Summary: The reader is hopeless stuck in the friend zone with Dean, except there is total sexual tension. Both the reader and Dean are too insecure to see the truth, but after a witch case they’re kinda forced to.
Word Count: 5135
Author’s note: I’m back bitches and since I graduated I’m here for good! This one is long but I feel like Tumblr has been lacking on the smut lately so this will be worth it. Tell me what you think:)
It had been the normal run of the mill hunt, except things were never truly “run of the mill” with witches. The topic of the case was weird, but at the end of the day weren’t all witch cases?
You’d been sitting on the couch with Dean when Sam walked in, “Alright you two, I think I have a case”. Sam questioned why you and his brother were sharing a blanket on the couch, but reminded himself you both were “just friends”.
To say your relationship with Dean was complicated, would be an understatement. You were stuck in the friendzone, except the sexual friend zone minus the actual sex. By nature both you and Dean were dirty minded, but he never know the true impact his words had on you.
He would always make comments, or touch you in certain ways, his actions always made you question your “friendship” but your own insecurities made you brush them off. You always reminded yourself, “Dean is flirty with everyone…words are just words”.
It was always hard to hear Dean’s suggestive comments when you wanted so badly for them to be true. You’d make comments right back, stuck between wanting him to get the hint and realizing your silence might ruin your friendship because he would get the hint.
And that brought you to your current state, wanting Dean but afraid to lose him completely. Dean was instantly intrigued, “ What’s the case about?”. After he asked, he leaned back bringing himself closer to you.
As he made himself comfortable he rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. The simplest touch sent shivers down your spine, and a million thoughts to race through your mind.
You were pulled from your thoughts by Sam snapping his finger, “Earth to (y/n), try to focus here”. Sam looked at you a certain way that made you blush, as if he just knew how madly in love with Dean you were and how insane Dean’s simple touch was making you.
Nodding your head you regained focus, pushing down your inner desires. Sam continued, “Okay this case is a little strange, but then again strange is our normal, it’s about a witch and a sex shop”.
Dean looked to you, “Wow some privates, a witch, and a sex shop” amused with his own joke. Rolling your eyes you replied, “ I’m not too sure how well privates rhyme with lion, but I like the effort”. He winked before turning his focus back to his brother.
Sam went on to explain that it was a sex shop in the middle of classic suburbia, which meant some boring suburban moms were getting down. There had been a string of sex related deaths meaning it was most likely a witch.
Dean couldn’t hide his excitement, “ Horny rich moms getting down….I’m down”. The slightest thought of Dean with someone else put you off and you got up from the couch. Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean it’s a case about sex related deaths….why would”.
Standing beside Sam you chimed in, “ This isn’t going to be a Stacy’s mom thing Dean, looks like someone’s been watching a little too much porn”. You laughed at your own joke but Sam put his hands up, still not fully understanding your relationship with his brother.
Dean smirked, “Aw princess don’t worry you fit into one of my other favorite categories, tight ass”. It was Dean’s turn to laugh at his own joke while you sighed in annoyance. Before you could open your mouth to reply Sam stopped you, “ Okay you two I’ve had enough of this conversation…it’s like living with two horny teenagers..”.
As Sam walked away you got in, “ Don’t act so pure Sam we share a computer!!”. Again Sam threw his hands up, surrendering to you two. Dean finally got up and high fived you, “Good one princess, I’m dying to know what searches you don’t share with Sammy”.
With a wink Dean was already down the hall catching up with Sam, leaving you there all hot and bothered. You instantly thought about what turned Dean on, what he looked like when he was turned on….and if you turned him on.
Trying to distract yourself you decided you’d start to pack. You’d gotten a text from Sam saying the plan was to leave in an hour or so, and then you’d be on the road. You packed the essentials, but also something a little more risky.
You decided to wear your favorite black lace panty set, feeding the part of your mind that told you something might happen with Dean. To feed the insecure part of your mind you put on your normal clothing over it. Just incase you laid out your second favorite set; it was light pink.
Before you knew it your door opened, and there stood Dean. You tried to quickly close your suitcase, but it was too late. He caught the cover before you could close it, “And what do we have here princess?”.
Dean held up the thong with both hands, smirking like a madman. Trying to not show your true feelings you played it off, “ Something only someone who earns it gets to see”. You needed to pretend that this situation didn’t throw you off, or else he would know.
He licked his lips, “ And what do I have to do to earn it?”. Before you could answer, or to be honest struggle to answer, Sam was also at your door. Strangely Dean hid what he was holding, which meant your panties were currently in his pocket.
Sam’s voice stopped your mind from running away, “ You guys ready? We should really hit the road”. You and Dean looked to each other before looking back to Sam. You smiled, “Yeah I should be ready in a minute, I’ll meet you and Dean in the garage?”.
You wanted to make things awkward for Dean once, aka leaving him with your panties. Sam nodded, “Alright, come on Dean”. Dean hesitated for a moment, but trailed after his brother.
It felt good to know Dean was struggling to explain something for once, and you found yourself laughing. Before you knew it though he was back in your room.
He sling shotted them at you as if he was eighteen again, “ I have only two reasons for liking these; seeing you in them, and getting you out of them”. You couldn’t help but laugh, there really was no one else like Dean. Laughing about the situation helped reassure yourself that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.
Before he left you spoke, “ Sure Dean, everyone wants to get their best friend out of their panties”. That was the closest you got at telling him the truth, and you turned around in order to not even see his reaction. If you hadn’t turned around you would’ve seen Dean struggling, his mind and tongue on two different sides.
You were something else to Dean, hard to understand because he felt so much for you. There were so many levels to you, which meant he felt so many different things for you. Normally when it came to girls Dean felt only one emotion; lust.
When it came to you he felt every emotion known to man, possibly even love. Love was not something Dean Winchester ever felt, and for once he was so unsure of himself. Did you love him back, where you only a friend, could you even love him?
To suppress his feelings he acted like he would towards any other girl; sexually. He’d constantly make sexual comments or jokes, but every time he did it just made things harder for him. When he’d summon up enough courage he’d touch you in small ways, trying to feed his desire in hopes to control it.
It never worked though, things just got harder and harder for him, he didn’t know what to do. Sometimes he swore you felt the same way, but if he didn’t love himself how could someone else? So Dean brushed everything off, to scared to actually act on his feelings.
He stood there nearly paralyzed, he was truly torn. Saved by Sam his brother called for him, “Dean come on, what’s with you lately?”. Dean just angrily ran a hand through his hair, eventually meeting his brother.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. Packing the rest of your essentials you got ready to leave, preparing for an awkward car ride with Dean. You just told yourself, “ Just focus on the hunt, it will distract you”.
Before you showed up Sam decided to finally address something that had been bothering him. Dean was packing weapons into the back of the impala, mumbling to himself.
Sam stood behind him with his arms crossed, “Look Dean we don’t have long but we need to talk”. Dean just looked up to Sam, obviously still frustrated. Sam continued, “ I don’t know what’s with you but I know it has something to do with (y/n)”.
Dean snapped up, “Look I don’t want to hear it!”. Sam wasn’t phased, “ Look you need to hear it! Is she your friend or?”. Sam had never seen his brother so worked up over a girl before, and he had to assume it was because he loved her.
Dean threw his hands up, “I don’t even know Sammy, I couldn’t tell ya! If you ask (y/n) we’re friends but..”. Sam intervened, “You want something more”. Dean shook his head starting to laugh.
