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The Labyrinth Chapter 30

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.5k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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One Time Thing

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: Smut

Written by: Mik

Laughing as my friend downed her jaeger shot, I let my eyes scan the smoky bar in hopes of a fine piece of good entertainment. Grabbing Y/F/N’s arm as she stumbled, I stood her up right, all while keeping my eyes roaming. Coming to whatever nearest bar to the crappy rundown motel in whatever weird town we happened to find ourselves in had become routine for the two of us. Like clockwork.

But then again, I didn’t mind. It was a nice piece of normalcy in our otherwise crazy lives. Being a hunter had its cons, but besides the almost dying on a daily, the constant looking over your shoulder, taking on demons, vampires, shape-shifters, ghouls and ghosts, and never having a home… it was not as bad as some people made it seem.

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The Name Game

 Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn and Y/N find out the sex of their baby. Though the news is happy, the two cannot, for the life of them, agree on a name. 

Warnings: None! Super cute and fluffy. 

Word Count: 6,937


If this were any other Saturday in Florida, Finn and Y/N could have been found doing a number of things. 

One, they probably could have been lounging poolside while the sun beat down heavy on their skin. 

Two, they could have been throwing a spur of the moment barbecue for them and all their friends, drinking like frat stars until one wound up with their head in the toilet while the other giggled and took embarrassing photos to post throughout the locker rooms the next live event; normally it was Y/N who couldn’t handle all her liquor, but Finn had his fair share of moments as well.

Three, the two of them could have easily been found locked in his air-conditioned condo, tangled up in the cool, white sheets while fingers and mouths explored the soft, bare skin each knew all too well. 

If this were any other Saturday, life for them would be completely simple.

But, this Saturday was different, and this mid-August day was one that neither saw coming so soon. 

It was supposed to be a traditional routine; date, get engaged, marry, and then maybe have a few children. 

Y/N should have known nothing was going to be traditional with Finn. Hell, the first time they’d locked eyes had been nowhere near traditional. 

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Ankle Biter | 01

pairing: taehyung x reader - single dad! au

warnings/genre: major fluff, major angst, smut eventually I’m sure because of my thirsty ass

summary: You swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets. 

words: 2.6k

playlist | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

moodboards: before & after

The day he started coming in was almost a year ago, big hand gripping little hand as he dragged who you assumed to be his son, through the crowd of people at the door and weaving through the occupied tables.

He stood in front of the register, holding the kid in one arm and pointing to the menu with his other. “The regular one? Or-oh, you want the strawberry one? One strawberry milk, please. Oh, and a coffee - black, and, Taeji, do you want the blueberry or chocolate muffin?”

Your coworker, a frumpy, grouchy old woman, took the father and son’s order before monotonously repeating the total and barking at you to get the order together. You watched curiously as the duo stood in front of the pick-up counter, the little boy grabbing onto his dad’s hair and giggling. They shared the same nose, and boxy smile, and it made you smile at how sweet the image was.

You set down the order - the coffee, the strawberry milk with a fun, plastic bendy straw and the chocolate muffin the little boy had decided on. “Oh, say thank you Taeji.” The man said, looking up at you and nodding his thanks while handing the package to his son and grabbing both drinks. You stood behind the counter, wondering if you should have offered to help carry the drinks, but watched silently as he put Taeji down in a booth and sat across from him. He stared at the little boy with such intensity you thought he might burst.

The kid’s dad sat back, running his hands through his hair. If you could see stress, this man was radiating it and you could feel it from across the cafe. He looked on at the kid while he happily sat on his knees, muffin stuffed in his mouth and crumbs all over the table you know you’d be cleaning up later. The little boy looked happy, so what was the problem?

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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 7 FINALE (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff, Mild angst, & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

A/N: FINALLLYYYY! I PRESENT TO YOU THE LONG-AWAITED (and pretty insanely lengthy) FINALE TO THIS SERIES!! Thanks again for being so patient and supportive during a rough few weeks :) I placed a “Keep Reading” link so as usual if it isn’t opening, shoot me a message ~ Good luck & Enjoy!

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

          You yawned and rolled over, feeling soft covers encompass your body as you did so. You smiled, silently praising Jungkook for not leaving you without a blanket. But the silent serenity you were experiencing was suddenly disrupted by the feeling of someone else shifting beside you, and a familiar yet unexpected grunt was heard shortly afterwards. Hurriedly, your eyes flew open and your hand had to clasp over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming.

           There, in front of you, was none other than a shirtless Kim Namjoon.

           Your eyes widened, trying to make sure you were in fact, wide awake. And then, as you tried to piece together the current situation, vague fragments of last night began flitting into your consciousness. Slowly, trying not to make a noise or stir Namjoon awake, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table. Your hands sped across your keyboard angrily.

           Y/N: “WHY AM I IN BED WITH NAMJOON??!”

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Stiles- I’ll Always Want This

Request-  Hello, can I request a imagine where the reader is Scott’s human little sister (15 years) and hunter kidnap her and torture her to get information out of Scott so the whole pack tries to find her.

A/N- So I kind of did my own thing with this, but I hope you like it! Sorry I’ve been so inactive guys, I’ve been catching up on a lot of things now that I have some free time. Enjoy!

You pulled back the blinds of your living room window, watching as your brother Scott’s dirtbike disappeared down the street. The neighborhood was dark for a few brief seconds after he rounded the corner, but soon a pair of headlights was shining up your driveway.
You broke into a grin and pulled open the door, and slipped out into the warm summer air. The lights were so bright in your eyes that you couldn’t see his face when he hopped out of the car, but the familiar silhouette of the jeep told you that Stiles was there, and he was there for you.
He met you halfway after you bounded down the steps, and tugged you close to him. “Scott’s gone?”
You nodded, and his lips quirked up. Scott wasn’t there to see him lean in and press his lips to yours, but Stiles knew that if he had been, he would kill him. Especially considering the way he was kissing you, which was not church, child, or brother appropriate.
Scott knew you two had always been close, he just didn’t know exactly how close. It hadn’t been going on for a long time, and it all started after Stiles came back from the Wild Hunt, but you knew Scott would be upset either way.
Stiles wasn’t sure what it was about being forgotten that had changed his perspective, but he did know that everything was different. He was getting older and he was growing, but so were you. You were no longer just Scott’s baby sister. You were strong, and you were beautiful, and Stiles couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized how he felt before.
You had been a constant in his life ever since he met Scott, and the thought of you forgetting him had sent him into a panic, especially considering you had been with him the night he disappeared. The way you had thrown yourself into his arms when he got back was just enough to seal the deal for him, and make him realize that he didn’t have anything to lose by telling you how he felt.
There was nothing you could do but kiss him when he confessed, and while you felt the same way about each other, you both agreed that you had to keep it a secret from Scott. Your brother was protective, and Stiles was afraid that it would destroy their friendship. After everything they had been through together, you agreed that couldn’t happen.
Maybe meeting him in secret when Scott left the house was a little sneaky, but you couldn’t just tell your brother the truth. He would kill you, and then he would kill Stiles, and then none of you would be happy. It was much better-and safer-for you and Stiles to keep your relationship a secret. After all, what Scott didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
When you finally pulled away from Stiles in the driveway, he was wearing a goofy smile on his face. “So where are we going tonight?”
“I was thinking I’d surprise you,” he told you.
You smiled. “Okay, can I have a hint?”
Stiles thought for a minute. “We’ll have the place all to ourselves.”
You raised your eyebrows. “You’re not planning on taking me out to the woods and murdering me are you?”
Stiles gave a sigh of exasperation. “Y/n, come on, you’re ruining the surprise. You can’t do that.”
You rolled your eyes, and Stiles grinned. “Come on. You’re too cute to murder. Besides, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass anyway. You’d probably end up dumping my body in the woods.”
“You always say the sweetest things, Stiles.”
“Come on, Smartass,” he told you with a roll of his eyes. “I’m about to blow your mind.”
You laughed and followed him to the jeep. “We’ll see.”

