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Invisible // Teen Wolf Pack x Reader

Apparently Invisible got deleted so; Enjoy this was my first one shot on here:


“I think she’s Supernatural,” Lydia stated, pointing at the popular (h/c) haired girl. The said girl looked over and smiled at the group.

Stiles smiled, saying to the pack,“ There’s no way she could be supernatural. I mean she’s the popular who loves fricken kittens of all things.”

“So? You can likes things and be Supernatural. I like cats,” Lydia purses her lips,“ After school she always goes missing. Never hangs out with friends, never calls or texts anyone. She’s invisible.”

“Well maybe she’s just keeping to herself?” Scott suggested, keeping an eye on (Y/n).

“ Maybe Scott’s right. She could just be there all the time after school,” Allison agreed with her boyfriend.

“Well,” Isaac smirked,“ There was this one time on the weekend a while ago. I saw her and she was acting suspicious so you know, I followed her.”

“You followed a high school girl without her permission like a creep?” Stiles laughed,“ Great if she isn’t supernatural she’ll probably call the cops.”

“Let me finished,” Isaac glared at the sarcastic teen,“ Anyway she knew I was following her so she turned. When I turned she was gone but her scent was still there. It was like she was next to me but she wasn’t.”

“ I don’t know about you guys but I’m following her after school,” Lydia stated,“ Who’s coming with me?”

(Y/n) stretched her arms out,’ Finally schools over.’ She started walking out of the school, unaware that Isaac Lahey was following her, the others setting up traps.

She looked back, making eye contact with the tall teen,’ Great, he’s following me again,’ she started walking back into the school, him following her. She turned a corner, turning invisible.

He turned the corner, sniffing the air,“ (Y/n) I know you’re here.” She stayed silent. “What are you exactly?” he asked,“ I can keep a secret.“  Her scent faded away.

The next day at lunch a furious (Y/n) came to their table. "Isaac Lahey you stalker,” she hissed. “Woah what did I do,” he asked ‘innocently’, smirking at her.

“You know what you did,” she glared at him. “Well,” Stiles looked at her with a bitch face,“ What did he do?”

“He keeps following me after school and on weekends. It’s creepy and it’s scaring me,” she stated,“ If he keeps doing it I will report him.”

“Welllllllll,” Scott looked around her, not making eye contact,“ He really likes you and wants to take you on a date.”

“Yeah,” Lydia joined in,“ He really thinks-” “ I have a boyfriend,” (Y/n) cut her off,“ Also I’m not interested in people like him.” “People like him?”

“You know,” she pursed her lips,“ Stalker, creepy, he smells like a dog. Oh also I thought he was dating Stiles.”

“You thought I was gay?” He asked in disbelief,“ I would never date Stiles I have standards!” “Yeah thanks,” Stiles glared,“ Anyway lunch is over.”

The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes and stood up,“ See you last period Allison.”

Allison nodded and waved to the girl. “Idea,” Scott’s eyes lit up,“ Allison you’re gonna take her folder off her desk or out of her backpack. Leave it on her desk when she leaves and she’ll come back for it. We’ll set up a trap on top of the door. Like put a bucket of paint, which will reveal her if she’s invisible. So Isaac you have to follow her again.”

‘When will Isaac Lahey stop following me?’ (Y/n) thought to herself, turning the corner and turning invisible.

Isaac stood still. “I know you’re here (Y/n),” he stated.

She stood still, opening her backpack. She could wait for him to leave. As she looked in, her folder was missing, she panicked,’ No I could’ve left it in last period. Right?’

She quietly closed her backpack, walking towards the window of the classroom, which was thankfully open.

She hoisted herself up, looking at her desk. “Thank God it’s here,” she whispered, opening it up. 'All pages are here,’ she opened the classroom door, red sticky paint falling on top of her. It revealed herself.

The pack came out. “(Y/n). What are you,” Stiles asked, handing her a towel to get the paint out of her eyes.

She stayed still for a second before angrily grabbing the towel, wiping her face. She looked at her once white folder, now painted a blood red. All the papers in it were soaked with the paint.

“Go away,” she muttered, glaring at them. “We just wanted to know what you were,” Scott tried to explain.

“You could’ve asked Derek Hale,” she glared,“ Hell you could’ve asked Peter Hale. Do you stupid werewolves think before you do something?”