He was so angry, “Sammy when have I ever been in a situation like this? You understand books and I understand girls…but (y/n) she’s so much more Sammy I mean fuck…I don’t think I’ve ever cared so much! When it comes to her damn straight I want to find out all the things that make her feel so fucking good…but I also want to spend the morning after with her”.
Sam smiled to himself, so Dean was actually in love? Dean continued, “ I want to make pancakes with her at seven am…watch a movie…fuck even cuddle….I, Dean Winchester want all these things..”. Sam laughed knowing the true effect you have on his brother.
He finally answered Dean, “ So why don’t you tell her?”. Dean started to shake his head again, “ Because what if she doesn’t feel the same way Sammy? She called me her best friend about five mintues ago…I don’t want to lose her completely”.
Sam wanted to punch Dean in the face for being so damn oblivious. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Dean I know she feels the same, I can see the look she gets in her eyes when you enter a room…she lights up”.
Before Sam could continue you walked into the garage, and they were forced to stop the conversation all together. You smiled, “Am I interrupting something?”. They both looked to each other before simultaneously saying, “No” which made you believe you were interrupting something.
You were eager to just get on with things so you pushed down your doubts and got into the impala. The boys followed suit, and the impala was full. While adjusting the rearview mirror Dean gave you a weird look, but when he found you looking back he tried to play it off with a wink.
Brushing it off you asked Sam, “ So how long until we get there…and how exactly are we even going to deal with this?”. The sooner you focused again on the case the sooner you feelings for Dean would become temporarily gone.
Sam turned his head to face you, “ The plan is to go to the sex shop and take the witch out if we can, it shouldn’t be that hard”. You grinned, “ That’s what she said” your grin faded when Dean said the exact same words at the same time as you.
It was yet another reminder that the two of you could be on the same page for certain things, but on more important topics be complete opposites. Sam rolled his eyes, “I guess I set myself up for that one”.
Dean grinned, “ Get ready Sammy the innuendos will be coming just as much as you when someone mentions Star Wars”. You couldn’t help but laugh at that one, and neither could Dean. He looked at you again through the rearview mirror, but his gaze lasted a little too long.
Sam helped break the tension, “Before (y/n) can add to this I’m turning on the radio, just pick a station Dean”. Just like that Dean picked a station, eager to distract from the tension as well. Time passed quickly as music filled the void, but you’d still feel Dean’s gaze.
Before you knew it you were there, Leawood Kansas aka classic suburbia. The store you were looking for was, “Maledictio cordis” which was in the middle of town. You guessed even classic suburbia didn’t feel the need to hide their horniness.
Sam’s knowledge of latin allowed him to realize it translated to, “ The curse of desire”. That would teach snooty rich people the importance of intellectual growth over financial growth. It didn’t take long for you guys to find the shop, the only problem was that you hadn’t thought of a cover.
It was a little too late because the three of you had already entered the shop. The woman behind the desk lit up at the sight of all three of you, “And what do we have here, a menage a trois?”. The boys went to laugh but you realized it was the perfect cover.
You placed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “ That obvious huh…I guess you can probably see the naivety radiating off of us”. Looking to both brothers you begged them to play along, despite how awkward it felt.
The woman came around to greet you, “Don’t even worry sweetie, everyone starts somewhere! What exactly were you looking for?”. You hadn’t thought quite that far ahead and you found yourself struggling to answer.
Dean luckily saved you, “Well it’s a bit taboo..” you looked to Sam sharing the same look of concern. The woman didn’t hesitate, “I think I’ll have just the thing for you, always the innocent ones huh”.
The woman winked at you, with a “knowing look”. You wanted to laugh but now that the woman’s back was turned Dean was able to communicate more successfully as he mouthed, “Go with it”.
Taking his advice you smiled at the woman, “ Well what exactly did you have in mind?”. To be honest you didn’t want to know the answer. There was enough sexual tension between you and Dean, but now you were in an imaginative relationship about to pick out a sex toy…with Sammy.
She smiled even wider, “ I’m going to let that be a surprise deary, I’m going to take your partner here into the back room and we’ll pick out something you will all enjoy”. You wanted to die right then and there, this was way too awkward.
You opened your mouth to say something but she cut you off, “I can only imagine the whole dynamic of your relationship…” before continuing she looked to Dean and then back at you, “It isn’t naivety that radiates off of you both but rather passion…you can see in your eyes”.
Sam laughed, “I always say the same thing about them…it’s a real dynamic alright”. Your face turned beat red, unsure of how to play this one off. The woman loved it all, “Why don’t I take both men to pick out something to surprise you, in the meantime browse around the shop”.
She began to lead Sam and Dean but then turned back around, “I almost forgot, you both should try out my new perfume, it helps ignite desire”. Before you could object she pulled a small bottle from her pocket, spraying both you and Dean.
From the second you inhaled it you’d known it was a mistake. Sam immediately drew his gun, “ What did you spray on them!?”. Dean had fallen to the floor, and you suddenly felt extremely sleepy yourself.
Unable to keep your eyes open you couldn’t truly process the situation unfolding. All you heard was, “ The cure will make…….it won’t be hard…..they just have to finally….” and then boom you were out cold.
Sam ended up shooting the witch and lighting her on fire. She hadn’t told him about the true cure and swore she never would, so what was the point? Worse came to worse he’d call Rowena and she’d tell him the truth.
Sam managed to get you both into the back of the impala, both still out cold. He knew Dean hated when anyone else drove baby, but drastic times called for drastic measures, and besides he wasn’t exactly in a position to object.
Before you knew it you felt your body begin to slowly vibrate, and your ears heard a soft hum. Opening your eyes you realized you were in the back of the impala, your head on Dean’s lap. The roar of the engine had woken you up. You shot right up finding out the hard way that was a mistake, “Fuck my head…what happened”.
Dean pushed you back towards his lap, urging you to rest again, “That son of a witch was what happened…she sprayed us with something and then lights out for the both of us”. Sam filled you in on what had happened, and also that he wasn’t quite sure what was going to actually happen to you both.
The entire time Sam was talking all you could think about was how close your body was to Deans, and it felt completely different this time. It felt like each nerve in your body was suddenly awake, and you hadn’t even known they’d been asleep.
Shifting you decided to press your body against the cold impala door, hoping to clear your mind. You were pulled from your thoughts when Dean asked, “Sammy could you turn up the ac, it’s hot as hell in here and we’d both know”.
Sam looked confused, “Dean are you okay it’s 52 degrees out..”. You backed Dean, “No Sammy it’s actually really hot in here, maybe just roll down a window?”. Sam only became more concerned and decided to pull over.
Dean was annoyed, “ Come on Sammy you can’t handle the fact that we’re both hot…why is it such a sin to roll down a damn window!”. He finished the sentence by holding his head, obviously in pain.
Sam pulled out his phone, “ The problem is that you both should be freezing but you’re burning up AND some witch sprayed you with something! We’re gonna get a motel and I’m going to call Rowena”.
You laughed, “Come on Sam it can’t be that serious…maybe we just need to sleep this one off?”. The more you spoke the more you realized you were wrong, your body started to ache all over.
Sam held up a finger warningly, “ I’m not listening to either of you, you’re both too damn stubborn and I’m the one driving here!”. You were waiting for Dean’s response but he was hunched over in pain.
