, princeling.”
Kastiel blocked Seraphine’s dagger with his own, letting both of it clatter to the ground near them.
“I win,” he says, studying her face under heavy lids.
The sun had finally risen, covering the white mountains in shimmering orange. It was almost as if the snow were alight with flames. The view reminded him of when he was younger—when his uncle brought him here.
Kastiel couldn’t stop himself—didn’t even bother trying. He slowly, apprehensively, touched his lips to her temple—like a question.
And Seraphine answered back, sliding her cheek down against his, where his lips touched her closed eyes, and down, down to the sensitive part of her throat, her cheek, her jaw.
Kastiel’s lips found hers.
And the soft feel of them and the hard feel of his body under her made her body come alive from a different kind of fire. And the taste of him, of their kiss deepening, of his hands on her back, his leg between hers, made her ache from a different kind of need.
She couldn’t stop the moan escape from her lips—or the way her body moved yearningly into him.
A familiar male voice cleared their throat, separating Seraphine and Kastiel.


“How disappointing,” his uncle practically purrs, “to find the two of you rolling in the snow, instead of training.”
Kastiel took a moment to collect himself, his scrambled thoughts, his lips on hers. And how they still screamed more, more more.
He ignored his uncle, helping Seraphine to her feet. He was never going to hear the end of this.
“You even had the wolf on guard,” his uncle says incredulously with a shake of his head. “Kastiel, I need you to take care of the monsters. This is an order, little general. I have things to do.”
His uncle gives him a wink, and winnows away, taking Fen with him.
Kastiel lets out a long breath, glancing at Seraphine. Her mouth was tilted up in a secret smile at him, her lips swollen from their kiss, her hair a mess from how he had held her close to him. He reached for her hands, feeling the flicker of the mating bond between them.
Kastiel falters at the touch.
“I have to go back to camp,” he says. “The fire training will have to wait a little longer.”


Seraphine spent her afternoon sitting on a trunk of a large oak tree. She promised herself that she would not think about the kiss they shared—but it was hard for her to not obsess over it. She was perfectly fine sitting under the sun with a sketchbook in her lap, day dreaming about future kisses to come.
Besides, it was pure indulgent to watch Kastiel train a group of Illyrian kids.
She could tell, just by the way he was showing the kids how to wield their stick swords, that he was distracted.
“Stay close,” he had told her, before she decided to ignore him. She wandered the camp aimlessly until she found her spot by the tree.
It pleased Seraphine even more that Kastiel’s eyes kept on looking at the general spot of her vicinity, but he had yet to realise that she was up on a tree.
As he supervised each child’s parry, one particular little boy followed behind him like his shadow. Everything Kastiel did, the little boy was mimicking.
With a smile on his face, Seraphine watched as Kastiel hoisted the boy up in the air—the boys arms and legs flailing helplessly—and said something that made the boy giggle with laughter. She couldn’t help but sketch Kastiel’s face in that moment.
When Kastiel was done, Seraphine leaped from her spot on the tree. They found each other in the middle, and got started on working to control her fire.


“Don’t be scared,” Kastiel told her from behind the door of her suite, “Or else they’ll sense it.” He started pacing. “The only person you have to watch for is my Aunt Nesta—and maybe my Uncle Cassian—they’re very protective of me. But other than that, everybody is nice. You’ll fit right in.”
“Oh, will you stop fussing about,” Seraphine says as she opens her door. Kastiel’s mouth drop open. Seraphine had changed from her Illyrian leathers to a simple, long silver slip dress that matched her hair. The dress caught in the light every time she swayed her hips.
By the Mother.
Seraphine gave him a timid smile. “I must confess—I haven’t worn a dress since I can remember.”
He shook his head in reply.
The sight of Seraphine undid Kastiel.
“Control yourself,” his father suddenly warned him in his head. But Kastiel couldn’t stop the pull of the mating bond.
The dinner table of the House of Wind were already occupied with the uncomfortable looks of his family—they no doubt sensed it in him. Kastiel pulled out a seat next to his mother for Seraphine to sit, whilst he sat next to her and his uncle Azriel.
“Seraphine, this is my mother and father, High Lady and Lord of the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand.”
“Please,” his father said, “call me Rhys.”
“And here are my aunts Nesta, Elain, and The Morrigan. And my uncles, Azriel and Cassian.”
Seraphine’s eyes travelled along his family’s faces.
“Honey,” The Morrigan said to Seraphine, “you can call me Mor.”
Kastiel choked on his drink. “Why do I have to call you The Morrigan, when others can call you Mor?”
“Because, Kastiel,” The Morrigan smiled, sipping her wine slowly. “I don’t want to sound old.”
The table erupt in laughter.
“Though Rhysand,” his uncle Cassian interrupts, “you wouldn’t be laughing at what I saw by the mountains earlier this morning.”
The smile in Kastiel’s lips fell.


Kastiel’s dysfunctional family made Seraphine miss her own. She couldn’t believe how long it’s been since she sat at the dinner table to eat a simple meal.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Kastiel whispers in her ear. “Is something the matter?”
Seraphine shakes her head. “I am simply homesick,” she says out loud.
Kastiel’s mother, Feyre, reached for her hand on the table. The gesture surprised her, yet Feyre’s touch was comforting, real—reminding her of her own mother.
“Is there anything that you remember from your past that could help us find your way home?” Feyre asks her.
Seraphine takes a moment to collect her memories, trying to separate the truths from dreams. She had been taken by a group of strange assassins in Erilea. They had captured her, captured her wyvern, captured her wolf, and bound her to a pole in a circular clearing. They were chanting, calling, reciting—it was a sacrifice. She was a sacrifice to the dark pit welling under her. But Seraphine could escape any hold, and so could her wolf. She had shouted at Fen, shouted at him to watch out as an arrow flew towards him. But she blocked it with her back, she fell on her hands and knees from the impact, and she kept on falling, falling into the void, screaming, screaming—
The voice that woke her was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of her body calmed at the dominance of it.
“Look at me.”
She did.
Kastiel held her face in his hands, “you’re safe, you’re here, you’re safe with us.”
Seraphine looked around at the table. She didn’t know what she expected—maybe their judgment—but certainly not their faces of awe—at Kastiel, she wasn’t sure—and understanding.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I met this creature, in the forest. It called itself the Suriel. It said to find the ancient one—”
“The Ancient One?” Rhysand interrupted, his violet eyes pinning her to the spot.


Kastiel and Seraphine sat by the ledge in her room. His father had called for his aunt Amren to return from the Summer Court. Kastiel shudders at the thought of facing his aunt after this.
Ever since the dinner, Seraphine had barely said any words to him. He would be lying if he said that her outburst had scared him—had scared his whole family. They were all expecting her fire to erupt.
But it never did—she had controlled it without her even noticing.
“I want to show you something,” he said, gathering Seraphine in his arms, and flying away from the House of Wind.
“The view of Velaris at night cannot compare to any city. But, I think the Sidra River can make you think otherwise.”
Kastiel held Seraphine in silence as they looked out into the sparkling river.
“Is it safe to swim?” Seraphine asked.
Kastiel flew down into the water in answer.

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Meet Me Inside -  Part 1

Masterlist | Part 2 

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus. 

A/N: I finally had some inspiration thanks to a request I’ve had sitting in my inbox for ages. And i’m so excited.

Warnings: None for this part. 

Words: 2134

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Rubbing the fatigue from your eyes, you groan as you roll over, picking up your phone and squinting as the screen shines far too brightly while you turn off your alarm and drop the phone back on to your bedside table.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself repeatedly as you roll out of bed and get ready.

Only one more year and you’d finally finish your Masters Degree. The thought, however, was always threatened to be dampened by the realisation that you’d need to make plans for what you would undertake after you graduate, but you pushed the thought aside whenever it threatened to linger.