You watched the trees blur past you in the darkness as you stared out the window of the jeep. Stiles gave your hand a squeeze, and you glanced back at him.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you said softly. “I’m just thinking.”
“About what?” he asked.
“Just…you guys leaving, and my senior year.”
“It’s not as bad as it seems,” Stiles assured you. “I mean, at least you probably won’t have your memories erased again. Lightning never strikes twice in the same place and all that.”
You scoffed, and muttered “It does in Beacon Hills.”
Stiles gave your hand another comforting squeeze. “It’ll be alright. I know for a fact you can take care of yourself. You don’t need me.”
You looked over at him, meeting his brown eyes. “I think we’ve already agreed that I do.”
Stiles opened his mouth to reply, but a pair of headlights caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “Huh.”
“What?” you questioned, turning around in your seat.
“Just that car behind us,” he told you. “No one really comes here. Like ever.”
“Well, we’re out here,” you said, looking back through the windshield at the winding back road.
A dark car was following behind you, but it was impossible to tell the color on the dimly lit backroad. You noticed it was keeping its distance, but something about it set Stiles on edge.
“Well, yeah, but I’m surprising you with the best date ever.”
“Maybe they’re doing that too.”
“I just didn’t think many people knew about this place,” he said casually, although you could hear the suspicious undertone in his voice.
“Stiles,” you said softly. “Nothing bad is going to happen.”
He swallowed. “I know. It’s just…I just…”
“It’s hard not to be worried,” you agreed. “After everything that happened, I totally get that.”
“I’m ruining this date, aren’t I?” he asked with a frown.
“No,” you promised him. “You’re not. But I want you to know that tonight is our night. There’s no Scott, no supernatural disasters…just you and me.”
Stiles smiled softly. “I like the sound of that.”
You drove for a few more minutes, and then Stiles took a turn down an even smaller dirt road. As the jeep bounced across the dirt, that car that had been behind you continued down the road and disappeared from sight. You looked over at Stiles.
“See? They’re probably just going camping or something.”
You watched as the tension disappeared from his shoulders, and his grip on the steering wheel loosened. “Yeah.”
He drove down the road for what felt like forever, the radio crackling peacefully between you. It might have seemed strange to be comforted by the noise of a police radio, but the sound reminded you of Stiles, and every moment you had shared in the jeep. It was a sound that told you that, even if it was just for the moment, everything was okay.
Stiles finally turned the wheel and pulled to a stop of the middle of a field. It was a small clearing, and you were a little confused as to why he had just stopped in an empty field, but when you got out of the car, you gasped.
Stiles ran around the jeep, and pulled open the door for you, and as your feet hit the grass, the view alone was enough to cause your sharp intake of breath. Hundreds of stars were shining above you, clear as the light of day.
“Do you like it?” Stiles asked softly.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.
“My mom used to take me out here whenever I had a bad day. We’d lay on top of the jeep, and she’d tell me all the stories of how the stars got their names.”
“Can we?” you asked thickly, glancing over at the jeep.
Stiles grinned. “Of course.”
He climbed onto the hood and held out a hand to help you up, and when you took it, he yanked you up next to him. You followed him onto the roof and he laid back, patting the spot on the metal next to him.
You carefully laid down and scooted closer, letting out a small sigh of content. Stiles wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and he smiled down at you.
“Do you know any of them?” Stiles asked, gesturing toward the sky.
“Just the big and little dippers,” you told him.
He pointed above you. “That one right there? That’s Orion’s Belt.”
“Orion? Like the Greek hunter guy?”
“Yep,” he told you. “He loved the goddess Artemis. She was this badass huntress warrior…kind of a righteous bitch too, but Orion loved her. The story says that her brother, Apollo, didn’t like that. So one day, he dares Orion that he can’t swim out to a spot in the ocean. Then he goes to Artemis, and he’s like ‘Hey, Sis, bet you can’t hit that tiny speck in the ocean.’ And she’s, like, the goddess of archery, so of course she does, but then, his body washes up onto shore and she realizes she just killed Orion.”
“Oh my god,” you whispered. “That’s terrible.”
“There are a few different versions of the story,” Stiles explained. “But they all end the same way. Artemis realizes what she’s done, and she wants to save Orion, but it’s too late. So she takes his body, and she places it with the stars…like a memorial.”
“That’s not a bad way to be remembered,” you said softly. “With the stars.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Apollo was a pretty awful brother if you ask me. I mean, if Scott found out about us, I’d rather just have him kill me to my face, you know?”
You smacked his arm. “Stiles!”
“What?” he asked.
“He wouldn’t do that,” you grumbled. “He’d probably try to kick your ass, and he’d lock me in my room forever, but I doubt he’d try to trick me into killing you. He’s not that smart.”
“He’s a lot smarter than you think,” Stiles informed you.
“Well, he hasn’t found out about us,” you pointed out.
“Yeah…but what are we gonna do when I leave?” he asked you.
“It’ll be pretty easy to keep quiet when you’re not around,” you said softly.
Stiles blinked, and swallowed harshly. “Do you wanna break up?”
“What?” you demanded, staring at him wide-eyed. “Do you?”
“No, no, no,” he said quickly. “God, Y/n, we just got started. I hate having to leave you. I hate that I won’t be here with you, but I’m gonna be halfway across the country. I just want to make sure that you still want this.”
“Stiles,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “I’ll always want this. I’ll always want you.”
You pushed yourself up on your elbows and moved toward him, and when you pressed your lips to his, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He slid his fingers up to gently cup your cheek, and you shifted closer to him, until you were practically on top of him.
Crickets chirped around you in the summer night, and there was nothing but the sound of you, and Stiles, and the woods. You remembered all the summer nights you had spent with him, most of them before you were even together. Scott was usually there, begging you to leave them alone, but Stiles never minded when you tagged alone. He called you the three musketeers.
“They didn’t have a girl,” Scott would grumble.
“They do now,” you had told him, sticking your tongue out at him.
You would have given anything just to live in of those moments again, before all of the supernatural creatures and the death. So many things had changed, and you weren’t going to lie. It scared you.
Your world has shifted so much in the past few years, and you had no doubt that it would continue to twist and turn. You liked to think you handled it in stride, granted, with a lot of tears and blood, but still. With your brother and Stiles leaving, you were going to be the oldest in the pack. You were going to be wise one, the experienced one, and it hadn’t been so long ago that you had been the youngest.
Being without Stiles to guide you scared the wits out of you, and you weren’t so sure you could handle Beacon Hills without him. You had already seen how well that had gone when the ghost riders took him away.
It might have been terrifying, but the one thing you knew was that you had Liam, Hayden and Mason to have your back. Even Malia might still be there, because she was deciding on whether or not to leave and join Braeden with her mercenary work. The more you thought about it, and the more you melted into Stiles’ arms, you began to feel like maybe this wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe it was the beginning.
“Stiles,” you whispered suddenly, disconnecting your lips.
“Is everything okay?” he asked breathlessly.
You nodded. “It’s just…I want you to know I love you.”
His brown eyes went wide, and he sputtered with his words for a few seconds. “Y-you mean that?”
You took a deep breath and started to reply, but the crunch of tires on dried grass caused you to look up. Another car was pulling into the field, and in the few seconds it took you to disentangle yourself from Stiles, you realized it looked eerily similar to the car from before.
Stiles sat up on the roof next to you, and he squinted at the car. “Y/n, get in the car.”
“What?” you asked nervously. “Stiles, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I don’t like it.”
He quickly and calmly slid down from the roof, offering you a hand down. The slamming of doors made you jump, and before you could make a move for the doors, you could see two huge shapes heading toward you and Stiles.
“Stay behind me,” he whispered, holding out an arm in front of you. “Can I help you guys with something?”
Now that they were closer, you could see that there were two men, both large and muscular, walking toward the jeep.
“Yeah, actually,” one of them called, stopping in the grass. “We’re looking for someone. Someone named Scott.”
You bristled, but you said nothing. Stiles shrugged. “Uh, Scott who? That’s a pretty popular name in this town.”
“Scott McCall,” he told Stiles. “Know him?”
Stiles shook his head. “Sorry, don’t know him. I doubt he’d be out here anyway.”
“What about you?” the second man asked, looking over at you.
You shook your head. “No idea. Sorry.”
“Really?” the guy asked. “I didn’t think someone could forget their own brother that easily.”
Every muscle in Stiles’ body went taut, and a chill ran down your spine. “Scott’s not here, okay? Whatever you want from him-”
“We want her.”
You moved closer to Stiles, eyeing the men in the dark. They were both looking at you, and you guessed whatever they wanted you for wasn’t exactly pleasant.
“I can’t help you.”
The first man laughed. “I think you can, Ms. McCall.”
Stiles stepped all the way in front of you. “She said she can’t.”
The man smirked, and glanced over at you. No sooner had you wondered what he was so smug about than you were ripped off your feet with a shriek. A thick, meaty hand clamped over your mouth, and Stiles whirled around with shock on his face. His eyes widened at the third man struggling to keep a hold on you. He must have been hiding farther away and sneaked over from the trees.
You were kicking out and scratching him, trying to wriggle free, and he seemed to be shocked you were fighting so hard. It took Stiles less than a second to rip open the back door of the jeep and yank out his aluminum baseball bat. The two other men stepped forward, and Stiles swung wildly, catching on of them in the face.
Seeing him fight stirred up something inside you as well, and you brought your fingers up and swiped your nails across your captor’s face. He yelped and dropped you as you scratched his eyes, and you hit the ground with a thud. You tried to scramble forward, your fingers digging into the dirt, but he picked you back up and slammed you down.
You let out a yelp, and Stiles glanced over in worry. You felt your heart sink, and while he was distracted, one of the other men grabbed the baseball bat in his hands and brought it up to slam into his forehead. You screamed as Stiles hit the ground, blood streaming from his head.
Even after everything you had seen, you had never stopped being terrified at the sight of your friends bleeding out. You tried to crawl toward him, but the man simply dragged you up from the ground and held your arms behind you.
You struggled, your eyes still on Stiles, but soon the other two men were walking toward you. The one who had hit Stiles dropped the bat on the ground with a thump, and you flinched at the sound.
You glared up at them as they came over. The man who seemed like the leader pursed his lips.
“Sorry it had to happen like this, Y/n. It was supposed to go much smoother. We were planning on taking you from your house when your brother left, but then Romeo here showed up.”
He gestured to Stiles, and your narrowed your eyes. “What do you want from me?”
“Information,” he told you simply. “You tell us how your brother’s powers can be taken, and we leave you here so you can drive your boyfriend to the hospital. I’d be surprised if that hit hasn’t given him brain damage…unless he already had it before. He seemed pretty stupid to me.”
“This is how you’re planning to get information from me?” you finally asked weakly. “Great tactic. You’re gonna have to try again though.”
“Alright, how about this?”
You weren’t prepared for the jolt you felt when his fist met with your cheek, but you would later realize you should have been. You tasted blood as you looked back up at him, raising your eyebrows.
“You’re gonna have to try a little harder than that,” you slurred through the blood.
He raised his eyebrows, looking over at his buddies. “Did you hear that guys? She said harder.”
The second one grinned. “We can show her harder.”
He stepped forward, curling his right hand into a fist, and to your credit, you didn’t close your eyes. You did look away though, and the last thing you saw before you blacked out was Stiles, lying unconscious in the field. If you ignored all the blood, you could almost imagine that he was peacefully asleep, so that was what you did. He was the last thought on your mind when you felt that final, jarring hit, and despite the situation, it made you feel a little less terrified.

Stiles woke up with a gasp, sweat pooling on his forehead, along with one sticky, familiar substance. He held a hand to his head and squinted down at the blood on it, and that was when he noticed the bat glinting in the corner of his eye. His eyes landed in the bloody weapon, and when he pushed himself weakly to his feet, everything came back to him.
He stumbled as he took in the jeep, the field, and the stars. You had been with him. You had been behind him when they grabbed you and ripped you away from him, and he remembered your scream before the blow to his head.
He looked around the field, trying to find you, or the men, but their car was gone.
“Y/n!” he screamed. He knew it was unlikely that you were still there, but he knew he had to try anyway.
“Y/n! Y/n!”
His voice was ragged and broken, and as he stood there in the dark, the stars shining above him, he knew this was his fault. He had taken you out here, and someone had taken you.
He leaned against the jeep and pulled out his phone, knowing he would have to call Scott. He dialed his number and allowed himself a sigh of relief when his best friend picked up.
“What’s up man?”
“Scott,” he breathed. “S-something’s wrong. Where are you?”
“I’m at Liam’s,” he told him. “Why? What happened?”
“Y/n…she…someone took her.”
“What?” Scott cried. “From the house?”
“No, no we…we were outside. I took her out to look at the stars. Someone followed us into the woods. They-they took her, Scott. I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.”
“Stiles,” Scott said suddenly. “Why were you with my sister?”
“I-Scott, why does it matter?” he asked. “We have to find her.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll call the others. You’re in the field, right? We’ll meet you there.”
“Yeah. Just hurry,” Stiles breathed. “I-I don’t know how long I’ve been out. She could be anywhere by now.”
“She’s my sister, Stiles,” Scott reminded him firmly. “We’ll find her.”

