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A Fire in Winter (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

title: a fire in winter

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: language, mentions of injuries, slow burn

a/n: i haven’t written anything in goddamn forever but my inspiration finally hit so hopefully y’all like it omg

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5. Being Attacked by Bugs

So andavs is not quite ready to post her art version yet (we already checked, the mind meld factor is not high…), but I wanted to put this up because it is a special gift for obriensnipples! Primarily as a belated birthday present, because she wanted Derek mowing the lawn shirtless but also because rough times suck and I hope this fic helps with that even if only a little bit!

So this next Not Quite Normal OTP challenge is for you, babe! I hope it brightens your day a little bit!

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Stiles’ summer vacation does not start out well. In fact, it starts out pretty poorly.

Okay, really, it’s a fucking disaster.

 Because, Stiles is walking out of Beacon Hills High, officially a Junior now that the final bell has rung, and he’s talking to Scott who keeps insisting that Junior year will be the year that he will finally ask Allison out and Scott has fallen behind to stare at her and Stiles keeps walking because Scott will catch up eventually, though Stiles is keeping an eye on him, and-

Well, that’s when he gets hit by a car.

Not just any car, though. No, when Stiles regains consciousness and manages to blink away the dark spots that take up 90% of his vision, he finds himself staring at the front of a black Camaro.

And the only black Camaro in Beacon Hills belongs to…

“Oh my god.” Derek Hale.

Derek Hale, the now-senior lacrosse player and subject of almost all of Stiles’ dirtiest fantasies.

He groans. And it’s only partly from the pain.

“Fuck.”

“Stiles!” Scott sounds frantic. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“I don’t need,” Stiles tries. And then stops. Because he looks down to see his leg covered in blood and he has never liked blood and- well, he doesn’t complain when Scott stands up with the phone pressed to his ear.

“I’m sorry!” Derek Hale is saying and he sounds… angry? This is not how Stiles wanted his first interaction with Derek Hale to go. “You just- you just walked right into the road!”

“Dude,” Stiles replies, rubbing at his eye. “Are you really blaming me for this?”

“Not blaming you, I just- you walked right in front of me!”

“You hit me with your car!” Stiles winces at the sounds of his own voice. It’s too loud. Everything is too loud.

When he opens his eyes again, Derek’s eyebrows are draw together in concern.

“I’m sorry,” Derek repeats. It’s probably just the result of Derek’s ridiculously attractive face and Stiles’ epic crush on the kid, but Stiles forgives him instantly. Even though he’s getting colder by the second and he’s pretty sure that’s not a good thing.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, waving a hand and regretting it when the motion hurts his leg somehow. “I’m sure I’m fine.”

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A Small Flame || Jungkook || Pt. 1

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 //

Word Count: 5903

Genre: dystopian/utopian!au, angst, drama

Summary: In this colorless world, her vision was painted with streaks of the rainbow whenever she saw him and that was enough to start a rebellion. 


The reporter’s voice rang through the vacuous classroom, reverberating off the walls in a monotone stream of news. Someone had forgotten to turn the television off when they left work and now it continued playing, echoing and seemingly growing louder as the building got quieter and as the news channel became the only source of movement within the large educational institution.

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Lost in Paradise (m)

Summary: The Summer Court is an eternal place of warmth and beauty. Deep within this court, past the grass and hills, lies a small cave full of flowers and fresh water. It is this cave, this paradise, which brings you and Yoongi together.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: fluff, angst, smut || summer faeire au
Warning: small scene featuring heat play
Word Count: 12,480 (final 2,000 is basically smut)
A/N: You do not have to read Trick or True to understand this one however, Jungkook is mentioned in passing. Inspired by the Iron king by Julie Kagawa. All credit for photo goes to the bighit official site.


The very first time you set eyes on Min Yoongi is on a summer day much like any other in the lands of the Summer Court; the sun bares down from its place in the center of the pale, blue sky, it’s rays hot and sweltering yet oddly comforting. Familiar, almost, to those who have grown up and lived each day in this Court of eternal summer.

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The Little Game of Hearts (Part 1/2)

Requested by anon:  Hey can I request an Isaac/Theo story where the FemaleC is part of the pack and she had this friends with benefits thing going on with Theo during season5 but obviously there were also feelings involved. And after everything went down with Theo and the Dread Doctors, Isaac showed up with Chris to finish his senior year. Theo comes back season 6,FC and Isaac are only friends but at this party she kisses him in front of Theo so he gets the clue that she’s done with him-that as the background

A/N: Thanks for the request! Because it is quite long (no problem there) and I want to do it justice, I decided to split it into two parts: the first one will be about Theo and the friends with benefits thing, the second about the Isaac situation. There is no smut, only making out. Hope you like it! xo

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You turned on your side and sighed with satisfaction as he pressed a soft kiss onto your neck. His arm rested around your waist and his body radiated comfortable warmth. It was perfect. No, it would’ve been perfect if you could actually stay here and your time together wasn’t limited.

“It’s late”, you mumbled unwillingly, realizing that the room has gone darker by the second.

Theo opened his eyes and looked at you with that unreadable expression that was such a big part of him. “I guess it is.”

The answer you would’ve wished for would’ve been: “It doesn’t matter, please stay.” But he never said that. You should’ve gotten used to that by now but it still gave you a sting. At the same time you knew perfectly well that it wouldn’t be okay to be mad at him. You had an agreement and feelings had never been a part of it. When you started seeing each other, you had had no problem with that, but Theo grew on you. And all of a sudden his mysterious persona attracted you more than expected.

However, you weren’t keen on ending this or breaking the agreement. It was too good. Every second you spent with each other was filled with pure passion, something you had never felt before. His kisses and little treatments became your addiction. Although you weren’t even sure if he was your friend, he definitely was the best friend with benefits.

After a while you finally brought yourself to stand up and pick up your underwear. Your skin was still tingling and hot from the sex you had just minutes ago. Theo’s eyes followed you through the room while he stayed in his bed, looking absolutely relaxed. His hair was still messy and his eyes still shining a little too brightly, though. You were never sure if he returned your growing feelings. Sometimes, when you were in his arms and had a quiet, intimate moment, it seemed so. Sometimes not at all.

“You know, a gentleman would accompany me home in the middle of the night”, you claimed before you pulled your shirt over your head. A halfhearted attempt.

Theo smirked. “Your car is standing right outside. Also: you’re a werewolf, you don’t need a gentleman and you’re so not a lady.”

Well, he was probably right. A lady would never play this little game with him.

“Every other girl would be offended now”, you told him nevertheless, turned around and looked at him with raised eyebrows. You were finally fully dressed but he was still naked under the blanket and lay there with his arms behind his neck and an amused grin on his lips. He looked forbidden good.

“But you’re special”, he retorted and it was impossible to say if he meant it or if he was teasing you.

You just rolled your eyes. It would be so much easier if he just stopped playing even for a second. “Right. I am. Maybe I should just search for someone else. Maybe I’m getting bored of you.”

“Really? Didn’t seem so fifteen minutes ago”, he said with unwavering confidence. Sometimes, like in that moment, his smug attitude got on your nerves.

You answered by shooting him a glare. “Maybe I’m just an exceptionally good actress.”

“Oh Y/N, believe me, I know when a girl is faking it and you definitely weren’t”, he objected complacent.

You huffed but you knew you lost. Lying was never an option when sharing the room with supernaturals. Although Theo’s heartrate always seemed to be calm and that was what made it so hard to trust him. Even for you, the person who fell for and slept with him.

“Whatever, I guess I should go now”, you grumbled, fetching the keys from his nightstand. He sat up a little straighter.

“Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?”, he asked expectantly and softly grabbed your arm to keep you from walking away. You frowned at him and his little smile.

“You never asked for one before.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t it?”

His look was intense, catching you and not letting you go. Your pulse quickened immediately, you couldn’t control it. Suddenly you longed for him, a feeling that was only heightened by your werewolf senses, and it was impossible to resist the offer. So you sighed and bent down to press your lips on his.

It was a mistake. At once the kiss sparked a fire inside of you that reared up until it filled your whole body with pure heat. You weren’t able to stop. You moaned and buried your hands in his hair while he swiftly pulled you back down onto the matrass. He embraced you tightly, your tongues intertwined and there it was again, the passion that made everything else unimportant.

You would’ve carried on if you hadn’t remembered that he originally planned on simply letting you leave. That his affection probably hadn’t the same intensity and background as yours. That thought hurt enough to allow you to come back to your senses and pull away. For a second you believed to find a trace of disappointment in his eyes but it was as quickly gone as it appeared.

“I really should go now”, you said, much colder than you intended. He let go of you and you slipped out of the bed once again.

“Okay…”, he mumbled. You ignored his tone and hurried this time as you walked straight at the door.

“Y/N?” You wished to have the strength to keep walking, but of course you turned around.

“What?”

“You know you can trust me, right?”

You swallowed hard but nodded. You really believed him that night.


Two weeks later you were standing in the rain in the middle of the forest, shivering and struggling to hold back your tears. The betrayal weighed heavy on you and seemed to pull you down to the ground. This was the worst night of your life and he was responsible for it. He was the one who broke your pack apart. And, if you were honest with yourself, also your heart.

Nevertheless, you had to see him. You had to ask him and hear from him how he could do that to you, how he could use you like that. Like you were nothing. You needed answers or you’d never find your peace again.

You twitched when he finally stepped out of the forest onto the clearing. Theo seemed watchful. His eyes were directed at you but you could read nothing in them. Not even a little trace of remorse. He stopped at a safety distance to you and remained silent.

“Why?”, you asked after a while, not able to free your voice from your immense pain.

His demeanour became defensive at once. “You know why. I need the power. I want it.”

“You said I could trust you!”, you spit as his selfish words sent waves of anger through your body.

“And you could. I never hurt you.”

“Oh you did! You did hurt me when you hurt them! That’s what it means to love, to be able to feel something! I should’ve realized, should’ve known that you’re not capable of that.  I should’ve known that you were just playing a stupid part!”

Your loud voice echoed in the clearing. You wanted to throw yourself at him, beat him and rip his throat out but at the same time you felt tired and powerless. Theo tensed up a bit but that was all the emotion he showed. He was so cold. How did you not notice before?

“This was the only way for me to get a strong pack”, Theo claimed, ignoring pretty much all your accusations.

You snorted. By now, you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore and they streamed down your face, mingling with the rain. Caused by disappointment and anger. “That’s not true. You could’ve been a part of us. You could’ve had everything! We would’ve fought for you without blinking. Hell, you could’ve had me .”

For the first time since you started this conversation, a flicker of insecurity wandered over his face. For a second he seemed to struggle. He took a step towards you but stopped almost momentarily and you were glad because you probably couldn’t have taken it. Even a simple touch of him would’ve reminded you of all the nights you had spent with this monster.

“Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to get what you want most”, he finally sighed.

You had to laugh humourlessly and wiped away your tears.  Something inside of you turned very cold and hard. So he wanted you but he wanted his stupid power more. You pressed your lips together and simply glared at him.

“Yeah, sometimes you have. Bye, Theo. I won’t kick your ass today but from now on, I don’t owe you anything. You better never see me again.” With that you turned around and walked away, never looking back.

That was your story. The story how you lost your trust in everyone and had to pick up the pieces, saving your pack. The story how Theo Raeken broke your heart and you spent months in darkness and bitterness.

At least until Isaac Lahey came back to finish his last year at Beacon Hills High.


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Peyto Lake

Banff National Park, Canada

A perfect pit stop off Icefields Parkway on the way to Jasper and the Columbia Icefield! It’s a short walk uphill to get to this viewpoint of Peyto Lake and it’s glacier. You can continue up the hill if you would like, for more aerial views of the valley from Bow Summit Lookout. If we had, had more time I would have loved to do it but we wanted to get to see Athabasca Glacier before the sun got too low. If you haven’t been to see Peyto Lake, YOU MUST GO!

© Michelle Gefre | Trail the Sun

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You were childhood friends with Derek and moved away when you were younger, now you’ve come back

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Derek x Reader

Watching the trees pass by you started to wonder. Would he remember you? Would he recognize you? You hadn’t seen him in over eight years and you had changed a lot since you were younger. You no longer wore glasses and your hair wasn’t cut in a bob anymore; it was grown out down your back. You weren’t the chubby little girl anymore as going to the gym was one of your daily habits.

The taxi driver stopped outside of the hotel you were staying in and even helped you carry your bags up to your room. Once you were settled, you decided to see how much Beacon Hills had really changed. Walking to the bus stop, you decided that your first trip would be to the high school to see if your old teachers were still there; they weren’t. You then went to the hospital to see if your old neighbor was still a surgeon there; he was. You then went to your old neighborhood to see who was still living there and who wasn’t.

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I suppose so

request from @ra-veela-claw x : Draco x reader where Draco takes care of her because she got stuck outside in the rain soaked to the bone…

sorry if its short, I can do part two if this not enough. I love draco requests guys so this made me super happy… keep sending me requests guys!!!!!

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance


Since it was the autumn holidays at Hogwarts, and you didn’t have another home to go to at the moment, due to your auntie and uncle staying, you stayed in school. It was quiet- it was miserable; the corridors were freezing cold and outside school grounds where full of puddles. Most of your house had left, and the others all went out for the day in Hogsmeade, so you were stuck in your dorm by yourself. 

You leapt out of bed, your feet hit the icy wooden floor, and your whole body shivered. It was freezing. 

The fire place had ran out of wood in your dorm, and lucky you, the only place for the fire wood- that was dry- was in Hagrid’s. So as fast as you could, you found the closest matching items near you and dressed yourself, along with y/h scarf wrapped around your neck and y/h bobble hat snug on your head. Leaving your common room, you set off to Hagrid’s. 


‘Hey Hagrid, how are you?’ you quivered as you entered the Gamekeepers humble hut. 

‘Oh, Hey love, I’m fine. Whats up wi’ you? Why are you ‘ere?’ He handed you one of his hot chocolates, in a gigantic mug.

‘ Yeh, I’m fine thank you Hagrid,’ you took a sip of the steaming hot beverage he gave to you  ‘but by any chance do you have any spare fire wood lying around, my dorm ran out you see and its bloody freezing in there!’ 

‘Ah-ugh, one sec there, ill have a check.’ and off he popped into the other room, hitting his head across the wooden beams. 

‘- AH, found some ‘ere!’ a muffled yet loud shout came from the other room. 

You stood up, taking the wood from his hands, and thanked him for the trouble you had caused. Before you went to sit back down, you heard patters on the ceiling. 

‘Oh, Merlin!’ you jumped up to see that the grounds were almost instantaneously soaked by the few seconds of rain that fell. ‘Hagrid, I’m awfully sorry, but I really must go, I can’t get this wood wet or it won’t work, thankyou Hagrid I had a lovely tim-’ and you were already running back up the hill. 

Your clothes were stuck firmly to your body, showing your bright coloured bra that you totally forgot about, but it didn’t bother you since you kept the wood dry. You walked the rest, looking like a drenched mess, when you come across a blond boy running towards you. 

is that Draco Malfoy? It can’t be. Why would he be running to me?

And to your surprise, it was Draco. He came rushing towards where you were stood, but slowed his pace when the two of you made eye contact. 

‘Er- I saw you, from the tower,’ he pointed up so you could see, ‘and you were running so, er- I came to check if you are okay? Are you okay?’ The blond boy stuttered, covering his head with, what seemed to look like, a book. 

‘oh-erm, yes, i’m fine Draco, I was just getting some wood off Hagrid,’ you shivered as the rain got colder and heavier ‘the dorm had no wood for fire.’

‘ah er, y/n’ he looked down at your chest to notice your neon underwear bulging through your white shirt, ‘here, you can use this.’ his cheeks became a shade of pink, and he wore his signature smirk, before handing you his long black coat. 

‘oh, Merlin sakes! I’m so sorry.’ you stammered, flustering at his remark, and obligingly took his coat, instantly covering your soaking shirt. 

You looked down to hide your redness, but it was too late, he saw. 

‘You know, y/n, I never thought that you would have bright coloured underwear, since you love dark colours..?’ he broke the silence, nervously laughing at the sight he had seen. 

‘well, it was the only spare I had lying arou- wait how did you know I love dark colours?’ you looked back up at Draco.

His hair flopped and became messy from the rain, it almost made him look attractive. Secretly, you blame the rain, making you think delusional thoughts about him; you have never even spoken to him! But then again, his eyes- blue eyes - made contact with yours and your stomach fluttered. Are you seriously developing a crush on Draco fucking Malfoy?

‘Ah, ur,’ he hesitated, looking for an excuse, ‘you told me one time, I remember.’

‘Draco, I have never spoken to you. I think I would remember speaking to such a pretty Malfoy,” you blurted out, not realising what you actually just said. 

‘Am I pretty, y/l/n?’ he grinned at your comment, and you felt helplessly under his control. How did he make you do that?

‘ugh,’ this time you hesitated, ‘I suppose so.’ 

You are such an idiot.

‘hm, well your not to bad yourself, love.’ he stopped walking and shuck his head at his response. 

You sniggered louder than you thought, and crunched your belly.

*swoop!* 

No, if you weren’t an idiot before, now you were.

You slipped on the wet grass, falling right on your arse. Draco chuckled, but little did Draco know, you gripped on to his hand, causing the pale boy to fall with you. 

‘Ah, so I see your already falling for me, huh?’ Draco smiled, causing you to mirror his image. 

‘ugh’ you brushed back his blond locks behind his ear, ‘I suppose so.’


arghhhh, I was really loving this request so I started to right immediately, I hope this is okay for you lovely! 

Josh Dun Imagine

this was kinda a request, I just elaborated and added a bit more.  Idk how I feel about this one, but I hope you guys like it!!

The Man Across The Street

The sun shone heavily on your back causing warmth to spread through your entire body.  It felt nice after spending eight hours in your air conditioned office space on the twelfth floor.  You gripped your briefcase tightly in one hand and stretched your neck side to side before settling in a consistent stride.  

You focused on the ground in front of you, watching as your shadow mimicked your poor posture and flat feet, until something else caught your eye.  

The man across the street walked at an almost identical pace.  You recognized him immediately as the guy who held the elevator door for you just minutes prior.  You’d seen him around the building other times, as well; in the hallways, on the stairs, by the coffee bar on the main floor. That bright pink hair was painstakingly recognizable.  

You pretended to ignore him the entire way home, only throwing glances out of the corner of your eye, until you stopped in front of your building.  You watched for a moment as he continued down the street, one hand in his pocket, the other clutching a beige bag, never looking up from his feet.  

- - - - - -

The cool autumn air gave rise to goosebumps all over your body.  You wrapped your sweater around yourself tighter and continued down the cobblestone sidewalk.  You kept your head up, marveling at the infinite shades of golds and reds that had taken over the city.  

Leaves crunched under your flats, making an auditory note of every step you took. It covered up the sound of your breathing, which had grown heavier from the cold air shocking your system.

The man across the street paid no attention to the crunching leaves beneath his feet.  You watched briefly as he kicked a few of them around before continuing on his way.

His hair matched the pink sunset overhead, bright and bold and beautiful.  

It was the last thing you noticed before walking into your apartment for the night.

- - - - - -

Heavy snow fell from the sky.  The street lamps lit up the sidewalk, illuminating the thousands of large flakes around you.  You made a mental note to start wearing heavier boots to work for nights like this.  

You tucked your gloved hands underneath each of your armpits and trudged home, trying to pay attention to each step you took so as not to fall.

The man across the street had a scarf, hat, and mittens on.  You were jealous of how prepared he seemed to be for this snow storm.  You made another mental note for yourself to start checking the weather before leaving for work each morning.

The man walked faster than you.  His winter boots clearly had better traction than your dressy ones.  As he got further ahead, you noticed the back of his hair poking out.  Except, it wasn’t pink, it was yellow.  

You trudged on and used it as your guiding light through the storm the whole way home.

- - - - - -

Spring had always been your least favorite season.  Snow and ice melted with no boundaries, leaving traces of mud all over the sidewalk.  You stomped your bulky boots through scummy puddles and tried not to splash remnants of it everywhere.  

It wasn’t dark yet, which made you feel hopeful that this dirty weather wouldn’t be around for long.  

The man across the street walked without a hat for the first time in months.  You smiled seeing his yellow hair in full for the first time.  It was bright and flashy.  The kind of thing that demanded attention.  It reminded you of blooming flowers and sunshine, infinite growth and beauty.  

You walked home, your strides aligned once again.  And as the sound of snow melting from building tops covered up the sound of your boot’s heavy stomps, you couldn’t help but notice his bright hair out of the corner of your eye the entire way home.  

- - - - - -

The first thing you noticed upon leaving work was how freeing it felt to be outside once again without a heavy jacket weighing you down.  You had brought one, just in case, but it lingered in your arms, unneeded and more of a burden than anything as you started your walk home.  Summer was just visible in the horizon, but the weather still fluctuated between sunny and warm and breezy and cool, so it was impossible to ever be fully prepared.

The second thing you noticed upon leaving work was that the man across the street wasn’t there.

He’d been particularly easy to spot in the last few months with his yellow hair, but as you scanned the other side of the road, up and down, he was no where to be found.  Your heart sunk a little, which surprised you.  But you justified your disappointment as normal.  He had become a part of your routine, just like eating a peanut butter and fluff sandwich everyday was.  Your heart would sink if you opened your lunchbox to bologna, just as it did in the man’s absence.  Nothing strange or unusual about being effected by a disrupted routine.  

