Imagine: Being the youngest member of the Hale family.
The hand of Stiles Stilinski came flying from behind you to slam your locker door shut. You turned around and stared at the boy who rudely interrupted your search for your lunch money.
“You know Y/N, I could almost bet that you were a Hale!” he burst out as his brows hang low on his forehead. You clutched your books against your chest and raised your eyebrows in surprise. “Oh really? What exposed me?” you asked sarcastically.
Scott stood behind the winded up boy and tried to calm him down by grabbing his shoulder, but Stiles shrugged him off. He rolled his eyes before answering. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the exaggerated eye roll you all Hales seem to reserve for me.”
“We don’t roll our eyes at you.” you explained and gave him just that
excessive eye roll that Derek and Cora use to make to you without even thinking about it.
Stiles boiled up and pointed heatedly against you. “THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” he spits as you flashed a teasing smirk towards Scott.
Summary: “If God only accepts ordinary people in heaven, maybe heaven isn’t such a wonderful place, after all.”
A/N: wow its been forever but im finally back !! with a fic !! i just want to put this out there, i am not christian so if there’s anything thats incorrect in this the do please tell me and i’ll try to remember it for the future!
thanks to @vanillasolitude for turning Trash™ into Quality Trash™ (and for the awesome title)
I’m almost done with chapter 4. Catch up until chapter 3 on AO3. Will finish chapter 4 soon ~~
found himself staring, staring like an uncivilized, rude boy from the
streets. The blues eyes examined the audience for a moment – this
man knows how to set up a scene – their eyes met for a split
The feeling of drowning overcame Levi. Soaked in to this
extraordinary blue eyes. Although it wasn’t even a full second, Levi
felt his jaws pressing together, while his heart rate rose – he
tried to control himself again, finally forcing himself to drink from
the glass he has been holding for far too long now. And while he was
at it, he emptied the gin in one rush.
For the pairing meme: I know pairing usually means romantic pairing but would you maybe be willing to do one about Ned and Sansa for can I tell you a secret? (Just to be clear, not a romantic one but just a Ned and Sansa one? I love both of them and wish they interacted more in canon. I feel like Sansa actually super needed more guidance from Ned and I think you're really good at good dad Ned.)
Here you go, Anon—some Ned and Sansa for you! :)
And for the record, you NEVER need to specify no romance between any Stark family members with me. I do NOT do Starkcest. Totally not my thing. The only Stark romance I’ll write is Ned and Catelyn (and I’ll write that again and again, LOL!
But here’s Ned and his little girl—who is growing up more quickly than he’d like. Told from Sansa’s POV:
The other boys had left a few minutes ago, leaving Luke and I alone in our hotel room. We were both sitting on the couch. My legs were laying on his and my left side was against the couch. He was watching tv and I had my phone in my hand. Well, my phone was technically in my hand, but I wasn’t looking at it.
I was staring at him.
I knew he knew I was staring at him, but he was trying to ignore me.
I watched his muscular arms, his handsome face, his perfect lips, his gorgeous blue eyes. I liked how a little bit shorter his hair was than usual.
After a while, Luke grew tired of all the staring. He turned his face to look at me.
“Staring is rude,” he stated. He took a quick glance at my phone who was now on my lap before his glance met mine again.
I smiled at him and he gave me a confused look.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked. I placed my phone on the small table in front of the couch before I sat on his lap.
“You know, I think you’ve become even more handsome over the last couple of months,” I said as I traced his lips with my index.
“Maybe,” he replied, watching my every movement.
I removed my finger from his pink lips to place my hands behind his neck. My lips easily found his sweet spot on his neck. He groaned as his hands went to my ass.
I straddled him and created a bit of friction between us.
“Y/N,” he sighed.
I smirked against his neck before applying another trail of kisses.
“The boys will be back in like two minutes,” he said, but he didn’t move.
I stopped kissing his neck and looked at him. He pouted at me and I gave him a small peck on the lips before standing up and going to the other side of the couch, where I previously was.
“You’re boring,” I mumbled as I looked at my nails.
I heard him chuckle before he threw a pillow at me.
When the boys came back two minutes after, I busied myself with my phone, feeling Luke’s glance on me during the whole time. And the few times where I lifted my head to look at the boys, Luke would always turn his face as if he wasn’t staring. It felt nice to know that I had this effect on him.