“How many were there?” Scott asked, staring down at Stiles as he sat on the hood of the
“Three,” he said, wincing as Lydia pressed a piece of gauze to his head. “Two of them
came from a car, and I think one of them must have been watching from the woods, because he came up and grabbed her from behind.”
“Did they hurt her?” Scott demanded.
“I didn’t see it,” Stiles admitted. “But when I woke up up and went over there was blood on the ground. It’s probably hers.”
“It is,” Liam admitted softly, coming over with Malia in tow. “It’s hers. It’s not a lot though…so isn’t that a good thing?”
“They took her for a reason,” Stiles said bitterly. “They said they were looking for you at first, but I think they just wanted her. They were probably following us since the moment I picked her up.”
“Why was she with you?” Scott asked. “Why didn’t she tell me you two were hanging out?”
Lydia glanced down at Stiles, her green eyes cautious and knowing. “I’m going to see if I can feel anything where she was taken.”
She gestured to Malia and Liam. “Maybe the three of us can put the pieces together.”
Stiles watched as they walked away, and then glanced back at Scott, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes.
“Stiles,” he said, accusation in his tone. “Why was my sister with you?”
Stiles swallowed and closed his eyes. “I was taking her out to look at the stars. It was supposed to be date.”
“What?” Scott demanded. “Why were you taking her on a date?”
“Because she’s my girlfriend, Scott,” Stiles said, a hint of bitterness in his tone. “She has been since I got back.”
Before he could blink, Scott was grabbing him by the throat and slamming him down onto the hood of the jeep. “You were dating my sister without telling me?! You-you did this behind my back!”
“Scott-” he choked. “It wasn’t-it wasn’t like how you’re thinking-”
“She’s my little sister!” he snarled. “And you took her out here, and now she’s gone.”
“Stop it!” Malia cried, appearing suddenly and yanking Scott away from Stiles. “This isn’t
going to help us find her. You have a right to be mad, but honestly, you’re the only one who didn’t know about it.”
“What?” Scott cried.
“It was kind of obvious,” Liam admitted. “We just thought you’d figure it out on your own.”
Scott huffed, and turned away. He didn’t look at Stiles once. “Did Lydia find anything?”
Malia shook her head. “Nothing more than we already know. Just that she’s still alive.”
Stiles moved away from the jeep. “She has to feel something. There has to be something.”
He walked over to the Banshee, who simply shook her head sadly at him. “Stiles-”
“Scream,” he ordered.
“Lydia, please,” he begged. “I know we might not find anything, but it’s worked before. Can you please try?”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “Cover your ears.”
She glanced back toward the rest of the Pack and said the same thing to them, and when she was sure they were doing it, she opened her mouth. Stiles watched painfully as the air rippled around her, and when she finally stopped, she looked around slowly.
“Do you-”
“Shh,” she shushed him, holding up her hand.
She closed her eyes, and soon the crackling of static began to fill her ears. She slowly turned around, and Stiles and the others watched as she walked back through the field toward them. Her sandals crunched in the dry grass as she made her way over to the jeep, and yanked open the door.
“Lydia, what is i-”
“Shh!” she hissed, trying desperately to understand something only she could hear. ”It’s the radio.”
She closed her eyes and leaned down toward the radio, listening as the static slowly began to morph into a sweet, familiar voice.
Let go of me, you were slurring. You sounded barely conscious, and Lydia felt nervousness fluttering in the pit of her stomach.
Look familiar? She heard another voice ask.
In her mind, you let out a weak, bitter laugh. ‘Course it’s this place. Everything that happened down here…and for years we never even knew it was here.’
The banshee static suddenly went silent, and Lydia opened her eyes. “No, no, no,” she whispered. “Come on. Come on.”
She reached forward the fumble with the channels on the radio, but all she could hear was silence. She was so close. She had heard you, and now you were gone.
“Lydia,” a voice finally said.
She looked up to see Malia placing her hand over hers, stopping her fingers from roaming over the buttons. She met the Coyote’s eyes, and she noticed a hint of regret in them.
“It’s not even on,” she said softly.
“I heard her,” Lydia said firmly, glancing over at the others. “She sounded like she might have been hurt, but she was alive.”
“What did she say?” Scott demanded. “Did she say anything about who took her? Or where she is?”
Lydia shook her head. “Not about who took her, but someone did ask if wherever they were looked familiar. And she said ‘Of course it’s this place. After everything that happened down here, and we never even knew it was here.’”
“Everything that happened here…” Scott said softly.
“In Beacon Hills?” Liam asked skeptically. “That could be anywhere. I mean, name one place here that hasn’t had some supernatural attack.”
“You can’t,” Malia stated bitterly. “So it looks like we’re back to square one.”
“Wait, wait,” Stiles spoke up suddenly. He had been gripping the door of the jeep and staring at Lydia as she listened, and he refused to believe that what she heard couldn’t help. “Were those her exact words? She said ‘everything that happened down here’?”
Lydia nodded. “She said ‘down’.”
“How many places have we almost died in that are underground?” Stiles asked.
“Well there was Malia’s coyote den,” Scott said. “The one you almost froze to death in. But I doubt they’d take her there.”
“The tunnels at Oak Creek,” Lydia suggested.
“And the tunnels under the town,” Stiles said firmly.
“The ones under the town make the most sense,” Liam offered. “I mean if you wanted to torture someone for information without anyone to hear, that would be the best place, right?”
Stiles and Scott shot a glare at him, and he swallowed nervously. “Sorry.”
“He’s got a point,” Malia pointed out. “The Dread Doctors did it.”
“But those tunnels stretch for miles,” Lydia protested. “She could be anywhere.”
“We can find her,” Stiles swore, stepping forward. “If we have to search all night, if we have to search for days, months…we’re going to find her.”
Stiles said it so firmly and with so much conviction that Scott looked over at him in shock. He met his brown eyes, but Stiles simply nodded at him.
“We’re going to find her,” he repeated softly.
“He’s right,” Scott confirmed. “Stiles, where do we start?”
Stiles raised his eyebrows. “Uh, well, I guess…I guess we would start with the closest entrance. There aren’t any around here, but there must be some sewers off the main roads.”
“We can split up,” Malia suggested. “Me, Liam and Lydia can take one way, and you two can take another. We’ll follow her scent.”
“We should probably stop at my house so I can get you something with her scent,” Scott said.
“Hold on,” Stiles, walking over to pull open the backdoor of the jeep.
He reached in and pulled out a balled up piece of fabric, and handed it over to Scott. Your brother recognized it as one of your favorite jackets.
“She, uh, she forgot it in here a couple days ago,” Stiles explained. “It should still smell like her though.”
“It does,” Malia assured him, pulling it from Scott’s hands. “It’s more than enough. Come on, guys. Let’s find her.”
She gestured to Liam and Lydia, and they followed her over to her car. Scott watched as they drove off toward the tunnels, and then he turned to Stiles. “Dude, look-”
“I’m sorry we lied to you,” Stiles interrupted. “We just didn’t know how to tell you. But,
Scott, you have to trust me when I say I never wanted anything to happen to your sister. I love her, dude. I didn’t even get the chance to tell her that either. But she told me. And…and I didn’t even get to say it back.”
“Stiles,” Scott said softly. “I trust you. I trust you more than anyone. I mean, I wish you would have told me. But I know you’d never let anything happen to her if you could help it. That gash on your head is proof. I trust you, dude. And we’re going to get my sister back.”
Stiles nodded and Scott clapped him on the back. “Let’s do it.”

“We’re gonna try this again, Y/n.”
You closed your eyes in exhaustion, but rough fingers digging into your chin caused them to flutter open. “I didn’t say we were finished here.”
“Really?” you mumbled. “Because I’m a little sick of looking at your face. Not very pleasant, y’know?”
The sharp crack of his palm across your face jarred you out of your stupor, and you glared at him. You fidgeted in the chair you were tied to, straightening up to look him in the eyes. His buddies were sitting against the wall playing cards, and here he was, beating the hell out of you.
It was true he wasn’t the most pleasant to look at, and he had a big ugly scar across his forehead. You had taken to calling him Scarface, because through your daze, it was kind of hard to keep all three men straight. You had learned they were hunters who were after your brother for some reason, but then again, who wasn’t?
“Someone tried to steal your brother’s power,” he continued. “How did they do it?”
“So many ways,” you whispered weakly. “None of them worked. I can’t help you.”
“How did they try?” Scarface demanded. “Think, Y/n.”
“Why does it matter?” you asked. “You’re not going to do it.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he told you, yanking you back by your hair.
You swallowed, nearly retching on the coppery taste of the blood in your mouth. “I’m giving you one more chance, Y/n. Your brother is a threat to a lot of good people. People who stop the monsters.”
“That’s exactly what Scott does,” you protested. “And he might be a werewolf, but people like you? You’re the real monsters.”
Scarface chuckled at you, and reached into his jacket to pull out a pocketknife. He flicked it open and crouched in front of you. “You wanna find out just how right you are?”
Exhausted and not in the mood to watch yourself being tortured, you closed your eyes. You could hear him taunting you, but you were too tired to care what he had to say. All he wanted to do was torture you, so you simply tuned out…or at least you tried to.
At the sound of yelling, you opened your eyes to find that the two other hunters had abandoned the card game and were now fighting two snarling blurs of claws and fangs. Malia and Liam were fighting them tooth and nail, and your heart swelled at the fact that they were fighting for you.
Scarface raised the knife and whirled around to you, but before he could touch you, he was knocked off his feet by an ear-splitting scream.
Lydia grinned as he slammed into the wall, and then she hurried over from the doorway.
“Lydia?” you croaked. “How? How did you know where I was?”
“I heard you,” she told you with a smile. “Don’t worry, Scott and Stiles are close.”
“Stiles,” you whispered. “Is he okay?”
“He’ll be better once he knows you’re safe.”
Scarface jumped to his feet and snatched his knife from the dirty floor, but before he could take another step, a familiar, snarling shape was storming into the room. Your eyes widened as Scott crossed the space between them in about two seconds.
You were expecting some of kind of massive fight, a lot like the boss battles in Stiles’ video games or the ones you had encountered before. Instead, this fight lasted less than a minute, if you could even call it an actual fight.
Scott stepped forward and caught the man’s arm before he could stab him, and the sickening scream of pain you heard told you your brother had just snapped his arm. He slammed him into the cement wall with a thump, and then Scarface was back on the ground, out cold.
While all this was happening, Stiles had darted into the room and gone right for you. “Y/n!” he breathed, his voice breaking when he caught sight of the blood on your face.
“I’m okay,” you tried to tell him. “I-think I’m okay.”
“God,” he whispered, pulling out a pocketknife and handing it to Lydia.
The Banshee cut your bindings, and soon you were spilling forward and into Stiles arms. He held you against his chest and you buried your head in his shoulder as he ran a hand down your back.
“I’m so sorry,” he told you. “I let them take you.”
“You didn’t,” you said in his ear. “Stiles, you tried to save me. You’re always trying to save me.”
“Yeah, well you saved me,” he said softly. “I’d die without you.”
You scoffed and pulled away to look into his eyes. “You’d be fine.”
“No,” he argued. “I wouldn’t. Y/n, what you said last night…I wanted to say it too. I just didn’t have time.”
“Stiles, you don’t have to-”
“No,” he repeated. “I love you, Y/n McCall. I’ve loved you since we were kids. It just took me way too long to realize it.”
Your eyes widened, and you looked over at Scott, who had walked over. Instead of the predicted outrage on his face, he simply smiled and gave you an encouraging nod. You mouthed ‘Thank you’ and turned back to Stiles, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tight.
You sat there together on the dirty floor, wrapped in each other’s arms as Malia and Liam finally finished off the other two hunters. Everything was silent for a few brief moments, and before the chaos of reunion started, you took those few peaceful moments to lean in close and whisper in his ear.
“I love you too.”

