scott a. martin

The idea of the Shadowhunters (Mortal Instruments) AU is haunting me.

Just imagine Allison as Clary - her father is an ex-’hunter who ran away to keep Allison safe from her grandfather (Gerard as Valentine). However, Allison hates constantly being uprooted and moved from house to house. She and her dad settle down in a small apartment in Beacon Hills. She and her friend, Scott, (who has an unrequited crush on Allison and is secretly a werewolf who watches over Allison - so a mix of Simon and Luke) go out to an all-ages club one night because they’re holding a neon party and Allison really wanted to go.

When there, something catches her attention; a girl (Lydia) flirting with an unsuspecting young man. Something seems off so she follows them and finds them with another young girl (Cora) and two other guys (Isaac and Derek) in a supply closet, arguing and fighting. She witnesses the fight that ends with the lured guy being killed. That’s when the others seem to notice her. They’re shocked; she shouldn’t be able to see them. Scott finds her and she begs him to leave.

When she gets home, her dad is mad at her for staying out so late. Then he drops the news on her that they’re moving again, which makes Allison furious because she only just finished unpacking and she likes where they live. She runs away and stays at Scott’s ignoring her father’s persistent phone calls.

She stays up all night, the memory of the guy in the supply closet being murdered burned into her brain and her stomach churning with guilt after fighting with her dad. Unable to sleep, she sits up and goes to sit in the window and stare at the stars. Se sees a guy down on the street: the guy from the club (Isaac). 

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She pulls her jacket on and runs downstairs to confront him, barraging him with questions about why she can see him and no-one else, about why he and the others murdered someone in the club and why he’s following her. Isaac begins to explain a few things when Chris calls. Allison caves and answers. Her father is panicked and the noise behind him sound ominous and threatening. She runs home to find her dad missing and her house trashed.

She gets attacked by a demon and has to fight them to the death. She gets bitten and is slowly dying when Isaac comes to her rescue. He takes her to the Institute where she is cared for while she recovers. 

When she gets back on her feet, she goes to meet their tutor: Deaton.

Allison desperately tries to find her father, uncovering secrets about her family, her best friend and her heritage.

Originally posted by couplenotes

Along the way they need Stiles, a super-powerful warlock who Chris used to go to when Allison remembered her past, and things between him and Derek begin to blossom.

Originally posted by wlkingmggies

In the end, she embraces her Shadowhunter lineage, training with Lydia, Cora and Isaac (Derek doesn’t like her much) until she becomes a badass ‘hunter.

Originally posted by learn-to-love-again1

Maybe there’s a little bit of a love triangle, but definitely not as suffocating as the canon triangle between Clary, Jace and Simon (and maybe they just end up together, all three of them, idk), and no incest scare - just her grandfather wanting to corrupt her.

-me: oh geez, why do i wait years for three episodes of a TV show that only hurt my feelings and mental health?                              -BBC Sherlock:
Pair up~Stiles Stilinksi smut

Description: Stiles meets y/n at college. When they pair up to study smutty times ensue ;)

Warnings: Smut,light swearing

Requested: @charming-little-liar

Originally posted by teenwxlves

Originally posted by lovershub

Pair up. The two words every student dreads. Even if you’re in college. They’re also not the words you want to hear when you don’t know anyone in your criminology class. “The person who you are paired up with will be your study buddy for the rest of the year. “ our professor’s voice echoed around the half empty lecture room. “To prevent procrastination, I will be choosing the pairings.” As he finished the sentence a collective groan went around the hall.He went over to the bulletin board and pinned down the list. You leaped out of your seat and quickly made your way over to the list. Your eyes scanned the list until you found who you were partnered with Y/N Y/L/N and Stiles Stilinski.” Sup partner!”you hear as you’re tapped on the shoulder. You turn around and are greeted by a tall,cute guy with brown messy hair and chocolate brown eyes. You smile awkwardly and make plans to study on Saturday.That gives you four days to get over your social awkwardness.”See you Saturday!” Stiles says with a playful punch. You smile to yourself on the way to your dormroom as you think about him.

