On the last night of the last 1D tour, management presented the remaining members with a plaque festooned with little badges for every single gig they’d played since their first. “It was a sombre night,” says Payne who has started becoming more emotionally transparent in front of people this last year. "To see every show we’ve ever done on a plaque?“ he says raising eyes to the sky, "Again, everybody was in tears. And I’m quite good at holding it together but I have got a lot worse of late. Adverts and things make me cry, I think I’m getting more emotional as time goes by, especially with everything that’s happening in my life at this moment, it’s a very emotional time and time to reflect on a lot of things and the person that I am to be. Do you know what I mean? If that makes sense?” It makes perfect sense.
“I dunno what’s wrong with her Scott, she’s acting like she’s
nervous.” Stiles rubbing his hands together as he thought over catching you last
night, he didn’t know what you were doing but you screamed at him for checking
in on you like he normally did before he went to bed.
“Maybe she’s just out grown you tucking her in?” Scott
offered, waving at one of their friends who had begged the entire pack to
support them at the school’s talent show, Malia had been curious to the pack
ended up agreeing.
“Scott, when there’s a thunder storm she gets in my bed and
makes me call Derek!” Stiles sighed. “Also, have I told you that he never picks
up but he seems to always tell when it’s her calling, even on my phone!”
“Well he did save her from getting eaten by me… Peter,
Isaac, Boyd and Cora so she’s going to trust him I guess.” Scott chuckled but
Stiles shook his head.
What she means:
do you know how hard it must've been for Killian Jones to stop drinking and gambling in his pre-navy days? to claw out of the hole he was in? a man with so little self-worth would've literally drank himself to death and squandered every penny he had. a man with such supposed weakness in the face of darkness would've backslid right into drinking even after joining the navy, just as alcoholism affects jobs. a man with as much self-loathing as he had would've self-destructed and embraced every demon. but he didn't. he got his fucking act together during his time as Lt. Jones because his brother was his world and his light and his inspiration and his love and the source of hope for him. and then, that light DIED––due to machinations by the system that fucked them over in the first place. it wasn't just understandable for bright and starry-eyed Lt. Jones to fall so far after his brother's death. it was inevitable.
AU where Allison and Isaac are still here and Stalia does not exist. I’ve noticed that you guys go cuckoo for Theo and Peter but I decided to write about the boys that don’t get enough love: Brett, Liam, and Isaac.
Y/N = Your Name Warnings: Hot men, cutie pie Liam, dorky Stiles, explicit language??? Oh and sexual content af Song Inspo: Company by Tinashe
For as long as you lived in Beacon Hills, things have never brightened up for you. For years you went unnoticed by anyone until Senior year. In your family, your mom was a beautiful landmark. Every man wanted to be with her even if it meant death by their spouse or her beloved husband. Your dad was, to be honest, a sex god. Although, no one could understand how two beautiful people came together to give birth to you. Your hair was thick but dull, always tangled, the hair on your body grew thick so you had to shave every day, you didn’t have bad acne but you would have pimples and zits in unwanted places like around your lips or your forehead. You mom told you not to worry because she went through the same thing, she also said things would go your way around Junior year.
She was right. All throughout Junior year, your body went through “slow” change. By Senior year, you grew a cup size, your body had more defined curves, you had to shave less because your mom took you waxing and your hair grew back finer. Let’s not forget about the hair, your hair had more shine and volume and away the acne, hello radiance! During your come up, you came across a few friends like Danny, Gwen, Josh, Hayden, Mason, Corey, and Allison. Aside from Allison, the seven of you constantly hung out with each other so when you got to Senior year, you weren’t alone.
Here you were on Danny’s bed listening to him talk about your last year together. Josh sat in the corner playing a game on his phone, clearly frustrated that he was losing. You pursed your lips and sat up quickly. “I know what we should do!” Danny widened his eyes and blinked a few times before he could ask what. “It’s something that we all do pretty well,” Danny cocked his head to the side, took a look at Josh then back at you. “Let’s throw a party that we’ll all remember.” That got Josh’s attention, he put the phone down and clasped his hands behind his head, “I’m down.” “What kind of party? I feel like we’re running out of ideas.” You scoffed and reached in your bag for twizzlers, “you’re running out of ideas, let’s have a Coachella theme.” Josh plopped on the bed next to you with a big grin. The two of you looked at Danny. He smiled and nodded in approval, “I can’t believe I never thought of that. Coachella it is, where are we going to have the venue?” “Why would you ask that?” Josh scoffed, “I know people.” You smiled at the thought of wearing that outfit your mom bought last week. This was going to be fun.