Although you’d refused the offer to go out the night before, you had stayed awake for much longer than you should have and it showed. Your eyes were puffy and dry from lack of sleep.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself once more.

As was routine, you tie your hair back, dress in whatever is clean, grab your phone from the bedside and your bag from beside the door, locking your apartment as you leave.

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BTS Reaction - Telling their S/O They are Virgins


Namjoon wasn’t all too ashamed about still being a virgin at the age of 22 because he knew he just didn’t have the time to get to know someone for long enough to build a relationship to where it got to that step, but here he was with you, your relationship going for a strong 4 months and he felt like you both were in the right part of your relationship to take it to the next step. You were surprised at his sudden confession, not expecting that he was still a virgin because he was very skilled in other areas when it came to that field. You felt somewhat glad that you would be his first but at the back of your mind you were a little worried that you wouldn’t be good enough because you weren’t all that experienced yourself. 

“We can be each others first”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Intimacy, it was the one thing you and Jin haven’t ventured in with your relationship. You had been dating Jin for about 6 months now and things were going smoothly, it was just the fact that he never let things escalate further than mild groping while making out. You were starting to question your attractiveness to him. So today, you came up with a plan, you were going to wear his favourite dress to try to seduce him over dinner. You could tell he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, especially when he would continue twirling the same forkful of spaghetti for 20 seconds. You got up gingerly before crossing the table to his side. You sat on his lap, seductively biting you lip before softly pecking his lips, letting your lips linger for a while. Before you knew it, you were on your back with Jin above you, his hands groping your skin over your dress. You made a move to take off his shirt before he stiffened and drew back. ‘What was the problem?’ You had asked, slightly frustrated with the entire situation. He sighed softly before admitting that he was a virgin. A virgin was the furthest thing in your mind when it came to Jin. His sex appeal was ridiculous, so it had never crossed your mind that there was a possibility for him to be inexperienced. You smiled softly before wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m not experienced enough for you”

Originally posted by rapdaegu


Just like Namjoon he didn’t care much about him still being a virgin, he had chances before where he had the choice to have sex but it just wasn’t the right time or the right person for him, call him old fashion but that’s how he was. Being with you was totally different, your connection was something that he treasured, he felt like he could share all his problems and concerns with you, realising this he decided he would tell you that he was ready for you both take the next step, only if you were ready of course. You were all more than ready to deepen your relationship with Yoongi but when he told you that you would be his first you were shocked but totally understood the reason why. Suddenly feeling way more attracted to your boyfriend you walked towards him and straddled his lap, each of your legs at the sides of his as you kissed him with before you pulled away.

“How about we further our relationship right now”

Originally posted by syubangel


Hoseok The boys and I had been in the dance practice room for a while now. They were messing around and I was, as usual, sat on the ground in the corner, watching Hoseok with mini intervals phone time. They had started off with the dance routine to fire, then baepsae before finishing with their dance routine for Blood, Sweat & Tears. Blood, sweat and tears was, incomparably my favorite dance practice out of them all. The butter smooth transitions into each of the member’s parts was enchanting, especially Hoseok’s. He just had a way of making my eyes focus on him when ever he danced. He just looked so sexy. After they had finished, he walked straight over to me, his body glistening with sweat while a satisfied smile adorned his face. ’ How many girls have you charmed into bed with that dance?’ you teased him lightly. You two had never been intimate, being that you were still in the early stages of dating, but you always did wonder what it would be like to take that step with him. To your surprise he softly uttered that he was still a virgin. Your body filled with warmth at the thought of being the first person to see that side of him.

“Jagi don’t worry, you will be the first”

Originally posted by mygukie


You and Jimin were currently on the couch in the middle of a heated make out session. His hands that were previously tangled in your hair was now teasingly running down your back,sending tingles down your spine, making his way to your hips. His grip on you tighten as he felt his pants become a size smaller, needing more friction he guided your hips to rock back and forth against his. He couldn’t help but let a groan of satisfaction pass his lips for he was loving this new sensation. You yourself was a groaning mess, you waited so long this and hopefully you wouldn’t have to wait any longer if this continued to go where you think it was going. Sure you and Jimin had been intimate before but it was just a little groping here and there when you two made out. Needing to feel more of him and not just through his jeans you slowly moved your hand down his toned chest until it reached what you were looking for, his jeans, as you were about to remove the band of leather that was keeping you from what you wanted his hand immediately stopped yours. Taken back at his sudden actions you reluctantly pulled away from his now swollen lips to ask him why he stopped you. Jimin wasn’t sure how you’d react to him being inexperiended in this field, so he was hesitant in telling you why he had stopped you, gaining the courage he blurted it out. All you could do was smile, him being a virgin didn’t change the way you felt about him in the slightest.

“I..I never had sex before”

“Well I think it’s time to change that”

Originally posted by jiyoongis


Movie nights were something you always enjoyed. Especially since it was a very effective way to spend time with Tae. He was almost always busy, whether it be tours when he’d be away for months on end, or just schedules where he’d attend fan meets, have recording sessions, and have dance practices. So when ever he got to come home, we’d have a movie night, just the two of us and a movie of our choice. We’d been in the middle of watching a newly released movie when a mild sex scene came on when suddenly, the mood became extremely tense. You looked across at Taehyung, slightly confused as to why he was twitching his hands and avoiding eye contact with you at all costs. If there was one thing you knew about Taehyung, if not anything else, was that he thoroughly enjoyed eye contact with you. He always said he could see every emotion just by glancing into my eyes, and he loved it.’ Babe, what’s wrong?’ I asked, concerned. Was the movie that I picked that bad? He cleared his throat before turning to face me, still avoiding my gaze. 'It makes me uncomfortable’ he said softly, a slight blush adorning his face. 'Why?’ i asked curiously. 'Because i haven’t experienced any of that before’ he replied, his ears turning red. I hadn’t even thought of that possibility. I simultaneously blushed with him.

“Me neither”

Originally posted by sekaiz


It had been 6 hours straight that Jungkook had been playing videos and not paying you any attention. You tried to catch his attention many times, you even cooked his favourite dish but he just nodded in your direction saying to put it in the oven until he was ready, his eyes not budging from the TV screen not even for a split second. You huffed about to give up when an idea popped into your head, a smirk forming on lips as you got up from your spot on the bed and slowly made your way over to where he was seated. Not caring if he lost his game you place yourself in his lap and straddled his waist. He finally stopped curious of your actions. You wasted no time in attacking his lips lightly sucking his bottom lip. He immediately reacted by dropping the remote to grab your waist and kissed you back. Smirking at your plan working you started to push him down on the bed as your make out session became more intense. You realised he was being hesitant about the way he touched you or trying to carry this any further. A little disappointed you detached you lips from his and looked at him with curiosity. 

“What’s wrong, aren’t you sexually attracted to me?” 

“No no no I am, it’s just…… I sorta kinda never had sex before..”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Unwanted (Bucky x reader)

This one is a request by @buckyslocalfarmer and I gladly accepted. I thought it be a really good fic to balance out the angst of Battered and Bruised. (If you love Bucky, then I think you’ll like my series, Battered and Bruised. You can find it here in my masterlist.) 

This turned really smutty really quickly and I’d just like to say that this is my first time writing smut and I’m sorry if it’s bad. I’m gonna work on it. So please forgive me for the cringy writing. 

Request:  Could you do something with Bucky where reader is feeling useless, due to her work, friends or something like that and Bucky comforts her? Something fluffy or hot.

Warnings: SMUT. and cursing

Your boss had asked you to come to his office to tell you something. You were nervous, you had a terrifying boss who gave scowls everyone in the building. Maybe he was promoting you? You honestly had no idea. You came into his office and shut the door behind you. 

“You said you wanted to s-” You were cut off immediately. 