You frowned slightly before deciding it was time to head home.  You walked for less than a minute before you heard rapid footsteps behind you and felt someone grip your elbow.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” A man’s voice asked.

You instinctively tried to jerk your arm away, but the grip was too strong.  When you turned to look at who was grabbing you, you were shocked to see the man with yellow hair.  

He leans down, close enough so that you can smell him, and whispers in your ear, “Someone’s following you.”

Once he’s confident you’re not going to shove him away, the man loops his arm with yours, leading you down the road en route to your apartment.   He casts a couple glances over his shoulder, subtly trying to see if the person following you had gone.  On his second glance, he sighs a breathe of relief and loosens his grip on your arm.

“He turned around.”

You automatically let go of his arm.

“Who was it?” you ask.

“I didn’t recognize him, which is what made me nervous… I’d never seen him before.”

You nod, exhaling the anxiety that had been building up inside of you.  “Well, thanks. I appreciate it”

You were relieved to see you apartment building just over the hill.  You didn’t feel much like walking alone the rest of the night.

The man nodded and extended his hand, “I’m Josh, by the way.”

You smiled, taking his hand in yours and shaking it, “Y/N.” you introduced.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he grinned.  

You thought about his comment later that night as you laid in bed.  You found yourself wondering if Josh had noticed your presence on the opposite side of the street as much as you’d noticed his.  

- - - - - -

You felt slightly paranoid walking home the next day.  You immediately noticed Josh across the way, which felt increasingly comforting, but you couldn’t help feel like someone was lingering behind you as you made your walk down the sidewalk.  

You kept casting glances towards Josh.  You found yourself wondering things about him, like which floor he worked on or what his inspiration for his sporadic hair colors were.  Every time you would gaze for too long, he’d glance over and you’d quickly look away in response.  You really had to work on your staring problem.  

After three different occasions of awkward eye contact with Josh, you watched out of the corner of your eye as he looked both ways, then started jogging across the street.  

“Hey,” he called, as he hurried to catch up to you.  You stopped, of course, baffled and unsure as to whether or not he was talking to you.  “Mind if I walk with you?”

You froze then, wondering immediately if the same person was following you again.  

Josh noticed the fear on your face and put his hands up, “It’s okay to say no…” he says.

You lower your voice and try to whisper loud enough for just him to hear, “Are they following me again?”

“What?” Josh asks, confused momentarily before understanding what you were referencing, “Oh… no! No, no.  I just thought maybe we could walk together tonight.”

You sigh a breathe of relief before smiling, “Yeah, that would be really nice.  I’d like that.”

The two of you walked, side-by-side, step-by-step, all the way home.  

You asked about his hair.  The burning thought that had been on your mind for so long was finally set free.  It turns out, Josh was bored by routines, but his hair was one thing he could be spontaneous about.  The pink was an after-effect of a wild red.  The yellow brightened his gloomy winter.

“What color is next?” you had asked.  

“Only time will tell,” he says, his eyes shimmering.

Josh walked you right up to your apartment door before saying goodbye.  You were so intrigued by everything he had to say, and had to admit you were disappointed to be at your doorstep.  It was the first time you’d ever wished your walk home was longer.  

- - - - - -

Every day in the weeks to follow, Josh was waiting outside of the building by the time you got out of work.  His face always breaks into the same, huge smile when he sees you walking through the double doors, and you can never help but reciprocate.  

You talk the entire way home, learning about each other.  Likes, dislikes, pet peeves, funny childhood stories.  Josh was a man of infinite laughter and curiosity.  You looked forward to walking home with him daily.  It was, often times, what got you through until five o’clock.  

“How was work?” he asks, one evening, extending his arm for you to take.

You’re surprised by his gesture, but ultimately flattered.  You latch on, and start walking with him down the cobblestone.

“It was long,” you respond. “How was yours?”

“Also long, equally boring.  Why do we work these jobs?” he asks.

You shrug, “Gotta pay rent I guess.”

“I’m serious though— I mean.  I hate my job, I don’t get why I do it.”  

He’s silent for a moment, like he’s thinking hard.  “What would you do—“ he finally says, “if you didn’t have to worry about rent or bills?  If you could do anything?”

You furrow your brow, thinking about his question, “I suppose I’d travel.”

“Where?”

“Europe, I think.”

“Have you ever been?”

You shake your head.  “No, I mean, I have work…”

“I think that’s a crime.”

You frown, “What do you mean?”

“That’s your dream, right?  To go to Europe.   And you’ve never been because of some dumb job you don’t even like.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “But I have responsibilities.  I’m committed to my job.  People count on me.”

“To what? Fax papers for them?  It doesn’t really mean anything.  Neither of our jobs do.”

You frown at Josh’s remark, offended by his blunt tone.

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at,” you say honestly.

He shakes his head, “Nothing.  I’m just… bored.”

The two of you walk the rest of the way in silence.

- - - - - -

Josh isn’t waiting for you the next day.  He’s not across the street either.  

You walk the entirety of the way home without any pinks or yellows to brighten your day.

You hate how much it bothers you.

- - - - - -

You accept Josh’s outstretched arm, “Where were you yesterday?” you ask.

“Just a personal day,” he says.  “Stayed home.”

“Oh… Well, I missed you.”

“Aw, you flatter me.”

“I mean it!” you say, “Walking home with you is my favorite part of the day.”

Josh stiffens beside you.  You try to gage what he’s thinking by his face, but it’s too stoic.  

“See?” he says, “How pathetic is it that a walk home with me is the highlight of your day?”

That was definitely not the reaction you were hoping for.  You let go of his arm and step away from him.  

You can’t really think of a response or defense, but it was clear that Josh didn’t feel the same way.  

“Your life is boring.  Just admit it!  It has no meaning behind it.  No passion.  You do the same thing everyday, hoping that eventually, you’ll be happy.  Or satisfied, or whatever it is.  But you’re lying to yourself.”

“You don’t know anything about my life,” you say back sharply.  “I like my job, and I like my life, just the way it is.  Not all of us need radical hair colors and spontaneous life choices to be happy.  Get off your high horse and don’t pretend like you know what’s good for me.”  

Josh bites his lip, but has no response, so instead, you shake your head before picking up your pace, leaving him behind.

You ignore him as he calls after you.

- - - - - -

You make an effort to rush out of the building the next day, hopeful that you won’t run into Josh.  Luckily, you’re out a solid ten minutes quicker than usual, and by the time you’re turning the corner on the cobblestone steps, he’s nowhere to be seen.  


You walk the whole way home alone.  

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This pattern continues until Friday when you’re forced to stay until five o’clock on the dot.  You try not to think about seeing Josh outside as you ride the elevator down to the main floor, but as soon as you push through the double doors and look to the street, you see him.  If he hadn’t been standing right by the lamp pole, you probably wouldn’t have recognized him.  His hair was no longer bright or flashy.  Instead, it was dulled down to an off-brown color.  It didn’t catch your attention by any means and you frowned at the sight of it.  

You almost skipped right over to him, before you remembered that you were mad for insulting your “boring life”.  You huffed a little before walking down the steps and turning the corner, hoping to avoid his attention.

You should be so lucky,

“Hey!” he calls, rushing up behind you.

You ignore him and keep walking.

“Wait up!” he hollers.  “Y/N, stop!”

“What do you want, Josh?” you snap, whipping around to face him.

He stops dead in his tracks, clearly taken aback by your harsh tone.  The look on his face makes you feel slightly guilty for being to abrupt, but you hold your ground.

He scratches the back of his neck, looking anxious.  He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.”

Your angry frown turns to confusion as his words sink in.

“Goodbye?” you ask, your tone civil again.

“Yeah, I quit.”

“You what?” you gasp.

“I quit my job.  Just now actually.”

“Wh— what?  Why?” you sputter.

“The only thing keeping me going, was the idea that everyone else was just as miserable as I was doing what I did.  But not you.  You’re happy.  And you were right… I shouldn’t have judged you.  I was wrong to assume that everyone was as depressed as me.  But… I just.. It made me realize that I needed to get the hell out of here.”

You listen to his words, letting it sink in that he truly meant it.  He was leaving.  You shouldn’t be as upset as you were.  Selfishly, you were mourning the infinite number of walks you thought the two of you had in the future.  But hearing Josh admit to his misery made you logically ignore the voice in your head begging him to stay and instead ask him a question.

“What happened to your hair?”

He smiles, looking up to his forehead, as if he could see it in his peripherals.

“I don’t need interesting hair anymore, cause I’m going to have an interesting life.”

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Summer fades fast and the warm, humid air is replaced by a brisk breeze.  You crossed your arms across your chest and shivered as the night set in.  You were grateful to be wearing a hat on top of your head and a scarf around your neck.  You let your eyes scan your surroundings, marveling at the infinite shades of golds and reds that had once again, taken over the city.  

Leaves fell, crunching and blowing every which way, as autumn swept through, clearing out the old and making room for the new.  

You stopped dead in your tracks at the turn with the cobblestone steps and gazed adoringly at the melted sunset in the horizon.  The pouring pinks and blistering yellows caught your eye, reminding you of the man across the street and being your guiding light all the way home.  

A Long Overdue Conversation

A/N- The second part of Long Lost Sister. I recommend reading the first part.

Here’s a second part because @winchesters-favorite-girl was right :D

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future work*

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Sam and Dean stood there with their mouths hanging open. No, there was no way the young women standing in front of them could be Y/N. She’d been off at school when the ghouls had gotten Adam and their mom, hence why she was still alive; so how had she become a hunter?

“Well, I’d say it was nice to finally meet you, but that would be lie.” Y/N gave a small nod and started to head back up the hill toward the road.

“Wait!” Sam sprinted forward and grabbed her arm, stopping her in place. Sam turned her back around to face himself and Dean. “You can’t just walk off.”

Y/N gave him a confused look, “Why not?”

“Why not?” Dean asked. This kid wasn’t serious was she? “Because you just announced that you’re our sister. You don’t think we were just going to let you skip off now did you? Especially if you’re hunting.”

Y/N huffed and then paused seeing the serious expressions they both had, “Wait, you’re not serious, are you? Really? You’ve know about me for years and haven’t cared before.”

Sam and Dean shared looks. Sam released her arm and shifted nervously from foot to foot. “Listen, Y/N, I know how it probably seems to you-”

“Oh really?” Y/N laughed. She angrily crossed her arms.  “I came home from school because apparently both my brother and mother had been missing for some time. Then I learn that not only are they dead, and killed by monsters, but so was my father. Then on top of that I learn I have two other brothers, that knew about all of this and not only didn’t care to track me down, they couldn’t even spare a minute to fill me in. But yes, I’m sure I’m not seeing it right.”