Stiles approached Danny in the locker room. “Hey, good lookin’,” Stiles leaned against his locker with a sneaky smile, “how’s it goin?” Danny sighed and turned to look at him and Scott.
Danny: What do you want? Stiles: Why do you assume there’s something I want? Danny: Because you’re Stiles Stiles: Point well taken, there is something I actually want Danny: What? Scott: We heard you’re having a party? Danny: Yeah Stiles: Were you going to invite us? Danny: To be fair, every time you guys show up, weird stuff happens Stiles: You ever think it might be you? Scott: Danny, we won’t be weird, I promise Danny: *sighs* You guys can come over if you contribute Stiles: I don’t know if my dance moves are that good but if you really want me to, I guess I can bust a few out the closet Scott: I think he means contribute by pitching in for the drinks… Danny: Yeah…I’ll text you the details, later *closes his locker and leaves* Scott: Dance moves? Stiles: If you ever bring that up I’ll shove wolfsbane down your throat
At lunch, Danny sat his tray on the table. You and Josh came soon after laughing about an inside joke. “So how’d it go?” Danny told you guys how much people he got in and then you guys discussed the amount of drinks that would have to be bought. There was also a matter of decorations, which for some odd reason, your parents were more happy to provide. They even told you that they’d go out of town for the weekend. “Y/N!” You snapped out of your trance and hummed in response. Josh told you to go ask Allison and Mason if they were still going.
Liam was still sulking after a month of the bite. He couldn’t get a handle on his transformations. For example, Liam looked up to see a sexy girl wearing black pants that pronounced her curves, a jacket to conceal what her white crop top couldn’t. Liam quickly moved his hands under the table, to hide the incoming claws. You approached Mason and Allison at their table with a smile. “Hey guys, we got a party this Friday if you’re up for it.” Stiles stood with a sly grin, “Danny already invited us,” Scott pulled him down by his arm. You smiled at the cute boy. “Sure, I’m in,” Mason shrugged. Allison smiled and put a hand on Lydia’s shoulder. “Can’t, I’m going shopping with –” “We can shop and go to a party, it’s been a while since I’ve been to one” Lydia took a bite out of her lunch while Allison made her lips into a thin line. You scanned the table and laid eyes on Liam. “What about you?” Liam nearly choked on his tongue trying to speak. “Wait, aren’t you Hayden’s nemesis?” Liam slowly nodded but furrowed a brow once he saw you form your lips into a sexy smirk. “Perfect, you have to come, Liam.” The way you said his name was enough to give him a boner. With that, you told them the theme and walked off.
The party was coming along. A few people came a little too early. People like Scott and Stiles. They helped Danny set up beer kegs and set out drinks. Josh was serious about knowing people. The house was a perfect setup for the party. It was also spacious so the neighbors wouldn’t complain about the noise. Isaac rolled in the house with two coolers. Stiles face palmed himself when they opened the coolers. Each were full of soda and Caprisuns. “Isaac I told you to get drinks!” Isaac gave him a toothy smile and pointed at them, “yeah, I got the good stuff, sprite, mountain dew, Dr. Pepper, and a whole bunch of Caprisuns.” Stiles was about to kill the oblivious boy before you interrupted. “Great thinking, it is Coachella after all.” You reached inside the cooler and grabbed a Caprisun. “Thanks, you can put them over in the kitchen, Stiles.” You gave Isaac a wink then walked away. You could feel his eyes raking over your body, the feeling creating a tiny pool in your shorts.