“It was an accident,” Lydia explained. “An accident which you planned for? Something that you set up. Because it was 'accidently’ my folder. You all were 'accidently’ in the perfect hiding spots. You 'accidently’ took the story I worked on for almost a year now. Every. Single. Day. Because this is what you 'accidently’ do to everything you’re suspicious of. Right,” she cried out, tears streaming down her red face.

The paint was probably in the stage where it was half dry and half wet. “(Y/n) we-” “Save it,” (Y/n) stated coldly.

Marriage. *Shawn Mendes*

*Y/N’s pov*


“Tell me, why are we here again?” I yawn and play with Shawn’s fingers and the ring around his little finger.


“Because of your brother getting married,” he chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.


“Mmh, it’s just that I am so bored, Shawn…”


“Me too, if your brother and his soon-to-be-wife keep on talking like this I’ll be asleep within a second,” he whispers back and points to my smiling brother and sister-in-law. They’re proudly saying their vows, honesty radiating off of them with each word that leaves their lips. There’s a glint of love in their eyes and I can’t help but smile at myself. My brother used to say he didn’t want to get married and look at him now. He’s totally smitten, standing in front of the altar whilst looking at the love of his life.


“Promise me, Shawn, when we get married, we’ll keep the vows short and simple so people stay awake.”


“I promise, Y/N,” he kisses my cheek and takes his ring off of his little finger. “For you. From now on it’s a promise ring. I promise not to bore our guests at our wedding and I promise I will propose to you someday. Maybe sooner than you’ll expect,” he whispers and a small smirk appears on his face.


“Thank you,” I blush and smile down at the ring he’s just given me.


“So, you definitely want to get married someday?”


“Yes, do you?”


“If you say ‘yes’…” Shawn chuckles and looks down at our intertwined hands.


“Of course I will say yes. I love you.”


“I love you too.“


“What kind of wedding do you want?” he asks curiously and smiles politely when my aunt tells us to shut up and listen to my brother instead.


“A small wedding, with only our families and closest friends. That way I don’t have to slow dance with you in front of hundreds of people,” I joke. He snorts at me and turns red when my aunt and parents send us a disapproving look. I giggle softly and nudge his side.


“If that’s the only reason you want to keep it small, you can put your feet on mine and I’ll shuffle us around. I want a big wedding so I can show you off and brag to everyone about my gorgeous bride,” he whispers real quick, scared to get caught talking once again. I smile softly and look up at him. “You’re too cute,” I mumble and shake my head at him.


“And you love it,” he winks and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Keep it down, you two,” mum hisses but turns around right after so she doesn’t miss a word of what my brother is saying. Shawn shifts uncomfortably and sends me a panicked face. I reassuringly kiss his cheek before replying.


“I do indeed love it,” I confess barely above a whisper and rest my head on his chest. He nods knowingly and pecks my nose to which I sigh softly. “Oh, get married already!” my aunt says whilst rolling her eyes at us. I feel my cheeks heat up and suppress the smile when I see Shawn’s cheeks tinged in pink. “On it,” Shawn whispers in my ear and I feel the butterflies swarming around in my stomach. 

An Odd Sort of Meet-Cute - An Olicity AU ficlet

Author’s Note: This little thing came about thanks to this thread on twitter. And then some dialogue sprang to mind and I couldn’t NOT write this. I wish it were a little longer - maybe I’ll lengthen it or expand on it… who knows. But this was a fun little thing to write. Anyways… Enjoy.



“Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men’s pajama department. The man says to the salesman, ‘I just need bottoms,’ and the woman says, ‘I just need a top.’ They look at each other and that’s the ‘meet cute.'” - The Holiday

She just wanted a large coat. Something sensible. Something with lots of pockets that would be comfy for any possible scenario. And warm. God, she needed something warm. The coats she had bought recently weren’t shielding her from the Starling City winter chill in the least and it was time for a change. She knew she should shop somewhere more high-end, somewhere with fancy sections dedicated to one overpriced length of fabric that some might call a dress and condescending saleswomen with pinched faces and raised brows. But she couldn’t afford that. Not yet, she reminded herself.

So Felicity opened the door to a three level H&M and welcomed the ridiculous music and strange pattern combinations with a roll of her eyes. She went straight for the outerwear in the women’s section and turned away almost instantly. Brightly colored versions of all the same damn coats she already owned. Slim. Belted at the waist. Thin fabric. She could just hear her mother’s voice in her head.

“Oh, but you can layer things. You have such a lovely figure, Felicity. Don’t hide it!”