You rubbed his leg trying to ease the pain, but instead it caused him to moan. His eyes went wide, “ I uh…I don’t know what that was…Sammy call the damn witch”. You stood there unsure of what to do, your mere touch had got Dean to moan.
Sam turned back around, “ I’m taking this next exit and we’re staying at the first motel we see”. You and Dean both just nodded, trying to get a handle on things. Your thoughts went to Dean, and the ache throughout your body intensified.
Looking over to him you could tell he was also in pain, but was he thinking about you too? Before you could think any longer Sam pulled into the motel, “ Sweetest Dream” making things even sketchier.
Dean read your mind, “Really Sammy this place?”. Sam pulled in anyways and went to go buy a room, ignoring his brother’s comment. Turning to Dean you took him in again, trying to assess the situation.
When Dean saw you staring he met your gaze and held it, an extremely intense look in his eyes. You tried to dull the moment to stop the heat rushing to your core, “ You don’t look too hot Dean…I think that witch really messed us up”.
Dean licked his lips, “ But you look damn good princess I-”. His sentence was cut off by Sam opening up the car door and shutting the car off. Sam picked up on the fact that he was interrupting something, “ Look incase this thing is contagious I got a separate room for the both of you…I guess you can continue talking in there”.
Trying to hide your desire you got out of the car, “ Have you called Rowena yet?”. Sam nodded his head and helped you and Dean unpack into your shared room. After he placed your bags down he added, “Rowena said she’d be here any second, she’s coming with Cas”.
Dean came and sat down next to you, nearly on top of you. It felt like a magnet was pulling you both together and it took everything in you to not rip his clothes off right then and there. Again Dean rested his hand on your knee, tracing light circles with his thumb.
When you noticed what he was doing you moaned out loud, it felt like Dean was very well rubbing your clit, not your knee. Immediately you looked up at him, “I’m sorry…it just feels so good”.
Dean bit his lip and moved his hand higher up your leg, his touch getting more and more intense. Sam got up and moved towards you both, “ Woah guys… I’m right here….I think that witch really did mess you up”.
With a puff of air Rowena and Castiel where now in the room. Rowena walked over to you both, “ I’ll be the judge of that deary”. It was hard but you snapped out of the trance Dean was putting you in, turning to Rowena.
She looked you both over like a doctor would do; felt your forehead, took your pulse, checked your pupils. Once she was done she rested a hand on her hip, “ Well it’s a simple cure but”…why was there always a but? She continued, “ To cure it they need to sleep together”.
You blushed, “ We what….?”. She smiled, “ Oh honey don’t play dumb the spell only works when the two people sprayed are in love. It’s simple really; you can either sleep together and become cured or let your desire eat you alive”.
Looking to Dean he didn’t seem as hesitant, he wasn’t shocked or beat red like you. Sam crossed his arms against his chest, “ I guess the only thing is to leave you both alone?”. All your nerves came back, of course you wanted Dean but you were afraid he only wanted you because of the spell.
Rowena agreed, “ Sure thing Sam, it’s really all up to them”. Castiel finally added something, “ I wish you both the best of luck with this battle”. Once again the true meaning of a situation flew over his head.
Sam put a hand on his shoulder, “ Sure thing Cas, let’s just go”. With that they all left the room, and you and Dean were alone. You were torn, part of you wanted Dean so badly but the other part was to scared.
Dean put his hand on your upper thigh again, hoping to incite the same pleasure he had before. You got up from the bed, “ Dean I can’t do this….I want to so badly…but not like this”. Your mind was going crazy, but so was your body.
Dean raised an eyebrow, “ What do you mean (y/n)…like this?”. You were trying to process so much emotionally and physically that you couldn’t hide your first thought, “ I don’t want you to sleep with me because some spell Dean…I want it to be real”.
He almost looked hurt, “ This is real (y/n) I want this….I want you”. Still you weren’t convinced, what if it was just the spell talking? You shook your head, “ No Dean, right now your body wants this but tomorrow when you wake up next to me your brain won’t want it..not even for a second”.
Dean got up from where he’d been sitting, “ Didn’t you hear what Rowena said? We have to be in love for this to work…and I didn’t need this spell to let me know how I feel about you princess. I’ve loved you before this but now that I know you feel the same way I’m not scared to lose you”.
Your jaw dropped Dean confessing your love to you was something you’d never thought you’d hear. He took your hands in his, “ I hid what I’d felt because I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way…didn’t think I deserved you…but what Rowena said reassured me”.
Instinctively you moved your hands to his chest, “ Dean I love you two I never thought you’d feel the same way”. You sentence trailed off when you realized you were actually touching him, again your core aching.
Deans hands moved to your hips, “ You’re so beautiful princess”. He was barely touching you but it was intoxicating, and you needed more. You started to push him back until he fell on the bed, taking you with him.
Straddling him you grinned, “ You don’t look so bad yourself Dean”. Again his hands found your hips, pushing you closer to his body. Resting one hand on his chest you finally leaned down to kiss him.
When your lips touched it felt like you entire body was on fire, and his whiskey flavored lips lit the match. As the kiss went on his hands roamed all over your body, as if he was trying to remember even the smallest details of your body.
You clothes were soon discarded but when Dean noticed you were left in just your bra and panty set he stopped completely. For a moment he didn’t say a word, truly taking you in. Dean then licked his lips, “ you’re even more beautiful than I ever thought possible”.
You bit your lip, his full attention too much for you. He placed a hand on your cheek, “You really are (y/n)”. Hearing him say your name like that drove you crazy, you wanted him so badly.
To let him know how you felt you kissed him again, knowing it would reassure him. As the kiss went on you felt Dean’s member press against you, and that alone made you moan his name.
When he heard you he bucked his hips towards you, needing you just as badly. He nearly begged into your ear, “ Say it again”. This side of Dean was something you only dreamed about, and having it be your reality made you soaking wet.
Before you could answer Dean slide your panties to the side and brushed your clit. It sent shivers down your spin, “ Dean please”. If your eyes weren’t closed you would’ve seen Dean grinning like a madman.
So many nights Dean had laid awake thinking about you in positions like this, coming undone right before him. He massaged your clit, “ That’s it princess, please what?”. If you weren’t so needy you would’ve cursed him for being so smug.
You looked down to him, “ Dean I need you to fuck me…please Dean”. Dean took off his own shorts, and completely took off your underwear. Slowly he undid your bra, and marveled at the sight of you completely naked.
He brought your body closer to his and sucked on your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple. It was a small area but the pleasure radiated throughout your entire body. With his other hand he massaged your clit again.
You were already getting close, “ Fuck me Dean…I need you”. He flicked his tongue over your nipple before bringing his mouth back up to yours. Dean passionately kissed you again, “Fuck you sound so good begging for me”.
You felt Dean pressing against your entrance, his eyes looking for any doubt in yours. You cupped his cheek, “ Dean I’m sure I love you so much”. His eyes lit up, “ I love you two (y/n)”. With that you felt him slowly enter inside of you, your walls stretching against him.
Adjusting to his size you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. With his hands on your hips Dean guided you, helping you pick up the pace. You both kept moaning, you’d both never felt something this intense before.
As you went faster Dean massaged your clit again, “ Shit (y/n) you feel so good”. Dean took his finger that had been rubbing your clit and licked it, groaning at the taste. Your jaw dropped and the only response you had was to moan.
