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[iveseenstrangerthings]

you’re not sleeping on the floor - steve harrington imagine

summary: reader spends the night at Nancy’s after a party and gets an uexpected guest at bedtime... no warnings as such in this one :)

word count: 2.3k

notes: yikes it’s been a while, this has been in my drafts for TIIIIIME. Anyway, enjoy :) here’s the link to my masterlist if you’re interested !

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“You take the spare room, (y/n).” Nancy chirps in her deliriously drunken state as she flings open the Wheeler’s spare room. You’re met with a double bed, neatly made with plush pillows and a crochet throw to decorate. It looks sweet, and happily undisturbed, unlike the rest of the house following the party, which you’ve already promised to help clear away in the morning. 

Nancy swiftly places a small kiss on your cheek before turning on her heels, “Sleep well, no snoring, I’m only down the hall!” With a roll of your eyes, you saunter down the hall to the bathroom where you flick the light on and close the door softly. 

In the bathroom, you place your overnight bag on the counter and fish around for your toothbrush. Upon finding it, with a yawn, you twist the lid from your toothpaste and place a sloppy dot of mint infused gel to the head and start to brush. As you’re brushing, you tune into the sounds of people calming down for the night in the rest of the house. Doors closing, slow footsteps tracing back and forth in the hall and up and down the stairs, hushed voices and drunken giggles permeate the house and you smile. Still, you’re left wondering about someone in particular. Someone who seemed to disappear part way through the night, much to your sheer disappointment. You’re pondering where Steve went. He was supposed to be staying too, but you did see him chatting to Paige, so you figure he’s left with her. Before the thought could get too overwhelming and add a downer to your otherwise fun evening, you spit into the sink and get yourself ready for bed. 

After you change into your pyjamas, you unlock the bathroom door and head back across to the spare room, closing the door softly behind you. The sheets are cool against your warmed skin as you pull them back and get comfortable before knocking the light off and shuffling further down into the bed. Within minutes, you feel yourself on the edge of a sound slumber, slowly drifting into a dreamlike state as your head swims as the effects of the alcohol wear off. You’re unaware of how much time has passed before you’re abruptly snapped back into consciousness. The bed dips and you hear a heavy sigh from next to you, someone’s made their way in here... As soon as your brain registers this, you quickly gasp loudly and shoot up, sitting bolt upright searching around for the lamp on the bedside table. As your fingers fumble around under the lampshade for the small switch, you feel the weight shuffle around again, paired with the ruffle of the duvet as it’s thrown back, as the person stands up from the bed. 

Click. 

The room is bathed in light as your eyes squint at the sudden brightness, a harsh contrast from the darkness that previously cloaked the room. You turn to the side of the bed and then your eyes meet the figure stood next to it, a palm covering their eyes from the sudden brightness.

“Steve?! What the hell are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack.” You harshly whisper at him as he stands squinting back at you.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He whispers back, “I didn’t realise anyone was in here. All the couches are taken, and I didn’t know where else to go.” His hand rakes through his hair as he shifts from foot to foot. 

An irritable huff escapes your lips, “I thought you left with Paige?” Your intonation pitches to make it sound like a question, and Steve’s features soften. 

With a shake of his head, he runs his fingers over his mouth, “God no.” He’s still whispering, “I thought you left too, I was trying to find you.” 

He was? He was... hm. Interesting. “Well you’ve found me, and woken me up.” You laugh slightly at the harsh whispers the pair of you are passing back and forth. Slyly, you catch Steve’s eyes wander down your front at your pyjama top before back up to meet your eyes and you could swear there’s a tinge of pink decorating his cheeks. 

“I’m just gonna...” He starts, taking the two unused pillows from the bed and placing them on the floor, starting to lie down. 

“Wait Steve,” you start, realising he’s willing to sleep on the floor. Although the pair of you have been friends for a while and have on nights like this shared some drunken feelings with one another, it’s a thing that just keeps getting passed over as time goes on. But now, knowing he’s going to sleep on the floor, you feel a rush of warmth and confidence fill you. “You can’t sleep on the floor.” You state simply. 

