so here you go lydia


Summary: When it’s announced that you won’t be attending prom, your friends are determined get you there anyway.

Paring: Isaac Lahey x Fem reader

Warnings: FLUFF!   

Notes: GIF is not mine.

You walked through the cafeteria towards your usual table where most of your friends already sat. You took a seat in between Stiles and Isaac in an attempt to stop their bickering and immediately started filling your face with food. “Y/N…” Lydia sung. You instantly froze and slowly looked up. You knew that tone of voice all too well. She sat in front of you smiling brightly with her phone held against her chest. “What?” you said with a mouthful of food. Lydia turned her phone so that screen faced you. It displayed a stunning red dress. It showed a fair amount of cleavage and had slit that exposed your leg all the way up to the thigh. Prom was coming up fast and the whole school was buzzing with excitement. “Lydia it’s gorgeous.”

“Then it’s yours.” You stabbed your food with your fork and gave a nervous laugh. You were flattered that Lydia wanted to buy you a dress, but you hadn’t actually planned on going to prom. “If you look at us and say that you aren’t going, I’m going to scream.” Kira said wide eyed. You chewed your lip anxiously. “Y/N you have to go.” Lydia whined “Even Malia is going and we all know how much she despises social gatherings.” Of course you wanted to go, hell you had been dreaming of prom for years. But now you weren’t so sure it was going to happen. “Why aren’t you going?” Scott asked. “I don’t have a date.” The fact that this was your reason for not going honestly embarrassed you.

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erunanethiel25  asked:

Hi! Can you continue the flower shop AU with Warren but go into more detail Alex Summers' character? Like continue it with Alex x reader? I don't know I just really loved the AU! Thanks! 😊

Yes, absolutely! Alex Summers is my absolute favourite, so here you go!

A/N: ‘Lydia’ is just what I have named the reader character from the original Florist AU for the purposes of this oneshot to make it easier to read/understand. 

(this was not supposed to be this long when i started j e s u s)

“Yeah, I’m moving down next week. I have the lease on my new place all set up, so I’m actually going to be there pretty soon.” You put your phone on speaker and set it on the kitchen counter in front of you while you pull your leftovers out of the microwave.

“I didn’t realise you’d be down so soon! Doesn’t your job start in like, two months’ time, though?” Lydia asks, her voice a little distorted as it comes through the phone’s tiny speakers.

“Yeah, but I’m finished here and I sort of figured I could get settled or whatever before-” You don’t get to finish the sentence before Lydia cuts you off.

“Oh my god, please work at my shop. Please. You’re in the area and I desperately need time off. It’s just me running the shop like ninety percent of the time and I feel like I haven’t left my fucking flower shop in years and I love it there, but I need a break. Please. I’ll pay you and everything and it’ll only be for a little while but Warren and I just want to take a vacation.”

“Christ, Lyds. Okay I’ll work at your flower shop,” You say, laughing. “Fair warning, though. I know like, fuck all about flowers, so you’ll need to show me what to do.” Her sigh of relief sounds like a rush of static.

“I’ll show you everything. It isn’t that hard, business is way slower in winter. You’ll be fine. I love you. You’re my hero.”


At the end of your first day, you already have dirt under your nails from the potted plants and scratches on your hands from rose thorns, but Lydia wasn’t lying. It really wasn’t all that hard. You wait for her to finish locking up, and then she grabs your arm and all but drags you next door into the tattoo parlour where Warren works. When you walk into the building, you are faced with three large, tattooed males, all of whom were in the process of locking up their own shop for the night.

“Guys, this is (Y/N). She’s the reason I am actually able to take a vacation and you should all treat her with the appropriate gratitude,” Lydia addresses the introduction to the two unfamiliar faces, having introduced you to Warren when you first arrived. “(Y/N),” she continues, “This is Alex Summers and his brother Scott,” She gestures to the two of them as she names them. They both dutifully step forwards to shake your hand, and as you take in Alex’s leather jacket and dog tags, you decide that he’s someone you’d like to know better. “Okay, we’re all going out for drinks. No exceptions. Scott, before you start sulking, Jean is meeting us at the bar.” Lydia commands, spinning on her heel and heading for the door, towing you after her.

“God, you haven’t changed a bit since uni,” You quip, sliding into her car, and she sticks her tongue out at you as she pulls away from the curb.


The bar is a little noisy, but it’s nice. As you walk in, Lydia pulls you over to the booth Jean is sat at. Scott approaches moments later, slipping in beside Jean and kissing her quickly. Warren and Alex appear soon after, the former holding a tray laden with drinks, all of which are gratefully accepted. They both slip into the remaining spaces in the booth, and if you feel something warm and thrilling stirring in your chest as Alex wedges himself in beside you, then you ignore it.