Stiles P.O.V

I gazed over at Y/N on the other side of the bar as I was waiting for Derek.Her y/c hair was messily tied up in a ponytail and her figure was hugged in a tight black dress. “Out of your lead dude!Wayyyyyy out of it.” Derek snapped me out of my moment. “ C’mon man don’t discourage him” Scott whispered. “A little truth won’t hurt the guy” Derek laughs as he ruffles my hair. Y/N turns around and catches my eye and waves letting out a huge smile before turning back around to her friends. “Oh realllyyyy Sourwolf?” I say sarcastically as I smile smugly. I’m gonna prove him wrong on Saturday…reallyyyyy wrong.


“Stilessssssssss we’ve been studying for hours. Can we take a break?”I beg as I bat my eyelashes.”Pizza?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow.”You know itttt.” I say shaking my hips.”Y/N? I really like you.” Stiles says as he sits next to me on the bed. I slowly lean forward as our lips connect into a slow,passionate kiss.I pull back and peel my shirt off revealing my black lacy bra.I slowly get to my knees and pull down the grey sweatpants and boxers that lie low on his hips His length springs free as I grip it and look up at him fluttering my eyelashes.I lick from the base to the tip as Stiles lets out a soft groan. “Ffffuckkk Y/N”. His hands tangle in my hair. I hollow out my cheeks as I take his length in my mouth. I bob my head up and down as my tongue flicks the underside of his shaft. I develop a steady rhythm as he squirms under me. I hum after receiving my desired affect on him. I can feel him pulsing in my mouth as he lets out soft grunts.He pulls out of my mouth and lifts me up on his lap. “I’m not finished with you yet.” he smirks as he rips off my underwear tossing it to the floor in one swift movement. He pushes me down onto the bed so he’s on top of me. He attacks my chest leaving marks all over me as I squirm beneath him. He lines himself up with my entrance.”You’re soaked for my babygirl.” he smirks. “Stiles…fuck…please.” I beg clawing at his back. Without warning he pushes himself into. He grips my hips tight. Developing a rhythm as he brings his thumb down to rub my clit. “Stiles….please….ohmygodddd!” I whimper as I feel my release come close. Stiles eyes roll back as he reaches his release. “Fuck yes baby!” he says panting.I let out a moan as I reach my own sweet blissful release.Stiles plants a soft chaste kiss on my lips before rolling over and pressing me to his chest. “Babe” I say leaning on my side to look at him “ You forgot to order the pizza.” “After round 2?” he smirks before sliding under the covers to get to work.

Worries-Brett Talbot

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

A/N: Not my gif so thank you to the original creator! This is just a little thing I whipped up, especially because I wish there was more Brett out there. Hope you enjoy!

“Brett will you just stop for one second and talk to me!” You insisted. For some reason your best friend has been ignoring you all week and won’t tell you what’s going on. You’re starting to get impatient with his attitude, so today you showed up at his house, unannounced, and have bombarding him with tons of questions. 

But to no surprise, all he does is keeps ignoring you and shrugging it off. Sure he was stubborn, but you always thought you were the one person he could talk to.

“Dammit Brett, will you just stop already” your voice was the loudest he has ever heard, causing his eyes to instantly lock to your face. However, he wasn’t prepared to see you have tears flowing down your face as you stood there with your fists clenched.

“(Y/n)” he cooed. His breath was shaky and uncertain, almost as if he was carefully choosing each word in order to stop you from crying. “I’m sorry, I really am. But you need to believe me when I say it’s better for you if I’m not in your life. You’ll be happier and safer.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean” you snapped back. He goes to reach for you, but you instantly retreat. “How can you just throw away our friendship just like that. You can’t expect me to give up that easily, you know that right?”

“Trust me, I know. I just don’t want you getting hurt” he sighed. He felt defeated and you could tell that there was something to his story that he wasn’t telling you. He sits on the edge of his bed, with his hands roaming through his hair.

“What do you mean you don’t want me getting hurt. You’re my best friend, my rock. You are the one person who I trust with my life.” You say as you sit next to him on the bed. You grab his hand from out of his hair, and lace your tiny fingers with his much larger ones.

“That’s what makes you so vulnerable, and puts you in the most danger” he says softly.

“Danger? What do you mean danger? I thought you were talking about hurting my feelings” you pause “but that’s not what you meant isn’t it?”