His head pops up over the side of the bed as you pull the comforter closer to you. “Why not? You’ll want that nice big bed to yourself. I’ll be fine here.” He shrugs.

You answer by simply pulling the comforter back on the other side of the bed. “Come on, get in so I can turn the damn light off and go back to sleep.” 

“You sure you’re okay with sharing a bed?” 

“Yes!” Your harsh whispers return as your tired impatience builds and he quickly stands up, places the pillows back and stands still, as if someone has an invisible iron grip on him. “Steve, c’mon.” You tut as he maintains eye contact and you watch as his chest rises and falls quickly. “I get you’re being respectful, but you don’t need to do that,” you say as you turn back to the light and knock the switch off before sliding back down in the bed and getting comfortable. You hear him drop his jacket onto the floor and slide out of his jeans before pulling back the comforter and letting himself sink down into the mattress. 

The pair of you lie in silence for a few minutes, and judging by Steve’s now steady breathing, you’re assuming he’s fallen asleep. But for you, the opposite. The feeling of impending sleep that was flooding your body moments ago has gone and you feel hypersensitive to every noise that your ears register. With a small huff, you turn over onto your back and cross your arms over your chest atop the covers. 

“You good?” His voice startles you through the dark and you turn your head slightly, trying to make out his position in the bed next to you. 

“Can’t sleep.” Your voice comes out tired and impatient, you’re already recognising how tired and cranky you’ll be tomorrow because of your lack of sleep. 

Before too long, you feel the bed shift again and Steve’s weight comes slightly closer as you still lie on your back. “Did you have a good night?” His voice remains calm and quiet.

You nod at him through the dark, but then realise he won’t really be able to see your reply. “Yeah, I did. It was fun.” Your head is still turned to face Steve and your eyes are gradually getting used to the dark and his shape is becoming clearer, and it is much closer than before. “Did you?” 

He takes in a deep breath before exhaling, “Sort of.” His apparent drunkenness he entered the room with seems to have settled.

“Sort of?” You question before turning onto your side to face him, the arm you’re lying on bends upwards to come under your pillow, a position you’ve always found comfortable since being younger. 

“Yeah, I guess. Don’t get me wrong I did have a good time. I just wish I’d spent a bit more time with someone.” 

In the darkness, your eyebrows furrow, “Really? Who was it?” You are completely ignorant to his hints, and he loves that about you.

“She just looked amazing.” He starts and your stomach drops a little, disappointed that he’s going to spend the time now describing someone else to you. “I kept looking over at her laughing and joking around with her friends.” He stops and takes a deep inhale; your body feels heavy at the thought of him admiring someone from afar. He continues, “She had a beautiful, like orange satin-y dress on,” suddenly your breath hitches and your mouth feels dry. You think of your overnight bag, at the bottom of the bed, with that very dress folded up in. “There’d be times where we’d make eye contact, you know, and I’d just totally freeze and feel like an asshole.” You swallow quietly, trying so hard to make your mouth feel like anything but sandpaper. “Seeing her tonight made me realise that I’ve been wasting my time getting to know the wrong people. When really, she’s been right in front of me all along.” You daren’t breathe in case you miss what he’s saying, you almost can’t believe it. In your mind, doubts unfurl like mist curling along the edge of a lake, but all you can do is listen for more. “I think I’ve always just been scared that she doesn’t feel the same, you know?”  

Silence. Nobody says anything else, and he’s so worried that he’s just fucked it up. Surely you’ve realised he’s speaking about you, or so he hopes you’ve realised. “...Steve,” you start, surely this is all too good to be true? “She does.” 

“Hm?” He replies quicker than you expected.

You clear your throat as a signal of finality almost, “She does feel the same, idiot.” A giggle punctuates the end of your sentence like a period and your cheeks flush. 

