she deserved so much more than what jeff davis gave her

Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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First Date

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: Jeff and (Y/N) had their first date.

Words: 1.509

A/N: I am overwhelmed that my Jeff imagine has more than 500 notes and I can’t thank you, guys, enough. Expect more Jeff imagines and if you have some requests, my ask box is always open. Please, because I need more Jeff Atkins imagines. HE SURELY DESERVED BETTER!

P.S.: Expect more imagines later as I am feeling productive today. 

- G. x


“(Y/N), Jeff is here!” Your brother Alex shouted as he knocked on your bedroom door. You excitedly opened the door as it was your ever first date with a guy. “You look amazing.” He complimented you as he examined your look.

“Thanks, Lex.” You kissed him on his cheek as you felt little more confident with your brother’s compliment.

“Truth.” He smiled as you both went downstairs. He has always been an overprotective brother and it sometimes annoyed you, because he was worse than your parents when it came to you and boys.

“Sweet.” You said as you opened the front door. You saw a nervous Jeff waiting for you outside and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Hey Jeff!”

“Hey, (Y/N)! Hey, Alex!” He politely greeted and you flashed him a sweet smile, although you wanted to give him a tight hug for your contentment.

“Atkins, not later that 10 pm. Okay?” Your brother strictly imposed and you saw Jeff gulping as he became more nervous.

“Alex, I am not 12 anymore.” You shot him a death glare and he rolled his eyes.

“Alright, 11 pm and that’s final!” He crossed his arm and the only thing you did was to huff.

“Alex Standall!” You protested.

“It’s perfectly fine, (Y/N). Alex, she’ll be home by 11 pm.” Jeff courteously assured your bigger brother and you just shook your head. His nervousness seemed to fade away.

“Good! Take care of her if you don’t want a baseball bat stuck up in your ass.” Alex sassily warned and you dragged Jeff away from the front yard as you were fed up by your brother’s behaviour. He crossed the line.

“Fuck off, Alex.” You rolled your eyes and he just laughed because he knew that he successfully annoyed you.

“Enjoy!” He winked at you and Jeff and he went inside the house, closing the front door.

“Asshole.” You shouted and Jeff just laughed because he found your relationship with your brother amazing. “Don’t mind him, Jeff.”

“It’s alright.” He smiled at you as you started to walk towards the movie theatre. “He’s perfectly got the point.” He was nervous when he first saw you, but then he felt comfortable, luckily.

“But we have time just until 11 pm.” You fussed. “He’s annoying when he acts like this.”

“He loves you and he wants the best for you, (Y/N).” Jeff explained as he knew how boys are made of. “But don’t worry because I am not failing your brother.” Some of them are jerks and they would just break girls’ hearts, but Jeff wasn’t one of them. He was an angel and a gentleman.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe that you are defending my brother! I am remembering you that you are going out on a date with me and not with that pain in the ass.” You rolled your eyes, but you let out a loud laugh as you heard Jeff laughing.

“Oh, right!” He agreed and you just laughed even more. “But the first rule is court the family first.” He winked at you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder.
In no time, you arrived at the movie theatre and you stood in front of the ticket booth with Jeff.

“What film would you like to watch?” Jeff asked you as he was looking at the movie posters.

“30 ways to die!” You happily exclaimed and he smiled at you. It was a horror film, but you didn’t want to choose the romantic one because you thought that it was so cliché.

“Two tickets for 30 ways to die is it then.” He handed the money to the clerk and he got the two tickets.

“Enjoy!” The clerk exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Thank you.” He thanked politely. It amazes you how educated Jeff is. He was grown well by his parents. He was not one of those asshole jocks at school and you liked him for that.

“Thank you.” You gratefully thanked him.

“Not a biggie!” He caressed your cheek with his thumb and then you proceeded inside the movie theatre. There you saw Clay and Hannah as they were talking of their stuffs while working.

“Oh hey!” Clay greeted the two of you and he did his usual handshake with Jeff. “I bet you are watching Never Say Goodbye tonight.”

“Wrong guess, Jensen!” You winked at him and you noticed Jeff corrugating his forehead. Was he jealous? “Hey Hannah!”

“Hi there!” She flashed you her sweetest smile and you thought that she was really beautiful.

“How much is it?” Jeff asked as he was about to take his billfold out.

“Everything’s on me tonight! Enjoy your date, love birds!” Clay teased the two of you and Jeff just shook his head for his best friend’s attitude.

“See you later!” Hannah winked at me. “Enjoy!”

“Thank you so much.” You both smiled at your friends and went to the screening room. You were just right in time and the film has started.

From the beginning of the film, you already regretted that you chose a horror film. You were so scared and you never shouted like that before. Luckily, there was Jeff who hugged you in every scary scene, even though he risked getting his tympanum broken. But in short, he was hugging you the whole time.

You didn’t mind it at first, but then you loved the feeling of having his arms wrapped around your shoulders, so you went with it.

“Great film, isn’t it?” Jeff winked at you as the lights turned on after the film. “Let’s watch another horror movie?”

“Cut it off, Atkins!” You laughed as you pretended to be annoyed at him. “But thank you.”

“You’re always welcome, (Y/N).” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you walked out of the room.

“How was the film?” Clay asked in a teasing tone and you just shook your head.

“Great.” Jeff gave two thumbs up and a wink in response. Hannah and Clay giggled as they surely heard the screams coming from the room, but you shook it off.

“Have a good night, guys.” Clay sweetly said.

“Good night.” You and Jeff said in unison. You noticed Jeff trying not to smile as Clay was silently teasing him.

“Bring her home before her curfew or Alex will hate you forever.” Hannah warned and you all laughed at the thought of the curfew.

“We better get going then.” Jeff seriously said this time and you said your goodbyes to Hannah and Clay.

You started to walk way back home and, fortunately, you still had time before the curfew. Alex was serious about it and you had no guts to violate his rules or you knew that he would be worse than he already was.

“Thank you once again, Jeff.” You said as you reached your block. “I had fun, even if it wasn’t obvious.”

“I had fun too, thank you.” He slightly giggled as he thanked you and you found him cute and sexy.

There was a moment of silence and you both found yourselves leaning in for a good night kiss.

The thought of kissing Jeff’s lips made your heart skip every beat of it. You shared a sweet kiss while he caressed your cheek and you loved it, although it had a popcorn taste, but it soon ended because your nosey brother opened the door and you both had to act normal.

“Exact 11 pm. Great job, Jeff.” Alex smiled sincerely as he hid his phone that served him to see the time. “No more curfew next time.”

“Finally!” You rejoiced because of what your brother had said and he just let out a laugh.

“Idiot.” He playfully insulted you. “Let’s go?”

“Yes, sir!” You nodded as you flashed Jeff a smile once again. “See you on Monday?”

“See you on Monday.” Jeff smiled widely as he thought of the kiss that you had shared. You were still blushing and feeling nervous because of it, but you managed to not get caught by your brother.

“Bye!” You said in unison and you watched him as he walked back home.

“So, how was the kiss?” Alex quickly asked as you entered the house. There he was, being nosey once again.

“Oh my God, Alex!” You covered your face as you felt the burning sensation for one more time. You felt uncomfortable talking of these things with your big brother.

“He better not hurts you or the baseball bat!” He winked at you and you both laughed loudly. You finally understood that he was just protecting you and Jeff was doing the right thing to court your family first before you.

“Thank you, asshole.” You hugged your dorky brother to thank him sincerely.

“No problem.” He hugged you back and gave you a kiss on your forehead while he played with your hair.

You were happy that your first date with Jeff went well and, of course, you were grateful to have Alex as your brother, even though he was so overprotective and vexatious.


That Party Feeling - Jeff Atkins

You are not a party person. One night, when Jeff Atkins makes you attend one, that changes. One silly party game changes everything.

