ugh they were so sweet


another bday gift for another very sweet friend of mine hh

I’M NOT SCARED ANYMORE [Teen Wolf Pack One-shot] Part 2


First of all – thank you to all of my readers who requested a part two, you were all so kind and lovely and sweet – ugh, it means a lot to me and just made me feel so much better about myself this week :)

You can find part 1 here: x

You lay in the hospital, propped up on some pillows, silent as the psychiatrist sat in a chair beside you.

“Come on, [Y/N], you’ve got to tell me what happened to you, it’s for your own benefit.”

You stayed silent, blankly staring ahead.

You had been in a coma for the past 4 months.

“I don’t remember.” You said solemnly, tears dripping from your eyes.

“Please, I can’t remember, I just want to go home.” You were telling the truth, pleading for some sense of normality.

You couldn’t remember anything.

You remembered school, and blurry faces, but you couldn’t remember anything from your accident, only that it bought a sense of overwhelming fear over you. The psychiatrist sighed, and she stood up, probably leaving to call the doctor.

“[Y/N], we’re going to bring in some people that were with you when you were brought in from your accident, okay?” The psychiatrist placed a hand on your arm, and you jolted with wide eyes, nodding.

The psychiatrist walked out of the room, shutting the door behind you, giving you some time to think.

Again, you jumped as the door opened, and two boys walked in, two boys that you recognised.

“Stiles, Liam.” You breathed a sigh of relief, tears burning in the corner of your eyes.

“You remember us?” Liam asked, surprised, and you nodded weakly. Of course you remembered them, you remembered them and… and - You couldn’t remember the others.

“I-I-I don’t remember the others.” You stuttered, bringing a hand up to rub your eyes.

“I’m such an idiot! Why can’t I remember!” You whined, placing your head in your hands, shaking your head.

Suddenly you were surrounded in warmth, and you blinked, removing your hands from your face, inhaling Stile’s cologne.

You shook in his arms, finally remembering someone from a week of being surrounded by strangers prodding at your mind and asking questions that you didn’t know the answer to.

You looked over at Liam, who was standing next to your bed awkwardly, and gestured him over to join the hug.

Liam wrapped an arm around you, and you sniffled, content in between your two friends.

The three of you chatted for hours, the boys catching you up on what you had missed at school, but every time they mentioned someone you didn’t know, like ‘Scott’ or ‘Lydia’ you would clench your hospital sheets between tight fists, knuckles white as you flashed a sheepish glance away from their sympathetic gazes.

After confirming that you remembered everything supernatural, they explained that everything had been pretty quiet for the moment, but advised you to watch out.

It had been another week, and Stiles & Liam had visited you every day, much to your amusement they bought you cute gifts and fought for your attention.

Sometimes they’d bring other friends, like Scott or Kira, Lydia and Malia, spending time with them brought back some memories, but you still were close to tears when you saw them, continuously apologising when you assumed something about them that wasn’t right, or if you got their birthday wrong when they quizzed you, or if you saw even a slight hint of discomfort cross their face.

All of them were adapting to this new, more emotional side of you, they were no longer treating you like a ticking bomb, but more coddling you, showing you the affection that you avoided for so long.

There had been a question that had been weighing on your chest, and you messed with your hands, tension piling in the pit of your gut.

Why hasn’t my family visited me since I woke up?” You asked, and the air seemed to still, as Stiles mouth fell open in surprise and Liam’s eyes flashed with sadness.

You waited for an answer, and the longer you waited, the more your heart stuttered in panic. You shook your head, bottom lip trembling.

“Please.” You whispered, clenching your jaw, eyes wide.

“[Y/N], you - you forgot?…” Stiles trailed off, and you shook your head again, bringing a hand up to your mouth as tears burned your eyes.

“Stiles, tell me their at home. Tell me something’s stopped them from seeing me. Tell me that they’re still here.” You cried, pleading.

Out of all the memories you could of lost, out of all the pain you’ve been dealt, you forgot that your family was dead. Maybe it was your subconsciousness screaming at you to let go, maybe some internal force within wanted that memory to stay buried and forgotten, maybe instead of feeling that burden, feeling nothing was better.

“They’re gone, [Y/N], they died in a car crash a year and a half ago.” Liam whispered, and as soon as they saw you break, they stood up to comfort you.

You shook your head, sobbing, chest shaking as you tried your best to shuffle away from them on the bed.

“Go.” You managed to command through your cries.