“You’re fired, F/N.” He gave you one of his famous death glares. You had no idea what to say, so you nodded and turned, leaving his office for good. You didn’t understand. You were doing everything that you were supposed to do and you made sure all your deadlines were met, even going as far as to getting them in a few days early. You groaned in frustration as you packed up your things from your cubicle and headed to the car. The rest of the employees peered from their work spaces, their eyes like lasers in your back. You could feel everyone staring at you. 

You snapped. “What the hell do you all want?” When they realized that you could tell they were staring they darted back to your work, acting like they hadn’t done anything at all. 

“That’s what I thought.” You walked out, your blood boiling. When you reached the car, you threw your box of belongings in the back seat and got in. Your car ride was silent. No music. Nothing. You were beyond upset. You felt so useless. Every time you tried to do well, and go above and beyond, they hated you. 

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chemistry, part 1

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.

warnings: just some cursing.

a/n: I am really really excited about this new series, so I hope y'all like chemistry teacher O'Brien just as much as I do.

word count: 2k+

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Nightmare [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Ok so i thought of a really detailed smut request lol. Rick finds the reader (young girl like 20) and brings her back to alexandria and shes very scared and standoffish so rick lets her stay at his house. At night she has a bad dream and crawls into bed with rick in just her tshirt and panties and tells him she had a bad dream. He feels guilty and says they shouldnt be in bed together but she seduces him and touches him and he finally gives in. Im like beyond excited ab this lol. Pls and thk u!

I could not WAIT to write this one, OMG. Hope you like it anon! 💝

Warnings: SMUT, Swearing, unprotected sex, dirty talk, seduction, oral sex (female receiving)

Words: 3,023

A/N: Enjoy some grade A Rick Grimes filth. I feel like I should dunk myself in some holy water after writing this. 

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Happy Birthday, Bucky!

Summary: AU! Bucky comes home from work to a celebration in his honor.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, plus some dad!Bucky feels

Word Count: 982

Warnings: fluff and cuteness overload

A/N: This is a one-shot (my first one on this blog!) in honor of Bucky’s 100th birthday (and in honor of me reaching 2k+ followers). I was in mighty need of some Time After Time Bucky, so that’s the family I used. I wrote this in like fifteen minutes to try to make up for my previous story’s angst.

HBD Old Man!

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Reaction to Hidden Camera Break Up. . .

Anonymous said: hi hi~~ first off i would like to say u are HILARIOUS, like ur posts and how u write them make me laugh legit out loud lmao. anyway i was wondeirn if oyu could do a got7 or exo reaction to a hidden prank break up. like oyu pretend to break up with them for a hidden prank? thank you kai <3 mucho love back at ya! ;D -mia <3

Reaction to Hidden Camera Break Up…

A/N this is just cruel, but I like the idea, so enjoy Anonnie~ and thanks for the mucho love!



It would have been after practice, the boys were in on it, in fact they (and the manager) were the ones who asked if you could do it. It was both for the entertainment of the fans (and them, lezz be honest), but also to test his temper, considering he was one with a temper. You came to pick him up like always, but you were nervous, of course, you were about to fake break up with you boyfriend who you loved very much, and he seemed to be able to sense your off mood that night. He’s always been one to be able to pick up on small things, as Jinyoung had once said about his leader, and this was a rare moment where you hated that trait of his. You decided that the quicker you did this, the sooner you could tell him it was fake and, no, you didn’t want to actually break up with him.

Y/N: “Jae… We need to break up.” You spoke quietly, almost hoping he hadn’t heard you.

But he did and his head snapped up quickly while he was packing his bag.

Jaebum: “What?”

Y/N: “I said we need to break up.” You answered quickly.

There was a silence, and you grew worried he would be able to see through your acting as he stared at you closely.

Jaebum: “Okay, what’s wrong?”

Y/N: “What? Nothing. I’m just…. It’s not working out. We barely get to see each other and when we do, you’re too tired to want to do anything other than lay in bed or on the couch… I need something new.”

This was all a lie. You and Jae had talked about knowing what would come with this relationship, and you were fine with it as long as it was with him. And you made that clear, he was the one who was hesitant about this, not wanting you to feel unloved.

Jaebum: “That’s bull, and you know it. Tell me the truth Y/N.” You could see the anger growing in his eyes, but you knew he was trying to control himself for you.

You flinched, he never used your full name, it was either your nickname, babe, baby or Jagi. Never Y/N. You needed to end this quickly.

Y/N: “I’m sorry Jaebum.” You put emphasis on his full name, knowing he would take this more seriously if you did. Then you quickly turned and left the room.

BamBam: “That was good Y/N. Even I believed it.”

Y/N: “Ugh, I feel horrible, can I please go in and tell him it was a hidden prank?”

They made you wait a few minutes to go back in, but when Jaebum walked out of the room, angrily running his hands through his hair, that plan was ruined. He looked up and saw you with the rest of his members, his eyes narrowed at the sight, but you could see pain in them. You didn’t ask, you need to give him a hug, and you did just that. 

Y/N: “It was a prank!” You say, wanting to get it over with.

Jackson: “Aww, c’mon, could have let it go on a little longer Y/N.”

You felt Jaebum laugh slightly underneath you, and you backed up to see him wearing a smile.

Jaebum: “Did they put you up to this?” He asks pointing to his members and when you nod he sends them a warning glare. “You guys are in trouble.” The guys quickly look at one another then run out of the room. “And you?” He looks to you with softer, but still stern eyes. “Don’t ever do that again, even as a prank.”

Originally posted by younggjaebum


It was done at the dorm, the members pretended to leave, but really, they were all waiting outside the front door. You and Jackson were sitting on the couch, and you had just said the horrible words.

Jackson: “But, why?”

You shrugged, using it as an excuse to look away from his pained eyes.

Y/N: “I think it would be for the best-”

Jackson: “For who!?” He cut you off, and you looked at him shocked, the only time he ever raised his voice in front of you was when he was overly excited about something.

Y/N: “For you mostly, I mean, I know how hard it is for you to juggle both work, your needs and me… So I thought-think, that if I were to step out of the picture, it would be better and healthier for you.” You speak calmly, trying to calm your own heart down. But seeing Jackson furiously shake his head at your words made your heart ache more. Because it’s true, a part of you thinks this is true.

Jackson: “Y/N, you know that if I had a hard time with you and all that other stuff I would talk to you about it. If it got this far, I would only ask for a small break, a few months at the most, but never for a break up.” Jackson pleads. “I don’t want this Y/N, if anything this will just be worse. Let’s find a balance, how about just a break for a few months, okay?”

Y/N: “No Jackson. This is what I came up with, I thought a lot about it, and this is what I think is best. I have to go, okay?” You stand, and Jackson quickly follows. “Thanks for everything Jackson.” You smile and turn to leave.

However, Jackson follows just like you all predicted and when out in the hall, you two come face-to-face with the members and camera crew. 

Jackson: “What…?” He stops next to you looking at everyone confused, but slowly puts the pieces together and ends up laughing. “It was a prank!?” He asks, looking to you, his eyes now shining, no longer looking pained.

Y/N: “Yeah, they made me do it. I’m so sorry.” You say as he pulls you into a hug.

Jackson: “Ahhhhh, I thought I was losing you! Y/N!!” He screeches, hugging you harder and spinning you. He screams again, letting out all his worries and fears he was holding a few seconds ago.

Y/N: “You’re not mad?” You ask, looking at him carefully after he sets you down.

Jackson: “No. But I’m mad at them!” He shouts glaring at his members.

