running in front of his freaking car

When he hears from Holster through the group chat that Bitty had been in a car accident, Jack checks his schedule (in hindsight, he would’ve gone regardless of practice times) and floors it all the way from Providence to Samwell. Jack tries to not internally freak out and run every red light he comes across, but all he could think of throughout the drive is the words “side swiped by a semi” and “Bitty in car.” There had definitely been more info, but Jack barely reads the rest before hopping into his car.

When he gets to the Haus, furiously knocking on the front door and shocking the living daylights out of Chowder, who’d answered, he finds Bitty at the kitchen table, his left arm in a sling brace and a cut on his upper cheek under two small pieces of butterfly tape. He looks tired, and slightly worse for wear, but he is still the most brilliant and best thing Jack’s ever seen.

“I’m fine,” Bitty is saying to Holster, who’s hovering over him with a bowl. “I really appreciate you taking care of me, but I know you have a quiz tomorrow, Holster. And I don’t think chicken soup is going to heal my wrist.”

“As your captain, I order you to let me feed you this chicken soup,” Holster says. Ransom is nodding from his place at the counter, helping himself to leftover pie. “Plus, the chicken soup is supposed to heal your soul. It helps, okay? Tween magazines don’t lie.”

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Fixed - Part 1

Originally posted by ladyxwood

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“You’re all done.” The tattoo artist said as he placed the bandage over my fresh tattoo on the right side of my collar bone, directly opposite to my newly formed scar.

Want you to make me feel, like I’m the only girl in the world, like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love, like I’m the only one who knows your heart, only girl in the world.

My phone blared from inside of my bag that sat beside Stiles, I stood up from the leather chair and dug around in my bag until I found the noisy object.

“Hey, Lyds.” I answered.

“Where are you?” She snapped back.

“What do you mean where am I?” I asked, confused.

“I mean where are you, because you’re not at your house.” Lydia sassed and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m at the tattoo parlor in town, why?” I said, still confused.

“Are you around werewolf ears?” She asked.

“Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?” I was still extremely confused.

“Then I’ll tell you when I pick you up in twenty minutes.” She promptly stated before hanging up, causing my to sigh.

“I will never understand her.” I muttered to myself as I turned to see that Scott had taken my place in the leather chair, his left shirt sleeve rolled up and Stiles looked through a book of tattoo ideas.

“Hey, Scott, you sure you don’t want something like this?” Stiles asked as he flipped around the book so that Scott and I could see a picture of a creature that looked very similar to how they had described the kanima. Scott and I both gave him a look, so he did an awkward nod, smile thing that I found absolutely adorable. “Too soon? Yeah.”

“I don’t know, man, you sure about this? I mean these things are pretty permanent.” Stiles said as he flipped through the book a few more times before setting it down.

“I’m not changing my mind.” Scott said with a stupid grin and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, but why two bands?” Stiles asked, not understanding the point of tattoos.

“I just like it.” Scott shrugged as the tattooist prepared his equipment for him.

“But don’t you think that your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something, like Liv’s.” Stiles questioned, waving his hands around.

“Stiles, getting a tattoo means something.” I deadpanned and Stiles went to say something but was cut off by the tattooist.

“She’s right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word tatua means ‘to leave a mark’, like a rite of passage.” Stiles crossed his arms, still not on board with Scott’s tattoo.

“You see, they get it.” Scott said with raised eyebrows.

“He’s covered in tattoos, Scott, literally!” Stiles exclaimed as he gestured to the tattooist.

“What about me?” I asked, waving my hands and Stiles rolled his eyes.

“You don’t count. You and Scott have this whole unspoken understanding about this.”

“Okay, you ready?” The tattooist asked Scott and he nodded. “You ain’t got any problems with needles, do you?”

“Nope.” Scott said simply as he shook his head and the tattooist began.

“I tend to get a little squeamish though, so…” Stiles trailed off as he scratched his chin, leaning around so that he could see.

“Oh man.” Scott groaned and at the same time I heard something heavy hit the floor. I looked over to find my crush laying on the floor in a heap, passed out.

“Stiles!” I squeaked as I ran over to make sure he was okay.

“So are you going to tell me why you’re being so secretive about?” I asked as Lydia drove through town.

“We’re picking up Allison from the airport.” She said simply and my eyes went wide as I whipped my head towards my strawberry blonde friend.

“I thought that she was staying in France for a whole year!” I exclaimed.

“That’s what I thought too, but she texted me a few days ago and told me that she was coming home and demanded that I keep it a secret.”

“And I guess you’re just so good at keeping secrets, right?” I asked, with a raised eyebrow and Lydia gave me a look.

“She meant from Scott and Stiles, which is why I only told you when you couldn’t let it slip to them.” She said and I rolled my eyes. “So what were you doing at a tattoo parlor with them?”

“I was getting a tattoo.” I shrugged as Lydia’s eyes bulged.

“It’s not a triple date. It’s a group thing.” Lydia insisted and Allison and I gave her a look.

“Do they know that it’s a group thing? ‘Cause I told you, I’m not ready to get back out there.” Allison said with a hint of a sarcastic smile.

“You were in France and didn’t do any dating for four months?” Lydia asked as she raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

“Did you?” Allison asked and I laughed, causing Lydia to shoot me a glare through the rearview mirror. “I mean after Ja-”

“Do not say his name!” Lydia exclaimed, cutting Allison off before she dared to speak Jackson’s name.

“Is he okay? Like, did everything work out? No one really filled me in on that bit.” I asked and my friends glanced back at me.

“Well, the doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive, but everyone got over it. And yes, Derek taught him the werewolf 101, like how not to randomly kill people during a full moon.” Lydia mused and Allison smiled.

“So then you’ve talked to him?” Allison questioned and Lydia went silent.

“Uh, not since he left for London.” She muttered.

“You mean since his dad moved him to London.” Allison corrected, letting her head loll towards Lydia.

“Whatever, he left.” She snapped. “And seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like that’s not gonna be a disaster.”

“So you’re totally over him?” Allison asked, setting Lydia up to admit her scheme and said friend rolled her eyes.

“Would I be going on a triple date if I wasn’t?” Lydia snapped and Allison and I laughed. “Yes, it is a triple date. It’s not an orgy, you’ll both live.”

“You know what? This could be good for me.” I mused as we sat at a red light, causing Allison and Lydia to whip around. “What, you think because I’m, like, the only virgin left that I’m a total prude?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Lydia said, her eyes still wide.

“It’s not my fault that I’ve never been asked out. Believe it or not, I actually do want to get out there.” I said and my friends shrugged before turning back around.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, ‘But Liv, what about the adorable spaz that you’re always fawning over?’, well, my theory is that if I get out there, start dating some random jock that Lydia sets me up with, it’ll help me get over Stiles.

Lydia, Allison and I were laughing at a story that Allison told about some American tourist hitting on her obnoxiously, but she pretended that she was French and didn’t understand English. Suddenly Allison started freaking out.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t see him, not now.” Allison exclaimed as she sank down into her seat. Lydia and I glanced left to find Roscoe sitting beside us at the light. Stiles waved and Lydia awkwardly pretended that she didn’t see.

“Lydia go! Just go!” Allison shouted.

“But the light.” Lydia said as she gestured to the longest red light that I’ve ever seen.

“Hi! Heeeyyy!” Stiles shouted as he leaned over Scott and rolled down his window. Lydia didn’t even give anyone a chance to speak anymore, ignoring the red light, speeding down the road and Allison let out a huge sigh of relief.

“You alright?” Lydia asked and Allison nodded.

“Lydia, stop. We need to go back and talk to them.” Allison said after a few silent seconds. I turned around in my seat as Lydia slowed to a stop and saw the Jeep stopped in the middle of the road.

“They stopped. Why would they stop?” Allison questioned. 

“It’s Scott and Stiles, logic doesn’t apply to them.” I muttered at I stared at Roscoe.

“Maybe we should go ba-” Allison began but cut herself off with and began to scream along with Lydia and I as a deer ran straight through the windshield. We scrambled out of the car as fast as we could, staring at the dead animal sprawled across the hood of Lydia’s car.

Jealousy managed to set itself in my gut as Stiles ran straight for Lydia and Scott ran for Allison.

“Are you okay” Scott asked Allison, but I didn’t pay attention to her answer, I was too focused on the deer’s body.

“Are you hurt?” Stiles asked Lydia and my heart clenched.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked Allison once more.

“I’m okay.” She assured him breathlessly.

“Well I’m not okay!” I shrieked as I ripped my eyes away from the body and turned to my friends, Scott made his way to the front of the car while Stiles came over and began to check me for injuries, gently pulling a piece of glass off of my cheek. “I am totally freaking out right now! We were parked, how the hell did it just run into us!”

“I saw its eyes right before it hit us, it was like it, it was like it was crazy.” Lydia said.

“No, it was scared.” Scott corrected, raising his hand and laying it on the body. “Actually, it was terrified.”

“Isn’t Stiles picking you up soon?” My mom asked as she walked into my room to find me blankly staring at my closet.

“Allison’s picking me up, so I should have a little more time to figure out what to wear.” I muttered as I began to rummage through my closet, an idea finally coming to mind. I dug out a pair of tan ankle boots, a pair of cut off jean shorts and a white crop top. 

“Well, I’m headed off to work. Have a great first day back.” My mom said with a smile, making a kissy face at me.

I blew her a kiss as I sat at my vanity, recurling pieces of hair that had gone flat in the night and doing my make up. I’m not quite sure how much time passed before my phone rang, but I picked up, not bothering to look at the name before I answered.

“Hello?” I answered as I took off the lid to my lipstick.

“You know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer? Two hundred forty-seven thousand.” Stiles stressed through the phone and I rolled my eyes as I applied the red coating to my lips.

“And you’re telling me this, why?”  I asked, putting the cap back on and started messing with my hair a little more.

“Because a freaking deer ran right down the middle of the road and hit you head on last night!” He shouted and I could practically see his spastic hand gestures. I laughed at his adorable antics as I nodded at myself, finally satisfied with my appearance, I made my way downstairs to get some coffee. “What’s so funny?”

“You are, Stiles. It was one deer acting weird, do you remember Scott telling us about the night that he got bit? A whole herd of deer almost trampled him, now that’s weird.” I said as I began to search for my k cups that seemed to have vanished.

“Yeah, but-” 

“You have got to be kidding me!” I shouted, cutting Stiles off.

“What? What’s wrong?!” Stiles rushed and I thought it was so sweet that he was instantly worried.

“I’m out of coffee.” I pouted and the line was silent for a few minutes.

“You, you’re joking, right?” He asked in a flat tone.

“I wish I was.” I whined.

“I thought something happened!” He shouted as a horn honked outside, causing me to perk up.

“Gotta go, Allison’s here!” I exclaimed, about to pull the phone away, but then Stiles spoke up.

“I thought I was picking you up?” 

“Nope, Allison is, like, right now.” I said as I grabbed my sand colored knapsack with tan seashells and walked out the door, pausing for a moment to lock it.

“But we always ride together on the first day.” Stiles protested as I slid into Allison’s back seat.

“I literally spent all summer with you and Scott, I need a little time away from the testosterone.” I said causing Allison and Lydia to laugh as we pulled away from the curb.

“Fine, I’ll see you at school.” He muttered.

“Bye, Stiles.” I said in a playful tone to which he grumbled and hung up. I laughed as I stuck my phone in my back pocket before turning my attention to Lydia and Allison. “Hey, can we stop by Starbucks? I think my dad took my coffee.”

Lydia and I stood with Allison as she organized her locker.

“Freshmen.” Lydia mused, waving her ginger around. “Tons and tons of fresh men.”

“You mean boys, their fourteen, Lydia. I know I want a senior.” I said as I bit the straw of my coffee and sent a flirty wink to a particularly hot passing senior who smiled in return. 

“You know, it’s okay to be single. Focus on yourself for a little while, work on becoming a better person.” Allison said as she stared off into space and I scoffed.

“Honey, I’ve been focusing on myself for seventeen years.” Lydia laughed at my comment before turning to face Allison

“Allison, I love you. So if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend like we’re not actually talking about you, it’s totally fine. But I don’t want a boyfriend. I want a distraction.” Lydia said and she suddenly zeroed in on two guys in leather jackets practically strutting down the hallway holding helmets.

“Brothers?” I asked not being able to see their faces from the angle that I was at

“Twins.” Lydia mused, looking ready to pounce.

Allison, Lydia and I wanked into English, there were only three seats left, Lydia took the one to Stiles’ right, I took the one behind him, not realising that the only seat left for Allison was in front of Scott.

“Is someone sitting here?” Allison asked nervously and Scott shook his head vigorously.

“No, no, no, no. No, it’s all you, all yours. Uh, it’s totally vacant.” He rushed, and I smiled at him before gathering my things for class from my bag. As soon as I sat up, I felt my phone start to vibrate in my back pocket. I furrowed my eyebrows as I reached back and grabbed it, not having a chance to read the text before a feminine voice spoke.

“‘An overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.’ This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone.” A woman, who I guessed was Miss. Blake said, holding up her phone as she walked into the classroom. I raised my eyebrows and shut my phone off, that’s one hell of a first impression, although it is kind of creepy that she somehow got all of our numbers.

I zoned out on my surroundings as I concentrated on our work sheet, that is of course until jealousy made me pay attention to Stiles and Lydia’s conversation.

“Hey, Lydia.” Stiles whispered loudly causing both her and I to look at him and he pointed at Lydia’s bandaged ankle. “What is that? Is that from the accident?”

“No, Prada bit me.” She said, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“He bit you? But he’s always so good.” I said and Lydia just gave me a sad look.

“The dog?” Stiles asked confused.

“No, her designer handbag.” I said and Stiles gave me a look, “Yes, her dog. And it’s really weird because he’s, like, the most well behaved dog ever.”

“Okay. What if it’s, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?” Stiles suggested and I gave him an odd look, but of course he was focused on Lydia.

“Meaning what? There’s gonna be an earthquake?” Lydia asked raising her eyebrow.

“Or something. I just, maybe it means something’s coming. Something bad.” Stiles said, leaning closer to Lydia.

“Stiles, it was a deer and a dog.” I said, but he still had his tunnel vision focused on Lydia.

“What’s that thing you say about threes? Once, twice-.” Suddenly a bird collided with the window, leaving a large blood spot in it’s wake. 

Miss. Blake set down her chalk and slowly walked over to the window and looked out with her mouth agape. I followed her eyes and my mouth copied hers when I saw the cloud of crows flying straight for the school. We all were silent for a few minutes, jumping each time a bird hit the window, that is until they finally broke through the glass and everyone began to scream as they were attacked.

“Get down, everyone! Get down, down! Get down! Get down!” Miss. Blake shouted and I gladly complied, diving out of my chair and under my desk, where Allison quickly joined me. We wrapped our arms around each other as we huddled together until everything was suddenly still.

Allison and I slowly let go of eachother, hesitantly standing up and looking at the feathery carnage around us. As I looked around I noticed Stiles removing himself from Lydia and instantly fear and confusion were replaced with a white hot rage.

I’m not quite sure how much time had passed, but the paramedics and the police had shown up, along with Allison’s dad. Allison and I sat together on a desk while her dad examined her scratched up hand.

“Next time you’re feeling like you want to stay home, you stay home.” Argent told Allison before looking at me. “You too, I know about your condition.”

“I’m okay, thank you.” I smiled. It was oddly comforting to have Argent act like another father to me.

“I’m fine. But, Dad, the deer and now this?” Allison said, looking at her dad with a worried expression. Anyone who knew about the supernatural knew that this was a very, very bad sign.

“I know, I know.” Argent whispered as he shifted his weight around.

“This can’t be a coincidence.” I whispered as I noticed sheriff walking over.

“Mr. Argent, you wouldn’t have any insight on this would you?” Sheriff asked and three pairs of eyes grew wide of a second before Argent put on his poker face.


“Yeah. All this bizarre animal behavior, it’s… you must have seen something like this before, right?” Sheriff asked with a hopeful expression.

“I’m not sure why I would or why would think I would.” Argent said with a confused smile.

“I’m sorry. I-I could’ve sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter.” Sheriff said, now also confused.

“Ah, right. Well, not anymore.” Argent said glancing at Allison before looking back to Sheriff who nodded awkwardly before turning to Allison and I.

“You two alright?” He asked and Allison and I nodded, muttering a simple ‘yeah’. That seemed so satisfy Sheriff and he walked away.

Suddenly Stiles had ahold of my wrist and started to drag me outside. Typically I would follow happily, but I was so pissed, I didn’t even want to talk to him. He managed to drag me out of the doors before I was finally able to plant my feet to the ground causing him to look at me with a ‘wtf’ face.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing.” I said as I practically ripped my arm from his grasp.

“Come on, Liv, we need to get to Derek’s house.” He insisted, taking a few steps towards the Jeep, only stopping when he realised that I was still firmly planted on the sidewalk. “Liv!” 

We don’t need to go anywhere.” I snapped, venom lacing my words. I could tell that I had instantly frustrated him because he swiped his hand over his face before stomping back over to me.

“Why are you mad?” Stiles groaned and I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

“I don’t know, Stiles, I just think it’s kinda fucked up that you would go through hell and high water to protect Lydia and not the girl that you have literally known since birth.” I sneered.

“Liv-” Stiles began, but I cut him off.

