“ romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic, and recommended. ” “ it’s unwise to temper creatures of flesh and bone like steel. ” “ one bad apple ruins the bunch. ” “ two bad apples leave no witnesses. ” “ you know it’s the real deal when you can see past the meatsuit. ” “ break your teeth on love. ” “ when it’s good it’s great, when it’s great it’s a small calamity. ” “ you are every mother’s cautionary tale. ” “ harpoons, while more effect than arrows, are not as wieldy. ” “ make up your fucking mind. ” “ there are plenty of fish in the sea. ” “ some just happen to be imbibed with mercury. ” “ lay them to rest. ” “ you will watch the skies. you will wait. ” “ eat the other. ” “ there will be scrapes and sutures. ” “ no loose ends. ” “ an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a knife for the ribs. ” “ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ” “ decay will feed the bloom. ” “ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ” “ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. ” “ this time around, get inventive. ” “ accept your impending expiration. ” “ stop trying to swallow the sun. ” “ there are forces outside your control. ” “ most of them don’t care for you. ” “ many would not find you very appetizing. ” “ not all things have significance. ” “ like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ” “ ‘just’ and ‘right’ only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. ” “ please don’t cry. ” “ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ” “ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places. ” “ nothing can stay. ” “ dying is dying and rot is rot. ” “ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ” “ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ” “ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ” “ what made you so vindictive? ” “ all are ruins at your feet. ” “ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. ” “ vehicular arson is not the answer. ” “ hate is a verb. ” “ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ” “ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time. ” “ honestly they’re probably better off that way. ” “ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once. ” “ the answer is no. ” “ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ” “ delete your search history. ” “ please practice blinking. ” “ others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ” “ what did you ever do to deserve this? ” “ in all probability, something terrible. ” “ you are a crayon, get out of the toolbox. ” “ none will love the butcher. ” “ don’t take it too personally. ” “ wash the memories from your mind and body. ”
PART 6! So glad that this is finally up! Again, thank you so much for the support this series has received. I hope my goal of making Tamlin even a tiny bit better in your eyes was achieved. Now, onto the final part of His Soldier.
One question kept rolling around in Regina’s head. Why did Tamlin come searching for her?
In her eyes, she didn’t think she was that special to the High Lord. Friends, sure. But, normally friends don’t transform into beasts to try to find each other. So, why did Tamlin?
The motivation of the action was unknown to her. But, she was thankful for it because she got to kiss her long time crush. And, now, she was in his study with him. As Regina, not Liam.
It was Liam’s day off, so she was able to roam around as Regina for the whole day.
That bothered her, though. That she had to be a man to be a guard, and not a woman. She’s tried to bring it up multiple times, but she was always cut off on the end because someone needed to talk to their High Lord.
Then it hit her. Why not talk about it now? With that thought, Regina sat up straight, demanding Tamlin’s attention to be turned to her.
He looked at her sudden movement, and inquired, “Is there something you need, Regina?”
“Yes,” she began. This was serious business, talking to a High Lord about how he ran his court. “I would like to know why women aren’t allowed in the Spring Court army.”
“Well, I never really thought on that. That’s how it’s been since the first High Lord of the Spring Court ruled, and maybe even before that. Why do you want to know?”
“Doesn’t it seem a little unfair that women can’t help protect our Court while mean can?”
“I mean, I suppose. But, what do you want me to do about it?” Tamlin asks, spinning a pen between his fingers. Cauldron boil her, she hated that, and he knew that. It was one of the few things she couldn’t do.
He was teasing her. It wasn’t his fault she was cute when she was angry.
“I want you to–Cauldron, would you stop that!” she yelled, steam seeming to come out of her ears. Regina was short-tempered, to put it mildly.
“Stop what, Regina, lo–” he cut himself off. “Stop what, Regina?”
Standing, Regina walked over to him, aiming to grab the pen. He quickly moved his hand away from her, which almost caused her to fall in his lap. Unfortunately, for him, she caught herself.
“Tamlin, stop doing that thing with the pen. You know I don’t like it.”
Deciding to tease her more, Tamlin started spinning the pen around his fingers again. “You mean this?”
“Yes, I mean that! Now stop it!”
“But it’s so entertaining to watch you get mad over it.”
As he spoke, Regina formulated a plan. Leaning down towards Tamlin, Regina held his other hand, which was on the arm rest. “Oh, Tamlin~.”
His reaction was priceless, with his face heating up to match a rose’s red petals. “Y-Yeah, Regina?”
Bringing her face closer to his, she stopped just inches away from his lips. His hand set the pen down, and then went to grab her waist. That failed, however, when Regina grabbed the pen and slipped away from him.
“Thank you~!” Regina said innocently. Then her mood changed back to seriousness. “Now that we’re not distracted anymore, I want you to change how the army is run.”
“How so?” he asked. Tamlin was still beet red, which caused Regina to smile.
“I want women to be allowed in the army.”
Tamlin laughed, laughed, at that. If he saw the look on Regina’s face in that moment, he would have died. Right there and then.
“What’s so funny about it? Is my wanting to show my real self instead of Liam funny to you?”
“No, not at all, Regina.” He laughed some more. “But, it’s funny you should say that.”
“Why is it?”
“Because, I, uh, already have that in the works. Tomorrow, I’ll be announcing it.”
“W-WHAT?! R-Really?! Cauldron, this is wonderful, Tamlin!” Regina stood up and flung herself at him. She was truly happy about this. There was no reason to hide behind a facade anymore.