You started to pick up the pace, needing more of him. You bounced up and down on Dean’s dick and he hit your g-spot each time. The sensation of him pulling out and entering you fully all too much.
His thrusts started getting sloppier, “ Fuck I’m so close”. You felt like your orgasm could hit at any second, “ Me two Dean”. Dean started giving his all into every thrust, and you did the same.
You moved your hips in a circular motion around him, becoming sloppier yourself. Dean massaged your clit even faster getting you closer and closer. He was grunting and cursing, “ Cum for me (y/n)…fuck..cum for me princess”.
His words turned you on even more, pushing you over the edge. When your orgasm hit your body was no longer on fire, but rather waves of pleasure washed of you. Wave after wave rippled through your entire body and your only response was to call out his name.
Dean did the same, and you felt him twitch inside you. As he was cumming all he did was moan your name. All he could process was you and the pleasure you were giving him. His orgasm shook through him.
When it was over you both were left panting, looking into eachothers eyes. Dean pulled out but you still straddled him. Sheepishly you asked, “ Well we’re cured..still love me?”. He laughed and moved to his side, pulling you with him again. Dean dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Always have, always will”.
"Stiles receiving angry texts from everyone of the pack because he posted a picture of his head pillowed on Derek's ass"
I’d love to think that while Stiles does take pleasure in letting people know Derek’s ass is his personal pillow (very, very often and very, very loudly) he really doesn’t mean to post the picture he took of him half drooling, half nuzzling (and really, the picture is more embarrassing for him than Derek) over Derek’s very naked butt. He swears he doesn’t.
What he meant to post was the picture he took before that; the one of Derek’s boxer clad ass with the drawings of Achilles and Patroclus on them because his boyfriend is a first rate dork who ships historical couples and Stiles just can’t NOT share that with the world.
When Derek wakes up to a stream of texts from Erica and one very lewd poem about his ass, Stiles is fairly certain he’s going to at least be threatened with murder (and on this one occasion Stiles really wouldn’t blame him) but instead Derek just yanks Stiles towards him, wraps Stiles’ fingers gently around his neck and lies back down with him. “My ass may be your pillow but your fingers are my safe place, so you’re going to lie here with me like this for another hour - without talking.”
Stiles opens his mouth to speak anyway because uh, rude??? but promptly closes it again, the words safe place filling his entire body with a kind of gooey warmth he’s never experienced before. He’s never been anyone’s safe place, not really, and shifting closer to Derek he places a soft kiss to his shoulder, a kind of thank you he doesn’t know how to express in words (for once), unable to think of anything except what a fucking honour it feels just to be lying here; a usually mistrusting, broody werewolf sleeping (well, nearly) peacefully in his arms and for no other reason than the fact Stiles is the one holding him.
Yeah, monsters and demonic possession aside? It’s not turned out a bad life for one Stiles Stilinski.
Never Forget You/Stiles Stilinski Fluff/Damon Salvatore Fluff
Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)
Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*
Can you do imagine where the reader is dating stiles and one day she saw him cheating on her with lydia so she leaves the packs and go to mystic falls and mets elena and all then she get turned to a vampire so ahe no longer this geek nerd but this badass girl . So she goes backs to beacon hills with damon and Stefan and all them and the pack see how happy she is . Stiles see how happy she is with damon her boyfriend so the pack have a plan to get her to forgive them.
I’ll tell you this. I have no Idea what the hell this is.
Request: could you do Theo x reader fic where it’s her birthday, she’s part of scotts pack and they forget so she has a bad day at school then like later that night Theo comes to her when he’s injured and ask her to bandaged him up or something and tells her happy birthday, he knew all day but was shy to tell her or something? (fluff? Theo also has like feelings for her..) (Sorry this is so detailed.) Thanks xx😊
You woke up happy when you woke up but it seemed like everything went down hill from there, it was your birthday and none of your friends remembered, you parents wished you a happy birthday but no one else seemed to and as you walked into school and saw the pack your spirits lifted but none of them said anything and then before you knew it you were on a downward spiral, you forgot pieces of homework and you were late to a few lessons too.
You walked home avoiding the pack and not going to the pack meeting, you got a text from Lydia after they were done.
L: Are you okay? Y: Yeah fine. L: Why weren’t you at the meeting? Y: Didn’t feel too good so I went home. L: Get well soon! Y: Thanks
You pushed your head into your pillow and screamed hoping that you would feel better and you almost did, you spent the rest of your night cheering yourself up by scrolling through Tumblr and laughing at the posts. There was a tap at your window and you looked over to see Theo, your heart skipped a beat when you looked at him, you had a small crush on him but you’d never tell him that. You walked over and opened the window gesturing for him to come in. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “I need your help.” He answered you looked down to see the blood on his hands and gestured for him to sit on your desk chair as you went to go and get the first aid kit, as you started to clean his wounds he started to talk. “You weren’t with your pack.” “Your point?” You asked. “Well, why weren’t you with them?” He asked and you shrugged he listened to your heart stutter as you started to wrap him up. “Did they happen to forget something?” He asked and you stayed silent until you were finished. “Your done.” You said as you stood up he grabbed your waist pulling you to straddle his waist. “What are you doing?” “Happy birthday.” He smiled before connecting your lips. “I should have done that earlier.” “Why didn’t you?” You asked. “Would you believed that I was shy?” He asked. “No, not really.” You answered. “Well, you should.” He smiled
AUTHOR’S NOTE: due to all the positive feedback i received from to the dress that never fit, i thought i would write a small prequel to it—something to shed some light on what the relationship was like between the reader insert and stiles, and, the pack as well. it’s a bit darker, but also lighter, than to the dress that never fit. i hope you all enjoy. i feel like i butchered the ending but :). yikes.
THREE MONTHS BEFORE THE
EVENTS OF TO THE DRESS THAT NEVER FIT.
There is nothing more
meaningful someone can say to me than what the blank wall of a ceiling can. And
while my eyes stare up into it, patiently resting on the palm of my right hand
is my phone—black-screened, unbothered. I’m waiting for a call, or, more likely,
a text from my best friend, just like I do every night. Deep down, though, I
know I won’t get anything, just like I do every night too. But, still, I wait
as my ceiling speaks to me, giving me the strength I need for another night of
false hope and exhaustion in the morning.
Sometimes I wonder if
thinks of me anymore. My heart still becomes filled from every empty promise he
tells me, but my mind, my strength and my body are left to starve from them
when they become due. It makes me question, right in the middle of the night
when my hope begins to falter and I start to feel that awful sinking feeling in
my chest, of how something that isn’t a person can be so cruel to me. The sense
that I’ve done something wrong to deserve this becomes present and I’m left
wishing I had slept instead of allow what a boy said to me before dismissal
keep me awake. And the next day, it’s like he forgot all about it, and I
forgive him. I forgive him each and every time.
Every single time.
My mind slips into
fantasies—things I believed would’ve happened if I wasn’t the way I am; if I
was like the same girl he gushes about to me. And I don’t know whether or not
wishing for things that aren’t real helps me feel something in a wake of
numbness or just brings me down further. I guess it’s the things that make us
hurt are the things that make us feel. The downside of it all is that what I
feel isn’t what I want to feel.
I don’t even know where this idea came from, but I went with it.
You were sitting on a bench, in the yard of the UA. It was the lunch break, but you had brought your own bento, and decided eat outside. There was almost nobody else around. Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Dabi.