“[Y/N]…” Liam and Stiles spoke at the same time, and you glared at them through your tears.

“Please! Get out!” You sobbed, pointing at the door, sticking your head in your arms until you heard the pattering of feet and the door slam shut.

You fell backwards, staring upwards, and just cried.

You cried because you didn’t understand.

You didn’t understand why everything was against you, even your own body wouldn’t co-operate with you.

You cried because you had the right to – through all the shit that you’d been through, through the pain and the loss, and the fact that you’d died twice.

After a while you stopped crying, and you just lay there, staring at the roof. It was quiet, apart from the sound of voices yelling and carts rolling through the hallways. You inhaled deeply, before exhaling and closing your eyes. On top of the sadness and stress that was manifesting inside of you, you felt like crap after snapping at the two boys that had gone out of their way to take care of you.

You rolled to the side, facing away from the door, pulling the blanket up to your neck, hoping to find some sort of inner peace, at least for a little while.

The next day the boys came again, they greeted you with smiles and a box of chocolates, and spoke nothing of the conversation from yesterday. This time you were hanging off the edge of the bed, watching them squabble about some sort of video game when you interrupted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ears.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you guys yesterday, like that.. uh- the truth is, through the whole week, with each day that passed, with each growing hour, the clock clicked, and so did the realization that my family… wasn’t coming. Something inside me kept warning me not to ask, but I ignored it. I ignored it because I didn’t want to believe it, I didn’t want to believe that I had no one…”

You just wanted everything to be normal.

You wiped a single tear away, sniffling, trying to hide your tears with a snort and a laugh.

“Sorry, I’ve been kind of emotional this past week, which was really uncalled for, because I’m not this emotional – well, as you guys know, I mean, I’m usually way ruder, so being emotional isn’t really a bad thing, but, I – uhm.” You sighed, cheeks turning red, moving your hands, frustrated, as you tried to form a proper sentence.

“I just wanted to say that; no matter how difficult and ‘tough’ I was before my accident, never once did I hate you guys. I may have acted snarky and rude, and flinched every time someone touched me, but I’m not heartless. I’m didn’t act cold because I disliked you, I acted cold because I didn’t want to get close to you, you guys just kept pushing and I-I was so scared, I’ve lost so much in my life, and I just – I didn’t want to lose you too.” You stuttered, tears of embarrassment and shame pooling in your eyes, but you forced them back.

“I didn’t want to lose you, because…” you muttered some words under your breath, and Liam smirked as Stiles raised a confused brow.

“What?” Stiles asked obnoxiously, and you snorted, crossing your arms and shaking your head.

“Nothing.” You said, blushing to your ears.

“[Y/N], I’ll tell him if you don’t.” Liam teased, his grin never fading as you somehow managed to blush harder.

Stupid werewolf hearing.

“I said… I didn’t want to lose you, because…” You opened your mouth, about to say the words out loud. The words that had been caught on your dying breath.

Suddenly the door slammed open, and a flustered looking Scott burst in, a little wrapped box in his hand, and some corny ‘get well’ balloons in the other.

“Sorry – I was outside and listening for about 5 minutes because you were acting really cute but I didn’t want to miss what you were about to say because I wanted to see Stile’s face.” Scott rambled, and you glared at him, your entire face red as Lydia, Kira and Malia pooled in behind him.

“Great, now the whole pack’s here.” You grumbled, and you saw the three girls grin at you, everyone shuffling around the small room to find a seat, like some sort of miracle was about to happen.

You took a deep breath, ready to let go of your pride (and also because you knew Liam would tease you for eternity if you didn’t).

“As I was saying… I didn’t want to lose you, because I love you.” There was a long pause, and you didn’t dare up, instead staring down at your intertwined fingers.

“I love all of you.” You continued, holding your breath as you waited for someone to laugh or make a comment.

It was still silent, and you felt tears of panic reach your eyes.

“B-But it’s not like I deserve your love or anything! I mean, I was so rude to you guys, right? Oh- wait! I didn’t mean that I was expecting you guys to love me back or anything! I was just saying that because…” You trailed off, wiping your eyes quickly, and looking back up at them.

They were all smiling, and Stiles looked like he was about to explode out of happiness.

“H-Hey! Don’t look at me like that!” Your face heated up again, and you snapped at Stiles, who was too happy to even care.

Kira, Lydia and Scott were staring at you like you were some sort of confused puppy, and Malia was just smiling softly.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” You asked, slowly, softly.