Tamlin could only return the hug as her scent of roses and rivers hit him in the face. It was like the first time he had met her, but ten times better.
Regina quickly let go, though, a blush appearing on her face. “S-Sorry. That was spontaneous.”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
Nodding, she sat in her chair again. “Um, I was wondering if…maybe…I could be beside you as you deliver the announcement?”
He was ecstatic at the question, but Tamlin kept his composure. “Yes, I think that would be wonderful. But, once the new law goes into action, how will you deal with the Liam situation?”
“I’ll either say I’m leaving or be honest with them. Probably be honest since I can’t wait to see their reactions.”
“I would pay to see that.”
Regina laughs. The two spend the rest of the day like that.
When Regina leaves, though, she gives Tamlin a kiss on the cheek, and winnows to her personal bedroom in the mansion.
Tamlin starts addressing the Fae gathered in front of him. “Everyone, today I have a special announcement about the Spring Court army. From this day forth, women shall be able to fight along men on the battlefield.”
Cheering is heard from everywhere, with the occasional “Finally!” being heard over the excited hollering.
“As your High Lord,” Tamlin begins again. “I have neglected one of the biggest changes that should have happened earlier than this. If it were not for the woman beside me, I would not be up here announcing this today. I apologize for making you all wait so long.”
Regina stands taller at the acknowledgement that she’s received. Attention has always been one of her favorite things, which really didn’t work well when she had to pretend to be a guy.
“Thank you for your time. If any woman would like to join the army, please speak to General Killian or General William.” Tamlin steps off the stage, Regina beside him.
Once they get inside, Regina squeals. “Ahh! I’m so happy you did that. Thank you, Tamlin. Truly.”
“I was wondering, Regina, if you would like to be my first female general. I know you already have a lot on your plate as the captain of my personal guard, but I thought you might like teaching young women how to fight.”
“I would be honored, High Lord,” Regina curtsies. A smile never leaving her face through the entire thing.
Tamlin nods, then says he has to go tell his other generals. This gives Regina time to go tell her friends that she isn’t really Liam.
Winnowing in front of Quentin, Xavier, and Damien is one of Regina’s favorite things. It always scared them. Especially this time, since they don’t recognize her. Xavier even pulls his sword out.
“Who are you? State your name and business,” Quentin speaks in his authoritative voice. As captain of a tiny unit, Quentin knows how to be bossy sometimes.
“My name is Regina Elavaris, General and Personal Captian of High Lord Tamlin. Though, you three may know me as Liam Elavaris.” Regina grins despite her serious voice.
“We don’t believe you,” Damien says. Of course he would say that.
“Damien, look under my right eye, at the scar you gave me when we first practiced sword fighting with real swords. Xavier, remember the time I helped you on the battlefield when we fought Hybern? You have a scar from that time on your left elbow. Quentin, look at my right hand, then look at your left hand. Those scars are from our pact to never abandon each other.”
“Only Liam knew about that…” Quentin whispers, then adds. “I can’t believe it…We were all beaten by a girl!”
There’s an awkward silence, and then Xavier is laughing. Everyone else joins in, and Regina has tears running down her face once they finish.
“I’m glad you guys aren’t mad about me not telling you.”
“We’re not. But, this certainly explains why you always refused to go to the hot springs with us,” Damien teases, earning a chuckle from everyone.
Regina then forces them all into a group hug. There’s all smiles and laughs and more smiles.
Dean and Sam Winchester were in their library, the eldest was reading an old lore book, and the youngest was on his laptop, looking for a case. The silence was comfortable, and much needed as a break from their high-stress life.
Dean cursed under his breath, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “Hello?”
“What did you idjits do?”
“Bobby?!” he exclaimed. Sam got up from his chair, eyes wide with surprise.
“No, it’s Chuck,” the man replied sarcastically. “What did you boys do?”
“Nothing! We didn’t do anything!” Dean defended. “H-How are you alive?”
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be calling you.” Bobby rolled his eyes.
“Where are you?”
“Home,” he answered. “Pulled out of heaven, and woke up on my bed.”
“We’re coming over,” Dean said, needing to see the man he saw as a father in person.
“Good. You can see Ellen and Jo too.”
“Ellen?! Jo? The hell is going on here, Bobby?!”
“I don’t know,” the man bit back. “Get your asses down here as soon as you can.” He hung up the phone, and Dean lowered his phone slowly.
“Welcome home, bitches!”
The two boys whirled around, seeing Charlie on top of the staircase of their bunker. Their jaws dropped.
“Sammy, get the holy water, and silver.” Dean narrowed his eyes at the girl. She only rolled her eyes, but tugged her sleeve up. Sam gave her the holy water which she drank, nothing happened. He sliced the top of her forearm with the silver blade, nothing happened.
“Jesus Christ, it’s good to see you, kid,” Dean breathed, giving her the biggest hug he could muster.
“You too, old man,” she said with a grin.
Sam was next, giving her a huge hug as well. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“Water under the bridge, Sam!” She ruffled his hair.
“We’re heading up to Bobby’s, apparently he’s alive.” Dean turned around, heading to his room to pack.
“And so is Ellen and Jo.”
“Damn. What did you boys do?”
“Nothing!” Sam answered defensively. “Maybe Chuck decided to give us a break after all.”
Dean scoffed. “Yea, right.”
“You hear from anyone else?” Charlie asked.
“No one yet.”
“We have an arsenal of people we’ve lost,” Dean added. “There are too many names running through my head right now.”