Crawl • Justin Foley

Justin Foley x Reader

Prompt: You and Justin were like fire and gasoline. You knew exactly how to push his buttons and he knew just how to make your skin crawl. What was meant to be a simple argument turned into a break-up, but that’s okay because you knew just how to make him come back.

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Tour Guide - Philip Hamilton x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1399

Ship: Philip Hamilton x reader

warnings: none ! <3

this is kinda a mix of a modern!Philip and a Philip lives AU??? anyways lots of fluffly fluff as usual. also like always, requests are hella open

Originally posted by fandomxoverload

Coming from a lower-than-middle class family, you could see why volunteering had become such a detrimental part of your adult life. Your whole family had come together and scraped up everything they could to get you a better future.

With their encouragement and support, your recently published children’s book series was lucky enough to become a hot commodity among parents. It was funny, most of the moms and dads that picked it up were surprised to hear that you had no kids of your own. You weren’t ready for kids, it was as simple as that. If you had a child, how could you have any spare time with your non-stop life?

It made sense to you at least.

You’re life had become you rushing from one promotional book signing to another, so when your publisher offered you a chance to do a reading at a downtown orphanage, you jumped at the chance, hence why you were now stuffed in a fancy car with Stephanie who was an executive from the publishing house, your books and some donations for the kids. Stephanie was currently giving you a debrief of what you were to say and do, but you could care less as you zoned out.

She sure loved to talk.

“Okay, we’re here!” Stephanie said, clasping her hands together to get your attention.

You got out of the car and stretched before gazing up at the brooding old building in front of you. You didn’t even have time to take your own step as Stephanie was already yanking you along into the orphanage.

In the foyer stood a beautiful older woman who looked to be in her fifties giving you a kind smile and offering her hand to shake. “Y/N, it’s so great to have you here, the kids are so excited. I’m Eliza by the way.”

“Is there anybody who can help get the stuff out of the car? These stilettos are killing me.” Stephanie asked before swiftly picking up her phone and walking away to take a call.

You and Eliza shared a look before she walked over to a set of aged winding stairs. “Philip, Can you give our visitor a tour? I just have to go help unload”

Footsteps came barrelling down the stairs as a freckle-y man with a head of wild hair who looked to be about your age hopped off the last set with a bounce. “Sure, Ma. who’s the guest?”

Before you could draw attention to yourself he had already spotted you and he coolly walked over to you,

Coolly, until he tripped, that is.

You were quick enough to catch him before he made acquaintance with the floor. He blushed madly and mumbled a “thanks” as you giggled, helping him get stable.

“Y/N, This is my son-”

“Philip Hamilton.” he interrupted eagerly, shooting you a slightly embarrassed smile.

Eliza rolled her eyes in good nature, giving the two of you a knowing smile. “Yes, as i was saying, Philip here helps out here when he’s not in college. He’s honestly my saving grace.”

“Aw shucks ma, thanks.” he exclaimed with a cheesy grin, walking over to his mom to place a kiss on her cheek before he spun around to you. “Why don’t we get started on that tour?”

He had opted to avoid the top level, explaining to you that the younger kids were napping, but he brought you around to the dining hall, the kitchen, and the washrooms before you finally spoke up.

“What prompted your mother to take up responsibility for this place?” you asked, leaning on the door frame as you examined the beautiful dated detailing in the paint job.

“Ma decided this was the best way to remember my Pa. He woulda’ loved it here.” he smiled sadly looking around the room.

“I’m so sorry, Philip.” you gushed, feeling rather insensitive.

“Don’t worry, it was a while ago. besides, his wild spirit definitely lives on in my mom.” he said, shooting a warm smile at you.

You could easily see the similarities of him and his mother just in their good nature and kind smiles.

Small footsteps padded through the halls as a little blur raced past your peripheral.

Philip was alerted to a small fist tugging on the hem of his hoodie.

“What’re you doing up, Olivia? It’s nap time.” he spoke softly, squatting down to her height, ruffling her hair causing a giggle to bubble at her lips as she swatted at his hands.

“Uncle Philly, I had a nightmare.” she pouted.

He placed a hand on his hip before he scratched his chin with a perplexed look. “I thought nightmares only happened at night?”

She pouted again “It was a nap-mare.”

“Oh,” he nodded seriously. “That makes sense.”

“Can you play me piano until the others wake up?” she asked

He looked around sneakily. “Okay, but we have the be very quiet, i don’t want you to get caught Miss Eliza” he whispered.

“Okay.” she said in one of those loud ‘kid whispers’

Philip looked up at you from his squatting position before gesturing for Olivia to come close so he could tell her a secret.

She turned to you with a shy smile as she grabbed Philip’s hand. “Are you coming?”

You smiled at her. “If you want me too, Olivia.” her shy smile became a toothy grin and she nodded before tugging Philip out of the room, urging you to follow.

The three of you walked down the hall with Olivia in the middle, holding Philip’s hand.

There was a tug at your sleeve, causing you to look down to the adorable girl.

She looked to you with puppy dog eyes. “Can I hold your hand too?” You nodded causing her to latch onto your hand with her free one.

You smiled as you watched her happily pull you and Philip towards the dining room, looking up only to see Philip smiling at your current situation. He quickly blushed and looked away as the three of you entered the dining room and neared the old church-style piano.

Philip sat down at the piano and you and Olivia settled at two near chairs.

When he first started playing, you were hooked,

but then he began to sing. Your stomach fluttered at his beautiful singing voice as Olivia spoke up quietly.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered.

You nodded and she cupped her hand around her mouth, bringing it closer to your ear. “Philip told me he thinks you’re pretty, but he asked me not to tell you, so you gotta keep it a secret.”

You blushed furiously as she giggled. “Your all pink!”

“Olivia, what are you doing up?” Eliza asked, amused. Philip stopped playing piano and turned to his mom with a sheepish shrug.

She looked to your still blushing face, then to Philip and finally back to Olivia.

“Olivia, why don’t you and I go get everyone else up so Y/N can read us a special story?” Eliza asked, causing the little girl to jump out of her seat and run to her.

Once they were gone, Philip got up and turned to you nervously. “Did you like it?-My playing? It’s kinda a hobby of mine. I picked up when I was young, I didn’t think I was going to sing but I-I guess the moment felt right-”

You cut off his rambling with a harmonious laugh. “Philip, you were amazing, you’re incredible.”

“You think so?” he blushed.

You nodded. “Did you really tell Olivia that you thought I was pretty?”

His eyes went as big as saucers and he turned tomato red, starting to ramble about how she wasn’t supposed to tell you that before he cleared his throat and let out an awkward laugh.

“The word I used was gorgeous.” he mumbled at the speed of light.

“What?” you asked, not quite hearing him.

He closed his eyes, clenching his fists nervously. “I think you’re gorgeous and I would really like to take you out on a date, if you would let me.”

His eyes were pulled closed as tight as they could be while you waited a second to answer.

“I’d love to.” you smiled causing his body to relax with a sigh.

“Wrap it up, lovebirds, everyone’s waiting on Y/N.” Stephanie called from the door.