You laugh as you watch as he begins to wrestle with BamBam and Jinyoung.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


He would know, lezz be honest. He’s smart and logical, and he’s an actor, and you’re not the best actor. So he would know what was coming from how nervous you had been for the past few hours, and from the members and how they’ve been acting as well as the manager and camera crew. He would have seen it coming. He wouldn’t know exactly what was coming, but he knew it was prank. So when you said the words ‘break up’ he knew that must have been it. He would play with you and would nod understandingly, not making the big fuss you were probably hoping for. You realized he must have figured it out, knowing how in-tune your boyfriend is, so you decided to take it to next level and use those text that your ex was writing to you, and that you showed to Jinyoung as the reason for the break up. However, still not believing it, Jinyoung just said that if that’s what you need, then he’ll except it. Though it was a prank on a prank, you still felt hurt, and want to get him back, you allowed your tears to flow, catching Jinyoung off guard. He would apologize and pull you into his arms tightly.

Y/N: “Jinyoung, why are you so mean? It was only a prank. Do you really want to break up?” You ask looking up at him, making sure he could see your tears.

Jinyoung: “No, no, I knew about the prank and-”

You knew now that you got him, and decided to take it further.

Y/N: “If that’s what you want then…” You stood and grabbed your bag, showing that you were leaving him.

You made your way to the door with Jinyoung standing to follow you. You opened the door.

Jinyoung: “Aish, Y/N, I’m sorry, I was only prancking you back. I don’t actually want to break up.”

You let the members and camera crew in, now smiling as you looked back to your now confused boyfriend.

Y/N: “I know, but I got you on this part didn’t I?” You ask smirking at Jinyoung.

He sighs, now looking fed up. 

Jinyoung: “Ahhh, you got me. I was expecting the first, but I didn’t expect you to cry and react like this.”

Y/N: “I figured, that’s why I decided to cry and see if I could catch you off guard. I out smarted you huh?” You ask smiling.

Jinyoung: “I thought I really made us break up.” He laughs. “I suddenly got so worried and didn’t know what to do.” 

You run over and throw your arms around him. 

Y/N: “No way. I love you Jinyounggie.” You whisper the last part that he returns in his own whisper.

(him apologizing to you)

Originally posted by jypnior


This would be the first time that you see Mark angry, and angry at you. Usually Mark was able to keep his patience with you, and usually if he got mad at you, he would simply talk to you about it. However at this moment he was angry, and you could see it clearly in his eyes, and he wasn’t trying to hide it from you. You had told him you wanted to break up because you realized you couldn’t handle the glory and public attention that came with him. That was when he got mad, not at you, but at everything and everyone. You quickly left the practice room and looked through the window along with the other members to see Mark sitting on the couch, his face in his hands. 

Y/N: “This is horrible, I need to go in there and tell him the truth, look at him…”

Jaebum: “Yeah, he’s taking this harder than we thought.”

You walked back in quickly and squatted down in front of him and placed a gentle hand on his knee.

Y/N: “I’m sorry. It was a prank thought up by your manager and members. They wanted it for a hidden camera.”

Mark looks up slowly and you see pain in his eyes as well as tears. He doesn’t say anything and simply pulls you into a tight hug.

Originally posted by etherealjackson


You would have told him before you all were going out to dinner. You would have called him and told him over the phone, saying that you wouldn’t make it and that you didn’t want to see him again. Of course there would be cameras around, and he wouldn’t think much of it because this dinner was going to be filmed for the fans. So they caught the reaction of Youngjae freaking out over the phone while they’re driving to the restaurant. However, little did he know that you were waiting for him in front of the restaurant. When the car finally pulled up, Youngjae didn’t notice you.

Y/N: “Youngjae oppa!” You would call with a big smile.

Youngjae wouldn’t have looked over, thinking it was just fan, however, you were standing by the body guard at the front door of the restaurant. So when they walked up, you would see Youngjae standing behind the group, his face down cast, wishing he had you on his arm so he could smile with you again. He tried to walk by, still noticing you, so you placed a hand on his chest to stop him from walking by. That was when he looked up and his eyes met with yours and his grew wide.

Youngjae: “Y/N?! What’re you doing here!?”

Y/N: “Telling you it was just a prank that your mean members decided to play on you. And… If you’re willing to forgive me, I’m hoping you’ll allow me to accompany you to dinner like we planed tonight?” You spoke softly, giving him a  shy smile.

However Youngjae simply gave you his hugest smile that you loved and pulled you into his arms.

Youngjae: “Ahhhh! Y/N! You’re going to be the death of me!”

Originally posted by holyfuckmark


You told BamBam that you were getting back with your ex that has been texting you and actually trying to get back with you. That was true, and BamBam knew it, as he was the one who was helping you try to get rid of your persistent ex, what wasn’t true was that you were getting back with him. It would just be more believable if you used that story considering he knew your ex was texting you.

BamBam: “But why? You were so eager to get rid of him last week, what changed now?” You simply shrugged. “But he treated you horribly last time, what makes you think that’s going to change this time? Do you just not want to be with me and you’re using this as an excuse? I’d prefer you to just tell me you don’t want to be with me rather than say you’re getting back with your ex.” He mumbles looking down at his hands, frustrated with this situation.

Y/N: “No. We talked all last night, and he really seems to have changed. I want to give him a second chance.” You lie.

BamBam looks up at you, his face now void of any emotion. This wasn’t a BamBam you liked to see. You preferred the animated and sweet BamBam more than anything else.

BamBam: “I can take care of you better Y/N, I have been for the months that we… … Haven’t I?” He ask after hesitating, looking at you confused, like he really doesn’t get what was happening.

Y/N: “I miss him, I want to go back to him BamBam. I’m sorry.” You speak softly.

BamBam runs his hands through his hair, frustrated as he sighs deeply. 

BamBam: “This doesn’t make sense! Is he blackmailing you?” He asks, but you shake your head. “Y/N, please tell me this is a joke. Please.”

There’s a knock on your door, and you move on to the next plan of the prank. 

Y/N: “That’s him. I think you should go now BamBam. I’m sorry, and thank you for everything these past few months-”

He cuts you off and angrily stands and rushes to the door, however when he opens the door standing there isn’t your ex, but the rest of Got7 with huge smiles on their faces. BamBam looks to you, confused and you smile to him.

Y/N: “Surprise! It’s a prank!” You shout, hoping he’ll be okay with this.

It takes BamBam a moment, but then he breaks down laughing hard. Covering his face with his hands and you walk over to him and pull him into a hug that he tightly returns.

Jackson: “What were you going to do if her ex was really at the door?” Jackson asks laughing.

BamBam: “Fight him. I was gonna fight him.” BamBam replies with a smile as everyone else laughs at the thought.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


They would make you say that you were dating one of them, and the plan would be to have the one who would be your ‘new boyfriend’ –which would be chosen as JB, to walk into the room at the end. To see Yugyeom’s true love for you, and whether he would stand up against his leader for you, or let it happen.After you had told Yugyeom, he had asked who it was, and you tried to avoid the question, but he wouldn’t let it go. Eventually you said the name Yugyeom would want to be the last name to be said. But it was, and you could the see the hesitation in his eyes. Then, the door opened like you had expected, and in walked JB, he said hi to you, like he had planned, considering in the lie, you two would be hiding your feelings for one another. However, Yugyeom spoke up.

Yugyeom: “I know.”

JB would look to Yugyeom and then you, his acting skills on point. 

Jaebum: “Oh, so… Does that mean you two are broken up?” He would ask.

Y/N: “Ye-”

Yugyeom: “No.” He would speak. “I’m sorry, I respect you, but I can’t let this happen. Y/N means too much to me, and you know that. So please…” He himself didn’t even know what he was asking, for JB to not love you? Anything. He didn’t want to lose you or JB, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you and JB together.

You could see the tears growing in Yugyeom’s eyes and frantically look to JB, hoping he would let go of the prank and come clean.

Jaebum stared at Yugyeom for a few seconds, then broke into a smile and pulled his maknae into a hug. 

Jaebum: “Ahh, don’t cry. It’s a prank, it’s a prank.” He pulled away and ruffled Yugyeom’s hair. “You seriously think I would do that to you?”

Yugyeom simply laughed and looked to you.