In the darkness, his figure is still indistinguishable, but the bed shifts to let you know he’s moving closer. Only a slight outline is visible and your heart picks up speed dramatically, throbbing in your chest. Gently, you lift your hand up and bump into Steve’s arm, making you realise he’s much closer than you thought. With a deep breath, you slowly move your hand up his arm, tracing your fingernails lightly over his bare arm before you reach the end of his t-shirt sleeve. At his shoulder, you move your hand along, gliding across his collarbone that peeks out from the neck of his shirt before you finally place your fingers at the base of his neck. Ever so slightly, you can feel the slight of his pulse beating underneath the tips of your fingers as they gently rest on his neck. With one final, wilful urge, your hand moves up to rest on his cheek, your thumb swiping across it, hoping that you’re not about to poke him in the eye. Your own skin is now covered with goosebumps that have risen in anticipation of the proximity you both now share. Whilst your hand made your way to its current position, you felt yourself shift even closer to him. Underneath the cover, his hand confidently finds your waist and he tightens his grip, pulling you close to finally close the gap between you both. His hand glides down to the side of your thigh where he pulls your leg up to rest over his hip, once it’s resting comfortably, he traces his hand over places he could only have ever dreamed of touching. Your heart now hammers wildly in your chest and your skin feels like it’s on fire from his touch. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, his breath lightly fanning over your lips, again reminding you just how close you both are.

Your fingers trail down to the collar of his shirt where you give it a soft pull, inching him agonisingly closer. “You can’t even see me.” Teasingly, you brush your lips against his and you feel his grip tighten on your hips, he hadn’t expected you to feel the same, but he is absolutely not complaining. 

“I don’t need to see you to know.” And before you know it, his hand leaves your hips and comes up to hold your jaw, his thumb placing itself right underneath your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before you feel his lips on yours. You both lose yourselves within each other as he kisses you slowly, meaningfully, like months of pent-up emotions are seeping through his kiss and you feel as if you’re melting into him, his grip staying strong on your jaw. 

In synchronisation, your lips move together effortlessly, and you feel at ease together, like it’s the most natural thing to have happened between the pair of you. After what felt like an eternity, but was no longer than half a minute, you slowly pull away from one another. His thumb grazes over your chin and you tip your chin into his hand, enjoying the feeling of support that he’s offering you. 

“Wear that dress again for me sometime, hm?” His voice is low, raspy with the fog of worn off alcohol and lust. 

That one sentence, those eight simple words, send your heart into eruptions of excitement and thank God it’s dark because your cheeks tinge the colour of fresh beets. The whirlwind of feelings leaves you unable to communicate with efficiency, so you place another small kiss upon his lips with a brief nod, one you’re sure he will feel due to the proximity of you both. A roar fills your ears as your cheeks tighten with a smile and you shift down, moulding to the shape of his body as you tuck your head into the crevice between his neck and shoulder. If anyone were to walk in, it would look as if you were both used to doing this, they would think it was the most natural thing in the world. Happily, the thought brings you a sense of pride and calm that you hadn’t experienced for so long.  

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Master List!

(reqs are OPEN, but please don't request for extremely specific things <3)

Friends to Lovers + Exes to lovers !!

kisses prompts !!

Love/Romantic/Soft prompts + Angry/Sad prompts !!

hot(spicy) prompt!! (og people know the kisses prompt list above has more spicier things ;) )

Enemies to Lovers :)

Random Prompts !! (i.e forbidden, secret, conflict, forced prox., fantasy, etc + a lot of random otp prompts)

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For those of you that just found this, here’s the link to the pinned post that has the updated master list: https://www.tumblr.com/me-writes-prompts/723296133223497728/prompt-requests-are-open?source=share (If you use my prompts, I would like you to link to the prompt list you got the prompt from, as well as mentioning my username which is @me-writes-prompts)

Last updated: 9/16/23

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Sweet caring prompts

Office “enemies to lovers” prompts

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Reunited lovers prompts

Grumpy x sunshine prompts

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“You’re so cute when you…” prompts

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Underrated tropes list

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Character figuring out their crush/friend kissed them only for a dare

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[Blank] to Lovers Prompts Masterlist

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Neighbours to lovers prompts and oneliners

How to write friends to lovers

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[dumplingsjinson]

PROMPTS MASTERLIST

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[unforgivenn]

MASTERPOST!!!

