Imagine; You told Cody everything. Trust was really important in your relationship. So of course you talked about Exes, and you told him about the abusive boyfriend you had before him. So naturally, when he sees the guy talking to you, he’s pretty overprotective.
((F = Friend))
Another short one to give you guys something back for all the comments and response I’ve been getting. I really want you to know that I smile about every comment and I read it all, so keep giving me feedback loves, it’s really motivating :))
Request:@julieanncupcake said: can you do derek hale imagine where him and the reader are neighbors (and they secretly like each other) but they will do favors for each other like mow the other persons lawn or bake cookies/cook dinner for the other person and its really fluffy?
A/N: This wassuch a cute idea! I had so much fun writing this. It was one of my favorite requests by far!
Word Count: 1782
It was mid-Summer when you moved into the modern home neighborhood. You went home searching with your best friend earlier in the season, once the lease on your apartment was up. After looking at other, more luxurious apartments, condos, cozy homes, and just about every other place you could live you finally found the perfect one.
Your closest friends and some of your family helped you pack up the U-Haul, and unload once you arrived at your new home. The building was beautiful. A balance of gray stone and brick sculpted the outside. The garage and roof were both tan, complimenting one another. The front door was solid black stained wood and the grass was perfectly green.
The home was not something someone your age could usually afford. Most people were living in an apartment or sharing a home with several other roommates. All of that hard work and dedication was finally paying off.
Your dream as a little girl and teenager had always been to decorate your own house the way you wanted. When you were eight, you dreamed of the walls being purple, with pink furniture and sparkly decor. When you were twelve, you had seriously pondered the thought of hanging your favorite musician’s posters in every room. Finally, a year or so before moving into the nice home, you had settled on exactly how it would be decorated.
You spent several days decorating the home. You had previously purchased all of the decors to save time so that you could settle into your new home and start at your new job a little bit more smoothly. It was perfect, your dream was finally coming true. You were living on your own, and financially stable.
Once you had decorated the inside of your new home, and added outdoor furniture to the patio leading to your good sized backyard, you made your way across the street to introduce yourself to your new neighbors. The two houses on either side of you were for sell, being that the neighborhood was fairly new. Out of the seven houses that had been built so far, only four had been moved into.
You introduced yourself to the elderly lady that lived diagonally to the left of you. She was sweet, and welcomed you to the area, saying how wonderful it was to live there. You thanked her and walked to the next home, which was straight across from yours.
A woman around your age answered the door with a smile, greeting you before calling a man from within the house. Her husband, she introduced him as. They were lovely and mentioned that you could come over for wine anytime. You simply thanked them and continued your adventure onto the last house.
You knocked on the similar wooden door to the rest and waited for a few moments, hoping that they were home so that you could be done with introducing yourself. Meeting new people wasn’t always your thing. You could see the top of a head through the glass towards the top of the door, and it slowly peered open.
A man who seemed to be around your age toward above you, his fame broad and muscular. He had almost black hair, and stubble lined his sharp jaw. Your eyes met his green ones.
“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out to him, in hopes that he would shake it and not slam the door in your face. He was intimidating, being that he was so tall, and could obviously clear anything in his path. “I just moved in across the street. I just wanted to introduce myself.”
“Derek.” Thankfully, his hand met yours, gripping it firmly and shaking it. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” He smiled down at you and loosened his grip on you.
“It’s nice to meet you, Derek.”
“You too.” He flashed another pearly white smile and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“Well, I should get going. My family’s coming over for dinner.”
Derek nodded politely, saying goodbye and shutting the door once you’d turned your back to walk home.
You pondered the thought of the boy next door as you chopped up veggies for the dinner you were making. He was definitely good looking, as well as charming. But, you hadn’t properly gotten to know him yet so you couldn’t judge him too much.
A couple of weeks had gone by, and you still had some things you hadn’t bought for your home. For example- a lawn mower. It was towards the end of July and the heat was blazing, however, it had been raining an abnormal amount the previous months. This meant that the grass was growing like crazy, and you had no way to get rid of it.
You woke up one day and peered out of your bedroom window at the small neighborhood, including your awfully long grass that looked terrible compared to the rest of the lawns. But, the grass wasn’t long anymore.
There he stood, pushing a lawn mower throughout your front yard. The blades of grass flew every which way as he grazed over them. He sported black basketball shorts and a tank top. You could see the sweat dripping down his toned biceps as he turned slightly pink in the sun’s heat.