Dean grimaced, they hadn’t been trying to hurt her. They wanted to protect her and people around them seemed to have an especially short life span. Neither of them wanted that for her. Sam tried again, “Y/N, I imagine that was a lot to handle and I’m sorry, you had to handle it all by yourself. Look we can explain our side of the story and we definitely have some questions for you, but right now we’re surrounded by a bunch of headless bodies and morning is just around the corner. Why don’t we clean this up and go somewhere to talk?”

“Why should I go anywhere with you?”

“Because if we stay here we’re likely to get arrested for manslaughter.” Dean snarked. Sam shout him the bitch face; could Dean have worst timing?

“You should come with us because we genuinely want to talk to you. We could have just let you run off when you wanted to, but we didn’t.” Y/N paused; clearly very apprehensive about going with them.

“Fine, but you get to do the cleaning. I’ll meet you at the bar down on third street.” With that she turned and headed back up to the road.

“We’ll be there.”

Dean looked at Sam like he was crazy, “Dude, you don’t think she’s actually going to show do you? She’s going to run.”

Sam shook his head, “I don’t think so man. At the very least she has a lot she wants to tell us off for. I think that’ll be enough to get her to actually show, and who knows, she might even be interested in what we have to say.”

When the brothers arrived at the bar an hour later Dean still wasn’t convinced they were going to find their sister inside. Y/N had been more than eager to get away from the two of them, not that he blamed her; so the thought that she would come back to hear them out seemed like a long shot. Sam on the other hand was convinced that she would be waiting there for them. Dean just hoped his brother wasn’t wrong.

They entered the building and immediately noticed Y/N at the bar, throwing a shoot back. The pair headed over towards her. Y/N noticed them coming and turned back to the bartender.

“Three beers.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him and he smirked, raking his eyes up her body before placing the three drinks in front of her. Dean felt his blood boil as the bartender obviously checked Y/N out; he’d only known her an hour and he already felt protective over her. Y/N winked at the older man, “Thanks.”

“No problem sweetheart,” he leaned closer to her, bracing himself against the bar and Sam coughed, altering them to the Winchester’s presence. The bartender straightened up again, and moved back down the bar.

Y/N grabbed the beers and stood up, moving toward one of the booths in the corner. Before he could stop himself Dean he was asking, “Are you even old enough to be drinking?”

She winked at him, “According to my federal agent badge I’m 27. Also, I got us free drinks. You’re welcome”

“I’d rather pay for them then have the bartender undressing you in his mind.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and slid into the booth. Sam and Dean sat down on the bench opposite her. The siblings sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes, sipping at their drinks, unsure of who should go first. Sam decided to get it over with and ask a question.

“How did you start hunting? How did you even find out about hunting? Adam didn’t have a clue until, well, you know.” Y/N looked down at the mention of her brother, picking at the label on her beer.

“There was a werewolf in town. Hunters came around asking questions. One of them recognized Dad from a picture I had up in the house. They then accidentally filled me in on the truth; they assumed that if I was John Winchester’s daughter I knew about monsters. They also told me about both of you, what happened to Adam and how you two idiots almost ended the world, the first time. You guys seemed to have done that quite a few times, huh?”

“You know about that?” Sam asked, slightly embarrassed.

“Yeah, I know about all of it. You guys are kind of hunting legends. Hunters talk about you all the time and if they’re not, all you have to do is ask. They have no problem educating others on all the good- and bad you guys have done.”

“That must have been a lot to process,” Sam smiled at her sympathetically.

“As I got more and more into hunting I learned more. The hardest part was accepting what happened to my mom and Adam.” Y/N smiled down sadly at her beer, bringing it back up to her lips again.

Sam felt bad for her. Sure, Dean and him had had a hard life, but at least they had each other, Y/N was left all alone. All her family, except for him and Dean was dead. Sam knew how that felt. It was how he felt when Dean died and especially when Dean went to Purgatory. A part of him blamed himself and Dean. How would things have worked out if they had gone to her after he got freed from the cage, or even after they found out the ghouls had killed the rest of her family? She had become a hunter anyway, even though they had kept their distance to avoid that.

“We’re sorry about it. About all of it, and I’m sorry if us staying away made that worse in any way. We were trying to keep you safe, just like Dad was before us. Hunting is dangerous. That’s why he never told you what he did and that’s why we stayed away. The ghouls were handled and we thought you were safe; that you were away from it all.”

Y/N scoffed, “I was alone. The only family I had ever known was all dead. Doesn’t seem like it was best for me.”

Dean leaned forward across the table toward her, “Kid, being close to Sam and I… well life doesn’t turn out so great for the people we care about. Their either all dead or they’ve suffered through a lot of pain because of us. We wanted to save you from that. Trust me, we did what we thought was best. It wasn’t because we didn’t love you or want to meet you; it was just the opposite. We wanted to keep you safe and the best way to do that is for you to be as far away from hunting and us as possible.”

“I think what Dean is trying to say is that at the time it was the only thing we knew to do. Dad had so perfectly managed to keep you and Adam from the life before we hoped maybe we could keep you from it by staying away.” Sam continued. He looked over at Dean who just nodded. “But now that you’re in the life, now that we’ve meet you, well we’d like to continue to get to know you. Why don’t you come with us? We can hunt together, we even have a house, of sorts, you can have your own room and everything.”

Y/N sat there with a shocked look on her face. She’d meet her brothers maybe two hours ago tops and now they were inviting her to move in with them? “You want me to move in with you and hunt with you?”

“Well you’re sure as hell not hunting by yourself anymore.” Dean exclaimed and Sam stepped on his foot under the table.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at Dean, “Excuse me? I don’t need your blessing, thanks though.”

Sam quickly jumped in, trying to smooth over the rising tension, “I think what Dean meant is that hunting can be dangerous, and while you’ve proved yourself more than capable I think we’d both feel more comfortable if you’d didn’t hunt along. And preferably with us. Not to mention having you live at the bunker with us gives us all a great opportunity to get to know each other better.”

“So what do you say?” Dean grinned at her.


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MUSE {Jungkook Fluffy One Shot}

You watched as Jungkook continued to scribble onto the paper. Glancing down at your phone you realized that it had been 7 minutes and he still hadn’t noticed you were sitting there. You tried craning your neck to see what he was writing, but you also didn’t want to disturb him. Throwing on your headphones, you rested your head back and nodded off.

The dream always started off the same, a warm sunny day, the rays of sun glistening through the branches of a blossom tree. A small breeze brushing past you as you looked around at the vast landscape. You saw a figure coming up the side of the hill and the silhouette grew into a detailed face. Jungkook walking up to you, his eyes looking straight at you, as his mouth twitched into a small smile. You smiled back. He would hold out his hand to you and the dream would end with the two of you just silently looking around at the gorgeous nature.

As you woke up, the lights in the studio had been dimmed and you felt a warmth against your side. Gazing over lazily, you saw a sleeping Jungkook cuddled up to you, his head bobbing as he slept sitting upright. Trying not to wake him, you stood up, glancing over every two seconds to ensure he hadn’t opened his eyes. Getting up, you took a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over the tired idol.

The two of you had been together for quite some time, about 2 years to be exact, and it consisted of a lot of scenes like this one. You covering him up as he slept in the studio, too tired from dance or singing practice to make his way back to your shared apartment. Recalling memories of you running to the studio at 3am to make sure nothing had happened to him, just to find him curled up on the couch, it quickly became your routine to come to the studio and walk home with him. Looking at your phone, you realized about 2 hours had passed since you last checked, rolling your eyes at the sheer familiarity of this feeling, you looked around the studio.

The walls were clad with BTS album covers, various pictures throughout the years. You giggled lightly at the pictures of a young Jungkook debuting and found it amazing that he had grown so much in the past few years. Looking over your shoulder at the couch, you smiled at his sleeping form, now lying on the couch, cuddling up to a pillow as he cocooned himself in the blanket. Searching the studio further, the equipment laid vacant and turned off, no flashing buttons or lit screens to tell you that any work was done in this room. Then you looked at the lounging area. Just behind all of the recording equipment was a large table that the guys would sit at to deliberate, then behind that were chairs and couches for them to relax, a mini fridge sat tucked in the corner for the group to hide their refreshments. In the middle of the table was a snack bowl, thoroughly picked over, and next to that, a notebook.

The notebook was very well loved, you could tell by the distressed cover and how the edges seemed to flip up involuntarily. A pencil laid next to it, and you found yourself waltz toward it. Knowing that Jungkook was so invested in the contents of it made you want nothing more than to pour over it, but something stopped you. Maybe you wanted his permission, just so you wouldn’t feel guilty, but still you found yourself touching the cover lightly. The leather was distressed in various areas and your fingers followed the various veiny paths. Finally opening it up, you were expecting writing scribbled throughout, maybe lyrics or a journal, but what you found were sketches.

Now you always knew that Jungkook loved to draw, somedays he even made your lunch for work with little notes complete with a caricature of a heart saying I love you. But these drawings were different. They were lifelike, realistic, and completely stunning. He drew landscapes, and people, you laughed at a funny sketch of Tae sleeping. But as you flipped page by page, the drawings started to follow a different muse. You.

You tilted your head as you saw drawing after drawing, sketch after sketch of you. Sometimes you were smiling, others your were crying, and some you even looked furious. Underneath each one in Jungkook’s messy handwriting he wrote 2 words. My love. No matter the face, he still wrote those two words. Flipping through, you found the picture he had drawn just that night, it was you sleeping. You smirked, maybe he had noticed you were there all along. The drawing depicted you with your headphones on, your head tilted back on the couch, this was how Jungkook saw you. He had drawn a few bubbles coming out of your head, the depiction of your dreams and inside the bubbles was his face.

You know you shouldn’t look at other people’s things. Jungkook’s sleep ridden voice made you jump and let out a small yelp.

I’m sorry, but don’t you know that it’s impolite not to tell someone you’re drawing them, a MILLION times. You emphasized with a laugh as Jungkook stood up and with ninja reflexes, snatched the notebook away from you. Laughing a bit harder as Jungkook’s cheeks tinted pink, he tried to cover it up by rolling his eyes and throwing on a glare. C’mon! Don’t be like that! You continued to giggle as you poked him and he huffed.

You weren’t supposed to see all of those. He muttered and looked away. You smiled at his reaction and sighed.

Well they are beautiful, except the last one is wrong. You responded and Jungkook gave you a confused gaze. Flipping the notepad to that page, he looked at it, then back at you.

How? He questioned and you smiled widely.

I dreamt about the two of us, not just you. You replied with a loud laugh and Jungkook shook his head as his cheeks deepened in their color.

The two of you walked home hand in hand that night under the shining moonlight. You glanced over at Jungkook and smiled. Cuddling up to his toned arm, you placed your head on his shoulder as he rested his head against yours. This was better than any dream, this was real. You thought as the two of you made your way down the dimly lit pathway.