“Duh – Isn’t it obvious?” Lydia asked, and you blushed further.

“We love you too.” Lydia stated, and you felt tears build in your eyes again, sniffling.

“Aww.” Scott trailed off, tackling you in a hug, causing you to squeak.

Soon Stiles and Liam joined in, and Malia snuck in to the side, quickly joined by Kira and Lydia.

You were stuck in the middle, surrounded by laughter and snide comments to one another.

You closed your eyes, smiling contently.

I love you.

I love all of you.

x end x

There it is! Part 2 is complete! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been busy the past couple days, and not really that inspired, it took a lot of my will power to write this (or a lot of my writer’s power??). lmao I’ll stop now.

Anyways tell me what you guys thought, thank you to all the lovely comments, I love all of you, have a nice day/week/year/life! ❥

Interview ~Dan Howell Imagine~

Hello humans! Oh my goodness, I am SO SORRY it’s been so long since I’ve updated! With going to Playlist Live and meETING DAN AND PHIL (sorry I’m still not over it, they were so tall and sweet and ugh), I’ve been pretty exhausted since I’ve been home. I hope you guys forgive me and I hope you enjoy this! :)

*Not My Gif*

She looked down at her clipboard and went over the questions in her head once more. Before she could finish her review, the studio door opened and the
two handsome men walked in with smiles plastered on their faces.
“Over here, guys!” She waved her hand and greeted them with a smile.
She stood from her chair as they glided over to the two chairs across from her.
“Hello!” Phil said cheerfully.
“Hello, it’s so nice to meet the both of you. You can just sit right here and we’ll get this interview started.” She beamed.
They both nodded and they all took a seat.
Once everyone was comfortable, Y/N pressed the button and the red light on the camera started flashing.
“Hello everyone! My name is Y/N and today I’m interviewing the very handsome, very funny, Dan Howell and Phil Lester!” She exclaimed into the camera.
The both beamed into the camera and said their hellos.
“So, first things first. How is the tour going for you?” She asked as she clicked the pen in her hand.
“Oh my goodness, it’s wonderful!” Phil stated.
“It really is, we’re getting to see all the different parts of America and it’s truly amazing.” Dan added.
“Well, I’m glad you guys are enjoying it. What’s your favorite thing about America so far?”
“Oh definitely the accents.” Dan laughed.
“Really? Do I have an accent?” Y/N laughed along.
“Yeah, but it’s cute.” Dan stopped and his cheeks flushed red.
Phil put his hand over his mouth and tried to cover up his laughter.
“Well thank you.” She blushed.
Dan nodded and sank into his chair from embarrassment.
“So, what shows have you guys been binge watching on Netflix?”
“Sherlock.” They both said in unison.
“No way! Me too!” She smiled.
Y/N, Dan, and Phil continued on with the interview and eventually became comfortable with each other. They all talked and laughed like they had been friends for years.
Even during their break, no one left the room. They all sat in their chairs and discussed their interests and swapped funny stories.
“Well.. it’s been really great interviewing you guys…I almost don’t want you to leave.” She giggled.
“Maybe we should just stay.” Dan smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.
Her cheeks flushed red and Phil looked at both of them. He smirked slightly as he stood up from his chair.
“I’ll be right back, I have to……something.” He lied as he opened the door and left.
Dan and Y/N stared at each in awe before Y/N broke the stare by standing up.
“Thank you so much for the interview. You guys are truly the nicest and funniest people I’ve ever met.” She giggled.
“I could say the same about you…and you happen to be the prettiest person I’ve ever met as well.” He charmed.
She looked down at her shoes, hiding her smile and giggles.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Do you think I could see you again?” He asked sweetly.
She looked back up at him and nodded.
“I’d really like that.” She beamed.
“Great! I’ll call you, Y/N.”
“Can’t wait.”
He smirked and turned away, leaving the studio room.

~Requests are currently closed! (Sorry about that)~

Adam’s face melted into a grin, an expression so unlike his usual one that his features needed to completely shift to accomodate it.

“So you don’t do anything quiet, do you?”

The way he said it, she could tell that he was impressed with her the way men were usually impressed with Orla. Blue very much liked that, especially since she hadn’t had to do anything other than be herself to earn it.

“Nothing worth doing.”

“Well,” he said. "I think you’ll find I do pretty much everything quiet. If you can be alright with that, I guess we’ll be fine.“

they were so sweet in the first book ugh.