‘Get your ass to the school gates.’, it said.
You packed your stuff to your bag, and headed for the gates. What could this be about? Maybe he was just lonely? The second you stepped outside the gate you were pinned against the wall that surrounded the academy.
“There are security cameras there.”, you noted.
“I took care of it.”, Dabi grunted.
Now that you looked at them more carefully, the were a bit melted.
“So what did you want?”, you asked.
“I’m bored, lets go, it’s not like this damn school can teach you anything anyway.”
“Dabi, I’ve have to go back. You know that.”
“Whatever.”, he grunted and turned to leave.
You gave in to your desire to follow him and sighted to your own unexiting self-control.
“Aaargh, fine.”, you growled.
“That’s my girl, we’re gonna have some fun.”, he smirked.
“Yeah, and if I’m sitting in detention for the rest of the week, it’s your fault.”, you sighted.
“Well let’s give you a good reason to be absent. I’ll get bored if your stuck in school for the whole week.”
Before you could even think what he meant by that, Dabi had thrown you over his shoulder and was heading to the school yard.
“What the hell are you doing?”, you hissed.
“Just pretend you’re in trouble so you’ll have a reason to be absent for the next few days.”
“Just don’t kill anyone, while I’m here.”, you sighted
“Yeah, yeah just do your part.”
Dabi stomped right in the middle of the school yard and started rampaging. You were shouting and screaming for show. Dabi was shooting the building with his flames.
“Where are the so called heroes. I’m hero to give you some more of the hero killers will.”, he growled.
“Really? Can we go now, before this gets too serious.”, you whispered.
Dabi was holding you close to him as a “hostage”. You tried to get away from him, just hard enough to fool people. When Eraserhead showed up, Dabi decided it was time to leave. He was able to cause some damage, but since he didn’t get much time before Eraserhead showed up, there wasn’t anything too serious.
“Let the girl go.”, Aizawa said.
“Don’t think so, she’s coming with me.”, Dabi growled at the man.
Dabi took a better grib at you and turned to leave. Out of nowhere a warp gate appeared before you and Dabi stepped through it. You were back at the League’s hideout. Dabi let go of you and you looked around in the familiar bar.
“You had this all planned out?”, you asked, raising a brow.
“I was just gonna take you with me, but since I had the chance to damage to the UA, I took it.”
“Why were you coming to get me in the first place? You probably have some reason, other then being bored.”
“Come to the back room and I’ll fucking show you.”
You rolled your eyes, but flashed Dabi an approving grin. You went to the back room with him.
I had no ideas for this one, like, at all. Which is why it’s so short. But @bisexual-evanhansen did a fic about a non-binary/gender-fluid Jeremy? And I really liked it?? So heere you go (ha).
Again, sorry it’s so short.
Jeremy was conflicted. It wasn’t that they were nervous. It was more that they didn’t know if they were… comfortable anymore. They weren’t even sure if they SHOULD go to…
No. They had to. They remembered when they told Michael that they were going to go together. How happy he was. How Michael told them how proud he was. Giving them a kiss on the cheek.
The memory made Jeremy smile. They were glad that they had Michael now. And that they realized their dumb feelings for him. Michael was the greatest boyfriend they could hope for.
Speaking of the devil, they felt their phone vibrate and opened it up to see a text from Michael.
‘Hey dude! Are you all ready and packed? Found a cheap motel for us to stay at. So we don’t have to go back and forth like last year.’
Jeremy remembered, they weren’t really out back then. They went for Michael. Michael had been out for a long time, but didn’t want to go to the festivals alone. They said that they would go with him last year. Michael was excited.
They were only planning on going the first day, but were having so much fun that they came back the next day, and the next. This was the time when Jeremy realized that they should be happy with who they were and then took the time to think about it.
Jeremy didn’t realize that he had drifted into space until Michael sent a prompting question mark.
‘Yeah man, I’ll be ready in the morning.’
'Alright!!! This is gonna be great Jer-Bear! Good night! *smorches*’
Jeremy laughed, it was amazing how Michael could light up their day… or night in this case. Jeremy then turned to their closet picking out the perfect shirt for tomorrow and tossing it on the bed. They then packed their suitcase and went to bed with a smile on their face.
Michael didn’t want to admit that he was impatient. And even if was, he wouldn’t say it out loud to Jeremy. Jeremy is sensitive. Michael just needed to wait a little longer.
He was currently parked outside in his P.T. Cruiser waiting for his partner to get their ass out of the house. Were they still asleep? Michael had tried texting them, but to no dice.
Michael sighed and got out of his car and walked up to the front door. Michael was proud of his outfit. He wore a white tank top but it read “MOVE I’M GAY” the gay part in a rainbow coloring. He also wore a little bit of makeup, because he knew Jeremy liked it when he did. He also wore some bracelets that he got the year before as well. As well as rainbowed heart gauges.
Michael was about to open the door to wake up Jeremy when the door opened on its own.
Jeremy was a master at makeup and it clearly showed. Their eyeliner and thick lashes, their contour, and the barely glossed lips… Michael could kiss them right now. But it got even better.
Jeremy was wearing a crop top, which they hasn’t done in months, and never in public. It looked tie-dyed and held the colors of the bi-sexual flag. They also was wearing small high-waisted jeans. They also wore one of the bracelets they had gotten last year.
They were amazing.
Before Jeremy could say anything, Michael immediately grabbed them and pulled them into a passionate kiss. Jeremy immediately responded with having their hands soon knotted in Michael’s hair. Michael’s hands lightly stroking their bare waist and back.
When Michael pulled away, he looked deep into their eyes. Bringing on of his hands to their cheek.
“You are beautiful.” He almost whispered.
Jeremy let out a breathy laugh, but Michael could see the tears slightly pick at their eyes. Jeremy then took Michael’s hand and led him to the the car.
Michael silently hoped that he could keep his sanity for the weekend.
After seeing the Dylan-less trailer for 6B and hearing the rumor
of Colton Haynes coming back for 6B but not Tyler Hoechlin, my mind
starts up with my now-perfected coping mechanism of inventing
happy-fanon reasoning to explain away all the bad thoughts.
For example, Stiles is too busy kicking ass in college, training up to be an amazing FBI agent one day to get tangled up in the goings-on in Beacon Hills nowadays. He’s left the town in the capable (*cough* positive thinking Stiles *cough*) hands of Scott and Liam, who only call him like, once a week now to use and abuse his superior brain and laptop full of supernatural knowledge.
Plus, Lydia’s still in Beacon Hills for another few months too before she starts at MIT, and lets be honest, Lydia’s brain has always been the most superior, she’s just never been as much of a sucker as Stiles to spend all her free time voluntarily jumping into the thick of the drama to save Scott all the time like Stiles was. From what Stiles can gather from all the calls and texts from back home, Lydia’s getting much more involved in the pack lately, much as she always claimed she wouldn’t.
They talk every day, Stiles and Lydia. Ever since that rom-com worthy love confession and movie-star kiss before he’d left for college, Stiles constantly has to keep pinching himself that this is his real life now. He may even have researched all the possible supernatural elements that could have potentially taken over Stiles’ brain and meant this was all a supernatural long-con of his sanity. Because evil curses, magical pixie dust or alternate realities all seem more plausible than Stiles actually leaving his Dad and Scott behind to attend an amazing college in another whole state on a full scholarship, with the goal of one day becoming a legitimate bad-ass FBI agent, while somehow also keeping a long-distance (but totally not imaginary) relationship with the Lydia Martin. These things do not happen to Stiles Stilinski. His life can never be this good.