Suddenly, Sam’s phone rang. They all looked at his expectantly as he answered the call.
“Kevin!” Sam exclaimed with a huge grin. “How are you, buddy?”
“Confused… Back from the dead, but confused.”
The youngest Winchester could only laugh. “Well, we’re all heading to Bobby’s to get this sorted. Why don’t you meet us there?”
“Sure. See you soon.”
When the Winchesters got to Bobby’s house, everyone was already there.
“We all did the tests,” Bobby informed them, showing them the raised skin from cutting themselves with a silver knife.
Dean and Sam nodded, almost at tears. They looked around the room, familiar faces that they thought they would never see again. After days of catching up, everyone left, trying to get back to their normal lives.
The brothers drove back to the bunker, hearts full of joy, even if it’s just for a short time. Dean’s phone rang just as they were nearing the bunker.
“Squirrel, I need to talk to you,” Crowley said, his voice was cold.
“Well, talk,” Dean replied sassily.
Sam raised his eyebrows when he heard him growl.
“Take off the wardings. There’s someone you need to meet.”
“Do you think we’re stupid?” Dean rolled his eyes. “What makes you think we’re going to trust you.”
“This is not up for debate, Dean!” Crowley bellowed. “You can summon me in a demon trap.”
Dean glanced at Sam who shrugged. “Fine.” They prepared the demon trap in the dungeon and temporarily took down the wardings.
Crowley appeared, but he wasn’t alone.
“What do you want?”
He was holding a girl in his arms. Her clothes were tattered, and caked with blood and dirt, but most of her was covered by Crowley’s black jacket.
“Who the hell is she?” Dean’s hand reached out for the gun in his back.
“She is the girl who sold her soul to bring back everyone you lost.”
Sam peered over his brother’s shoulder, examining the girl to see if he recognized her. “We’ve never seen her.”
“No. You guys have never crossed paths.”
The brothers looked at Crowley uneasily. They’ve never seen him this serious, his eyes were glowing red, and any signs of comfort between them was replaced with heavy tension.
“Then who is she?” the youngest Winchester asked.
“Y/N. She’s a girl that one of my demons kidnapped.” His eyes flared with angry red, before he took a deep breath, calming himself. “One of my demons had a deep fascination with making child soldiers. She was a prisoner, they reduced her to nothing- to believe that she was nothing. She somehow managed to find out about you boys, and decided to make a deal to bring back a list of people you lost. Obviously, no one was going to do just that. The bitch that kidnapped her was actually a crossroad demon, and found out about her deal. She sent my hellhounds right there and then, killing her and sending her to hell where they personally tortured her for years before I stepped in. Those demons are now on the rack, where they’ll stay for ten times as long as the time she was tortured by them.”
“How long was she down there?” Sam whispered.
The boys stood shell-shocked. Their eyes wide with awe.
“The deal didn’t go through though! How did she bring them back?” Dean asked.
Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you baby doll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: And this is it! We’ve followed the road and now we’re at the end. I’ve had a blast writing this series and the comments and reviews that I’ve received have been so inspirational and have kept me motivated! I appreciate that y’all have enjoyed this series so much and I hope y’all will hang around for my upcoming series!
If you could talk, you would. But you found yourself temporarily incapable of speaking a single word as the deep-fried Oreo left your fingers covered in oils and left your throat coated in a warm mixture of butter and chocolate creme. After you downed the last bite of the fatty treat, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself before looking at Bucky, “God, that should not exist but I’m so glad it does.”
“Ya liked it, huh? I can get ya another one?”
“Nah,” You shook your head at his offer, “You’ve gotten me more than enough food tonight, Bucky. I feel like I’m about ready to explode. You’ll have to hose my guts off the cement.”
At your comment, Bucky couldn’t help the playful grimace that crawled onto his face.
You leaned back further into the small bench that he’d found for the both of you to take a break and relax on. It was questionably small and dirty. The wood was sticky at some parts, and you were more than sure that there were piles of gum stuck to the bottom of the bench. But the soles of your feet were starting to ache and your tummy was starting to feel uncomfortably full. After recalling everything that Bucky had encouraged you to eat, you suddenly remembered watching him devour nearly every food option in the carnival.
“How are you not full?” You asked before looking up at him as he slung his arm over the back of the bench, “You easily ate half your weight in hot dogs and cotton candy tonight.”
“I’m a bottomless pit, I guess,” He shrugged nonchalantly with a crooked smile. He watched you for a few seconds longer before he craned his neck a bit and he looked forward at the rest of the carnival. While he watched with nostalgia as kids ran around with balloons, as rings were tossed over bottles, as the brightly lit carousel turned soothingly, you watched the lines of his neck tattoo shift with his flesh. “Think I used to eat much more when I was younger, believe it or not.”
Now that was new. “Really?”
“Really,” Bucky nodded with a small smile, “I was a, uh, a chubby kid growin’ up.”
“That…to be honest, I can’t really picture that,” You chuckled, giving him a short once-over. “You’re kinda,” You waved at his physique awkwardly.
“I know. Lots ‘o…discipline, doll.” He smiled and you could see the devilish twinkle coming to life in his blue eyes as he leaned in an inch closer. And you had no capacity to doubt his remark, his powerful and strong physique more than enough proof. Hell, if you looked hard enough, you would be more than able to find the exact slopes of his biceps through the fabric of his Henley.
Alarm clock does it’s job and I turn it off. I look at the time. 7:00AM. I roll out of bed and walk straight t my bathroom. I turn on the shower and get in. Hot water going down my spine. I relax and just think.