Hands To Myself

(requested by @babymalachai​)

Kai Parker x Reader
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warning : smut
summary : Reader and Kai make a bet  on how long each of them can last without kissing / touching the other.
*not my gif
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Y/N’s head rested on Kai’s shoulder , her fingers drawing figurines on Kai’s bare chest. It still felt like a dream that they were together , beating the odds. All her friends had told her thousands of times ‘Kai is dangerous. He is a sociopath. You will end up dead.’ yet there she was , very much alive and happier than ever. Kai was different when they were together. Whatever monster he was capable of being , it all went away the second he saw her.
“That was awesome.” she said softly , a wide smile on her face. Y/N got up a little pressing her lips to Kai’s. He brushed his palm against her cheek for a moment before rolling on top of her, his lips leaving soft kisses on her jaw line down her neck. “Kai we can’t … I’ll be late for classes.”
“I don’t care. I want you … again and again.” he said ignoring her words and continuing to leave kisses all over her chest , trailing his way back to her lips. “Can’t get enough of you sweetheart. The more I have the more I want.”
“But -”
“Sshhh princess.” he said drowning her in a kiss afterwards. “I’ll compell the professors, they won’t even know you weren’t there.”
Every morning was like this - he wouldn’t let her go no matter what she said. Kai demanded to kiss every square inch of her body before he even let her go get her coffee and even then , he’d still wrap his hands around her waist and not let go off her. Kai was incapable of keeping his hands away from her , thing was … Y/N had the same problem. She rolled on top of him kissing him briefly before getting off the bed.
“You are so irresistable I don’t even know how I get to do something else besides you during the day.” she said putting on her bra. “Bet you can’t keep your hands away from me for more than a week.”
Kai propped himself on his elbows his eyes following her every move as she got dressed. How her fingers carefully did every button of her shirt , pulling the zipper of her skirt afterwards.
“Is that a challenge sweetheart ? Because I bet I can last a lot longer than you.” he said with a smug smirk on his face. “We both know you are the one who can’t keep your hands off me. Like that time we were at the Salvatore’s and you pushed me into Damon’s room when no one was looking. Not to mention the time in the taxi after that party at Skull bar when I had to compell the driver to leave the car to us.”
Y/N gave him the look. “Me ? Really ? How about all the times you sneaked into college and dragged me into the hallway or that time we were at the Grill and your hands just kept finding their way up my skirt.”
Kai laughed. “We can do this all day sweetheart but the truth is I have better self control than you.”
“Proove it.” she said.
“Fine.” said Kai , jumping off the bed and smashing her against the wall , drowning her in a deep passionate kiss before taking a step away from her. “Starting now. No touching. No kissing. No teasing , no nothing.”
Her head was spinning from Kai’s kiss just now. “Done. Lets see who breaks first.”
“It won’t be me sweetheart.”
“Are you still making me breakfast or ?”
“Yeah , of course. Can’t have my girl starving for me and for food too.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and for a second she nearly grabbed his hand towards the kitchen. Kai was looking at her with an amused expression as her hand stood frozen barely an inch from his.
“See , I told you you are the one who can’t keep her hands away from me for more than a second.” he grinned. “I am like a fever you can’t shake.”
“Ugh … You know what , I’ll just grab something on my way.” she said grabbing her phone from the nightstand. “See you tonight.”
Y/N took a few steps in the hallway , stopping for a moment before popping her head back in the bedroom. “OH and … figure out some boundary spell that would keep us away from each other while sleeping … unless you want to sleep on the couch.” she said winking at him. Kai had a shocked expression on his face realising what the bet had meant.
“Damn … didn’t see that one coming.” he muttered to himself sitting on the edge of their shared bed starring at the door where just a few moments ago had been Y/N.

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Originally posted by midnightinparis

Originally posted by ilovemarrish

Request: Well, I wanted to know if you could make a history with Parrish, i know your Stories are most of the Hales, but, pleaaasse, a story That he fell in love with you (NSFW? ) heh

Author’s Note: So, this request has been in my inbox for awhile and I haven’t had any idea what to do with it. Until now! I used the holiday weekend for a little inspiration and I really hope you like what I came up with! This is written from a different POV than I usually do, but it just felt right this way. Please give me some feedback and let me know what you thought about it! Enjoy J

Warnings: Language; slight smut; fluffiness


The first time Jordan saw you, you were sitting on a blanket by yourself, head tilted toward the sky as the fireworks went off. The explosions were turning your skin all kinds of mystical colors, making it impossible for him to draw his eyes away.

He watched as you stared at the fireworks above, absolutely mesmerized. Just like he was with you. He wondered idly if you were alone, not wanting to ruin a family outing or something of the like. After observing for several minutes (just glances here and there, nothing creepy), he finally decided that you were, in fact, alone. Which struck him as odd, someone attending a fireworks show for the 4th by themselves.

He would just have to change that, he thought.

The nerves fluttered in his chest as he made the decision to walk over, telling his buddies he was heading out. The closer he got, the better he could see you, and the harder it became for him to breathe properly. What the hell was he supposed to do when he sat next to you if he was this worked up just being at a distance?

“Hey,” he said, barely diverting your attention from the fireworks. Your eyes looked him over carefully before you offered a small smile.


“I saw that you were alone over here,” Jordan ventured, running a hand over the back of his neck as a blush colored his cheeks with his admission. He was glad it was dark out and you probably couldn’t see it. Or maybe you thought it was just the color from the fireworks. “Mind if I join you?”

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Broken One

Originally posted by shyymoob

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Warnings: cursing, maybe a little too much angst?

Prompt: what happens when your love finds another?

Word Count: 3,208


All along it was a fever

“John! You scared the crap out of me!” You shouted, jumping up from your bed. John shut your window and pressed a finger to your lips.

“You can’t just climb in my window, unannounced!” You harshly whispered. He gave a soft laugh and shook his head.

“I have news.” 

A cold sweat, hot-headed believer

“What is it?” You tried your best to act angry with him, but the smirk dancing upon his lips made you smile.

“I asked her out today. And she said yes.” John tapped his foot, nervously waiting for your response. You were his best friend, he needed your approval.

“Who’s she?” You tilted your head, obviously confused.


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Sk8er Girl CH4 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink
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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

(AN: LAST chapter! We did the angst, hurt, comfort, and fluff. Now - smut! Hope y’all enjoyed the ride)

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The One Where Everyone Ships It

Here it is - the entry for @sterek-bingo I’ve been most excited to post! I really, really enjoyed writing this one and just had so much fun with it, so I’m really glad that the theme came up on day 3.

This story was written for the Friends To Lovers square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).

The One Where Everyone Ships It

Stiles doesn’t notice when it’s Scott, because Scott has a habit of being weird about things. That is, after all, one of the reasons they’re such good friends. So when Scott spends about half an hour chewing his bottom lip in the front seat of the Jeep when Stiles has dropped him home, Stiles just figures that whatever he’s trying to get out is something to do with Kira. Frankly, he doesn’t really want to know; Scott has never understood the meaning of the term overshare.

“Scotty,” he says patiently. “Spit it out.”

Scott gives him an awkward sidelong glance. “Um,” he says, and then stops. He takes a deep breath; Stiles waits with his eyebrows raised. “Do you think Derek is happy in the pack, now that he’s not the Alpha anymore?”

Obviously, he’s bottled out of telling Stiles whatever Kira-thing he’d been thinking, and picked on the first subject that he could think of. Stiles rolls his eyes. “Sure,” he says.

“I like Derek,” Scott says.

Stiles frowns at him. “Um, duh?” They all like Derek; he and Stiles are oddly good friends these days.

“Okay,” Scott says, and gets out of the car.

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Moving Business Mafia!Au 5 (Final)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Warnings: Angst, um Violence? Taehyung swears a lot? Fluff, Brief Smut.

Summary: You had never wanted Taehyung more than in that moment and you could only pray and hope for your Mafia boss of a Fiance save you.

(Credit to original owner of gif)

Part (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

Open your eyes, God dammit Y/N open your eyes.

Your head was pounding and you were slowly coming too so your brain was working over time. You knew you needed to open your eyes but you felt as if they had been super glued shut. All to suddenly your eyes were forced open by a rough pair of hands, your mind was struck with a moment of blinding pain as light flooded into your eyes, due to the suddenness you struggled to focus on anything around you. “Her pupils are responding to the light.” A firm but distant voice spoke.

A strike to your cheek brought you into reality faster than you would have liked. Your head snapped to the side and you could taste copper connecting it with blood and then be let out a pained groan. The rough hand suddenly tugged your head back and finally your eyes focused on the man tugging on your hair. “J-Jungkook?”

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Confessions || KakaSaku

I was in a mushy mood and this is the outcome.


Flashing red, blue and yellow illuminated the dance floor, bouncing off her sweaty skin and turning her pastel pink hair into a clash of colours that left him a little breathless.

Her fingers trailed up her exposed sides, sliding sensationally up her pale skin and lifting her black top an inch, exposing more of her creamy skin as her hips rotated to the beat of the music.

He watched mesmerised as she tangled her fingers in her pink strands and dipped her head back, closing her eyes and losing herself completely to the beat. Light reflected off the glitter covering her cheeks making her look almost ethereal.

She was alone, swaying without a care, knowing a few pair of eyes were fixed at her, knowing she was every bit as gorgeous as she felt.

Kakashi Hatake was truly breathless. The last place he expected to find Sakura in is the club.

The song changed to a slower beat and she finally opened her emerald eyes. They sparkled in the dim light like little jewels and they fixed resolutely on him.

His breath caught in his throat as half lidded cloudy green roamed his face and she began to walk his way, her short shorts riding up her slim legs to expose more delicious thigh.

“Hey,” her lips said, he couldn’t hear a syllable over the loud music but he could imagine her voice perfectly in his head.

He nodded in acknowledgment at her and she proceeded to slide into the seat next to him and order two drinks, “day off?”

He nodded again and turned in his seat to face her. Her long hair settled around her shoulders like a curtain, framing her face, her bangs falling messily over her forehead. In the past few years, she grew it out again, and by her twenty-fourth birthday, it reached her waist.

She leaned closer to him so that her lips were next to his ear, “are you here alone?”

Goosebumps surfaced on his skin as the hot puffs of her breath fanned the side of his face and her leg pressed against his.

He gave a jerky nod and the bartender chose that moment to bring over their drinks. Sakura’s hazy eyes locked with his as she drowned half of her drink in one go and set it down with a quiet sigh.

He wanted to tell her to slow down but then the man sitting next to him suddenly lunged at his neighbour and nearly knocked Kakashi’s drink over.

Kakashi avoided the spilled liquid and eyed the unfolding fight with annoyance as both men rolled onto the ground and began to throw punches left and right.

He was about to interfere when he felt her sweaty palm in his and then she was dragging him away, out through the back door to the nearly deserted parking lot.

She let out a contented sigh as the cool breeze washed over her heated skin and she stretched languidly.

Spinning around to face him, she stumbled lightly in her high boots and held to the rail ship shyly. She regarded him with a mysterious smile twisting her red-painted lips and said, “let’s go somewhere.”

Kakashi eyed her unsurely. She looked absolutely wasted, “are you sure? Maybe you should go home—”

She giggled, staggering towards him and hugging his middle, “don’t be like that Kakashi…”

His breath hitched as her face hovered closely to his, her intoxicated breath blowing in his face and clouding his mind.

“Come with me,” she begged him, her voice taking on a breathier tone, her body pressing up more closely against him. His mouth dried as he realised she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He nodded mutely, helpless against her charm and allowed her to drag him away to her car, a red mustang that shimmered under the street light.