Which is also probably why he’s constantly battling the niggling feeling inside him that something isn’t quite right. Before he’d left, Scott had asked him how he was going to be able to leave Lydia behind now that he finally had her after all the pining. Stiles had simply responded with “I was willing to wait ten years for my Get-Lydia-Martin plan to work Scott, but I managed to whittle it down to just 4. I think I can manage the long-distance thing for a while.” Scott had given him a look that said he just could not believe Stiles right now, but Stiles hadn’t taken it too seriously because he knew how Scott could be. Just because Scott develops a severe case of tunnel-vision and infatuated obsession as soon as he gets a girlfriend, doesn’t mean Stiles is the same. It didn’t happen with Malia, and it isn’t happening with Lydia. That is fine, it doesn’t mean anything. Right? Of course not. Sure he’d been infatuated with Lydia for years, but he is still able to function as a human being without spending every minute of every day in her presence. He’s pretty sure that’s normal. Unlike Scott who completely ignored everything and everyone else as soon as Allison or Kira were within heartbeat-listening distance, or their names were even mentioned. He’s pretty sure that’s more of a Scott downfall than a Stiles downfall.
POPSEC: Inglourious Basterds:
Learning Operational Security Lessons… and Scalping Nazis
With fascism on the rise both in the United States and Europe, it’s a good time to remind everyone of Inglourious Basterds. This movie is full of people kicking Nazi ass and offers a wealth of entertaining operational security lessons. The following text is packed with both spoilers and important takeaways from the film.
Lesson 1: Don’t put your trust in someone who has everything to lose from helping you and nothing to gain.
The opening scene of Inglourious Basterds features a confrontation between a Nazi officer and a French dairy farmer who is hiding a Jewish family under his house. The Jews have entrusted their safety to the dairy farmer because, prior to the German occupation of France, he was one of their neighbors. The farmer has nothing to gain from aiding his Jewish neighbors besides the fact that offering to hide your neighbors when they are being threatened with genocide is the only decent thing to do. Unfortunately, the dairy farmer has three daughters and a vested interest in keeping them safe from the occupying Germans. The farmer reveals the location of the Jewish family because protecting them and protecting his family have become mutually exclusive.
People who stand to gain little from helping us seldom choose decency over the preservation of their own interests. This doesn’t necessarily mean we should never place our trust in such people, but it does mean that we need to have explicit conversations with them about how much risk they’re willing to take on in the course of providing their assistance, especially when betrayal carries serious consequences.
Lesson 2: Share details exclusively on a need-to-know basis.
Shoshanna is a woman with a plan. To pull it off, she needs complete buy-in from her counterpart, Marcel, and the services of a film developer. Her plan is both dangerous and tenuous, and even one breach in security could land her and her co-conspirator in a concentration camp (or worse), leaving Hitler and the rest of the Nazi party top brass free to continue their reign of terror. Fortunately for Shoshanna, she has two really important things going for her: she is cool as a cucumber, and she knows better than to share essential details with nonessential players. Shoshanna never reveals even a single detail about her plan to the film developer, choosing instead to provide what you might call an alternate incentive for his cooperation. In fact, aside from Marcel, whose complete loyalty has already been verified, and whose collaboration is essential to ensure the success of Shoshanna’s plan, Shoshanna never breathes a word about her intentions to anyone, leaving her free and clear to carry out her act of vengeance.
This lesson applies in real life: if you never tell your colleagues anything more than what is needed for them to execute their part of the plan, you significantly reduce the risk that they will share damaging information and ruin your plans.
Lesson 3: Own your weaknesses so you can work around them.
Lieutenant Archie Hicox is an exemplary soldier and an above-average spy who understands German fluently. Unfortunately, Lieutenant Hicox speaks with an unusual accent, and while his knowledge of German film is unparalleled within the Allied forces, his understanding of German culture is severely lacking in several regards. Also severely lacking is Hicox’ awareness of his weaknesses. As a result of this lack of self-awareness, Hicox first draws attention to his covert meeting by being overheard speaking with an odd accent, then ultimately botches the mission, resulting in his own death and the deaths of nearly everyone else in the room. Fraulein von Hammersmark later tells Lieutenant Rains that Hicox screwed up by holding up the incorrect fingers to signal “three” while ordering from the bartender. While this is certainly an accurate description of events, the truth is that he flubbed the operation by not having the good sense to shut the hell up once he’d drawn the attention of an SS officer.
This offers two real-world takeaways: first, be self-aware about your weaknesses so you can work around them. The second, which is related, is to be aware enough to know when your operation has failed, so you can pull back in time to regroup and try again later—or at least so you can live to fight another day.
Lesson 4: Clean up after yourself.
Sure, Bridget von Hammersmark made a mission-critical error by choosing a pub full of Nazi soldiers as the place for her rendezvous with the Basterds, but her much deadlier mistake was neglecting to clean up after herself before leaving the scene. It can be damn near impossible to keep your wits when everything is falling to pieces around you, but if you’re engaged in something subversive or clandestine, you need to remain calm during catastrophes to ensure that the trouble doesn’t spread. In Bridget von Hammersmark’s case, a discarded autograph and an errant shoe effectively sealed her fate.
In the real world, cleaning up after yourself might be as simple as wiping chat and text message logs before going out to a risky action, or making sure your bags do not contain anything you don’t want to be arrested carrying before you leave the house, or making sure you don’t leave behind anything potentially incriminating.
Lesson 5: Sometimes you can’t salvage a plan.
The Basterds had an airtight plan for infiltrating the premier of Fredrick Zoller’s film: send in three operatives all fluent in German to accompany famed German actress Bridget von Hammersmark to the premier of Stolz der Nation, and use the event as an opportunity to take out Hitler. Unfortunately, all the German-speaking Basterds were present at Frau von Hammersmark’s disastrous basement rendezvous and none of them survived. Now, most people might face these facts with an air of resignation, but Lieutenant Aldo Raine is not most people. Raine makes the extremely ill-advised and regrettable decision to move forward as planned, posing as Italians rather than Germans. Granted, Aldo speaks Italian… sort of. And sure, Frau von Hammersmark does tell him that Germans don’t have a good ear for Italian accents… but reasonably, all parties involved should have called it quits.
Sometimes, it is impossible to salvage a plan. The best you can do is call it quits and live to fight another day—whether that means backing out of a plan to assassinate Hitler, or recognizing that it’s time to leave an action, go home, and start preparing for the next one.
Lesson 6: The most dangerous kind of adversary is the one who has nothing to lose.
Shoshanna Dreyfus, aka Emmanuelle Mimieux, is a young Frenchwoman who owns a movie theater. Unbeknownst to everyone but her lover and her reluctant but loyal collaborator, Marcel, Shoshanna is also a young Jewish woman whose family was massacred before her eyes, who only barely escaped sharing their fate. In other words, Shoshanna is clean out of fucks to give, and is willing to burn it all down in order to get revenge and prevent others from sharing her family’s fate. Shoshanna is the epitome of a dangerous adversary because she has decided she has nothing to lose.