Felicity shook her head. “Not today,” she murmured as she went up the escalator to the second floor and was greeted by the men’s section. Muted tones. Lots of plaid. She perused the selection of jackets and coats, her impatience growing. She feared she’d never find the right cut, fabric or color. She feared she’d be stuck in her unsatisfying options all winter.

And then she saw it.

The perfect navy blue.

The perfect wide cut.

The perfect amount of pockets.

It was on a rather tall mannequin - taller than all of the others. And, from where she was standing and even at the odd angle, muscled as all hell. She walked over and eyed the collar as she reached up to feel the fabric. Perfect! she thought as she traced the line of the stitching down to a lovely polished button and…

The mannequin moved.

Just a shift in the shoulders and tap of the foot. But the mannequin moved.

She screamed, suddenly having flashbacks to that weird movie from the eighties her mother loved so much. Am I in the gender-bent version of that?

“Can I help you?” the mannequin asked, voice low and seductive, but etched with amusement.

She looked up into mesmerizing blue eyes. “Uh. No.” The words were there, begging to spill free - begging to overflow and scare the sexy mannequin away. And despite her proficiency in fighting the word vomit, the mannequin’s eyes were too much for her. The curve of his lips as he fought back a grin was enough to make her knees go weak. And the mole at the corner of his mouth looked delicious. “I am so sorry. You’re not a mannequin. You’re a man.” Then she let out a little huff of laughter. “Huh. Man-equin. Is that how they came up with that word?”

Her hand was still at his collar, fingers caressing the fabric. She let it fall and stepped away, cheeks flushing with hot embarrassment. She glanced away from the mannequin - the man - to find two people watching them, close and grinning. A large, Hulk of a man with biceps larger than her head. A young woman who bore striking facial similarities to the man she had just coat-fondled.

Felicity lifted her hand and waved awkwardly. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said as she stepped out of their little triangle of silence.

She ran down the escalator and pretended to merge with the racks of sequined dresses as her eyes scanned the store, in search for the mysterious man. When he didn’t appear, she rested her head on her hand where it held onto the rack and closed her eyes. “Relax, Smoak. This isn’t the weirdest thing you’ve ever done.”

“It isn’t?”

That voice again. Sultry and amused.

She looked up to find the man watching her, one brow raised in distinct interest. His companions were slightly behind him, watching. Felicity imagined that they had popcorn.

“Unfortunately, it isn’t.”

The man let out a little chuckle and stepped closer. “I’d like to hear about these other, weirder things.”

Her eyes widened. “You would?”

He nodded. “And perhaps we can discuss some sort of joint custody of my coat.”

She blushed once more. “Oh, no! I couldn’t. That’s not what I was doing. I mean, well, I was, but that was before I realized you were a man and the coat wasn’t for sale.”

The man shrugged. “We can negotiate.” Then he stuck out his hand. “I’m Oliver. Oliver Queen.”

With slight hesitation, she took his hand and shook. “Felicity Smoak.”

“How does coffee sound, Felicity?”

She raised a brow as their hands disconnected. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she studied his face. “Do you mean coffee like real coffee or coffee like Luke Cage offers coffee?”

The man behind Oliver let out a hearty laugh and covered his face. As he shook his head, she heard him speak between bursts of laughter. “This is the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

The young woman smiled and patted Oliver’s shoulder. “I think you’ve finally found someone as dorky and weird as you are. Well done, Ollie.”

Oliver glared at the young woman and then turned to face Felicity. “Real coffee,” he said with a wink as he began walking away, his coat so inviting and his presence the source of puzzlement. But she followed him anyway.


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*me who has tons of stuff to do for university*

Ok, it’s official now. I’m gonna write a damn Lance/Lotor fic. I have a plan, I have a plot twist. This gonna be some good shit I hope

A Little Too Much. *Shawn Mendes*

*Y/N’s pov*

His brown hair is pointed in different directions. His eyes are still getting used to the daylight and he’s only wearing boxers as he trudges inside the kitchen. “Good morning, babe.” “Morning… do you want some tea?” Shawn nods confirming as he tiredly rubs his eyes. He drags his feet over to me and wraps his arms around me from behind when I’m filling his cup. “Shawn, watch out! This tea is hot!” I yell and push him away. “Hey, calm down, I didn’t mean to scare you… Baby, are you okay?” I feel tears involuntarily rolling down my cheeks but tell him that I’m fine. “I’m doing just fine.”

