so i decided to roll with what i already know

Look at me (boyf riends)

jfc it’s done look it’s the boyf riends being dorks can you believe it what a shock. 

Alternative title: How These Morons Manage To Put Off Kissing Each Other For Three Pages Because They’re Nervous Wrecks. HTMTPOKEOFTPBTNW for short. Just rolls off the tongue honestly.

From the very first few days of the Squip being disabled it was clear Jeremy was far from okay. He still flinched sometimes when his voice cracked, or when he got “dramatic” as he himself put it. Michael found a lot of things concerning about Jeremy’s behavior that hadn’t been there before. How he would sometimes slouch slightly and then suddenly straighten up as though he’d been burned. How he got uncomfortable doing anything that could be deemed uncool. Michael couldn’t lie, that in particular hurt quite a bit. Asking Jeremy if they could continue playing Apocalypse of the Damned from where they’d left off and seeing him setting his jaw and clenching his fists as if he was steeling himself for something; that had stung. Michael had forgiven Jeremy practically the second an apology was out of his mouth but that didn’t mean things were perfectly okay between them. The months of being completely alone were still fresh in his mind. Michael had to keep reminding himself that Jeremy was a victim in this too, that was clear to anyone watching even if he wouldn’t flat out say what the Squip had done.

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“…I think I made a mistake.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, you had Tony eating out of the palm of your hand. Why are you not fucking him right now?”

Steve cringed. “…Because I made a mistake.”

Bucky turned to scowl at him. “How in the fuck did you mess up right before sealing the deal?”

“I, uh, well.” Steve blushed bright red. “We were… making out. And talking. …Dirtily.”

Bucky sat up straight. “Steve, you’ve never talked dirty in your life unless it was swearing like a sailor.”

“I know,” Steve hissed, glaring at him. “Which is how I made the mistake! Don’t tell Natasha because she’ll murder me!”

“Fine.” Bucky was going to tell Natasha all about this. “And what mistake was that?”

“I! Um!” Steve turned away abruptly, rubbing his arm. “…Tony said. Um. That he’d been naughty. And needed to be punished.”

“Oh nooo,” Bucky whispered, hands going to his cheeks.

“And I kind of panicked, you know, because Tony, uh. He’s kind of. Self-destructive sometimes.”

Bucky continued to stare at him in awe, and wondered if this was what watching a train wreck was like.

“So I said–” Steve stopped, then swallowed thickly. “I said, ‘it’s okay, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.’”

This was a train wreck caused by smashing into a wall of baby bunnies holy shit.

“So, uh. Well, it took Tony a minute to realize what I’d said. And then he did. And. Um.” Steve stared out the window. “He walked into the bathroom and he’s been in there for fifteen minutes.”

“Steve, you fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered.

Steve groaned and collapsed onto the floor. “I know, okay?!”

The door to their apartment burst open, and there was Natasha. “Why did I get an SOS text from Tony?!”

Steve gaped at her, terrified.

“…Steve made a mistake,” Bucky answered quickly, perfectly willing to throw his best friend under the bus. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“If he’s bleeding,” Natasha hissed, letting the threat hang there as she stalked to the bathroom.

Steve stared at the ceiling, resigned. His mom had always worried that he wouldn’t make it to thirty-five. He should have known she’d been just as worried about him saying the wrong thing as she was him coughing his lungs out.

He cringed as he heard Natasha burst out laughing, but it was quickly muffled, and then there were hurried whispers. A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She was grinning.

“Do you always grin before you murder people?” Steve asked sadly.

“Bucky, come fuck me at my place,” she ordered cheerfully. “Steve, see to Tony.”

“What,” Steve said, but she’d already grabbed Bucky’s ear and was dragging him out–not that he looked too put-out about it. He watched the door close behind them, then awkwardly got to his feet and approached the bathroom. “Um. Tony? Can I come in?”

The door opened just a crack, and he slipped inside.

His stomach fell to the floor when he saw tears running down Tony’s cheeks. “Oh my God.”

Tony peeked up at him, then threw his head back and slid down the toilet so his back was on the lid instead of his butt. His entire body was shaking, and he covered his mouth. “St-!”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to–Are you fucking laughing?!” he shouted when he realized that the other man was grinning.

Tony waved his free hand frantically, little wheezing noises escaping from between his fingers.

“I can’t believe this! I thought–I thought I’d ruined everything, and you just came in here to laugh?!” Steve exclaimed, but it was hard to stay angry when Tony finally let out a bark of laughter as he slid off the toilet and onto the floor. “Yeah, laugh it up, you dick!”

Tony wrapped his arms around his stomach, once again laughing so hard that he was making no sounds except for tiny wheezes.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I thought Natasha was going to murder me, Tony!”

“HAAAHAHA!” Tony rocked onto his other side, kicking his feet wildly.

“Tony!” Steve grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn’t knock himself out on the tub. “It’s not that funny!”

“You were so earnest,” Tony sobbed out, grinning. “Oh my God!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling fondly, and bent down to kiss his laughing mouth. “Well, how was I supposed to know what was going on?”

“I expected you to say I needed a spanking or something,” Tony admitted, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. “Oh God! Do I have abs? I feel like I should have abs from how hard and long I laughed.”

Steve grinned, which then faded into an awkward smile. “Um. I’m hard and long.”

“STEVE!” Tony screeched, bursting into laughter again, but took some of the sting out of it by pressing giggly, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck. “That was awful!”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, but couldn’t bring himself to be actually embarrassed. “Why did you send Natasha an SOS text if you were just in here laughing?”

“I wasn’t trying to, I was trying to type out what had happened, but I was laughing so hard the words got mixed up and she thought something was wrong.”

Steve paused. “…What do I have to do to keep you from telling everyone?”

“Everyone already knows!” Tony laughed. “Natasha sent a group text about it!”

“Aw, fuck!” Steve swore, because God damn it now Clint and Sam were going to be insufferable.

Tony drew him down for another kiss, laughing quietly into his mouth. “’ll make it worth your while?” he offered, smiling up at him.

“…I mean, I might as well get sex if my friends are going to torment me,” Steve decided, and rolled his eyes when Tony burst out laughing and sputtering ‘no okay I’ll calm down in a minute I swear!’


Selling more stuff

Hey guys so I know I did one post already but well I stupidly didn’t realise that ebay did a monthly selling fee if you sold stuff and assumed it was what was taken off when I received it through paypal. But also these past few days I realised a lot about why I brought pokemon plush in such quantities and have decided to part with around half of it. I’m really struggling emotionally and physically from finally leaving home and moving to my aunts, and won’t have steady income till I can find another, plus my laptop feels like its gonna break for the 3rd time this year which idk if the insurance I have will let them just replace it. I’ve left full prices below on what I’m charging for each item above. I’m willing to do discounts of some kind if you buy multiple things as well. Finally Postage depends on where you live, I live in the uk so cheaper is the cheapest there, but if you let me know what you want I can get you an estimate of how much it’ll be.

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My Heart, It Beats for You

college au with Dowoon pls? ❤

Originally posted by dowoonbiasedtbh

The stress of work and assignment deadlines is enough to turn any student insane in this day and age. It’s hard enough to cope without the emotions and hormones whizzing inside of your body and bursting with new feelings and experiences. It was like the world and your body was against you, but your worst enemy of all was your heart.

Your heart is your worst enemy because it makes you fall for someone you’d only ever considered your best friend until this point. It was your heart that beated fast whenever he weaved his long fingers through his locks of dark hair, it was your heart that pounded when your hands brushed when you walked side by side. It was your heart that thumped so loud when he stood close to you, it was like a drum beat, and you often wondered if the beat was audible to others.

Bu as far as you were concerned, the object of your affection was blatantly unaware, and continued to love in his stress free, crush-less life.

You say crush-less, but Dowoon was more turning heads than an idol in the streets of Seoul. He’s popular in the college, and it seems your heart isn’t the only one that beats for him. Males and females alike are charmed by his mere presence, and that wink he graces them with is enough to make the best willed person to faint.

But to all of them, Dowoon is simply a pretty face, and well, a very pretty body. But to you? Well, you know him better than himself at times. It pains you to be like this but for him to still swerve in other directions. How was it that you were perfectly suited to each of his needs yet he still always chose someone else? It seemed like he’d rather chose a stranger than someone who knows everything there is to know, someone that is willing to put up with him and love him for who he really is.

He’s so nonchalant, but at the same time so misleading. He’ll tell you he loves you but then wraps another girl around his little finger, he’ll say he doesn’t like it when other guys flirt with you yet he’ll pull his smoothest talks on girls in the halls.

You consider banging your head against the counter as alcohol swirls down your throat. It hadn’t been like this when you first walked in, you’d arrived with your friends and full of happiness until you saw some girl wrapped under Dowoon’s arm and now you wanted nothing more than for the universe to delete you from it.

“I can’t believe you still like him. It’s been like, what? Three years by now? You need to stop sulking over him” A voice interrupts your chain of thought, and you found yourself glaring at your best friend, Wonpil.

“I’m not sulking.” You respond snappishly as he takes a seat beside you at the bar, ordering himself some fancy alcohol you didn’t care to ask about.

“You’re definitely sulking.” he smirked, “I don’t see what the big deal is, why can’t you just confess to him, it’s clear he already likes you.”

“If he liked me then he wouldn’t be with her” You averted your eyes to glance at them. Your eyes met Dowoon’s as he hugged the girl, watching you from over her shoulder but he was quick to look away. You turned back to Wonpil and sighed.

“I think I’m going to just go home and have an early night.”

“What? You’re going to give up already?” Wonpil continued to smirk, but you didn’t see what was so amusing. You had the impulse to slap it straight off his stupid face. Perhaps that was the alcohol just mixing with your frustration.

“I’ve already lost, there’s no point.” You sigh, hopping off the bar stool. You felt a warm hand grasp your wrist and you looked back at Wonpil, who also slid off his stool, hovering a good distance of height above you.

“I think I know how you can get his attention, if you really want to try one more time. I wouldn’t want you go down without a fight.”

You rolled your eyes but decided it wouldn’t hurt to try. “Okay, what do you suggest?”

“Kiss me.”

You almost choked on air.


Wonpil exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, “Do I really have to explain this, {y/n}? If you kiss me, then he’ll get jealous and hurrah, you have yourself a Dowoon.”

“And what if that doesn’t work and he doesn’t really care, how do we justify kissing then, smartass?” You hissed at him as he pulled you closer by the wrist.

“Blame it on the alcohol. And besides, a lot of girls want to kiss me, it’s hardly surprising that you would want to, too.” He spoke quietly, and his lips were close. You felt a wash of embarrassment redden your cheeks. This didn’t feel right, to be with Wonpil like this, but he was right, you may as well take it as a last resort if you’re going to give up anyway.

You rose your chin and moved your lips closer to his, he moved back slightly, smirking at you teasingly. “Come and get me.” He winked, running his tongue along his lower lip.

You moved more forcefully, pushing your lips against his before he could retreat. Even though you kissed him, he was the first to respond, brushing his rougher lips against your soft ones. Wonpil was still holding your wrist, but the other free one was soon to be grabbed, except this time, it wasn’t Wonpil.

You felt a force pulling you away, you opened you eyes as you were dragged back, and the last thing you saw before turning in the direction you were being pulled was Wonpil waving at you, a flick of his eyelid to wink at you.

When you turned to the source of you pull, you noticed Dowoon. He finally stopped dragging you when you stepped outside the bar.

“What the hell was that?” He asked, his voice gravelly.

You looked up at him, catching the fire in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and he was grasping your wrist much tighter and Wonpil’s half hearted grab.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded.

“You and him!” Dowoon suddenly snapped, making you jump slightly. “Why the hell were you all over him?”

“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t be?” You asked him, refraining from snapping, but you were surely feeling the bubble of rage inside your gut.

“Because he’s no good for you, that’s why!” Dowoon threw his arm up in frustration.