The lesson here is a grim one: you can only defeat an adversary willing to sacrifice everything to take you down by acting preemptively. In the best-case scenario, you should not make such enemies in the first place. In the worst-case scenario, you must neutralize such threats before they are able to enact mutually-assured destruction.
Lesson 7: Be careful making deals with your adversary.
There may come a time in your life when, like Colonel Hans Landa, you need to make a deal with your enemies in order to ensure your survival. The lesson to take away from Landa’s deal with the American military is simple: make sure you iron out all of the details and don’t trust your adversary any more than is necessary. Landa, for example, probably shouldn’t have trusted Aldo Raine to adhere to all the details of the agreement he had made.
In a real-life context, this means you should never trust the police when they offer you a deal in exchange for information. Police frequently assure arrestees that if they cooperate (i.e., answer questions and give up information), they’ll tell the district attorney to go easy on them. The reality of the situation is that police have no control over how a district attorney files charges or tries cases, and a police officer is never going to get on the stand and testify that a defendant should be exonerated if the DA instructs him otherwise.
It is also important to be circumspect about making deals with your adversaries when you are considering accepting a plea deal offered by a prosecuting attorney. Be wary of plea deals stipulating probation, as probation frequently carries with it a suspension of the meager civil liberties offered by the state—sometimes not just for the person on probation, but also for all those in proximity to that person. If you are considering accepting a plea deal rather than going to trial, work with your attorney to try to negotiate a deal that actually protects you and your comrades.
Always do your best to find out what your enemies stand to lose if they go back on their word. If it’s negligible—or nothing at all—there’s no reason to put faith in the deal.
prompt: winning the trip to the twin’s warehouse, blah blah blah
warnings: none.. yet
author’s note: I’ve decided to start my writings out with a miniseries! I hope you all enjoy it, though I’m not that good of a writer :’))
Just like any other busy day, you couldn’t wait on getting home to watch the Twins’ newest YouTube video. You usually keep up on all the latest social media posts, but with the end of the school year comes finals which means study, study, study. Your parents were super strict when it came to preparing to your finest for the exams, and that involved collecting your electronics like you were back in elementary school. It wasn’t exactly a problem, and now you get to go home and watch all you wanted in peace. As you flopped onto your lightly decorated mattress, your fingers fiddled on the phone screen and you scrolled through your subscrition list. It wasn’t a list that was too long though you did stop to politely cringe at a few old subscriptions from your earlier years. You tapped on the twins’ channel to then choose the most recent video. Smirking at the title, you watched through. The were the same goofballs they were 3 years ago and you lived for each and every minute captured in each Youtube video. Towards the end, you listened to the announcement carefully, almost getting excited at their plans, though you had trained yourself not the get your hopes up. Shrugging, you scrolled down to the comment section to leave your words and a cute purple heart at the end to maybe catch an eye. It was a million in one chance that sat on your heart, but you locked the screen and laid your phone on the pillow next to you. As July settled in, you spent most of your days balancing a social life with work, but today you decided to take a day to yourself. The heat was unbearable outside, and your messages filled with pool requests. With a sigh, you finally gave in and decided in a groupchat to carpool to the nearest spot. You changed and collected a few things to throw in a bag and slipped a pair of sunglasses on the chest of your bathsuit top, carrying yourself to the first floor to wait on your pickup. You did whatever you could to prepare yourself with the rays outside the front door. You ended up distracting yourself with your music player on shuffle, bringing yourself back to earth when a familiar horn could be heard from outside. “Bye mom, I’m leaving!” You called out before closing the door behind you. Trailing to the vehicle full of people, you pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of you nose. Almost instantly, you regret leaving the house. You single handedly pulled open a car door and slid in, being greeted right and left as the car pulled off and you were finally on your way. Small conversation was held on the car’s interior as it made the short drive to the local pool. Your eyes fixed out your window to peer to the almost empty pool area. “I told you guys it’s even too damn hot for the pool.” “Oh hush, you hermit, more room for us!” Your friend in the passenger’s seat exclaimed before removing themselves from the car. One by one, everyone exited the car to excitedly run to the entrance like children. You all flashed pool passes and went in, laying out towels and bottles of water. You sat criss crossed on your towel as your friends all jumped into the open body of water. Almost on que, you pulled out your phone to only check time, noticing the million + 1 notifications coming from almost every app. Usuing your oppisite hand as a shade from the sun, your stomach almost jumped out of your throat as you screamed bloody murder; though it was only joy. Your peers turned and looked to you with concern and you were almost crying in joy. “What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?” One yelled as another ran to your aid. Your words were trapped on the tip of your tongue and your phone slipped from your fingertips. Swallowing hard a couple times, your hands moved to fan yourself. “I won the trip to L.A.” You squealed, but even the words coming from your lips weren’t believable. The amigo to your side looked to you in disbelief, so you simply searched for you phone you show her the vrious tweets and instagrm comments, eventually coming across the confirming one from the twins. Pulling you to you feet, your companion joined you in jumping in screaming like they only do in movies. “Y/N, this is huge! This is amazing! We’ve gotta get you home and packed asap!” They gathered the rest of the group, apologizing for the sudden change in plans. You all left as you came, keeping the news lowkey all the way to your home. You were dropped off first, skipping with bliss all the way to the front door. You had a text from your friend that they’d be over later to help with packing, which you sent the same purple heart back. Slipping the door key into the lock, you pushed it open and locked it back, then turning to eye your mom and younger sister watching tv on the couch. You all exchanged eye contact and your mother raised a brow. “Home so soon?” “Mom, you are never going to believe what just happened to me.” Your mom painted the same look of confusion as your friends and she gentally patted the open space next to her. Your sister’s eyes didn’t leave you and your dropped the things on your person and rushed to the couch. You were breathless, holding your chest, but smiling like an idiot but words came pouring from your mouth. “You know that Dolan Twins Contest that flies a fan out to L.A. to visit their warehouse and make a video and hang out with them and actually meet them and stuff? And me! Me! Me of all people got picked to go. Like, oh my stars! Can you believe it? I got picked out of all those people and-” “Well go pack! Go pack! When do you leave?” Your younger sister cut you off out of the complete blue, taking your hand in hers and guiding you off the couch. Your mother didn’t even have enough time to speak as you two went, collected your things from the front door, and vanished up the stairs. Your mom sighed, peeling herself from the couch to slowly trail up the stairs behind you. She opened your bedroom door to you two throwing clothes about searching for a case. “When do you leave?” “My flight is July 15thm the end of this week.” “You technically wouldn’t be a minor, you’re 18 on the 13th, so you don’t need me. Phew.” Your mum smirked as a slight silence filled the space, your sister looking to you before screaming and jumping on your bed. “I’m gonna meet the Dolan Twins, I’m gonna meet the Dolan Twins!”
Imagine you and Justin had troubles in the relationship. After finally being fed up with the non stop fighting and crying you decided to pack up before he gets home. Once you had all your things packed, you noticed a text message from Justin that was received 2 hours ago. “Hey babe.. I know things have been complicated.. I can fix this.. Us. If you still love me, meet me at Staples Center by 6.” You looked at the time and it was already 5:45. You contemplated to either leave now and never come back or give him another chance. Knowing that it would be better to say goodbye in person, you get into your car and drive off to Staples Center. Eventually you reach the destination in an hour. Once you entered into the empty arena.. It was Justin singing alone.