More people flooded in and the party really started to kick off. The smell of sweat, liquor, smoke, and perfume gave off an intoxicating scent. At one point, someone brought in edible body paint, a table to play beer pong on and a whole bunch of floating for the pool. Brett walked in with his posse. They knew most of the kids attending the party were from Beacon Hills but that what made it fun. A girl bumped into him, he looked down to see a pretty strawberry blonde. Lydia. Behind her was Allison, Malia, Scott, Stiles, and Liam. Brett smirked at him and ruffled his hair, “aww the little pup is with the big Kids.” Liam bared his teeth at his enemy. Brett couldn’t help but chuckle, “put those away before you accidentally maul someone. Jesus Scott, you don’t train your puppy?” Before Liam could lunge for him, Isaac got there in time to help Scott pull him back. Brett shrugged his shoulders and walked away from the group. He walked into the kitchen to grab a beer when you walked in. The way your ass was cradled in your shorts made him bite his lip. He’d never seen you before and that made him curious. The choker around your neck turned him on more than it should have. The thought of hearing you moan while his hand tightened around your neck, excited him beyond measure.
“Like what you see?” “What if I do?” “Answer the question” “You answer mine” You smiled and moved closer. “I guess both of our questions will go unanswered.” You grabbed the two beers and headed out the kitchen. Brett smiled at what he had just encountered. He loved mysteries and you seemed like a golden one.
A large group of people agreed to play truth or dare in the living room. Everyone decided it would be easier to play it on an app. The app would take people’s names and it would spin. The group would decide if that person completed the dare correctly. We had a choice of 3-10 rounds, we all chose 10 because we all had nothing better to do. If you choose truth, you have to take two shots of vodka. If you didn’t complete the dare or do it, you had to take two shots of tequila. Truths are worth up to three points depending on how juicy the answer is, dares are worth up to 5 points but you get zero if you chicken out. The most players with the most points win the game.
The game continued, after round four, the dares started to get a little dirty. Lydia had to take a strawberry in her mouth and kiss Aiden for five seconds. When they finished, Aiden seemed hot and flustered while Lydia smiled innocently. Danny had to strip tease the whole group, Mason Eskimo kissed Allison, and Hayden down two shots after refusing to give Liam a hickey. “Y/N, spin a bottle until you land on a guy. Then take off your pants and sit on his crotch until the next round.” You grabbed the empty beer bottle and gave it a good spin. Everyone watched it turn and cheered once it landed on Isaac. He gave you a sly grin and opened his legs a little wider on the couch. You left your comfy position on the floor, slid your shorts off, to sit right on top of Isaac’s member. He kept his hands to the side because he didn’t want to make you feel weird.
Halfway through the next round, you wrapped his arms around your waist so he could get comfortable. You leaned against his chest, unintentionally pressing yourself harder against him. Everyone was laughing at Aiden because he had to draw a smiley face on Stiles’ butt. While you laughed your body vibrated a bit, turning Isaac on. You turned you him and smiled, “you’re enjoying this.” Isaac returned your smile, “a hot girl is sitting on my lap with no pants on, of course, I’m enjoying this.” You bit your lip and subtly grounded into him by moving back in forth, creating friction. His size was unmistakably large and he wasn’t even fully hard. You wanted to moan but you didn’t want to grab too much attention to yourself, Isaac tightened his arms to try and stop you. The feeling was great but he didn’t want everyone to see how aroused he was after she would have to get off of him. Isaac wasn’t going to let you have all the fun, he started whispering dirty, obscene things in your ear and nibbled on your ear lobe. You had to conceal the moan with a heavy sigh and stopped moving so he would let up.
The circle got smaller after Danny had to confess on his dirtiest fantasies. His fantasy included Ethan and small toys. The two raced out the room while everyone groaned. Hayden downed two shots of tequila after calling quits halfway through a dare in which she had to eat raw spaghetti with Stiles. Malia surprised everyone by drinking a tall glass of mixed alcohol without stopping. She didn’t even blink. Moving on from dirty, the dares went very dirty. Allison had to put a piece of ice in her vagina and leave it there, once it melted she had to replace it until it was her turn again. You had to eat whip cream off of Brett. He hooked his hands behind his head and let you go to work. You made sure to trail up his hairy leg quickly, kiss/eat up his arm until you reached his collar bone. You made your tongue flat, making sure you get all of the cream. Brett hummed in approval when you reached his hot neck. You even left a few kisses here and there. Before touching his lips, you cleaned off his chest and used the tip of your tongue to swipe off the cream around the outline of his member. He grinned at the contact. Your hot tongue didn’t throw him off but it pleased him. The people in the room gasped and cooed in agreement. You straddled his waist and licked a line up his throat. Underneath you, Brett shuddered at the sensual act. The unusual feeling sent shockwaves to his sex making it hard for him to pretend that he wasn’t enjoying himself. Brett shocked you by grabbing your lips before you could lick off all the cream. He gave you a smirk afterward and stood up.