Yugyeom: “So you’re still my girlfriend?” He asks.

Y/N: “Of course!” You reply, pulling him into a giant hug as he returns the hug with just as much, if not more, love and firmness as he kissed the top of your head.

Originally posted by got7gifs

anonymous asked:

hello my lord and savior (for all the good you've done for my batfam obsession). i was wondering if you could do an imagine/drabble about jason getting a bit self-conscious about his white streak when someone makes an insensitive comment about it, and his SO dying a piece of her hair like his to make him feel better about it? love you lots :'-)

So I wrote this one really quick! There is a sudden plunge into kink toward the end! If you don’t like that, skip the last few lines. I don’t know what happened, but toward the end of this my mind was suddenly in the gutter.


You love Jason’s white streak. It’s one of the physical reminders that Jason survived, and you love that. The two of you had been together since before the Joker, and you two had gotten back together again when Jason came back as the Red Hood.

Gently running your fingers through the streak, you press kisses all over Jason’s sleeping face. He stirs, eyes opening slowly, “Morning, baby”


“Wanna go to the book store today?”

“Yeah … but after coffee”

Chuckling, you lean down, pressing one more kiss to his lips, before you get up and head to the kitchen to make the coffee. “Well get up, I heard that the store got that new book you wanted”



“I’m coming, I’m coming”

An hour and a half later you two finally leave for the bookstore. The two of you split up when you get to the store, Jason heading to the new releases, and you wanting to check out the other sections. When you’ve browsed the rest of the store you head over to the classic section, the place you’ll most likely find your boyfriend.

“I don’t understand the stupid hair that people have now a days. Dude, did you do that shit on purpose?”

Jason hunches his shoulder’s slightly, already self-conscious about his white streak, and he rarely would defend himself. So, you decide to stand up for him.

“Do you have a fucking problem, dude?”

The asshole smirks over at you, “I wasn’t talking about you, sweetheart. I was talking about the freak with the streak over there”

“You mean my boyfriend? You’re standing over there being an asshole for no fucking reason, picking on someone who you don’t even fucking know. Does that make you feel better, sweetheart? Does it make you feel like a man to taunt someone in a fucking book-store?”

“Listen, bitch …”

“No you listen, you worthless piece of shit. It’s called a trauma streak. The whitening of hair when a traumatic event occurs causes melanin to no longer be released by the hair cells. He didn’t fucking choose to have a constant reminder of his trauma in the middle of his head, and he sure as shit doesn’t need someone like you to fucking point it out!!”

“Y/N …”

“No, Jay! You don’t deserve to be fucking bullied in public by some ignorant asshole who can’t keep his goddamn mouth shut!!”

The asshole is still standing there, looking like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “Baby, let’s go. We can head back to our apartment, we’ll come back to get the book another day”

You whip around, “Did you get the book?”

“Yes …”

“Good, then we’ll check out, and then leave. I’m not letting this asshole stop us from getting your damn book” Turning around again, you lock eyes with the asshole, “And you might want to think next time before you say something to a stranger. The only reason I haven’t dragged your face across this floor is because I actually like to come here, and don’t want to be banned, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Good, now we’re gonna leave, and if you ever talk to my boyfriend again I’ll kill you, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Good. Jason” You manage to flash an almost manic smile at him, “let’s check out, and leave”

“Alright, baby, let’s do that”

Once you’re finally back at the apartment, you wrap your arms around Jason. “I’m sorry he said those things”

“It’s no big deal, babe”

“It is a big deal! I love your white streak! And I know that you hate it! I know how self-conscious you are about it”

“I’ll get over it”

You give Jason a sad smile, “Go start your new book, I’ll make us lunch, alright?”

“Thanks, babe”

Jason’s out with Roy for the day. He’s been jumpy lately, ashamed of himself. He won’t let you touch him, or play with his hair, saying that he’s tainted form the Pit. So, you had called Roy, asked him to take Jason out for a while, and then called Dick.

Dick answers on the second ring, “What’s up, Y/N?”

“I need your help, can you be over here in 30 minutes with some hair bleach and white hair dye?”


“Thanks, Dickie!”

“No problem, kid”

Exactly 30 minutes later Dick shows up at your apartment with the supplies, “You’re the best!”

“I know” Dick always puffs up like a peacock whenever someone compliments him, “So, why white dye?”

“Some asshole was picking on Jason’s white streak the other day, and last night I caught Jason trying to dye it black. So, I decided that I would make my own white streak in order to make him feel better about his!”

“And I guess you need my help?”

“Yeah, I’d really rather not mess this up”

“Alrighty then” Dick cracks his knuckles, “Let’s get to work”

Jason gets back that night in a decidedly better mood than the one he left in. “Y/N?”

“In the kitchen!”

“Babe, you wouldn’t believe what Roy … Y/N, what happened to your hair?”

“I dyed it”

“I can see that, but why?”

You sigh, putting down the spatula, and gently taking Jason’s hand, “Because I love you, and I know how much you hate being different, so now you aren’t. Now the two us will both have these white streaks, we’ll match, you don’t need to be self-conscious anymore”

Jason is still for another few seconds, and then suddenly you’re in his arms, and he’s trying to squeeze you to death. “I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much”

“Love you too, Jaybird”

He leans down, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips, “You’re the best girlfriend in the entire multiverse, baby”

You smirk, “I know” Walking your fingers up his chest you look up at Jason from beneath your eyelashes, “What are you gonna give me for being such a good girl?”

Jason stands to his full height, looming over you, “Now, baby girl, I want you to turn off the stove, and go lay out on the bed. Naked. Daddy has a present for his special girl tonight”

You flush, eyes wide, and immediately scramble to do exactly as Jason says. Tonight, is gonna be fun.

Those who are Broken | Chapter Twelve

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

The water was ice cold. From the surface, it was calm looking—didn’t look like it would eat you alive like it was doing right now. You didn’t have time to hold your breath the second you fell in. You were swept under the current and that was it. It was dark, cold, and the only thing burning was your lungs as it begged for you to fill it with air. No matter how many times you tried to swim to the surface, you never made it. The current was too strong for you to fight.

Is this how you were going to die?


Damn. Fate is just cruel now.

At least you weren’t going to die like the rest of those who are Broken. You get to drown. That’s nice.

You thought you were going to drown.

You felt something grab a firm hold of your arm, pulling you out of the river. You gasped for air, couching up the water you had swallowed as you were dragged onto solid ground.

“What the hell are you doing in the river?” a deep, gruffly voice said, the grip on your arm releasing.

Oh, you know, going for a swim.

You said nothing as you were on all fours coughing and gasping for the greatest element to exist on earth. Over the sound of your coughs, you could hear the sound of footsteps quickly approaching before coming to a stop next to you. “Fuck, are you okay?” you heard Jimin ask, cupping your cheeks, bringing your head up to look at him. You could see the worry in his eyes as he moved your hair away from your face. “You’re fucking ice cold. Shit, we need to get you warm.” He helped you to your feet, catching you as you stumbled. “Do you have a cabin close by?” he asked, looking past you at the man behind. When there was no answer coming from the man, Jimin added, “She’ll get worse the longer we’re out here, and our place is too far. Please.”

The man sighed. “It’s half a mile east of here.”

“Okay.” Jimin turned attention back to you. “Let’s go.” You wanted to tell him you were fine. However, when you opened your mouth to let the words flow out, nothing but the sound of your teeth chattering left past your lips. “You’ll get hypothermia if you’re out here any longer,” he said in a firm tone before grabbing your arm, turning around, and lifted you on his back. You were going to protest, but you could feel the warmth radiate from his body, and it was welcoming.  