It’s my first day of work. I’ve always wanted to be an actor, but I never thought that my career would start with a bang. I mean, we all know who John Green is and to shoot a movie that he wrote a script to is amazing. Plus, I get to work with Cody.
I didn’t know him before, but I soon found out, who was playing Jack (my best friend, then my boyfriend) I googled him and I have to admit, he’s cute. I mean he is older than me,but only a couple of years so it doesn’t make that kind of a difference.
Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants to be in a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 1 of 6)
A/N: Hi! Yes, I’m back! I don’t know if my return is a permanent thing, but all I know is I just couldn’t get this story out of my head and had to write it down. Either way, I hope you guys like it
“You know, what? Maybe if we get back in the car and leave, Lydia won’t even notice we’re gone.” I suggested to my boyfriend, Trevor, and he immediately chuckled.
“Babe, this is Lydia Martin we’re talking about.” He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “She’ll notice us leaving before we even get the chance to walk out that door.“
I groaned audibly as this sunk in. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Lydia’s one hell of an observant woman and would realize something was off the second we planned a getaway.
Lydia Martin, being the wonderfully thoughtful person she is, decided to throw a crazy party for the pack. She kept saying how ’‘we’re constantly putting our lives in danger to save everyone else” and how “we forgot what it’s like to be actual teenagers”. So, this party here at her house is an attempt to help us all relax, for once, and just have some fun.
I thank her for her effort, really, I do. And I was excited for this event, at first, that was until I got here and the sound of loud music pounded into my soul. People making out in every corner had my skin crawling and I feel like I will literally scream if I see one more person throw up in front of me.
"I’m going to go get a drink.“ I sighed, pulling Trevor’s arm off my shoulders and standing from the living room couch. “Want anything?”
“No, I’m good.” He simply stated, his eyes focused on something else in front of him.
I didn’t even bother to look at what grabbed all of his attention. I was way too concerned with giving into my current need of an alcoholic beverage.
Pushing against the sweaty bodies that danced across the floor, I somehow made my way to the kitchen. My mouth beginning to water as I thought about the bitter liquid burning down my throat.
A small smile etched across my lips the minute I walked inside and a very relaxed and calm Stiles, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in his hand, came into sight.
I’m not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot. The way his long sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the veins on his strong arms. How his hair was messy in such a sexy way and how he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Basically all of Beacon Hill’s finest ladies in this one house and, yet, you still manage to be here in the kitchen, alone.” I laughed, approaching the counter with the alcohol on it and wasting no time in making myself a cocktail. “Why am I not surprised, Stilinski?“
Stiles let out a chuckle as he stood up straight, realizing he was no longer by himself.
“Yeah, well, none of them really catch my eye.” He shrugged before taking a sip from his red plastic cup.
“Not unless she’s a redhead with emerald green eyes, right?” I raised an eyebrow, picking up some ice from its bucket and dropping them into my own cup.
“Right.” Stiles nodded, licking any lingering liquid off his pink lips. He slowly approached, stopping to stand behind me. “And what miracle brought you here? You hate parties.“
“As do you.” I smirked, turning around and leaning against the cupboards. “I remember a certain boy with a buzzcut telling me all about his social anxiety."
“Well, some things have indeed changed for that boy and, yet, he still does have terrible anxiety." Stiles shrugged, resting his body against the island that was fixiated in the middle of the kitchen. "He manages to grow out his hair and even a few muscles, but can’t shake off the constant feeling of being threatened."
"I blame natural selection. This is life’s way of telling us we’re the weaker links.” I raised my cup to Stiles and smirked. “So, here’s to us actually surviving this long and proving evolution wrong."
“Cheers.” Stiles chuckled, also raising his cup. We tapped our cups and with smiles on our faces, gulped down our drinks.
“Mm.“ I swallowed the last of my drink and turned around to refill my cup. "I should probably go back to Trevor. Wouldn’t want him suffering at this party alone."
"Ah, yes, your boyfriend.” Stiles raised an eyebrow, a look of disapproval spreading across his face. “Also known as Tragic Trevor by most."
“Not this again.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. With a sigh, I put down the bottle of Jack I used to fill the contents of my plastic cup and faced Stiles.
“Sorry.“ He lifted his hands in surrender. "You know I’m just looking out for you, right?"
“Yes, Stiles.” I sighed, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. “You and the rest of the pack have made it very clear how much you hate my new boyfriend."
“Hey, no. We don’t hate him.” Stiles spoke, following behind me. “We just strongly dislike him."
“It’s not like you guys ever tried to actually like him, anyway.” I scoffed as I entered the living room. A feeling of confusion came over me when I peered over to the couch and Trevor wasn’t anywhere in sight.
“Okay, fine. You have a point there.“ Stiles confessed, standing beside me whilst I looked around the room to try and find my boyfriend. "But, we also have our reasons, Emma. You know what the rumors say about him being the spawn of satan or whatever."
“Stiles, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” I stated, deciding to ignore him when my eyes landed on a very happy Scott. He was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a bubbly Kira wrapped in his arms.
“Hey, guys.“ I greeted the couple once I approached them, having to speak a little louder due to the deafening music.
"Hey!” They both exclaimed in union, clearly thrilled to see me here. Kira was obviously drunk and even Scott seemed a little tipsy. He must have laced his drink with some species of wolfsbane to get this effect.