Request: “Hi! I really love your blog, it’s so great, like every time I see you update it makes my day, and if you have time could you please do a imagine where the pack and the reader are really close, but one day the reader shifts into a panther and she finds out that there’s others like her, and she also finds out that they hate the wolfs, and she is slowly forced to hate them, and she haves no control of it, and when the pack comes to visit her at her house, she’s really cold and mean to them+and someone says something that gets her really mad, and she shifts in front of them, and they’re surprised, but they always knew of the ppl who could shift into panthers, but they never knew the reader came from that bloodline, sorry if this is really long and confusing, lmao. But if you don’t want to do this imagine that’s totally fine. :)”
I couldn’t think of a creative title lmao Sorry I’ve taken so long to write this! I really enjoyed it, and I couldn’t resists a fluffy ending xoxo
(Y/N) = Your Name
(H/C) = Hair Color
(E/C) = Eye Color
(S/C) = Skin Color
Stiles wanted a normal life. Well, as normal as you could get with a werewolf best friend, a crush on a girl who was a banshee and being basically the only human out
of all of your friends. But hey, he wasn’t one to complain. Well, he was. Sometimes. That’s not the point. The point is he wants one day where he can go to school,
plan excuses for not having tomorrows homework in because of some pack crap (so he says yet he stays up late doing it), hate on every happy go lucky couple
making out, then go home, read some comics, force his dad to eat healthy then sleep. In his life that’s a long shot but he can dream big. He huffed, shutting his
locker harder than needed, poor thing wasn’t at fault.
“Honestly I will be fine.” He turned his attention, as did a few others in the hall, seeing a shorter girl sandwiched between two giants. Just looking at them
freaked Stiles out a bit, they were huge. “It’s high school.”
“Exactly. Hell.” The shorter of the two men, which wasn’t short mind you, spoke, huffing and Stiles took note at how deep his voice was. A few of the popular beauty
queens were checking them out, gossiping and giggling already.
“Dude,” The taller one groaned, “She’s a big girl she can handle it.”
The girl nodded at the freckled man who groaned at the double bitch face he was receiving. “Fine, but if remember the basic rules. No smoking pot, no underage
drinking, if you want to party you can but be back by midnight and - ”
“And if a guy or girl tries to touch me fighting is self defense, blah blah blah you had explained this to me literally eleven times the way here.” She pulled the
two to a stop a few feet from Stiles’ locker. “I get it, I love you guys. Now leave. I can handle myself.”
“(Y/N) - ”
“Now!” She rolled her (E/C) eyes, pushing the two lightly. The nodded, the taller one kissing her forehead before they walked out of the school, leaving the girl
standing alone, holding a brown side bag. She looked around, locking eyes with Stiles and sending him a small smile. “Brothers right?”
He nodded mutely, not really knowing what to say when a pretty girl talked to him. She looked him over once and he was not ashamed to admit he was then very
nervous of his last minute outfit throw together. “I like your shirt.” His shirt? What shirt? He looked down. Oh! Batman shirt.
“You like batman?”
“Is DC not one of, if not the best, comics I’ve read?”
“You’ve read comics?”
She scoffed. “A bit too much really. My brothers say I’m 45% comics 55% sarcasm.” She smirked slightly, “They forgot the 100% perfection but, I let by-gones be
by-gones.” She looked down, “I’ve gotta get to the office. Nice meeting you - ?”
He was supposed to say something right? “Oh uh - S-Stiles.” He coughed, “Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski.”
She laughed a bit and holy shit did he hear a choir of Angels? “Nice to meet you 007. I’m (Y/N)…(L/N).” She waved, heading to the direction of the office.
He continued to stare after her, mesmerized by, not only by her features (he thought no one had clearer skin than Lydia Martin), but the outfit style, what
he’s seen of her personality and -
He let out a screech, a manly one too, arms flailing a bit, hitting Scott, which hurt his hand, and clutched his chest, making eye contact with the puppy eyed were.
“The hell Scott you nearly killed me!”
“What were you staring at?”
He looked back to where he was looking. “I think I’m in love.”
Scott rolled his eyes playfully. “Everyone knows you’re a love sick puppy around Lydia buddy.” He pat his back, eyes furrowing in confusion when Stiles shook his
head. “We’re not…talking about…Lydia? Strawberry blonde you’ve loved since third grade?” Stiles shook his head again, smiling sideways at his friend, saying
nothing as he headed to class. “Wha - Stiles no! Don’t leave me hanging bro!”
“Alright class we have a new student, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She just moved here from Virginia Beach so let’s make her feel welcome.” Stiles could have laughed at the
annoyed face (Y/N) was making behind the teachers back, stopping when he turned around. “You can pick an empty seat Ms. (L/N).”
She thanked him, making her way towards the back row where Stiles was sat near his little friend group - pack - clique, whatever it was called. “Hey 007.” She said,
sitting herself down beside Stiles with a smile.
“Hello Ms. Perfection.” Did that sound too flirty? Oh God he bet it did. He was trying to be funny from earlier and oh God that look Scott and the others
were giving him yup him and his big mouth and -
Was she laughing? Head fallen back laughing? “Glad someone seemed to have caught on to my full potential.” He smiled, relaxing a big back in his chair.
“So, you two know each other?” Bad puppy, no interrupting flirty time where Stiles made a pretty girl laugh.
Said pretty girl smiled brightly, looking back to him. “Yes, 007 here had to witness my overprotective brothers lecturing me about high school. And who might you be
puppy?” She tilted her head, (H/C) hair falling onto her left shoulder.
“Oh uh - I’m Scott McCall.”
“Nice to meet you Scott.” She smiled, turning back around. Stiles and Scott made eye contact, Stiles smiling widely, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth
as he nodded a little, Scott rolling his eyes yet smiling at his friends antics.
“So how do you like Beacon Hills so far?” Honestly Stiles might be dreaming. A pretty girl, no scratch that, a gorgeous girl with (H/C) hair, big beautiful (E/C) eyes
and flawless (S/C) skin was handing out with him at some little park, eating ice cream after school. Pinch him.
“It’s nice. Cute town, almost everyone I’ve met is nice. Though Lydia seems to hate me.”
“It’s just cause you’re really pretty I guess she feels threatened.” Did that come out of Stile’s mouth? Seriously? Pinch him. Please.
She laughed again, oh thank God she’s not giving him annoyed or creeped out looks. His phone beeps right as he goes to take a bite of his fudgcicle. Pulling it out,
he sees a text from Derek.
‘Pack meeting. Be here. Now.’
He looked back up at (Y/N) who was attempting to walk across on old piece of wood, arms out at her sides. Of course the supernatural had to come ruin his…his…
was this a date or hanging out? What was this?
“You look constipated. Are you lactose tolerant?” If he wasn’t so used to getting snuck up on he would have jumped. But he wasn’t used to being snuck up on yet so he
He shook his head laughing a bit. “No uh, my friend has an emergency and he needs me to come to his place so I uh, I gotta get going.” She nodded in understanding,
hopping down from the wood to stand next to him, hand resting palm up as she stared at him. He raised an eyebrow, receiving an eye roll. “Give me your phone
Oh. “Oh!” He went to contacts and handed her his phone, she typed quickly before handing it back. ’(Y/N) The Bestest ;) ;)’ He laughed, stuffing in into his
back pocket. “We should hang out again some time.”
“Yeah. Is that okay? After school? We could binge watch all the DC movies at your place.”