“I get that you have some weird obsession with her, I mean she’s gorgeous, but face it Stiles! You don’t even have the possibility of a chance of being with her! The sad thing is, you know that she basically couldn’t care less about you and you still try. In the end, you’re just gonna end up all alone with a broken heart and I won’t be there to pick up the pieces of your mistake.” I shook my head with disgust before whipping around and storming back inside.

It killed me to say all of those things, but what killed me more was the look of betrayal and pain that he wore, like the venom in my words was actually killing him. I broke into a run to the girls bathroom, locking myself in a stall as the tears began to fall. I hadn’t meant to say those things, but I was just so angry and jealous that I couldn’t have stopped them from falling out of my mouth, even if I tried.

Best friend (a.i)

Originally posted by beforeilose

GIF: Not mine
WORDS: 1633
PLOT: You are in love with each other but you’re best friends.

“Ash, can you get us some popcorn?” I yelled as Michael and I continued our Call of Duty game. “Sure.” He yelled back from the kitchen. “You know, he’d do anything for you.” Michael commented. “I would do anything for him too, he is my best friend.” I said, focussing on the game. Michael paused it. I snapped my head to him. “What the hell?” I asked, confused. “That’s not what I meant, Y/N. Think about it, you guys act like so much more than just friends.” Michael said. I have always liked Ashton as more that just my friend but I would never tell him that. We have been friends since we were 4 years old, I didn’t want to ruin that. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikey.” I said, not making eye contact. “Y/N, I know you like him.” Michael said. “Who does Y/N like?” Ashton asked, walking in from the kitchen. We both froze. “oh, u-uhm nobody…” I stammered. Ashton looked at me weirdly. “I, uh actually have to get going so-“ I said, standing up. “But I just made the popcorn?” Ashton said confused. “Sorry!” I said, running out of Ashton’s apartment.

Ashton and I grew up together. We were prom dates and we spent every Christmas together. Where Ashton went I went and where I went Ashton went. He was there for my first break up and I was there for his. He was there when I got into a car accident and I was there when he did his first gig with the boys. He made me laugh and smile when all I wanted to do was cry. He gave me advice and told me what I needed to hear when I needed to hear it. He made even the worst of days better. I was absolutely in love with Ashton, but if he knew that he would probably never speak to me again. I snapped out of my thoughts when Michael called me.

“Sup.” I said, lying on the carpet. “You should have told him.” Michael said. “Mike, just let it go.” I sighed. “Fine, whatever. The reason I called is there’s a party over at Calum’s tonight, you should join.” He said. “Is Ash going?” I asked, hoping he was. Michael laughed. “Yeah, he is.” “Okay, I’ll go.” I said. “Cool, Ash and I will pick you up around 6.” He said. After that we talked for a while longer and then hung up. Michael was like a brother to me, out of all the boys, apart from Ashton, he and I were probably the closest. When Ashton wasn’t around I’d be with Michael.

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Just How I Like It

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Isaac


Word Count: 2,768

Originally posted by m-atilda

           I glance up at her, scribbling in her notebook, and her tongue is peeking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.

           Isaac comes up behind her, whispering something in her ear and she looks startled. She jumps in her chair, slamming her notebook closed before shoving it away from her slightly.      

           “So what have you found so far?” He asks me and I look up quickly.

           “Nothing. I’ve found nothing, absolutely nothing.” I grumble in irritation while tugging at my hair in frustration. “What about you, Y/N? Did you find anything useful? You’ve been writing in your notebook non-stop for like an hour.”

           “Oh, just a few things, possible ideas. Nothing too useful yet, definitely nothing share worthy.” She say quickly, inching her fingers towards her notebook that’s made its way closer to my side of the table. “Anyways, I just remembered that my mom needed me to go run some errands while she’s at work so I’m just going to go.”

           She grabs the notebook quickly and stuff it into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder and leave the library before I even have time to say goodbye.

           “Well, someone seems a little jumpy.” Isaac remarks, raising an eyebrow at her empty seat and I shrug, pulling my notebook towards me. “Alright well Scott and I are going to go and see if we can catch the Alpha pack’s scent so I’ll catch you later.” He adds, getting up from his seat, and I nod at him in farewell.

           I flip the notebook open and am greeted with Y/N’s neat handwriting. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if maybe she added some things into my notebook to combine out notes together.

           He slides a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and she throws her head back. “Fuck, right there Stiles,” She says, moaning in satisfaction.

           I scan along the page, reading a few sentences here and there and my face flushes immediately when I see my name, and my dick tightens in response.

           Holy shit. I think to myself when I realize what I was holding in my hand. Y/N hadn’t been doing research for the past hour, she’d been writing smut. My eyes scan down along the page again, reading a bit more and I shift in my seat; very, very detailed smut. I take a shaky breath before shoving everything into my backpack and rushing out of the library to my car, anxious to head home and read the rest of the holy grail that I’ve stumbled on.


           I search through my backpack frantically, dumping everything out on to the floor desperately looking for my notebook. Finally I find it, flipping it open and all I see if a messy scrawl scribbled all over the pages. A sense of panic surges through me as I stare at the endless notes on possible leads and various supernatural creatures that could be in Beacon Hills. I bite my lip, trying to breathe in slowly, desperately trying to contain my freak out. This is Stiles’ notebook, and if I have his notebook then that means that he more than likely has mine and I hope to God he hasn’t opened it yet.

           I grab my keys off of my desk and run down the stairs of my house. I’m out the front door and in the driver’s seat of my car within a minute. I pull out of the driveway and make my way to Stiles’ as quickly as possible. I pull up in front of his house, jumping out of the car and slamming the door behind me.

           I’m panting slightly when I get to the front door, banging against the wood loudly. I tap my foot anxiously, waiting for Stiles to open the door. Finally, the door budges and I see Stiles staring back at me in surprise.


           “I have your notebook, figured you might need it.” I say quickly, holding it up to show him and he quirks an eyebrow at me.

           “Come on in.” He turns away from the door and I hurry in behind him, turning to close the door.

           “Right so you probably didn’t even notice you had the wrong notebook,” I start to say as the door clicks shut and he presses up against me, pushing my chest tightly against the door. His hands smoothing over my hips as he moves my hair away from my neck and presses a few soft kisses to the skin there and I feel like I’m going to melt. “Stiles, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly and it comes out in a soft moan and my head falls back against his shoulder.

           “Nothing,” He whispers against me, his tongue tracing patterns against my skin before tugging my earlobe in between his teeth. “Just let it happen.”

           I try to convince myself to pull away from him, to stop this and find out why he’s doing this, but all I can think about is how good his hands feel against my body. He slides his hands up, cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and I let out a mewl of pleasure. I can feel him harden as he presses roughly against me, his erection digging into my hip before he turns me around to face him.

           I look at his face, searching for answers but all I can see are his eyes dark with lust; staring back at me as if he had been wandering the desert and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

           His hips press against mine as he leans towards me, pausing for a moment just millimeters from my lips, flicking his gaze up to meet mine as if to see if I’m going to stop his and I bite my lip unintentionally. A look of pure lust washes over his face and a low growl escapes from this back of his throat before he slams his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up as if I weight nothing. I lock my legs around his waist and he keeps me pressed tightly against the wall, pinning me there.

           He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it and I moan against his lips. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, battling against mine before exploring the inside of my mouth as if he wants to taste every inch of me. My hands make there way from the nape of his neck into his hair and I fist my hands into his messy brown hair, causing him to groan in appreciation.

           He holds onto me tightly, walking us up the stairs, his lips never disconnecting from mine. When we get up to the second floor he makes his way across the hall, kicking the door to him room open. He drops me onto his bed and I lie there panting slightly.

           “Stiles,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath and his lips are on mine again, silencing me. His begins kissing along my jaw and down my neck and I tilt my head to allow him better access. “We need to talk about this.” I say, barely able to get the words out before I moan again.

           “No we don’t,” He mumbles against me, “Think about it later.”

           He continues kissing down my neck, pulling down the collar of my t-shirt before planting a few soft kisses along my clavicles, and tracing his tongue along where the bone is visible. His hands slip under my t-shirt, his warm hands caressing up my stomach before he tugs it over my head.

           Once my shirt is off he looks at me in awe, my bra pushing up my breasts making them swell, and he begins tracing his thumbs over the simple black lace. He nips gently at the newly exposed skin, sliding his tongue down along the valley of my breasts and I whimper. I arch my back and his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of me.

           “Holy shit, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He groans and I can feel a blush coloring my face. He presses his hands against my chest, kneeding my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden under his hands. He takes a hardened peak into his mouth, sucking on it and I moan, dragging my hand through his hair before pressing his face tightly against me. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He rasps, his voice thick with lust as he takes my other nipple in his mouth and all I can do is moan in response.

           “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He moans, trailing open mouth kisses down my stomach and I whimper. In one smooth motion he’s pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare to him. I shiver as the cold air hits my core where wetness is quickly pooling.

           He sucks roughly against my hip, leaving a dark purple mark before repeating the same action on the other side. His lips work over the inside of my thighs and I squirm in anticipation of him getting to where I need him most. Slowly, his mouth moves nearer and nearer to my core.

           “Stiles, please,” I plead, my need for him mixing with desperation.

           “What’s wrong baby girl?” He breathes against me and I shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against my center. “Tell me what you need.”

           “Anything,” I whimper, begging him, “Please just do anything.”

           He sticks his tongue out, licking slowly along my slit from my core to my clit and I shudder against him. He continues sliding his tongue along me languidly, as if he has all the time in the world and it feels like complete torture. I buck my hips against him, desperate for more, and he uses his hands to hold my thighs down as he continues his sweet torture.

           He swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves and I let out a loud gasp, my head lurching forward as my back arches off of the bed. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against my core, sending vibrations shooting through me and I writhe against him. He slides a finger into me, keeping rhythm with his tongue and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation.

           “Won’t you make some more of those pretty noises I love so much, baby girl?” He asks, curling his fingers inside of me to hit that perfect spot and I let out a loud moan. He pulls his fingers out of me, reaching them out to my lips, offering to me and I open my mouth slightly. He slips his fingers into my mouth and I slide my tongue around them, sucking against his fingers and he looks at me, his mouth slightly wide.

           “Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, returning his mouth to my core and I wrap my legs around his head. He continues licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue over me, making it impossible for me to contain my moans when he pulls away from me suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact.

           He pulls me towards him, pressing his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth and I can taste myself on him. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck on it, making him moan against my mouth. His moan triggers something in me and I tear his clothes off of him. His shirt goes flying across the room as I tug at his pants and boxers, throwing them to the floor once they’re off of him.

           His erection springs up proudly and my eyes widen slightly. I grasp his length in my hands and lets out a sharp intake of breath. I lick a stripe up along the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around his tip and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat and he thrusts hard against my mouth. I bob my head against him, hollowing out my cheeks and I slide him in and out of my throat, pressing my tongue along a prominent veins and he shudders.

           “Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” He groans and I moan at the nickname. The sound sends vibrations shuddering through him and he bucks his hips against me. I pull him out of my mouth slowly, sliding my hand up and down his length, pumping his firmly before taking his length back fully into my mouth. “I’m going to come,” He pants and I can feel him twitching in my mouth before a warm liquid trickles into the back of my throat and he throws his head back as his orgasm crashes over him. I slide my tongue along him, licking ever drop of his release before pulling him out of my mouth with a pop.

           “Fuck, I knew you had a wicked mouth but I didn’t realize you could do that,” He pants and I smirk at him. He pulls me towards him, flipping us so that I’m underneath him. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

           He slides into me, slowly, and I moan loudly. “You’re so fucking tight.” He breathes out in a pant as he slides out of me and back in and I whimper.

           “Fuck, Stiles, I need you.” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and he begins pounding into me. I lift my hips up in rhythm to his thrusts, making it to where he hits that perfect spot deep within me every time and I drag my nails roughly down his back. He holds onto the headboard tightly with one hand, the leverage allowing him to thrust even more deeply into me.

           I can feel the pressure building inside of me, a fine sheen of sweat lining his forehead as he continue to slam into me. I look up at him through half lidded eyes, and he flips us again so that I’m straddling him. I roll my hips against him, riding him quickly and he one hand against my breast while the other hand is quickly rubbing against my clit, quickly bringing me closer and closer to my release.

           “F-fuck, yes, just like that, Stiles,” I moan, my voice coming out raspy and he leans up slightly to replace the hand on my breast with his mouth. He sucks on my nipple roughly as he applies more pressure to my bundle of nerves and all at once my orgasm slams into me. I clench around him, throwing my head back and screaming his name repeatedly, as he continues to thrust into me to prolong my orgasm. My orgasm pushes him over the edge and I can feel him twitch inside me as he begins to pulsate. His eyes close tightly as he comes undone underneath me, releasing with a shudder. He slumps back against the bed and I roll off of the top of him trying to capture my breath.

           He wraps his arms around me, pulling me towards him as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

           “Holy shit that was amazing,” I say, my voice barely louder than a breathless whisper, “It’s like you knew just how I like it.”

           “I read your notebook,” He admits guiltily, pressing a kiss to my temple and I choke on a breath.

           “Oh my god you read it?” I ask, embarrassment flooding my face and he lets out a low chuckle.

           “What do you think gave me the courage to make a move?” He asks and I shrug, “Besides, it was probably the most useful research I’ve ever stumbled across.” He adds, capturing my lips with him and I kiss him back passionately.

           “So, can we talk about everything now?” I ask hesitantly and he nuzzles his face into my neck.

           “What’s there to talk about? You’re mine now and forever. You’ve always been mine.” He mumbles against my skin and my heart drops into the pit of my stomach at his words.

           “Just how I like it.” I whisper, cuddling in closer to him, and he presses soft kisses into my neck before pulling a blanket over us.

Just Drive!

(One Shot)

word count : 2366

genre : fluff (a tiny bit of angst if you squint)

warnings : a little bit of shouting, mentions of police, mentions of alcohol and drugs (like literally just one sentence about it)

in which Dan runs up to Phil and urgently requests him to drive him as far away as possible because he’s being followed by the police


Phil was  currently sat in his car in front of his University dormitory. He’d been sitting there in  his parked car for the past hour, not bothering to get out as he had a mini-breakdown. He’d stopped crying now, but he was still freaking out. Nothing had actually happened to induce this mini-freat out. It was just all of Phil’s bottled up emotions from when his girlfriend of six months had broken up with him a month ago, paired with the immense pressure of tests and assignments that were fast approaching. He felt he wasn’t doing anything with his life. He felt like a mess. It was ironic, really. Everyone at school thought of Phil as the guy who had it all together - the guy who was all about positivity and happiness. That was actually mostly true, except Phil didn’t feel very “positive” right now and he didn’t want to go back to his dorm looking like he had been crying for the past hour - which in fact he had been doing. 

Noticing that it was getting late, Phil decided it was time to leave. He could hear the faint sound of police car sirens in the background, but didn’t think much of it, considering it was a usual occurrence in this part of the city. Just as he was getting out of the car, he saw a silhouette running towards him at full speed. He quickly locked his car as he saw a boy approach him, scared that it might be a mugger. The entire street was completely empty except for Phil - and the boy who was still running towards him - coming nearer and nearer with each passing second. Within seconds the boy was upon Phil, and he came to a stop with such force that he knocked himself into Phil, knocking them both to the ground. 

Phil was too shocked to say anything. He could feel the cold gravel against his back, and his shoulders hurt from being knocked to the ground. The boy was on top of him, and under the streetlights Phil could see he had chocolate brown eyes. His fringe was getting into his eyes, and he quickly pushed it to a side. 

“Car. Now.“ 

The words left his mouth in a sort of a rush, as though he didn’t have enough time  to elaborate. Phil just stared at him blankly, not sure why this attractive stranger was sitting on top of him. Or why he was telling Phil to get into his own car. 

"What?!”, Phil sputtered, still reeling from the impact of the fall.

“I said, your car. Now.”, the stranger repeated himself exasperatedly, as though he couldn’t have been clearer. Phil could almost see him rolling his eyes. “I promise I’m not a criminal or a sexual predator okay?”“ he quickly added.

 "I just really need your help. Please?”. Phil looked up at him, his eyes soft and pleading as he bit his lip.

Phil had made many bad decisions in his life. And maybe this was going to be another one. So before he could stop himself, Phil quickly huffed out a small “okay”.

The next minute went by in a flash. Phil quickly forgot the problems he had been crying about earlier. He  unlocked his car, and out of habit as well as politeness opened the passenger seat door for the stranger. “For fucks sake this isn’t a time for courtesy! JUST DRIVE.”, the boy huffed out, quickly scrambling in as Phil went over to the other side to get into the driver’s seat. He could hear the sirens getting louder and nearer, and the stranger was beginning to really freak out now. 

Phil decided to not ask any questions for now, when the boy was clearly troubled. He began to drive quietly, deciding to just go towards a less busy part of the city. He drove silently for about ten minutes, after which he finally got over his anxiety and decided to speak up.

“So, what’s your name?”. His voice came out hoarse from crying. “Mine’s Phil”.

“Dan”, the boy answered, his expression softening a bit as he looked at Phil. “You must think I’m some sort of freak for what just happened.”, he continued with a small laugh.

“Yeah well, uhh not really”

“It’s okay you can admit it. I think this is weird too”

“Well in that case yes.”, Phil said looking at Dan.