The six of you quickly fall into a comfortable rhythm, exchange easy conversation and trading old stories about the others, most of which reveal some sort of embarrassing information about a member of the group and are met with groans from the subject of the story and laughter from the remainder. After a while, Jean and Scott duck out, citing fatigue as they leave. As you’re idly watching them walk out, Scott winds an arm around Jean’s waist, pulling her close to him, and Warren smirks across the table at Alex.

“I’m pretty sure your little brother gets laid more often than you do.”

“And how much did he pay you to say that. Go buy me a drink, dickhead. That’s your punishment.” Alex glares back at his friend in mock irritation and you and Lydia collapse into laughter as Warren flips Alex off, slipping out of the booth to get to the bar.


It’s an unseasonably warm afternoon for November when you watch Lydia and Warren drive off to the airport. She had insisted on coming in for the morning, making sure you had working keys, instructions for weird plants and alarm codes, but you managed to get her in the car, and now you were stood at the curb, watching her and Warren pull away.

“Make sure you actually see Prague, sweetheart,” you shout teasingly after her. She flips you off out the car window, and you blow a kiss back at her.

“Twenty bucks says they don’t get further than a mile from the hotel” Alex quips, having appeared just behind you. You turn and grin up at him.

‘I’ll take that bet. Prague is on her bucket list, so I reckon they’ll get at least two miles,” You remark, extending a hand to shake on the agreement. Alex laughs and shakes your hand before slinging an arm over your shoulders, and maybe your throat tightens a little, maybe it doesn’t.

“You clearly don’t know how determined Warren is. It will be an absolute pleasure to take your money,” He jokes, and you roll your eyes.

“We’ll see who’s paying up in two weeks’ time, Summers.”


Black Rebel Motorcycle Club is blaring from the speakers in the flower shop as you haul a potted lemon tree from a shady corner into more direct sunlight. You had closed up at lunch time to re rationalise the yard, and had taken the opportunity to crank the volume on your music. You straighten up, pushing stray hairs out of your eyes as you survey your work, when you suddenly become conscious of someone watching you. Turning around, you see Alex leaning out the window of the tattoo parlour. His sleeves have ridden up, giving you a spectacular view of an intricate spiral tattoo wrapping around one of his biceps, and you find your mouth inexplicably dry.

“What’s up?” You lean against a display bench of herbs in front of you.

“You wanna get a drink with Scott and me after work?” He suggests. “The bar’s kind of a dive, but it’ll be fun.” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“Is there a pool table? It isn’t an official dive bar without a pool table.”

“I can confirm that there is, actually, a pool table.” He smirks at you, clearly amused. “I assume you play?” he asks and all you can do is chuckle at him, because you play pool really fucking well.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna kick your ass.”


You were right. You do kick his ass, and you make a point of rubbing it in, but all he does is laugh good naturedly and offer you his leather jacket as you walk back to where you’d both parked because it’s a cold night and ‘Hey, I’d better show proper deference after such an appropriately termed ass-kicking’. You invite him round for Chinese takeout a few nights later and you start watching Vikings on Netflix, and over a stupidly short amount of time, the two of you fall into a routine that’s almost domestic, which feels ridiculous sometimes because, much to your disappointment, you’re not actually dating.

You catch yourself staring at him, or finding excuses to lean on him and when he smiles at you, you feel something in your chest tighten and you know you’re attracted to him, but you’re friends, and it’s great, so you just leave it be. And if you feel like he might be staring too, then you do your best to ignore it because if legal adulthood meant dealing with your feelings like an adult, then no one had told you about that particular rule.


Lydia and Warren got back from Prague that afternoon. You had grilled them about their trip, looked at the appropriate photos and then promptly sent them to sleep off the long plane flight. Lydia had put up a weak protest when you firmly informed her that you could handle the shop the next day because she clearly needed to recover from her jetlag, but protest aside, keeping her home had not taken a lot of convincing.

Just as you’re locking up for the night, Alex appears, leaning against the doorway.

“Wanna finish up ‘Vikings’ tonight? We can get Chinese from just up the road.” He suggests, and as he smiles languidly at you, you find yourself wondering if he’s aware of just how attractive he is or if his effortless confidence is just a well-engineered facade. You return his smile without a second thought

“Yes to both.”

As the credits roll on the last episode of the season, you look at your phone and pull a face.

“Ugh, I should go. I open before you do, so I should get some sleep.” And you head to the door, grabbing your wallet and car keys off the table and toeing your shoes back on. Your hand is on the doorhandle when he grabs your arm, stopping you from going.

“Wait, here.” He pulls a crumpled $20 out of his pocket and holds it out to you. You frown slightly in confusion.

“No, Alex, I said dinner was on me-”

“The bet. You won, remember? Lyds and Warren made it all the way to Salzburg, so I owe you $20.” He reminds you. Your gaze darts between the twenty in his hand and his eyes and you make a split second decision, because you’ve always been good at not overthinking things.

“How about I change the terms slightly.” You suggest, and he arches an eyebrow.