You quickly threw on a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt, brushing your teeth and combing through your hair. Trying to catch him before he was done, you quickly walked towards the front door, pulling it open and drawing his attention to you. He turned the mower off, pulling out one of the earbuds that were previously in his ear.
“Derek. What are you doing?”
You couldn’t help but scold yourself for asking such a stupid question. It’s prettyobvious Y/N, he’s mowing your lawn.
“Oh hey Y/N, I’m mowing your lawn. I was out doing some work and noticed your grass was getting a bit long, so I decided I’d do a pretty girl a favor.”
Your breath hitched in your throat at his referral to you. Trying not to make it obvious that you were flustered, you nodded and pulled the door shut behind you, walking to the edge of the sidewalk.
“Well thank you. I haven’t been able to pick up a lawn mower yet, so I had no way of taming this insane grass. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem. You don’t mind if I go around back to mow back there too, do you?”
“Oh no, not at all. Would you like something to drink? I can grab you a bottle of water if you’d like.”
He gave you a soft grin, twirling the cord of the earbuds around his fingers. “Please.”
Turning around and heading back into the house, the chill of the AC made you shudder. You picked up a bottle from the fridge and traced your steps back out to where your new neighbor stood.
He turned around once he heard the door open again, taking the bottle from you and politely thanking you. Excusing yourself with the fact that you had work to catch up on, you tracked back into the home.
You had to thank Derek with more than words. You contemplated the question for a moment, finally deciding on baking him cookies. You brought out your mom’s old chocolate chip cookie recipe, whom she’d gotten from her mom, and so on and so forth.
You brought out all of the ingredients, preheating the stainless steel oven to the needed degree. You mixed all of the factors, rolling the dough into small spheres and placing them evenly on a baking sheet. After putting them in the oven and letting them bake, you gathered them up in a plastic container.
A little bit over an hour had passed now, and you decided to deliver the baked goods to Derek. You knocked on his door, just like you had the night you met. The door opened faster than it had that night.
Derek stood tall, as always. His cheeks were slightly pink from being in the sun earlier on in the day.
“Hey, I made you cookies. To thank you for mowing my lawn.”
He chuckled, taking the container from you once you’d offered it.
“Well thank you.” It was your turn to chuckle as he repeated your exact words from your previous conversation.
“No problem.” You paused for a moment, contemplating if you should add the next part. “Would you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?”
He paused for a moment. “I would love to come over for dinner tomorrow night. That is if we classify it as a date.”
“It’s a date.” You obliged, smiling softly at him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N.”
“See ‘ya, Derek.”
You turned away from the door and he shut it, just like the night a few days earlier. You started your walk back across the street, this time with a little bit more pep in your step.
Excerpt: Some nights are worse than others.
Logan looks into the mirror at the dark bags beneath his eyes and behind his thick black glasses. He hasn’t slept in two days, showered in three.
Ann pulls his duvet tighter, tighter, tighter around himself, and wonders if maybe sleep would come easier if the lights were off.
Roman walks slowly through the halls, listening to the echo of his footsteps on the tiles in hopes their sound will drown out the screams in his ears and the blood on his conscience.
Patton steals another swig of amber whiskey, angry on his tongue and fiery in his throat as it goes down.
“My date stood me up, can you come pick me up?”
Character: Lydia Martin
Warning: Being stood up
You sat outside the restaurant, jacket pulled tight around you, fiddling with your phone and wondering who to call. Tonight was supposed to be good, a nice date, some good food, maybe you’d finally have found someone you wanted to go on another date with…except it didn’t go like that. They didn’t turn up. An hour of waiting and they simply chose not to show up, no text, no phone call, no warning. Just embarrassment as you sat there getting pitying looks from the waiting staff and other customers.
Your finger finally fell on a familiar number and name, a person you could always count on. Putting the phone to your ear you waited as the phone rang, until a familiar voice answered.
“Hey, Lyd…my date stood me up, can you come pick me up?” You had told Lydia about the date, where you were going, about your date what little you knew of them, about how you were looking forward to it…you could feel her sympathy from the other end of the phone a slight sight before she answered.
“Of course, i’ll be there in a bit…” You waited for her to say goodbye as she trailed off into silence for a moment, “you know you deserve better than this…right?” You smiled rather bitterly at that, Lydia was always so focused on reminding you of that fact every time a date went wrong.
“I know.” Sometimes you wished you were going on a date with her instead, at least she cared about you. At least she thought you were pretty, and nice, and smart and funny. At least she would be there with you and talk and chat and…and be Lydia.