“Can you drive a bit faster? I’ll explain everything to you if you just drive faster and take me far away from here”

“Uhm okay.. considering you promised me you’re not a criminal.”, Phil almost giggled.

He could hear the sirens getting louder now. “Uhm Dan if you don’t mind me asking, is there any chance that uhm.. are you being chased  by the police?”

Phil had only said it jokingly, to lighten the mood and maybe make Dan tell him the actual reason why he had run up to a stranger and forced him to drive him “far away from the city”. But the look on Dan’s face clearly showed Phil’s guess had hit close to the truth. Dan’s eyes widened in fear, and he bit his lip again and suddenly Phil couldn’t focus on anything but his lips.

Phil you’re driving. Focus. Stop looking at this handsome strangers lips.

“Wait Phil I can explain! I swear I’m not some convict or criminal. Just oh god I’m gonna get arrested. Fuck. Fuck. My life is over before it even started. Okay wait. Oh god I’m fucked. Oh Jesus Christ oh shit…”

“Dan, DAN! Calm down.”

“…Oh no Phil are you going to kick me out of your car? I don’t wanna get arrested I swear I didn’t do anything illegal…”


Phil quickly stopped the car on one side and it came to a halt with a screech.


Phil took a deep breathe. Clearly, Dan was quite the drama queen.  He was going to have to be careful with what he said or Dan would freak out again and start cussing like a sailor. 

And Phil did not like swearing. At all.

“Here’s what’s going to  happen. I’m going to drive us to the woods at the edge of the city and we’ll stay there for a couple of hours until it’s safe for you to come back. Meanwhile, why don’t you start by telling me why the police are chasing you?”

“Oh and one more thing, please don’t swear around me it makes me really uncomfortable and I don’t like it.” And just like that Phil was back to being awkward and anxious after his little outburst.

“Okay.. that sounds fair. And sorry for yelling so much.” Dan said, offering Phil an apologetic smile.

 Looking up at Phil’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel… warm. His eyes looked blue at a glance, but in the moonlight he could notice the green speckles on the edges, and the light yellow that mixed with the green. His eyes looked like something straight out of a book, and Dan could feel himself getting lost in his eyes. He could almost hear himself saying he wouldn’t mind getting lost in those eyes over and over again, until he couldn’t look anymore.

Dan cleared his throat awkwardly and faced away from Phil, realizing he had been staring for a bit too long. Phil looked away too, and restarted the car.

 "So, here’s the thing. I was at a party - my first party - I’m not a very social person - and someone brought fucking weed to the party and someone else called the cops who came to break up the party and we all just ran irrespective of whether we did anything or not. And some of the cops started chasing me and my friends and we had to run and that’s how I came to you. This is so unfair I swear I don’t even know what weed is.“ Dan finished his rant with a long sigh, and upon receiving a pointed look from Phil corrected himself, "Okay maybe that last bit was just me exaggerating but I swear I’ve never smoked weed or done drugs”.

Phil tried to keep driving with a straight face, but two seconds later he broke into giggles, which gradually turned into deep laughter.

And Dan swore it was the best sound anyone in the history of the world had ever made.

Okay maybe Dan was exaggerating again but it was still a very cute laugh.

Having recovered from his bout of laughter Phil finally spoke up. “Well that’s definitely a lot worse than my first party.” And after a thought he added, “So you really aren’t a criminal.” as though he was only just realizing it.

They remained silent for the rest of the drive, music playing in the background as Phil drove towards the woods. “Dan are you still worried about the cops?”, Phil asked softly, and when he got no reply, he turned towards Dan, only to realize that the boy was sleeping. Soft snore escaped his parted lips, his hair messy and a little drool dribbling from his mouth. Phil admitted to himself that maybe Dan wasn’t looking his best right now, but god he looked adorable like this.

Phil stopped the car and reluctantly tried to wake him up.

“Dan I think the cops would’ve gone by now and It’s getting late. Do you want me to drive you back to…where ever you live?”, Phil asked in a soft voice so as to not startle the boy.

All he got in reply was incoherent mumbling and lots of whining.

“Dan I’m driving us back to my place is that okay? You don’t look like you’ll be able to tell me where you live right now.

"uh huh yeah okay”

“And this time I swear I’m not a rapist or a criminal”

“You’re a little squish with beautiful eyes is what you are”

“wh- what does that mean?” Phil could feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

But Dan had already gone back to sleep.

So Phil drove them back to his apartment in silence. He used to live in a dormitory himself, but last year he had managed to find an affordable one bedroom apartment for himself and he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to not live with weird, drunk university students.

Phil unlocked the door to his apartment, Dan leaning heavily on him, barely awake. Dan was still snoring softly and Phil couldn’t help but wonder how he was sleeping while standing upright. He dragged Dan down to his room and gently placed him on the covers. Deciding it would be too weird and creepy to tuck him in, Phil simply let him lie on the bed and switched off the lights.

Grabbing an extra pillow and an old duvet, Phil went out to the lounge, falling asleep on the sofa as soon as his head hit the pillow. It had been a long night.

The next morning Dan woke up in an unfamiliar bed and had a mini-freak out. Again. 

But then memories of the previous night quickly came back to him, and he relaxed a bit, now that he knew where he was. He reached out to the bedside table - Phil’s bedside table - to grab the glass of water, and found a note there.

“Dan, I brought you back to my place because you fell asleep and I didn’t know where you lived. PLEASE don’t freak out. I’m probably in the kitchen down the hall making breakfast.


p.s. - you are such a drama queen 

xo Phil”

Dan quickly got up and went to get washed up in the bathroom that was right beside the bedroom. A few minutes later he was making his was to the kitchen, and he could smell the delicious scent of pancakes wafting towards him.

“Good morning, Phil”

“Hmm goood morning Dan”, Phil hummed. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah thanks for bringing me back to your place.  And also y'know for not murdering me in my sleep”

Phil faked a gasp “I was planning on doing it after breakfast but now you’ve ruined it!”

Dan chuckled lightly, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks for no apparent reason.

They ate breakfast while watching some TV. Their casual conversation revealed that Dan was in the same University as Phil - just a year below him and also that both the boys loved video games and anime.

After breakfast Dan decided it was time to leave, saying he was probably already in trouble for staying out all night without permission, but Phil insisted that he at least stay for some coffee. “If you’re going back to that hellhole you need to have some caffeine in your system." 

"So”, Dan started, “I was thinking maybe..”

“What? Is something wrong?”, Phil asked, his voice laced with concern.

“No no! It’s just.. I was wondering if.. maybe.. you’d like to go out for coffee sometime? like.. me and you?”

Phil burst out laughing, but looking at Dan’s horrified face he quickly stopped.

“Oh god Dan I wasn’t laughing at you! God I’m so sorry”

“Really?” Dan asked in a small voice, the little confidence he had quickly disappearing.

“Yes! oh god I’m so sorry. It’s just.. we’re literally sitting here having coffee and you asked me if I’d like to go out for coffee with you”

 Now Dan couldn’t stop himself from giggling as well.

“Hey I was really nervous okay!”, he giggled, blushing deep red.

“Shut up and kiss me”, Phil giggled.

And Dan did. That shut Phil up.


HEYY! I know I’ve been inactive for an entire month but I had exams and I wasn’t feeing very productive but then I got this idea and I wrote it in 2 hours.

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I though you didn't love me. [Jonathan Byers x Reader]

Prompt: “I thought you didn’t love me.”

Requested by @fairand_2

A/N: First request! Yay! I’m not quite sure I like the Steve imagine I made since it was a little rushed but I hope this one is a little better! Also side note this is an imagine that is timed after season 1. Enjoy((:


Being Jonathan Byers best friend is a little hard. For starters people always question me asking why I am hanging out with a creepy perv and it isn’t like people ask only a few times, it’s constantly! And also if you consider that fact that I’m watching him fall in love with Nancy Wheeler when I’ve been head over heels for him since my mom because friends with Joyce which happened over 10 years ago.
“(Y/N).” I hear Jonathan say as we walk out off his car into the school campus. “Hey… I promised Nancy I would come over her house today to help her study and help Mike and Will with a science project they have. Is it okay that I can’t take you home and hang out with you tonight?” Jonathan says quietly as he avoids my direct eye contact.
I take a deep breath and force a convincing smile on my face. With the sign of my smile, Jonathan perks up and let’s out a relieved breath. Of course Jon would hang out with Nancy and ditch our plans. I love Nancy with all my heart because she’s a sweet girl down inside but I feel resentment toward her and I know I shouldn’t. I let out the breath and say, “Sure Sure why not. I could walk home. Yeah so umm yeah see you tomorrow, Jonathan.”
Jonathan’s smile quickly falls and his eyebrows raise as he looks confused and worried. I never use Jonathan’s full name unless I feel sad or angry. I quickly turn and head straight towards my first class.
The day passes by quickly as I ignore Jonathan and as I look up the end of the day bell sounds off. Knowing that Jonathan is taking Nancy home I take the back exit through the forest as a shot cut to get home. I hold my breath For almost the entire way as bad memories flash through my head of what events played out here. Jonathan knows that I can’t go out in the forest without having a mental breakdown with the events of El and the monster happening only 3 months before. Jonathan knows that I would never risk going out here alone but he truly doesn’t know how hard headed and stupid I am. Going out in a place where I almost died just because a crush that is one sided doesn’t exactly get planned out the way I wanted it too.
I start to pick up my pace as I rush to get home, hopefully untouched and not hurt. The image of the monster flash through my brain like a movie and without realizing it I break out in a full run towards my backyard. I quickly jump inside the ‘safety’ of my home and quickly make my way upstairs. I try to pass unseen or heard or else I would be questioned my mom. I slip through my bedroom door and lock it while closing my curtains. I take a few deep breaths as I know a panic attack will come sooner or later. I curl myself into a ball and but my headphones on trying to drowned out my horrors.

Jonathan’s POV

“Hey Jonathan. Where’s your lover, (Y/N)~” Nancy teases me as she hoped in my car.
“I told her that I couldn’t drop her off today. You know, we have to study for that bug final and we promised to help Will and Mike.” I say with a sign of regret. Wednesday is the day that we usually hang out and listen to my mixtape and take funny faces photos with each other. I love her but I don’t think she likes me at all.
I hear Nancy sigh as she smacks me in the head. She glares at me as I start to drive to her house. She lets out an annoyed breath as she says, “You are an idiot, Byers! She obviously likes you! Why couldn’t we take her home or hang out with her? it’s not like we are rushing to study and come on I don’t reallly want to hear our brothers geek out to their science project for over 2 hours man.”
“I don’t know Nancy. I didn’t know what to say to her! She is just so distracting that a few words just came out with out me meaning it. What I said probably hurt her feelings for all I know.” I rub my forehead as I feel a headache started to plant itself in my brain as I stop the car at Nancy’s house and let out a deep breath.
“That’s why I said leave this stuff to me! UGHHH! I give up on you sometimes Byers. Let’s just finish up studying and helping the dorks so you can get to your sweetheart, lover boy.”
Time skip
I drive my car on the route to (Y/N)’s house as I see Randy, a old guy in (Y/N)’s neighborhood that always seems to be gardening 24/7.
“Hey Mr Randy. How are you today?” I smile at him as I stop the car. Randy turns his head away from his green beans and smiles at me.
“Hello Jonathan! My day has been just fine! I made some fried green tomatoes today and they were extra good! Are you taking young (Y/N) home?” Randy smiles with his few teeth.
“She didn’t pass by here? She usually goes this route when she walks home.” I start to worry as I stare at Randy waiting for his answer.
“Ohh Jonathan! Don’t worry she probably took the forest route! Way quicker than taking the roads or waking past here. You see when I was a kid-” Randy starts out as he places his hands in his cane and leans back.
“Umm! I’ll talk to you soon Randy! I have to go.” I let out quickly as I stomp my foot in the gas in a hurry trying to get to (Y/N)’s house. She never takes the forest way home without me. She freaks out and has a panic attack. She wouldn’t dare to go that way. Ohh my god. I rush out of my car as I park in front of her house. I run around her house yo where he window is in the back and start to climb up. “I guess I’m pulling a Steve then.”
I make it up to her room and try to peak through a crack in her curtains to see her shaking in the corner of her room, staring at the wall waiting for something to pop out as she grips a mixtape I made her in her hand. I let out a load breath as I open up her window and climb in.
“(Y/N)? Oh my god.” I rush over to her as he sheets out a breath and looks at me. I bring her into my arms as I feel her burn up and shake. She must have a cold too. “Shhh it’s okay I’m here for you.”
“J-Jon? Heyy…” She whispers as she snuggles into my chest. I take off her earphones and place them aside and I carry her to her bed and tuck her in.
“Go to sleep. You are burning up right now. I’ll stay here, Okay?” I smile at her and kiss her forehead and lay next to her.
“Hmm okay…” She snuggles even closer to me and my breath hitches as her’s slows down dramatically to tell that she fell asleep.
I wait a few minutes with her in my arms. I stare down at her and wish I had my camera with me because she looks so beautiful and peaceful in my arms.
“I love you, (Y/N).” I let out in a whisper voice and I play with her hair as she sleeps.
(Y/N)’s eyes open quickly and she stares up at me. “Y-you what? Wait back up. I thought you didn’t love me. I thought you still liked Nancy? B-but I’m fine with it I mean I like you too but I can’t. Wait are you sure you like me? Are you positive. Ohh my god, am I rambling? I think I am-”
I cut her off as I hear that she likes me too in that jumbled up speech. “I never liked Nancy. I’ve always liked you. I just spend time with Nancy because she is my first friend. I mean you are my first friend but I want us to be more. You know? Ohh am I rambling now? Sorry.”
I feel heat rise up in my cheeks as I try to turn my head but (Y/N)’s hands grab my head and she stares at me.
“Really? Like really really? Like positively really? Because this feels like a fictional relationship right now you know? Like really?” A grin spreads across her cheeks and I grab her waist and bring her impossibly close to me.
“Really. So umm I don’t know how to say this but do you want to be my girl? Or something like that.” I let out a small laugh and look up at her with my cheeks now a blazing red color.
(Y/N) lets out a squeak and grabs my neck and pulls me into a kiss. I melt into the kiss as her soft lips mold against mine. I let out a small chuckle as I can taste a slight chocolate flavor on them. She pulls away and says something that I’ve been waiting to hear nearly my whole life.
“Of course. I will be your girlfriend, Jonathan Byers.

Distraction Part 1

A/N: There will be another part to this.

Summery: Reader helps her brother, Sherlock in a case and he figures out that she has a new partner.

Word count: 2253

Warnings: Possible swearing and violence Possibly worse. You have been warned.

Master list Part 2

Your name: submit What is this?

“Um, Sherlock there’s a woman outside for you.” John said, slightly confused as he walked into the flat. “Who is she?” Sherlock said as he continued to clean his violin.

“She didn’t say, but she called you Sherly.” Sherlock, paused before looking up at John, he placed the violin on the table next to him and looked out the window, down at the smiling woman. She was in a black classic car with sunglasses on staring right back at him. She made a small wave at him before he grabbed his coat. “Come on John, we have a case.” Sherlock said as he hurried down the stairs to greet the woman.

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Two Weeks (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could you please write something fluffy and Christmas-related with (Tom Holland’s) Peter Parker?

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1,729

Warnings: None

A/N: Wow! Longest imagine yet! I really loved this request, and when I started writing I just couldn’t stop. I just love Peter. Just look at that cutie! FYI, (Y/L/N) means “your last name,” (Y/F/M) means “your favorite movie,” and (E/C) means “eye color.” Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and Merry Christmas!

Originally posted by qothams

“You’re staring again, Peter,” Ned, his best friend, mumbles to Peter. 

“Wha-?” Peter asks, snapping out of his day dream. Coming back to reality, a soft blush now creeps up his neck. “Sorry, I was just-”

“Staring at (Y/N)?” Ned asks, smirking. “You know, if you wanted to talk to her, you could just go up and say ‘hi.’”

Shaking his head, Peter begins picking at the pizza on his plate. “No, she would never like me.” As lunch went on, Peter found himself staring at you once again. You were over at your table of friends, laughing along to whatever joke was just told. It was December 21st, the last day of school before Christmas break and you and your friends were exchanging gifts. Peter sees that your friend got you a (Y/F/C) scarf and he smiles to himself. Good, Peter thinks, watching you hug your friend, it’s her color. She always looks great in that color. Once again, Peter was snapped out of his daydream as the lunch bell rings, making him drag his feet towards History. 

“Aunt May, I’m home,” Peter calls out, turning the key in its lock. Stepping through the door, he sees his Aunt rounding the corner.

“Peter! You’re here!” She exclaims, pulling him into a bone-crunching hug. “Guess who’s christmas card we just got? The (Y/L/N)’s! And they’ve invited us to their annual Christmas Party on Friday. Isn’t that great?”

Peter, shocked, just stands there nodding his head. Once the words came out of Aunt May’s mouth, his mind was already in over-drive. What am I going to wear, Peter thought, still nodding his head. What am I going to do? I might make myself look like a fool in front of her! Who am I kidding, I always make myself look like a fool in front of her. Still vaguely nodding his head at his Aunt, a little light bulb lights up in his head. Mr. Stark!

“Uh, Aunt May, I have to, uh, go to my room. Lots of homework,” Peter mumbles, feet walking fast towards his room.