“What did you have in mind?” He asks, and you’re still not thinking about it because if you do, you’ll stop now, and you really, really don’t want to stop.

“Something like this.” And you grab a fistful of his shirt, yanking him towards you and pulling his lips down hard to yours. He responds immediately, his arms going around your waist and hauling your body against his. His lips are soft and perfect against yours, but your pulse is beating wildly in your ears and all you’re really aware of is that you’re kissing him and he’s kissing you back and all you can think is fucking finally. His teeth graze against your lower lip and your knees go weak and you’re pretty sure that he’s most of the reason you’re still upright but you can’t find it in you to care.

He drags his lips from yours, mouthing hotly at your jaw and down to your neck and the moan he draws out of you as he nips at the skin on your collarbone makes him pull back and smirk arrogantly down at you.

“You don’t need that much sleep, do you?”

i’ll always safe you. (Liam Dunbar Imagine)

Request: Haiii! Can I please have an Liam Dunbar imagine where Y/N can control all four elements (air,water,earth, and fire) and she can also blood bend (bends peoples blood) and she’s in the pack so when she sees the pack getting attacked she helps them but completely loses it when she sees Theo choking Liam getting choked to death so fire roars out of her and she bloodsbends Theo which cause him to go flying in the air and she nearly kills him. Her and Liam then confess their love? Sorry if its hard- <3

 A/n: sorry for such a long wait, I had trouble writing this! Like i dont know anything about bloodbends or four elements (somehow this makes me think of Avatar and i never watched the show)  so yeah i’m sorry if its not great but i hope you like it!

 I wasn’t like the rest of the pack. I wasn’t a werewolf nor a were coyote. I was different from the moment i learned what i could i do. I don’t have super hearing or that much strength. But what i do have are the four elements that i can control. 

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anonymous asked:

can you write something about Lydia being very jealous over Stiles (which is her boyfriend) ?!

Here you go anon!

Lydia was NOT jealous. So what if a…promiscuous girl was hanging all over her boyfriend? It didn’t matter. Their relationship was solid, she trusted him, she had no reason to be jealous.

And yet, here she was, boiling with hate as she watched the brunette run her hand up Stiles’s arm, lean in to whisper something in his ear, making him laugh. She could feel her face getting red and dislike coil in the pit of her stomach.

Maybe she was a little jealous…

Stiles said that she was a friend from his English class, one of the three classes he did not share with Lydia. She hadn’t thought much of it, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew Stiles had grown into himself during their senior year, that he was sexually desirable. She knew that girls would probably notice once they were in college, she just never expected to see it flaunted like that…in front of her.

She felt bad getting like this, she knew that Stiles dealt with it a lot, guys fawning over Lydia…one even asked her out in front of him before. She had no right…but it was bothering her SO MUCH.

So she needed to do something about it.

She excused herself from the conversation she was having with a girl from her physics class and made her way over to him.

He spotted her when she was a few feet away and grinned, waving her over. The brunette girl turned around with a sneer on her face, raising her eyebrows at Lydia. There it was again. The hate burning in her chest.

“Hey babe” she drawled as she reached him. She looked the girl right in the eyes, hoping that she could feel the hatred radiating off of her in waves.

“Hey ba-” Stiles’s greeting was cut off by Lydia lips on his. She moved her lips slowly and sweetly, fingers threading into his hair, pulling her body flush against his. An arm circled her waist and pulled her in as he stumbled back a step.

When Lydia pulled back, she saw the goofy smile that warmed her heart gracing his face. His whiskey colored eyes were alight with awe.

Lydia again turned to the girl in front of them, a smirk on her face. She extended her hand.

“Hi I’m Lydia, Stiles’s girlfriend” she said sweetly.

“Hayley” the girl said, frowning, eyebrows set low over her eyes.

“She’s in my english class” Stiles chirped in.

“You mentioned that” Lydia said, pulling him closer to her side, both arms wrapped around his waist.

After a few more minutes of forced conversation, and some not so subtle hints from Lydia, the girl excused herself, casting a glare over her shoulder as she left. Lydia blew a kiss in her direction and smiled in triumph.

She turned to Stiles to find him smirking at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You are so jealous” he said, quirking an eyebrow.

“What? I don’t, you have the nerve-the audacity-I have never been jealous in my entire life I don’t even-” she spluttered, cheeks growing red.

“Lydia was jealous, Lydia was jealous” he sing-songed, swinging their entwined hands back and forth. Lydia grimaced and tore her hand away from his, stalking to the other side of the crowded room, closely followed by Stiles.

“Lyds wait up”


“Oh come on, it’s adorable” he told her, pulling her around to face him.

“It is?” She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“It really is” he said, cupping her jaw. She smiled and he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Want to go back to the apartment?” She asked, quirking one eyebrow at him. His eyes went wide and he licked his lips.

“Is that even a question?” he answered excitedly, grabbing her hand and dragging her out the door. 


Not the steadiest hand for a superb marksman.