He was quick as he made his way towards the cabin. He maneuvered around the trees with ease, hopping over fallen branches, ducking under them, and never missing a beat in his pace. Not long after, as fatigue began to wash over you, he quickly walked up the steps to the cabin. He burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Jimin set you on the ground. Turning towards you, he told you, “Take off your clothes. I’ll be back with a blanket and I’ll start the fire.” You nodded, watching him leave when all you wanted was to be wrapped in his arms again where warmth was comforting. Slowly, and shakily, you began to strip until you were in nothing but your undergarments.

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How to care for your chimera

Fandom: Teen Wolf:
Pairing: TheoxLiam
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Liam patches Theo up after a fight while Theo suffers the aftereffects of his injuries.

“Stop looking so smugly, that was the most idiotic thing you ever did.” Liam scolded softly and pressed a wet washcloth against Theo’s cheek.
The older hissed softly but it didn’t stop him from keeping his smug grin. “Idiotic? I’d say it was pretty badass.”
“Sure, seeing you almost getting ripped apart by a Harpy was the most badass thing ever. 10/10 would recommend.” Liam replied dryly and continued to clean the scratches on Theo’s cheek. When they stopped bleeding so much, he took away the washcloth and dipped a cotton ball with cleaning and disinfection solution. Theo eyed it amusedly.

“You know I’ll heal in a few hours anyway?”
“You know Deaton said Harpy poison slows down the healing and you’re already healing slower thanks to you being a chimera?” Liam asked back and pressed the cotton ball against Theo’s injuries. The chimera hissed again, louder this time.
“That stings.”
“You will survive, big badass chimera.” Liam said without any pity. “Serves you right for being such an idiot.”
“I jumped in front of you!”
“You jumped in front of that thing!”
“Yeah, so save you!”
“Oh my, what would I do without you, my knight in shining armor?” Liam muttered sarcastically and rolled his blue eyes while dabbing the solution over the scratches on Theo’s face. Theo grimaced.

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17 year old female  Kansas baked chicken worker from australia again!

this will be collections of fuck customer’s, fuck co workers and wtf customers.

This one happened when i was first starting, i was on front counter like usual and that night we had run out of potato for the potato and gravy, so instead of the large potato and gravy that came with meals, we made sure our order taker told the customers they would get a plain gravy (same price in meals, but cheaper outside meals) and so our order taker is telling everyone this (and our drive through packers also have headsets and they can hear everything) and this one couple get their gravy in drive through then come storming in front when i was serving and start yelling at me and i didnt know what to do so i got my manger (Call her MC) to come help and the man (call him AC) just yells at MC that they are getting ripped off as its cheaper for a gravy than a potato and gravy, so MC tells them that its the same price in the meal. AC doesnt accept this, instead rants on about how they were never even told that there was no potato (remember 3+ people heard them be told and them agree to it) and so then the order taker ( call her K) comes and tells them this too and they just yell more. all the while i am standing there almost crying as thats just what happens to me when people yell and then AC starts ranting about how he wanted to see MC’s boss (she is the boss for that shift) and that he worked in management for 20 years and this is BS. eventually i went around the back and i didnt know how we got him to leave, but dude ffs, the difference is $1 go buy 1 potato around the corner and mash it your self as ours is just from a packet.

Next we have one recently were i was on front again serving and packing like a boss, and i had this new girl with me ( lets call her G), first of all the day before she came in and demanded a shift so she got the same shift as me (4-8) and our uniform policy is no ear rings, but what did she do, after being told she would have a shift the next day? goes and gets her ears pierced, and claims she cant take them out, then refuses to put bandaids over them as they are “ugly”. she also got mad when she was told to put a hair net on because i didn’t wear one (policy is that if your hair is longer than shoulders it needs to be in a bun and then a hair net, mine is barely passed my ears and i push it back under my hat) and as she is new and i have been there for over a year, my manager tells me to just train her on things and tell her jobs to do, and i always clean when there are no customers as there is never nothing to do, and she was just standing there playing with the large note safe we have, like wtf, so i ask her to go get a job from my manager (once again its MC) and she huffs then goes, later on (like 15 min) she is standin doing the same thing, so i tell her that i think MC might have a job for her as MC told me earlier, and that job was to clean the fridge glass, so i tell her how and she says its stupid (like???? maybe but its what you were told to do), then another girl who has been working there for 5 months comes on ( we shall call her J), she is serving too, so she gets told to count her till before she starts serving, she counts it, take 20 minutes to count her STARTING TILL (takes 2 minutes tops ass its hardly anything in it) and then she gives the wrong change 5 times, so she needs keys to open the till again, like take the 5 extra seconds to count change correctly, i get it we make mistakes, but in the year ive worked there ive done that only 3 times, not 5 times one shift, and she constantly needs help for the simplest orders, and then the fuck costumer comes in, this guy comes in and asks to swap the crunchy salad (it comes free with a certian meal so we cant swap it) to a large side, and the rule is, if you cant do a swap on the register, we cant swap it. no ifs or buts, and J tells this guy and he starts yelling that they have done it before, so she calls me over and i handle it, i tell him the rule, he just yells (while spitting on me and speaking like jfc) “BUT ITS BEEN DONE AT THIS STORE BEFORE” well sorry buddy but im not the person who did that, im not risking my job for ur salad u can just throw away or refuse to take like damn. now end of shift, im cleaning up until my shift ends, like i always do, G is just standing, leaning on the bench talking to her family, we are not allowed to lean on the bench, so i tell her this, she scoffs, i also tell her to go get a job from MC, she says “but i finish in 5 minuets” it does not fucking matter, we work till end of shift. and i walk around the corner then come back AND SHE IS FUCKING LEANING ON THE DONATION BOX, LIKE WHAT DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT NOT LEANING, and like i wasnt going to ask nicely this time, i just simply said “hey, no leaning” and she scoffs again, like dude, chill, follow the rules. 8 pm rolls around, i go to my manger and ask if i can finish (this is protocol) and i see G about to clock out, so i ask her “did you ask MC if you could finish” (MC was right next to me btw) and she just rudely says “i finish at 8 so no” and ii say “youre meant to ask the manager if you can clock off” MC backs me up and says its because she might have more jobs but sends her home any way. but i wish she gave her a job just to spite her. but before end of shift, it was slow, so MC tells me to take my till off and count it, now it was full, like coins to the top, it took me 4 minuets, so i was sitting down for all of 4 min, and G gets upset that i was being lazy, LIKE THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I SAT DOWN ALL SHIFT I DIDNT EVEN STAND AROUND DOING NOTHING AT ALL.

now the wtf customer

The night before that it was 5 min till i go home, and this man walks in, and asks me “you dont know anyone who wants to buy a caravan do you” i say no hoping he would just order, but instead talks about it for 5 minuets, then orders, and goes to pay by waving his hand at the eftpos machine, then saying paywave doesnt work, so he does the same thing with his card, then finally does it correctly, and i pack his food so fast just to get him outta there, and he asks to see my manager, i think “oh shit what did i do wrong” BUT HE JUST ASKS HER ABOUT IF SHE KNOWS ANYONE WANTING TO BUY A CARAVAN LIKE DUDE THIS IS A CHICKEN SHOP GO HOME!

sorry this was so long but i had a lot to get off my chest

anonymous asked:

The reader is one of Dany's guards, dany has been flirting with the reader but the reader is oblivious and has been taking it as her being nice. Maybe one day dany asks her to help guard her from inside of her chambers (?)

“You called for me, My Queen?”

“Y/N,” Daenerys rose from her bed, two glasses of wine in hand, and offered you one, “have a drink and sit with me.”

“My apologies, Your Grace, but I don’t allow myself to drink when I’m on duty.”

“You aren’t on duty and your Queen commands you to sit down and have a drink.”

The platinum haired woman arched an eyebrow and you immediately took a chalice.  Satisfied, she went to the two chairs and table near her balcony doors, expecting you to follow her.  You did exactly as she knew you would.