 (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader) (2842 words)

Originally posted by wkom

“I don’t know Jeff, it just isn’t really my thing.” Jeff shook his head, eyes still on the road. He was driving you home, like he always did after school. It became second nature for him to find you at your locker and drag you out to his car, insisting to drive you. His kindness was one of the many perks of being friends with Jeff Atkins. However, his affinity for attending parties was a downside. You didn’t enjoy the noise or the people, but Jeff seemed to live off of it.

“C’mon Y/N, it’s going to be awesome. Jessica Davis is hosting too,” he said it like the fact a known-party girl was hosting was a rarity. You rolled your eyes as Jeff turned onto your street.

“I just, I don’t know,” you said quietly. Jeff pulled the car into the driveway of your house, parking it at the top. He shut off the car and turned in his seat to look you in the eyes.

“Okay, Professor ‘I Don’t Know’,” you laughed at his words, “I will be right here, in your driveway, at eight at night ready to pick you up.” He smiled at you sweetly, trying to win you over. If it wasn’t for the way his eyes sparkled when they looked at you, you’ve remained silent.You threw your hands in the air, in dramatic defeat.

“Fine, I’ll be ready.” Jeff laughed as you opened the car door and grabbed your bag. “I’ll see you at eight,” you said and shut the door. He watched as you walked up your porch and opened your front door when you heard Jeff yell.

“Dress to impress!” You turned around and gave Jeff the finger, causing him to laugh as he pulled out of the driveway. You watched as he car traveled down the street, biting your bottom lip as you did. Jeff Atkins was your friend, so why did you feel butterflies tickling your tummy at the thought of going with him to a cliche, High School party?


       “Y/N, Jeff is here! Are you going-” As you walked into your mother’s line of sight, her speech trailed off. You weren’t totally dressed up; you had just thrown on an outfit you knew Jeff liked. His hold on you, had shaped the way you acted. Jeff wasn’t your friend because he wanted you to change, he was your friend because you were who you were. But you couldn’t help but try to hint that you wanted more than friendship to bloom between the two of you.

      “You look great Y/N/N,” your mother said. You nodded a thanks to her as you walked towards the door.

      “I’ll be back around ten, no later. I’ll text you if something comes up.” You spoke as you as you put on your jacket.

     “Alright,” you mom said, “have fun. Not too much fun!” You smiled as you walked out of the door and out onto the porch. You saw Jeff rummaging around in his seat, as if looking for something. When he looked up at you, you almost giggled at his expression. Even through the window, you could see that bright, dumb smile. You walked over to the passenger side door, popping inside once you opened it. You buckled quickly, not looking at Jeff as you did. When you did look at him, you found that he was already staring at you.

   “You look,” he raised his hand in the air and tried to formulate the words he was looking for in the air.

     “Wow, thanks Atkins,” you teased and Jeff chuckled. He looked down to his lap and then back up at you, as if he couldn’t believe something. Another long moment passed until you spoke up.

      “So are we going or?” Jeff blushed and put the car in reverse. Seconds later, you were on your way to a night you would remember forever.

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Yes or No? Part 2 (Montgomery de la Cruz, 13 Reasons)

~it’s finally here! I like how it turned out. Please tell me what you think and as always, request! Love you all, thanks for the support~

First day back and you hadn’t even made it through the day, what a trooper you were. You’d managed to contain yourself enough to call your mom and ask her if you could spend the night at Jessica’s. She couldn’t contain her excitement, that you were finally going out and being a person again with someone other than Monty. Little did she know, everything was worse.

Jessica had ditched the rest of the day to be with you at her house. She’d even ditched her plans with Justin that night. But she said if he even so much as went to the same get together as Montgomery, she’d cut his balls off. You could tell she was trying not to have “I told you so” talk. She’d been one of the most vocal when it came to being anti- your relationship with Montgomery, in the beginning especially. She listed all of her cheer friends he’d hooked up with and never texted back. She’d mentioned on many occasions what a flirt he was. She’d even said that his anger problems should have been enough to keep you from dating the jock. But it only took mere weeks for you to be head over heels for the hothead. And no one could deny how happy he seemed to make you. Just like no one could deny that you brought out the good in him.

It was midnight. Jess was still up with Sheri. You were passed out on Sheri’s lap. They’d pretty much watched you cry yourself to sleep. Two girls that you probably wouldn’t have been all that close with had it not been for your relationship with Monty. You’d been acquaintances at best. They were apart of Jeff’s ‘friend group’, sure. But you two lead your lives separate enough to where you didn’t necessarily know all of the same people.

You’d wanted to invite Hannah, hell, you’d even wanted to see Skye when she texted you, reaching out. Jesus, shit got around fast. Then again, a lot of people had witnessed it for themselves. On that very public stage that was the main hallway. Bottom line was though, neither Jessica nor Sherri seemed to want Hannah there. Maybe that was what made Hannah think everyone hated her. You couldn’t blame her for that.

Out of no where, you were startled awake by Jessica raising her voice and her bedroom light being switched on.

“I swear to God I’ll get my dad. Get out of my house! All of you. Go on!” You opened your eyes slightly. You had a feeling you knew what was going on, but you didn’t want to believe it was happening.

“God damn it Jess. There’s no need for that. I heard him out. You guys should.” Justin whisper-yelled.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and see Justin pleading with his girlfriend, while Monty stood behind him, his jaw clenched.

“Why the hell are you two breaking and entering?! And Jessica said you’re not even supposed to be with Montgomery.” Sheri whispered.

“There’s five of them!” Jessica pointed out her bedroom window. Standing on the roof right outside were Marcus, Zach, and Alex.

“Leave!” Sheri said, her tone normal, but not level the same time.

“No.” All five of them said at the same time, causing a booming echo.

“Leave before you wake up my brothers.” Jessica said firmly. She glanced towards the wall that she shared with one of her brothers, as his bedroom was next to hers.

“I’m not leaving before I talk to you.” Montgomery was being serious, no doubt. His eyes were full of pain and they were red. You couldn’t decide if he’d gotten high with the boys or if he’d actually been crying. But either way, you wanted nothing other than to deny him his wish.

“This is Jessica’s house. She doesn’t want you here. And neither do I.” You said sharply. You didn’t look straight at him, because you didn’t want him to see how many tears were already slipping down your cheeks. So you buried your head in Sheri’s lap again. She ran her hands up and down your back, trying to help level your breathing.

“I’ll throw you over my shoulder and drag you out of this damn house myself, Y/N.” Montgomery walked forward. Jessica pushed him back.

“No you fucking won’t.” You snapped, still not looking up at him.

“Oh yeah? Who’s gonna stop me? Twig one and twig two? I don’t think so.” Monty knelt down so he was face to face with you, since you still hadn’t moved from Sheri’s lap.

“I would say Jeff would kick your ass, but we all know why that’s not gonna work out, now don’t we?” There was a tension filled silence. Sheri wouldn’t let go of your hand as your breaths grew more and more uneven again.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Monty finally mumbled. Yeah, you did know. And maybe it was selfish, but you said it so he’d hurt even more than he already was.

“I guess. But I still want you to leave.” You got up and stood next to Jessica, who had just finished fending off Justin’s who was trying to get back on her good side by embracing her.

“Look me in my eyes and say that.” Montgomery said. His tone was firm, like he knew you weren’t going to be able to do what he said. He was right. So you stayed silent.

“See, I know that after everything we’ve been through, you don’t wanna just throw me away like that. Let’s go.” He stood behind you. Everything he’d ever done for you crossed your mind in that moment. The times that you were sick and he’d fall asleep on the couch after picking up your prescription for you. The countless times he asked your mom if she needed any help with dinner, or if your dad and Jeff needed help with any labor work outside. 'If they’re happy with me, then they’ll continue to let me make you happy, Y/N.’ he’d said once. You’d told the girls about it, they found it unbelievable that Montgomery De la Cruz had said that to a girl.