“But it’s break!” He hears his Aunt shout, but he doesn’t acknowledge her. All that he needs to do right now is get ahold of Mr. Stark and get girl advice from him.

“Please pick up, please pick up,” Peter chants to himself, waiting for his brand new computer screen (courtesy of Mr. Stark) to light up. Seeing the blue bubble next to Mr. Stark’s name turn green, Peter throws his hands up into the air in victory just as Mr. Stark’s face fills the screen.

“What’s up, boy-wonder?” Mr. Stark asks, briefly looking up at the screen as he continues to tinker with the gauntlet in his hand.

“I, uh,” Peter mumbles, feeling a blush start to creep up his neck once more. “I have a problem…”

“And that is?” 

“Well, there’s this girl…” Peter starts, but is soon interrupted.

“A girl? Boy-wonder likes someone? Tell me immediately.” Mr. Stark demands, now giving Peter his full attention. Peter, blushing even more now, starts to tell him all about you. About how your smile lights up the room, about how your (E/C) eyes are so deep that he could get lost in them forever. Wrapping up his little rant with the fact that he is going to your Christmas party that Friday, only two days away, Peter voices his concerns.

“Man, you got it bad,” Mr. Stark starts. “Okay, all you have to do is just try to start up a conversation with her. Find out what she likes, and then become the expert on that thing. When you go to talk to her, she will be so impressed. Then, all you have to do is turn on the charm. Flirt a little, gently touch her arm or whatever. You got this, so don’t worry.”

“Th-thanks Mr. Stark,” Peter breathes out. “I don’t really have anyone to help me out with this stuff, and I sure wasn’t going to ask Aunt May…”

“How is the lovely lady, anyways?” Mr. Stark asks, eyebrow raising.

“Nope. Not happening,” Peter says, putting his foot down. “Anyways, I have to go. Thanks for the help.”

“Anytime, boy-wonder.”

That Friday night, Peter stood in front of his bedroom mirror, making sure he looked alright. He wore dark jeans with a Christmas t-shirt and his black converse. Hoping that this was enough, Peter exited his room before he realized that he forgot something. Cologne! Running back to his room, he briefly sprayed himself with the cologne, and exited his room once more. Meeting Aunt May in the car, they begin their drive over to (Y/N)’s apartment in south Bronx. Right as they were pulling up to your complex, Peter felt the nerves kick in. Breathe, Pete. You can do this. You’re freaking Spider-Man, for crying out loud! Peter told himself. After all, he had spent the last two days prepping himself with information about (Y/F/M). He even watched it. As the car came to a stop on the street, Peter let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. Lets do this.

Walking up the stairs to your apartment, he felt his heart start to pound as Aunt May knocked on the door. Not even a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal you, smiling brightly with that new scarf hanging around your neck.

“Hi!” You greeted. “Come on in!” You called out, letting the both of them in. Heart still pounding, he felt like his heart was about to explode when you turned to him.

“Hey, Peter. Long time no see, huh?” You asked with a giggle, and Peter felt like he died and went to Heaven right there. Be cool, he reminded himself.

“Y-yeah,” Peter stuttered, before clearing his throat. Smiling once more, you took his hand, oh God, and led him through your apartment.

“I’m really glad you came, I thought I was going to be stuck here with my parent’s stuffy friends and work buddies. But thankfully, you showed up.” You say, stopping when you reach your bedroom door. “Do you want to just hide out in here while we let them do their thing?” You asked, still holding onto his hand.

Boy, would I, Peter thought. Nodding his head yes, he lets you pull him through your door. Entering into your room, you sit on the small couch next to your bed. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” You ask, kneeling down next to your movie collection. I prepared for this, Peter thought to himself.

“Uh, yeah. How about (Y/F/M)?” He asks, seeing you light up.

“You like that one too?” You ask, shocked. Nodding his head, he sees you smile at him. “I thought I was the only one. All my friends hate it. I always thought they were weird because of that.”

“I don’t see why they don’t like it,” Peter responds with a smile. “The plot is amazing.”

“I know, right?” You say, popping in the movie. “Let me go steal some Christmas cookies real quick for us. Be right back.”

And with that, you left. Peter automatically begins to adjust his clothes and hair, trying to make himself look better. He just finished when you returned and sat down next to him. Silently pressing play, you sank back into the couch next to him, right up against his arm. Feeling a bit brave, he draped his arm across your shoulders, and smiled when he felt you cuddle up closer to his side. This is going great, Peter thought, relaxing as he watched the movie.

Stretching, the both of you stood up as the end credits started to show up on the screen.

“That was great, Peter,” You say with a smile. “I really enjoyed watching a movie with you.”

Feeling that familiar heat start to creep up his neck once more, he smiled back at you. “M-me too.” Looking at his watch, he realized how late it had actually gotten. “Aw, crap, Aunt May has to work tomorrow. We have to leave now, I think.” Peter says, seeing your smile fall a bit.

“Okay,” You say a bit softer. “Lets go find her.” As the two of you began to walk through the house again, Peter felt like he never wanted to leave. Finding Aunt May, they start to walk to the door, with (Y/N) leading them out.

“It was nice having you guys here,” You start, mainly looking at Peter. “I’ll see you in two weeks, yeah?”

“Y-yeah. See you in two weeks.” Peter says a little sadly. Walking away from the door with Aunt May, Peter hears the door click shut. Well, Peter thought, it was great while it lasted. Walking back down to their parked car, Peter just exited the building as the snow drifted down. Right when he was about to step off the curb, he hears you yell.

“Peter, wait!” You shout, pushing the doors open. Stopping in his tracks, he turns around to see you running towards him. Just when you were about to stop, you slipped on a patch of ice, but luckily Peter caught you. Standing you back up, you push your hair out of your face. 

“Whoah, sorry ‘bout that,” You begin, fixing your hair as the snowflakes fell down on it. “Thanks for coming tonight, it meant a lot to me.” You confessed. Peter once more felt the heat rush through his body.

“N-no problem. It meant a lot to m-me too,” Peter mumbles out, seeing you smile once more. Looking up at your window, Peter sees your parents yelling down for you to come back upstairs into the warmth. Shaking your head at them, you turned back to Peter.

“I should probably go,” You start. “Anyways, I came down to give you something.” Peter, confused, raised his eyebrow. “Merry Christmas,” You say hurriedly. Just when Peter was about to respond, you place your lips onto his. Shocked, Peter just stands there for a second, too stunned to kiss back. Kiss back, you idiot! Your dream girl is kissing you! Peter shouts to himself. All too soon, you pull back before he could even kiss back. Looking a bit defeated, you start to back up. Peter then snapped back into reality, grabbing your arm quickly, before you walked away too far. Before you could even say a word, he crashes his lips onto yours, holding you close. Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you feel the warmth spread throughout your body. Pulling back, you smile even brighter than all the times that you did that night.

“So,” You say, breathless. “See you in two weeks?”

Smirking, Peter pecks your lips. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to see you a lot sooner than two weeks.” Nodding your head, you pull back from him as you walk back up to your apartment.

Best day ever! Peter said to himself, walking back to the parked car.

“So,” Aunt May began, smiling at her nephew. “You and (Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” Peter said smiling to himself. “Me and (Y/N).”


Requested by anonymous: can you do one where y/n has a miscarriage as a result of an altercation with paparazzi and Shawn absolutely flips his shit?

Note: I’m not crying, you’re crying

But another thing: miscarriages cannot exactly happen due to certain altercations with high stress situations, so I kind of made one up that involved the paparazzi. Forgive me, it just seemed more logical :)


They say when you lose a child, you lose a piece of you. You had begun to feel like the people who said that, were completely right.

You had asked the doctor multiple times: what can cause a miscarriage?

They obviously gave you their medical opinion, saying that stress is a big factor, however not the only underlying cause. Usually, the causes of miscarriages are without your control or unknown. But, things like stressful divorces, severe financial problems, or a death of a close family member can cause major issues with the child’s developing health. 

That wasn’t the issue.

Today marked you as six months pregnant, to which Shawn decided he wanted to go out to dinner because in three to two short months, your baby girl would come into the world. You had entered your second trimester, to which you and Shawn thought you were safe from any surprises happening. You two were obviously, utterly, and completely wrong.

You hadn’t felt right all day, something unknown was bothering and you know what they say - a mother’s instinct’s are always true. Yet, you pushed on and let Shawn take you into downtown Toronto - despite you telling him that the paparazzi would be notified and you two should just stay in Pickering. There were plenty of very good and very cute restaurants in Pickering that were just as good as downton Toronto.

The two of you settled on Hy’s Steakhouse, though, a couple streets away from Toronto City Hall.

The cramping started around the time you had arrived at the restaurant, though you had just thought they were braxton hicks and not worth mentioning to Shawn at first - that would later on be a mistake, you had realized.

You ignored them for as long as you could, until you couldn’t anymore.

“Baby, you okay?” Shawn asked you, his eyebrows scrunching together in concern.

“Yeah,” you covered it up. “I just need to use the bathroom, baby girl is kicking my bladder pretty hard.” You nervously laughed and Shawn chuckled, nodding.

When you found an empty stall, you glanced down quickly and then back up - but something caught your eye, compelling you to look back down.

The cramps became worse with every minute you spent in the stall and the sliver of blood trailing down the inside of both of your legs confirmed your suspicions. Something was definitely wrong.

When you didn’t come out of the bathroom for fifteen minutes, Shawn could sense something was wrong as well and got up, heading for the ladies’ restroom. He did feel slightly uneasy, knowing someone did call the paps and there were about seven waiting for you and him outside.

“Y/N?” You heard Shawn call your name and you weakly told him which stall you were in.

You had unlocked the stall so Shawn could get in and when he did, his heart dropped.

“Shawn, something’s wrong.” You say, shakily, clutching the wall.

Shawn notices the blood running down your leg and it was suddenly like his fight or flight kicked in, knowing he needed to get you to a hospital.

“John, I need you to bring my car around front, it’s an emergency.” Shawn spoke fast into his phone as you two walk out of the bathroom.

Things seemed to be going in slow motion for you and you couldn’t tell if it was from your fear that something was wrong, the pain you were in, your worry about Shawn, or all three.

Lights flashed in your face, temporarily blinding you and freaking you out, even though you were holding onto Shawn’s arm. You hear Shawn yelling obscenities and even though he’s right next to you, you feel like he’s miles away - your brain feels fuzzy and the pain has become almost too awful to bare.

You don’t exactly remember the ride to Toronto General Hospital, but you remember Shawn saying the words “I don’t know what’s happening, but something isn’t okay.”

The panic in Shawn’s face and voice did nothing to help calm your nerves, but in fact, made you feel helpless. You knew that if there was something wrong, you couldn’t do anything about it and neither could Shawn.

As of right now, you don’t know how to feel as you and Shawn sit in a painfully quiet room, feeling numb after hearing the words: “we’re very sorry for your loss, we’re going to give you a few minutes before we have to carry on with the procedure. A psychiatrist will be on stand-by for both of you.”

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to cry, you definitely wanted to cry, but you couldn’t.

Shawn sat in a chair on the other side of the room - completely disconnected from reality. He yelled at the doctor, of course, telling her that she could’ve done something, but the doctor just told him that if they had gotten there ten minutes earlier, then they could’ve done something - but not anymore.

Shawn had called his parents who were on their way, and then called yours, who had to fly in from Vancouver. But besides the yelling and the phone calls, Shawn hadn’t said a word.

His head rested in his hands as quiet sobs escaped his mouth, causing his body to shake.

According to the sites and books, partners were supposed to lean on each other in times like this. But, it occured to you that Shawn was not wanting to lean at the very moment.

You believe that you haven’t been able to fully process that your baby, a tiny person that was created by Shawn and yourself, the little girl that you were convinced was going to have Shawn’s beautiful brown eyes and his singing voice and his upmost kindness and compassion; was gone.

You rested your hands on your bump, knowing she was still in there, just not the same way.

It boggled you how one moment, you and Shawn could be painting a nursery, and next she wasn’t going to even see it.

There was a small knock on the door as the doctor appeared.

“It’s time.” She said softly and you rested your head backwards, tears pooling in your eyes as you thought that this wasn’t how you imagined it.

Shawn’s head shot up, his eyes bloodshot and face blotchy.

He came by you, resting his hand in yours and you come across the fact that this was the first time you two had touched each other in about an hour.

As the doctor had explained it to you earlier, the procedure was going to be executed like any other birth, for the main reason that the baby was too big to do it any other way. You were wheeled into the delivery room, Shawn right beside you as you proceeded to give birth to your baby girl - but not crying of happiness once you knew it was over - of sadness. Shawn cried, harder than you believe you’ve ever seen anyone cry and it ached for you to see the man you loved in so much pain.

As for you, you were still numb, only feeling parts of it. You definitely felt empty after the baby was carried away, going back to the bit about losing a piece of you. Except, you felt like all of what you had, had been taken with your little girl.

Shawn had pulled you into his chest as you both cried together, your fist clutching his t-shirt, your heart aching to hear any sign of life from your child.

As you were wheeled back into your regular room, you had declined on wanting to see your child - you knew it was only going to make you feel so much more lost, if that was even possible.

Karen and Manny showed up, leaving Aaliyah at Timera’s house.

You watched as Shawn walked out into the hall as his parents arrived, leaving your side. You weren’t able to hear anything, just witness Shawn crumble into a fit of sobs into his father’s arms.

Karen, so desperately wanting to be with her baby boy, came to your side, leaving her purse on the chair as you did exactly what Shawn did in front of is father: fall apart.

“Her name,” you said in choked sobs. “Her name was Renee Karen Mendes.”

And as you completely fell to pieces, Karen held you in her arms.

Returning to your home was the strangest feeling.

Everything was so different and it made you want to scream; you were different.

Your stomach was noticeably flatter than it was when you left the house for dinner two days ago, which made you feel like half of yourself.

Shawn had barely uttered three sentences to you while you were at the hospital, making you feel lonely.

You clutched the papers that the doctor had given you in your hands, phone numbers for grief counselors and psychiatrists and groups. You wanted none of that, you simply wanted Shawn to hold you until you felt better - which obviously wasn’t going to occur overnight.

You had made a comment about Shawn’s detached behavior towards you to your doctor as you were leaving, she reminded you that it was clearly his way of processing with the sudden tragedy that struck your family. She had told you to try talking to him, but don’t forget about what you needed to comfort yourself.

What you needed was Shawn.

Shawn ordered takeout for dinner and you two sat quietly on the couch, forks picking up food and shoveling it into your mouths.

You however, only had a couple bites before you decided that you weren’t hungry.

“You have to eat, Y/N.” Shawn mumbled, sadly.

“I’m not hungry.” You state.

You had just lost a child, if you weren’t hungry, then so be it.

Shawn didn’t say anything else.

As you two drifted towards your bedroom, you avoided the end of the hall, knowing exactly what was in the room. Pain.

You and Shawn kept your space as you crawled into bed, your body itching for his touch, just to know that he was there for you.

He turned off the light.

“Goodnight, Shawn.” You say.


And that was that.

Three nights later, you awoke to an empty bed next to you, at an early hour.

Shawn and you had begun to talk again, but it wasn’t the same. You two needed to process this on your own first, before you could process it together - or at least, that’s what your doctor said.

“Shawn?” You call through your home. Empty.

That was definitely not a good sign.

So, the only person you knew you could call was Manny, knowing his son better than anyone you knew.

“I don’t know where he is!” You cried, getting more worried by the minute. “He’s been gone for at least four hours, Manny! I don’t know where he is or where he could’ve gone, but I can’t lose the baby and him.

“You aren’t going to lose him, Y/N.” Manny grabbed your face and spoke strictly.

Tears rushed down your cheeks, not being able to help the sinking feeling in your stomach.

It was hours later when Shawn showed back up.

Karen, Aaliyah, Manny and your parents had been at your house for at least two hours now - trying to figure out where he could’ve been.

“What the fuck, Shawn?!” You screamed, more tears dripping off of your chin.

Your eyes trailed to his fists, that were bruised and bloodied, and all you wanted to do was hold him so bad. But, he wouldn’t let you.

“What did you do?” You yell, wanting answers.

“I went after the bastard paps that did this, Y/N.” Shawn spoke quietly, but angrily, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Did what?!” You ask, throwing your arms up in the air.

“They took our little girl away from us!” Shawn yelled, causing you to let out a sob. “How the fuck could I let them get away with something like that, Y/N?” He spoke. “How could I let them get away with turning our lives upside down? They did that, if we had gotten to the hospital ten minutes earlier, she could still be here!”

“It was probable, but not likely!” You tried to argue, knowing you wouldn’t win.

“Those assholes stalled us for about five minutes, causing us to lose our child. I wasn’t going to let them think that nothing wrong happened. They killed our daughter!”

“No, you’re wrong! They didn’t kill her, Shawn, it was a viral infection - you heard what the doctor said!” You screamed, crossing your arms.

“Fuck what the doctor said!”

“Shawn,” Karen warned her son, just as distraught and probably frightened to see her son in this state.

“I just…” Shawn stopped, falling to the ground in a heap of sobs, you coming right after him - wrapping your arms around him.

“Listen, Shawn, we’re going to get through this, together. Okay? I love you so much, please talk to me, you’re not alone.” You cried, holding him against you, him holding back.

“I love you, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I love you so much, I’m so sorry.”

Malia- You’re Here

Request-  Malia X girl reader. We’re after Malia turns into a human she finds out the reader is her sister and tells her thank you

A/N- Hope you like it!