“I thought you wanted me to stand guard at your door tonight, Your Grace,” you inquired cautiously and took a sip of your wine.  The fermented beverage tasted sweet and cool on your tongue.

“A reasonable assumption, but not quite correct.  Do you have any other guesses?”

“I don’t, Your Grace.”

“You haven’t…the slightest idea?” she cocked her head to the side, then rose slowly out of her chair.  You gripped your chalice tighter as she stepped closer to you.  You shifted slightly in your chair and your chainmail clinked lightly.  The queen noticed, but didn’t stop until her knees touched lightly against yours.  

“Don’t be nervous, Y/N.  You have no need for that.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” you replied, willing yourself not to stammer.  Your pulse was beginning to pound in your ears.

“I’m going to give you a hint.” 

You took another, much longer drink of your wine just before your queen reached up and released her long hair from its elaborate bun.  It fell below her shoulders and cascaded down her back and chest.  As it framed her face, you found her features slightly softened, but still absolutely ravishing.  

Daenerys leaned down until she could grip the arms of your chair on either side of you.  You pressed against the back of the seat as her face came mere inches from yours.

“M-my Queen…?”

Your heart was racing.  Hot blood flooded your cheeks and you wondered if she could feel the heat that was surely radiating off of you.


The reply came out almost like a hum.  She shifted her weight to one arm and used the other to reach up and begin undoing the strap of your chest plate.  

“Is this really appropriate, Your Grace?” you gasped quietly.  You reached up to grab her hand, but stopped short.  She was, after all, Daenerys Targaryen.

“As long as you aren’t opposed, it’s completely appropriate.  I’m the queen, aren’t I?”  Her fingers finished the strap on your right shoulder and she switched to the left.  She turned her gaze from the armor to your features and a hungry smile flashed across her lips.  “Do you wish for me to stop?”

“I…I don’t, Your Grace.”

The smile grew wider.

Just Forget the World

Summary: A story of firsts and a last

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: Fluff, more fluff, angst?, a character death sorry

A/N: as per the request of @imhereforbvcky it’s a Sam fic and my first one so i mean you should always be nice but be nice


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anonymous asked:

Reaction to one of the members falling in love with you but he has to go to military soon, something like would they confess or get over it?

yaah….this made my heart melt a little. thanks for requesting this. i think i’ll cry five times. i’ve tried my best to keep my facts accurate. be free to correct me if i’m wrong.


He took you to that carnival with the sole purpose of telling you the truth. You were oblivious to his inner turmoil as he watched you gleefully win another stuffed bear and gloat over it. His heart told him to confess, to finally tell you what he’d been worrying over for weeks now. His mind told him that it wasn’t fair, especially when it was this late. Jin was leaving for the military the next day. He wouldn’t see you again for two years. 

It was all he could think about as he drove you back, even as you chattered, unaware. It was all you could think about as he walked you to your door, even as you fell quiet. There was something hesitant between the two of you, but you dismissed it as your blues over having to let Jin go.

Jin, hands deep in his pockets, heaved a sigh and wistfully smiled at you. “So this is goodbye, then.” 

You frown and tuck the stuffed bear under your elbow. “What do you mean? I’ll be seeing you off tomorrow, won’t I?”

For a moment, he is silent. He’s remembering your laughter and care-freeness from before and wondering whether telling you that he was hopelessly in love with you just before he left to serve would cost you that happiness.

It was considered ridiculous to believe in fate, but Jin did not care what others thought of him. In that moment, he believed that if it was fated that he should end up with you, two years won’t matter. In a split second, he has decided. He would not tell you. Not now, just before he left.

“I’ll be leaving early, too early.” Jin smiled and ruffled your hair pulling you into a hug. “Be safe… and don’t forget me. I’ll be back before you know it.”  As he took in your features once more, he decided to be selfish just this once, and kissed your forehead. 

You would remember the feel of his lips on your forehead, even after he’d left, even as you tried dating others and consecutively broke up with them, even as you waited at the station the day he came back, and welcomed him home, only this time, with a kiss on his lips.

Originally posted by jjilljj


Slightly confused, you watch as Yoongi said his goodbyes to his friends. You couldn’t help but not notice how skittish he had been acting around you lately. It seemed like he would take any chance to keep distance between you and him. And this was not how you wanted to remember the last few moments the two of you could spend together before he left.

A breath hitched in your throat. Maybe I should leave. An apparently angry Suga was not what you wanted to remember for the two years he would be away. 

You stepped forward to where Yoongi stood, deep in conversation. You curled a hand around his elbow, not sure whether you should get his attention or not. “Yoongi, I’m leaving.“ It’s of no use. Your goodbye is lost in the general din of the train station. You purse your lips and step back, pushing through the crowd towards the entrance. 

“______.“ A hand grabbed at your arm. “______. Stop.“ Yoongi’s hand slid down to yours and tugged you over to face him. “Where are you going?“

You shake your head. “Home? I don’t know, somewhere not here, I guess.“

“Don’t go.” Yoongi sighed and raised his hands to your face. “I’ve been an ass.“

Hearing him admit it unlocked something inside it. “Yeah, you have. If you didn’t want me here, you should have told me. You know what? I’ve– ” Yoongi sighs, and with a contrite look, pulls you into a hug, effectively cutting off your tirade. 

“I’m sorry. I just–“ His heart thudded as he realised what he was going to do, even though he’d promised himself he wouldn’t unload all this on you. “I was trying to forget you. To convince myself I could spend two years without you. I guess I tried too hard. Forgive me?“

You pause for a moment as his words wash over you. Then you hug him tighter, hoping to hide your flushed face from him. “Yes.” Then you kick his shin. “But you’re still an idiot.”

Originally posted by syubangel


“Yah, _____- I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared.“ You hugged him a little tighter, his uniform new and unfamiliar against your skin. “What you’re doing is a brave thing, Hobi.“

He breathed out, his shoulders sagging under your arms. “You always know what to say. I wish I could pack you in a suitcase and take you there.”

You smile. The two of you are an island in a sea of goodbyes and flurry.  “I’m sure the military doesn’t allow that, but Hobi- I’ll always be here, waiting for the day you come back. Even if it means two whole years.“

For a moment, he’s silent. When he speaks again, his voice is thick with emotion. “Do you really mean that?” He steps back, still holding you, and searches your face. “Are you gonna wait out two years for me?” He blushes at his own words and shook his head, letting his hands drop from your shoulders. “I’m sorry, you mustn’t have meant it that way– just wishful thinking on my part.”

You frown as you watch him fiddle with his bags, realization slowly washing over you. 

You clumsily reach out for him, holding his face still between your hands. Your thumbs slowly trace the corners of his lips. “Who says the wishful thinking is just on your part?“

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Namjoon won’t tell you.

The day before he leaves, he’s up all night, one hand on his phone, debating for and against calling you and confessing what he himself had realised only a few weeks ago.

It had happened out of the blue, really. Some part of him had always known he was falling in love with you ever since he’d met you, but reality had come crashing in when he laid eyes on you after his military service was confirmed. He was hopelessly in love with you.

He prodded at his phone, making it display the picture he had been staring at for the past few hours. It’s you and him on your birthday, you happily exclaiming as he surprised you with chocolate cake, your favourite kind. 

His gaze lingers on your face, captured in time, eyes crinkled into happy crescents. Do I want to change that? Is confessing my love worth the loneliness she’ll have to go through after I leave?

No. He can’t do that to you. Namjoon laid his phone down and turned over, promising to yourself that if there was any chance of him asking you out, it had to be after he came back, after he could make sure that he could always be there for you. 

Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs


You smile as Jimin joins you on the roof, muttering about crying aunts and drunk uncles. 

“If I didn’t know any better, you look like you’re having a great time.“

“So says the man avoiding his own sending-away party.“

Jimin laughed at your quick retort and joined you in leaning against the railings. “I’m gonna miss you, ______. In fact, you should join the military. You could be a one-man army.”