Pausing he seized her arm in his hand and stopped her once more, eyeing her car disapprovingly , “Should you really drive? You’re drunk.”

She giggled again, “I’m fine, I’ve only had one drink Kakashi.”

Even with her reassurance, he still hesitated but she pushed him into the car without waiting for his reply and got behind the wheel, kicking the engine to start.

Kakashi sighed in defeat and figured if she got them killed, at least he’d have spent his last minutes with her.

The silver-head had no idea where she was taking him but he didn’t really mind. Any time spent with her was a good time.

She turned on the radio, filling the silence with a quiet beat as they drove onto a darkened street and he realised they exited the city.

Finally, he asked, “where are we going?”

“Somewhere.” She replied, her voice playful, matching her careless smile.

“Somewhere where?” He pushed, just out of curiosity, he didn’t really mind.

Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she pressed her lips together in a tiny smile, “somewhere quiet. You’ll see.”

He didn’t have to wait for long, another fifteen minutes of driving along endless fields with nothing but the moonlight illuminating their way, she drove over the grass all the way to the top of a hill and stopped the car.

The roof of her Mustang opened, sliding back to reveal the starriest night he’s seen in years.

Catching him staring in awe, she nudged him, “I was sure you’d like it.”

Nodding his head, he forced his eyes off the sky to study her.

Wild pink hair, mischievous green eyes and blood red lips. The sight of her took his breath away and he couldn’t take his sight off her.

Sakura only smiled and unbuckled her seatbelt before twisting in her seat to cross over to the back seat of her car, her thigh brushing accidentally -maybe- against the side of his face and nearly taking his self-control with it.

She was so absolutely beautiful he had no words to describe her anymore.

Relaxing against the backseat, she gave him an inviting smile and motioned for him to join her.

Once in the back seat with her, she snuggled closer to his side and sunk in the comfy seats of her car.

They were quiet for a few long minutes before she broke the silence, “I usually come here when everything is too loud. The stars are beautiful.”

Kakashi wouldn’t know, he was too busy watching her. The smooth stretch of her cheek, the light freckles across them, their flushness from her inebriation, the dark eyeliner framing her eyes and her long lashes. He wondered if he might lose his mind if he kept watching her.

And finally, to complete the picture and turn it into a piece of true art, she tilted her head back to look at him, her pink bangs falling over her emerald green eyes as they reflecting the moon like they were the purest calmest pools in the universe.

They roamed his face, glancing at his lips and back at his charcoal eyes before whispering, “why are you staring at me like that?”

It took all his self control not to kiss her.

His lips parted in a soft exhale that did nothing to help the knots forming in his stomach as he answered truthfully, “because you’re beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed an endearing shade of red and her eyes drifted back to his lips, as if to ask his permission.

Kakashi answered by slowly leaning down so that their mouths were inches apart and waited for her to close the distance if she chose to.

He sensed her breath on his chin before he felt her plumped lips pressing gently onto his in a sweet kiss.

All air left him in a forceful exhale through his nose and he felt his heart flutter at the gentle feeling of her petal soft lips brushing over his.

Sakura pulled back to gaze at him through her half-lidded gaze, as if to gauge his expression. Whatever she saw there made her lean in again and close the distance between them once more.

Their second kiss was deeper and more passionate than the first, like she was trying to communicate to him words through the touching of their mouths and he let himself lose to the feeling, allowing his arms to sneak around her waist and pull her onto his lap, pressing her closer to him, more intimately, more snuggly until he could feel her heartbeat reverberating through him and beating in time with his.

They broke apart for a breath and she pressed small, soft kisses to the side of his jaw, leaving butterfly caresses across his skin until he was tingling all over and questioning reality altogether .

“What are we doing?” He asked her breathlessly as her mouth found a soft spot below his ear and began to suck gently at it.

“Kissing,” she breathed, her voice heavy with something that made his stomach clench tightly.

“I know,” his voice cracked slightly at the end as he felt her hips push into his, fitting them together, “but… should we really— oh!”

Her teeth pressed into the tender skin of his neck, cutting him off. He squirmed a bit as she bit and sucked at the spot over his pulse until it was an angry red bruise.

“Why not?” She finally asked, quietly and leaned back to look at his face from beneath dark thick lashes.

Good question, he thought, except no answer presented itself in his mind and he remained silent, watching her curiously as her fingers brushed lightly and cautiously over his exposed stomach, tracing the contours of his body like he was made of gold and not the same flesh that made her.

“I thought so.” She grinned at him, knowing he had no argument. He was glad he didn’t, he wanted her more than he thought was possible.

Sighing, he reached and brushed her hair out of her face and murmured, “what are you doing with an old man like me Sakura…?”

The Pinkette smiled shyly at him as his thumb gently stroked her cheeks, “Having fun.”

He gave her a helpless smile and she leaned froward to flutter her lips against his in a soft kiss before nuzzling her face in his neck and admitting, “you smell nice.”

Kakashi laughed breathily and hugged her protectively against him as he buried his face in her thick hair and inhaled her lingering smell of strawberries deeply. “So do you.”

He felt her smile against his neck and pressed a tender kiss to her temple as he heard her mumble a ‘thank you’.

Hours passed by like minutes as they listened to their quiet breathing, his fingers stroking her hair lovingly as she pressed occasional kisses to his neck.

“Hey Kakashi?” She said at some point, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Mhmm?” He cracked an eye open to be rewarded by the sight of the endless inky black sky dotted by a thousand stars and her quiet confession.

“I love you,”

For a few moments, all sleep vanished from his system and his eyes widened in shock but then he smiled and tightened his hold on her, because the feeling was very much mutual, and he really wouldn’t have minded staying like this forever, so he dipped his head down over her ear and whispered four small words that’ll change everything back at her. “I love you too, Sakura.”

The end.

NBA surprises

Genre: Fluff,

Warnings: None

Rating: Everyone

Paring: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: 1k

Request: I watched an NBA game one night and they showed the kiss cam and there was a mom with a little girl and it was adorable! So I thought how cute would it be if Chris took his wife (you) and your 2 year old girl to an NBA game and the kiss cam would be on them so he would give her many kisses on her face and she would giggle.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot! I hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

You and Your husband Chris, had big plans for today. Your 2 year old daughter, had recently fell In love with basketball. Whenever it came on the TV, she would stop it the middle of whatever she was doing, and just stare at the TV, at the game. Her favorite team was Boston Celtics. No surprise there. You and Chris loved watching here get exited about it. It made you two super happy to love something like that. Whenever they would score, she would yell “Touchdown!” And throw her arms up in the air. You and Chris would laugh, and wouldn’t correct her, because of how adorable it was. She got it from her father. You had a big surprise for her today. The Celtics were playing, and you guys were going to take her to a game tonight. She was sitting in the living room, playing with some toys in her own imaginary world. “ Whatcha got  there?” You said, walking in sitting on the couch, beside Chris where he was already siting. “ look! I’m playing with the new barbies I got the other day!” She said coming right up to you, and plopping herself between you and Chris, holding her barbies in each hand. You and Chris looked at each other, deciding to tell her about tonight’s plans. “Hey, Ava” Chris said, looking down at her. “Yes Dada?” She said, still looking down at her barbies, playing with them. “ You know how you love watching the basketball games on TV?” He said. “Ya! Is there one tonight?” She said, excitedly, looking up at Chris. “ Yes there is sweetheart” he said, smiling, looking at you. “Yay!” She said, jumping up and down excitedly. “But, tonight we wont be watching it on the TV” You said, and she looked up at you, with a questioning look on her face. “That’s because, we are going to see the game tonight instead!” You said, and her face immediately changing, a huge smile spreading on her face. “Really!!” She said, jumping up and down around the living room. She rain over to you a squeezed you tight, the did the same to Chris.

The game wasn’t for another 6 hours, but every 20 minutes, Ava would ask the same question. “Is it time to get ready yet?” Or “Is it time to go yet?” Every time you say, “Not yet”, and she just continues to do what she’s doing. When it is about time to go, she’s running around the house, repeating, “it’s time to go! Let’s go!” With a huge grin on her face.  You and Chris finish up getting ready, and get everything In the car. She has her Celtics jersey that she got for her birthday on, and you guys start to head to the arena. She kept talking about her favorite player, and how exited she was. When you arrived at the arena half an hour later, she was super hyper, and jumpy. She tried pulling your and and Chris hand towards the arena, and looking around at everything going on. You knew it would be a lot for a 2 year old, and it would be a long night for her, but you were happy she was exited.

You got through all the security and crowds, and of course the long snack lines, and made your way to your seats. You had amazing seats, thanks to Chris. You were right in the front row, so she could see it all. She sat I  her seat her little legs bouncing up and down for the game to start. The players started to come out of the tunnel, and she stood up and jumped all around, cheering and clapping for them. Once they all made their was out, there was the national anthem, and then the game started. During the first half, the Celtics were winning by 30 points. She would clap and cheer everything they would score a point, and do the same as everyone else around her. When it came to halftime, she was starting to get tired but was still as enthusiastic about the game. During halftime, your favorite part was the kiss cam. You put your phone down once you saw it come on the screen. It went on a older couple first, and then a younger couple. The next one was a surprise to you, because you saw your own face on the screen. You first reactions was to laugh, and then look at Chris. Instead of Chris kissing you, he pulled your daughter towards him, and started giving her kisses on the cheek, and she burst into laughter and wraps her arms around her father’s neck. A big grin spread across your face, and you heard everyone go “awwwwe” when they saw it. The camera switched onto another couple, and Chris looked over at you, smiling, with Ava now sitting on his lap.

After halftime the game started up again, and the Celtics were winning. After the second half was over and they won, Ava was barely awake, with her little arms wrapped around her father’s neck, as he carried her back out to the car. You buckled her into her seat, and she was asleep before the car was started. You both looked back at her, and knew that tomorrow she would talked about it all day, and all night. Chris looked over at you and says, “We did good” he said,with a smile, and you let out a small chuckle. “You know, maybe we should see if we could get as lucky as we got with her again” Chris said, a smile creeping on your face. “I was hoping you would say that, because I was gonna tell you this morning….” you said,  a smile on your face, and then laughing at his reaction when he realized that you were pregnant. “I love you so much Y/N” he said, pulling your foreheads together. “I love you to, Chris”

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After a particularly difficult 23 hours working in the hospital, Clarke is haunted by the thought that she could lose the people that she has grown to love. It takes some persuasion for her to realise that loving people so much is not a weakness, and that instead of pushing them away she must cherish their time together.