“…a couple of questions, and I promise I’ll leave,” you heard a low voice say.
It was coming from the front door, and as you popped your head around the corner of the hall, you saw your father standing there with his back to you. Sheriff Stilinski was standing in your doorway, and judging by your father’s tone of voice, he wasn’t happy to see him.
“New evidence?” he asked.
“Possibly,” Stilinski answered.
Your breath caught in your throat as you realized that they must be talking about Malia. It was eight years ago that your mother and your two sisters had died in a freak car accident, causing their Toyota to run off the road and into a deep ravine. Before the police could get to their bodies, they had been picked at by coyotes, and the worst part was that they never found your older sister Malia. To your father, there had never been a question of whether or not she was dead, but you had never been sure.
You and Malia had only been born a year apart, and while you occasionally fought, the two of you had always been close. You had been tucked into bed the night of the crash, home sick with a high fever. Your father had offered to take care of you while your mom took your sisters out to a movie. She didn’t want them catching whatever you had, and she also wanted to give you a chance to get some rest without your sisters pestering you.
You remembered how Malia had argued with her that night. She had been hellbent on staying with you, but your mom had insisted that she come with them. The last thing you remembered Malia saying was that she wished they were all dead.
When you woke up later that night to your father sobbing in the kitchen, your fever-addled brain tried to make sense of what was happening. You were only eight years old, but from the number of police officers crowding your living room and that fact that your mom and sisters were nowhere in sight, you guessed something was wrong.
It took you several years to truly understand the gravity of what had happened to your family, but when you did, you began to ask questions. It didn’t make sense to you that Malia’s body had gone missing, despite your father’s explanation that it had been dragged off by coyotes. It might have been a little morbid, but you were obsessed with understanding what had happened.
Maybe you were a little too eager to find out, but who could blame you for wanting to know what had happened to your sister? You thought about Malia nearly every day, and you were thinking about her as you leaned forward, eager to hear what the Sheriff had to say. The aging floor suddenly creaked under your weight, causing your dad to look over his shoulder.
He met your eyes and sighed. “Y/n, can you please go to your room?”
It wasn’t really a question. You opened your mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes told you that you wouldn’t be able to argue. Your father didn’t appreciate your fascination with finding answers. To him, it just brought back bad memories that he would rather not relive.
“Fine,” you muttered, turning your back on him and walking down the hall.
You headed toward the back of the house, but as you passed by the door to you and Malia’s old bedroom, you heard shuffling and growling coming from inside. The door was cracked a little, and you assumed your dog had gotten into the room, but when you heard the voices, you knew it wasn’t just Apollo.
“Okay, buddy, you’re gonna have to try something,” a voice was saying quietly. “Uh, nice puppy?”
You shoved open the door just as Apollo began to bark wildly. There were two boys standing in the middle of Malia’s room, and when they saw you, their eyes went wide. They looked about your age and you guessed they had gotten in through the back door they were currently standing in front of.
Your first thought was that they might have been trying to break in, but it was three in the afternoon. They also looked a lot more terrified than you were, considering that they were the ones in your house. If they were burglars, then they weren’t very good ones.
“Apollo!” your father shouted from the kitchen. “Shut up! Y/n, tell that dog to shut the hell up!”
You glanced down at Apollo, and then back up at the boys, who were still standing there with their mouths agape.
“Apollo,” you finally said, placing your hand on the dog’s back. “Heel.”
The dog’s barking faded into a whine, and he sat back on his haunches. You eyed the boys curiously. “Can I help you?”
“We, uh, we were-” the one with the crooked jaw stuttered.
“Just leaving,” the other finished. “We got the wrong house. Our bad.”
He was tall, with dark hair and moles dotting his face. You raised your eyebrows at him.
“The wrong house?” you repeated. “My driveway is, like, a mile long.”
The second one pursed his lips. “Really? I, uh, didn’t even notice.”
You rolled your eyes. “ If you guys are trying to steal something, you’re not very good at
breaking and entering.”
“We didn’t break anything,” he protested.
“We did enter though,” the first one said, looking slightly ashamed.
“You did see the cop car in front of the house, right?” you wondered, squinting at them.
The one with the moles gave you a one-shouldered shrug, and that was when you realized that they didn’t seem surprised. They knew the Sheriff was there, which meant that they probably weren’t trying to break in. And now that you were really looking at them, you began to realize that you had seen them before, probably at school.
“Maybe I should get my dad…”
“No, no, no, no, no!” they both exclaimed.
“Then you have five seconds to tell me what’s going on, before I sick Apollo on you,” you informed them.
“We’d better tell her Scott,” the second one said with a sigh.
“Stiles,” the other guy, Scott, said uneasily. “I don’t know.”
“Stiles?” you questioned.
“That’s my name,” he confirmed, before turning back to Scott. “She’s got a right to know. This is her sister we’re talking about.”
You cleared your throat. “She’s right here, so do either one of you want to tell me what the hell is going on?”
“We don’t think what happened to your family was just an accident,” Stiles blurted.
“What?” you gasped.
“Stiles!” Scott scolded.
“What?” Stiles demanded. “My dad is in there telling Mr. Tate the same thing.”
“Your dad,” you stated in confusion. “Wait a minute. You’re the Sheriff’s son!”
He nodded. “Yeah, and we’re here because we’re trying to find your sister. Well, we’re trying to find her body.”
“Her body,” you stated, feeling your heart starting to sink. “Right, because she’s dead.”
You closed your eyes. Of course they were trying to look for her body and not just her, because no one but you had ever believed she was still alive. Of course the strange guys in your room wouldn’t believe any differently.
“You say that like she’s not,” Stiles stated, raising his eyebrows.
You sighed and walked over to sit on the edge of your old bed, the one directly across from Malia’s. “I don’t know,” you admitted, running your fingers over the quilt. “It sounds crazy. I was just eight when she died, but I’ve always felt like she’s still around. And they never found her body. Does that make sense to you?”
“Yeah,” Stiles said slowly. “About that…someone might have taken her body.”
“So, not only did someone murder most of my family,” you stated shakily. “But they took my older sister’s body. Why?”
“We don’t know,” Scott admitted.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Stiles informed you. “But we can’t find the body without her scent.”
“Her scent?” you questioned. “Do you have a bloodhound hidden in your jacket or something?”
“Uh, sort of,” Scott told you. “You’re just gonna have to trust us for now.”
You pursed your lips and looked up at the boys. You had no reason to trust them, but if they could help find your sister, or god forbid, her body, then you needed their help.
“You can find out what happened?” you questioned. “You can help find my sister?”
Scott and Stiles shared a look, making you acutely aware that they knew much more than they were willing to share. “We can try.”

“It’s this way,” you announced, shining your flashlight down toward a dip in the hill you were currently climbing.
Scott and Stiles followed closely behind, talking quietly between themselves as you led the way to the sight of the accident.
“Y/n, are you sure you know where you’re going?” Stiles asked as he jogged up to you. “Scott can get GPS on his phone.”
“I know the way,” you told him. “I’ve been out here hundreds of times. I like to leave flowers.”
Stiles felt understanding flood through him, as physical as any pain. You left flowers by the car in the same way that he left flowers at his mother’s grave, but in a way, you were worse off than he was. Maybe you could bring them to the graves of your mom and younger sister, but Malia would be forgotten in a place like that. You probably knew that, and Stiles admired that you would trek out here to do that for her.
“That’s really cool,” he said softly. “I leave flowers for my mom.”
You smiled softly. “I do too. They always get stolen though. At least out here no one will touch them.”
“You know, my dad always says it’s the gesture,” Stiles told you. “You know, that that’s what makes it mean something.”
“Huh,” you remarked. “That’s comforting…You know, I think we’re getting cl-”
You paused as a high pitched yowl spread through the air, causing Stiles to stumble. He grabbed onto your shoulder in fear, which made you fumble with your phone until it finally toppled out of your hands and fell into a deep puddle at the bottom of the hill. You huffed and looked back at Stiles, who sucked in air through his teeth.
“Sorry, Y/n,” he apologized. “I hate coyotes, so much. They always sound like they’re mauling some tiny, helpless, little animal.”
“Yeah, we’ve had kind of a problem with them in the past,” you admitted, sliding down the hill and pulling your phone out of the puddle.  It still worked, but the battery was close to dying, so you shut off the flashlight. Scott had brought his own anyway.
“A coyote problem?” Stiles questioned.
“Yep,” you told him, wiping the phone on your jacket. “They’ve been in the yard. We used to find a bunch of dead animal carcasses behind the house. Doesn’t happen so much anymore, but now we actually see them instead of their leftover dinner.”
“You see coyotes in your backyard?” Scott questioned as he cleared the hill.
“Just about once a week,” you confirmed. “But I’m starting to think it’s the same one. It just shows up, over and over again.”
“I would piss my pants,” Stiles informed you. “Like, clean through.”
You laughed softly. “It’s not so bad. It never does anything. It usually just sits out there, but my dad saw it and freaked. I guess because of what happened after the accident, but…I don’t know. I thought it was kind of cool that it just liked to hang around.”
You paused, your boots sinking in the dirt as you scanned the trees.
“Let me see your flashlight,” you said to Scott, reaching out.
You shined it through the trees, and your breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on the familiar sight of the overturned car. Seeing this always sent a shiver through you, possibly because it was where your family had spent their last moments, if they weren’t already dead first. Maybe they had been, and for their sake, you hoped that was the case.
“Y/n, are you alright?” Scott asked. “We could wait a minute if you need-”
“No,” you cut him off. “I’m fine. Get what you need.”
“Why wouldn’t they move it? Isn’t it evidence?” Scott wondered as you walked over to the car. It was flipped onto its back and the twisted metal was overgrown with eight years of foliage.
“Too much of a pain the ass to pull out,” you remarked bitterly. “Besides, it was just an accident.”
“Or that’s what they say,” Stiles said softly. He knelt in front of the car and squinted, watching as you shined the flashlight onto the doors of the car. “Hey, look at this. You see those?”
“Claw marks,” you stated. “Coyotes scavenged the wreck. We knew that.”
“Yeah, but animal claws would be closer together,” Stiles stated, glancing at Scott. “A lot closer. Right?”
“What else has claws?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at them.
“Uh,” Scott began. “Well-”
“H-hey!” Stiles cried awkwardly, gesturing toward the car. “What’s that?”
You and Scott both watched as he leaned into the car and pulled out a small bundle of fabric and plastic. It was streaked with dirt and its limbs were misshapen, but you would have recognized that doll anywhere.
“Oh my god,” you whispered. “That was my little sister’s.”
“Oh,” Stiles said with a frown. “Uh, here.”
He began to hand it to you, but a cheery voice called out “I’m hungry!”, causing the three to practically jump out of your skin. Stiles and Scott yelped, and you placed a hand on your heart to try and stop its rapid beating.
“I think I just had a minor heart attack,” Stiles stated, causing you to laugh softly.
“Okay,” you said, glancing down at the doll that Stiles had dropped on the ground. “What exactly are you guys looking for?”
Scott and Stiles shared another one of those “We know something you don’t” looks, and turned back to you, just as something that sounded like a growl cut through the quiet night. The hair on your arms began to stand up as you glance over into a dark patch of trees. Two bright blue eyes were staring at the three of you from the darkness, but you had a feeling they were going right through you specifically.
“Y/n, please tell me you see that,” Scott begged.
You nodded slowly. “I see it. Probably a coyote. They usually aren’t very aggressive with people, but this one sounds pissed.”
“Oh, great,” Stiles said weakly.
Suddenly the blue eyes disappeared, but before relief could flood through you, Scott took off running into the trees.
“Wh-Scott!” Stiles yelled. “Scott, wait!”
“What the hell is he doing?” you demanded. “He can’t catch that thing! And even if he could, what’s he gonna do? Shake it down and ask where my sister’s body is?”
“He might be able to catch up to it,” Stiles informed you, scratching the back of his neck.
“How?” you demanded. “He’s only human.”
Stiles frowned. “Not exactly.”
“What?” you cried.
“Look, there’s a lot to explain,” Stiles informed you. “And we probably should have told you sooner-”
“Told me what?”
“Will you just…just breathe for a second?” Stiles asked, taking a deep breath himself. “I’m trying to figure out the best way to tell you this.”
You threw up your hands. “Fine. But this better be good, and it better have something to do with my sister.”
“So, I’m sure by now you’ve realized that there are things that happen in this town that…don’t really happen in other places. Like bizarre, serial killings, animal attacks…”
“Coyotes picking off a family after a car wreck,” you said softly.
“Exactly,” he told you. “And what if all those animal attacks and all those serial killings weren’t done by actual animals or people? What if someone happened to be both?”
“An animal…and a person?” you questioned, eyeing Stiles as if he had gone insane. “Like…a werewolf?”
“Exactly like a werewolf!” he cried. “And, Scott, that’s what he is.”
You nodded slowly. You had thought that eight years of grief had driven your father crazy, but he hadn’t actually lost his mind yet. Stiles, on the other hand, was a perfect example of someone who needed to be admitted to a psych ward.
“Well,” you said, slowly backing away. “You should go find Scott, and I’m going to head back.”
“Wait, Y/n, come on!” he cried. “Just-just hear me out!”
“I did,” you insisted. “You’re losing it, Stiles. This doesn’t have anything to do with my sister. This is just you and your idiot friend playing pretend.”
“It has everything to do with your sister,” he protested. “Y/n, we think a werewolf might have caused the car wreck somehow.”
“Stiles, this is insane!” you yelled. “It was an accident okay?! Maybe something happened to her body, but…but I’m never going to know! I never should have come out here with you. I should have realized that.”
“Wait, just-just trust me!” Stiles cried. “Y/n, when Scott gets back, I can prove it. Please, just give me one chance.”
You sighed, and against your better judgement you nodded. “Fine, but this better be worth it. And you better not be planning on murdering me and then dumping my body here. That would not be cool at all.”
Stiles nodded. “I totally agree. Maybe we can look around some more while we’re waiting. It can’t hurt, right?”
You nodded and shined the flashlight around as you walked to your left. “I know most of this area like the back of my hand, but this part’s really overgrown. I haven’t been back here much. If we’re going to find anything, it would be there.”
“Alright, that’s where we’ll start,” Stiles agreed.
“So, provided this whole werewolf story is true,” you said as you pushed away some thin branches. “What exactly are we looking for? More claw marks? Silver bullet casings?”
“Funny,” Stiles said humorlessly. “But no. We’re just looking for anything out of the ordinary.”
“Huh,” you murmured as you glanced around the area you were standing in.
What you thought had been an overgrown section of the woods was now a wide clearing, with a collection of several large rocks. You could just barely see an opening in them in the dark, but you managed to make it out thanks to Scott’s flashlight. “This doesn’t look ordinary.”
Stiles followed you as you knelt inside the little cave, and when you shined your flashlight inside, your breath god in your throat. “Oh my god.”
“What, what is it?” Stiles asked, but when he ducked inside, he already knew the answer. “Oh, god. Coyote den.”
“Yeah,” you whispered. “But that’s not all.”
Stiles looked back at you and saw that your eyes were watering. When he followed your gaze, he saw a tiny blue coat on the floor of the den. It was soiled in dirt and slightly torn, but you would have recognized it anywhere.
“That’s Malia’s coat,” you said softly. “She was wearing it when she left that night.”
Stiles reached out and put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, listen-”
“Stiles! Y/n!” Scott cried.
Footsteps pounded toward you, and you and Stiles scrambled out of the den to find Scott running right for you.
“Guys, I found something,” he informed you.
“So did we,” Stiles told him. “You go first.”
“Uh,” Scott said, eyeing you carefully.
Stiles sighed. “She knows.”
“You told her?!” Scott cried. “Stiles, you can’t just run around telling people that!”
“I know, I know,” Stiles told him with a groan. “Can you just tell us what you found, already?”
Scott eyed you for a few more seconds before opening his mouth. You were beginning to think that this werewolf thing might be more true than you originally thought. Either that, or Scott and Stiles were both batshit crazy.
“I followed the coyote,” Scott explained. “And when I caught up to it, I looked right into its eyes and they were glowing.”
“Glowing?” you questioned.
“Like a werewolf,” Stiles informed you. “You’ll see eventually.”
Scott rolled his eyes. “And then I caught its scent, and I realized that the animal smell in the bedroom wasn’t Apollo at all. It was Malia’s, it was just really stale. But this…this was her.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” you ordered. “You followed her scent? And that led you to a coyote that you think is my sister?”
“Think about it, Y/n,” Stiles told you. “This den, it doesn’t belong to a coyote that took her body. It belongs to her. Her coat’s in there. And you said yourself, a coyote kept showing up on your property.”
“There…there could be hundreds of coyotes out here,” you protested. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“But if they were looking for an easy meal, why wouldn’t they just take your little sister?” Stiles questioned. “She was smaller, right? Easier to take? And easier to get to.”
“I…I guess,” you whispered. “So you’re saying that my older sister is part coyote, part human monster? What does this have to do with the crash?”
“The night of the crash was also the night of a full moon,” Scott told you.
“And you know this because?”
“Because my dad asked us to help,” Stiles told you. “That’s why we sneaked into your house in the first place. We were trying to find something with Malia’s scent so Scott could find her body. We were trying to help my dad close this case.”
“And instead you opened a whole can of worms,” you muttered.
“Alright, true,” Stiles admitted. “But if your sister shifted that night, it could have caused your mom to go off the road. And maybe she realized that what happened was a mistake. Maybe she felt so guilty that she never shifted back. She just ran off into the woods, into this cave.”
“And the coyote that kept showing up in your yard,” Scott offered. “Maybe if it was once, I’d say it was a coincidence. But unless you were feeding her, she had no reason to keep coming back.”
“You think she was checking on me?” you asked. “Even as a coyote?”
“I’d do it,” Stiles said with a shrug. “At least I hope I would.”
You sighed. “Alright, then what do we do? She’s not going to come back here.”
“What do you mean?” Stiles asked.
Scott cursed. “She’s right. She’s not going to come here. We invaded her home. Our scents are all over the place.”
“Well if she’s not gonna come back here, where’s she gonna go?” Stiles asked.
“I don’t know,” Scott admitted.
“Can you track her now, though?” he questioned. “You think you got her scent?”
“Maybe,” Scott told him. “But I’m better at this when I’m a full wolf. I’m still afraid that if I do it, I won’t be able to turn back.”
You blinked, looking from Scott to Stiles. “You can’t control it?”
“Uh, I’ve been having some issues,” Scott admitted.
“You got him at a bad time,” Stiles assured you. “And if you’re gonna help us save your sister, we should probably catch you up.”
“Yeah,” Scott agreed. “But this is basically a crime scene right? I think it might be a little out of my boss’ league.”
“More my dad’s,” Stiles stated. “Let’s call him.”