“And who said you could be the judge of that?” You threw your arm in the same animated way, “Who are you to tell me that I can’t kiss whoever I fucking want? I could get out of this place with him if I wanted to and you have no place to stop-”

Your words were cut short by his lips. Your heart thumped loudly. He was kissing you. Dowoon was kissing you.

Wonpil’s kiss had acted as a last resort, something you felt as though you had to do. But this? It was passionate, and your knees were shaking beneath you. Dowoon pulled you in roughly by grasping your hips, and your palms rested on his shoulders to prevent you from falling. His lips were like fireworks, and the sensation inside of you was like sparks. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

When he pulled away, you expected to look back into his fiery eyes, but no such expression lingered anymore. He seemed regretful, perhaps a little guilty. It was as though reality had suddenly just hit him. He’d always been one to act before he thought.

He opened his mouth to speak, and for some reason, you expected him to apologise. He didn’t.

“You shouldn’t kiss other people, {y/n}. It hurts me.”

You scoffed, “That’s all you have to say to me?”

He sighed, “Don’t kiss other people {y/n}, I mean it. From now on, I only want you to kiss me. I’m sorry I’m not very good at expressing how I feel, but you mean the most to me. Those other girls? They were a distraction, I didn’t ever think I could ever confess to you so I tried to move on… I couldn’t”

He smiled at you this time, but it was fill of sorrow, and you wanted nothing more than for that smile to disappear and never come back. Seeing him in such a distressed state made your heart shatter. You pulled him into a hug.

“You’re such an idiot, you should have told me.” You tell him, you can hear him chuckle as he wraps his arms softly around your waist.

“I didn’t think.”

“Since when did you think anyways?” You asked him, pulling your head back to look at him in the eyes. They were glittering now, no fire, no sadness, they were content. You were running on adrenaline by this point, you head spinning so fast you could barely think in this moment yourself.

“That’s not the point.” He laughed, “So… Wonpil, you and he aren’t-”

“No!” You cut into his words, pulling a face of mock disgust. “No, that was just… look, I don’t see him like that. We’re just friends, and I was jealous of you, and I’ve had far too much to drink.”

Dowoon smiled, looking down before looking back at you again. “So… You’ll forgive me for being a prick and let me be yours?”

You smiled, “I don’t have a choice but to accept. My heart, it only beats for you.”

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 13/?)
PART 1     PART 2    PART 3     PART 4    PART 5     PART 6     PART 7       PART 8   PART 9     PART 10    PART 11   PART 12

I’m probably the worst imagine writer in history of writing imagines… I’m really, really sorry you had to wait so long for next part, I’m also very sorry it’s mediocre and kind of all over the place… I’ve been really busy lately but I’ll try to make it up to you guys (spoiler alert: they are gonna act normal soon). Till then I leave you here with that… thing…
If you have any suggestions or idea always feel free to send me a message!

I went down the hall looking for Montgomery and saw him talking to Tina but I hid before they could see me, but I could hear what they were talking about.

“… because I was angry! I saw you always hanging out with her at school. She’s this damn school’s sweetheart, great student, next year she’ll probably be captain, she hangs out with the cool kids, almost every guy here has a crush on her”, Tina said.

“So you did it because what? You were jealous that she’s popular and liked by everyone? She worked for it, you know? Step number one – don’t push people. Step number two – don’t break their wrists”, he said angrily.

“I was mad at you! What, you think I don’t know why you asked me out? You think that I’m blind. That I never saw how you are always checking if she’s watching? And yesterday she was staring at you when you walked in and sat on the bleachers so I got mad.”

“You don’t know what are you talking about”, he snorted.

“Why can’t you take my side?”, she asked him. “Why didn’t you stood up for me yesterday?!”

“Because Y/N was injured and had to go to the nurse!”

“Why didn’t you stood up for me when Jessica attacked me?”.

“There was nothing to stand up for because as we all saw Jessica was right”, Montgomery said.

He forgot about one thing. Tina hadn’t known he saw the clip. She didn’t know Tyler showed it to him, she didn’t know Montgomery was the one to make him show the video to Mrs. Montez.

“How do you…”, she mumbled.

So she caused the fall because of Monty? Because she thought he was trying to make me jealous over her? She was more stupid than I thought.

I came out, making it look like I wasn’t hiding.

“Montgomery!”, I shouted. “Can’t I decide about one single thing in my life? Couldn’t you for once do the right thing and leave it for me?”

“I did the right thing and made Tyler go to Mrs. Montez”, he said.

“It was you?!”, Tina asked shocked.

“In his defence I knew about the video before, I just didn’t know what to do with it and thanks to him I don’t have a choice”.

“So you still gonna say that you don’t…”, she said directly to Monty.

“Shut up”, he interrupted her.

“Tina, you’re crazy”, I said. “You two may actually be a good match. Or you’d kill each other, that wouldn’t be so bad.”

“It would be hard to stay together because Monty likes you”, she said.

“Wow, you’re stupid”, I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, Montgomery said at the same time. “And by the way, we’re done”, he said to her.

“You can’t break up with me!”, she screamed.

“What is going on?”, Mr Porter asked.

Then I realized we were actually pretty loud.

“Nothing, we’re just…”, I mumbled.

“Don’t you already have enough troubles?”, he asked Tina. “Honor Board will decide in your case tomorrow morning, till then you two”, he pointed at me and her, “you’re not allowed to talk to each other, not to mention making scene in the middle of hallway. And you, Montgomery, stay out of trouble, you’re doing good lately”.

“Yes, Mr. Porter”, we said at the same time.

“Everyone, go to the class”, he said as quiet a lot of people were standing in hall, watching the scene.

“You both are pathetic”, I snorted and walked out of the school.

I decided to skip the rest of lessons and walked home. Surprisingly my mum was inside when I opened the door.

“What are you doing here?”, I asked shocked because usually she wasn’t home before 5 pm.

“I could ask you the same question”, she said crossing her arms.

“Right… I’m sorry, mum… It’s just… It’s been a really hard day and I just couldn’t stand being there anymore and…” I sighed.

“Okay, just don’t do this too often, okay?”, she asked concerned. “You wanna talk about this?”

“Not really…”, I mumbled.

“I’m going to Chicago, work trip, I’ll  be home on Sunday”.


“Make sure you and your dad won’t eat pizza for four days straight”, she said giving me kiss on the forehead.

“We totally will”, I laughed. “Have fun”, mum left and I went upstairs.

I took a nap that lasted three hours and I was woken up by door bell.

“Hi, Atkins”, I opened door, let Jeff inside and still sleepy laid down on the couch.

“You skipped school”, he said.

“Half”, I mumbled.


“Don’t act like you didn’t hear about the huge scene Montgomery and Tina made”.

“I heard about scene but I heard about a scene that included all three of you”, he said.

“Excuse me?!”, I went from laying to sitting.

“So you didn’t shouted at Montgomery and then left school?”.

“Okay, I did”, I rolled my eyes. “You heard about the tape?”, I asked, Jeff nodded his head.

“I didn’t want to show it to anyone but Montgomery made Tyler go to Mrs Montez and now there is this whole drama thing going on”, I sighed. “And then I was fed up with them and went home”, I shrugged.

“You know you can’t skip lessons forever because of Montgomery.”

“It’s just… Seeing him with Tina sucks…”, I mumbled.

“First of all, he broke up with her today. Second of all, you can’t avoid him forever. That’s why you’re going to Bryce’s party tomorrow.”

“What? No! Jeff, come on”, I moaned.

“If you don’t go people will start talking there’s some tension between you and Monty…”

“I’m pretty sure no one pays this much attention to me  or Montgomery”, I chuckled but bit my lips.

Jeff was kinda right. I mean NO ONE would pay attention to us but first we had mini scene like three weeks ago in cafeteria, yesterday he drove me to hospital and today I made a scene with him and Tina at the hallway. Damn, he was right. He smiles satisfied, seeing doubts on my face.

“Be at the game tomorrow, we’ll go to Bryce’s straight after”, he laughed. “I sent you photos on notes from lessons you skipped”, he said getting up.

“Thanks, Atkins, you da real MVP”, I said still sitting on couch, not bothering to walked him to the door.


Next day before first period I found Montgomery standing next to his locker. I took a deep breath and walked towards him.

“Hi”, I said shyly. He looked at me surprised. “I just wanted to give you back your letterman”, I said handing him his jacket. “Thanks again”.

“No problem”, he said throwing letterman to the locker, not looking at me.

“I’m sorry I shouted at you yesterday, I shoul…”, I spitted words quickly out of mouth but Troy came up and interrupted me.

“Monty, man, have you seen your car?”, he asked.

“My car?”, she asked surprised and walked to the parking.

I followed him and Troy, turned out quite a lot of people gathered there.

Someone scratched side of  Monty’s car.

“What the fuck?”, he shouted.

“Oh God, not good”, I mumbled and looked around hoping to see any of my friends.

Suddenly Zach showed up next to me.

“Wow… How did this?”, he asked.

“Well I just came here and can’t be sure but in my humble opinion it was Tina”.

“I wouldn’t be surprised, you skipped after lunch break yesterday but she and Monty made a scene again after school”.


“Well, she doesn’t take words I break up with you very good”, Zach chuckled.

“So.. Um, Monty broke up with her?”, I asked acting like I don’t care.

“Yeah, good for him, she’s crazy. Not so good for his car, but…”, Zach shrugged and went to school.  

I went to the baseball game, after that I was supposed to drive with him to the party. I sat on the bleachers with Justin.

“It’s weird to watch game from here and not from there”, I pointed at the place where cheerleaders were warming up and waved at Sheri and Jess.

“You’ll be back there after winter break”, he cheered me up.

The game was about to start, cheerleaders were escorting players and then we saw it.

“What the fuck”, I said out loud.

“Don’t freak out”, Justin tried to calm me out.

“What is she doing there?”, I pointed at Tina escorting Montgomery.

I didn’t know what bothered me more – fact that Tina was performing at baseball game even though she was supposed to be kicked out of the team or the fact that she was escorting Monty to the field.

“Of what Jess told me I know coach let her perform one last time because you can’t and two other girls already left the town for winter break and they needed someone. I thought you didn’t want her to be expelled from the team”

“I didn’t want to make drama out of it…”

“You change your mind like every five minutes. Get yourself together, girl”, he punched me in the arm.


“You speak with Monty, two days later you fight with him, you don’t talk, then he drives you to the hospital, then you, him and Tina make a scene and then you don’t talk to him again, then you two talk next to his locker in the morning, then don’t talk again and then you’re mad cause his ex is escorting him to the field”.

“You pay a lot of attention to details”, I said, that was my tactic. When someone is right I say something completely not related to the case to change the topic.

“Well, both of you are my friends and both of you act weird lately so of course I’m paying attention to the details… Tina says he broke up with her because of you… Because he likes you…”

“Tina has some unhealthy obsession about me and is making up stuff.”

“Well, she says…”

“Did anything came from Monty?”, I asked. “Did he said anything?”, I hoped that Justin’s answer would be positive, but instead he looked down. “Justin, you can’t believe a single thing that girl says…”

“Okay, if you say so…”, he shrugged.

“But well, Monty is still my friend and she keyed his car this morning, so I’m gonna make her loose her shit”, I said with innocent smile.

“Y/N…”, Justin looked at me a little frightened.

“I’m not even gonna move from here”, I rolled my eyes.

Few minutes later it was Monty’s turn to play, he went to batter’s field and prepared then I whistled with my fingers.

Justin looked at me shocked, Monty turn around to see where that came from, I looked at Tina, she was almost purple.

“My dad learned me all of the boys stuff”, I shrugged.

“Wow”, he mumbled. “I’m impressed and half deaf because if was hella loud”.

“Thank you”, I smiled proud of myself.


After the game Justin went to the locker’s room to talk to guys, I waited for Jeff to change as I was supposed to go with him. Unfortunately, Tina walked out of girl’s room sooner than him and she seriously looked like she was gonna punch me.

“Nice whistle”, she said crossing her arms.

“Thanks. Hope you enjoyed your last performance.”