Clarke learns that her love for her family is a blessing.

part of a hand to hold onto

8k words, 1/1.

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The hospital dorm is dim, despite the blazing sun outside. Flimsy curtains have been drawn across the two small windows and a slither of light seeps in through the cracked doorway, but otherwise the room is quiet and dark, filled only with the restless tossing of doctors trying to catch a moment of sleep in the carnage of the day. Clarke sits on the edge of a bed, perching precariously. Her hair is ratted, hanging half out of the sensible bun she put it in so many hours ago and falling around her face in strands matted with sweat and tears. Her face feels stiff and clammy, her scrubs pungent with sweat and blood. Elbows on her knees, her whole posture is curled over on itself, as if trying to protect her soul from the heaviness that hangs around her shoulder. Her hands are lightly clasped, but that doesn’t stop them trembling.

She hears the door swing open above her, but doesn’t look up until the mattress beside her tips gently. A hand rests on her knee, stilling the shaking and she draws her head up to blink at Wells in the darkness.

“Hey,” Her friend tries for a weak smile but she can read the exhaustion in the lines of his face, etched into the bags beneath his eyes. “Thought you were going home.”

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Come Back To You Part 3

Part One Part Two

Warnings: two swear words?

Daryl’s arms had long since lost the feeling of the heavy weight of the crossbow that sat patiently in his grip. He’d been tracking the deer for a while now. It was barely light, but he couldn’t sleep, and had stumbled upon the fresh tracks of what appeared to be a nice sized doe. And a catch like that was rare if not unheard of in the current state of the world. 

He’d woken up well before the sun, crushing his pillow in a tight embrace before realizing that it was’t you in his grasp. He was letting himself slip again; days went by when he couldn’t remember what color your eyes were. The other days were worse. He’d wake up expecting you to be there; hunt, thinking you were by his side. Call out your name into the emptiness; try to hold your hand and only grasp at air.
Today was one of those days.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts of his long dead fiancee. Recently the doubt of your survival that surrounded his mind had won over the impulsive side that always swore you were there, just over that hill and he’d find you. Truth is, he’d stopped looking for you.
Times like these, however, were when he really started slipping.
He breathed out, looking down his crossbow at the doe that stood eating in the clearing. He just had to clear a few trees and his shot would be perfectly lined up with the doe’s beautifully brown eyes.
Your eyes.
He quickly shook his head, before carefully making his way closer. It was then that he saw the stag, standing protectively by his mate as she ate the grass beneath them.
A small smile lit up his face, before he turned around to tell you to look at em’! Just a happy family but you weren’t there.
He threw down his crossbow, scaring the deer off. They leapt away as he cursed, slamming the palm of is hand into a nearby tree. His left hand soon followed, trying in vain to cause anything to feel the same pain he was feeling then. He wasn’t crying, no, he’d never done that over you. You were strong, and he knew you wouldn’t want him to cry over you. He was saving those tears until he knew without a doubt that you were dead.
He slid down the trunk of that tree, his back catching painfully on the knotted bark. He placed his head in his hands, mumbling to himself about getting a grip.
He tuned his head skyward, running a hand through his dirty hair. It was long, now, after not having it cut in a while. You preferred it short, he knew that well. He thought if he’d be the opposite now as he was when you were with him, then maybe… Maybe he’d forget.
So he tried to. In that moment, he shook his head, retrieved his crossbow, and stood up, straightening his shoulders.
Rick had lost his wife, too. So he could be a strong as Rick, right?
The prison was empty. It had people in it, yes, and it was not quiet with the walkers constantly trying to get in, but it was empty.
Rick was up, his eyes red and his posture hunched over the metal table as he unenthusiastically pushed the scrambled egg on his plate to the side with his fork. Daryl sat down opposite him, roughly slamming his plate down and setting his crossbow down beside it. Rick raised his eyes to glance up at Daryl as he sat down, but didn’t make a sound.
The two sat silently, the air begging for a conversation but not receiving one as the two men ate their breakfast. Daryl was done first, having actually eaten his food instead of playing with it. As he was standing to leave, Rick broke the silence.
“Daryl,” he began slowly, “how do you manage?”
Daryl sat back down hesitantly, confused.
“Manage what?” He asked.
Rick looked up at him, then, his eyes glazed over as if he would cry if he hadn’t already done so already so much that he could no longer.
“How do you manage to live when you’re lost your world?” Rick asked, his eyes diverting back to the suddenly interesting eggs on his plate.
“Same way everybody does. We all lost everythin’ when the world went to shit.”
“No. No! How do you cope when the person you love most is dead?”
Daryl took in a shaky breath.
“I follow by example. Losin’ my fiancee was th’ same as you losin’ Lori.”
Rick shook his head, shakily running his hands though his hair.
“What was her name?” Rick looked at Daryl, who then couldn’t maintain eye contact. He opened his mouth, to say her name, before closing it again.
“Beautiful name,” Rick said, his eyes dropping back to his plate.
“Beautiful girl.” Daryl shot back, his voice nearly cracking.
After a moment, Rick whispered,
“Do you see her, sometimes?”
Daryl thought about it.
“No. Not when I’m awake. I think she’s there, though. Sometimes I find myself calling’ to ‘er, holding’ ‘er.”
Rick nodded.
Daryl stood up, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder.
“You haven’t lost everything, Rick. Neither have I. We still got family.” Daryl gestured around him.
“You still got us.”
It had been a few day since his talk with Rick. Neither of them had spoken since, but a sort of tense understanding had fallen into the air around them.
Daryl was in the watch tower. he didn’t actually have watch duty, since Maggie was opposite him in another tower watching over the grounds. He just didn’t know what to do with himself. He didn’t sleep well that night, dreaming of you. Of how he’d left that day on a hunting trip with Merle. He should never have left your side. He should never have walked out that door. He should have stayed in your warm embrace, smiling agains your lips and pulling you into him.
He pushed a shaky hand through his hair. You had been on his mind a dangerous amount recently. Maybe it was because of Judith  being around much more. Maybe the thought of family had been surrounding Daryl’s cold heart so much and he’d only ever thought of starting a family with you.
But he had a job to do, and having a family or seeing his fiancee again wasn’t likely.
So he stood, crossbow in hand, staring into the sunrise and dreaming of holding your hand.
It was the middle of the morning when Daryl heard the soft growl of a car approaching. It was Rick’s car, bouncing along the gravel road. Daryl was quick to descend from the watch tower, eager to see what they’d brought back from their trip.
“Daryl!” Rick called, causing Daryl to feel unnaturally frustrated, for a reason unknown to him. When he heard Rick’s voice, he’d think of the conversation they’d had, and then he’d think of you again.
“Get Hershel!” Rick called again.
Daryl sent a haphazard look over at Rick and Glenn before deciding that they weren’t in need of immediate medical attention.
“Get him yourself!” He called back angrily.
“I ain’t your slave.”
“Daryl! We need Hershel now!” There was a new sense of urgency in Rick’s voice, as if he was desperately attempting to get the message through Daryl’s thick skull.
Daryl rounded the base of the watch tower, his eye catching on Glenn, who was unloading something from the back seats.
“Why?” Daryl began, “I don’t see why-“
He was cut off by another figure draped over Glenn’s shoulder.
He raised his crossbow defensively.
“Who the fuck is that?”
You raised your head, your eyes wide at the sound of his voice.
As soon as your eyes met his, any angry curse that was about to be yelled from his mouth died. His arms faltered, and his crossbow began to droop, before it crashed down into the dirt beside his shoes.
Your arm dropped from around Glenn’s shoulders. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak.
He looked you over. Your hair was shorter than he remembered, cut sloppily and longer on one side that the other. You were covered in dirt and blood and sweat and you were leaning all your weight on one leg but it was you.
A whisper came from his mouth. It was sharp and short and soft but you heard it carried on the wind like a sweet lullaby.
Rick looked between you and Daryl, before grabbing Glenn’s arm and pulling him away.
Daryl started walking towards you. It wasn’t a desperate sprint, nor a sort of magical moment that you’d seen in romance movies. He sort of stalked towards you, not being able to walk entirely straight, at an all too slow pace. When he was a few feet in front of you, he stopped.
Neither of you said anything. You looked him up and down, and he did the same to you.
His hair was long, and his eyes screamed of exhaustion, and he was still wearing that goddamned angel winged vest. You smiled, reaching out to touch the worn leather. You remember getting that for him on his birthday, as a sort of joke that you half meant. He’d loved it, unexpectedly.
And then you were in his arms. Your injured calf couldn’t support your weight so he supported it for you, letting you collapse against him. He held you in a tight embrace, his head nuzzled into your neck and yours into his. He smelled like sweat and blood and dirt but something inherently him and oh god you missed it.
The two of you sunk down onto the dirt, you half on top of him and half dragging behind into a mess of limbs and leather.
You could feel him shaking beneath you. Your shoulder was wet; he was finally crying over you.
“You came back,” he whispered, rocking you back and forth.
“You came back,” he whispered again, pulling away to look into your eyes.
You smiled a soft, tired. pained smile.
With a shaky hand, you pulled a delicate chain from around your neck under your shirt into view. On it, the simple, silver ring he’d given you along with his life swung back and forth slowly.
“Yeah,” you whispered, “You’ve still got a promise to keep.“

That’s Preposterous (Derek)

I am so sorry this took so long, and although i have plenty of excuses, i shouldn’t have to use them cause guess what it’s here and it’s turned into 4 things cause I didn’t think you’d appreciate a super long fic

That’s Crazy //  That’s Absur

It’d been six months since Derek put two and two together and made a baby, or well, recognised your baby as his.

It had also been six months since Derek had screamed, roared, hissed, snarled, raged, stormed and shouted at you- which had been quite the experience since he’d done it all from 3 feet away, which likely had to do with the fact that he thought you were disgusting, something he’d mentioned several times in the rant.

It had been six months since Derek had spoken a word to you beyond “Can I have my daughter” and “I’m here to drop off my girl”, as well. You hadn’t missed the way he only referred to her as his, as if she’d magically appeared and hadn’t been shoved out of your body in a seven-hour labour.