“Have you guys seen Trevor, anywhere?” I asked them, hoping they weren’t drunk enough to not even be able to notice their surroundings.
“Oh, yeah.“ Scott spoke up, his words slurring, and a sigh of relief left my lips. "I think he went to the bathroom upstairs."
“Thanks, Scotty.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling.
A feeling of happiness washed over me as I stared at him. If there’s someone in this world that deserves nothing other than the absolute best, that person is Scott McCall. He does so much for the people around him, constantly putting their lives before his. But, the thing is, he doesn’t do it because he feels like he has to, he does it because that’s just who he is. A person so good and so pure that he can light up an entire room with just his smile.
I managed to walk past Scott and Kira and up the staircase. An annoyed sigh left my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps following behind me.
“Stiles, what are you doing?“ I asked the brown eyed boy once we reached the top of the stairs.
“I’m sorry for bringing all of that up again.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s fine, Stiles.“ I spoke honestly and walked up to the bathroom in the hall. "Just go back to the party."
“No, I want to help you find him.” Stiles stood his ground and I nodded, allowing him to make it up to me.
My right hand curled around the handle to the bathroom door and turned it. I slowly pushed the door open and, immediately, regretted ever trying to look for Trevor in the first place. I had no idea what I would end up actually finding.
The drink that was still in my hands from the kitchen dropped down to the floor and all of the liquid spread across the hall’s carpet as I stared in shock at the scene before me.
A girl I’ve never seen before was sitting on top of the sink’s counter with her legs wrapped around my boyfriend’s waist. The feeling of disgust washed over me as I watched Trevor stick his tongue down her throat. It was only then that I noticed her hands fumbling with his belt and I felt as if I was going to be sick.
Stiles was the first to speak with a faint ‘holy shit’ leaving his mouth.
The two horny teenagers detached their lips from each other and turned their heads towards the opened door.
Trevor’s eyes instantly landed on mine and I could see his pupils go from filled with lust to absolutely terrified.
“Emma.“ He said my name nervously, his voice laced with surprise.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t even think. All I could do was stare in shock as the realization hit me.
My boyfriend pushed himself away from the girl with no name and anxiously tried to fix his belt. When he began to approach me was when I was finally able to actually move.
"We’re over.” I stated weakly, my voice breaking and I could feel tears threaten to escape.
“No, wait-“ He tried to protest, but I didn’t stick around to find out what excuse he would use.
I ran down the stairs and rushed past Scott and Kira. I heard the sound of my name being called by my friends, but I didn’t even bother to answer.
Without actually thinking, I pulled the front door open and trudged outside. I let out a scream of frustration so loud that I didn’t even hear the front door being opened behind me.
Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder and I, immediately, jumped. Quickly turning around, my heartbeat slowed once I realized I wasn’t being attacked and it was just Stiles.
He had this look on his face of I knew this would happen and I just wanted him to get the hell away from me.
“Don’t!” I shouted, anger lacing my voice, when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’."
“Actually, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home.” Stiles stated, his voice kind and soft.
“Oh.” I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheek and sighed. “I would, thanks."
“Don’t mention it.” He waved his hand at me. “Come on."
I nodded as he rested his hand on the small of my back and lead us to his blue jeep. I closed my eyes once inside and leaned my head against the window. A feeling of defeat came over me as I thought about my, yet another, failed relationship.
The ride to my house was peaceful and comfortable. The radio played soft music and Stiles talked all the way through. Constantly making stupid jokes and witty sarcastic remarks to make me laugh. The strange part is that they actually worked.
“And here we are.” Stiles stated with a playful voice once we pulled into my house’s driveway. “Need anything else before I go, m'lady?"
“Actually, yes.” I nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Can you stay over? My parents are gone for the weekend and I really don’t want to spend the night alone with my own thoughts."
A soft smile spread across his face, Stiles’ eyes filled with care. A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over my body. If there’s someone who always manages to make me feel safe, that person is, without a doubt, Stiles Stilinski.
"Of course.” Stiles nodded and turned the ignition off.
We both got out of Roscoe and entered my house. Stiles immediately layed down on the couch, already making himself feel at home, and I went upstairs to grab blankets and pillows for him to sleep comfortably.
It didn’t take me long to get what I needed and walk back downstairs to hand them to Stiles.
“Thanks.“ He smiled, putting the blankets and pillows down on the couch he would be crashing on.
“No problem.” I smiled back. “Do you need any pajamas to sleep in? I could go get something from my dad’s clothes."
“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Stiles waved me off, resting his head against the sofa.
“Well, what are you going to sleep in?“ I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Stiles laughed, turning to look at me.
“Emma, I’m a guy.” He chuckled, pointing to himself. “So, you know, my boxers."
“Oh, right.” I laughed, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I forgot how easy things are for your kind."
“It’s a blessing, really.” Stiles shrugged. But then, suddenly, sat up with a look of surprise stretched across his face.
Before I could even ask what was wrong, Stiles’ hands flew to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a buzzing phone.
“Hey, dad.“ He answered the phone, his voice nervous and I laughed. "Yeah, no. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention there was a party-"
Stiles abruptly stopped speaking and I can only assume his dad had interrupted him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the Sheriff clearly lectured his only son.
I chuckled a bit, standing up from the couch and Stiles’ eyes followed me.
"I’m gonna go change.” I explained, pointing to the staircase behind me.
“I know you hate it when I do that, dad…” Stiles sighed into the phone, but not without giving me a thumbs up, first.