The last round was hectic. Almost everyone was drunk except Stiles, You, and Brett. They were going along with the craziest dares to rack up points. A girl named Kelsi gave Stiles a blowjob for two full songs. She pulled him away so they could finish up in the next room. Allison took off her bra to let Kira and Lydia suck on her nipples for one whole minute. Malia masturbated in front of the whole group, Scott had to let Hayden rub his inner thighs and not get hard, and Aiden yanked carried Lydia out of the room so they could have sex. Liam was the last dare. His dare involved you and him for 7 minutes of heaven.
You laughed as Liam fumbled around for a light switch. Drunk and frustrated that you were laughing at him, he accidentally glowed his eyes. At the sudden realization of what he did, he quickly retreated to a corner and grabbed his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, please don’t be scared…” You smiled at his cute behavior.
“I’m a monster, aren’t I?” “I thought you were a werewolf” “How’d you…” “It’s Beacon Hills, right? You can’t be that hot and not be supernatural” “You think I’m hot?” “No, I think you’re adorable” “I'm…Not…Adorable…” Liam’s voice grew deep and husky.
He didn’t have to glow his eyes to know where you were. He walked towards you calmly and pinned you against the wall. Your breath hitched as you felt his heated presence hovering over you. Liam was tired of being treated like a kid, he was going to show you that he wasn’t. Not being able to see heightened your sense, making you more sensitive. You jumped at the touch of his warm, steady hands, gliding from your hips to the small of your back. At the same time, Liam leaned in to breathe heavily against your ear, “are you scared?” You could feel your folds being slick with your sweet juices at the sound of his rough voice. You shook your head no. Liam planted a wet kiss on your neck then growled against your soft skin, the vibrations making you feel good. “You should be.” Liam ran a claw down your neck to ensure to felt how sharp it was. He trailed down and tugged at the front of your bralette, threatening to snap it and let your breasts fly freely. You moaned in anticipation, urging the wolf inside Liam to continue. Liam was scared of hurting you so he backed up just as the closet door opened. At the end of the game, Mason totaled the points. You and Brett tied since Stiles left the room.
Everyone left the room and the ache between your legs could not be subsided by a toy. You had to have sex and you needed it now. There was only one problem, well three. Who would you choose to accompany you for the night?
“Liam….c’mon. If you don’t hurry up with popcorn I’m starting the movie without you!”you yelled,throwing a cushion at him.”Babe we’ve watched The Outsiders like a hundred times already.” he replies,wrapping his arms around your waist.”We’ve been dating two years though, so we’re actually falling behind on this modern classic.”you smile, planting a kiss on his lips before you both make your way to the couch.
“Oh my god young Rob Lowe was so beautiful in this movie.Look at that bone structure..” you breath. Liam huffed lightly beside you.”Babbbbeee don’t get jealous.I was just kidding.” you say as you turned to sit on his lap. “ Liam you know I love you.” you say as you take his face into your hands gazing into his eyes. “Really?”he replies resting his forehead against yours. You leaned slowly into a soft delicate kiss. Your hands tangling in Liams hairs as his hands rested on your lower back pulling you in close to him.