Hi there fellow whumpers! I'm Remy or you can simply just call me Unforgiven. I'm Bisexual, use she/her, and live in Dubai! (Pronunciation of my name cuz a lot of you people are confused)

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Some stories I'm absolutely obsessed with and you should check out as well!!

Jack and Asher by @whumpasaurus101

Play Pretend by @oddsconvert

@astrowhump's every single story.

Whiskey and Baxter by @cyberwhumper

Smile for the camera by @morning-star-whump

@demondamage's aziphem and haziel

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SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

Sypnosis: (I suck at these /./) In a world where power reigns supreme, Noah, a 17-year-old, finds himself thrust into a nightmare beyond comprehension. He's kidnapped by Andrey if it even is called kidnapping. All the torture he endures, everything he goes through whether it be mental or physical torture. Everything is legal and no one can stop it unless they want to be beheaded. Forced to become a slave, Noah's life got a 180 degree turn where betrayal and pain lurks at every corner and shadow.

16th HOUR (Newly started)

based on this

Sypnosis: In a messed-up world where your whole life changes on your 16th birthday, society decides if you're human or livestock based on your social status. If you get the livestock label, you lose all your human rights and become a piece of property, destined for work, experimentation, or even get slaughtered for meat. What happens when Samuel gets classified into the livestock category despite being the son of a big-time businessman?

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✨Request open!✨

Requests are open but I'll take some time to write them since I'm working on the series at the same time, hope y'all understand.

No smut

No homophobic topics

Only Enhypen members

Only yandere themes

You can request your own idea or choose from the prompts I have (1-2 prompts with a member of your choice)

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OT7:

Jungwon

Heeseung

Jay

Jake

Sunghoon

Sunoo

Ni-ki

Love is Pain (PSH feat. YJW)

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if the feline isn't the fix, requests are open. feel free to request dialogue prompts, an overly specific character archetype, or submit your own :)

✨ overly specific character archetypes ✨

the unhinged character

the wholesome fangirl character

the “i am shit” or “i am THE shit” character

the pure adrenaline character

the coward character

the villain-turned-mother-hen character

the reluctant villain

the well-meaning jinxed character

the polite rogue character

the tone deaf character

the infinitely armed character

the unassuming genius character

the “never hurt kids” character

the parent figure character

the himbo character

the comic-relief-turned-tragic character

the “ray of sunshine with a dark backstory” character

the “light among shadows” character

the broken ace character

the secret heir character

the gentle giant character

the “it’s all about the presentation” character

the “hopelessly pining” characters

the character who clearly needs therapy and a hug too probably

the "horror movie first kill" character

the extremely prepared character

the character who finally snaps

the character who breaks away

the "exponential gratitude" character

the "harem magnet" character

the character who will fight for your honor at all costs, even if you don't need them to

the character who appreciates culinary artistry

the "boy cried wolf" character

the "save the world" character

the "screw the world" character

the withering ace character

the parentified child character

the masked ace character

the "well-read by no bedside manner" character

the "sixth sense" character

the olive branch character

the wilted ace character

the "bridges have been burned" character

the "peacemaker in the battlefield" character

the "can only trust one person" character

the "soulless avenger" character

the "needs to take their own advice" character

✨ dialogue prompts ✨

that was a bust

i assumed you'd be disappointed

this isn't where we're supposed to be

i trusted you

do i know you?

i love you

why are you staring at me

and that's another case, all wrapped up

you had everything

you don't understand what i've been through

i never thought i'd see you again

i need your help

you love me?

i can, y'know. patch you up good

how long have you been spying on me, you pervert

go get out

i've wanted to ask you this question

you're three minutes late (princess x commoner)

what are you hiding

i can't believe you did that

and don't say fake-out make-out

can you not get killed so much

i'm not going to let you do this alone

these are how fights go

this isn't what i signed up for

i thought you said you had a plan

you're not too bad at this

dude! you just saved my life

that was a mouse

why don't you ever stay dead?