With a smile on my lips, I ran up into my room and put on comfortable clothes to relax in. My pajamas consisted of a blue tank-top and striped shorts. I didn’t go back downstairs before managing to quickly brush my teeth.
“So, did you tell your dad you’re sleeping over?“ I asked Stiles with a grin on my face once I sat back down on the sofa.
“Yeah, he’s not too thrilled about it, but whatever.” Stiles shrugged, putting his phone on the coffee table before him. “I’m here for you."
“Thanks.” I smiled weakly and he faced me, his eyebrows raising up.
“Speaking of which, are you okay?“ Stiles question was sincere and filled with concern.
“Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, leaning into the cushions. “We haven’t been dating that long, anyway. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. Trevor and I were still getting to know each other, really. I don’t know, it just hurts that he would so easily humiliate me like that. That every boyfriend I’ve ever had only ever thought about themselves."
Stiles looked at me as if he were trying really hard to understand what I was saying and I let out another sigh.
“Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in ended badly. Maybe, I should just stop trying, you know? Maybe I should just have one night stands and never worry about being someone’s girlfriend ever again."
“Hey, at least you have relationships.” Stiles intervened, letting out a breath of defeat himself. “I’ve been trying to be with Lydia since forever and it’s only ever lead to nothing.”
“Okay, but you dated Malia.“ I pointed out and Stiles scoffed.
“Malia was a mistake.” He shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s amazing, but we were never a real couple. I guess I just dated her because I pitied her, really.”
“We’re both such failures in the romance department.” I chuckled and Stiles chuckled along with me. “God, I am so done with romance."
“Oh, you can’t be serious?” He smirked.
“No, but I am.“ I disagreed and, then, turned my entire body to face Stiles. "You know what I really want?"
Stiles shook his head and grinned. "What do you really want?"
“To have someone that I can just have sex with.” I confessed and Stiles laughed. “I’m serious! I wish that that existed. You know, someone you meet with regularly just to satisfy your needs. No feelings and no complications, just pure sex."
“It does exist.” Stiles stated. “They call it friends with benefits."
“God, I want that.” I sighed, closing my eyes and returning to my resting position on the couch.
“Yeah, me too.“ Stiles confessed and my eyes snapped open.
“What?” I laughed. “What about Lydia?"
“What about Lydia?” He shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, I’m in love with Lydia, but I also have needs, you know?"
"Oh, my God.” I scoffed, staring at him in awe. “You’re such a guy."
“You know what? I am going to take that as a compliment.” Stiles spoke, his expression clearly smug.
I watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his bottom lip, a feeling of desire, suddenly, pulsing through me. That’s when a brilliant idea came to me and the lightbulb in my head went off.
And apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this new thought inside my mind. Stiles’ eyes seethed want and excitement. The sexual tension in the room now beginning to feel palpable.
“Stiles…“ I said his name slower than usual as my eyes went back up to his. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?"
“Well, that depends.” Stiles grinned, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you thinking about chicken nuggets?"
"Stilinski, I know for a fact you’re not thinking about chicken nuggets, right now.” I stated, biting down on my bottom lip and I could see his eyes quickly flicker to my mouth then back up.
“Okay.“ He smirked, leaning in closer to me. "Then, what am I thinking about?”
My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of lust crashing down on my body.
“Well, I can only assume you’re thinking the same as I am.” I inched closer, the space between our faces slimming considerably. “And I just so happen to be thinking about taking off my clothes… for your amusement."
“My amusement?” I could sense the cocky smile in his words even though our eyes shared an intense and tension-filled stare.
I slowly nodded and reached behind my back to unhook my laced bra. Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I gently pushed the straps down my arms.
“Because I know that what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours is filled with the smuttiest ideas that even porn can’t come up with.“ I took my bra out from under my shirt and threw it on his lap. "And I want you to know that I can help you persue them."
Stiles’ eyes quickly broke our gaze and they shifted to the intimate garment on his thighs. With a small and almost inaudable moan escaping his lips, Stiles’ gaze rested on my erect nipples just underneath the thin layer of cotton.
"Stiles.” I called his name and his eyes reluctantly snapped up to mine. “Do you want to do this? To become friends with benefits?"
“God, yes.” He groaned, his strong demeanor faltering.
A bolt of desire rushed through my body and rested down in my core. A smirk permanently etching on my lips.
“Then, take me.”
That’s all the encouragement Stiles needed to break the small space between us and push his urgent lips against mine. A moan fell from my mouth when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.
Stiles’ lips worked expertly on mine and it made me curious as to how perfectly his tongue must work as well. Sliding my tongue against his bottom lip, I asked Stiles for an entrance and he granted me one.
Our tongues danced together, both mouths knowing exactly how to pleasure the other and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with such a good kisser before.
“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his chest breathing heavily. “We’re too close of friends, this can’t possibly work.”
“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows, also out of breath. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You and I have no romantic interests in each other. We’re just here for the sex.”
“Okay, but what if one of us ends up wanting more than just sex?”
“That’s not gonna happen.” I shook my head and stretched my arms behind his neck. “You’re infatuated with Lydia and I never want a relationship again."
“What if one of us falls for the other?” Stiles spoke with his voice full of concern.
“Stiles, you’re thinking too much.“ I smiled and pressed my lips against his neck.
"That’s not gonna happen and if by some off chance that it does, we shut this down immediately.”