Liam deepened the kiss as his hands lightly squeezed your ass.You slowly guided his hand to your breasts. You broke the kiss and pulled your shirt off to reveal a black lace bra. Liam looked at you like you were a four course meal. “Liam…I’m ready.”you whisper.”Y/N I don’t want you to feel presumed because I know it’s your first tim-” he rambles but you cut him off by pressing a rough kiss to his lips. Liam picked you up and brought you to the bedroom where you assumed the same position on the bed. “Y/N” Liam breathed ” If you feel uncomfortable just stop me okay?”. You replied with a nod. Liam attacked you with rough,hungry kisses. You slowly began to grind on his thigh , desperate to get rid of the ache in your core. Liam smirked as he tore off your underwear. ”Liam! They were expensive!” you shriek as he threw you on the bed. Liam attacked your collarbones leaving dark purple bruises along the way. Liam pressed a thumb to your clit. He pushed two fingers in stretching you out as you gasped at the pleasure. His fingers curled inside you as a wave of pleasure washed through you.”Liam fuck…I’m not…not gonna…last.” you say writhing beneath him.He smirked seeing the mess you had become. He lifted off his shirt as you kissed your way down his chest. You nipped at his chest leaving purples bruises all over him as you felt a growl gather in his chest. You fingers slipped into the waistband of his under wear where you gripped his hard length as he let out a small pleasured groan. He removed his underwear in a swift movement. You lay back on the bed as he leans over you. “If it hurts stop me okay?.” “Okay Dunbar but please just fuck me already!”you giggle. He slowly pushed himself into you.You felt a slight pain but it was soon replaced with pleasure once you adjusted to his size. He thrusted slowly into you making sure you were okay. “Liam fuck yes….harder…” you say clawing at his back. His paced picked up as you devoured every inch of you. You felt a knot in your stomach,knowing you were near release. Your walls tightened around Liam as he moaned your name, thrusting out his high. You were sent over the edge as your hips bucked up. You screamed Liams name as you let out your sweet release.
Liam got up and got you a shirt and some underwear as you came down from your high. “How was it?Was it okay?” he rambled. “ Liam it was perfect” you said nuzzling into him. “Wanna do it again?” he smirked. You jumped up off the bed. “Race you to the shower!”
request : please please please write a Liam imagine taking place back at that scene when Hayden and Liam “made love” but instead of Hayden can you replace it with the reader? and it could be cute and stuff
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You could tell by the disheartened way Liam was watching you slip on your- or rather, his- sweatshirt that he didn’t want you to leave just yet. It was nearing eleven o'clock at night, on a school night no less, and you probably should have been making your way home a half hour ago, but the persistent younger boy had encouraged you to stay just a little while longer. You had originally said that you’d stay for only ten more minutes, though that had quickly turned into an hour.
The plump pout of Liam’s lips when you walked over to his bed and swooped down to kiss him goodbye only further confirmed your suspicions. He didn’t even bother to kiss back, slumped against his headboard and glaring. You sighed as he began to insist you stay longer, as expected. “C’mon, pleeaaaseee stay over. Just a little longer, Y/N,” he clung to your hand, whining. “Pretty please, baby,” he batted his eyelashes at you.
You reluctantly shook out of his desperate grip, shaking your head. “Aw, Liam, you know I would but your parents are gonna be home in a bit and my mom doesn’t want me out this late with school in the morning.” You leaned down again, a hand winding through Liam’s soft hair and down to his cheek, this time kissing the side of his face instead of his lips. Liam pulled you back down toward him, arms around your waist and his nose nuzzling your neck affectionately. “You- you’re, aw, stop, Liam! You’re making me not wanna leave,” you mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grip.
“Good,” he muttered, planting a kiss on your mouth. “Don’t. You can stay, my parents won’t be home until after school tomorrow.” With that pleading, yet adoring, look in his eyes, he gazed at you. And you gave in. He knew you were sleeping over for the first time ever when you reached for your phone in your back pocket, a defeated sigh escaping your lips.
“I’ll text my mom and say I’m at Lydia’s.” An ecstatic smile gracing his ever handsome face, your boyfriend pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You couldn’t help but grin back at him. He had one of those infectious smiles. He didn’t smile like that too often, only on the rarest of occasions when with crowds of people. But every time he looked at you like that, you felt warm. Sometimes, the warmth was so overwhelming you had to look away. He was too bright. Looking at him smile was like looking at the sun, basking in its warmth, after not being able to feel it shine on your face for months.
“You’re doing your thinking face,” he said, tapping your nose. You shyly smiled back at him, nodding as you rolled off his lap and sat next to him on his bed. His hand looped around your waist. “Whatcha thinking ‘bout, pretty girl?”
Another smile exchanged between the both of you as you said, “You, of course. What else?”
“Don’t make me blush.” He ducked his head, nose wrinkled with displeasure at the fact that his cheeks were now turning a quite lovely shade of pink. “I’m glad you’re thinking about me. I’m always thinking about you. You’ve been on my mind since the day we met and you haven’t left it since.”