After lunch you find Stiles at his locker. “Hey, are you-” You start.
“I’ve gotta go.” He interrupts, pushing past you.
“What..Stiles!” You shout, running after him. He was your best friend, he never acted like this.
“What’s wrong?” You step in front of him, walking backwards as he continues to go.
“Nothing. Just go to class. I’ll call you after school.” He goes around you.
He didn’t call you after school, he just cut communication with you.
You decide to text him.
stiles what is going on. seriously
Just leave it alone Y/N.
He didn’t want to talk to you anymore, and that didn’t change until your heart was broken. “Y/N, it’s just too hard with graduation and everything. We just can’t do long distance.”
“Scott…we can make it work.”
“We can’t, Y/N. We just can’t.” He stands up, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”
You bury your face in your hands, trying not to cry. You needed Stiles. If he didn’t want to see you you’d force yourself upon him.
You knock on the door, looking down at your feet as tears stream down your face.
Stiles opens the door, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
You look up at him, the sight of him making you feel better. You open your mouth to talk but he pulls you into his arms before you can get a word out. You cry into his chest as he las his head on top of yours.
“What happened? Tell me.”
“Scott..he-he broke up with me.” You sob.
“He said we couldn’t do long distance.” You sniffle.
“He’s a damn liar. Long distance works if you try.” He kisses the top of your head. “Come inside. I’ll make you some coffee.”
You sigh as you pull away, “Thank you. So much.”
He grabs your hand and pulls you into the kitchen. You sit at the counter silently.
“When did he do it?”
“Like fifteen minutes ago.” You shrug, “I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. Scott just believes he can’t juggle more than one thing at a time.”
“Stiles, what happened?”
“To you. Why’d you stop talking to us?”
“It’s Scott’s fault..I shouldn’t say anything. Just know it had nothing to do with you, you were just caught in the middle.”
“You just confused me even more, but I’m too sad and exhausted to care.”
“Fair enough.” He chuckles as he pours your coffee. “So..what’ve I missed?”
You sit and talk with him for awhile, the pain of Scott breaking up with you soon subsides. You went back to normal. You and Stiles hung out almost every single night like you used to. You loved having him back.
“Okay, so I have a question.” You’re laying on the couch with him.
“What’s up?” He smiles.
“Now will you tell me why you were avoiding me?”
He looks at you and sighs, “I like you, Y/N. A lot, love sounds overwhelming but it’s better suited for how I feel. Scott knew and he asked you out anyway. He just…had no regards for my feelings.”
“What? Are you serious?” You look up at him and he nods.
“Stiles, I had no idea.”
“Scott was the only one who knew. You couldn’t have known.”
He smiles at you and you sit in shock, “Stiles, I only went out with Scott because I thought I couldn’t have you.”
He looks like he was just hit in the gut, “Really?”
“So, you and Scott could’ve been me and you.”
“Do I still have a shot at that?”
You smile, “I’m fair game.”
“Well…in that case, Y/N Y/L/N, will you go on a date with me?”
Managed to increase my lunch today and also to eat earlier than I usually would (or what I feel is “allowed”), which is causing the eating disorder to go crazy but I’m not going to compensate. I. AM. NOT. GOING. TO. COMPENSATE.
“Trust your gut.” But I can’t. I can’t trust myself in any manner, because today I might not be who I really am, whoever that is. What if this is a manic whim that will pass in the morning. What if when I kiss him I’m just using him as another brick wall to slam my body against. What if my gut says slam the accelerator, don’t bother trying, shoot yourself in the foot. What if I get fear for no reason, anxiety in the sixth floor bathroom, what if my gut says stay home but my heart says go. What if my gut says check the lock again, and again, and again, and again, and, what if my gut says seven is good but did you count it right. what if my gut says leave the party nobody wants you here, what if my gut says why did you leave now everybody thinks you’re weird. What if I get a bad feeling about everyone because one person once opened me up and sewed all their bad into my pockets, what if I go with my gut and overshare a lot and leave awkward silences that stretch in wet muslin bandages over pity-frowns, what if my gut says give in and my gut says I’m worth nothing and my gut says give up. What if you’re right and I’ve been ignoring signs that keep coming and I belong in a box somewhere, un-becoming.
My mom asks me what I want. Where I want to be. I wish I knew how to want things. I wish I had one feeling I knew wasn’t just a rush or a spiral or a warning sign. Something I knew was pure. Something actually mine.