"Stiles, relax.” I spoke in between kisses. My tongue darting out to softly suck on his pulse point and Stiles moaned. “How about this? We do this tonight and, by the time we’re done, if you still feel this way about it, we never do it again. Do you think that’ll be okay with you?”
I looked up to see Stiles with his eyes closed as he lets me work my magic on his neck. He slowly opens his eyes once I stop and stares at me.
“Yes.” Stiles nods, his grip around my waist tightening. “That sounds like a good plan.”
“Wonderful.” I smiled, urgently kissing him again.
Stiles’ hands lowered down to my ass and he squeezed it, a shameless moan being released from me. I let us enjoy this moment of devouring each others’ lips before deatching myself from his arms and standing up.
His eyes never left me, even though he was very confused, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his very swollen and plump pink lips. It makes me wonder about what his other swollen and pink body part must look like at this exact moment.
As I bite down on the bottom of my lip, I slowly pull up my shirt off my body. If we were in a cartoon right now, Stiles’ eyes would be out of their sockets with how wide they are.
I let him take in the sight in front of him before walking towards my staircase, never taking my eyes off of Stiles. Lifting my finger, I seductively called him towards me and he instantly jumped up.
The next thing I know, we’re both running up the stairs and into my room. Stiles’ mouth crashes back onto mine as soon as he closes the bedroom door.
My hands make their way through his silky hair, slightly pulling back and Stiles lets out a small whimper.
“That felt strangely good.” He laughed against my lips and smiling into the kiss, I pulled his hair again.
Something lit up inside of Stiles as he, suddenly, broke our kiss and urgently pushed me onto my bed. A laugh and an excited squeal escaped my chest the second I fall back onto the mattress.
Stiles hovers over me and my eyes flicker into his. The boy with beautiful freckles, currently, had large and dark pupils, full of burning lust.
It’s as if our lips had found this new addiction we just can’t shake off as we kiss continuously. My fingers slowly unbotton his plaid shirt and my hands go underneath the fabric, my panties getting wetter at the feeling of his smooth skin against my palm.
Breaking the kiss, I push Stiles’ shirt off his shoulders and my tongue grazes the bottom of my lip as I stare at his impressive chest.
Stiles has never been an athletic person, but he sure does have the body of one. His shoulders were broad, his arms surprisingly strong with muscles, and his stomach lean enough to show the start of future abs in the making. I guess playing lacrosse and running away from supernatural creatures all these years have really paid off.
With a smirk spread across my lips, I quickly pushed Stiles’ beside me and rolled over his body. He had a new sense of excitement spark in his eyes as I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his inviting skin.
My fingers played along with Stiles’ delicious happy trail and I could feel the goosebumps rapidly appearing on his skin. My tongue trailed down and stopped right before the immediate hair poking out of his kakis and I could see his chest rising up and down.
Stiles breathed heavily as I unlooped his belt out of his pants and threw them onto the floor. With anticipation aching inside of my body, I unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs.
The fire burning in my core heated even more when my eyes came face to face with the bulge popping in his boxers. As soon as I finished pulling his pants off his legs and discarded of them, Stiles, unexpectedly, grabbed me. He pulled me up towards him and pushed me down onto the bed, him being back on top.
“What are you doing?” I laughed at his suddeness and Stiles smiled cockily at me.
“I want to taste you.” He confessed, slowly sliding my pajama shorts off my legs. “Right now.”
“Damn.” I moaned, the smile on my face disappearing and being replaced with my teeth biting down on my lips.
Once the shorts were finally on the floor, Stiles hovered down to the bottom half of my body and my core ached in anticipation.
“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned, my breath hitching in my lungs as he swipes a finger over the thin layer of cotton covering me. “You are so fucking wet.”
All I could do was whimper, my body craving his most intimate touch. Stiles did the unexpected when he ripped apart my panties and I gasped.
Before I could even complain, his tongue swiped along my folds and an embarrassing sound came out of my chest in response.
My body seethed with lust as he stretched my legs apart and settled his head between them. Fuck, that’s hot.
I couldn’t contain my filthy moans when he slowly rolled his tongue over my clitoris, my fingers resting on the back of his head. Stiles drew figure eights with his tongue and I pulled against his hair, both of us now whimpering and moaning.
“Fuck, Stiles.“ I managed to call out in between pleasure-filled groans. "More.”
He didn’t need to be told twice as Stiles spread my legs apart even more and added his fingers to the mix.
Stiles licked harder at my clit and pressed a finger into my core, causing one hand of mine to let go of his hair and harshly cling onto the bedsheet.
Before I could even ask, Stiles added another finger. My body was already drowing in pleasure, but I really lost it when he curled his fingers inside of me.
“Fuck.” I grunted in lust, my heart beating faster than ever and my eyes flickering shut.
Stiles’ tongue and fingers did absolute magic and when my legs started shaking uncontrollably was when I knew I was close.
“Stiles, I’m almost there.” My voice sounded weak as the need to release flooded me.
With his free hand, Stiles gripped onto my thigh and worked harder. His fingers pumped faster along with his tongue.
The second Stiles gently bit down on my clitoris was when my orgasm had reached its much needed peak. All I remember was my back arching, my legs shaking, and my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.
The pleasure made its way through my veins and I could feel it dance on every inch of my skin.
Stiles kept going to increase my high and only stopped when I had to literally pull him away from my body.
My chest rose and fell constantly with my heavy breaths, a grin planted on his face as he hovered back over me.
“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?“ Stiles smirked, his face inches from mine. His finger wiped some of my juices off my thigh and made its way past his swollen lips and into his mouth.