You turned around slowly, looking up at him. You nodded, and he took your hand, heading for the bedroom door.

“I swear to God if you hurt her anymore than you already have I’ll do what Jeff would have done if he were here.” Jessica’s words truly came out in a growl.

“Davis, you’ve always hated us together. I get it, maybe I don’t deserve her. Hell, I know I don’t. But I’ve never hurt her before this. I didn’t mean to hurt her now. So don’t talk about things when you don’t know shit. As I recall, you haven’t really stopped by too much in the past few weeks, have you Jessica?” You had told Jessica not to stop by. You’d been a mess and you were really only comfortable with Monty seeing you in your state. She’d broken the rule a few times but not that many.

“Fuck you Monty. She told me not to.” Jessica moved as though she was going to hit Monty, but Justin stopped her.

“Well let me tell you something about Y/N, alright? It’s all in her eyes. She can say one thing and mean another and I can tell you what the fuck she’s actually thinking just by her eyes. That’s why she won’t look at me and say it. Because she knows she wants to hear me out.” Montgomery’s statement got no response from anyone else in the room. And with that, he took your hand again and lead you out of the bedroom door. No one stopped him. No one could find it in them to stop him.

You were silent. Still angry and upset, you didn’t know what you could say even if you wanted to speak.

“I love you.” He said once you were both seated in his jeep that was parked out front. You laughed a little.

“Do you, though?” She asked him. He threw his keys down on his dash in frustration.

“That’s a bullshit question, and you know it.” He grumbled, still staring at you, practically begging for eye contact.

“I love you too.” You mumbled back to him, staring at your hands that sat in your lap.

“I didn’t say it the way you think I did.” He said, now getting straight to the point. You couldn’t take it anymore, you turned and stared at him.

“What other ways can that be meant?” You scoffed. For the first time that night, the two of you made true eye contact.

“The boys asked why coach was going so easy on me missing practice and games. I said that he knew I was taking care of you. They asked if you were doing better. I said not really.” He said, still looking at you. He went to grab your hand, but you swatted his away. Apart of you wanted to grab his hand. Skin to skin contact with him was one of the only things that made you feel good automatically. It hadn’t gone away, you had to admit, even after what he said.

“And you responded with yeah, she’s sad so she’s eating a bunch of shit and gaining a ton of weight and if it continues she’s gonna have a problem.” You still stared at him.

“You don’t believe that.” He stated. You rolled your eyes.

“So now you know me better than I do?” He shook his head, laughing a little.

“Maybe. You know deep down I would never say that about you. I love you whether you’re two hundred pounds or one twenty, I don’t give a fuck. I just- I’ve seen the way you grab at your stomach while you look in the mirror. It’s an unhealthy dislike towards yourself, baby.” You winced at him calling you what he’d called you for the year you two had been dating. You couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop though.

“I’ve gained fifteen pounds over the course of three weeks, that isn’t normal.” You squeaked out, tears flowing down your face now. You flinched as his arm hook around your waist, attempting to move you onto his lap. You eventually gave in begrudgingly.

“Love me, God damn it.” He whispered into your hair. You gave in a bit more, wrapping your arms around him as you continued to cry.

“You knew I didn’t say anything bad.” He kissed your temple as his fingers traced shapes on your shoulder blade.

“Maybe. It’s just-” he didn’t let you finish.

“It’s just that you wanted another excuse to be this sad still.” Your breath hitched. Fuck, he was right.

“It’s not normal to still feel this bad.” Your voice was hollow.

“Well, no matter how abnormal you are, I fucking love you. I changed a lot so I could at least try to be deserving of you, did you know that? I even watch my language around your parents.” You chuckled a little.

“Mom still complains about it.” You looked up at him.

“To my face.” You saw him smirk a little bit. You sighed deeply.

“I don’t care if you’re this sad for five more years. I will be here for you until you can little by little move on.” He moved your chin with his hand so you had to look at him.

“I’ll say it again, I fucking love you. I want to marry you. I want you to have my babies. And I want us to tell all kinds of stories about Jeff to our kids. Because he would have been the best damn uncle out there, yeah?” You nodded before burying your head in his chest, letting out a heart wrenching sob.

“We’ll get through this, alright? And if it takes you gaining extra weight or you watching the same movies over and over to get through it, then that’s how it’s gonna be, alright baby? Do you get it?” You nodded again, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms settled at your waist as he rested his head in your neck. In a few minutes he’d give you back your 'ring on a string’. Although this time he didn’t want it on a chain. He wanted everyone to know that you and him were in it for the long haul, no matter how shocked they’d be.

Like She’s Mine (part one) - Stiles Stilinski

so this is my new stiles series!

warnings: heavy mentions of sex (but not smut), swearing, this is a non supernatural fic (so scott isn’t a werewolf lyd isn’t a banshee allison isn’t dead fuck you jeff davis fuck you you piece of shit and yadda) 



“Al-Allison stop there’s a customer!” I hissed, but she continued throwing seeds at me.

“You deserve this!” She said, borderline yelling.  I gave her a mock angry look, bracing my hands up in front of me while she continued pelting me.

“I made one comment!” I whisper screamed, and eventually snatching the bag of seed from her.  “Would you cut that out grow up!” Allison giggled as I zipped it back up, and put it back on the shelf in the back room.

“Yeah yeah.  You go get those out of your hair and I’ll help the customer” Allison said, rolling her eyes.  I flipped her off just before she walked out of the room.

I re situated the blue apron tied around my neck and waist, with the ironed on Lou’s Flower Shop patch on the front.  I pulled your hair out of it’s ponytail, and at least twenty seedlings fell onto the ground.  A mental note was made to kick Allison’s ass later.  I made my way back to the employee bathroom, finger brushing my hair as more seeds came out until I seemed to be clean of them.

“y/n!” Allison called.

“Yeah?” I called back, and pulled my hair up into a perfectly messy bun.

“Customer wants to speak to the manager” My brows furrowed as I made my way into the shop.

“What?” She pointed, and I walked further in, seeing who our customer was.  “Stiles!” I grinned ecstatically, and raced towards him, jumping up and hugging him tightly.  His arms caught me immediately, as they always did.

Stiles, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, had been out of town for a lacrosse tournament for the past week.  Sure, we FaceTimed every night, and texted every day, (seeing that he didn’t actually play lacrosse) but it was weird not having him around.

“I missed you so much” I breathed, and his arms stayed wrapped around me as he set me back down.

“Yeah I missed you too” He responded.  “Thought I’d surprise you instead of picking you up for Lydia’s party” You grinned sheepishly.

“This was much more fun” I said, shrugging my shoulders as he smiled back at me.

“When does your shift end?”

“Now, I’ll cover for her” Allison said.  I turned to look at her.

“You don’t have to Alli, I’ve only got-”

“You’ve only got fifteen minutes left, so I got it” Allison said, waving her hand dismissively.  “Go out for lunch or something, you’ve been moping all week” My body wiggled slightly as he squealed and clapped my hands.

“Allison I owe you a big one!” I said, untying my apron faster than ever and hanging it up behind the counter.

“I know.  I’m the best” Allison said, fluffing her hair.  I danced across the floor, kissing her cheek quickly before grabbing onto Stiles’ hand.  

“See you tonight!” 

“You too!” She called back as Stiles and I walked outside.  He swung out hands wildly between us as we walked towards his Jeep.

“I liked the surprise” You said to him with a big smile while buckling in.

“Good” Stiles responded curtly.  “Now, where to for lunch?”