“What does he even see in you?”

“Jesus, Tina”, I rolled my eyes. “You made up something in your head and you’re not letting go. There is nothing! Montgomery doesn’t like me! Okay? Do you understand it?”

“Do you like him?”

I was a little shocked with her question but I didn’t have a chance to answer because Monty himself walked out of the locker’s room.

“What again?”, he asked looking at me and her.

“Nothing, I’m waiting for Jeff”, I shrugged.

“And I’m just going home”, Tina said and walked away.

“You’re going to Bryce’s?”, I asked Montgomery.

“Yeah. Why are you asking like you’re interested?”

“I’m trying to make a conversation. You know that thing when two or more people talk to each other. We used to know how to have a conversation going between the two of us”.

“You were the one to end things”, he said.

“You stopped talking to me”.

“It’s better this way”, he said looking me in the eyes. It was actually first time in quite a long time when he looked at me at all.

“What do you mean?”, I asked.

“It’s just better”, he said and walked away when he heard door being opened.

Few boys walked out including Jeff.

“Ready?”, he asked.

“Well, I’m the one waiting here for you for last fifteen minutes, I should ask you if you’re ready”,  I said trying to sound careless.

Whole way to Bryce my thoughts were spinning around Monty’s words. “It’s better this way”. What did he mean…

“So, Jeff… There is a thing”, I started. “So Sheri has been talking with some guy, not really dating or hanging out, just talking as friends”, I made up a story to cover myself. “They had let’s say a little fight and he stopped talking to her and after sometime he told her that it’s better that way”.

“And?”, Jeff asked.

“You’re a guy. What could he mean? What does boy mean when he says something is better that way?”

“Why are we talking about Sheri and her personal things?”, he asked.

“I’m the one asking question here, Atkins. She asked me for advice but I don’t know anything so I decided to discretely ask you. So, what does that mean?”, I asked impatiently.

“Jeez, Y/N. I don’t even know the guy. It can mean a lot of things… Maybe he’s annoyed with her and just don’t want to be friends with her anymore, or maybe he has some feelings for her and thinks she doesn’t feel the same way and just wants to take a break from her? I don’t know, babe”.

“Feelings?”, I basically stopped listening when he said that word.

“Yeah, do you want me to spell it for you?”

Okay, maybe this moment I live in alternate universe where Monty does feelings for me. Maybe this is my chance to change something. Maybe it’s the only way to find out. I’ll talk to him. Even if I’m wrong I won’t see him for few week during winter break and when we get back to school everything will be almost normal. Okay, I’ll do it. I get to the party, I’ll find Monty, I’ll take his to the side and ask if maybe accidentally he has feelings for me.

With that in my mind I got out of the car and went to the back of Bryce’s house were party was getting started, I looked around but Monty wasn’t here yet.

I decided to drink one beer that night, two tops. I grabbed first one and went to watch boys starting beer pong round while I waited for Monty to arrive.

After an hour or so Jeff sat next to me.

“Have you seen Monty here?”, I asked.

“Yeah, he came like 30 minutes ago, he’s inside playing blow and kiss”, he said and I got up before he even finished the sentence.

I walked inside and saw bunch of people playing but Monty wasn’t there.

“Hey, have you seen Montgomery?”, I asked Troy.

“Yeah, he went upstairs”

“Thanks”, I said and went there taking two steps at one time.

I have never been in this part of Bryce’s house and there was a lot of doors and I didn’t know where Monty went. Music was super loud so there was no point in saying his name hoping he would answer. I decided to open each door until I’d found him.

Third try was the hit. However what I saw made me wish I had never opened that damn door.

“Montgomery?”, I asked and then I saw him having steamy make out session, taking girl’s shirt out. “Sorry”, I mumbled even though they probably couldn’t hear me and slammed the door, and that thing they heard.

I took few steps and laid my head on the wall.

“Idiot… Why am I such an idiot?”, I asked myself.

I heard the door being opened so I quickly turned and went towards the stairs.

“Y/N?”, Monty said. “Y/N!”

I didn’t answer just runned downstairs. It would look suspicious if I suddenly stormed outside so I went to the kitchen, made myself a drink and the slowly went outside where I found Sheri and took her to the side.

“I walked on Montgomery making out with some girl”, I said trying to stopped tears that came up to my eyes.


“It was stupid, but I wanted to find him and ask if he likes me… I don’t know why, I just felt brave of whatever…”, I started sobbing. “I’m so dumb, Sheri…”

“Shhh, calm down…”, she hugged me. “You’re not dumb. He is. You’re such an amazing girl, you’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re nice, half of the boys here would die for you to tell them that you like them and ask if they feel the same. If anyone is stupid, it’s Montgomery, he’s just blind if he can’t see what a treasure is in front of him the whole time”.

“It’s just… It hurts me that I saw it. Even if it was like two seconds. I mean he dated Tina, but I never saw them in situation like this and it kind of didn’t feel real but now… I saw it. It sucks, Sheri. I want to throw up and cry and go to sleep at the same time…”

“He’s not worth it”, she hugged me again. “Come on, we’ll watch some beer pong or play kiss and blow”.

“I’ll join you, I just want to sit here alone for a minute”, I said.

“Okay, you know where to find me”, she smiled and walked.

I stayed there with my terrible drink, terrible drink and broken heart. I felt brave for a minute and what happened to me… Him dating Tina bothered and annoyed me but this… This hurt. Maybe him going to Cresmont or to Rosie’s with Tina didn’t bothered me because I never did things like this with him while making out in spare room at the parties was our thing. It was my memory of his that now was disturbed with him making out with some other girl.

“Hey”, I sat there for few minutes when Zach came to me. “It’s a party why are you sitting alone?”

“I’m having hard few days… I tried something today and it didn’t exactly went the way I hoped for”, I chuckled. “Why aren’t you at the beer pong table?”

“I played enough for today”, he laughed a little. Then he saw tears in my eyes and got serious again. “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m just not really in a party mood”, I said and smiled faked a little smile.

“Do you want me to call you a cab or something?”

“No, thanks, sweetie, I’ll ask Jeff to drive me home. But now if you excuse me I’ll go to the bathroom to put myself together”, I patted his arms went to the house.

Tattoo- Auston Matthews (By Anon)

Originally posted by werenski

Ok so I was able to edit the story so you’ll get the bonus imagine today!!! This is a story from the same author as Our Story and Stars in His Eyes! And Auston’s tattoo turned out fantastic!!! It’s so cool! Anyway… enjoy guys!

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Believe It or Not. Part 18/?

Summary: Now that they know who the Kanima is, the pack needs to find a way to keep Jackson’s vicious transition at bay. But is Y/n’s mind not so clear anymore due to distractions… non-supernatural ones??

Song suggestion: Move Too Fast- Phora

(Based off of 2x06, “Frenemy”)

“I need you to promise that you won’t say anything about what just happened.” Allison’s voice startled Lydia as she pulled up right outside of the Martin house.

“I’ll promise not to say anything about what happened, if you can tell me what the hell just happened.” Lydia’s voice ranged from calm to angry and confused in a matter of seconds.

“It’s- it’s kind of complicated.” Allison sighed leaning back in her seat and fiddling with her fingers.

“Well, How about you start with why was Derek there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica?” Lydia yelled, Allison not being able to make eye contact with her, “Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?”

“Part of the reason why am I asking is because Scott and I aren’t supposed to be seeing each other, okay? So, it’s better if you just keep what you know to yourself.”

Lydia was no longer angry, only hurt now.

“Fine. I’ll keep what I know-which is nothing- to myself.” She snapped as she started to open the car door and get out.

“Hey. He’s not just my boyfriend, you get that right?” Allison asked, pulling Lydia back into the car.

“Let me go.”

“Just for one second, please try and remember-”

“Remember what?” Lydia’s eyes filled with tears along with Allison’s.

“Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you’re with him. Or those times in class when you - you can’t stop looking at the clock because you know that he’s standing right out there waiting for you. Don’t you remember what that’s like?”

A long pause weighed itself between each of them, Lydia had to pull herself away from Allison’s stare.


“What do you mean ‘no’ you’ve had boyfriends?”
Allison rose her eyebrows, laughing slightly.

“None like that.” The strawberry blonde sadly stated, “Jackson was never mine the way Scott is yours, and he never cared about me the way Stiles cares about Y/n.” Her eyes widely gazed into Allison’s.

Deciding she’d had enough, Lydia finally released herself from Allison’s stare and got out of the car.

Y/n still sat in the same exact spot that Stiles had left her, sitting on the edge of her bed completely speechless.

Her mind replayed his words over and over again in her head.

‘I know, I’ll give you all the time you need.’

She wished all of this would just end, she wished it was over so she and Stiles could work things out and be able to do normal teenage things.

Y/n was startled from her thoughts when her bedroom door burst right open and Scott ran through, chest heaving up and down.

“We have to go find Jackson.” He managed to say between quick breaths.

“What, why?” Y/n stood up and started walking towards her brother.

“Because if he doesn’t change back soon he’s gonna kill someone else.” Without another word needing to be said, she followed Scott and Stiles out the door of the McCall house, relying on Scott to track Jackson by scent.

They found themselves speed walking through an alleyway between two brick buildings, it sounded like music was coming from one of them. Scott stopped as they reached the end of the wall and placed his hand out to signal Stiles and Y/n to stop as well. They placed themselves staggered behind him, Stiles peering over Scott’s shoulder and Y/n behind Stiles.

To keep herself steady but make sure she was still able to see around them, Y/n placed one of her hands on each side of Stiles hips without really thinking about it. He turned his head and made eye contact with her to which she returned.

“Sorry.” She whispered dropping her hands.

He just smiled, “it’s alright.” Then he turned back around.

“Any clue where he’s going?” Stiles asked aloud.

“To kill someone.” Y/n nodded her head sarcastically.

Stiles turned around to look at her, she just smiled innocently, “Ah, that explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good, makes perfect sense now.” His arms fiercely gestured towards her.

She just raised her eyebrows at him, Scott had also turned around with a confused expression on his face caused by his spastic friend.

Stiles looked between the both of them, “What? Come on. I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.” He shouted frustratedly.

Y/n raised her hands in defense as Scott decided to ignore Stiles and face back around the wall.

“Just help me find it.” Scott sighed.

“Not it, Jackson.” Y/n reminded and Scott rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Alright, but, does he know that?” Stiles piped up, “Did anybody else see him back at your house?”

“I mean, I don’t think so, but he already passed Derek’s test anyway.” Scott answered.

“Yeah but that’s just the thing, how did he pass the test?” Stiles pointed out.

“I don’t know.” Scott and Y/n sighed in unison.

“Maybe it’s like an either- or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can’t be poisoned by its own venom, right? When’s the Kanima not the Kanima?” Stiles finished his statement staring into Y/n’s eyes.

“When it’s Jackson.” She answered Stiles, putting together what he was trying to say.

They both smiled each other, Scott watched a little distracted as his sister and his best friend problem-solved together. It seemed like it was supposed to be that way.

“Uh- dude. See that?” Stiles smacked Scott’s arm and drew his attention to what looked like a tail swaying outside of a window.

“He’s inside.”

“What’s he gonna do in there?” Y/n asked.

“I know who he’s after.” Scott whispered as his eyes landed on Danny, flashing his fake I.D. and walking into the club.

They entered into a room with blinding flashing lights, blaring dance music, and sweaty bodies moving against each other and taking up almost every square foot of the club.

Y/n looked around her in awe, she’d never actually been in a club before. It made her uncomfortable but it was also pretty cool. Everyone in here was just living normal lives, something she has forgotten how to do.

She turned around smiling to talk to Scott, only to cover her mouth with both hands to keep from laughing. Her eyes met Stiles, a ton of drag queens playing with his facial features and pulling on his clothes.

At the sound of Scott’s voice, y/n realized he was still facing the opposite direction.

“Dude,” Scott turned sideways to look at y/n, “everyone in here’s a dude. I think we’re in a gay club.” He finally turned the full length around and his eyes became wide.

“Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?”

Y/n couldn’t suppress it any longer, she doubled over in contagious laughter. Scott joined her while Stiles just rolled his eyes.

“Come on guys, let’s go sit at the bar and look for Danny and Jackson.” Y/n started walking to the bar stools. She confidently walked and placed both hands down on the cool table, causing the bartender to look up at her. Scott and Stiles following behind until she was standing on either side of her.

She smiled widely and blinked a couple of times, the bartender returned a small smile.

“Three beers please.” She chirped.

The bartender laughed, “ID?”

Y/n’s smile dropped. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment, the bartender just chuckled lightly.

“How about three cokes?” He asked rhetorically before walking away to retrieve the beverages.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around to see both Scott and Stiles mocking her with their smiles, obviously trying not to laugh out loud.

“Oh shut up,” she snapped, “if he wasn’t gay that would’ve worked.”

She begrudgingly sat down on one of the stools, Scott sitting down to her left and Stiles standing with his hands on the counter to her right.

The bartender returned with three cokes, and one of which he slid across the surface towards Stiles.

His eyes widened with confusion looking down towards Y/n who just shrugged with a smile before turning back to the bartender.

“That one’s paid for.” He yelled over the loud music. When he turned around and walked away from them, they spotted a guy straight across the bar and sitting on the other side. He raised his glass towards Stiles.

Scott and Y/n caught each other’s eyes before completely losing it and bursted out laughing.

“Oh shut up.” Stiles’ face curled up in disgust.

“We didn’t say anything.” Scott put his hands up in surrender. Still laughing.

“Yeah, Well your faces did.” He rolled his eyes at them.

As if on cue, all three of them turned around to face the crowded dance floor with flashing colored lights.

They were all looking around in opposite directions, looking for anything that could be dangerous. Well, Jackson.

Y/n looked all around her, covering every place she could see with her eyes. She sighed, frustrated with her lack of success. Out of the corner of her eye, she found herself watching Stiles’ movements. She watched as his hand rubbed the top of his head and his mouth hung open, obviously frustrated as well.

Feeling her presence, Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and made eye contact with her. Not for long as she turned her head down quickly so he wouldn’t see how flustered she was.

“What?” He teased her.

She looked back up at him, his beautiful, big eyes making his heart skip a beat (which Scott heard).

“Nothing,” she shook her head and laughed slightly, “sorry.”

She turned away from him and focused her gaze back on the club. For a few seconds, he just stared at her and smiled.

They had no idea, but Scott was watching everything that had just occurred between them. He just smiled, who better for his sister than his best friend?

“I found Jackson.” Y/n pulled him from his thoughts as she pointed to a swinging tail from the corner of the club. Scott stood up quickly, follows by Y/n. But they found themselves frozen. What do they do?

“Let’s go, Prada. You’re all of six pounds, there can’t be that much to come out of you.” Lydia sighed as she crossed her arms, shivering a little bit from the cold night air.

She looked down at her barefeet, wiggling her toes to assemble some sort of warmth.

“Lose something?” A voice that she didn’t recognize caught her off guard.

She looked up, and there was the same annoying boy from the counseling office.

“Get Danny.” Scott ordered Stiles and Y/n as he started to rush off.

“What’re you gonna do?” Y/n shouted after him.

He just turned around and lifted his hand, showing off his extended claws. Not waiting for a response, he ran off again.

“Works for me.” Stiles sarcastically stated from behind Y/n.

“Danny!” Y/n and Stiles shouted simultaneously, trying to move through the bodies of people dancing, which was harder than you’d think.

Scott was following the Kanima, who was sneakily slithering across the dance floor go unnoticed by all the people. As Scott kept following him, he was able to see Danny, and his sister and friend struggling to get to him.

He watched as the Kanima, Jackson, whatever, was moving quickly towards Danny.

“Jackson! Don’t!” Scott shouted, but he was too late. He knew as he watched Danny’s body fall to the ground paralyzed.

“What do we do with him now?” Y/n managed to ask between heaving breaths as she and Scott dragged Jackson’s now human body out of the club, one of his arms wrapped over each of their shoulders. Stiles following closely behind making sure no one was watching.

They continued to drag Jackson’s limp body until they reached the doors of the jeep. Stiles unlocked the doors and then helped his friends place Jackson in the back seat of the car.

Y/n climbed in the back after they had situated him and her face cringed as she had to sit in such close proximity to Jackson. She shoved his body so that he was sitting upright as opposed to laying down and over the top her. She smiled once she got him situated.

“Oh my god, could this get any worse?” Y/n heard Stiles gasp from the front seat of the car, causing her to lean her head over so she could see out the front windshield. Her eyes were met with a ton of police cars pulling up outside the club. One license plate in particular she recognized.

“I think it can, that’s your dad.” If looks could kill, Stiles’ eyes would’ve burned through her skull right then in there. She just smiled innocently.

“Get rid of him.” Scott demanded and Stiles’ eyes became wide.

“Get rid of him?”

“Do something!” Scott whisper-yelled, his arms flapping around.

Stiles got out of the jeep begrudgingly and strode over to his father’s car. Both Scott and Y/n we’re watching until y/n heard a grain escape Jackson’s mouth.

“Jackson, be quiet.” Y/n smacked his face lightly while she pleaded.

“What are you doing here?” The sheriff questioned when he turned around to see his son standing right behind him.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It’s a club. It’s a club, we were clubbing, you know. At the club.” Stiles clapped his hands together and sighed on the inside knowing how stupid he sounded.

“Not exactly your type of club.” The sheriff raised his eyebrows.

“Uh- well dad, there’s a conversation that we-”

“You’re not gay.” His dad cut him off, rolling his eyes.

With the most offended look on his face Stiles retaliated, “Wha- I could be!”

“Not dressed like that.” Mr. Stilinski shook his head, “Also not with the way I see you look at that girl in the backseat of your car right now, the same girl I’ve been watching you look at since you were 7.”

The sheriff had pointed behind Stiles, and he followed the way it went. He turned around to see both Scott and Y/n staring at them. Then y/n just waved with the most innocent smile on her face while simultaneously looking nervous.

Stiles turned back around the meet the smirk on his father’s face, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s right. I notice more than you think,” he said placing his hand on his son’s shoulder, “sometimes I notice even before you do.”

Stiles watched his dad walk away as he tried to process the recent encounter they just had. Was his dad right? Had it always been her?

He shook himself out of his thoughts and walked back to his car where his friends were waiting.

“Uh, What about your house?” Stiles asked Scott as he drove aimlessly through the town of Beacon Hills. Y/n remained silent in the backseat with an annoyed expression on her face as an unconscious Jackson rested his head on her shoulder.

“Not with my mom there. We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he’s dangerous.” Scott replied.

“I still say we just kill him.” Stiles arm flailed as the sarcastic suggestion left his mouth.

“We’re not killing him” Scott and Y/n harshly stated in unison, shutting Stiles down.

“God, f- okay, okay, I got an idea.” Stiles surrendered and looked in the rear view mirror to make sure he had Y/n’s eyes, which of course he did.

“Does it involved breaking the law?” She raised her eyebrows towards him through the mirror.

“Don’t you think that’s a given by now?” He answered her with another question.

“I was just trying to be optimistic.” Y/n let her body fall back into the seat, pushing Jackson off of her again only to sigh in disgust as he just fell right back on top of her.

“Don’t bother.”

“Scott! Y/n! Stilinski! I’m gonna kill you!”

The three exchanged concerned glances with each other as they stood between multiple trees in the woods during the early hours of the morning. Only a few feet away from a police van meant to hold criminals, which they had stolen to hold Jackson.

“I’ll go in.” Stiles sighed reluctantly heading towards the doors of the van leaving Y/n and Scott behind.

“You probably shouldn’t go alone, just in case.” Scott called after Stiles causing him to stop walking and turn around.

Scott was about to suggest he go with him when Y/n pulled out one of the Chinese daggers Allison had given to her and walked forward past Stiles and Scott without saying a word.

Once she stood in front of the van doors, hand on the handle, she turned around to face them.

“You coming?” She nodded towards Stiles as he smiled and approached her. He took the keys out of his pocket and opened the doors.

Y/n took a deep breath before stepping off of the ground and onto the cold metal floor, the dim lighting and gray walls making her shiver.

She hesitantly sat down as Jackson’s cold stare followed every move she made. Stiles took a seat next to her.

“Okay, I brought you some foo-”

“Let me out now!” Jackson’s body shook with anger.

“You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up - close and personal with your junk wasn’t exactly a highlight of my day. So don’t think this is fun for me either. You know we’re actually doing you a favor?” Stiles fired back all in one breath.

“You’re doing me a favor?” Jackson scoffed.

“Yes.” Y/n interjected rather loudly, startling not only Jackson but Stiles as well, “you’re- you’re killing people.” She practically yelled, her eyes filled with disbelief towards Jackson’s stupidity.

“To death.” Stiles added whilst enunciating dramatically.

“Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you’re gonna stay in here. I’m sorry. Now - you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?”

Stiles held out both sandwiches towards the angry teenager.

“You actually think my parents won’t be looking for me?” He ignored the offer.

“Uh, well- not if they don’t think anything’s wrong.” Stiles cockily held up Jackson’s phone showing a text message sent to Jackson’s parents, smiling proudly.

Y/n smirked as she watched Jackson fall back against the cold metal interior in defeat.

“Scales? Like a fish?” Jackson raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

“No, more like a reptile. And your claws have this liquid that paralyse people, oh and you have a tail.”

“I have a tail?”

“Yeah, You have a tail.” Stiles repeated himself.

Y/n sighed, bored with being stuck in this stupid van listening to their stupid conversation. She leaned her head back against the metal and close her eyes, attempting to block out the two boys voices.

“Does it do anything?”

“No, not that I know of.” Stiles squinted at the ground as if trying to replay every encounter he’d had with Jackson in his Kanima form.

“Can I use it to strangle you.” Jackson’s jaw tensed up. Y/n’s eyes popped open and head snapped up.

“Yeah, You still don’t believe me.” Stiles scoffed and he and y/n exchanged the same annoyed glance before they both turned back to Jackson.

Y/n sat up straight, leaning forward so her elbows were on top of her knees.

“The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?” She questioned.

“I went home.” Jackson answered as if it should be obvious.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, you bitch. What the hell else would I do?”

“Hey don’t be a dick to her.” Stiles immediately snapped at Jackson in her defense.

“It’s alright I can handle it.” She whispered towards Stiles.

“Yeah, Yeah I know you can handle it you just shouldn’t have to.” He looked at her as he spoke.

She just smiled lightly at him before turning back to Jackson. She pulled her Chinese daggers back out and stood up to walk towards Jackson.

Quickly, she stabbed both of them on either sides of his legs. She didn’t actually want to hurt him, but she definitely wanted to scare him.

He jumped, his wide eyes not able to look anywhere else besides straight into her determined ones.

“You attacked Stiles, Derek and I at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic- right in front of Stiles-”

“Which was lovely, thank you.” Stiles interrupted before Y/n continued.

“And one of the Argent’s hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny. Your best friend.” She finished. Voice completely calm and level the entire time. Which if you asked Jackson it was worse than her yelling.

“Why would I try to kill my best friend?” Jackson shot back as Y/n sat back down next to Stiles.

“Well, that’s what Scott’s trying to figure out right now.”

Stiles sighed and checked his phone.

“Well, maybe, he should be trying to figure out how he’s going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!” Jackson’s words echoed throughout the small van.

“All right, well, tell me this. On the night of the full moon, what happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened.”

Stiles and Y/n decided they needed to get out of the van that they’d been locked in for hours on end with possibly their least favorite person.

Y/n waited anxiously for Stiles to open the door. It finally swung open and he hopped out, with her not following too far behind.

As Y/n stood with outstretched arms, she was startled at the sound of Stiles’ voice.

“Oh my, god.” He panicked. Heartbeat returning to normal once they both realized it was Allison.

“They know.” She quickly stated, looking shaken and panicked.