“You’re sure it was her?” Stiles’ father asked the three of you, looking down at the scarf in his hands. He had pulled it from the den as you stood with Stiles and Scott, and you got the feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated now that you had told him the truth.
You were grouped together a few yards away from Malia’s den, watching as several officers pulled a few sparse evidence bags from it. Blue and red lights flashed behind you from the parked police car, and you couldn’t help but feel like your world was turning upside down.
“I looked her right in the eyes,” Scott told the Sheriff. “And they glowed just like mine.”
“It makes sense, Dad,” Stiles told him.
“But it wasn’t a girl,” the Sheriff stated quietly. “It was a four-legged coyote, right?”
“Well, yeah, but that’s the part that we don’t exactly have figured out yet,” Stiles said, causing you to roll your eyes.
“But if it was a full moon and she changed while her mom was driving, then anything could have happened,” Scott explained.
“Horrible things,” Stiles interjected. “Ripping, shredding, tearing, things.”
He suddenly cast an apologetic glance over at you, realizing he might have been a little too descriptive. “Sorry.”
“We think that if she turned while my mom was driving, she might have lost control and caused the crash,” you told the Sheriff. “If she can heal like they say she can, then she was the only one who could have survived. She blamed herself, ran off into the woods, and she’s been been showing up on and off for the last eight years.”
The Sheriff blinked. “Your missing sister has been showing up for the past eight years?”
“As a coyote,” you said uneasily. “I think.”
“And now she’s trapped as one,” Stiles offered. “Because of the grief, you know?”
“Well that makes sense…” the Sheriff began. “In a chinese folktale! Boys, this is insane. I can’t believe you dragged this poor girl into this. How long has she even known about this?”
“Maybe like forty-five minutes,” you admitted with a shrug. “But Sheriff, if it helps me find my sister-”
“We don’t even know that there’s anything to find,” the Sheriff cut you off. “And I’d advise all three of you to keep this quiet, especially from your father, Y/n.”
The screech of another car pulling up caused the four of you to glance over, and you saw that another cop car had arrived. When your father stepped out, your eyes went wide. “Shit.”
“Aw, hell,” the Sheriff sighed. “Mr. Tate-”
“Y/n?” your father demanded, storming over. “What are you doing out here?”
“Uh…I, uh, couldn’t sleep?” you offered nervously.
“You snuck out,” he stated angrily, grabbing you by the shoulders. “Y/n, what the hell were you thinking? I’ve lost everyone but you and I can’t…I can’t-”
He broke down into tears and brought you into a crushing hug. You patted his back and shared a nervous glance with Scott and Stiles, but you suddenly felt your father go stiff. He released you and glanced down at the scarf in the Sheriff’s hands.
“That’s-that’s hers,” he choked, tearing it out of his hands. “That’s my daughter’s.”
“Mr. Tate-” Sheriff Stilinski started.
“I can’t do this,” your father told him. “I’m taking my daughter, the family I do have, and I’m going home. Y/n, come on.”
“Dad-” you protested.
“Now,” he ordered.
You shot the boys an apologetic shrug and followed your dad to the car he had arrived in. You barely had time to toss Scott your borrowed flashlight before you turned your back on them.
“Great,” Stiles muttered as he watched you disappear. “What’s gonna happen now?”
“I don’t know,” Scott told him. “But we’re gonna get Malia back. And I’m betting we’re going to need Y/n’s help.”

It was the end of the day when Stiles and Scott caught up to you in school. You had been walking out to your father’s car when a strong hand had grabbed you by the arm and hauled you into the stairwell. You gasped, but when you realized it was Stiles’ hand currently resting on your arm, you rolled your eyes. “You couldn’t just call out my name or something?”
“We’re short on time,” Stiles informed you. “We might have found a way to turn your sister back.”
At the mention of Malia, your eyes brightened. “Seriously? How?”
“A roar,” Stiles told you. “Scott’s roar.”
You blinked at Scott, who simply shrugged. “A roar?”
Stiles nodded vigorously. “But we have to tranquilize her first. So we’re going into the woods with a bunch of the others to try to catch her.”
You nodded. “Okay. So what do you need from me?”
“We want you to come with us,” Scott stated. “Having you there might help draw Malia back. You know, make her remember who she used to be.”
“You think I can help?” you questioned.
“We know you can,” Stiles told you. “This is your sister, Y/n. You’re probably her strongest connection to being human. She’s going to need you, even when she turns back.”
You thought about what he was saying for a few seconds. Part of you was terrified that you would just get in the way. This world of monsters and mythical creatures wasn’t yours, yet now it seemed an inescapable part of your life. Your sister was one of them and if there was any hope of getting her back, you wanted to try and help.
“Okay,” you told them. “I’ll tell my dad I’m getting a ride with friends.”

You ripped your helmet off as Scott skidded to a stop in the middle of the woods. The plan to knock Malia out with a tranquilizer dart had failed when Allison shot your father instead. You were okay with it because he had been about to kill Malia, but she had escaped in the process.
You had been chasing after her on Scott’s dirt bike, your arms wrapped around him from behind as Malia’s silvery fur weaved in and out of the trees in front of you. You never would have caught up to her on the bike, and Scott knew this, so he skidded to a stop in the dirt.
You ripped off your helmet before Scott even had a chance to kill the engine, and took off into the woods after your sister, who was nothing more than a grey blur. You ran for a long time, your lungs burning with the effort of trying to catch up to a wild animal. Scott quickly passed you, but you waved him ahead, insisting that he catch Malia.
It wasn’t until you heard the roar that you knew he had found her, and your chest heaved as you ran faster than you ever had in your life. If what Scott had explained earlier was happening, then Malia would be turning back into a human any minute.
You followed the source of the sound, realizing that this part of the woods was all too familiar to you. It was fitting that Scott had chased Malia to the sight of the accident, and as you caught sight of him crouched in front of the decaying car, you could see her wildly shaking her furry head. You watched in shock as her gray fur began to morph into human skin, and her bright blue eyes faded to their familiar brown.
There was now a naked girl lying on the forest floor, and while you had known the coyote was Malia, watching her turn back was an entirely different story. You felt a sob leap from your throat as she picked her head up and examined her smooth hands, no longer calloused paws. She stared around in confusion, and that was when her eyes fell on you.
“Y/n?” she whispered.
You gasped, and ran forward. “Malia, oh god. Malia.”
You slammed into her and she instinctively wrapped her arms around you, and you noticed they were trembling slightly as they rested on your back. “I knew you were alive. I knew.”
She pulled away slightly and reached up to touch your face, running her fingers over your smooth cheek. “You’re so big now.”
You let out a wobbly, breathless laugh. “So are you.”
“You turned me back,” Malia stated. “You made me human?”
You shook your head to glance back at Scott, who had a look of awe on his face. You had so many things you wanted to say to him in that moment. You wanted to hug him, to thank him for giving you your sister back, but you just couldn’t find the words. Your eyes seemed to say enough, because as you glanced back at him, he gave you a firm nod.
“I didn’t,” you explained to Malia. “He did.”
“Still,” she said, glancing up at Scott. “You’re here. Thank you.”
Malia threw her arms around you and held you against her, feeling unexplainable tears fill her eyes. She didn’t entirely understand what was happening, just that it was incredibly important. She had spent the past eight years embracing the animal inside her, but now it was time to brush the feral thoughts aside. She might have missed out on eight years of your life and only saw you in short snippets, but right then, she was there with you. And she would be damned if she missed anymore.

Fate - Let’s go to the beach - AU series

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning: mention of cancer

  • Read part 1 - ‘The start’ HERE
  • Read part 2 - ‘We meet again’ HERE
  • Read part 3 - ‘Best wingwoman ever!’ HERE
  • Read part 4 - ‘Meet mom’ HERE

Theme song: Summer Vibe - Walk Off The Earth

Word count: 2,876

Y/N was dreaming the Grand Canyon when the doorbell rang and she jolted awake; she quickly got out of bed and went to open the front door. A smiling Dean was standing there, “Wakey-wakey, it’s 7 am!”

Her eyes went wide, “Oh man, I’m so sorry… I’ll be ready in five minutes!” She promised, starting to run towards her room to change.

“No need to run… We’re not in a rush!” He said from there shrugging and then he got inside, closing the front door.

“Yeah, but you said at seven, we’re gonna be late…” She replied from her room.

Dean smiled, proud of  his plan, “Not really, I sorta lied to you.”

Her head appeared from the bedroom, “What do you mean ‘lied’?” 

“I knew you were going to be late, so I told you to meet at seven; now you have an hour to get ready and you’re gonna be on time!” He said with a satisfied grin.

He didn’t get any verbal response. Just a pillow, that she grabbed from the couch, came flying at him. He didn’t see it coming and it hit him directly in the face. “Hey, no need to be violent!” He exclaimed offended.

“I was dreaming the Grand Canyon, you idiot! You don’t go and wake people up an hour before! It’s rude!” She stated, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, but I brought you breakfast to apologize.” Dean offered, showing a little bag with the name of their usual diner printed on it.

She was a little surprised by this gesture, “You brought breakfast?”

Dean frowned, “Why so surprised!? We’ve had breakfast together for two months; I didn’t want to interrupt the tradition.” 

Y/N uncrossed her arms and just smiled sweetly.

“What?!” He asked impatiently.

“You know, you’re really adorable when you want to,” she said still smiling at him.

He covered his face with an indignant expression, “I always am!” But, as soon as she picked the pillow from the floor and turned her back to him, to put it back on the couch, he smiled widely.

“Where are the others anyway?” 

“Well, it’s Jessica’s mom’s birthday today, so she won’t be coming,” he started, putting their breakfast on the table., “And that freak of a brother I have had to really go for his morning run. So he’ll get there with Charlie.”

Y/N couldn’t suppress her laugh, “You mean he’ll get there in Charlie’s yellow car?”

Dean smirked and nodded, “That is exactly what I’m saying!”  

“Man, I’d buy tickets for that show.” 

“Well, apparently we’ve gonna have front row seats to that show today.” 

They were both sitting at the table eating when Dean noticed something, “Hey, where did you get that bruise from?” He asked, a frown showing up on both their faces.

“What bruise?” 

“This one.” He answered, pointing at her forearm. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t have it yesterday.”

She hadn’t noticed it yet and, when she did, realization hit her. But she wasn’t going to think about it, just for today. She was going to deal with it tomorrow. She made sure of not showing any concern when she replied, “I probably slammed it somewhere, don’t worry about it.”  And, before he could say anything, she stood up. “I’m gonna go get ready, I’ll be quick.” 

Once inside her room, she looked at her forearm again, and her heart broke a little. I’m not gonna think about it! Just for today… She thought, taking a deep breath. Then she started to change her clothes.

Two hours later Dean was parking his car in front of a lovely white wooden house with blue fixtures; Charlie’s car was already there. 

“Man, this is your beach house? It’s beautiful!” 

“Yeah, I love it here!” Dean admitted smiling and getting out of the car. She followed him. Mary and her husband noticed them and started to walk to meet them halfway.

“Good morning,” Mary welcomed them, hugged them both.

“Morning,” Y/N replied, onsmiling. Mary had this power of making her feel safe; she shared this trait with Dean for sure.

“Hey mom,” Dean greeted her and then his father. “Hey, Dad,” he said giving him a quick hug and Y/N’s heart grew in her chest. She could see how much he loved his family and it was heartwarming. His dad smiled, hugging him back, “It’s been a while, huh, son?”.

“Definitely!” Dean admitted and then continued, “Dad, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my dad.”

“Nice meeting you sir,” she smiled, offering her hand.

“None of that. Call me John,” He replied shaking her hand with a smile on his face.

“Sammy and Charlie are already down at the beach; why don’t you guys go meet them? We are going to make some sandwiches and see you there,” Mary proposed.

“All right! If you need help with something let me know,” Dean replied as he started to walk alongside Y/N towards the beach. Once they got there they noticed that Sam was talking on the phone while Charlie was enjoying the view, listening to some music with her headphones on. When she spotted them, she went to her feet and walked towards them, “Dudes! This place is amazing!” 

“I know, right?!” Dean said satisfied, watching the sea.

But Charlie’s mind was now busy with another thought. “Hey Dean, give me a second with Y/N. We need to talk about some girly stuff,” she said suddenly with a serious face.

“Why are you girls so rude in the morning?” He asked, pretend to be offended.

Y/N knew what Charlie wanted to talk about and she couldn’t avoid it, this much was sure; so she wanted to just do it and stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. “Go, Dean,” she sighed, already preparing herself to admit the truth to her red-headed friend.

“Or what?” He questioned playfully. “You don’t have any pillows to throw at me here,” he said smugly.

“No, but I have plenty of sea stones!” She replied with a smug expression herself.

Dean’s face got serious and it was clear that he was looking for an answer but that he was unable to find it so he decided to leave them alone. “I have plenty of sea stones,” he muttered, mocking her as he started walking towards Sam.

When Charlie decided that Dean was far enough she started, “How did the checkup go? Everything okay?”

Y/N sighed, “I’m gonna tell you but then we’ll stop talking about it until tomorrow. Deal?”

Her friend was concerned already at this answer but she agreed, “Deal.”

“I’m going to have the results tomorrow… so nothing is sure yet but -” 

“Y/N I swear you’re worrying me… Did something happened?” 

Y/N wrapped her arms around herself before answering, “I got this nosebleed two day ago.” 

Charlie was quick to reply, “That could mean nothing. Sometimes it’s just the heat.” She was growing scared by the second but she didn’t want to worry her friend more than she was already.

“Yeah, I really wanted to think that,” Y/N admitted sadly. “But then this morning  I woke up with this,” she continued showing her bruised forearm. The fear she was trying to contain was on the verge to break out. “I know what it means, I’m not stupid,” she sighed, shaking her head slightly with wet eyes already. “I’m not that lucky to have two coincidences like this in two days and be okay…I know I’m not okay…” she wiped a few tears with her hand.

“Y/N…” Charlie said sadly.

Y/N closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears and she managed a little. “Nothing is sure until tomorrow, so I don’t wanna think about it just yet,” she confessed with sad eyes but regaining a little control over herself. “I just want a good day and I’ll deal with all of that tomorrow.”

Charlie was on the verge of crying herself, but she needed to be strong for her friend, so she took a deep breath. “Good idea! Let’s go bother the guys,” she said with a strained smile.

“You want a hug, don’t you?” Y/N asked, smiling a little and Charlie just shrugged not making eye contact. “All right, I’m gonna hug you and then no more sadness for the day. I want your word though.”

Charlie didn’t answer, she just hugged Y/N as strongly as she could, with no more control over her tears. It was like what had happened two years ago was now back to hunt them again. It had been difficult for them both but somehow their friendship had made that whole thing easier. Charlie had lost her mother two years ago and her heart felt broken already just at the idea of losing her friend too. But the promise was kept anyway, they didn’t talk about it for the rest of the day. 

Y/N avoided to even think about it for most of the time but after dinner it was like her fear was about to become real and it didn’t matter how much she tried, she couldn’t keep that bad hunch away and that’s why she went outside to sit on the porch. She didn’t want everyone else to know what was happening but Dean noticed anyway and followed her outside after a couple of minutes. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?” He asked concerned, sitting next to her.

Y/N wanted to lie, but she really didn’t have the strength to do it at the moment, so she just nodded, not making eye contact.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me… maybe I can help?” He offered taking her hand in his and squeezing it. This little gesture give her a little strength somehow; she felt safe there with him and there was still time until tomorrow so she was going to enjoy these hours without worrying about anything. She turned to look at him with a little smile, “I will, but not today…”

“Do I need to worry about it?” He asked, apprehensive, gently caressing her hand.

How did he manage to make her feel good with just this little gesture she had no idea. She smiled sweetly at him and shaking her head she replied, “No, not at all.”

Dean really didn’t want to push her. “Okay.”