don't leave me here. please

i told them the ransom and they asked me for a discount

you're not real

i would do anything for you, your highness

oi. can you stop crying so loud

don't give me the silent treatment

you did this

we survived!

i could kiss you right now

will you not scream in terror now

get it over with

i'm home

that's it. im leaving

how have you not left yet

you're hurt, human

it's always been you

hey (meet disaster)

here to make fun of me?

you're so cute when you struggle

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☆[30 Days of Domestic Fluff] Creator: @melonmachinery

[voidfxndoms]

can i request a stiles stilinski oneshot with angst prompt 15: "I don't want your help." (around when he k.lled donovan in self-defense) thank you in advance! ‹𝟹

Omg, I love this idea so much! Thanks so much, anon <3 I'm so terribly sorry for only posting this now, but I've had the filthiest migraine for the past two days, ugh

Can you keep a secret? // Stiles Stilinski

After an unfortunate event at the high school library, Stiles turns to a friend as a burden weighs heavier and heavier on his shoulders.

Warnings: none? except spoilers, if you haven't seen S5 of TW

W/C: 2,426

A/N: Since your request is quite specific about the timeframe, I've decided to follow the actual events of the show, only mentioning the characters that are part of that season :) I hope you like it!

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:

The library was empty. Spotless. If Stiles hadn't known better, he'd think the entire thing had happened in his head. But a simple glimpse at his hands was enough to see the blood — Donovan's blood. His hands were covered in it. But how was the library cleared up so quickly? And not just Donovan's body being removed, but all of the blood, the bars… Everything. It was all gone. In disbelief, he made his way to where, just minutes ago, the lifeless body of the Wendigo was standing, impaled. As thorough as the clean-up had been, Stiles spotted a smear of something atop the scaffolding he had climbed upon in his frantic escape from Donovan's hold. The room was too dark for Stiles to make out exactly what smeared the steel beam, so he wiped some with his finger. The crimson blood on his fingertip glistened in the dim light of the moon. The same blood the rest of Stiles's hand was covered in.

The buzz of his phone brought him back to reality, startling him, though only slightly. It was a text from his father, asking him when he'd be home. To say that it was late was an understatement, and Stiles should have probably replied to the text. But the emotions were still too fresh, too strong, too raw for him to think straight. So, instead of answering his father, Stiles slowly backed out of the library, got in his car, and started driving. Not knowing where to go, he drove aimlessly. Or so he thought.

"Stiles? What the hell are you doing here, it's two in the morning!" Lydia shouted through the rolled-up window.

Stiles's head slowly turned towards her. His face was trembling, and the deep lines on it indicated he had been crying for a while. Lydia's face shifted from annoyed to confused and then, finally, to highly worried. He looked at her for a few seconds, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, the car still running.

Then his head turned to face the front again, his face scrunching up in confusion. Why was he at Lydia's house? Why was he in her driveway? How long had he been there?

A sudden, yet tender touch stopped his train of thought.

"Your knuckles are ghostly white, under all that blood." Lydia remarked, softly. Her hand was on top of his on the steering wheel.

A trembling "Hm?" was all Stiles's brain managed to produce at that moment.

"Loosen your grip, Stiles. It's okay, I've got you."

Soon after the amber-eyed hands were loosely hanging on the steering wheel, color quickly making its way back to them.

And then there was silence. Why was there silence?

"Did you turn off my car?" Stiles asked turning to Lydia, his voice still weak.

She nodded in response, dangling the keys of the Jeep in front of his eyes.

"I told you, I've got you. Now, why don't you get out of this old thing and come inside? Let's get you cleaned up." she smiled.

Taking him by his hand, Lydia walked him inside her house, where they made their way to the bathroom.

She opened a drawer under the wash basin and took out a small towel. She waited until the water was warm, then called Stiles over. First, she cleaned his face from all the dirt and the tears. Then she let him wash his hands as thoroughly and for as long as he wanted to. Finally, she sat him across from her, cleaned the wound on his shoulder and made sure to clean up all the remains of dirt and blood that had collected around and under his nails.

"Why are you doing this?" Stiles asked when she was done.