“What?” Stiles replied.

“They know Jackson’s missing.”

Stiles’ first reaction was to hold up Jackson’s phone, which now has his fingerprint all over it. He looked at Y/n who was just staring back at him with fear in her eyes.

“All available units proceed to Beacon Hills preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until sheriff Stilinski’s arrival. Proceed with caution.”

All three of their heads snapped towards the the sound of the police radio from the van repeating the previous message over and over.

They all scrambled to get inside the van, Y/n squeezing between Allison and Stiles as her started the vehicle.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked him.

“Somewhere very far from this.” He said as he aggressively threw Jackson’s phone out the window.

“If Jackson doesn’t remember being the Kanima, he’s definitely not going to remember stealing Danny’s tablet.” Scott spoke to Allison, y/n and Stiles.

“Why would he steal the thing if he doesn’t even know what’s on it?” Stiles asked.

“What if someone else took it?” Allison suggested.

“Then somebody else knows what he is.” Y/n added, adding onto Allison’s theory.

“Which could mean someone’s protecting him.” Scott followed the theory further.

“Like the bestiary says, ‘the Kanima seeks a friend’ right?”

“Okay, hold on,” Stiles interjected “So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn’t know? I mean, who would do that?”

“Somebody who wanted to protect him.” Allison answered Stiles questions but looked at Y/n, who nodded her head.

“There’s something else, Scott continued, “you said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that’s actually true?”

“No it can’t be. Tried to kill all of us, remember? I don’t know about you three, but I haven’t murdered anybody lately.” Stiles sarcastically replied, Y/n just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t think it was actually trying to kill us,” Y/n got Stiles’ attention, “Remember when we were at Isaac’s the first time?” She shifted her attention to Allison and Scott, “it went right past us, didn’t it?”

“You’re right, it just ran off.” Allison agreed.

“And it didn’t kill you in the mechanic’s garage.” Scott pointed out to Stiles.

“Well, Yeah, but it tried to kill Y/n, Derek, and I in the pool.”

“Did it?” Y/n raised her eyebrows.

“It would’ve. It was waiting for us to come out.” Stiles still grasped to what he thought was true.

“What if if was trying to keep you in?” Scott tried to guide his friend to be on the same page as the rest of them.

“Why do I feel so violated all of the sudden?” Allison laughed at his comment, and Y/n rested her hand on his arm for a split second before the conversation continued.

“Because there’s something else going on. We don’t know what it is. We don’t know anything that’s going on with Jackson, or why someone’s protecting him.” Scott sighed.

“Know thy enemy.” Allison’s voice made all of them look in her direction.

“Just something my grandfather said.” She clarified when she looked up to see all their eyes on her.

“All right, I got it, kill Jackson. Problem solved.” Stiles smirked and dropped his arms to his sides.

“He risked his life for us, against Peter. Do you remember that?”

“Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It’s funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it’s funny”

“It doesn’t mean he’s still not worth saving.” Y/n argued, “I mean I hate him as much as anyone, but I would’ve died if he hadn’t gotten me to the hospital.”

Stiles looked at her slightly watery eyes as she recalled that night. She could learn to fight all she wanted, but nothing could prove how strong she was other than this moment. And he admired her for that.

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Scott reminded.

“So what?” Stiles rhetorically asked.

“So I didn’t either!” Scott all of the sudden yelled.

“You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? I had someone to stop me. He has nobody.”

“That’s his own fault.” Stiles replied calmly, no one had anything else to say because they knew he was right.

“Doesn’t matter. If we can save him, we have to try.”

Stiles and Y/n had left to go on a food run while Allison and Scott stayed behind to keep watch on Jackson. But it was getting dark out so they offered to go get some Mexican food.

Y/n stayed silent as Stiles drove, music playing lightly in the background. It felt really peaceful, the silence between them. Knowing that once they figured everything out with Jackson, once everything was all over, maybe they’d become something.

Y/n let her forehead rest against the window, watching all the houses and buildings pass quickly by. Then she saw a car that she would recognize anywhere.

“Wait stop.” She said but Stiles hadn’t quite heard her.

“Stiles stop the car.” She yelled, scaring the crap out of him but he slammed on the breaks.

“Y/n what the hell-” he was trying to ask but when he looked over her door was already open and she was walking quickly with a purpose. He hurriedly opened his door to follow.

Derek’s car was parked at the gas station, his back to them as he was waiting for it to be completely filled.

When Y/n saw him she was overcome with an overwhelming amount of anger, she really wasn’t acting like herself, but she couldn’t control it.

“Hey Derek!” She shouted once she was practically right behind him. He turned around with a confused expression to see who had said his name, but the expression left fast due to the teenage girl punched it off his face. Y/n instantly felt pain course through her fingers and up her arm.

“Woah Y/n-” she heard Stiles voice from a distance but ignored it anyway.

“I trusted you!” She screamed, anger taking all control of her body.

The passenger side door opened and Isaac stepped out quickly walking to the scene. Derek stood up and held his hand on his face, not saying anything.

“Why are you doing this? I thought you were on our side, my side. Don’t you have anything to say!” She yelled at him some more until Isaac stepped in front of her, grabbing the sides of her arms and forcing her to face him.

Her angry eyes stared into his ice blue ones, and they were both silent for a few second until he spoke.

“Y/n,” he whispered, “now is not the time, go home.”

She thrashed angrily and tried to shake herself out of his grasp, but she obviously couldn’t because of how much stronger he was.

“Y/n!” He repeated himself again, causing her to stop moving. Isaac saw that tears were streaming freely down her face, and for some reason that made him hurt too.

Stiles watched from behind her as Isaac’s thumbs stroked the sides of Y/n’s arms, and she visibly calmed down.

“Let Stiles take you home.” He whispered to her one more time.

She looked behind him and coldly stared at Derek. Sighing, she turned away and started walking back towards the jeep with both doors still flung open.

Just as she was about to step inside, she turned back to see Isaac still looking at her. The sounds of jeep starting up again breaking their gaze as she got back into the car with Stiles.

“We should probably just go back.” Stiles said calmly as he flipped the wheel around until they were headed back in the direction they came.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered making Stiles’ head snap quickly in her direction as if to reassure himself that he heard her voice. “I shouldn’t have done that, I- I don’t actually know why I did.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re human. We get angry, we feel betrayal. Also he’s an ass so you have nothing to apologize for.” Stiles tried to lighten up the made as she still had tear stains on her cheeks, he smiled at his success when y/n laughed quietly.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, but Stiles had a question creeping in the back of his mind. Hands gripping the steering wheel tighter he decided to ask her anyway.

“So uh, what, what happened between you and Isaac?”

Her eyebrows furrowed as Y/n turned to look at Stiles, who’s eyes were positioned straight ahead on the road.

“What do you mean?” She asked confused.

“I- I don’t know, you know what nevermind let’s just drop it.”

They sat in silence for the rest of the way, honestly it was because Y/n had no idea what to say. She didn’t even know what he was talking about.

Stiles and Y/n ran towards Allison’s car once they realized that Jackson had escaped from the van they had been keeping him in.

They approached the window to see Allison lying in Scott’s arms.

Y/n hesitantly knocked on the window, causing the couple to jump wide awake. Scott quickly rolled down the window while Allison looked away, obviously embarrassed.

“You guys might wanna take a look at this.” Sighed Stiles.

They hurriedly got dressed and met Stiles and Y/n in front of the open doors of the van.

“I have to tell my father. Scott. He’s going to kill someone.” Allison’s voice shook as tears threatened to fall from the corners of her eyes.

“Okay, tell him. Tell him everything.” Scott reassured her.

“Scott, I gotta tell mine too.” Stiles spoke from behind Y/n.

“This is all my fault.” Scott sighed as he aggressively ran both hands through his hair.

“It’s not.” Y/n immediately rushed to her brother and put her hand on his arm trying to calm him down.

“We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.” Allison said as an attempt to reassure Scott that this was out of his control.

“You’re right.”

“How are you gonna make your dad believe all this?” Y/n turned around to face Stiles.

“I don’t know.” He honestly answered her.

“He’ll believe me.” Scott said as his eyes illuminated gold.

Scott and Stiles went to go get his dad while Y/n and Allison traveled to the Argent residence to try and figure out more about the creature that Jackson spontaneously turns into.

They ran up the stairs, skipping every other until they reached Allison’s room. Allison flipped on the lights and both girls gasped, nearly having a heart attack.

“You scared the hell outta us.” Allison expressed as she walked right past Lydia to her laptop.

“I’ve been sitting here for an hour, waiting for you.” Lydia replied. Glancing Y/n up and down as she talked to Allison.

“I can’t hang out right now, Lydia.” Allison dismissed her best friend.

“ I don’t need anyone to hang out with. I need someone to talk to.”

“I- I understand that it’s important, but if it can just wait-”

“Why is everyone always telling me to wait? Why can’t anyone have ‘right now’ available?” Lydia complained.

“Because you can’t have everything right now. You know what I need? I need someone to translate five pages of archaic Latin. Obviously, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.” Allison snapped at Lydia, which really caught Y/n by surprise but she had to restrain herself from laughing.

“I know Archaic Latin.” She strawberry blonde confidently stated.

“You know Archaic Latin?” Allison and Y/n asked rhetorically in unison.

“I got bored with Classical Latin.” The girl shrugged.

“Just how smart are you?” Y/n whispered. But Lydia just looked at her and smiled devilishly and walked towards the computer screen that Allison had pulled up. Y/n just rolled her eyes and followed until she was next to Allison while they both stood behind Lydia.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “Ms. Morrell said that word means ‘friend.’ The Kanima seeks a friend.” She nodded her head, how could they have been so wrong.

“She was wrong, it means ‘master.’” Lydia clarified as she sat back in her seat.

“The Kanima seeks a master.” Allison whispered, meeting Y/n eyes that were probably as wide as hers.

Y/n sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping bandages around her knuckles that were covered in dried blood from Derek’s face.

She placed her elbows on her knees and let her head fall in her hands. She audibly sighed. This was too much. All of this is too much.

Her eyes fell shut as she sat there and began to feel overwhelmed with exhaustion. Trying hard not to replay the last couple of days in her head.

However, she was distracted when she heard a slight creak in her bedroom floor near the window.

Her eyes snapped open and she slowly lifted her head. Her daggers were on the floor next to her feat and she quickly formed a plan. Instantly she bent down and grabbed them, swiftly spinning around to face the possible intruder with the daggers positioned in her hands.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She yelled at Isaac as he stood in front of her with his hands up in surrender.

“You don’t have to go all Wonder Woman on me, okay, I’m just here to check on you.” He stated sarcastically as he put his hands down.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she relaxed her body and threw her weapons on her bedsheets.

“And why would I need you to check on me?” She raised her eyebrows at him.

He shifted uncomfortably looking down at his feet.

“Look,” he started, “What you did today. I know why you did it, but it can’t happen again.”

“Holy crap, did Derek send you here-”

“No he has no idea that I’m here. If he did He would kill me. I’m not here for him I’m here for you.”

He almost yelled at her, she stood silent from being too shocked.

She watched his eyes shift down to her bandaged hand, she immediately moved it behind her back and avoided his gaze.

Without warning he walked towards her and gently grabbed her injured arm, lifting it up until his fingers lightly traced over her bandaged ones.

“I’m here because you got hurt, and if you lose control like that again, it could be worse. We can’t let that happen now can we?”

She didn’t answer as she just stared straight at him. What the hell was happening?

“Even humans need an anchor.” He whispered as he hauntingly stared into her eyes. For a second, he wanted to kiss her. But he knew that was too much.

He dropped her hand and walked back towards her open window. He got one leg out before her voice stopped him, “who’s yours?” She asked, “who brings you back when you lose control?”

He was silent, just smiling at her until he finally answered.


And then he was gone.

anonymous asked:

I've been having trouble with my writing. The plot in my head develops piece by piece. For one of my stories I already know how to end it with a big bang, but not how to get to that point. Any ideas?