He frowns deeply before turning me around. He cups my face and pulls me into his chest. He presses a soft kiss right below my earlobe and I regret everything I said. “I can tell you need a hug,” he whispers and kisses my hair. His strong arms hold me tightly and the warmth of his body comforts me in a weird way.

I sigh deeply and run a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry for yelling at you like that, Shawn, I know it’s wrong… I-I’m just a bit… I don’t know…” I quickly dry my tears and let out a deep breath when he gently sways me from the left to right. “Shh, it’s alright,” he coos. “No, it’s not, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that and-” “Look, I know that college has been stressing you, but I promise it’ll work out well.” “You think so?” “Of course! It’s new, it’s weird, it’s scary, but once you get the hang of it, it’ll be peanuts.” I chuckle at how positive he’s being and rest my head on his shoulder. He tightens his grip around my body and buries his nose in my neck. “Come back to bed, princess,” he mumbles and sleepily presses his cheek against my hair. “I can’t. There’s still so many things that need to be done…” “Like?” “ I need to write an essay and I have to read a book and I also have to do-” He presses his index finger against my lips and lifts up my chin. “Slow down there, love. It’s all about taking baby steps.” “Huh?” “You can’t do all of that at once, you have to plan out everything.” “I did but it’s still way too much…” “How, though? You’ve been working like crazy for the past two days.” “Yeah, but I need more time to finish everything.” He sighs softly and takes his cup of tea and sips of it. “What time did you get up?” “What?” “When did you get up?” “Uh, around six-” “Six?!” I nod confirming and look down. “Have you been studying all this time?” “No?” Shawn raises his eyebrows and looks at me, concern written on his face. “Hey, look at me… I want you to be honest with me, baby,“ he whispers. I sigh deeply but nod anyways. “Yes?” “You need a break!” “No, not now, like I said: I still have a lot of homework-” “No matter how much work there’s left, you need a break,” he states. “But-” “No buts, come on, you.” “Uh, where are we going?” “Upstairs.” “Shawn!” “I once read that taking a break improves the memory. So that’s what you’re going to do.” I shake my head no but Shawn reacts quickly and lifts me up. “I don’t want to hear ‘no’, Y/N,” he mutters and carries me upstairs, to our bedroom.

He carefully drops me on our bed and pecks my lips. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and sit up. “Shawn-” “Shh,” he whispers and gently pushes me back down on the soft mattress. He hovers above me and captures my lips with his. “You’re tensed,” he mumbles and runs his hands up and down my sides. “I can’t help it, I wish I was relaxed but-” “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll help you.” His brown eyes are fixated on my lips. He flutters his eyes close and attaches my lips with his. He then bites my lip and pulls on it while his warm hands lift the hem of my shirt. I let out a soft sigh and wrap my arms around his neck. Shawn pulls away from the kiss and lifts the shirt over my head. He places kisses on my neck and collarbone and they’re so soft that it tickles a little. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” I close my eyes and run my hands up and down his bare back. “But you’re also so, so stressed and to be honest-” He places a sweet and passionate kiss on my lips and looks me in the eye. His nose touches mine and when he opens his mouth to speak, I can feel his hot breath fan my face. It smells like the tea I made a few minutes ago. “-I don’t like it, Y/N. I don’t like it that you’re stressed. It makes you sad and angry and tensed and that’s like, the complete opposite of you. I like it when you don’t give a damn about what others think, I like the fact that you’re always happy and relaxed. I really don’t like the sad and stressed you…” “I know…” I whisper and pull him closer to me. “Sometimes, I’m just feeling a bit down… Sometimes it gets a little too much and then all I want to do is cry.” His eyes are filled with sadness as these words leave my lips but he quickly blinks and sends me warm, reassuring smile. “I can be the shoulder you cry on. I can be the person you hold onto when it gets too much. I can be the one to whisper sweet nothing into your ear to make you laugh. I can be your fix if you want me to,” he whispers. “I’d like that,” “You’re making me really happy by saying that. And babe, if I’m not around for some reason because I’m on tour or whatever, take a break. They help you forget about everything until you’re completely relaxed and feeling happier.” I smile softly and kiss his lips. “See, there’s the smile! I knew taking a break would work!” he grins proudly and leans in again.

Ahh! The feels! I hope you like this one as much I do. X

Heart breaks (R)

Originally posted by remanence-of-love

Hey guys, just gonna cut right to the chase:

Here is that thing I was talking about doing for the fucking longest. These are one shots about different relationships with, you guessed it- all twelve zodiac signs. And the theme is, yup, sad break up songs/ballads. If you go on my actual page, just look up the tag #music are me for all of them.