A New Friend (part 2)

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: slight vulgar language and sexual themes, and a tiny reference to bullying
A/N: Thank you for requesting! Also if like to mention that I write for all of the 100 characters (including the girls) if you’re interested!
Word count: 1480

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It had been exactly two weeks since you and Murphy had your “moment”, as Alex had been calling it, in the drop ship. It turns out Murphy was serious about not treating you special during working hours. He had held steadfast to that claim, so you continued to work hard trying to pull your weight around the camp. But after work was done? Well, the Murphy you had come to know, and have a crush on, returned.

“Y/N!” Murphy calls your name, looking at him you see he’s motioning for you to come to him.

“Well, the knight awaits,” Alex says shoving you in Murphy’s direction. He’s taken up calling Murphy a knight, because– and you quote –‘he’s one of Bellamy’s lap dogs and every king needs his loyal knights’. Stumbling you shoot him a glare as you make your way to Murphy who’s standing in a group with the other people in Bellamy’s crew.

“What’s up?” You ask as he meets you halfway. He understands that even though you’re now talking to him it doesn’t mean you’re confident enough to talk to the others.

“Do I need a reason to talk to you?” He shoots back. You’ve realized during the time you’ve spent with him that his sarcasm never ceases.

“No but one would be nice considering how far I had to walk.” You let out a dramatic sigh.

“Your laziness outweighs your shyness, and that’s saying something. I actually did have a reason for calling you over though. Do you wanna go somewhere with me?” After smacking him for his first comment, you give him a wary glance. Your instincts from when you were younger start to kick in. On the Ark you had kids pretend to be your friend only to lure you into a social trap. They’d ask to do something and when you got there some other kids would be waiting, ready to make fun of you.

“Where?” You ask him still debating your choices. Go on an adventure with him, or spend the night on the outskirts of the campfire with Alex.

“It’s called a surprise. Besides, you’ll love it. I promise.” His voice gets low, as he moves so his arm is around your shoulders and he’s guiding you out of the camp.

“Is anyone else going?” You question, while wrapping your arm around his waist.

“Do I like anybody else?” Your footsteps fall in line with his long strides.

“That’s debatable,” you almost trip over a rock you didn’t see. Murphy lets out a laugh at your mistake, and you’re quick to push him away from you. This causes him to stumble and fall over a rock behind him. You bust out laughing. Murphy pushes himself up and glares at you.

“I’m regretting taking you out.” You reach your hand out to him trying to pull him closer to you. It’s so dark you can barely see his figure, and you don’t have much experience exploring the forest during the day let alone at night, so you want to keep him close.

“Well, maybe if you told me where you’re taking me I’d be nicer to you,” you grasp his forearm and pull him to you.

You’re so close that you can feel his warm breath fanning across your face. Murphy’s chest is only inches from yours. Even in the darkest of night his blue eyes shine, imitating the stars above the both of you. The hand you used to pull him into this position slowly creeps up so it’s resting on his shoulder. You bring your other hand up to match it. Murphy places his hands on your waist and tugs you to him closing the distance between you two. If there was music playing it would look like you two were about to slow dance. You slowly start to tilt your head, working up the courage to kiss him. There’s only a few inches between you two, your lips are about to tou-

“We should get going,” Murphy says, breaking away from you.

You take a deep breath in settling your racing heart. As you two trek through the forest you feel his hand slowly, and nervously entwine with yours. Smiling to yourself you and him walk the rest of the way there in silence.

“We’re almost there, it’s just over this hill.”

You creep over the hill, and what you see once you’re at the top leaves you speechless. It’s a giant lake. Seemingly normal and ordinary, but under the surface of the water is thousands of swimming bioluminescent creatures. They light up the water, making it look like the stars you’d seen through the windows on the Ark had been placed inside of it. Gasping your eyes feast on the sight before you.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” is all Murphy says and when you turn toward him, he’s already staring at you.

“C’mon, let’s go,” he drags you behind him, your hands are still locked together.

“Woah wait, we’re not going in there are we? I don’t have any clothes to change into, and more importantly I don’t know how to swim!” Your voice gets louder as you get closer to the edge of the lake.

“The waters shallow, this is where I come to wash myself. I don’t trust the river everyone else goes to. Plus you don’t need to change into any dry clothes because the ones you’re wearing aren’t gonna get wet.” Murphy had started to take off his clothes while speaking and all you could do was stare at his exposed torso. He moved over to you and grabbed the hem of your shirt.

“Now, you’re not going to make me be the only naked one here, right?” Your breathing stops. He’s so close to you, the backs of his hands are brushing against your bare skin. Your thoughts are cloudy as you try to think about the consequences. What the hell you decide, throwing all caution to the wind.

“No, no I’m not,” a smirk spreads across his face and he tugs your shirt over your head. You both start taking off the rest of your clothes until you’re both left standing in your underwear.

You blush, turning your head away from him. You’ve never let anyone see this much of yourself before. The self consciousness you’re feeling gets pushed to the back of your mind when Murphy picks you up and you’re now situated on his shoulder. A scream leaves your mouth as he throws you into the cold water that awaits.

“You asshole!” You yell at his laughing form. An evil smirk places itself on your lips as a plan forms in your mind.

“Hey Murphy,” you say sweetly, “I was wondering if, ya know,” with each word you take a step closer to him, “you wanted a hug!” You lunge to him engulfing him in a huge hug and bring him down into the water with you. After coming up from the water you and Murphy engage in a splash fight trying to drag each other down under the water. As the night goes on your limbs become heavy, starting to feel the effects of the long day you’ve had.

“Hey, it’s getting late we should head home,” you say to him, and you both exit the lake.

“Murphy, I want to tell you something,” you say as you both walk over to the pile of clothes you’d left.

“Yeah, Doll?” He asks looking in your direction.

“Thank you, for tonight. It’s the nicest thing someone’s ever done for me.”

Murphy stops sorting through his clothes and steps over to you. He grabs your hips and pulls you so you’re flush against him. Skin pressed to skin. Your heart starts to race and you’re left speechless for another time tonight. He tilts his head, and finally, your lips connect together. This is what you’ve been fantasizing about for a week now, the daydreams had consumed you.

Your lips move in time to his, slowly testing out the waters. Then they’re suddenly fast and hard like you can’t get enough of each other. Your hands roam all over his body, mapping out each sharp edge and curve. Your hands find a home in his hair gripping the strands in your hands. He’s doing the same to you. His hands slide down and grip your ass making you gasp. Murphy uses that to his advantage sliding his tongue into your mouth. His tongue experimentally explores your mouth, gliding against your own tongue making you moan out. You break apart from him, gasping for air, and you rest your head against his shoulder.

“Ya’know I’ve been dreaming about getting you wet, I just didn’t think it’d be like this,” Murphy tells you.

“Way to ruin the moment Murphy,” you say slapping his arm as you pull away to finish getting dressed.

I’m Not In Love.

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your history with guys is more than a little checkered and there is no way you are about to put yourself through all that again.  Even if you can’t quite get a certain tall, sultry, grey eyed super soldier out of your head.

Word Count:  2472 words

Prompt: Hercules – Won’t say I’m in love

A/N: This is my entry for @thorne93 for her fabulous 200 followers celebration (well done sweetie, you rock).  I originally requested Bucky then changed to Steve but ended up writing Buck.

There are a few things you can guarantee in life, if you drop your freshly buttered toast you know it’s gonna land butter side down, if you’re already running late you’re gonna hit traffic and when you bump into your total asshat of an ex with his new leggy supermodelesque girlfriend you’re gonna be in sweats with your hair scragged back and no make-up.  The look she had given you had made you want to punch her in her perfect, smug face.  Not that you wanted Brandon back, oh hell no.  That whole relationship was a total car crash.  You two were ancient history.  In fact, you had completely given up on men altogether.  No man on the planet is worth the aggravation and the second guessing and it’s not as if you had a ‘normal’ life.  As the lift doors opened you wandered into the lounge and dropped down on the sofa next to Nat who looked at your grumpy face with a raised eyebrow.  “You know what?  I get the prize for terrible judgement in men.”  You huffed and she tried to contain her smile as she shot a look across at Bucky who was lay on the other sofa pretending he wasn’t listening to the conversation.

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So this story is a bit different, it kinda just became its own story. I started writing and this is what it became. 

Warnings:Cursing, mentions of depression, insomnia and self harm, also mentions of almost dying, mentions of medication for this. If any of those things trigger you please don’t read this. I know these subjects are sore for me but in writing this story I didn’t even realise that while writing this because I got so into it. This is probably really badly written with spelling errors so if you see anything that I  could correct please let me know. This will be a sad one, I wrote it about heartbreak in mind, and I know that it’s a bit cliche.


Isaac: Y/N, I am leaving Beacon Hills

Y/N: Why?

Isaac: I can’t stay here. I am tired of seeing everyone I love die and leave me! 

Y/N: So you decided that you do it to me instead?

Isaac: What?

Y/N: Isaac I have been in love with you from day one, when you still where the shy kid that got hit, to the day you decided to be a douche to me because you became a werewolf, I have been in love with you for years through thick and thin yet you don’t realise.

Isaac: I can’t do this Y/N I loved Allison she died and I can’t stay here.

Y/N: THEN LEAVE! DON’T STAY, MAYBE I CAN STOP LOVING YOU! BECAUSE YOU NEVER LOVED ME AND YOU DECIDED YOU’D LEAVE ME ISAAC!!


Isaac: I’m sorry Y/N

*About a year later you were severely injured and ended up in the hospital, you didn’t want to tell Isaac so you told them to wait. But when you got worse they called Isaac because he was your best friend before he left*

ISAAC’S POV

I was just sitting in the living room watching TV when my phone started to ring, I looked at it and saw it was from Scott, he’s been trying to get me to come back. He tried a couple of times the the ringing stopped. but after a couple of minutes of silence I got a text. I decided to put my phone on silence and wait a while to see what they have written. Silently hoping for a text from Y/N.

After two hours I decided to look at the text that they have sendt me. I have gotten one from everyone in the pack except for Y/N. When I first looked I increasingly got more worried. Then I got to Scott’s teks which was more detailed. He told me that Y/N was attacked a couple months ago and got put in the hospital, and that you now had gotten worse and now was scared for your life. 

Immediately after reading this I got out my laptop and got a ticket to one of the first planes to Beacon hills, I packed a bag and got to the airport.

 The first thing I did when I got back was going to the hospital. The first thing I see is the pack and Malissa talking in hushed tones. I walked up to them and let’s just say they were shocked to see me there. They yelled at me before I could go to see someone that I haven’t realised that I loved before it might be too late.