“As long as you’re there, Jimin, I don’t think the military needs anyone else. Maybe I’ll join after you serve.“

Jimin looks up at you in horror. “Please tell me you’re not serious. Please tell me I won’t have to wait longer than two years. I want to get married before I turn forty!”

You laugh, the words not hitting you yet. “Why would-” Then you turn red as you grasp the meaning of his words. 

Jimin groans as he drops his head into his hands in embarrassment. “I wasn’t supposed to say that. I was going to tell you after I came back.”

You consciously tug on a lock of your hair. “Tell me what?”

Jimin peered at you through his fingers. “Seriously?” He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, then turned and took your hands in his. “______. I’ve fallen madly in love with you. I planned not to tell you, but apparently I can’t keep my mouth shut.” 

You blink at him. Then you hit him upside the head. “And you tell me now! Jimin!”

Originally posted by bwipsul


“The cab’s here! Tae, it’s time to start moving if you want to catch the train on time!”

You prepare to follow the many well-wishers out into the lawn, but a hand grabs your elbow and pulls you into a quiet corridor, away from all the noise and hubbub concerning his departure.

Tae?“ You bite your lip when you recognize your abductor. Your heart pounds as you realise this would be the closest you would ever be to him in two years. “What’s wrong?“

Tae doesn’t respond, but just looks at the wall behind you, tongue caught between his lips. His hands tremble on your shoulders. You feel like shaking yourself.

You wonder if he was nervous, if he was scared. He’d put on an easy face since he announced he was joining the military a few months ago, but you often wondered if behind the joviality lay some disquiet.

Heart still pounding, you move your hand to his bony wrist. “Tae, do you want to tell me something?”

His eyes flicked back to yours, dark and restless. “No.” He moved his hands to cup your face, and kissed you.

The kiss held promise: promise that he would think of you everyday, promise that he would call every week and finally, promise that he would come back safe. It was everything he had to say said in a simple kiss and gentle hands. And by kissing him back, you took him up on his promises and promised something yourself: that you would wait.

Originally posted by chimtae


When you open the door, you try to hide how glad you are with your surprise.

You rest your temple against the door, and smile at Jungkook. “What, no flowers?”

He pushed his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders. “Seriously? I’m leaving tomorrow and that’s all you can think about?”

You stepped out into the cool night air, the cement the steps leading up to the apartment rough against your bare feet.“Flowers are all that can distract me from my immense grief. Besides, I thought you were cheesy that way.”

Jungkook sighed and sat down on the tiny steps, beckoning you to join him. “I’m cheesy anyway, but-” He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes as you sit down. “But I couldn’t think of anything else tonight. I needed to see you.” 

“See me?” You look down at your fingers, and worry at a hangnail. A bad habit you’ve grown over the years. Jungkook clicks his tongue and reaches out to place his hands over yours. 

“Yah, _____. Haven’t I told you not to-“ He’s too close. All of a sudden, you are plagued with the sadness, as if his proximity reminded you how far away he would be this time tomorrow night. And like he could read your thoughts, he stopped fussing over your hands and looked up, your noses only inches away from each other’s.

On cue, he blushes. “What’s wrong? You’re all red.“ 

In any other situation, you would have retorted with a comment about how red he was, but not tonight. “I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.“ It’s out of your mouth before you know it, but it’s the truth, a truth you know is hopeless. Jungkook looks at you wide-eyed. You wonder if you’ve managed to freak him out and look away, cursing your inability to keep your mouth shut.”I’m being ridiculous.” You brushed your clothes off and prepared to stand up. “You have to leave tomorrow. What you’re doing is brave and honorable.”

Jungkook’s hands tightened over yours, stopping you from making a move. Once again, faces close together, he blushed. “I’m not very brave if I took this long to tell you I love you.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

yeesh…not my best work. but it’s too late, and i’m drained. sorry guys. 

anonymous asked:

Can I request how the slbp lords (plus hotaru, kotaro, nobuyuki, and shigezane, if you can manage it) react to an mc that has depression? I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, my depression has gotten really bad lately and I need something to cheer me up.

Anon, I am so sorry for taking so long to answer your request. I have friends who suffer from depression, so I’ve heard a lot about how devastating it can be. I sincerely hope that you’re feeling better by now, but in case you are not, here you go <3 Sending you love and good vibes on behalf of the lords!

…that said… I am not really all that familiar with depression… so I sincerely apologise in advance if any of these are unhelpful/offensive :( please let me know if they are, and i’ll remove them!

How the lords deal with a depressed partner

  • Honestly, Nobunaga is kind of shit at such things. He’s totally the type to tell you to get over it, but when he sees what a tough time you’re having, he feels really bad about how he’s been treating you. He tries to spend more time with you (if you’re willing) and comes up with ways to show you how much he cares about you and how important you are to him.
  • Mitsuhide is familiar with mental illnesses. He understands that everyone is different, so he asks you exactly what you would like him to do for you. Give you some space? Cuddle? Take you out somewhere? He’ll do anything to make you feel better.
  • Yukimura is confused as hell. Why are you feeling so blank? He really wants to help you. He does his level best to make you smile again! Maybe kittens will help you feel better?
  • Saizo wants to give you space. He smooths a hand over your hair, kisses your forehead, and tells you that you know where to find him if you want him. He’s willing to give you whatever you need to feel like yourself again.
  • Masamune understands completely. He has dealt with it before, and he doesn’t want you to have to go through it any longer than you have to. He gently holds you and suggests things that might help you come back to yourself, but no pressure at any point in time. He understands that it’s hard.
  • Kojuro wants you to know that he’s here for you, always, whenever you need him. He will make sure that you eat and shower, and he’ll take care of you if you don’t feel up to doing it yourself. He knows you will make it through. He showers you with affection whenever you’re willing to accept it.
  • Hideyoshi hopes that getting out and about will help you feel better and take your mind off things. He takes you out to town for shopping, flower and vegetable picking in the forest, picnics on clifftops and long walks beside the river. He just wants to spend time with you and wants you to know that he loves you, even when you don’t love yourself.
  • Inuchiyo loves you so much, and he really hates that you’re going through a tough time. He wants to support you, but he doesn’t know how. He just kind of awkwardly hangs around you until you tell him what to do.
  • Ieyasu knows that mental health can be a fragile, fragile thing. He spends a lot of time with you, holding your hand and just being quiet. He’s patient and supportive until you’re back on your feet - and then he’s going to demand a pile of strawberry daifuku in recompense.
  • Mitsunari is all too familiar with how pervasive and difficult mental health issues can be. He’s terrified that you’ll end up like his mother, cut off from the world, and he’s determined not to let that happen to you. There’s a lot more physical affection from him than usual, both to comfort you and himself.
  • Kenshin has been depressed before. He knows how tough he is, but he tells you that he’s there for you every step of the way, and he’s always ready to support you in any way he possibly can. It’s okay to lean on him.
  • Shingen wants to wipe away all your troubles, but in this situation, he can’t do that for you, so you’re going to have to be strong for yourself. But he’s going to stick with you. You’re going to be back to your real self eventually, because you are more than your illness.
  • Nobuyuki is very understanding about the situation. He gently encourages you to stick with your daily activities and leave your room regularly, and he tries to make things as easy on you as possible. He doesn’t want you to be caught in a spiral of dark thoughts, so he wants to be able to keep an eye on you and intervene if that’s happening.
  • Shigezane is crazy worried about you. He doesn’t want you to collapse like Masamune did. He makes sure that you eat and sleep as regularly as possible, and asks what he can do to help you.
  • Hotaru becomes incredibly sticky with you. He doesn’t want to leave you while you’re not feeling well. He just really wants you to feel better, and he’s going to take care of you until you’re okay. He doesn’t want you to feel like you’re fighting it on your own, because he’s there with you and he’s always on your side.