“How’s my little girl?” Lydia coos, rubbing the chubby cheek of the raven haired cherub and you swallow hard as she wails furiously. Lydia isn’t perturbed anymore, and continues to coo at her until the little angel gives in and stops crying. “I love her. She’s just like you.”

“Like Derek.” You counter, as you always do when someone compares the two of you. The guilt, which had been eating you alive for the first three months since the revelation, had dulled into a sullen comment every time someone compared you and your perfect baby.

“No, like you.” Lydia coos, letting the infant squeeze her finger. “She’s so picky, she’s obsessed with family and that’s like you.”

“You suck.” You chuckle wetly, sniffling and internally cursing yourself.

“What did you say?” Derek snaps, his voice suddenly behind you and you sniffle once more, quickly wipe away the stray tears and rise to face him.

“Hi Derek, the little munchkins all packed up.”

“What did you say to her?” Derek snaps, ignoring you entirely to keep his gaze and fury on Lydia who scowls at him.

“The first kind word she’s heard in ages, no thanks to you.” Lydia snaps back, white hot fury in her eyes and Derek scowls, but goes silent.

“I- Is everything gonna be okay on your end? I can keep her for another few hours.” You stutter uselessly, having knelt beside the stroller the moment Lydia had turned on him. No point in letting the sweetest little girl in the world notice the tiffle. And you’re not interested in handing your girl over when he’s angry.

“I’m fine.” Derek growls, crossing round the bench and dropping to a crouch on the other side of the stroller. “Hello, my little princess.”

You have to look away, and perhaps block your ears. His face is too soft, his voice too soft, it’s all too much- you’d run for a reason and every time he got near that little girl, the reasons seemed to blow away like leaves, only to stack back up once he had her and you were left alone again.

“I’ll see her tomorrow night at the pack dinner, right?” You ask, sounding like a desperate addict- which is what you are, and he nods curtly. Without another word, he rises and rounds the stroller. As he takes the bag from Lydia, you press kisses everywhere you can reach on the baby, revelling in the laugh it draws from her lips.

“Bye bye.” You coo gently, stepping back and letting Derek wheel her away.

Scott stares at your slumped form on the couch and sighs, before plopping down beside you and offering you some popcorn.

“I was gonna watch a movie, you interested?”

“Okay.” You answer softly, if only so you don’t have to go up to your room with the crib and the baby toys in it. It’s just a few nights, and you’ll see her tomorrow night. It’s nothing.

“She’s with Derek, huh?” Scott says after a few moments and you shrug, staying quiet. You’re not hiding her under the couch. “That sucks.”

“Yeah.” You agree and you glance at him, frowning as you note the real disappointment in his face. He likes her, he likes the baby that cries and screams every time he holds her and wakes him up in the middle of the night. Nature is amazing. “I love you, Scotty.”

“Love you too.”

Bouncing from foot to foot, you stand by the doorway like an excited pup as Scott clatters through the house.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He says, grinning and you fling the door open, bounding down the stairs with Scott hot on your heels.

Your excitement is unstoppable, in just a few short minutes you’ll see your little tiny baby and you can hold her and hear her wail when Scott kisses her soft head.

As Scott pulls out of the driveway, Stiles’ blue jeep comes flying up the road, jerking roughly to miss hitting your car.

“Dammit, Stiles!” You shout, clutching your heart and glowering. In moments, the lanky idiot has transferred himself from the jeep to your car and you wiggle unhappily at the delay.


“Shut up.”

“We’re here!” Stiles announces from the doorway, an angry baby shout eclipsing the greeting and Derek scowls at Stiles from the kitchen.

“She’d just gone quiet, dick.” He snaps, setting a pot on the center of the table and you can see he’s about to move to quiet her but you wave him off. Nearly skipping, you scoop the tiny bundle from the crib and hold her close for a moment, just inhaling and feeling the weight of her.

“Hello.” You coo softly to the quiet baby, “Hello, hello, hello.”

At her gurgle, you hold back a laugh of delight.

“She’s never going to like other people if you coddle her.” Derek mutters sourly and you go rigid. Is- That’s not fair.

“She’s barely a toddler, man.” Scott says quietly, not wanting to interject but he knows you won’t stick up for yourself. All of them know it because all of them know how guilty you are, or at least, all of them excluding Derek.

“And she doesn’t need to like us.” Stiles pipes up like an idiot. His grin is goofy as he comes up beside you and tickles her soft cheek. At her silence, you hide your triumphant smile behind her little body. “And look at that, it’s just you who can’t keep her quiet.”

Derek goes still and you groan softly.

“He didn’t mean it like that.” You put in, but he clearly doesn’t hear you by his lack of reaction.

“She’s my daughter.” He hisses and Stiles shrugs, utterly oblivious with his back to Derek as he continues to tickle to gurgling baby.

“I’m just saying, she has a favourite.” Stiles continues and you smack him hard. “What?”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t act like you don’t agree.” Derek snaps, turning his anger on you and you steel yourself to weather another storm of rage.

“Can I hold her?” Scott asks quietly, giving you a pointed look and you pause a moment before handing her over to him. At her soft complaint, you smile, but not before Scott shoots you another pointed look and your shoulders sag. Apparently, weathering isn’t allowed anymore.

“Alright, Derek.” You say, turning on him as Scott and Stiles scuttle into the other room. “What’d ya say we have a right throwdown.”

“I’m not picking a fight.” He huffs, picking a fight.

“That’s an outright lie and even if it were true, I’m gonna pick a fight.” You shrug, sniffing the pot he’d put on the table and instantly regretting what you’re about to do. So good. “I do agree with Stiles, you’re being a f*cking jerk to me and it’s obvious. She’s a baby, sure, but you didn’t miss anything! She wasn’t quite two months old and you’re acting like I kept her from you for five years.”

“I am not.”

“Shut up!” You shout, turning the heat up. “It’s not your turn to shout at me, you had your chance and you made it all abundantly clear. I’m sick to death of you ignoring me, pretending like there is no history between us, acting like that isn’t my daughter in the other room.”

“I never said she wasn’t yours, you maniac-”

“You implied it ever damn time you saw her.” You scoff, meeting his eyes and trying to ignore the way your heart clenches. “I left because I didn’t think you’d want this, that I didn’t think you’d want me or her or any of it and if you didn’t want us then we’d have a target on our back and no one to protect us. I don’t mean you, Scott.”

You don’t doubt he’s listening and relaying everything to Stiles. Or that Stiles can hear you on his own, even.

“I loved you!” Derek shouts and you laugh, waving off the sentiment.

“You’d never commit, I needed commitment and that’s not you! Being in love with someone doesn’t mean everything goes away, if anything, loving you made it clearer that I needed to get out of dodge. She’s my baby and I had to take every precaution, and that included giving her a life where she never had to know her dad didn’t want her.”

“I do want her! I wanted her even when I didn’t know she existed! I’ve wanted you for years, I even suggested rebuilding the old house to show you I wanted you!” He shouts and you can’t resist rolling your eyes.

“You implied it ever damn time you saw her.” You scoff, meeting his eyes and trying to ignore the way your heart clenches. “I left because I didn’t think you’d want this, that I didn’t think you’d want me or her or any of it and if you didn’t want us then we’d have a target on our back and no one to protect us. I don’t mean you, Scott.”

You don’t doubt he’s listening and relaying everything to Stiles. Or that Stiles can hear you on his own, even.

“I loved you!” Derek shouts and you laugh, waving off the sentiment.

“You’d never commit, I needed commitment and that’s not you! Being in love with someone doesn’t mean everything goes away, if anything, loving you made it clearer that I needed to get out of dodge. She’s my baby and I had to take every precaution, and that included giving her a life where she never had to know her dad didn’t want her.”

“I do want her! I wanted her even when I didn’t know she existed! I’ve wanted you for years, I even suggested rebuilding the old house to show you I wanted you!” He shouts and you can’t resist rolling your eyes.

“You can’t say you want to build a family home and expect me to try and put a ring on it! We were f*cking, not dating, idiot. Not to mention the fact that you told me nearly every day that you never wanted “creep girls leaving stuff at your place” and that you’re sick of people expecting more. What kind of logic is that?”

“I was obvious-”

“In the fact that I wasn’t special because you were still sleeping with other girls all the time? That we used to go to clubs and find people for each other to hook up with?” You snap, cutting him off and he swallows hard.

“Get out.”

“Not without my daughter.”


“We have no custody rules, by all rights, she’s mine. It’s only by my guilt and past affection for you that I even let you have her at all. But I’m done.”

“I’ll fight this-”

“Do it. Try it.” You growl, meeting him glare for glare until you whip around and snatch the baby bag from beside the portable crib. “Scott!”


“I’m not doing this right now.” You answer, your voice starting to wobble and he nods, setting her in your arms and taking the bag from your shoulder.

“Scott.” Derek says nervously but the dark-haired boy doesn’t look up from you. Behind him, Stiles picks up the car seat.

“I’ll return this.” Stiles says sheepishly and you don’t listen for Dereks reply, instead slipping out the doors and trying not to cry on your innocent infants’ onesie.

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Here is the first installment of my Sabriel Strippers


Sam did not want to go to the strip club. Strip clubs were not his thing, but Dean had insisted. It was his bachelor party after all, and he got to pick the entertainment for the night. Sam had relented and their friend, Benny, who was also in the wedding party, picked and booked the club for them.

Sam had dreaded it all week, and he was not looking forward to having to stay and take care of his drunk brother. Dean would no doubt go all out on his last night as a free man, and Sam, as the best man, was the one that would be obligated to take care of him.

He was pleasantly surprised when he got out of his car at the club Benny had picked for them. It was discreet, and well-kept on the outside, not like the trashy joints he had pictured. Heaven’s Door was dark when he stepped inside, but just as clean on the inside as it was on the outside. The booths were upholstered in real red leather, the tables lacquered in mahogany. There were no strobe lights, or bright neon signs advertising performers, and if Sam hadn’t known what it was, he could have easily mistaken it for an upscale bar in the city.

Sam sat down at the reserved booth, and reached for what he thought as a menu. He flipped it open to reveal scantily clad bodies of both female and male strippers. He closed it quickly and ordered a drink, as he waited for the rest of their group to show.

Charlie was the first to arrive, and she bounced into the club with equal enthusiasm as she had for almost everything else. She sat down next to him, ordering something pink and fruity from the bar as she took the menu from Sam.

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