“You really like it here, don’t’ you?” She then asked, looking at the sea in front of her, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, I always have… If I think about settling down and have a family this is the place that comes to my mind,” he admitted not making eye contact with her and just keeping his eyes on the hand he was holding.

“Do you think about that a lot?” She asked curious. He had never admitted any intention of settling down and with his record of hookups, it was kind of difficult to see.

“No, not really… I think I’m not cut out to have that but it doesn’t mean I don’t want it,” he answered and he was kind of surprised by how much sincere he was being. Probably holding her hand hadn’t been a good idea if he had wanted to maintain his tough attitude. “Do you ever think about it?” He then asked her.

“I used to,” she shrugged. “Now I’m more the live day by day kind of person… and about that I have an idea,” she continued, standing up. “C’mon, I’ll race you to the water!”

“What are you, insane!? The water is probably super cold at this time!” 

“Afraid you’re gonna lose, Dean?” She asked mocking him, with raised eyebrows.

“I’m way faster than you, Y/N.” He admitted smugly.

“Prove it!” 

His pride felt a little offended and he stood up. “Get ready to lose!” He said and was ready to start running when she distracted him. 

“OH MY GOD!” She exclaimed to have his attention and when he slightly turned towards her with interrogative eyes she continued with a surprised face, “What is that girl thinking, running naked on the beach?!”

His brain reacted exactly as she had thought. “What girl?” He asked turning back to look where Y/N had pointed. But, as soon as he turned his head, he heard Y/N laugh and he quickly realized his mistake. She had played him and she was now winning. “Not fair, Y/N!” He shouted, starting to run but she had the advantage and the water wasn’t that far from the porch so she had practically won. The moment her feet touched the water she wanted to yell her victory in his face but he had been right so the only words that came out were different ones, “My God, the water is frozen!”

He had caught up with her and now his face had one of his smug expressions, “I don’t want to say I told you so but… I told you so!”

“Shut up! Nobody likes a smartass!” She said crossing her arms and pouting her lips. She hated to be wrong about stuff and now he was practically gloating in his victory. 

Except she had misread his thoughts. He wasn’t thinking about that; he was thinking about how adorable she looked when she was pouting like that. He just wanted to kiss her right there but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to ruin their relationship and, oblivious as he was, he had no idea of how she felt about him; there was too much to risk. Luckily for him, she distracted him from his thoughts, “Is that music I hear?” 

Dean payed attention and he could hear it too and as soon as he recognized the tune he smiled and shook his head, “Yeah, that’s probably Benny… C’mon, let’s go see.” He proposed, offering his hand to her. She took it without even thinking about it and they walked like this for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other’s company, without saying a word. Once they got closer it was easier to see; there was a small bonfire with a few people around it; one of them, a man, was playing the guitar and, as soon as Dean and Y/N got close, he had finished to play the song and had stood up to grab a beer. It was then that he noticed someone he knew, “Dean? Is that you, brother?”

Dean smiled at him, “In the flesh.”

Benny laughed heartily and hugged him, “It’s good to see you, man!” Then he turned to the girl with a knowing look in his eyes, “Hey, I’m Benny.”


“Well, why don’t you guys sit down, have a beer with us?”

Dean looked at Y/N interrogatively. “Why not?!” She replied.

They sat there for a while enjoying the music and Benny’s jokes. He surely seemed like a good guy and his fiancée was the sweetest; she had immediately started to talk with Y/N and it seemed like they were alike in many things and that’s definitely a way to start a friendship quickly. After a while Benny and Dean had stood up to grab a beer, after asking to the girls if they wanted one, with two negative answers. 

They sipped their beers looking from afar at the two girls and that’s when Benny asked what he wanted to, since the first minute he had seen his friend back. “So, are you settling down?”

Dean was surprised. “Settling down?”

“Yeah, man,” Benny replied. “I remember a rule you once told me. I think it was ‘no girls at the beach house, except the one that I’m settling down with’.”

“It’s not like that with Y/N… we’re just friends.” .

“Let me tell you something brother, ‘just friends’ don’t walk hand in hand on the beach. But don’t worry about it… sometimes it takes a little to realize that,” he chuckled.“Took me almost a year…”

“Maybe,” was the only reply Dean gave him.

Ten minutes later he was sitting next to her again. 

“I like them,” she said, smiling at him.

“Yeah, me too… Benny is the oldest friend I have… They’re like family,” he explained, looking at the bonfire. It was somehow relaxing to sit there, with Y/N next to him. Everything seemed peaceful, everything seemed right.

He turned to look at her and noticed an eyelash that had fallen on her cheek; he smiled as he took it and put it on the back of his hand. “Make a wish… A really good one though,” he told her.

She smiled, closed her eyes and blow the eyelash away two seconds later. When she opened her eyes it was gone. 

“I really hope it comes true,” he said sweetly, putting an arm around her.

“Me too,” she replied with a little smile, putting her head on his shoulder.

Let me tell you this much, it will…

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anonymous asked:

How would the RFA react to some girl they don't know coming up to them saying "oh I finally found you hahah!" And acting all cheery, but they notice that she's shaking when she whispers that there is a group of guys following her, and asks them nicely if they would walk around with her until they left ?

Ugh this is a really original ask? And I love to think about all of them being so protective and lovely.

~Admin MP


  • At first, he would be sort of scared too
  • It’s dark and those guys look scary
  • But he looks at the girl and realizes that she’s really really frightened.
  • And he wants to help her out.
  • So he’d channel his inner LOLOL warrior and give her a bright smile
  • “Oh, hey! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
  • He’d link their arms together and talk about a fake night that they had while they were ‘hanging out’ and mentions that their friends are wrestlers (he says this very loudly while glancing around nervously poor child)
  • Although he’s acting confident for the girl, he would sort of glance around occasionally, looking for the guys
  • Eventually, he sees an ice cream shop and thinks it would be a good idea to go in there and try to get them off their back
  • They’d go inside and he buys them ice cream
  • After a bit of the two of them sitting in there and eating ice cream, there’s no sign of the guys anymore and they’re laughing a lot
  • Yoosung offers to walk her home and as soon as she goes inside he calls a cab because he does not want to walk by himself anymore


  • He would be so protective and immediately ready to help her
  • Of course, he would act over the top and be like “Oh, I’m so glad you found me!” and hug her, making it obvious that she’s important to him
  • But there’s something about the way he holds himself and glances back at the guys that makes them stop in their tracks
  • Because he’s low key terrifying
  • In order to make her feel better, Seven would crack a bunch of jokes, holding her hand as they walk, even though they barely know each other
  • If the guys continued to follow, he would pull out his phone and do something tricky where their phone alarms start going off really loudly
  • The guys would have no idea what was happening to their phones as they started going haywire
  • But he would ask the girl where she lived and walk her there, still laughing and joking around 
  • If the girl was still scared, he would offer to give her his phone number so that she could text him if she felt frightened or anything
  • He would also make it so that she could view the CCTV cameras on the street on her phone so she could see if any guys were coming


  • As soon as the girl tells her what’s going on, Jaehee is ready to kick ass
  • She knows Judo
  • Do Not Mess With My Judo Queen
  • As it is, she stays very calm and professional and just acts as though the girl is her friend that she lost
  • “Oh, hello. I was beginning to worry that you got lost. I am glad you found me.”
  • Her mind goes through a million different simulations of what could happen and thinks of escape routes and how best to protect the girl
  • Deciding that the police would be helpful, Jaehee would take her phone out and call them, making sure to raise her voice when she told them there were some men following her and the girl
  • “Oh, I’m not too worried. I have a black belt in judo and my friend has pepper spray in her purse.”
  • After hearing all of that, the guys slowly disappear, terrified, and Jaehee continues to walk with the girl, having a pleasant conversation
  • Throughout the entire thing, she is very unperturbed and firm
  • With a police escort following behind them, Jaehee would walk the girl home and promise to teach her some judo moves in the future


  • Literally during any route where MC is with one of the guys alone he’s like “MC if they look at u weird let me kno and i’ll be there with a shotgun and a spray bottle”
  • So it’s safe to say that he would be very very protective, even if it’s a girl he doesn’t know
  • As soon as she mentions that there’s some guys following her, hands shaking, he’s pissed
  • So he’d confront the guys, putting the girl safely behind him, holding her hand to help her feel safer
  • “Hey, you guys got a problem?” 
  • His voice would be loud and confident, red eyes burning and mouth twisted in a grim smile
  • If the guys decided to try something (after all, it is just one guy and a girl vs at least four of them) Zen would not hold back
  • My child would go ham
  • Afterwards, when the guys have run away (because Zen can be a force of nature), he would turn to the girl and make sure she’s okay
  • Even though he’s bleeding from his nose (”I can’t believe they went for my beautiful face…My face!”) he’d walk the girl home, being charming and his usual Zenny self


  • He might look like a rich bitch
  • But this dude knows how to handle some assholes.
  • After hearing the girl’s quavering voice, he’s filled with anger that there are people who would try and take advantage of someone 
  • Especially a woman, who doesn’t deserve to feel terrified like this (He’s totally a feminist, they all are)
  • Putting his arm around the girl and pulling her into the safe warmth of his side, he puts his phone up to his ear, first calling his security.
  • ”Yes, could you please send the wrestlers? Thank you.”
  • Then he calls his driver, but he waits a bit
  • He wants to see this happen.
  • The security pulls up, piling out of the car, some of them creating a circle around Jumin and the girl and the other half going to the guys and standing in front of them
  • ”Is there something I can help you with?” Jumin pleasantly calls over to the guys
  • Of course, they’re freaked out and take off running, but Jumin had his security take pictures so that he can inform the police and their employers of what they were doing
  • Then his driver comes and Jumin gently helps the girl inside, driving her home and treating her to wine while showing her pictures of Elizabeth 3rd.
Serial Killer Calum Part 8

AN ah! I’m so happy it’s here finally! I know a lot of you were requesting for this, and it’s finally here! I’m thinking of a place to go with the story, but I haven’t exactly figured it out yet. But thanks so much to you guys for sticking with me and staying on top of this. I love you very much and happy holidays to you xx

Your POV

I awoke from a bed, but my right hand was numb. I couldn’t feel it at all. I looked up, and there was a very attractive guy laying next to me. When I blinked a few times, I realized that I knew exactly who this was. Calum, the guy that put this handcuff on me. I could feel that my hand was cold and numb, and I nudged him.

“Calum,” I whispered. “Calum, wake up, I need to pee.”

He groaned and turned around. When he saw how close I was, I saw his face tint a bright red. Ever since yesterday he’s been acting strange. He’s been a lot more nervous around me, not looking at me. If he was literally anyone else, I’d say he liked me. But he’s a killer, right? He’s not even capable of this kind of emotion. “Y/N,” he yawned. “Good morning.”

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New (Scott McCall)

Imagine being the new girl, and Jackson makes fun of you, but Scott sticks up for you.

It was another day that I wished that never existed. Once again I will be the new girl. My father said that this will be the last time, but he said this the last four cities. Maybe this will be different, since my father said that if we have to move again before I turn 18 then I can get emancipated. I’m holding him to his word.

“Lindsay, come on. It’s time for you to head to school.” Father said.

“Can’t I just be home schooled?” I asked as I sat with my back against the door. I hate being the new girl. I always get made fun of. People always spread awful rumors about me.

“No, Lin, you have to go. We can’t afford homeschooling.” He said.

“Can I just drop out?” I asked.

“No, now come on before I break your door down. I know you’re in front of it.” He said.

“Go ahead, maybe I’ll get knocked out.” I said.

“Lindsay.” He warned.

“Fine.” I said defeated. I got to my feet, unlocked and opened the door, and gave my father a glare.

“Don’t be like that, Lindsay.” He said as I pushed past him.

“Maybe if you stop pissing off hunters, then we wouldn’t have to run. They never have problems with me.” I snapped over my shoulder.

I ran down the stairs, ignoring my father’s calls. It’s his fault. He always pisses everyone off, which puts us both on the run.

I left the house, slamming the door behind me. I ran to my car, and sped off towards the school. I just wish I was normal, and not a born werewolf, who is always on the run. Always afraid of her own shadow.

When I got to school, it hasn’t even started yet, so there were many people still out front. Yay. I parked my car, and I quickly got out once I made sure I had all of my belongings.

I was walking towards the doors when a guy rammed right into me , causing me to almost fall, which made his friends laugh.

“Watch where you’re going freak. Better yet, why don’t you just leave? Since you’re a hazard and all.” He sneered. I looked down at my feet bot knowing what to do, trying to get my heart to slow down, so I don’t shift.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there? Can you speak?” He joked once more, making it that much difficult for me to not snap. A single tear ran down my face, and it fell to the pavement.

“That’s enough Jackass. Don’t give her a reason to dump your body in the woods.” Another guy said, coming up to me. He gripped my arm, and guided me to a secluded area. From his scent I knew he was a werewolf.

“You didn’t have to do that. I’m used to it. Being the new girl and all.” I said, afraid to look up.

“Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean it’s okay, and that you have to take it. Especially since you are a werewolf.” He said. I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. You should know that there are hunters here, and they basically declared war on all werewolves.” He told me.

“My dad picks worst towns.” I said, rubbing my temples, feeling a stress headache coming on.

“There’s other wolves here. We’ll protect you. What’s your name?” He asked.

“Lindsay, you?” I asked.

“Scott. After school I’ll take you to the alpha.” He said.

“Thanks, but can you show me the office, so I can get my schedule?” I asked.

He grabbed my bag, and began walking towards the school. “I can carry that myself.” I said.

“Am i not allowed to be nice?” He asked.

“There’s no such thing as nice.” I said, and gave him a pointed look.

“Shut up.” He said, causing me to laugh.

“My point exactly. That was rude. Rude is nor being nice. Rude is being rude.” I said. He let out a groan.

“You and Stiles are going to get along great.” He said.

“I want to get along with you.” I whispered. He turned his head, and gave me a smile.

“I want that too.” He said.

Not a "fuck customers", more "thank god he didnt kill anyone"

I work in a small strip mall, and there’s a small baby retail store directly across the parking lot. The parking lot slops down from the front of our store to the baby store. I was ringing this older guy out, when we heard a car alarm go off. It sounded like it was on the other side off the parking lot, so neither of us thought anything of it. He had quite a few things, so it takes about 3 minutes to ring him out. The alarm is still going off, so he walks to the door, which is right by my register. He’s standing there a while, and I’m waiting to give him his change but he’s not coming back to get it, then he steps out side. Now I’m getting worried because I still hear the car alarm. No one else is in line so I’m not in a hurry, and he comes back in freaking out saying his truck was stolen. And I’m like..what. he tells me he left it running because it was so hot out side, and someone stole it. Just to make sure he isn’t trying to play a joke on me (ya know old men) I ask him once more that he’s certain his truck is gone because I’m going to call the police. He says yes he parked right in front of the store and his truck is gone. I get 911 on the phone, and as I’m explaining to the lady what’s going on, the old man is walking across the parking lot to the sound of the alarm going off. I can barely see him, but he turns to me and gives me a thumbs up. I tell the lady that he was an old man and that I think he forgot where he parked and sorry for the inconvenience. I go back in the store and ring out about 10-15 people when he comes back in, to get his stuff and his change. Turns out he forgot to put his truck in park, so it ended up rolling across the parking lot towards the baby store, hitting the one truck blocking its way from going straight into the baby store. The truck hit the hitch on the back of the other truck, so there was no damage.
He explained that the owner of the truck was a lady he’s known for 40 years, who was recently divorced, and he told me she was really pretty. I was like dude. Did ya ask her out?? He looked all sad and said no. I told him he was out there for almost 25 mins talking to her, he obviously liked her and that I didn’t think I could give him his change if he didn’t go ask her out. He got a huge grin on his face and goes you’re right and runs (wobbles) out the door. Fast forward 15 minutes later, he comes back and says they are going to get lunch right then at the little cafe a few stores down.
I give him his change, and his eyes tear up, and he says he hasnt been on a date since his wife passed away 4 years ago.

He comes in every couple weeks, they are still together, and he always tells me how his truck almost going through a building was the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time.

Surprises- Luke Hemmings Imagine

Your boyfriend, Luke, has been stressed lately so you surprise him at the studio with his favorite foods.

These past few weeks have all been the same for you and Luke. You wake up to an aggressive sometimes angry Luke; getting ready at a time that isn’t healthy for anyone to be awake at. You get up with him so you can make him something to eat before he leaves for the studio. He normally won’t be back until the late hours of the night and who knows what he gets to eat when he is there and if it is nutritious or not. You hear a sleepy half dressed Luke walking down the stairs to come sit at the table with you. He starts eating his Vegemite toast slowly waking up. You go and sit on his lap, him taking you fully into him cradling you. 

y/n: Do you want me to make a late dinner tonight? I could wait up for you and we could have a nice dinner together?

Luke: That we be great, but I don’t know how late I’ll be and I don’t want to starve you and you are already sleep deprived because of me.

y/n: Are you sure, babe? I really don’t mind, it could be fun for me; I could spend all day cooking.

 Luke: It’s okay, baby. I don’t want to stress you out. I would love to have dinner with you again. It just isn’t realistic right now. Soon, I promise. 

y/n: Okay, I’ll see you later, babe. I love you.

Luke: I love you, too y/n.