"Because I know that, whatever happened, there's a reason why it did." she answered.

"I killed Donovan." he blurted out.

Lydia didn't seem fazed, or shocked. But she didn't say anything. She finished tidying up the wash basin, washing away the mixture of blood and water that had collected on its walls. Then, after putting the towel in the laundry chest, she returned to where she was sitting, took Stiles's hands in hers, sighed, and said "Go on".

And he did. He told her everything, in the comfort of the small guest bathroom. When he was done his face was stained with tears all over again, he was sitting on the floor, shaking and gasping for air. But Lydia was right there with him, on the ground, cradling him and rocking them both back and forth.

They stayed like this until he calmed down. Despite her efforts to get him to stay the night, just so she could keep an eye on him, Stiles told Lydia he was okay to go home. She walked him out of the house and back to his Jeep.

"Text me when you get home." She said as he put his seatbelt on. He nodded in response.

There was a moment of silence.

"You're gonna have to tell Scott, you know?" she asked. Her voice was soft, even softer than when she had found him in the car.

This time she didn't get a nod, but a deep sigh as a response.

She reached out and placed her hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. Stiles turned around, giving Lydia a weak smile, which she returned. Then he started the car, backed out of her driveway, and made his way home, where his murder board was waiting for him.

***

"Have you told him?" Lydia whispered, as Dr. Fenris buzzed the gate to the supernatural section of Eichen House open.

"Not yet." Stiles answered through gritted teeth.

"He's gonna get suspicious. Sooner or later he's also going to notice that you keep wincing whenever you move your shoulderblade." She shook her head.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't seem too forgiving of self-defense. Did you not hear what he said about five seconds ago, when I asked him if there's ever a time where killing in self-defense is alright?"

Lydia sighed, "What I'm trying to say is- don't wait too long."

"Yeah... I know." Stiles answered weakily.

He tried to calm down, but it was too late. Lydia set off the trigger to his paranoia, and Scott's words echoed in his head in an aggressive way. Shoving his hands in his pockets to avoid picking at the skin of his nails, Stiles came in contact, once again, with the pin of the scaffolding. A painful reminder of what had happened and, more importantly, what was at stake.

Glancing at the prisoners in the cell, he noticed one of them looked surprisingly familiar. As he and the prisoner locked eyes, a wave of pure panic hit Stiles. It was Donovan. In the flesh. Standing there, staring at him with those void, wendigo eyes. At first, Stiles averted his gaze but then took a step back to double-check that it was really him.

And it wasn't. Of course it wasn't, it couldn't have been. After all, Donovan was dead. And he had killed him.

***

The Beacon Hills Preserve, a place Stiles knew very well, had never seemed as unfamiliar as it did in that moment. Him and Lydia had been looking for the Nemeton for the majority of the morning, but it seemed they were going around in circles. They were trying to prove a point about Parrish, but without the Nemeton, the point seemed very unlikely to be proven.

Puzzled, Stiles sighed. "It's almost like this thing doesn't want to be found."

"Maybe it knows we're late for class. Because we've been here twice." Lydia observed, annoyance oozing off of her.

"Crap." Stiles stated, looking at the two big Xs on a tree Lydia marked with white chalk as they were passing by.

Emphasizing her annoyance with a loud sigh, Lydia asked if they could talk to Parrish. Stiles tried to convince her to keep looking by explaining that since the Nemeton was full of bodies Lydia, as a banshee, should be able to find it. Her reply was a dry and sarcastic remark about having an off day, and she proposed, once again, that they speak to Parrish instead.

"We can't." Stiles answered, slumping as his gaze fell.

"Why not?" Lydia asked, too irritated to think about the reason behind Stiles's hostility about talking to Parrish.

"You know why."

"Okay yeah but, come on Stiles, it was self-defense. Plus, I'll be there to back you up. And I'm sure so will Scott and your dad, who is the sheriff, by the way."

When Stiles didn't answer, Lydia's mouth fell open and she scoffed in disbelief.

"Jesus Stiles, you still haven't told him?"

"Them. Told them." Stiles whispered in response.