“I don’t care, somewhere we can eat outside though because this weather is amazing.  It’s actually sunny and not hot, what a strange day in California” Stiles chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot.  When I looked back to the store, Allison was going outside to water the rose bushes.

“You still like working there?” Stiles asked, catching my gaze.

“I love it, it’s a perfect little job” I responded.  He seemed to like my answer.

“And here from any colleges yet?”

“Still just Berkeley” I responded with a shrug.  Not that I minded Berkeley, it’s just I applied for an assortment of universities that appealed to me, and Berkeley wasn’t really my number one choice.  “You?” Stiles shook his head, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

“But I also haven’t seen the mail in the past week, so there could be something there whenever I get home” I nodded in response as he continued drumming.

“Ever get to play?”

“Thanks for asking, but it really just hurts my feelings more” Stiles said, and I chuckled.

“Well I was thinking you could teach me some things, over the summer, and we can practice together” 

“You wanna play lacrosse?” Stiles chuckled, and parked on the side of the road.  I looked out the window to see the old cafe we used to go to.  Usually we would just order a coffee and a pastry.  but we always talked about eating an actual lunch there.  But… those crepes just always looked so good…

“Yeah” I finally answered.  “Why not? Maybe it’d help you, and it could be fun” I said, shrugging a shoulder.  Stiles smiled over me, and we unbuckled our seat belts.

“Alright, well if you say so then sure. but you’d learn more from Scott” I shrugged again.  “You pick a table and I’ll go get menus” He squeezed my shoulder and I nodded, making my way over to an empty table with an umbrella.  I pulled back the metal chair, and set my purse on the tabletop as I sat down.  Just as I’d pulled my phone out, checking Insta and Snapchat, a shadow fell over me.

“Stiles” I smiled when I looked up, but it wasn’t Stiles standing there.

“Hey, your table was empty you look like you needed company” I stared wide eyed at the boy in front of me.  He was attractive, to some standards anyways, but he held a smirk that made me shift in my seat.

“Thanks that’s very kind, but my boyfriend is coming back in a moment” I said promptly.  Thankfully Stiles came outside at that moment.  “Hey babe” I said with the biggest smile I could muster.  He was confused for a millisecond before his eye line cut to the boy in front of me.

“Hey y/n, I got the menus” He said with an equally large smile, then sat down across from me.  “Who’s this?” He asked.

“I’m- uh leaving” The guy walked off before anything else could be said.  I sighed in relief and leaned over the table, putting my hands flat on it.

“God bless you Stilinski” I breathed, and he smiled again.

“No prob, babe” I rolled my eyes and took a menu from him.

“I’ve got other plans” I said cheekily, opening it up.

“Like getting into Theo Raeken’s pants tonight at Lydia’s party?” I raised an eyebrow at Stiles.  “You eye fucked him all year y/n.  I figured tonight was the night” My questioning glance turned into a smug one, and I winked.

“As a matter of fact, tonight is the night.  And it’s going to be amazing” I said.  Stiles looked down at his menu, hiding his face.

“I think I’m gonna try a Paganini” He mumbled.

“You wanna help me with my outfit? Lydia was gonna do it but she’s prepping for tonight” But he continued to keep his face buried in the list of foods.  “Stiles?”

“Or maybe..no.. no a sandwich sounds good?”

“Stiles” I snatched the menu from his hands and he opened his mouth to protest.  But I was faster.  “Do you want to help me or not?” He sighed in defeat.

“Yeah, yeah sure y/n” He said, and I smiled, and looked at my own menu.

We ended up ordering two different sandwiches, and switching because we didn’t like our own.  We talked more about his tournament, my job, ideas of things we could do over the summer, pretty much anything that came to mind.  That;s just the way our friendship was, we did whatever whenever.  It was easy really.  I don’t think anyone in history had a friendship as great as Stiles’ and mine.  We were unbreakable and irreplaceable.


When we finished lunch, we headed over to my place so I could get ready.

“You have no idea how excited I am” I said excitedly.  I was in a bikini at the moment, going through my closet to wear something over it.  Stiles was sat on my bed, watching every time I held up a possible outfit to wear over it.

“Too skimpy” He said as I held a pair of shorts and a strapless crop top.

“That’s sorta the point Stiles.  I want to wear something easy to take off when I’m with Theo tonight” Stiles rolled his eyes.  “Well? Do you think it’ll be good?”

“Why don’t you try the black leather skirt” I grabbed what he was referring to from my dresser, and pulled it up.  It fell to my mid thigh.

“With what top?” I pondered, wandering over to my closet now.

“The white tank top with no sleeves and the collar” Stiles said.  I pulled it out and buttoned it up, tucking it into my skirt.  I smiled at the outfit I’d pulled together.  Well, Stiles did.

“Wow, this actually looks good” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Now sit down and braid your hair” He said, shaking his head with a slight smile.  I sat down on the bench in front of my vanity, surveying my reflection.

“Thanks Stiles, you are literally the best” I blew a fake kiss while tying my hair in a loose ponytail braid down my back.

“I know” He said cockily and pulled out his phone.  He took a picture of me, and from the typing he did I figured he was Snapchatting.

“Who to?” I asked, tying a hair tie at the end of my hair.

“My story.  I’m crediting myself for your stunning outfit” He said.  I gave a curtsy before pulling out my eyeliner.

“Cat eye right?”

“Girl you know it” I laughed, having to drop the wand as not to smudge as my shoulders shook.  He got up and looked at me through the mirror, standing behind me.  “You look great y/n” I smiled sweetly and he dropped a light kiss to my hair, squeezing my shoulders.  “I’m getting a drink, be right back” He said, and I nodded, going back to my makeup.

When he left the room, and I finished applying the sharp black wing, I checked my phone.  Instantly going to Stiles’ story.  There was a picture taken from the front seat of the jeep, an open road in front of it.  Then a video of Scott singing Hello way off key, with the caption HACKED on it.  At the end you could hear Stiles yelling at him to get off his phone.  After the video was a photo of the flower shop I worked at, and below it said surprising my favorite y/n today.  I smiled big at that one.  Lastly was the photo of me, grinning sheepishly as I was looking at Stiles rather the camera.  It was exceptionally candid, and Stiles had written she’s beautiful on her own but I think I did an excellent job for tonight.  I accidentally blushed, and shut off my phone.

“I’m back” Stiles hollered, walking into my room, and plopping back into his spot on my bed.  “Eyes look great” He said, giving me an okay sign as he drank from his glass of water,

“Merci” I said, posing for a short moment.  Then began to tidy up my vanity.  “Are we going to your house for anything? Are you gonna swim?” Stiles shook his head.

“No that pool’s gonna be crowded and I want no part of that” I chuckled, closing up the drawers and standing up.  I smoothed out the non existent wrinkles on my skirt, and looked over my room.  

My eyes landed on a necklace on the top of my dresser, and I wandered over to it.  My fingers looped into the chain, and I attempted to link it behind my neck.  After a minute of this attempt Stiles chuckled and came over, linking the hook and the ring together.  I looked down at the locket, and turned around.  Stiles smiled at it, opening it up, revealing a picture of him and I that Scott had taken last year.  We were at school, in science.  I was obviously sleeping, my head on Stiles’ arm, lying on the desk.  He was trying not to laugh, but was unable to suppress the goofy grin as he looked at the camera.  Allison had been sat in front of me, and tilted her chair back to give my sleeping self bunny ears.

“I’ll never understand why you chose that one, of all the pictures to put in a necklace” I said, whilst giggling and closing the locket.  It didn’t really look like one.  It was a metallic circular medallion.  A few swirl engravings over it.  When you weren’t standing right in front of me, it just looked like a plain necklace.  But to me it was beautiful because of what it held on the inside.  Stiles shrugged in response, and walked back to his glass of water on my desk.