He kissed you and got up to find a shirt and leave for the studio. You start thinking about what he said about dinner being unrealistic and that is when you decided to text his best friend and bandmate that is going to be at the studio with Luke all day, Michael. 

y/p/n: Hey Michael so I want to surprise Luke today would it be cool if I stop by the studio later to hang out for awhile? I’ll bring pizza.

Michael: Bring lots of pizza and we have a deal

y/p/n: Don’t tell Luke or you are dead

Michael: Got it

And that’s when you started planning. First you ordered a bunch of the boys favorite pizzas to be delivered to your house right before you left so they would still be warm and then you went to go get ready. 

The pizzas arrived just on time and you loaded them into your car. You quickly texted Michael to tell him he needs to help you bring the pizzas into the studio otherwise it will take you two trips. You pull up to the studio to an eager Michael standing outside. He sees you pull in and immediately runs to your car to hug you.

Michael: Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza

y/n: Hi to you too.

Michael: Where are they?

y/n: In the back. Now come on I wanna get in there. 

Michael walks in front of you so no one can see that you are behind him. You can hear everyone freaking out from inside the studio.

Calum: Michael did you order pizza without asking us?

Ashton: Yeah what the hell Michael?

And that’s when you pop out from behind him. Ashton and Calum see you first and they both smile at you and wait to see what Luke’s reaction is. Luke turns his head as soon as the whole studio gets quiet. He sees you and smiles immediately. He gets up takes the pizzas from your hands and swoops you into the biggest bear hug. 

y/n: Nothing is unrealistic.

Luke: Not with an amazing girlfriend like you.

anonymous asked:

for the doctor/rose prompts - student AU where person A freaks out about their finals or grant or course or something and person B, either in simmiliar situation or as not-a-student passer by, comforts them?

John swears his day cannot get any worse.

Not only is he running late to submit his research proposal, which could cost him dearly, but his car has broken down, leaving him stranded in the pouring rain, with no time to wait for the AA to come out and fix it. He glances at his watch. He has an hour to get the papers in his bag in front of his supervisor, and he’ll never make it if he walks. Feeling increasingly stressed out as he panics about what to do, he kicks the tire of his stupid, broken car and lets out a loud, “Fuck!”

“You all right, mate?” comes a kind voice, and he turns to see one of his neighbours eyeing him in concern.

His shoulders straighten a little as he turns to her, and he hopes he hides the wince of pain that his foot connecting with the rim of the wheel has caused him.

“Rose. Hi.” He nods to the car. “The one day it’s vital for me to get somewhere on time, and the car packs in.”

Rose moves closer to him, and lifts her umbrella higher to reach over his head, inviting him under. He steps under it gladly, and murmurs his thanks.

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anonymous asked:

Tell me more, I need to know more about this Gavin. Like, like how he came to live with Geoff and Jack and things.

Oh man Anon… You really shouldn’t let me get started. I also want to start with saying I am not a Writer. Do not judge me harshly.

Gavin was young when his parents brought him over, maybe 11-12ish, just old enough to start really developing his own personality and being more aware of what his parents are doing. They were well off, and had to come over to America for a business deal. With no idea how long the deal was going to take it was easier to bring their son with them instead of leaving him home alone for an extended period of time. So he was packed up and flown across the pond and told to sit quiet and be good while Mummy and Daddy are working.

But anyone with an 11 year old knows that isn’t going to last. He asks a lot of questions, wants to see and explore America, and is a normal 11 year old with mostly absent parents. Now Gav’s Parent’s aren’t the worst parents, but they certainly aren’t the best either. They try to keep Gavin out of things, he’s far to young at 11 to be involved in dealings, to naive and open to keep their work a secret. Occasionally there’s no other choice than to bring Gavin along on meetings and deals . When he does have to come along, he’s left in the car or a side room, somewhere out of sight and firmly told to stay put or so help me…

The Business deals aren’t necessarily on the up and up, so of course things go bad eventually. One of their deals is busted in a police raid. People scatter everywhere, shots ring out, there’s a lot of yelling, and Gavin freaks out and runs back to their temporary house. There are several police cars out front and, knowing that this has something to do with his parents, Gavin keeps running.

He runs for the next several years, learning to pickpocket, keeping his head down, and his mouth shut to avoid as much trouble as possible. He keeps running till he picks the wrong sleepy eyed man with a pretty red headed woman at his side to try and pickpocket.

When the woman grabbed his wrist from her purse, he was certain that he was dead. He had seen the revolver in her bag, and her grip was like iron on his thin wrists. Instead they let him go with a threat veiled in a laugh. Gavin tried to stay clear of them after that, but something about them kept him on that side of town, wanting to catch a glimpse of them again.

He was surprised when Geoff found him about a week later. He had just nicked a tourist’s wallet, hoping to score enough cash to cover food and a place to crash for the night. A heavy arm dropping over his shoulders almost made him jump out of his skin. Gavin fully expected to be turned in or shot, instead he was treated to lunch then let go again no strings attached.

It almost became a game for a few months. It started once every few weeks, Geoff or Jackie would find Gavin and take him out for food (They called it their “Good Karma of the Week” when a suspicious Gavin asked about it), then it moved to weekly (never on the same day), and then every few days they were looking for the kid.

The invitation to move in, wasn’t so much an invitation as a half rescue. Even in a city as warm and sunny as Los Santos, November rains are the worst. Tourism was down and a lot of people had left the city for a holiday break so Gavin wasn’t having as much luck earning enough for a cheap hotel room, much less on a regular basis. He had spent a few days squatting in a mostly empty warehouse, hiding his few belongings and sleeping in a rusting shipping container, when he heard the voices outside.

He knew he shouldn’t get involved, shut the container, pretend he wasn’t here, but then he heard Jackie’s voice and curiosity got the better of him. He really shouldn’t have been surprised that she was involved in smuggling, nobody had enough disposable income to feed a homeless kid on a weekly basis without being involved in something dark. He was going to go back to his container and pretend he never saw anything when he noticed the armed guy trying to sneak behind her.

He should have stayed quiet, should have kept his nose to himself, but the only thing he could think of was how she was kind. Kind enough to feed him, kind enough to let him go. So he yelled out a warning and then ran as she pulled out her pistol and opened fire on the ambush. He made it about 3 blocks before a car cut him off, and Geoff rolled down a window telling him to get in.

The ride to pick up Jackie and back to the couple’s house was silent. Gavin sat in the backseat wet, cold, and hoping he hadn’t made a huge mistake. Once they got home, instead of being questioned or put back on the street, he was given a change of clothes (that were much to big for him), told to take a hot shower, then shown to a room and put to bed.

Gavin didn’t officially move in with Geoff and Jackie so much as they gave him a room and kept bringing him home when he would go missing. It wasn’t until Geoff sat him down for a short talk about buying the boy something for “his room” that Gavin realized just what was being offered. Launching himself at Geoff, Gavin could only hold on to the older man as his hair was ruffled and he was tightly held.

Mischief Night

You, Stiles, and Scott have always been best friends and loved to prank Coach on Mischief Night. It was basically the only thing holding your friendship together right now. Between the Dread doctors and Roscoe in the shop probably never getting fixed, it’s been tough for you guys to hang out and have fun. So tonight for old times sake went to Coach’s house to prank him. You couldn’t do the prank anymore in his classroom or office because he doesn’t work at Beacon Hills now. So your boyfriend, Stiles picked you are your brother, Scott up with his jeep. Stiles honked his jeep’s horn from outside, and you texted him,
“Be right out :) ”
He replied,
“Ok ;)”
Scott soon after came in your room and said,
“Ready to go?”
“Yup!!” You exclaimed.
You both took the bags full of toilet paper rolls, eggs, and string out to the jeep. You hopped in shotgun before Scott could,
“Hey!!! Y/N!!! I always sit in shotgun!”
“Sorry, you were too slow.” You turned back around to see Scott glaring at you when he went through your seat to get to the back of the Jeep. He climbed past you and you evilly smiled the whole time. Once Scott was in the back you put your seat back up and climbed in. You realized you never even said hi to Stiles,
“Hey” you said leaning over the console to quickly kiss him, you knew you guys had a long night ahead of you. Stiles pulled out of the driveway and you all started to talk about what you had to get done to Coach’s house.
“So y/n you have to get all the toilet paper all over his house and any trees around his house. Scott you have to egg the whole house after Y/N is done with toilet paper so it’s harder to clean up for him. I have the key so-”
“ WHY DO YOU HAVE A KEY TO HIS HOUSE?!?!” You and Scott screamed at the same time.
“God you guys need to calm down, I just got a copy of it don’t worry it’s not his key.”
“And that makes it any bett- you know what just forget it” you said.
“Anyways before I got rudely interrupted.” Stiles said looking at you.
“I will go inside and do the dirty work because I know his house from when he tutored me for a while last year.”
“Are you sure the klutz and spaz of us three should be doing the inside work?” Scott said.
“Have you been to Coach’s house lately Scott?“stiles said sarcastically.
"No…” Scott sneered and gave in to Stiles going inside instead of him.
When you got to his neighborhood, Stiles parked down the street so Coach couldn’t see the infamous Jeep that everyone at school knew. So you all got the bags of supplies that you needed and walked the 2 blocks to his house. While you were walking Stiles started talking to you,
“Have you thought of your mischief night wish yet?”
“No. What’s that?”
“It’s kind of like an 11:11 thing, at 11:59 you make a wish on mischief night, and it usually comes true.”
“Usually.” You said sarcastically back to him.
“Well I know it worked for me last year.”
“Because I wished that you would be my girlfriend by next mischief night, and look where we are now.”
You blushed, and held his hand while walking. You remember last year on Halloween Stiles told you how he felt about you at Lydia’s party. He was dressed up as Batman, and you were a 80’s girl. Scott finally convinced him to ask you out because even though you wouldn’t admit it, you liked Stiles, Scott could tell by your heartbeat racing every time you talked to him.
“Y/N you alive?” Stiles said knocking out of your daydream.
“Oh,yeah, sorry.”
“So everyone get to work.” Stiles clapped his hands lightly. Scott and Stiles began to walk off and you suddenly realized something,
“Wait! What if he wakes up?” You said to them whispering.
“Everyman for himself.” Stiles said turning his head, smirking and winking at you. That made you nervous, the two most protective people of you were just going to leave you there?! You knew they wouldn’t, or would they! You started to take the toilet paper rolls out of the bag you carried with you. Stiles had show you how to tipi anything, from trees, houses, playgrounds, or cars you name it. You started with his car. It was a small soccer mom minivan. You laughed to yourself what a silly car for coach, you expected at least a truck. Once you finished the pathetic van, you moved on to the 3 trees in his front yard. These took more arm power because they were really tall trees, and Stiles wouldn’t be satisfied until the WHOLE tree was tipied no matter how tall the tree was. You were almost finished with the 2nd tree when you saw one of the lights in the house go on.
“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, before you saw Stiles bursting through the front door of the house.
“GO! GO! GO!!” Stiles screamed. You dropped all the toilet paper and started the run. You looked behind you to see Scott running from behind the house with egg cartons still in his hands.
“Drop them Scott!!!” You yelled behind you, still running not far behind Stiles. He dropped the cartons and was rounding the sidewalk and now all of you were out of Coach’s sight. You all peeked behind a bush to see Coach running out his house screaming into the night,
You all fell to the ground laughing so hard. But you quickly had to start running to the Jeep because Coach started to walk towards the laughter. You all jumped into the car and Scott stopped in front of the car,
“Y/N let me sit in the front!”
“Scott seriously?!”
“We have to go, NOW! Stiles yelled.
Scott just got in the back and you in the front. As soon at the door locked when you slammed it shut, Stiles took off.
In the mirror you could see Coach in his pajamas running down the sidewalk screaming things you could even make out. Once you were a good distance away Scott said,
"Dude what happened in there?!?”
“ Coach got a freaking pitbull since he left Beacon Hills! It almost bit my face off.” Stiles said dramatically.
“Well I got his car and 2 trees done.”
“I got the whole back of the house covered in eggs.”
“Thanks guys, I appreciate it."Stiles said to you and Scott. You could tell Stiles was upset about his favorite night of the night of the year going wrong. So after some more sad silence in the car you whispered,
"Sorry it went wrong babe.” You said giving him a kiss on the cheek and he held your hand and kept one on the wheel.
“Thanks.” He said sending you a grin.
“I did get one thing though inside."Stiles said mischievously.
"What?” You and Scott in unison.
“I put bleach in his shampoo.” He said cracking up. You all laughed about what Stiles did all the way home. When Stiles stopped at your house to drop Scott and you off, he walked you guys and said,
“It’s going to be 11:59 in a minute!”
Scott thought the whole wish thing was stupid so he went upstairs,
“Goodnight weirdos” he hollered down the stairs.
“Goodnight!!” You both said watching the clock. You and Stiles sat on the couch counting down the seconds.
“Three, two, one!” You said. Both of you sat in silence on the couch for a minute wishing your wish over again in your heads until 12:00 hit.
“What did you wish for?” Stiles said.
“I can’t tell you, it won’t come true!”
“You can tell me, that rule doesn’t happen on the mischief night wish.”
“Really?” You said.
“I don’t know, I just want to know what you wished for!” He said laughing.
“Fine, I wished that next mischief night we will still be together.” You said quietly looking down.
“ I know that’s going to happen already.”
“How?” You questioned him.
“Because that’s the same thing I wished for” he said, and then kissed you.
“Now how about some Coraline?”
“Yes please!” You said turning on the TV.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you guys liked it!! Requests are open if you want to! Sorry I haven’t been uploading school is annoying 😒. Ok bye!!
Stiles x Reader

(I decided to write his because I’m obsessed with Scott’s younger sister secretly dating Stiles imagines) ((also it’s a bit long but I tried oh well))

Until very recently you didn’t think of Stiles other than a second brother. For as long as you could remember you, Scott, and Stiles had been practically a family. But everything changed one fateful morning. Every morning Stiles would stop by to pick you and Scott up for school but this morning it was different. Scott had spent the past few days helping Kira and still wasn’t back. You were finishing getting ready when you heard Stiles pull up and honk the horn. You rushed out the door and ran to the car trying to keep dry from the rain. You threw yourself into the passenger seat. “Still no sign of Scott?” Stiles asked concerned. “No. But he did say he should be home soon.” Stiles nodded his head and started the car. “I swear that boy goes missing all the time but if I try to leave he house he’s always in my trail.” Stiles gave a small laugh “Seriously! Scott is always hovering over me!” You said laughing as well. “I bet his heightened wolf senses don’t help” Stiles said. “They don’t.” You simply said looking over to Stiles. Stiles looked back and gave another smile. God he’s so cute you thought Wait what?! Stiles can’t be cute he’s Stiles you thought trying to shake that thought from your head. “You okay?” Stiles asked still looking you in the eyes. “Yeah,” you turned to face the road “Stiles watch out!” He snapped his eyes back on the road to find a deer midway through the street he slammed his foot on the breaks.
Instinctually you shot your arm out to grab what closest thing to anchor yourself in the car. The car skidded to a stop as the deer ran off. Your heart was pounding like crazy “You okay” Stiles asked. You gulped “Yes”. You liked over at him. He was hyperventilating and his hand was gripping yours. HANDS! HE IS HOLDING MY HAND!! You freaked out looked down at both of your hands. “My bad I-” “No I grabbed it first. Your hand that is.” You mentally slapped yourself in the face “Uhh we should-” “We gotta get to school.” “Yeah” “Stiles were still holding hands.” “Oh.” He widened his eyes and pulled his hand away leaving your entire arm with a tingly feeling. Both of your faces turned a bright red as Stiles continued to drive. You shifted to look out the window to avoid looking at Stiles.
When you got to school parking lot you rushed out of the car. “See you later.” You called continuing to walk toward the school; avoiding eye contact with Stiles. All day you felt a bit off. You could still feel Stiles’ hand in yours even though you were going class to class. Every time you saw Stiles the rest of the day your heart began to race. Oh god what’s going on with me you thought trying to suppress your feelings.

After school you met Stiles at the car. You both avoided eye contact as you slid in to the seat. In short the car ride was very awkward. Halfway through you couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up. “Stiles can I-uh ask you a question?” You said nervously. “Um yeah” he said noting your uneasy tone “What’s up?” You gulped “You remember what happened earlier.” “The deer or the handholding” “uh the handholding” “yeah”. You took a breath “well I’ve been thinking about that all day” “me too” Stiles responded. “Did it make you feel any different. About me that is?” You both sat in an uncomfortable silence as Stiles drove until he pulled the car to a stop in front of your house. “I do feel different” “A good different?” You asked hopefully yet skeptically. Suddenly Stiles moved his body toward you and grabbed your face in his hands. He smashed his lips into yours catching you off guard. As his lips moved rhythmically you followed running your hands though his hair. He broke from the kiss “Did that answer your question?” Instead of responding you pulled him back for another kiss.
After a lot of making out and an awkward goodbye you exited Stiles’ car and walked inside. You shut the door and threw yourself face first onto the couch. Stiles freaking Stilinski you thought smiling. “Hey your home later than usual!” Scott called as he walked down the stairs. You bolted up “yeah I was a bit late getting out of school.” You said smoothing your hair. Scott stopped as reached the bottom of the stairs. “You smell different,” he noted making you worry “a lot like Stiles.” You gulped “well I was in his car” you said nervously laughing. Scott shrugged accepting your response “my nose must be due or sensitive today”. Hiding this from Scott would be harder than you thought.
(((Part 2?)))