Walking up to Y/N room I got incredibly worried for what I was going to see next. As I walked in I broke down seeing You be there as pale and thin you had gotten. Melissa took a notice of this and pulled out a chair next to your bed so I could sit down next to you. She left the room and I could hear her tell the pack to leave us alone.

I started crying more and praying for you not to leave me.


GENERAL POV

Isaac: You cant leave me Y/N I don’t know what I would do if you aren’t alive. I realised that I absolutely love you when I left I can’t do this if you’re not alive anymore.

*He says this as he leaves the room to talk to the pack*

Isaac: What happened to her?

Scott: Someone called the dread doctors. Y/N stopped talking to anyone and quit school shortly after you moved. We decided after a year of her not talking to anyone and withe everything that had happened that we’d talk to her and try to get her to go back to school. But when we got to her apartment it was broken and she was gone. 

Isaac: You didn’t talk to her for a year!?!?

Scott: She didn’t want to talk to anyone we would call and text her every day but she never answered. The girls went to her apartment more then once, but YOU did something that broker her. We found her in the dread doctors lab. She was hooked on to all these machines and had been experimented on, we don’t know what they tried to turn her in too. All we know is that she had a transplant as a baby so she was compatibel for their experiments. 

Isaac: And in all of this you never thought about contacting me?

Stiles: She was so broken when you left, she sometimes came to me at 3am crying herself to sleep.

Melissa: She came to the hospital an was diagnosed with insomnia and depression. She got put in the hospital because she almost bled to death when I came to visit her because she had cut herself, and she begged me not to tell the pack to you. She goes on so many different medication so she won’t die because her mind is taking over her. Thats why nobody contacted you because she didn’t want anyone to know how much pain she really was in Isaac. The only one who knows this is me because she told me and I was the one who treated her!

Isaac: I didn’t know

Melissa: No you didn’t, but I do know that you knew that she loved you. Yet you left and broke her heart. She has known you for almost her entire life. She was the one you would go to when you needed a shoulder to cry on. She has told me everything.


ISAAC’S POV

How could I have done this to her. It has been over a year yet I never tried to contact her or even texts her to ask if she was ok. And now she might be dying and she will never know how I feel. God damn I screwed up. I made her hate me so much when I left that she didn’t want anyone to tell me how she was. This is all I could think about as I entered her room again.

- Y/N if you can hear me, I want you to know that I love you. And I am so sorry that I didn’t realise that before you became like this. Before I fucked up and feel in love with Alison or before I left, I am SO sorry Y/N please don’t die. 

This is all I got to say before her heart monitor started going of. All I heard was the doors being slammed open and doctors and nurses running to her bed. And the pack coming to me and pulling me out of the room much to my protest. She was dying and it was my fault. 

Something that felt like an eternity later Melissa came out of the hospital room with a sad face and told me that you had died, this broke me the reason I left in the first place was for the people I loved. I Didn’t want to see them die, yet the person I loved the most died because I left her and broke her heart. I asked Melissa if I could see her one last time, and she agreed. 

-I am so sorry Y/N this is all my fault.

What happens next shocked me. She just shotes up from the bed with red eyes, but they’re not like an alphas eyes they are deeper almost like blood.

Malia- You’d Be Worth It

Request-  hey lovely! can you do a malia x reader where the reader has a crush on her and is an avid hiker in the preserve, but she gets extremely injured and can’t get help. conscious coyote malia find her and keeps her warm and alive through the night. she talks to her in coyote form until a rescue team finds her. she wakes up in the hospital with a human malia by her side who confesses her feelings. love you!!

A/N- So much love and right before Valentine’s Day! I’m blushing. Hope you guys like this one!

Malia strode to her lunch table with her tray in hand, looking forward to digging into the nachos she had picked up. As she walked over to Scott and the others, she realized that there was one new edition to the table, someone that usually wasn’t there, but caused her to grin nonetheless.
You were sitting there next to Lydia, smiling and laughing as you opened a packet of mayo and spread it onto to the sandwich you had picked up from the sub line. You didn’t go to Beacon Hills High, so it was a surprise to see you sitting there, but Malia knew Lydia picked you from Devenford Prep for lunch sometimes.
You and Malia met during the deadpool, when your ear-splitting scream sent an assassin crumpling to the ground in front of her. That scream may have left her ears ringing, but one glance at you left stars in her eyes, and from then on, the two of you became friends.
The minute she realized you were a banshee, she felt an undeniable urge to protect you, and a couple of Scott’s pack members had commented on it, but you just chalked that up to her nature. She had spent half of her life as a wild animal after all, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t into Malia.
She was strong and beautiful, and loved being outside just as much as you did. Besides, she seemed to really like you, and you could definitely tell when she slammed her tray down next to yours.
“Hey!” Stiles cried, jerking back from the seat Malia had just stolen. “I was gonna sit there.”
“And now I’m sitting here,” Malia stated, shooting him a sharp look.
He looked from Malia to you, and then backed away with a look that seemed to say he wasn’t going to get in her way. Malia grinned and sat down next to you. “Hey, Y/n.”
“Hey, Malia,” you told her with a smile.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I just wanted to come see you guys,” you told her. “It’s nice to get away from Devenford for a while.”
“And Brett,” Lydia said with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes at her, but Malia frowned. “Is he bothering you again?”
“No, not really,” you said. “He just doesn’t seem to get that we play for the same team, and you know I’m not talking about lacrosse.”
“You want me to kick his ass for you?” Malia asked sincerely. “I mean, he would heal, so it’s not like breaking his arms is a big deal.”
You laughed softly. “I appreciate that, Malia, but I think I’ll be okay. If I really needed to, I could make his ears bleed, so…”
You shrugged and Malia smirked. She would honestly pay to see you kick Brett’s ass, and she knew that you very well could.
“So are you guys doing anything fun this weekend?” you asked.
“Studying for midterms,” Lydia said with a sigh. “We’re actually having a group study session on Saturday, if you want to drop by my house. We could compare notes.”
You nodded. “I’m going hiking in the afternoon, but I could drop by later if you really wanted me to.”
Lydia shrugged. “I don’t want to pull you away from the trail-”
“You should come over,” Malia cut in. “I could really use some help with Chemistry.”
You nodded. “I took it last year, but I can try to help you. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have Lydia do it though?”
“Yeah, Malia, I can-” Lydia began.
“I’m sure,” Malia cut her off, nodding at you vigorously.
You felt a blush crawling on your cheeks. “I guess I can’t say no to that.”
Lydia smiled knowingly and winked at Malia, who shot her a glare. “You can come over at four, Y/n. And I might go out and do a snack run, so you and Malia can have a one on one session while I’m out.”
Malia’s eyes widened, but you simply smiled and glanced over at Malia. “That sounds great.”
You spent the rest of your lunch laughing and talking with her, and you were so lost in Malia that you didn’t even realize lunch was almost over. “Oh shit. Lydia, we’d better go, right? You’re gonna be late if you take me back Devenford.”
The Banshee shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay. I can miss a few minutes of one class.”
“I can take you,” Malia said quickly. “I have my car now, and I’d only be missing study hall.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Malia told you. “Of course.”
Your lips turned up at her determination. “Okay.”
Malia grinned and gathered her things, and you grabbed your bag. You stood up and said goodbye to Lydia and the rest of Scott’s pack, and then followed Malia to dump your tray.
“I really appreciate this,” you told her.
“It’s no big deal,” she said with a shrug. “Besides, I like hanging out with you. You’re a lot hotter than my algebra homework.”
You laughed softly. “Thanks, Malia.”
She shrugged at you again, and you followed her out of the cafeteria and to the parking lot. You hopped in the car just as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang, and then she started to drive.
“So what trail are you taking Saturday?” she asked curiously.
“The one that goes to Lookout Point,” you told her. “But the long way.”
Malia raised her eyebrows. “You’re doing that on your own?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” you asked.
“Because it’s a rockier trail than the others. After all that rain from the Ghost Riders, there have been a bunch of rockslides. My dad was talking about all the erosion, and how people shouldn’t even be hiking that trail, especially not by themselves.”
You scoffed. “Malia, I’m a good hiker.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she told you. “It would be dangerous even for me.”
“Don’t you think I’d be able to tell if something bad was going to happen?” you questioned. “I mean, I’m a banshee.”
“You and I both know it doesn’t work that way,” she countered.
“No one knows how it works,” you protested.
“Exactly,” she agreed. “And it sucks, but the voices aren’t really reliable.”
You sighed. “Tell me about it.”
Malia frowned. She could hear the weariness in your voice, and she mentally cursed herself. Even though she had made a lot of progress at being human, she still tended to say the wrong thing sometimes, and she had just done it again.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she added gently. “You’re still a badass. You can kill someone just by screaming, and at least that part’s reliable.
Your lips turned up. “Thanks, Malia.”
“Just take a different trail, okay? I can’t have you dying before our study session.”
“Alright fine,” you relented. “I guess I can’t be the reason you fail chemistry.”
Malia smiled. “Thank you.”
She pulled into the Devenford parking lot, and parked in a space right in front of the doors.
“What are you doing?” you asked, your brow furrowing.
“Walking you to class?” she offered, cocking an eyebrow at you.
A grin broke its way onto your lips, and you scooped your bag up from the floor of her car. “Guess I can’t say no to that.”
You opened the door and hopped out of the car, and Malia did the same. She came around the back of the car to meet you, and as you headed into the school, you heard someone call your name.
“Y/n! My life just got a little bit brighter.”
You sighed as Brett jogged up behind you, and Malia glared at him. He slid between the two of you, and you raised your eyebrows at him. “You know, you’d think that after almost being assassinated, you’d be a little less cocky.”
“Hey, I’m just grateful to be alive,” he told you smoothly. “You know, enjoying all the pleasures life has to offer? And looking at you…that’s definitely one of those pleasures.”
Malia’s low growl cut through the air, and Brett smirked. “You have a little crush, Malia?”
“No,” you snapped, shouldering him out of the way to grab Malia’s hand. “I do.”
Brett raised his eyebrows at you and paused on the sidewalk, but Malia grinned and darted forward. She tugged you against her, and kissed you right in front of Brett, causing your eyes to go wide. It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, but it still caught you off guard.
Brett scoffed as you and Malia pulled apart. “Get a room.”
You and Malia laughed as he walked away, and she glanced down at you with a smile. “I’m sorry. I had to.”
“It’s okay,” you told her with a grin.
“I also really wanted to kiss you,” she continued. “And I have for a long time.”
You flushed. “Me too.”
“Come on,” Malia told you, reaching out for your hand again. “I don’t want to make you late for class.”
You headed into Devenford Prep gripping her hand, and you couldn’t hide the grin on your face. It wasn’t like you even wanted to, because with Malia by your side, you certainly had a lot to smile about.