All I could do was shake my head, my panting too heavy.
With a cocky grin permanently etched onto his lips, he repeated his actions. But, this time his finger slowly entered my mouth.
Never breaking our eye contact, I sucked on his finger. My tongue grazed his wet skin and I could feel Stiles’ cock twitch against my thigh. A moan fell from my lips when I tasted myself. He was actually right, I really do have a pretty impressive taste.
"You are so fucking hot.” Stiles audibly moaned before pulling his finger out of my warm mouth and crashing his lips against mine.
I could faintly taste myself in his kiss and my hands flew to the hem of his boxers in response.
“This needs to go.” I breathed against his lips and Stiles nodded in agreement.
He broke away from me to take off his underwear and I swear I had to actually control myself from drooling at the sight of his penis.
“Well, fuck.” I groaned, my eyes unable to look away.
“Do you like what you see?“ Stiles chuckled, tossing his boxers on the floor.
"Oh, I love what I see.” I confessed, reaching my hand for his very pink and very swollen tip. “Damn.“
Stiles let out a hitched breath when my index finger came into contact with his head, wiping the precum from his skin. His wide and gleaming eyes never left mine as I put my finger with his precum into my mouth.
“Mhm.” I moaned appreciatively at the salty taste, my warm tongue running over my finger.
“Holy fuck.” Stiles grunted, wasting no time in placing himself between my legs and hitching them behind his waist. “Where do you keep your condoms?”
“Nightstand.“ I stated, ready for this to take its next step.
Stiles’ arm reached over to my nightstand and he opened the drawer. My lips planted wet kisses against his neck as he grabbed a condom from its box.
I began sucking on his pulse point, Stiles letting out a small moan before impatiently ripping the package with his teeth. My tongue grazed his delicious skin and Stiles put the protection on his member.
His hands carefully pulled my face away from his neck and laid me down on my pillow. Stiles’ lips fell back onto my own and he let go of my head. His left hand wrapped around my thigh as his other hand got a hold of his cock, positioning himself against my entrance.
“Ready?” Stiles asked before going any further. I nodded with a smirk, my tongue wetting the bottom of my lip.
He kissed me again before slowly pushing himself into me. We both let out animalistic moans against each others’ mouths at the feeling of our bodies deliciously joining.
His cock stretched my walls and my nails dug into his shoulder, a pained grunt escaping from Stiles. I quickly pulled my nails away from his skin.
“Sorry.” I apologized as he stopped once he was fully in, now waiting for me to adjust to his size.
“Don’t be.” Stiles lazily smiled, his eyes narrowing with a smirk. “I actually liked it.”
A chuckled erupted from my chest and Stiles laughed along with me. My nails once again digging into his back and he whimpered in satisfaction.
Stiles patiently waited for my body to be ready and distracted himself in the time being. He leaned in and began kissing my collarbone, swiping his tongue across.
“You can move now.” I suggested when my core began throbbing with need.
Without detaching his lips from my skin, Stiles slowly pulled out and, then, pushed back in. My heels dug into his ass as he thrusted in a slow, but amazing, pace.
Once he sensed I could go for more, Stiles picked up the speed and my body thanked him for it.
I never imagined having sex with one of my closest friends, but boy was I sure glad it’s now happening.
Something about seeing a best friend in his most exposing and vulnerable moment is such a turn on. Having sex just for the sake of pleasure without any feelings attached is truly the dream… and I just might get to live it.
Stiles was now pounding into me at this point and the moans we were both releasing felt so dirty and I loved every second of it. His mouth found its way back on mine, but our kisses were too messy and actually lazy from how concentrated we were on the building pleasure in our groins.
With every thrust, my body was feeling increasingly good and nearing its peak. Who would’ve ever guessed that Stiles Stilinski was so impressively great at sex?
“Are you close?” A breathless Stiles asked against my lips.
“Yes.“ I nodded as I felt his pounding beginning to feel sloppy. "What about you?”
“Pretty much already there.” Stiles confessed and I smiled against his lips.
Poor thing’s trying to hold on as long as he can for my sake. I took one of hands from his back and made my way towards where our bodies were moving together.
“I got it.” Stiles stated between kisses and placed his middle finger on my clitoris before I could.
I moaned loudly in appreciation and Stiles grinned against my mouth. He wasted no time in rapidly working on my nub, getting me to my release faster.
With a scream falling from my lips, I was the first to cum. My orgasm crashing down on me hard. I could feel my walls clenching around Stiles and that’s when he lost it.
His face settling in my neck as my body muffled his own scream. Our bodies shook together, the intense pleasure taking over the both of us.
Stiles only stopped thrusting when we both couldn’t take anymore, our private parts too sensitive to handle movement.
“Fuck.” Stiles said completely out of breath, softly pulling out and falling on the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”
“I’ll say.“ I scoffed, wiping the accumulated sweat off my forehead. "Impressive work, Stilinski.”
I raised my hand into the air and Stiles laughed the second he noticed what I was requesting.
“You, too.“ His palm came into contact with mine for a much deserved high-five.
With a smile etched across my lips, I turned my head so that I could face him. Stiles was already looking at me with satisfied eyes.
"So, do you want this to be a regular thing?” I asked, smirking at his glowing smile.
“Well, I don’t see why not.“ Stiles shrugged.
"Attaboy, Stilinski.” I laughed and fistbumped his shoulder. “This is gonna be so much fucking fun.”