<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Sister:</b> You do that thing where you put two people together and want it to happen, like we want Barba and Olivia.<p/><b>Me:</b> Yes.....shipping....<p/><b>Sister:</b> I was reading something... What is your preference? What do you look for?<p/><b>Me:</b> Gay....GAY AF<p/><b>Sister:</b> ........<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
a/n: Part two or no? Also, when I write the summery I feel like I need to say ‘and that’s what you missed on Teen Wolf’ like glee….hmmm…
Pairing: Josh Diaz x Reader
Requested: Hell yes
Summery: Josh and Y/N are in a secret relationship that their packs don’t know about
Song(s) To Listen To: In The Night - The Weeknd and P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) - Glee
She sits on the couch with a bored expression as Stiles continues to ramble on about Theo’s pack. If she had to be honest, she didn’t want to fight his pack at all; this is probably because of a certain cute person she always had her eyes on. Josh Diaz. Before he died (and Theo brought him back), the two of them had heart eyes for each other. They still do but there is one thing in the way; packs.
Which, she’s definitely annoyed with right now. All her pack is talking about is how ‘evil’ Theo and his pack are. Mostly Stiles is the only one talking. She sighs, leaning her head on her hand; what they really should be talking about is the Dread Doctors.
Her phone screen lights up and she hides a smile; it’s Josh. ‘Hey gorgeous. Up to a meeting with me? ;)’ She bites her lip, typing back a response discretely. ‘Usual spot?’ she sends. ‘Of course’ he immediately replies. Suddenly she hears her name being called and snaps her head up. Scott stands in front of her with his arms crossed.
He coughs, “Y/N, are you even listening? Why were you on the phone? Is something wrong?“ he asks quickly, worry flooding his eyes.
She gulps, shoving her phone into her jacket pocket as she stands up. “Uh, yeah, my mom needs my help.” she says, gripping the cold doorknob, “You know, gotta get-” she pauses, thinking, “Food!” she waves her hand, “Yeah, food for the house… Anyway, just text me notes I guess. Gotta go.” she runs out to her car, getting in and smiling.
Pressing her foot on the gas, she speeds up, turning into a spot on the park’s grass. She sees him standing in front of the park’s sign with his back turned to her. Sneaking out of her car, she tiptoes over to him and places her hands over his eyes. “Hey baby.” he smirks, spinning around and putting his hands on her hips.
Pouting, she wraps her hands loosely around his neck. “How do you always know it’s me? You didn’t even let me say guess who!” she whines, resting her head on his shoulder.
He smiles, yanking her eskimo hat playfully, “Hmm, I don’t know, it’s not like I’m a supernatural being with super hearing or anything, Y/N.” he grins, watching her cheeks turn red. He pulls back, letting go of her hips and lacing his hand with hers. “So… How much time do you think we have this time?”
Leading him to her car, she leans on the hood, fiddling with his fingers. “Well, I was hoping…” she peers down, “you’d come back to my house and we could have a sleepover…” she mumbles.
Josh grins, forcing her head upward to look at him. “Good. Whenever you sleep at mine, you leave at night.” he walks to the door and opens it, “And, plus, Theo won’t be there.” he laughs as she gets in. He gets in the passenger side, gipping her hand. “Or do you just want me to come over because need help with your electricity?” he pouts.
She shakes her head, “No, not this time…” she chuckles.
The feeling of his hands on her body feels absolutely astonishing. His fingertips graze her skin, sending bolts of electricity through her she. She jumps as his teeth dig into her collarbone, “Josh…ugh….” she moans from underneath him and he smirks, sucking the bite mark.
Her claws extend, scraping down his back and making him moan. He stops nipping at her neck with a pant and stares at her. “God, I missed you so much.” he whispers, leaning down, attacking her lips. He feels her hands mess with his hair while his hands slither up her shirt, pulling it off her as they break apart. “I hate seeing you in school -without me-” he says breathlessly,”and that I have to act like there’s nothing between us.” he rushes out before pressing his lips to hers and pulling back, “I hate my pack for doing this to us.”
She gulps, “I hate my pack too.” He smiles, going back down to her neck and biting it, making her moan even louder than before. Her hands grip his shirt, pulling it off him.
They both stare at each other’s naked bodies for a minutes until a noise comes from outside. He quirks his eyebrow up, “You heard that too, right babe?”
She nods, biting her lip. “Who cares?” she pulls his arm, resting it on her body. “Come on, Josh! It’s been weeks! ‘I need some lovin’’!” she sings, making a bright grin to form on his lips.
He cups her face in his hands, bending down, “I know, and ‘I want to looooove you!’” he sings, causing her to laugh, “‘Pretty young thing’!” he smiles, locking his lips on hers, “Mmm, what are you doing to me?” he mumbles against her skin.
”The real question is what are you doing to each other?!” Stiles screams, covering his eyes. Y/N grabs Josh’s shirt as the two alphas appear.
Scott eyes flash red, “Y/N…”
Theo’s eyes morph gold, “Josh!”
The couple looks at each other, then back to the older boys, “I can explain!” They both yell at the same time.
I’ve been immersed in the Everlark fandom a little more deeply than any other fandom for about a year now. As a young person moving toward 30 (and almost officially in the dreaded “middle age”), I figured I was probably going to be “too old” for writing fanfiction in a few years.
The really cool ting I’ve realized about fanfic writers (with regards to the Everlark fandom mostly, but I’m sure it’s not exclusive) is that they are much more diverse than a lot of us may think.
I already knew of a few people who were a few years older than me who are just getting into fanfic writing or who have been doing it for so long (almost like me) who can hardly think of a time when they didn’t write fanfiction, even as we work on our original stuff.
The stereotype is teenage girls, giggling over cute couples. But we are more. We are single 20-something (and older) people passing time between work and sleep, people who want more to the story than the author gave us, people who want to imagine what life would be like for other people’s characters of X were changed, men, women, college kids, wives, mothers, husbands, fathers, boyfriends, girlfriends, doctoral students, medical students, teachers, psychologists, therapists, all manner of people who take time out of their busy lives to entertain the members of the fandom when we crave more. For no pay. For little appreciation sometimes. For constant criticism from some people who probably don’t realize these things about us.
Yes, we still often giggle about cute couples, but sometimes we tackle the tough subjects of sickness, death, mental illness, pain, the list goes on and on. And we try really hard to do it in a way that we can all understand. Things maybe the writer or show creators failed (or were too unsure how) to tackle.
Sometimes it’s stressful. Sometimes it’s a chore to get a chapter out when the kids are fighting or the laundry is piled up or a chapter just isn’t coming out as planned. And sometimes it’s the best part of your day.
And I want to say a giant THANK YOU to each and every one of you (even if I haven’t yet had the time to read your works). Keep it up, friends! You’re doing great!
Sebastian Smythe, kicked out of Dalton on drug offences, is sent to live with his Uncle, Chris Argent, in a tiny Californian town called Beacon Hills. He’s using the opportunity to start a new life- he’s going to be a better person than his was before.
His cousin Allison is great- way cooler than he could have hoped for. Her friends are a little… different, but he’s managed to become friends with all of them.
Except Stiles- who Sebastian has managed to fall totally, stupidly in love with.
Scott finds it hilarious, Derek thinks that Sebastian needs to back off and get over it, and Allison and Lydia are supportive, in their own sarcastic way.