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just one of my favorites” I looked down at the locket, still held in my fingers, then placed it neatly and centered on my collarbone.

“Yeah me too” I said with a smile.


“Are you nervous?” Stiles asked, parking in the street near Lydia’s house.  I pondered the question, unsure of how to answer without being totally sure of myself.  In a way, no of course I wasn’t.  It was at Lydia’s house, all of my friends would be there, I was slaying the look Stiles had picked out for me, and to top it all off, I was wearing my lucky necklace.  But on the other hand… well maybe a little.  Big crowds wasn’t exactly my strong suit.  If I was left alone in them for more than 15 minutes I began to get a little claustrophobic and self conscious.

“I don’t think so” I responded, and pulled down the sunshade to look in the mirror.

“If you’re nervous about how you look, you really shouldn’t be” Stiles said.  “Because you really do look beau-”

“y/n!” A bouncing and grinning Allison skipped up to the passenger’s door, pulling Scott behind her.

“Hey!” I said, getting out of the car to hug her.  Scott took her drink from her hand, probably so she wouldn’t spill it all over me.

“You look fantastic! Whose hips are you grinding on tonight?” Allison asked.  I could almost hear Stiles’ teeth grinding.  I put a hand on his arm as I replied.

“Theo’s” I answered with a simplistic tone.

“Ooooh” Allison batted her eyelashes.  “Well it’s ‘bout time.  I’ve been watching you two check each other out since last spring” She chuckled, and I rolled my eyes a little bit, biting my cheek so I wouldn’t smile too wide.  Stiles was clearly set off by the idea.  “Plus he’s like, mega hot” Scott coughed, and Allison giggled, her eyes darkened in drunkenness. When she turned to him, Scott smiled at her tightly.  “Don’t worry babe, you’re like… you’re… you’re… super mega hot times infinity” Scott laughed, and handed me the red plastic cup he’d previously taken from his girlfriend.

“Time to get you some water” He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.  “Good to see you y/n” He waved slightly, and I returned it.“See you in a bit McCall” I said, watching as he and Allison walked off to a more secluded area outside.  It was then I realized my hand was still on Stiles, to which I dropped it to my side.

“Wanna go in and find Lyd?” He asked, and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.  “You’re going to be fine.  Great! Besides, I’m not leaving your side until you tell me to” I smiled weakly in a silent thanks, then tucked my hand under his arm as I walked with him inside.  My eyes had fallen down to land on our shoes.  I was in black flats, and he was in old converse.  I smiled at them, how they’d somehow provided a comfort.  I’d seen these shoes a million times.  If it wasn’t these, it was Star Wars socks, or lacrosse cleats.  “You good?” Stiles asked me.

“Yeah, I think your feet just made me feel better” He chuckled, shaking his head as I looked up at him through my lashes.  “Tonight’s gonna be fun” I said, mostly to hear myself say it.  He nodded curtly.  “And we’re going to have a great time” Stiles nodded again, smile growing.  “Let’s go get a drink first”

“One, then we loosen you up in a few dances, then you go find your dream boat” He said the last part in a more sarcastic tone, but I giggled and agreed to the plan.

Three cups of beer later I was looser than the brakes in Roscoe.

I was cheering and dancing, swinging my hips and waving my hands up in the air.  Here and there Stiles would laugh and spin me around, dancing in funny ways to make me laugh then saying no no, this is my best move.  Every new one worse than the last.  But it made me laugh, and I knew that’s what he was going for.  While twirling, my eyes landed on a certain brooding boy that had been catching my attention lately.  I curled back into Stiles, one hand in his, the other on the back of his neck as I leaned in close to his ear.

“Theo’s watching” I whispered to him.  I could hear him swallow, and pulled away to see him looking for the dirty blonde boy.  “Dance sexy with me” I said quickly.  Stiles’ wide eyes shot to mine.

“What!?” He whisper screamed.“Dance sexy with me, we have to peak his interest” I said quickly, squeezing both of his hands.  “Please?”

“y/n” He whined, giving me a pouty look.“It’ll only be for a second I promise” I told him, and pressed my chest to his, slowly setting my elbows up on his shoulders, my hands in his hair in moments.  His own hands landed on my waist in no time at all.  I smirked at his reaction, looking down at my feet as they barely moved, but the whole rest of my body did.

“This will not end well” Stiles whispered, his lips barely brushing the shell of my ear.“No” I responded in agreement, and I’d never admit it, but it was an accident when I grinded against him, pure instinct.  “It’s gonna end great” I giggled at the feather light ticklish feeling of his hands wandering up to my waist.

“He’s looking for sure now” Stiles said, pulling away abruptly.

“Uh Stiles-” I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying not to look down.  His eyes lowered to his khakis.

“Damn it y/n you gave me a boner!” I laughed, I tried not to I really did but i couldn’t help it.

“I am so so sorry” I said between giggles.  “I mean that I really am” I said.  He was red with embarrassment.

“I’m gonna go and… fix it?” Stiles scratched the back of his head.“Do you need help-?”

“No definitely not” He chuckled.  I nodded, giving him an apologetic look.  I suddenly felt really bad… “It’s fine y/n, trust me, taking care of it will not be bad, for me anyways.  Anyone trying to get into the bathroom’s just gonna be grossed out-”

“Ew Stiles” My face contorted into one of disgust, and he just laughed.

“Okay well, call me if you need anything, enjoy lover boy and,” He stepped closer, putting a hand on my shoulder as he lowered his voice and looked directly into my eyes.  “Just remember you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.  If at anytime something goes wrong, or you don’t like something, or literally anything, call me, find me, anything you have to do y/n and I’ll be there in a second” I smiled softly at the protective side of Stiles.

“I know.  I know how to take care of myself” I snuck a secret glance to Theo, who was looking at his phone for the moment.  I took his downcasted moment to press he lightest of kisses to Stiles’ cheek.  He gave me a look of surprise.  “I would’ve hugged you, but I didn’t want to strain lil Stiles” I pointed down to his khakis, and he groaned, rolling his eyes.  Though it didn’t really seem like it was a ‘little’ Stiles stuck in there at all.  I blushed, and coughed.  “You go fix yourself, and I’ll go fix myself” I said, walking backwards towards where Theo was standing against the wall.  He gave me a thumbs up and turned around, swiftly making his way to Lydia’s bathroom.  I spun on my heel, confidently waltzing up to Theo.  His eyes caught me, and shameless wandered my body.“Well hello” He said in an amused tone.  “Where’s your little partner?” He asked, raising a brow.  I gave a slight pout.“He got bored of me” I said.  “Do you want to dance with me instead?” From the look on is face, I knew his answer was a yes, and that his mind was reeling with images of me dancing on Stiles.  I tugged on his hands.  “Come on, come play with me” I said, smiling cheekily as we were on the dance floor, again surrounded by people.

His lips were hot, and his kisses were hard and needy.  Mine were all the same, and I let his hands run down my sides.  We’d somehow gotten ourselves up the stairs and into Lydia’s room without breaking skin contact once.  I wasn’t sure how it wasn’t already occupied (poor Lyd she was always buying new bed sheets) but as soon as we’d come in, I kicked the door shut and locked it for extra precaution.

I finished unbuttoning my top, the first four had been ripped open, but I wasn’t in the mind to care about it.  In seconds I had it peeled over my head, and his hands had yanked open the back zipper of my skirt, hastily shoving the fabric down my leg.  His hands splayed around my hips, gripping tightly.  He mumbled a barely coherent “jump” against my mouth and I obliged, legs winding around his waist as his hands dropped to my ass.  I squealed, and giggled, and we fell back on Lydia’s bed.

“You’ve got… right?” I panted.