“Malia!”
The Coyote huffed and looked at Lydia, who was staring at her with one eyebrow raised.  “Seriously?”
“What?” Malia groaned, leaning back on Lydia’s couch with a huff. “I was thinking about the answer.”
“Malia, I asked you if you were paying attention,” she said, shooting her a look.
“Oh, then no,” Malia told her plainly.
Lydia let out a sigh and reached out to shut the chemistry textbook sitting between them. “Fine. Maybe we could both use a break.”
“Thank you,” Malia breathed.
“But,” Lydia added. “When I come back, you better be ready to focus on electron configurations and not Y/n.”
“I can’t help it!” Malia protested. “I haven’t kissed her since Thursday. I wanna do it again.”
Lydia rolled her eyes and moved away from the couch. “She’ll be over later. And you had better not be planning on sneaking off into one of my bedrooms.”
“I wasn’t,” Malia said with a shrug. “But I am now.”
Lydia huffed and headed into the kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. Malia leaned back on the couch with a smirk, and Scott shot her a smile from the armchair. “I think you guys are great together, Malia.”
“Yeah,” Stiles added from where he sat by Scott’s feet. “She’s a total badass. She’s perfect for you.”
“Stiles,” Liam complained next to him. “Help me.”
He gestured frantically to his homework, and Stiles rolled his eyes and turned back to the younger boy. “Liam, come on, all you have to do is find x.”
“How?” he groaned.
“You know,” Stiles told him. “You take the thing and put it here, and then you take the other thing and do the thing to it.”
Liam glared at him, and Malia felt a twinge of pity. Math was by far her worst grade, and the only reason she had passed it was Lydia’s notes. Liam was better off going to her for help instead of Stiles. The Brunette meant well, but he usually just ended up talking or flailing more than he did any actual explaining.
Malia sighed and picked up her phone, checking the time. You weren’t supposed to be over for another hour or so, and every second she had to wait felt like an eternity. She’d rather have you explaining atomic structure to her than Lydia, and she knew there would be an opportunity for you two to sneak off at some point that night.
She would have given just about anything to be with you on your hike, but she knew there would be plenty of opportunities for that later.
Malia slouched back against the couch for a few seconds, hoping that she would have a little more time to daydream about you before Lydia came back. Wherever you were, she hoped you were having fun.

Birds twittered above you as you hiked up the trail, your muscles burning with the strain. You loved the challenge that hiking brought you, and as you trudged up the sharp incline, you felt a rush of exhilaration.
You knew it wasn’t the best idea to take the trail up to Lookout Point, especially with what Malia had told you, but there hadn’t been any rain for a day or two. The weather outside was perfect, and you knew the view from the top would be amazing. To you, the risk was worth it, especially because you were so sure you would be fine.
You had been hiking since you were five, a direct product of living with outdoorsy parents. You loved being in the woods, and so did Malia, and that was just one the things that added to the growing list of why you fell for her. Hiking gave the both of you an opportunity to break away from all the monsters and the death, and just detox from everything going on.
Whenever you found a body, a hike was your go-to coping method, and you could think of no better person to have alongside you than Malia.
You continued to head up the incline, but you had to stop for a few moments to catch your breath. You placed your hands on your knees and paused, gazing up at the blue sky above you. You reached into your backpack to grab your water bottle, and that was when you heard a soft rumbling sound coming from in front of you.
Every muscle in your body froze, and for a second you were sure what you were experiencing was an earthquake. California was no stranger to seismic activity, but when you looked up and saw a cascade of rocks tumbling toward you from the top of the incline, you knew this was no earthquake.
It was a rockslide just like Malia had warned you about, and you quickly scrambled back down the trail. Your breath came in heavy gasps as you tried to get away, but you knew there was no outrunning this thing. In your haste to escape, you tripped down the trail and rolled into the dirt. All you could think before you felt a sharp pain in your head was that you never should have ignored Malia’s warning, and then suddenly your vision went dark.

Malia was still sitting in the living room with the others when she heard it. It was a crash, not unlike the sound of something shattering on the floor, and everyone in the room looked toward the kitchen.
“Lydia?” Scott called, jumping up from his chair. “Are you alright?”
Only silence came from the kitchen, and with a concerned look at Malia, he headed toward the Banshee. Stiles,  Malia, and Liam all  jumped up too, and when they crept into the kitchen, all they saw was the back of Lydia’s head. Shards of glass and inedible popcorn covered the floor by her feet, but she wasn’t moving an inch.
“Uh, Lydia?” Liam asked hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
She whirled around suddenly, her green eyes filled with fear, and everyone flinched. “Something’s wrong.”
“What?” Stiles questioned.
“Something’s wrong,” she repeated, her eyes darting to Malia. “I can feel it.”
“Why are you looking at me?” Malia demanded.
“Because Y/n’s in trouble.”
Malia’s blood ran cold, and she took a step forward, her boot crunching on some glass. “What do you mean she’s in trouble?”
“I’m not sure,” Lydia told her. “But I think she’s trapped, or…or stuck. She’s hurt…really hurt.”
“Oh god,” Malia realized. “She must be on the trail.”
“What trail?” Scott asked. “In the preserve?”
“I told her not to,” Malia practically growled. “But she’s stubborn and probably did it anyway. There’s a trail my dad was complaining about, the hard one that goes up to Lookout Point. He was saying that it wasn’t safe because of all the erosion from the rain.”
“You think she went up there?” Stiles asked.
“Yes,” Malia told him. “And we have to find her.”
Lydia nodded. “We need to hurry.”
Stiles nodded. “Me, Scott, and Liam can take the jeep. You can go with Malia.”
“What the hell are we waiting for?” Malia demanded, glaring around at the group. “She said we don’t have a lot of time. Let’s go!”
She was the first to burst out of Lydia’s front door and head to her car, and she nearly left the Banshee behind in her haste to get to you. She was speeding the whole way to the preserve, and she was either lucky enough to avoid the police, or they were all out investigating another murder. Whichever it was, it didn’t matter to Malia. All she wanted to do was get to you.
She finally skidded to a stop at the entrance, and then jumped out of her car without even cutting off the engine. Her boots hit the dirt, and she immediately began to strip off her clothes.
“Malia!” Lydia shrieked. “What are you doing?”
“I’m faster as a coyote!” she snapped, tossing her clothes and shoes into a pile next to one of her tires. “I need to find, Y/n. The guys will catch up with me.”
Before Lydia could protest any more, Malia was morphing into a ball of fur. She dropped to the ground on all fours and took off into the woods without a second glance, leaving Lydia there to heave an exasperated sigh. She brought a hand to her mouth and resisted the urge to bite her fingernails, an old childhood habit that had plagued her whenever she was nervous.
She just hoped that Malia could find you, because if the sinking feeling in her stomach was any indication, you didn’t have a lot of time.

You woke up to a pounding in your head, and a heavy, painful feeling all over your body. It was like you were being crushed, and when you opened your eyes and found you couldn’t move, you realized you were. You were half-buried under a pile of heavy rocks, covered in bruises that were already beginning to decorate your skin.
You shifted, but your right leg and arm both screamed in protest, causing you to grit your teeth against the pain. Birds were still chirping above you, and the sun hadn’t stopped shining down. The forest was making its normal sounds, with one tiny edition that you had no doubt was all thanks to you.
A small whispering seemed to creep into the edge of your sense, sending a chill down your spine. You had heard the voices of the dead before, and when they gave you a warning, it always scared you. With that being said, that fear was nothing compared to what you felt when you heard your own name.
You felt tears pooling in your eyes, and you knew that if you didn’t get help, you were definitely going to die. You stared up at the trees above you, and you were just starting to think that it was a beautiful day when you hear soft, thumping steps.
They were quiet, so quiet you were sure you had imagined them at first, but then a furry face appeared over yours. You froze in terror, but as you looked into the creature’s eyes, you saw recognition in them.
“M-malia?” you croaked.
She leaned down and licked your cheek once, and you smiled. “God, you must think I’m an idiot. And…and you still came out here after me?”
She trotted over and laid down by your side, the one that wasn’t covered in rocks. Her fur pressed against your stomach, and you weakly reached out to run a hand over her flank.
“I can hear it you know,” you whispered. “They’re saying my name. I’m going to die.”
Malia picked her head up, her eye growing sharper, and she looked at you as if to say ‘shut up’. You smiled softly. “Maybe not. Maybe you’ll be my hero again, huh? Just like when we met.”
Your voice grew softer as your eyes grew heavier, and before you know it, you felt your head tilted to the side. You felt Malia nudging you with her nose, even gently nipping at your hand to get you to wake up, but it wasn’t working. Your fingers fell from her side and hit the ground, and you slipped into unconsciousness, watching the forest flur blur out behind your eyes.

You arm was itching. You reached out to scratch it, still not quite ready to open your eyes, but as your fingers grazed something rough, hard, and definitely not flesh, you had change of heart. You opened your eyes to find a purple cast covering your arm.
You shifted around, still incredibly sore, and your one very stiff leg told you that there was probably a cast on that too.
“I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
You jumped at the sudden voice, and you glanced around you to find Malia sitting in a chair next to your bed. You blinked. Had she been there the whole time?
“I…yeah, I figured you would,” you said softly.
“You’re a banshee,” she stated. “That doesn’t mean you’re invincible.”
“I know, Malia, I just-”
“That was stupid,” she interrupted. “And it was reckless, and you could have died. How do you think I would have felt if you died? You’re one of the few people who actually make me want to be human, Y/n. You’re part of the reason I decided to stay this way. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Malia,” you said softly. “I had no idea.”
“Well now you know,” she said. “So you better not go running off into the woods again. At least not without me.”
You glanced down at your casts. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that anytime soon.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” she told you. “Because you still owe me a study date anyway.”
You smiled. “Right.”
“And another kiss,” she added.
You grinned at her. “When did I promise that?”
“You didn’t, I just want one,” she said with a shrug.
“Well, I’m right here,” you said flirtatiously. “And kind of immobile right now, so if you wanted to make your move-”
Your last few words morphed into an ‘mmph’ as Malia darted forward and pressed her lips against yours. She was gentle, more gentle than you had ever imagined Malia could be, but you guessed she was worried about hurting you. You closed your eyes as she tangled her fingers in your hair, and you wished so desperately that you could sit up and thread your fingers through hers.
When she pulled away from you, staring down into your eyes and grinning, you felt like maybe being stuck in bed wasn’t so bad.
“Do you like your cast?” she asked suddenly. “Scott’s mom let me pick out the color while you were out.”
“And purple’s your favorite,” you remembered with a smile.
She nodded. “I figured you’d like it.”
“I do,” you promised her, running your fingers over it. “And I’m going to make sure you’re the first one to sign it.”
“Stiles already called dibs,” she said with a shrug.
You rolled your eyes. “Well, it’s my cast, so I say you sign it first. Stiles can wait.”
“Good,” she said with a smile. “But as much as I’d love to stay and keep kissing you, I have to leave.”
“Why?” you asked quizzically.
“Because I can hear your parents coming back down the hall with a nurse,” she informed you. “And I’ve been kicked out of your room twice already, and I’m not really supposed to be in here.”
“Malia,” you complained.
“What?” she asked, backing toward the door.
“I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me.”
She suddenly pulled open the door, wedging herself in the threshold. She shot one cautious glance down the hall and looked back at you for a few more seconds, and then her lips turned up in a grin.
“You’d be worth it,” she assured you, winking and then slipping out the door.
You felt your face flushing as Malia slipped away, and you leaned back against the hospital pillows. You closed your eyes, knowing that you only had a few seconds before your parents and the nurse got there, but you wanted to dream a little longer. And with your lips still tingling from Malia’s kiss, you knew there would be a lot to dream about.