I highly suggest a story structure! This is a great way to put some of these crucial events into place so you can figure out what goes where! It looks like this!

1. Inciting Incident: What is that event that gets your plot rolling? 

2. Let the Adventure Begin: What is your character’s reaction to that incident? What does that incident directly cause?

3. Fateful Decision: What is the moment where your character decides that this adventure is their’s to have?

4. The New World: What is the first moment where your character realizes like has really changed?

5. Explore the World: This is the bulk of the piece. This is where the character adjusts and has adventures in their new world. 

6. Climax: Turning point! 

7. Well, This Sucks: It’s all going downhill. The adventure is backfiring, your character is beginning to slip. 

8. The Low Point: This is where the worst of the worst happens. 

9. The False Victory: Give the reader some hope, but then rip it away. It’ll keep ‘em into it. 

10. Regroup: Bring everyone back, get a plan for solving the conflict, and start the journey’s end. 

11. Into Battle: Yeah! Face that conflict!

12. Return to Normal: All is over, life is calm again, and be sure to show how things have changed!

13. Address the Theme: Show the reader why the heck you wrote that thing. 

14. The End: Yay! 

I really hope this could help. And, as for those little scenes you have ideas for, write them! Just because they don’t have a place in the plot (yet) doesn’t mean they don’t need to be written. Never stifle creativity!

Species Switch

Cas x Reader

A/N: This idea came to me at work! So I wanted to do a Cas x Reader but with something that hadn’t been done before so instead of a Human!Cas or Angel!Reader or anything like that I decided to do something I haven’t seen before, hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Blow Job, Smut, Grace Kink, Unprotected Sex, Language

Word Count: 3,500

Originally posted by subcas

“Oh come on, it’s just one stupid witch, we can do this” you say to your boyfriend, Castiel.

“Y/N, I think we should just leave it for someone else” he argues.

“Like who? Sam and Dean are away on a case and every other hunter hates us, do you want this monster to kill more people?”

Cas sighs, “they don’t hate us they hate me.”
“Do you want me to go alone then?” You were a hunter, you knew what you were doing but you also knew that there was no way Cas would let you go alone.

“No, you’re not going alone” he growls possessively which makes you feel all tingly.

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Shape of You (18)

Oh hello new chapter. Guys it’s almost over. But it so sweet I just love ending stories like these. Hopefully you’ll give my new one a chance =)

Previous Chapters

Chapter 18

Cassian didn’t falter after that night. A few days later and he was the same amazing man I had come to know. Still taking care of me even though the pain medicine had run out and I was fine. He was reluctant to let me go back to the bookstore, but I told him I was fine. I told him we had to at least try and pretend that life was getting back to normal.

He wasn’t completely ready to let me go back to my life on my own. He still came to visit almost everyday in the afternoon on his lunch break.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy his company. I loved having his full attention.

After a few days of hovering he also went back to work. He went back to the gym and picked up with his training. Of course I think that helped him, taking his aggression out on the punching bags and his trainees. It helped him let go of his fears of losing me. Because he told me he always imagined Tomas at the other end of his fist now.

We resumed our lives, trying to forget about what Tomas had done. We started our life together, we were a couple now instead of strangers. I couldn’t believe a few weeks ago I hadn’t known Cassian. And now I couldn’t see my life without him in it. I still had to thank Rita for introducing us.

I could feel my eyes ready to roll at how smug she would be knowing how easily I had fallen for him.

Going back to work was bittersweet. Everyone had heard what had happened through the gossip mill. Cassian had to call in and tell them I wasn’t coming in the day after the attack. So they knew my ex had basically tried to kill me. I got a few pity stares, a few questions from people who wanted to know the truth.

It was weird. How everyone already knew my story before I even told it.

But after the first day everyone decided it was old news. I was still the same old Nesta. The girl who preferred to work by herself and was usually found browsing books instead of stacking them. My coworkers lost interest easily and it was normal once more. Well normal except for the fact that everyone stared when Cassian came to visit me.

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Loving your best friend - Stiles Stilinski pt.1

Originally posted by teenwxlves

Words: 652

A honk from outside shook you from your thoughts. You rushed from the kitchen to the door. You slipped your black vans on, mentally preparing yourself for Lydia’s scolding later today for wearing sneakers instead of heels. You walked out and locked the door behind you before rushing to the blue jeep waiting outside your house.

You slammed the door shut after you got in. ”Hi!” You said and gave Stiles a quick kiss on the cheek like you’ve done every time you got in the car these past years. Stiles was your best friend, the two of you have known each other for as long as you can remember, your parents knew his parents.

”Hey, what took you so long? I never have to honk for you.” Stiles asked and you shook your head.

”I got lost in my thoughts again. Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly and Stiles rolled his eyes, not able to stay mad at you. He started the jeep and drove to Beacon Hills High School.


Stiles chuckled and you turned to look at him in confusion. ”What’s so funny?” He gestured to your feet. ”Lydia’s going to have your head, you promised her to wear heels instead of sneakers this week. Remember?” You glared at him, unthankful for the reminder and sighed.

”I know, but I was in a rush and I didn’t have the time to dig out a pair of heels from my wardrobe. She’ll understand.” You said, then added ”I think?”

Stiles laughed and got out, then he opened your car door and you smiled while scolding yourself for blushing. You knew why but you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You saw Lydia by the school doors and sighed, Stiles saw what you were looking at and started to laugh again. ”It’s not funny, stop laughing!”

You walked up to Lydia and you immediately regretted not putting a pair of heels by your door. Stiles left you to fend for yourself and you waited for her remark.

”Y/N, I thought we had a deal.” She sighed. ”I know, but I forgot to put them by the door and I got lost in my thoughts again.”

”You’ve been thinking a lot lately, what are you thinking about?” You decided to tell her the truth. ”Okay, I’ll tell you but you can’t tell anyone. Promise!” Lydia nodded. ”I promise.”

You sighed and thought of how to put it in the easiest way. ”Well, I, uhh, I have feelings for…” You trailed of and Lydia looked at you expectantly. ”Stiles.” You whispered. Lydia’s eyes widened.  

”Okay, I get why you forgot the shoes so I’m not mad.” Y/N looked relieved. ”But, you need to wear it tomorrow and no excuses. Now, tell me about everything that’s between you and Stiles.” Lydia demanded and Y/N nodded.


Scott smirked slightly to himself as he heard Y/N admit to Lydia and herself that she liked Stiles. ”What did she say?” Stiles wondered. He had asked Scott to listen in on Lydia and Y/N’s conversation because he wanted to know how much crap she’d get for not wearing heels.

Scott tried to make up a response and decided to not fully lie. ”She said she wasn’t mad as long as she wear heels tomorrow.” Stiles looked surprised. ”What, that’s it? There needs to be something else?”  

”Nope. Nothing else.” Scott told him.

The two of them started to walk to class. ”So, have you told Y/N yet?” Scott asked, already knowing the answer. ”Told her what?” Scott rolled his eyes. ”Told her about your feelings, c’mon Stiles, you need to tell her.”

Stiles sighed, ”I know, but what if she doesn’t feel the same way, I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” ”Yeah, and I get that. But, what if she feels the same way?” Scott asked and Stiles thought about it.

21 Questions

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count: 526

Warnings: None

Summary: You play 21 Questions with Newt

A/N: Thanks to @chelsealynnae for giving me the idea!!

Note: Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour, Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

I lie on my back next to Newt in the Gardens, staring up at the cloudless sky. We’ve been picking vegetables for tonight’s dinner for what feels like years, so we decided to take a break.

“I’m bored” I groan, pushing myself into a sitting position.

“What do you want to do, love?” Newt asks. I force myself to focus on the question instead of swooning over his British accent like a lovesick puppy. 

“I don’t know…do you want to play a game?” Like 21 Questions or something?“ I suggest.

He laughs. "But we already know everything about each other!”

I roll my eyes. Newt and I have been best friends since I came to the Glade, but I can’t help wishing that we could be more. I know that there’s no way that he feels the same way, but it’s nice to imagine that he does sometimes.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!" 

He sighs. "Alright, love, alright. But you’re going first”

We ask each other questions for the next hour - favourite animal, favourite food, least favourite Glader, etc. Eventually, I get to my last question. It takes me ages to think of it, and when I do, I almost change my mind about asking it. It’s a bit of a personal question, but I ask him anyway.

“What’s your type?”

Newt splutters, making me life at his embarrassed expression. “Why do you bloody want to know that?”

The truth is, a small part of me wants to know whether I’m close to his type. It’s unlikely and stupid, but I can’t help it.

“Just wondering” I reply, too quickly for it to be believable. He doesn’t notice, luckily.

“Alright, well…she has to be kind. I like someone who’s caring, and funny, and smart”

I grin. Most guys would have a long list of everything they want a girl’s appearance to be before they even thought about personality.

“As for looks…well, Y/H/C hair is always a good start”. He pulls on the end of my ponytail, making my cheeks flush red.

“And Y/E/C eyes are pretty great”. He traces the skin around my eyes and down my jaw bone, his fingers cool against my skin. Shivers race down my spine.

Newt continues to describe me. It takes a lot of effort to stop my jaw from dropping to the ground in shock. Tears start to sting my eyes, I’m so…I don’t even know what word to use to describe how I feel. 

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question, right love?” he whispers. I nod.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks nervously.

“Yes!” I laugh. How could my answer be anything but yes?

He leans forward and kisses me. When his lips touch mine, tingles prick my whole body. His hands caress the back of my neck lightly, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter more than ever. We bump noses and break apart, laughing.

“I really like you, Y/N” he smiles.

“I really like you too” I reply.

We kiss again, the setting sun behind us, and somehow, the second kiss is even better than the first.

Bad Timing-Josh Dun Imagine Part 1

Description: Josh and you are friends who haven’t seen each other in 2 months. When you finally do see each other things get complicated. 

Warnings: None 

Josh and you have been friends forever so it was no surprise when you got a phone call at 2:00 am. It was a Friday night and he had just done a show in your hometown which you attended. He texted you and asked if you wanted to join his fun, but going to a club with him and a bunch of his friends didn’t sound appealing to you. Instead, you went back to your place and watched movies in your sweatpants. You had dozed off on the couch and were thankful that the call woke you from the uncomfortable position. When you looked at your phone you just rolled your eyes and answered, not knowing what he wanted. 

“Hello?” You said, clearing your throat. 

“[Y/N] I am so glad you answered!” Josh’s words slurred together, letting you know he reached his drink number. “You know it has been a long time since you hung out with me. You need to be here!” 

“You know where I live. When you are sober you should come over.” You caught yourself smiling at the thought of seeing him. It had been 2 months since you were face to face with your friend. You were jolted out of your thoughts when a different voice was talking to you. 

“Hey, are you there? Listen, I have to go, something came up at home. Can you come pick up Josh?” You recognized Tyler’s voice and knew that you had no other choice. You agreed and hung up the phone. 

As you pulled into the club, you got out to search for Josh. When you walked in you immediately spotted the neon hair and made your way over. You were greeted with Josh picking you up in a hug and spinning you around. 

“I have missed you so much!” Josh said while setting you down. “You look so good.” You rolled your eyes at his remarks and led him to your car. 

When you were both settled in the car, you started to drive home. You looked over at Josh who had his eyes closed and was rocking his head back and forth. You decided to break the silence. 

“So, this isn’t exactly how I planned our reunion.” You laughed and glanced over at him. He opened his eyes and smiled, then placed his hand on your thigh. This threw you off and you didn’t know what to say or do, so you just continued driving in silence. 

Once you arrived at your place, you got Josh out of the car and up the stairs to the guestroom. Josh was sitting on the edge of the bed and as you said goodnight and walked off, he grabbed your hand and spun you around. 

“You know most people wouldn’t get up in the middle of the night to pick up their lousy, drunk friend.” He said, his smile fading quickly. 

You laughed and tried to get his smile back, “What was I supposed to do, just leave you there? And you’re not lousy.”

He dropped your hand and rubbed his eyes. “I really have missed you. I am sorry that I haven’t been around.” 