I’ll be updating this, (yes, I will update this list at least every week)

1.) Gemini x Cancer

2.) Scorpio x Libra

3.) Pisces x Pisces [1] [2]

4.) Aries x Cancer

5.) Capricorn x Aries

6.) Sagittarius x Leo

7.) Aries x Pisces

8.) Virgo x Aries

9.) Aries x Libra

10.) Cancer x Capricorn

11.) Aquarius x Scorpio

(Last updated: 02/15/17)

Friend-zoned. Part 2. *Ashton Irwin*

*Y/N’s pov*

“Ashton can’t keep his eyes off you.” Luke smirks and twirls me around, taking away my breath whilst doing so. “W-what do you mean?” “Oh, Y/N, you’re blind, that guy is deeply in love with you. When I interrupted your conversation earlier on, he literally shot daggers my way.” “I-I-uh-“ A small giggle leaves his lips as Luke notices my flushed face. “Aww, you’re so cute…" “Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Ashton is coming this way… He’s nervous as hell… I think he’s going to ask you for the next dance.” “I-what-but-“ “No buts.” Luke giggles and puts a strand of stray hair behind my ear. “I’ve never seen you hang out with a guy ever since I met you, I don’t know why but I know that Ashton is a really good lad and that he loves you with all his heart.” I smile softly and nod in agreement. “See?  It won’t hurt to give him a chance. You’re like my younger sister, Y/N, and Ashton is one of my best friends, I want what’s best for you and I really believe that he is.” “He’s really sweet indeed…” “Ah see, oh, I’m such an amazing matchmaker…” Luke mumbles proudly. “However, here you go. Give him a chance, let him in, Y/N.” Luke smirks happily as he twirls me around and makes me end up in Ashton’s arms.

“Oh, hey.” Ashton giggles and gently wraps his arms around me. “Have fun you two,” Luke smirks before walking away. He sneakily gives me a thumbs up and sits down on the plastic chair I was seated on earlier. 

“So, uh, are you okay?”

I think about what Luke said. Ashton is in love with me. I can’t quite wrap my mind around it, I mean he’s always been there for me but I thought of him as a best friend or a brother, not a lover…

 “Y/N? Are you okay?” “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” I smile softly at him and his eyes light up. “That’s good.” He whispers and intently looks at me. His hazel eyes are sparkling and he looks so flawless right now. How come I’ve never noticed how handsome and sweet he is before?

“Uh, Y/N?” “Yes, Ash?” A small giggle leaves his lips when I call him by his nickname. “Uh, can I have this dance with you?” He asks, turning completely serious when doing so. I hesitate a bit but nod my head yes in the end. His eyes glow even brighter than they already are, making the hazel colour come across as something homey and warm. He gently moves his hands so they’re no longer on my shoulders but on my waist. He smiles down at me and I place my hands on the back of his neck.

“I like this.” He whispers and shyly looks into my eyes. “Me too.” “Don’t you wish I was Luke, though?” He mumbles. I furrow my eyebrows when I see a glint of pain in his beautiful hazel eyes. “Ashton…” “I-I just-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that…” “It’s fine. Besides, I really like dancing with you.” “You do?” “Yeah, remember that I never liked parties because I couldn’t dance?” “I taught you.” He smiles. “Exactly. That was so sweet of you, really.” “I just couldn’t let you embarrass yourself even more.” He chuckles and my eyes grow wide. “Hey!” He quickly puts his hands up in surrender. I shake my head at him and place his hands back on my waist and my mind goes back to what Luke whispered in my ear.

“What are you thinking about?” Ashton giggles and hesitantly cups my face. “Uh, it’s just something that Luke said-“ “Luke? Y/N? Again? He’s not in love with you!” He exclaims. I quickly look around to make sure no-one heard that and sigh in relief when nobody seems aware of the small conversation we’re having. But his words hurt me. “Ash, I know that…” I sigh sadly. “But, that’s not what I meant…” “Then what do you mean?” He asks confused.