Brianna Randall

This ficlet is part of the Claire returns early with Bree AU which begins with A Ringing Phone and a Folder.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Left Behind

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Available on AO3 as The Nature of Choice.

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU.

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1 HOUR {part 7 of WE GOT MARRIED}

Namjoon walked into your place as you rested your head back on the couch back. Your manager was texting you every two seconds wanting updates, your friends were all freaking out over how the series was getting picked up by the press, and every entertainment outlet was emailing for an official statement.

Stressed? Namjoon asked and you opened one eye. You had given him the code about 3 days into shooting because he was always leaving the apartment and knocking to come in. Now it just seemed natural for him to be around.

You have no idea. You sighed and tossed him your phone. He fumbled to catch it, but then began scrolling through the messages and laughed a little. It’s not funny, Namjoon. Aish, my head hurts. You put your hands over your eyes and Namjoon sat next to you on the couch.

Well now starts your hour of break. Let’s make something. He stood up and you lifted your head.

Make something? You asked in a concerned tone. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

I’m not going to burn your apartment down, so don’t give me that look! Also, taking your mind off things completely by doing something totally different, truly helps with your writer’s block. He stated matter-of-factly. Jin always makes me bake with him when I’m stressing over a new album. He shrugged and you laughed at the thought of Namjoon and Jin fighting over a mixing bowl in the kitchen with matching aprons. Standing up, you dusted off your ripped skinny jeans and threw your hair up.

Alright, I think I have some cake mixes in the cupboard. But I’m setting a timer. I do need to get back to writing in an hour. You took the kitchen timer from your counter and set it to an hour. And with that the two of you made your way into the kitchen.

The two of you were pretty quiet as you started to mix the contents of the bowl together. It was easy to sit in a comfortable silence, but Namjoon wanted to know more about you.

So, you moved to the city for university right? Namjoon asked and you nodded.

Yea, my parents were very persistent on me going away to school. But a huge part of me wanted to stay in my hometown. That’s the place I knew. I wasn’t a super adventurous kid, so I only had a small group of friends and they were all staying in the area. But my parents won the war. I guess I have them to thank for all of this though. You motioned to your apartment. They weren’t always incredibly supportive of my dream of being a writer, but they pushed me to think outside the box. I actually got a degree in business management. You muttered and Namjoon stopped stirring. It was rather unheard of for people to venture outside of their majors in their professionals. You said it so nonchalant, that Namjoon didn’t know if you realized just how amazing it was for you not to have been a creative writing major.

Business management?! He exclaimed and you shrugged.

My parents wanted me to do something “professional” You made air quotes as you said it. But I do manage a lot of my publications and stories. I have my manager for more of an organizational confidant. You said and Namjoon’s mouth hung open.

Seriously, you amaze me at every turn. I could never manage all of that. He mumbled and you rolled your eyes.

From what I saw yesterday with the guys, you do a pretty good job of managing those guys. You laughed and Namjoon chuckled.

They are a handful. He stated and you nodded.

A handful? Try a mouthful too. They almost ate through my bank account with that meal yesterday! You exclaimed and Namjoon couldn’t stop laughing. It was moments like this that Namjoon was getting more and more comfortable with. When the two of you were filming, he had to be careful of how he looked at you, how he talked, how he fidgeted his hands. He wanted to make this re-branding work, but it was just so easy to talk to you, that when the cameras weren’t around, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. The two of you continued to banter back and forth about various topics until you asked Namjoon a simple question.

Why do you need to re-brand? I think you’re great the way you are. You said it so matter-of-factly that Namjoon felt a little ashamed.

Management wants me to start getting more fans. So I have to cater to a younger audience. He said and you looked at him. At this point, the cakes were in the oven and you were anxiously waiting to sink your teeth into them. Now you were a bit appalled.

So management tells you what to do and you just let them? You asked. It just seemed so strange to you, you rarely took orders and here was a guy that was perfectly fine the way he was and yet management was calling all the shots.

Oh, sorry that I don’t fall into your perfect idea of how I should act, but I like BigHit and I don’t need to piss them off. Namjoon spat a little more intensely then he had planned. But now that the floodgates were opened, he didn’t hold back. I want to stay on the public’s good side and if that means I have to kiss up to the camera then so be it. At least they will like me and they won’t see me like you. Once those words came out of his mouth, you moved back a little bit.

Like me? You’re saying they don’t like me? Your voice was small and a bit broken at the idea. You had always played it strong against critics, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to hear.

Oh, they have a name for you in the industry, the witch. He spat. You looked at him up and down. This wasn’t the same Namjoon that you had confided in days ago or the one that walked you down the hill yesterday. This guy was a fan hungry piece of shit. You walked over to the door and opened it.

Just get out. You put your head down and you heard Namjoon huff as he grabbed his coat and left. Closing the door, you felt a tear slip out of your eye, the timer went off, it had been exactly one hour and writing was the last thing on your mind.

Namjoon walked home in an angry rage, but the further he got from your place, the more he thought about what he had said. It wasn’t that he was angry at you, it was that he was scared. He was always worried about how people thought of him and you were climbing the list of people he sought approval from most. Now he realized everything he had said and pulled out his phone. Calling his manager he mumbled.

Hey can we cancel filming tomorrow?

You sat on the floor, staring idly into your apartment. An email was received on your phone from the film crew. FILMING CANCELLED TOMORROW. You let out a large sigh and rested your head against the wall. You didn’t seem to care about the smell of burnt cake that now filled your apartment, you just didn’t want to get up. It was at that moment that an idea sprung into your head. Without even knowing it, Namjoon had completely fixed your writer’s block and given you inspiration for Jungkook’s series.  

Camp Qween (Trixya) - Matilda

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. It’s a teenager/camp AU with lots of queens, but is definitely about Trixya. Let me know if you like it! I’m excited to write more! I also have a drag queen blog goodnightcourtney Thanks!

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Alone Together

Stiles Stilinski X Reader

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Requested: @nealla

Request: Could you do an imagine where you are with Stiles trying to figure out where Lydia and Scott went because they got taken and you end up spending the night with each other and you realize you love him?

Originally posted by samhallywell

You run up the stairs to Stiles room he called you in a panic saying that Lydia and Scott had been taken when you walked into his room he buried in pages of research “So?” You asked.

“They were going to see a witch that moved to Beacon Hills,” Stiles explained.
“Right.” You nodded sitting on his bed behind him, he turned his chair to face you. “So you think she still has them?”
“I know she does!” Stiles insisted.
“Why?” You asked.
“Because she’s not a witch. She doesn’t even live where she said she does, no one has for years.” Stiles explained
“How do you find these things out?” You asked smiling and leaning forward.
“I have my ways” Stiles smiled before turning back the computer, you stood up and looked over his shoulder.
“So who do you think it is?” You asked.
“You want the truth?” he asked and you nodded causing him to look over at you “Um I think that she’s an assassin.” he was a little caught off guard by how close they were.
“So we should go to where they were supposed to meet.” You suggested, “Unless you’ve already been there.”
“No, I haven’t” Stiles mumbled.

Stiles drove you both to the place that they were supposed to meet, when you climbed out of the Jeep you noticed the mountain ash on the floor. “I think you were right about the assassin thing.” You mumbled.
“What?” Stiles asked rushing around the Jeep to stand behind you, you felt butterflies in your stomach but pushed that feeling aside you needed to find Scott and Lydia.
“There’s mountain ash on the floor.” You answered looking back at him, he pulled out his phone and called Derek and then his Dad. Derek took Malia and they tried to find them by scent while the Sheriff had officers out looking for them, you and Stiles went back to his and matched up the list of assassins with the people that you had dealt with already.
“They got to be professional.” Stiles mumbled, “otherwise Scott would have been able to deal with them the same way he did Violet.”
“Maybe they were hunters.” You suggested. “There are hunters involved.”
“Yeah but there’s something missing.” he mumbled sitting in front of you.
“What?” You asked.
“Well if they wanted to kill them they would already be dead, so what are they waiting for?” Stiles asked.
“Can you track their phones?” You asked.
“Yeah,” Stiles answered. “Why?”
“If they’re still on and we’re talking about professional assassins then they want us to find them.” You said.
“They want the whole pack,” Stiles said walking over to his computer, he started typing and you watched as he worked before he jumped up. “You were right!” He called his Dad and explained what we found, the Sheriff said that he’d get the entire police force on it but that left you pacing as you waited for news. Stiles watched as you paced back and forth and wandered if this was what you felt like every time he got worked up, he then remembered what you did to help him calm down, he stood up and walked over to you taking your face in his hands and forcing you to look at him. “It’s going to be okay.”
“What if-”
“What do you always tell me? There will always be what if most of the time the good things is that they aren’t certain.” his thumb gently move over your cheekbones as he calms down, you looked at the floor and smiled before pushing up and connecting your lips with his. One of his hands moved to your hips while the other slid around the back of your neck. “What was that for?” You shrugged and kissed his cheek

Later that night the Sheriff found you both laying on Stiles bed asleep, you were curled into Stiles’ side and he had his arms wrapped around you protectively.

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This is just some short drabble… i want to thank everyone for your feedback on my last fic… and also those who sent in other story ideas … including those non-HS fics such as Taylor with her friends… i have struggled with plots lately so if you think of something interesting please feel free to share. Anyway, the below is nothing much and definitely not substantive but i figured either i publish it during this drought or it just chills with the other unfinished fics, so, here you go.


Some Nights

The fog was thick and the air downright cold, and as he walked from the train station and up the hill, Tom wished for a minute that he’d had the foresight to bring gloves. Instead, he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he made his way down the now-familiar street in north London.

The dinner earlier had been lovely; the classic pub was one of his favorites. He hadn’t been over to the west side of town along the Thames in a while, and he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed seeing other parts of this magnificent city. Oh, how he loved London.

But, as delicious as the meal had been, and as lighthearted (yet professional) the interview had seemed, he was weary from the second beer he’d had after the meal, and longed to be back inside, under the covers, head on the pillow, nestled up against her.

Her.

Taylor.

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