You cut him off before he said anything else, “In your defense, you’ve been a little busy.”He smiled again before saying, “You do look really good.” 

You looked down at yourself, wearing sweatpants, a red tank top and house shoes, “Wow, how much did you drink?” You laughed at the dig at yourself. 

He stood up again engulfing you in a hug. 

“I have missed you too Josh. But we don’t have to catch up right now, you don’t have to leave until tomorrow night. We can do this part in the morning.” You let go, breaking the hug and doing your best to get him into bed. “I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything.” And with that you went to your own bed, falling asleep almost instantly. 

The next morning you got up, making waffles for you and Josh. You took them into the guestroom where he was and to your surprise, he was already up. 

“Did you sleep okay? I brought hangover cure.” You say as you make your way into the room. Josh scoots over to make room for you in the bed. 

“My personal hero!” He jokes as you both take bites of your waffles. 

“So, what do famous people do on Saturday’s?” You nudged him in the side as he rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t know, if you ever meet a famous person you should ask them.” He laughed and you tossed back ideas finally deciding to stay in and watch movies. 

The day continued on with the two of you talking, catching up and occasionally watching some of the movies that were playing in the background. You filled each other in on every part of life that happened while he was away. You found yourself being unusually cuddly with your friend and to your surprise, he didn’t stop you. At one point you had turned on “A Goofy Movie” and both became really tied up in a conversation about your love lives. 

“I can’t believe you still are single!” Josh blurted out. 

“Ouch. Thanks.” You pretended to be mad. 

“Its just that, I have been gone for two months and I figured you would have settled down with that Cody guy.” 

“Just the thought of that name makes me cringe. Let’s just say that guy turned out to be a total jerk. I may just swear off relationships all together.” Your smile quickly faded. 

“Don’t do that quite yet.” Josh said as he pressed his lips to yours. 

As the kiss broke you just stared at him for a moment. “Dammit Josh.”You say under your breath. 

“[Y/N], I am sorry, I just have been wanting to do that for a long time.” 

You didn’t even think before saying these next words, “And I have wanted you to, but dammit, you have bad timing.” You scoot back to the edge of the couch and pull your knees to your chest. “This isn’t fair.” 

Josh shakes his head still smiling, “Why do you do this? Why are you so afraid to let things happen? How is this not fair? You’re my best friend and I have wanted you for a long time.” 

“Because, Josh, you get to leave in an hour and I get to stay here. I get to fret about how I am in love with a guy who is going to be halfway across the world in the morning. You get to go explore the world and I get to sit in my house and sulk about how much I miss you. None of this is fair.” The words practically jumped out of your mouth so fast that even you didn’t know what you were saying. 

You looked up at Josh who was staring at you with a smile so big his eyes disappeared. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you  spat at him. 

All he said back was, “Say it again.”

You looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact and blink away the tears that were forming in your eyes. “Say what again?”

“Say it again.” He said it much slower this time. You knew exactly which part he was talking about. 

You look down and started fidgeting with your hands, “I’m in love with you.”You whispered. 

Before you could even finish Josh had let his lips meet yours again, this time much more intense. “I’m in love with you [Y/N].” He smiled and kissed you again. You kissed back briefly before pulling away, throwing your head into your hands. 

“But none of this changes the fact that our timing is off.” You spoke between sobs.

“Then come with me.” He said the words and I waited for the laugh, he could not be serious. “Come with me.” He said again. 

You looked up at Josh, searching his face for a sign that he wasn’t serious. But he was for real, and this moment was really happening and you had a choice to make. 

Revenge Sure Is Sweet

Past events

Present events

 I was inspired by Sebb Argos “Talking To My Ex Boyfriend,” video, which you can watch here:  

Revenge Sure is Sweet

Last Imagine:  You Guys Are The Absolute Worst!

“Hello everyone, welcome back to another Sugg Sunday, and today video is a prank video on my boyfriend Jack Maynard. I remember a couple weeks ago he pranked me good, when he faked cheating on me, and now it’s my turn for revenge,” Joe smiled in a mischievous way, if you’re going to prank the prank king you better be prepared for him to strike back at you twice as hard. “What you guys don’t know is that it is very easy to make Jack jealous, so I’ve decided that I’m going to act like I’m phoning my ex boyfriend, when actually it’s going to be one of my mates back in Wiltshire. Now Jack doesn’t know my friend, so he wasn’t able to recognize the voice on the phone, and another thing I had been acting really distant toward Jack lately simply for this prank, so his reaction was far worse than I expected, let’s roll the clips.”


“Okay Jack should be waking up from his nap at any moment now, I’ve already dialed Sammy, my friend from Wiltshire, and changed his name on my phone to my ex boyfriend’s name, all we do now is wait,” Joe wasn’t going to lie he was feeling a bit nervous about this prank, he knew it was going to work but he was more scared of how Jack was going to react more so than the prank itself. The sound of feet hitting the ground alerted Joe, he quickly sat himself down on the couch and grabbed his phone. “Jacks awake.”


Jack made his way down the steps, in seek of his boyfriend, Joe had begun to fake laugh to draw Jack’s attention to him. “Babe you left the bed, I woke up and you weren’t there,” Jack whined while draping his arms around Joe, and laying his chin on his head. “Where’d you go?

“I got a call, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” Joe whispered before going back to listening to whatever Sammy was saying.


“Who is it?” Jack whispered back as he started rubbing Joe’s arms, there was a long period of silence before Joe bursted into laughter.


“No I don’t want to talk about that, it so embarrassing,” Joe practically squeaked while he continued to laugh. Jack soon realized he had been ignored, and wanting to get Joe’s attention Jack began to kiss down Joe’s neck. “Jack? Babe I’m on the phone.”


“But Joey I’m lonely, and I woke up and you weren’t there, so can’t you make it up to me?” Jack whined while sucking on one of Joe’s sweet spots, causing the older man to shiver.


Joe resisted Jacks advances by standing up and moving across the room, so he wouldn’t give in. “Sorry it’s just Jack, he messing with me again.”


“I wouldn’t necessarily call that “messing,” but okay,” Jack muttered while rolling his eyes, and leaning into the couch.


“Yes I did get the pictures, they were kind of naughty don’t you think? I can almost see your penis,” Joe giggled the kind of giggle he only did when Jack said something flirtatious. Jack’s whole body stilled as he listened to his boyfriend’s conversation, Who the hell was he talking to?


“Joe who is that?” Joe decided this time he was going to answer Jack this time, he didn’t want to drag this out for too long. “Aaron,” Joe felt his stomach fill with nerves as he saw a strange look appear on Jack’s face.


“Aaron who?” Jack felt anger seep into him. He definitely knew who Aaron was one out of two of Joe’s exes who came before Jack. Jack has actually had the honor of cursing Aaron out after he had been texting Joe relentlessly for 2 weeks during the beginning of his and Joe’s relationship .


“Um, Aaron Trug,” Joe mumbled but he knew that Jack heard him , as Jack head snapped up and looked at him with a harsh glare . “Okay just hear me out , yeah? He called me two weeks ago and he wanted to meet up for coffee to apologize for being a creep so I agreed, and he’s changed I promise.”


“How many times have you two “Hung Out”?” Jack made his way over to Joe, a permanent frown seemed to have made his way onto his face.


“Only a handful of times but I promise Jack he hasn’t made any advancements on me what’s so ever,” Joe reached for Jack’s hand wanting to bring some comfort to his boyfriend, Jack let him grab him but it did not lessen his anger at all.


“Oh really what naughty picture did he send you them?” He snapped while reaching for Joe’s phone, Joe quickly moved his phone out of Jack’s reach  while wrapping his other arm around Jack.


“Jackie  don’t you trust me,” Joe whined while looking up into  Jack’s blue eyes with a pouty face.


“I do trust you but I don’t trust this Asshole ,” He finally managed to grab  his boyfriend’s phone  and move out of  his reach. Jack unlocked Joe’s phone having his own fingerprint on there, he quickly went to Imessage to see  ♥️Aaron ♥️.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Joe , he basically sent you a fucking Dick pic, and what is up with this fucking name, Aaron with two hearts?”


“I give everybody emoji’s, and he sent me that picture because we were comparing each others abs ,” Joe explained knowing that it would make Jack even more mad.


“He’s seen your fucking abs, Joe every message he’s sent you is  him flirting, and you flirting back. What is wrong with you? Are you not happy with me or something? Because this is basically cheating!” Jack almost shouted ,  and Joe could tell he’s hurt his boyfriend.


“Jack you know I love you, it’s just a little flirty banter  I swear I have no romantic feelings for anyone but you ,” Joe pouted while crossing his arms, and staring at the ground .


“I have to say that it sure doesn’t feel like you love me anymore, you’ve been distant for the past week, and now I find out it’s because you been hanging out with an Ex. What the fuck am I supposed to think Joe?” Joe heart actually hurt at Jack not believing that he loved him, but then he quickly noticed that Jack was using his phone to call someone.


“What are you doing?”


“Calling Aaron,” Jack answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Aaron” answered on the 2nd ring, and he didn’t even get the chance to say hello, before Jack was going off. “Who the fuck do you think you are! How many times do I have to make it clear that Joe is not interested in your stalker ass.  If you must know he is in a committed relationship, and he doesn’t need you coming along  trying to fuck that all up. I get it Jack is pretty damn hot, but he’s happy with me, so can you do us both a favor and kindly fuck off!”


Jack hung up the phone and handed it back to  Joe before trying to storm off. Joe quickly stopped him by grabbing his hand, “You are so sweet y’know?”


“What the hell are you talking about?” Jack turned around to be met with the sight of Joe holding one of his cameras. “God damn it this is a prank isn’t it?” Joe just smiled widely and nodded. “Oh piss off!”


“You love me!!” Joe shouted while wrapping his arms around Jack and kissing his cheeks. “What do you take me for? I would never cheat on the love of my life , beside Aaron has nothing on you love.”


Jack  embraced Joe back, relieved that Joe wasn’t actually cheating on him , planting a soft kiss to his forehead. “I’m going to get you back Joseph Sugg, just you wait. Now  who the hell was I on the phone with?”

“Oh my cousin and friend Oscar, also the abs were a picture of Liam Paynes abs, I’m not surprised that you didn’t notice,” Joe teased while  flicking  Jack on the forehead.


“Oh whatever, now give me a kiss to make me feel better about the emotional  rollercoaster I just endured,” And that was when  Joe turned the camera off.


The Video returned to Joe sitting on his bed, with a bright smile,“So as you all can see I got Jack back, but it won’t be too long before he strikes again, hopefully I can see right through it, until next Goodbye!”

@feelmyroarrrr said: I like this dean, for dean x reader please, thank you

“You idiot! I hate you!” you screeched, slamming the screen door behind you as you stomped across the porch and down the rickety stairs.

Dean stood still beside the Impala as he waited for you to get closer, hands in his jacket pockets and a cheeky grin on his face. He didn’t seem to mind the blood-soaked bandage on his neck, nor did he pay any attention to the band-aid on his cheek and the gash on his forehead. The blood around it had already dried and become slightly crusty, but you could tell that it was still pretty bad. It wasn’t nasty enough to need stitches, you decided, but nasty nonetheless.

“So I take it you missed me?” he laughed. You rolled your eyes and slapped his upper arm in response.

“Of course I missed you! Why didn’t you call me? Or at least text? I’ve been worried sick!” you cried. You felt as if your attention was being pulled in a million directions; between his neck, cheek, forehead, and brilliant eyes, you didn’t know what to look at.

“What happened, Dean? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Dean laughed softly and tugged you into his arms so he could give you a gentle hug. Your anger began to recede as he held you, and after a few long moments, you pulled away to look up at his face. Hesitantly, you reached up and brushed your fingers across the cuts he’d earned during the hunt. Dean hissed a little when you touched the gash on his forehead, then reached up and took your hand in his.