A small frown draws his eyebrows together. “Can you answer my question first? Why did you just react like that when I mentioned Luke?” “Like what?” “You seemed frustrated and angry.” “I did not.” “You did, Ashton. Be honest with me.” I say seriously and look him in the eyes. He clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath before he steps closer to me and cups my face. “Ashton-” He presses his thumb against my lips and softly smiles at me. “I’m deeply in love with you yet you’re too blind you to see that. I’d jump off a cliff if you asked me to, Y/N. I’d do anything for you but you don’t notice any of it because Luke’s always the one whom you pay attention to. It’s never me, you just friend-zoned me…”

I want to say so many things but no words leave my mouth. “Please say something? Anything…”

“I just-I didn’t know, I never thought you liked me like that…” “I couldn’t think of you in any other way.” Ashton sighs and shakes his head at me. “I thought it was clear that I loved you.” He says sadly. “Ash,” I whisper softly and dry his glossy eyes. "Y/N?“ He says barely above a whisper and caresses my cheek. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you or confuse you or-” “Just kiss me,” I breathe and look up at him. “What?” “I want you to kiss me, Ash.” He closes his mouth shut and slowly leans in. “Are you sure?“ "I’m very sure,” I confess and gently play with his hair.

When I feel his lips on mine I feel relief wash over me and pull him closer to me.

Ashton has always been there for me, he’s always looked after me, he’s always made me happy when all Luke did, was make me feel sad because he was so oblivious to my feelings towards him.

I find myself kissing Ashton back with the same intensity and fire. His hands are on my waist, holding me tightly as if he’s scared that I’ll run away.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

And slowly but surely, all my thoughts about Luke fade away.

In a One Shot...

Originally posted by mericmutlu

 Snow is always something that calmed me. It helps the world pause for the briefest seconds. Pregnancy has worked well for me and Mr. Hale. He truly has considered me a mate … well as far as he would let me think. I stay with him now at his place. Its only been two months since the alpha and I had our relation. The thought still causes a shiver to crawl my skin. 

Originally posted by tvdotcom

He hasn’t had relation with me since I was in heat last, and honestly he has hardly looked at me since then. I know something haunts him, in my heart I feel his tension when I’m near. I feel as though he regrets the thought of ‘us’… and that destroys me knowing that our spawn is growing in my womb. 

Originally posted by giif

When I talk to Stiles about it he says the same thing, “ He just has a lot on his mind being alpha and all I guess.” I honestly never believe him, why doesn’t he want me like he did before. Was it just the fact that I was breed-able be the main factor of our so called attraction. Derek Hale, one of the most strongest wolves I knew… why does he seem incredibly cowardly to me?

That night I entered our home to see him standing practically waiting for me. 

“Where have you been?” He asks demanding me for a answer, he sniffed the air.

My spine shivered “W-with Stiles… I needed to take a walk.” I stutter.

“You should stay where I can protect you (Y/n).” He grunts. My mind raced is i should confront him, or submit.  

Screw submitting. “I do not need your protection Derek.” I snarl. 

Originally posted by natasharromanova

I knew then it was not the day to be asking my mate questions. 

“What did you say?” He said his eyes turning their shade of red. Even though when Derek alpha’s out I find him incredibly attractive… but he never did towards me. I didn’t know what to say so I just stood there with the look of aghast on my face. 

“Speak to me!!!” He screams. It cause me to jump and snarl back. 

“Do not yell at me.” I said while trying to snarl but it came out more as a whimper. “I need a true mates protection not one that could hardly look at me!” I yell out one more time before backing myself against a wall. I was scared of him yet devilishly infatuated with him. 

Originally posted by proud-to-be-pure-evil

He roared then, snapping me into my reality. I can’t fight him, I can’t run. He pressed me against the wall with his arms tense. 

“Do you not understand what it is like for me to infatuated with you? 

No you don’t (Y/n) because your thinking of the stereotypical mate. Sorry sweetheart, I am not him. You are mine and I am yours. Plain and simple.” He snorted. 

By then I was defeated so my last resort to get through that thick alpha skull of his was to cry. I started to cry because I was hurt and he was trying nothing to help.

He eyes softened. “Did you just mate with me because I was in heat or because you felt something for me Derek Hale.” I whispered.

Originally posted by shelleychennig

“(y/n) h-how can you ask me such a question?” He said looking as though I pulled his heart out of his chest. 

“Because it is h-”

“I love you (Y/n).” He admitted.

I yipped hearing him. I looked at him and smiled softly about to ask him to repeat himself. 

“I love you too.” 

He kissed my cheek softly and took my hand in his “I want you to always feel wanted…” He said taking me to the door to the bedroom “And I’m going to start now.” 

Originally posted by mrvicsnor