“No. I mean of course I would never hurt you emotionally, but I mean hurt as in physically. Because of how close you are to me, you may become an easy target.”

“An easy target for what” you question. When he doesn’t answer you right away goosebumps begin to fill your arms. “Brett, please. You’re scaring me. Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I haven’t been completely honest with you over the years” he says as you give him a look of confusion. Before you could say another word, his eyes glow a bright amber color and you let out a light gasp. “(Y/n) I’m not exactly what you think I am. I’m not normal, and my lifestyle is dangerous and wouldn’t dare bring you into that.”

“Brett I’m already in it, and I’m not going anywhere, so just tell me what’s going on and let me help.”

“I’m a werewolf, okay? I know, I know. It sounds crazy but it’s how I was born.” Brett began rambling on and on about his other life that you knew nothing about. An hour passed and now you two were laying in his bed, each on your side so that you are facing one another. Brett talked all about his pack, his special abilities, and the supernatural. You laid there in awe, as you never believed such a world existed.

“Brett can I ask you something” you finally spoke up after listening to him talk for awhile.

“Sure, I’m now an open book, and I’m sure you have millions of questions” he says with a chuckle.

“Why were you so scared to tell me” you say softly. He reaches to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re my best friend” he replies. A small sigh escapes your lips as you had hoped for a deeper answer. “And because if you ever got hurt I could never forgive myself.” He says as he sits himself up.

You copy him and look at his face which is covered with a worried expression.

“(Y/n), You know I love you” he says while taking your hands in his.

“Yeah I love you too, that’s why we are best friends” you say giving a soft smile.

“Yeah, of course. But I love you more than that.”

“Brett what are you talking about.”

“I’ve been in love with you. For awhile now actually. And I was so scared of telling you because if any of my enemies ever found out, you would be the first person they would go to hurt. That’s why I was just going to try and hold it all inside and just not talk to you anymore.” As he speaks you feel your heart sink deep into your chest, as you could never imagine a life without Brett in it. “What’s even worse is I’m so scared that you wont feel the same, and now I may have just lost you even more than if I were to just ignore you.”

A slow tear begins falling down Brett’s cheek and so you take your thumb to wipe it away. You keep your small hands on his cheeks as you go to turn his sulking face towards yours. You take a deep breath before you do something you’ve been longing to over the years.

You slowly inch your face closer to his, until your lips meet each other’s. Each of you move slowly, as if you want to make this moment last as long as possible. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate, as you situate yourself to where you are not straddling Brett.

“Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me” Brett says through kisses. A soft laugh escapes your mouth as you pull your face back to look him in the eyes. 

“Of course you idiot. I love you too. I was just so scared to tell you in case you didn’t feel the same” you say. He plants a small peck on your nose, which causes your face to scrunch.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” His tone was serious again and full of fear. “We need to be careful, and if you ever feel like something is wrong, or sense even an ounce of danger, you need to tell me. I can’t lose you.”

“And you never will” you say as you place another kiss on the boy you love. 

Decoded (Stiles Romance Sequel) ~Chapter 11~

Originally posted by love-is-in-the-air-baby-love


The lightbulb flickered with the least bit of energy it could conserve before finally staying on underneath the boy’s sweaty palms. He smiled in relief before breathing in and bending down over the body bag that laid down on the floor. He took it up in his hands before dragging it over to a safe spot. Coming to a stop, he tilted his head and leaned over to listen carefully. The boy jumped as the body bag began to move around frantically. There were muffled cries and whimpers.

“Hey! Hey! Relax!” the boy cried out. “I’m going to open the bag! Hey, do you hear me? I’m going to open the bag!” He panted as he looked around and quickly reached over for the zipper. By this point the whimpers had turned into sobs. He opened the bag carefully and in time to reveal a young girl with masking tape over her mouth and bound to her wrists in attempt to keep them tied up.

“It’s Kalissa, right?” the boy asked, grinning down to her. The girl looked up to him and nodded with a slight whimper. Her eyes shifted over to the butcher knives that were neatly hung up on the wall, her whimpers turning into sobs again as the boy followed her gaze and his grin only grew wider.

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