“Of course babe”

It was a night to remember for sure.  But not the way I wanted it to be.


I woke up alone in Lydia’s bed.  And instantly, my head ached and my legs throbbed.  I groaned loudly, the light from the windows making my brain pound against my skull.  I wanted to gouge my eyes out they hurt so badly.

“Thought you’d be up soon” I sat up slightly, just enough to see Lydia’s figure leaning against the doorway.  I whined, taking in my surroundings slowly, trying to remember the past ten hours.  “I brought you water and advil” She announced, and I thanked in with a breath of relief.  I took them quickly, licking my lips and blinking quickly.  My eyes landed on the empty space next to me.  “He left around two am” Lydia said.  I rubbed my hands over my face, still unable to form a proper sentence.  “Stiles is in the guest room, and he’s probably got a worse headache than you” She told me in a soft tone.  Lydia’s fingers ran through my hair gently.  “Need anything else?” I shook my head.  “Alright, well I’ll leave you be” She said, and left the room as quietly as she could.  

After continuing to rub my eyes, willing the pain to be gone, I forced myself to stand.  Tears brimmed at the dizzy feeling, which only made me hurt more, but I managed to walk into the guest room.  Stiles announced his presence by moaning.  Through the black spots of my vision I could see him lying face down in a silky pillow, under one comforter.  The ceiling fan was turned on medium, which made me relieved.

“ ‘m joining you” I mumbled, dragging my feet through the carpet as I made my way to his bed.

“y/n y/n y/n” Stiles mumbled when I crawled in.

“How much did you drink” I whispered so quietly my voice was a breath.

“Too much” He mumbled back, eyes clenched shut.  “I’ve been puking all morning”

“I can tell” I whispered.  “Your breath smells like mint and you never brush your teeth till after breakfast”

“Don’t mention food I’ll get sick again” He groaned, and I whispered an apology.  I curled my legs up to my chest, hugging my shins.  “You’re night sounded good” Stiles eventually spoke.

“I don’t remember it” I mumbled back.

“That’s too bad” He said sarcastically.  I laughed gently at his voice being muffled in the pillows.  “You came in afterwards, told me he fell asleep and wanted to talk”

“You were here all night?”

“When the party became a bust and people left, I came up here to chill out.  You came in a few hours later, maybe one thirty” He said, eyes remaining closed, but I watched intently as he spoke.  “Told me he fucked you so good you thought your brains came out of your ears” I groaned softly, putting my hands over my face in embarrassment.

“God…”

“You don’t remember any of it?” He asked again, and I shook my head no.

“Nuh uh” I said, eyes slipping closed.  “But I know it happened” He hummed in question.  “Man cause it hurts.  I think he was like… super sloppy” Stiles made a sound in the back of his throat.

“Are you trying to make me puke”

“Sorry” I said for the millionth time.  Stiles chuckled, wrapping an arm over my legs and chest, hand landing on bare skin and the back strap of my bra.

“Are you not wearing clothes?” He mumbled.

“No” I hummed back, becoming drowsier.  He didn’t say anything else on the subject, just kept his arm over me loosely.

“When we wake up later, like.. Way later… let’s stay in all day and eat ice cream” Stiles said, and I nodded, head pressed against his chest.

“M’kay” Was all I could manage, before yawning, and falling asleep.Besides the throb behind my head and between my legs, the whereabouts of my clothes, and the scratchiness in my throat, everything was okay in the world.


haha…. baby you know what’s coming ;)

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xoxo ~ jordie

10

Part of the Pack

Pairing: Malia x Reader Friendship
Warnings: Stalia, Anti Stydia. Stiles gets slapped.
Please guys, I don’t want to be mean but if you don’t like it, don’t read it.
Word Count: 1686
Notes: Okay, so this fic is basically a huge fuck you to Jeff Davis’ shitty writing in season 6? I still love Stiles, I still love my blog but Season 6!Stiles treated Malia like shit and it made me mad. So yeah… this happened.


“I’ll never get it, Scott! I still don’t understand why I need math in the first place.”
Scott shook his head at the Coyote but couldn’t stop his smile. “I bet you’ll get it soon. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“No, I’m not being hard on myself. I’m being honest!”
Malia frowned at Scott’s laughter but didn’t comment on it. A look at the clock on her mobile made her realize that she had to leave soon, if she wanted to bring you back your notes.
“Scott, I gotta go. I promised (y/n) to bring her stuff back today.”
Scott followed Malia down to the front door and was about to say goodbye, when he opened the door and made his friend freeze in her spot. Even if he hadn’t been able to smell it, Scott would have noticed Malia’s anxiety by just taking a look at her. She was shaking.
Stiles and Lydia were looking up from their kiss and Malia could already feel her claws grow.
She had to get away as fast as possible.
“See you guys in school tomorrow!” without looking back, Malia hurried away.
Ignoring Scott’s calls after her, she passed her car and started running.


Malia just run away upset. Please call if you see her!

You frowned at Scott’s text message before typing in a reply.

What happened?

Before Scott had a chance to answer, your ringing door bell made you look up in surprise. You just hoped it was Malia.
Crashing down the stairs, you ripped the door open and almost yelped at the sign in front of you. It was, in fact, Malia who was staring at you wide-eyed, but her fangs and claws were free for everyone to see.
After taking a view looks around, just to make sure that nobody had seen her, you pulled Malia inside and closed the door behind her, before gently grabbing the girl by her arms. “What happened?!”
“I can’t turn back!” 
“What do you mean you can’t turn back?!” you tried to stay calm, for the sake of both of you, but you could already feel your puls rise. You had thought Malia had gotten the anchor thing under control!
“What do you think, (y/n)?!” 
“I thought you’d found another anchor!” 
Avoiding eye-contact with you, Malia pulled you closer and tried to steady herself but it wasn’t working. Her mind was still thinking back to how she had lost her anchor to one of her best friends and the fact that it was hurting even though she didn’t want it to hurt! She was stronger than this!
“You have to tell me what got you so out of it or I won’t be any help!”
Malia hated this day.
“I lied, okay?! I lied.” 
Now, that was more confusing than it was helpful.
Malia looked back up and let go of your arms, sinking to her knees instead.
She wasn’t able to control her coyote and she hated it!
“Malia…”
“GOD, (Y/N)!I lied about the new anchor! I never had one! I… when I left Scott’s place I ran into Lydia and Stiles kissing and I can’t …(y/n), I don’t know how to turn back without Stiles.”
The coyote once again tried to avoid your gaze, because she already knew that you were watching her with pity in your eyes. The poor Beta not being able to cope with her feelings.
It was stupid and it made Malia want to turn fully so she could hide in her old cave but she was upset and a full turn only worked when she was content and able to focus.
On days like today she really wished they had never found her in the first place.
What use did it have when the only thing that she had gotten from it was more pain?
“I know this sucks,” you interrupted Malia’s thoughts, “but you have to become your own anchor, at least until you find a new one.”
Malia didn’t want to find a new anchor but she also couldn’t stay like this and so she tried. She tried to calm her nerves down but as she looked down, she could still see her claws.
It wasn’t working and the lack of control made her panic again!
Before she could stress herself into a full blown panic attack, you placed both of your hands on her shoulders and tried to shake her out of it.
At least that had gotten her attention.
“Malia, we’ll try something. You’re going to close your eyes and listen to my voice and if that doesn’t work I’m gonna call Scott, yeah?”
You went on after the girl gave you a short nod.
“We’re going to breath together okay? Breath in through your nose and when I tell you, try to slowly breath out again through your mouth.”
Repeating the breathing exercise a view times, you were relieved to see that it seemed to work.
Her claws turned back into her human nails and her fangs got smaller and smaller until they weren’t there anymore.
You slumped down besides Malia and pulled the girl into a hug.
“I’m proud of you! You did it.”
But Malia wasn’t feeling very celebratory, you realized, as she burried her face in your shoulder, hugging you back tightly.
It would have been a lie to say that you had expected Malia to cry over her lost anchor but you still kept quiet as you let her cry on your shoulder, trying to rub her back in a comforting manner.
How could Stiles hurt her like that? 
He hadn’t even really broken it up between them, too cowardly to even do that right. He simply hadn’t cared.
In fact, it seemed like both Stiles and Lydia didn’t seem to care one bit for Malia’s feelings and it was pissing you off!
They were hurting their own pack member, their friend, and they didn’t care.
If you were honest it didn’t just piss you off. It made you furious.
A view minutes later, Malia was sitting on your couch with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands and your anger had yet to subside.
Normally you hated getting in the way of an argument but you had also seen just how hurtful the whole situation was on one of your best friends and ignoring it simply wasn’t an option anymore.
“Malia, where’s Stiles right now?”