“I’m fine, Y/N. I promise,” he added, his voice earnest. When you shook your head and began to worry your lower lip, he sighed and laced his fingers with yours. “It looks worse than it actually is, sweetheart. How about you patch me up while we watch a movie? I know I’m late so I picked up a few rentals on my way back…”

Smiling softly, you nodded and led him back inside the house. You pretended to ignore the sound of him locking the front door behind you, and you knew from the shuffling noises you heard that he was checking to make sure the devil’s trap he’d painted on the underside of your rug was still intact. By the time he’d finished checking things over, you’d already gathered the first aid supplies you’d need and settled down on the couch to wait for him.

Dean pulled the DVDs from his inside coat pocket, setting them down on your TV stand as he popped the first one into the player. Once he’d finished and the trailers at the beginning began to play, he came over and sat beside you, letting you clean the tender skin on his face and neck as he fiddled with your various remotes until he found the right one. The menu screen popped up and Dean pressed play just as you were finished covering up the wounds on his neck and cheek again.

Soon after, you and Dean were snuggled up together, him freshly bandaged and you content to just be held. The two of you watched as the heroine on the screen saved the day, and you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. Your own hero had come home to you once more, and you couldn’t have been anymore thankful.

You’ve Got To Be Kitten Me.

This is Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

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Summary: Adrien finds some actual literal kittens on the side of the road and decides to take them in. Hijinks ensue as he attempts to hide them from his father’s employees, his friends, and Ladybug. Spoiler alert: He doesn’t succeed.

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In January I had a friend pierce the cartilage in my left ear twice (holes 6 and 7). Immediately they became infected and I had to get antibiotics and it was a huge fucking mess. Hole 6 never quite felt right, though. I tried different posts, put in a hoop, cleaned it multiple times a day, but six months later it was still causing pain, to the point where I couldn’t sleep on it or touch it or anything.

I took it out today. It felt stupid to try to force something that wasn’t working, only because I’d put so much time and pain into trying to make it work, and it looked like what I thought I always wanted. I kept thinking, I’ve put up with the pain for this long, hold out just a little bit longer. It could get better. You never know.

But today I decided t wasn’t worth it and took it out and it already feels better.

And GODDAMN if that ain’t some fuckin life lesson symbolism bullshit, I don’t know what is.

(If my life were a book, readers would be rolling their eyes at the blatant *whatever* here.)

“ OMG you should do one where you & Harry have been together for like 4or more years and one night he ALMOST has sex w/ a girl but catches himself but feels so guilty that he tells you and yeah u can decide the ending !! “

Thanks for the request!


Harry loves Y/n. She’s his whole world and only the thought of losing her was enough to make him go crazy. And he knew that when he tells her what he did, she was gonna leave him. He couldn’t blame her really.

Harry was out with some friends in L.A and he was drunk. He was so drunk that he could barely remember his name. He wasn’t gonna drink this much, but he missed Y/n and he wouldn’t be seeing her in another 2 weeks, so he decided to drink the ache in his heart away.

Not such a good idea.

He doesn’t know how it happened, but when he realized he was half naked in another woman’s bed. He didn’t know her, he didn’t know where he was and why he was there. But he was only able to stop when he realized the girl underneath him wasn’t the love of his life, Y/n.

He got up really quick, putting on his tight jeans back on and looking for his shirt, while the mystery girl kept complaining about how he should “go back to bed and fuck her already.”  

He could barely know what was happening, but he wanted Y/n. He wanted to cry and ask for forgiveness, but before that he needed to get the hell out of there.

He came back home to Y/n the day after that. She was surprised to see him so soon, but she couldn’t care less, she was just so happy that he was finally home, in London.

It’s been a week. He came home a week ago and he needs to tell her about what happened that night, but he’s so scared of losing her that he just can’t.

“Harry, babe, I’m home!”

He closed his eyes, feeling a tear roll down his face.

“Harry, what happened? Why are you crying? Babe, please, talk to me!”

He was sitting on their sofa and she was there, in front of him, wiping his tears away and looking like an angel. God, he loves her so much.

“I-I-I…” He couldn’t speak, sobbings escaping his mouth, making impossible for him to say anything clear.

“Calm down, babe. Please, Haz, breathe.” She hugged him tight, his arms around her waist and his face on her neck.

“I –I kissed someone.” He finally said it and he could feel her body tense.

“You what?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a few steps back, letting go of him.

“It was a week ago. I-I was out with Jeff and some friends. I missed you so much so I decided to drink. I got really drunk, so so drunk… I don’t know how I ended up in this woman’s bed. I only realized when we’re half naked already. I realized she wasn’t you and I pushed her away and left. I swear to God babe, I didn’t mean it. Please, please, forgive me!”

He was on his knees, praying to God to have some mercy and that she could forgive him.

“That’s why you came home?” She asked, tears rolling down her face. “You came back because you cheated on me?!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n! Please don’t leave me!”

She didn’t know what to do. He cheated on her. It didn’t matter if he was drunk or if he stopped before they had sex, he still was kissing another woman while she was at home, missing him. And he waited a week to tell her about it!

“I think…” She couldn’t talk. He was on his knees in front of her, begging for forgiveness, but she could barely find the strength to talk. “I think I need to leave.”

“No no no please Y/n please!” He was sobbing so much she could barely understand him. “Please babe I love you. It was a mistake, please, just please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you!”

She wept her tears and without saying another word, she left.


“You should talk to him.” Y/F/N said.

“I don’t want to.” Y/n whispered. After she left Harry in their shared flat, she went to Y/F/N’s house and she’s been staying there for a week now.

Harry tried to call her a million times, but she can’t find the strength to talk to him, so she keeps declining.

“Are you gonna leave him for good?”

“I don’t know. I should. I mean, he was able to through away our relationship, right? God, we’ve been together for 4 years! How could he do this?”

“He’s not good, Y/n.” Her friend finally admitted.

“How do you know that?” Y/n asked confused.

“I went to see him a couple of days ago. Niall called me to know about you and he told me Harry is… Do you know he barely sleeps anymore? He looks like a zombie. Niall and Liam keep going there to make sure he’s eating and to know how he is but he hasn’t say a word since you left. He just keeps lying down on the sofa, staring at the wall.”

Y/n could feel the tears threatening to fall. Imagining her Harry like this was hurting her in ways she couldn’t even start to describe.

“I know you don’t want to see him.” Her friend started. “But Liam asked if you could go there and maybe talk to him. He can’t keep going like this. He hasn’t been eating, sleeping… His body is going to give up on him if this keeps going.”

Y/n didn’t say a word, she just got up from the kitchen counter and went to her room.

A few minutes later she could listen to the front door closing, indicating that Y/F/N has left for work.

She got dressed and going against her better judgment she went to see Harry.


The flat was dark as soon as she opened the door. She was going to knock but she thought that maybe Harry wasn’t going to answer.

“He needs to get up, Liam!” She could hear her friend’s voice from the kitchen. “He’s going to kill himself like this!”

“I know… Did you talk to Y/n?” Liam seemed tired, bags under his eyes.

In the kitchen were Niall, Gemma, Y/F/N and Liam and they had yet to realize she was at home.

“I did. She just got up and went to her room.”

“Oh God…” Gemma closed her eyes. “She was our last option! Not even mom was able to get a reaction from him!”

He ignored Anne? He loved his mom! He would never do this. But looking around the kitchen, to their disheveled faces, she knew Harry wasn’t doing good.

Without listen to another word she went to their living room, finding her boyfriend lying on the floor. By the position he was in, it looked like he had fallen from the sofa and not bothered to get up.

“Get up.” She demanded.

Harry almost didn’t believe she was actually there. He had prayed to God for so long that he could see her again, listen to her voice again, that he was more than surprised to see her there, right in front of him.

She looked worried, but most important, angry.

“What are you doing to yourself?! Are you trying to kill yourself or something?!” Her voice caught the attention of the rest of the people in the kitchen and she never saw Gemma so relieved as when she saw Y/n there, talking to her brother.

“Are you really here?” He whispered, not believing his eyes.

“OF COURSE I’M HERE YOU IDIOT!” She was more than angry now. How could he do this? Not take care of himself?! If he died… She doesn’t want to even think about that. “I have to come all the way here so I could pull you out of that black hole you got yourself into!  Are you trying to kill yourself? Are you that selfish? Did you even think about your family? Your friends? Me?! What the hell am I supposed to do if you die?!”

“Celebrate?” He asked, sadness very clear in his voice.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you hate me.”

“Oh God Harry…” She kneeled down in front of him, holding his face in her small hands. He looked awful, yet so handsome. “I don’t hate you. If anything, I still love you very much. But you need to understand that what you did was… It hurts, Harry. I know you didn’t do it to hurt me or anything like that, but still…”

“I’m so sorry.” He cried.

“I know, babe. But right now I can’t come home. I-I can’t trust you. Trust me, I want nothing more than to come home and hug and kiss you, but I can’t right now. It’s too soon and…”

“I know. But please, give me a chance to build that trust again. Maybe we could start slowly? I just need to know that we still have a chance!”

“Of course we do, honey.” She took a deep breath. “We can start over, slowly. I’m gonna stay in Y/F/N’s house for a while and after we can see what we’re gonna do, ok?”

“Ok. Can I at least hug you?” He’s voice was so small, like he was afraid of being rejected.

She almost through herself at him, missing his hugs more than anything.

She knew they had a lot to work on their relationship if they wanted to mend their broken hearts, but she knew they were capable of doing so.

Sexting with Myungsoo

Scenario: You’re bored at home while Myungsoo is at work, so you decide to give him a taste of what he’s missing
Rating: really hot!
Word Count: 2145

To: Myungsoo Time:15:35

How much longer until you come home?

From: Myungsoo Time: 15:40

I know I said I’d be back early today but I have so much left to finish. Maybe another two hours?

You sighed in irritation, rolling over on your bed to stare at the ceiling. Your boyfriend had been so busy recently that you’d hardly seen him. It didn’t even feel like you lived together at all, not when he was usually gone before you woke up and came home once you were already asleep. You’d been so excited when you first got the new apartment – it was decorated just how you both liked it, cosy but minimalist with some gorgeous framed prints of his photos and even a little study he was converting into a dark room. Fantasies of lots of sex all over the place and lazy mornings in bed were completely dashed by his work schedule and you were getting frustrated.

Grabbing your phone again, you re-read his text. And then you got a sly thought. One of the best parts of his job was that he was able to check his phone all the time. He could even take calls quite often, so you were able to keep in touch with him as much as you liked. So how about a little preview of what he was in for when he got home? Nothing better than something like that to motivate him, right?

You grinned to yourself and sat cross legged on the bed, quickly typing out another message to him.

To: Myungsoo Time: 15:47

Well, I hope you finish sooner rather than later. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait…

Chuckling to yourself, you lay down again just as your phone buzzed with his response.

From: Myungsoo Time:15:48

Wait for what…? 

You smirked, typing an answer again.

To: Myungsoo Time: 15:50

Well, I just get so lonely when you’re not around. And I got this new underwear, you know? Seems like it’s going to waste in an empty house.

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Jimin Smut: ‘More Than Just Friends’

Collapsing on the couch of Jimin’s house, you let out a long yawn.

“Tired?” He asked.

“Chemistry felt like it would never end. I almost wanted to ask the teacher if there was an enzyme to speed up time.” You sighed.

Jimin forced a laugh at your lame ass joke.

“Let’s just watch a movie today instead of worrying about school, okay?”

“A-ok to me, Chim-sticks.” You replied.

“When will you stop calling me that?!?”


You’ve been friends with Jimin since you were 5. It’s been 12 years. Twelve long years of watching each other grow up: having first boyfriends and girlfriends, first kiss, first breakup, first ehem time (if ya know what I mean). You didn’t share any of these “firsts” together, but he’s always been here for you to talk through every aspect of every relationship. When your boyfriend dumped you, Jimin shared a tub of ice cream as you cried. He congratulated you when your crush asked you to homecoming. He went to dances with you when no one asked. You spent half your time in his house. Usually after school and on the weekends. Today was no different.

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