His flirting skills had improved very much so, you had to admit it. You didn’t even have time to reply to his rather smooth comment. Liam was already tucking his hand behind your head and smoothing out the strands of your hair, pulling you toward him. His mouth on yours, soft in the way he kissed and the way they felt on yours. Liam, surprisingly enough, was very shy when it came to his relationship with you. Hesitant to kiss at first, to display affection in public, to hug you, to touch you. He was pretty nervous most of the time, but it had been much worse when he had first tried to ask you to be his girlfriend. You were the stunning, confident, intelligent, funny, kind, sweet, overall lovely older girl that Liam adored with all of his heart, even before you had reciprocated his feelings.
This was precisely the reason why you were just a bit startled when he deepened the kiss, his lips pressing harder and faster against yours and his hands easily gliding down your body until they rested firmly on your hips. Your lipgloss smeared against his mouth as he kissed more urgently, shifting you up onto his lap. His hands curved down your back as your hands slid up to his hair, soft as silk when you tugged at it. Pulling at his hair seemed to only excite him further, and you suddenly felt a light squeeze on your butt, one with enough pressure to cause you to buck your hips slightly.
Liam pulled away, swallowing down the light gasp he had almost let out at the feeling of you grinding up against him. Anything you did pretty much turned him on, but things like this made him practically die right there. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed shakily, staring up at this goddess on his lap and wondering how in the world he had gotten so lucky. “Baby, please, can- can we…” Not knowing how to approach this, he stopped, hoping you’d catch on.
And you did. Cupping his cheek, gazing into his loving blue eyes, you wanted it, too. “I’d be your first, wouldn’t I?” You asked him. He nodded, and for a moment, the thought that he was too inexperienced to love you properly crossed his mind. “Oh, my Liam. Are you sure you want it to be with me? I don’t want it to be a disappointment, less than you’ve been expecting-” he placed a finger over your lips.
“I’m sure,” he said softly. “I’ve never been so sure. I want my first time to be with someone I love, and you’re the one I love. I love you.” He kissed your forehand, your nose, the center of each cheek, the corner of your lips, your chin, your lips themselves. “Let me… let me make love to you. Hm? Please? Can we?”
“Okay,” you whispered to him, capturing his lips in a kiss once again and this time trying your damnedest not to let go. You had to though, in the moment where he was eagerly taking his sweatshirt off of you, exhaling at the breathtaking sight of you in just your bra and panties. And then he was kissing down your chest, your stomach, your inner thighs, all over your beautiful body. He planted kisses across your neck, scattering bruises along your collarbones, low enough so that no one would see them or know about them but the two of you. His head was spinning. He could barely think straight; his action no longer felt like his own anymore and he was strangely fine with it. His shirt was off soon enough, your hands running up and down his bare chest, and then he was on top of you, and everything was perfect.
You were curled up next to Liam with nothing but his long sweater on again, knees pulled up to your chest and one of your hands holding his as you began to drift off to sleep. Liam was staring up at his ceiling, his free hand resting over his heart, which was still beating incredibly fast. There was a stupid grin etched permanently onto his face, and he wasn’t sure it was going to come off anytime soon. He felt like he was glowing. There was an angel sleeping beside him, a girl who had set his heart ablaze and ignited every cell in his body.
He shook you awake, turning on the lamp and rolling on his side to gaze at you as you opened your eyes at him. “Y/N?”
“Yes, my love?” You mumbled, one side of your face smushed into the pillow. He took a breath.
“Is this real?”
“Is what real?”
“This,” he gestured between the two of you, “us, what we just did, everything, you and me, me and you. Is it real, or am I dreaming a really nice dream that’s going to kill me when I wake up in the morning and figure out it wasn’t real?” He seemed genuinely concerned, so you pecked him on the lips gently.
“We’re real,” you said.
“Kiss me again, just to prove it.” He tapped his lips expectantly, and you obliged. He paused. “Again?” You kissed him again. “One more time, pretty please?” You kissed him once more, before wrapping your arms around his waist and cuddling up against him, the words I love you slipping out of your mouth in an almost silent prayer. Love, love, love. It was the last thing on his mind when he finally went to sleep that night, and the first thing he thought of when he woke up that morning and saw that you were still sleeping soundly beside him. He had never felt so warm.