“Scott, open the door!” your fist was heavy against the wooden front door and Stiles frowned at his best friend, who was sitting between him and Lydia in the living room. “Is that (y/n)? She sounds pissed.”
“Yeah.” Scott returned the frown before getting up from the couch, leaving Lydia and Stiles alone, and walking to the front door to let you in.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
As you shoved the Alpha out of the way to call for Stiles, Scott was more than confused.
“What got you so fired up, woman?” Stiles voice spoke up from the living room even before he had reached the hallway.
That’s when Scott smelled it. The sour smell of anger.
The Alpha wasn’t sure if he’d ever smelled that much anger on you, always the optimist and always the one person trying to stay positive, but something had you furious and Scott wanted to know what it was.
Or rather who.
As Stiles fully entered the hallway, you instantly dashed forward.
“You fucking asshole!”
Scott was frozen as he watched you reach back and smack Stiles with your flat hand across his cheek. 
His best friend turned away with a hiss. “What the hell! Are you fucking insane, (y/n)?!”
“No, but you are the biggest fucking douche in existence! That was for Malia by the way!”
“Wait, did she told you to slap me?!”
“No, asshole! Of course not.” you rubbed your temples in annoyance before glaring at the boy in front of you. “Are you… like do you even KNOW how heartbroken she still is about your break up?!”
“Well, it was a break up. They tend to suck but I’m not responsible for the way she feels.”
“YES YOU ARE.” you didn’t care that you were screaming. Stiles was still as dense as always and you had watched them stepping on Malia’s feelings like it was nothing for long enough. Stiles tried to take a step back as you got into his space but you weren’t having any of it. “Maybe you shouldn’t have used her in the fist place if you were still crushing on the Banshee.”
“(y/n), that’s unfair and you know it.”
Lydia’s voice made you turn your attention away from Stiles and fixate her instead.
“No, you know what’s unfair? Treating pack like they don’t belong in it!
Looking back up into Stiles shocked eyes, a new wave of rage hit you.
“Don’t look so fucking surprised, Stiles! You ignored Malia ever since you broke up with her! You even ignored her feelings because you were too busy running after the girl you had been crushing on for years and you don’t even care! You don’t care one bit about your ex-girlfriend and maybe she is too nice to say something but I’m not and you are a fucking asshole for breaking her heart.”
“It’s not my problem that she can’t get over it.”
“SHE can’t- … wow.” a dry laughter escaped your lips and you got the urge to slap Stiles a second time. “You’re even worse than I thought.”
You realized that it had no use. This took more energy than it was worth.
“You guys should be ashamed of yourselves, both of you!
But I still hope you guys get happy together. You definitely deserve each other.”
And with that you were out of the door and back on your way home where Malia was waiting.
You couldn’t say that your anger had magically dissapeared by yelling at Stiles, but you had said anything that had been on your mind and maybe, just maybe it had made Stiles and Lydia think about how unfairly they were treating their own pack.

Tolerance

Originally posted by cleyjensens


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “Hi! I loved your “I’m Here” Imagine, it was so in-depth! I was wondering if you could make an imagine where Clay is depressed after listening to all the tapes and skips school for a wee bit. And his mom calls the reader because fem reader is his girlfriend reader and when reader comes he rages a bit but reader calms him down and they a have a cute makeout?”

Word count: 1.190

Posted: 24th of April 2017

A/N: OMG! Thank you for the positive comment for “I’m Here”. I hope that you like this one too and I hope that I don’t fail you. I felt that I didn’t write the ending well, though. Let me know, if you didn’t like it please.

- G. x


“I will be there in 10 minutes, Lainie. Bye!” Those were the last words your boyfriend’s mother heard before you hung the phone up and ran in your room to get your clothes changed.

Clay, your boyfriend, has been stressing himself out ever since he received some tapes from an anonymous person and you had to admit that he told you everything, since you didn’t receive them. You were curious at first, but you then felt relieved to know that you weren’t one of Hannah’s reasons why her life ended.

You felt sad for Clay, though, because he’s been too affected and he’s been feeling guilty for what he has done in the past. He’s been thinking about the tapes way too much, so that he barely ate and slept. Clay has changed since he discovered that Hannah took her life away: he skipped classes, he stopped doing his projects, he stopped going to school and he was more detached from his family and Lainie asked you for some help to have his son back.

“(Y/N)!” Lainie exclaimed as she was anxiously waiting for you outside the house. You parked your bike beside Clay’s and you quickly hugged Lainie as you knew what she was going through. “Thank you.”

“It’s a pleasure to help, Lainie.” You smiled as she hugged you tightly. “I care for Clay and I don’t want to see him sad, although I haven’t seen him in awhile. He was pushing me away and I knew that he locked himself in his room.” You said as you broke the hug you shared with her.

“Sadly.” She looked disappointed at her own son and you bit your lower lip because it wasn’t honestly Clay’s fault. “Please cheer him up.”

“I will do my best.” You flashed her a smile before the two of you entered and she gave you her permission to go to Clay’s room.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Clay attacked you as he saw that you were about to knock on his slightly opened door.

“Clay?” Your forehead corrugated as you became extremely worried for Clay’s behaviour. He’s never been this rude at you. “What happened, babe?”

“It was my fault why Hannah died and I should’ve stayed by her side that night. I shouldn’t have left, because I cared for her! I really cared for her.” Clay started talking fast and you barely understood some of his words. He was angry at himself and he was clearly blaming himself. You felt a little bit jealous, but you shook it off because you knew that it wasn’t the moment for that.

“Clay, it was not your fault. She asked you to leave.” You made your way near his bed and you sat in front of him. “Stop blaming yourself.”

“I should’ve stayed, (Y/N)!” He raised his voice as he wanted to point out that he had a wrong decision. You noticed that his hands were closed into a tight fist, as if he wanted to hurt someone for what has happened to Hannah.

“Hey, calm down.” You said with a sweet and relaxing voice. “We can figure this out together.”

“And you’ll help me?” His face saddened a little bit, knowing that he was being sarcastic. “I don’t want any help from you, (Y/N)! I hate you and that’s because I chose to leave her and walk you home.”

“Oh.” With that he hit you fully in your heart and it broke into tiny pieces. You bit your lower lip harshly as you tried to not get your eyes watery.

“I hate the choice that I made and this is all my fault.” He punched his bed with his right hand and you were shocked because of it.

It wasn’t the Clay that you’ve known before. You didn’t fall in love with this Clay, but with the sweet and caring one. You were so heart broken that time, but you preferred your boyfriend’s sense of well-being than yours.

“Clay, maybe it was your fault, but it can be my fault too, Justin’s, Marcus’, Bryce’s.” You cupped his cheeks as you let him look at you, totally swallowing your pride and your disappointment. “We are all to blame, Clay. We are, because we did nothing to stop her.”

“But she asked for help, not in an explicit way, but she asked for help.” He calmed down as you caressed his cheek using your thumb. You could’ve thrown shit at him for hating you, but you didn’t mind it.

“Babe, don’t be so hard on yourself. Please.” You pleaded as you saw his gaze soften. You perfectly knew that he calmed himself down as his icy electric eyes relaxed a little bit. “Stop blaming yourself. It wasn’t clearly your fault, okay?”

“I’m sorry.” You were shocked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He finally realized that it wasn’t him anymore and he surely knew that he hurt the person he loved the most.

“For?” You shortly asked as you contained yourself from shedding a tear. “You did nothing.” Your voice cracked a little bit and Clay noticed it because he hugged you even tighter.

“For the discourteous words that I have told you earlier.” He pulled you closer to him and he hugged you even tighter. “I didn’t mean to, sorry.”

“It’s nothing, Clay.” You pulled away from his hug and you flashed him a sweet smile. You were still hurt, of course, but your boyfriend needed anything but your stubbornness and touchy attitude.

“No, it’s not nothing. I saw in your eyes that you’re hurt.” You shrugged it off and you just smiled sadly at him. “I am an Idiot, damn it!”

“Clay?” You called him to catch his attention.

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow as he straightly looked into your eyes.

“Shut up!” You smiled at him before kissing him slowly on his lips.
He was confused and perplexed why you didn’t care that much for his words, but then he kissed you back. You shared a slow and passionate kiss but it then became quick and heated as Clay deepened the kiss.

The happening was a little bit fast and you found yourself lying on the bed, having Clay on top of you.

“I’m really sorry, babe.” Clay broke the kiss to apologize and he started to pepper kiss you. He stopped once he reached your neck and left some wet kisses on it. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Clay.” You responded as you searched for his lips once again. You both lingered each other’s lips as you both become touchy and needy. He started to draw small circles using his thumb on the exposed skin of your waist and you both couldn’t help but to deepen the kiss even more.

You knew that Clay was unfair for what he has said before, but you loved him and you had to understand what he was going through in this exact moment.

And, being the perfect and great girlfriend that you were, you tolerated his actions and swallowed the words that he spat like a venom in his mouth.


Lemme get this straight

Crystal asked to break her contract and leave. Im going to give Jeff some credit he probably doesnt deserve, but for the sake of argument Im going to assume she said she didnt want to return later, hence her big dramatic death.

However, during that same season, Daniel asked to leave, and asked specifically not to be killed off, so he could return.

I dont like it, but Im ok with it. If Crystal didnt want an option to return. Im saddened but ok with killing her off if that was for story purposes, because you cant just have half of Beacon Hills move overseas. That would be ridiculous.

However, if Jeff knew since 3A that BOTH were leaving, why bother having Allisaac? I mean, if Isaac had stayed, he would have been dealing with the death of his first love/romance (I never felt it was love between them as much as attraction and curiosity), alongside his Alpha. The parallel dynamics between Scott and Isaac could have been really interesting, I guess. I guess we could have had Isaac backsliding badly, lashing out, lost, etc. But Isaac also had the McCalls, and apparently for no reason he had Chris Argent (who showed more kindness to Isaac, who actually was sometimes a threat to Allison than he EVER did to Scott, who was never a threat to her).

But Davis knew Daniel was leaving, so there was zero point in kinda-sorta-half-assed putting them together.

Why did Isaac and Chris get to have some discussion of their pain, but Scott only got a montage-no-lines hug?

Jeff claims that until Crystal came to him, Scallison was end-game. So why not go with that? I know, it would have been even harder on Scott- but imagine the richness and depth of that story line. If Allison had remained Scotts anchor, and now in S-4, True Alpha Scott was having real trouble (not just one scene in ONE episode) maintaining his human form.

Imagine Scott and Chris finally bonding over their love for Allison.Imagine Mama McCall making that great speech about finding love again because Scotts love had died. Imagine him trying to re-anchor himself in the midst of all this. Imagine that hug between Chris and Scott instead of Chris and Isaac. It honestly never made sense to me that he would accept unstable Isaac over compassionate hero Scott. Imagine that relationship based on Chris knowing for certain that Scott loved Allison unconditionally and unwaveringly, not based on the fact that Allison and him hooked up that one time.

I like 3B a lot. Enough to return for S4. But I’m filled with anger right now, because Jeff sent Scott chasing Kira for no real reason, and he set up Allisaac AND Scisaac knowing both were doomed, and then treating both as incidental. Isaac and Allison never fell deeply in love. They hooked up. Once. While he was half possessed and without any words or romance leading up to the scene even. He gave us SO MUCH Scisaac it was beautiful, then had Isaac leave to Paris with Chris without so much as a goodbye to Scott. How can Chris leave without a hug for Scott? How can Isaac bail on his ‘family’. Melissas been feeding him, Scotts been protecting him, they shared their home with him. But he just… left?

I’m really angry over this treatment of the story line. Posey was, as usual, denied the juiciest parts of the story. But so was Holland. She got to cry the moment of Allisons death and then NOTHING. No crying on her mom, or Stiles for that matter. No crying on Scott, when both of them loved Allison best. WHY Jeff. WHY? Why have Kira acting like she had to be on eggshells around Scott and Stiles about Allisons death and everything that happened, but not around Lydia, who lost her best friend AND had to deal with being kidnapped, used, etc?

Jeff fixed a lot of the issues that needed fixing in 3B, but I suspect someone read the comments and explained to him in small clear words what we were angry about. But then after sitting next to him and making him fix shit they stopped holding his hand, convinced he understood, but no, he still doesn’t get it.

Not at all.

I never thought for a second that Stydia wouldn’t be endgame. I knew they would be. That’s the way the show was leading. But after hearing comments about Holland leaving and seeing how alone Lydia seems this season, I’m worried. 

I’m also upset. I’m upset because they keep saying Lydia never reciprocated Stiles’ feelings…um, did you see her throughout season 3? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Jeff took her so far, and she was clinging on him the entire finale - emotional tether. She pulled him back. The tagline if you will. Yet, that could’ve been the moment she realized she loved Stiles….but it went NO WHERE. WHY?! I don’t get it. I just don’t…

Yes, great Stiles has a girlfriend. Did I think that would happen before Lydia. Yes, of course. But he’s changed. He doesn’t even care at all about Lydia which I think is the weirdest shit. He has kind of become an ass to her. Everyone just abandoned her. Oh wait, she was always there for him last season. Maybe he’s done. He’s backing off, but it’s HER turn to fight for him. 

Yes, Holland is older on the show, but nearly every “high school” centered show, the actors/actresses have been older than 16, 17, or 18. I don’t get why they’re all wanting to leave. 

Oh wait. Maybe because Jeff is screwing it up. I’m sorry, but so far, this season is boring. I don’t like it. It’s too drastic, and I’m not liking the new characters as much as I hoped. I still feel like Allison didn’t get the recognition she deserved after what happened, and it seems like everyone has just forgotten about the Nogitsune. Yes, Stiles brought it up…but vaguely. It was a BIG deal. 

I guess I just don’t understand why Lydia has to be a loner. I want to see more with the banshee, but I don’t want her to be alone. She’s been through a lot. I feel like Malia just swooped in and took her spot. And no, I don’t like Malia. I gave her a chance. Still don’t like her. I think her character is pointless. 

And PS: Why the hell is Danny gone? Jeff just thinks it’s a good idea to kick off another awesome actor? He didn’t feel like he was going anywhere. Oh..yea, okay Jeff that makes sense. Or how about you don’t know how to write a good story for Danny.

This show better bring back the foundation it started, or I’m done.

And this is my opinion. You don’t have to like it, but if you have something to add, please do!