"Them? You're telling me neither Scott nor your father, the two people who would never leave your side, know about you defending yourself from a blood-thirsty chimera?!"

"Okay, can you keep it down a notch? It's-"

"We're in the middle of a forest, Stiles!" Lydia shouted, irritated.

"It's not that simple!" Stiles shouted back, before clearing his throat and composing himself. "It's not that simple. My dad is the sheriff, which is a double-edged sword. And Scott... I'm scared he won't look at me the same. I mean you heard what he said."

Seeing him fidgeting, Lydia made her way to him and took his hands in hers, a habit she only had around him.

"Look at me," she told him. His gaze met hers, his eyes glassy due to the tears that had welled up. "Noah is your dad first, and only after that is he the sheriff. I don't know him too well, but he doesn't seem the heartless kind. And Scott, well, you said it yourself. Scott is your brother. Brothers fight, that's what they do, but in the end, they always find their way back to each other."

Stiles shook his head, "I can't tell him."

"Why not? He's gonna find out, sooner or later."

Stiles's face went white with fear.

"Oh God Stiles, no. I didn't mean it like that. I'm not gonna tell on you."

"You won't..." he mumbled.

"What do you mean 'you won't'. Who else would? We are the only ones who know, right?"

Stiles's face was pale, but it lacked any trace of an expression.

"Stiles... you can't say anything."

"Right?" Lydia repeated her question, worry slowly creeping up on her.

"Please, don't say anything."

"Stiles?" Lydia grabbed him by the shoulders. His eyes were empty, his body stiff. He was looking at a random spot on the ground, but it didn't seem like he was actually looking at it. He seemed to be in a completely different world.

"Why not?"

"Because I never said anything about Donovan."

"He never said anything about Donovan." Stiles mumbled, a stray tear tumbling down his cheek.

Lydia froze, and Stiles finally looked up at her.

"He?" Lydia stuttered.

Stiles shoved her arms off him and made his way to the path that led out of the preserve.

"What do you mean he?" Lydia shouted after him. When she got no answer, she started running after him.

"Stiles," she breathed out when she caught up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He quickly removed it, turning around to face her.

"Leave it, Lydia, it's nothing." he said through gritted teeth.

Ignoring his remark, she asked, "Who is he?"

"I said, leave it." Stiles repeated, stressing every word.

But Lydia was determined to get a reply out of him; "Who else knows?"

And that's when anger got the best of him.

"Jesus, Lydia, will you just let it go? For once in your life, will you just stay out of it?" He shouted. Then, calmly, he added "I told you it's nothing. Now let me be."

He started to walk again, taking big steps to get as far as possible before Lydia could speak again. Because where he preferred avoiding confrontation, he knew that it was number one on Lydia's priority list.

And sure enough, she called after him, reprimand in her voice — "I'm just trying to help you."

Stiles stopped dead in his tracks.

"I don't want your help." he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What'd you say? I couldn't hear you from back here."

He'd had enough of her sarcasm for the day.

"I said," he started, turning back and making a beeline for her petite figure at the other end of the path. "I don't want your help. Did you hear me now, hm? Or should I say it louder? I. Don't. Want. Your. Help. As a matter of fact, I don't even need your help."

He was now standing in front of Lydia, his tall figure somehow still towering over hers, despite her heels. His gaze was firm, his eyebrows furrowed. The hand that was already holding the keys to his car was so tight around them, that his knuckles had turned the exact shade of white as the night he had pulled into her driveway. Only this time, it wasn't fear that he was feeling. It was pure, uncut anger.

"I don't need your reassurance. I don't need you to babysit me. I don't need you to guide me. This is not about you, it's about me, it's about Scott. You're irrelevant in this whole situation. So when I say let it go, you let it go. Because I don't want anything from you now, but to leave me alone."

His words cut like a dagger, but it was reassuring to know that he didn't mean any of it, that it was all coming from a place of immense fear. Or at least that's what Lydia wanted to believe.

By the time everything had sunk in, Stiles was already well ahead of her. Her understanding of the situation, however, wasn't a justification for the way he had spoken to her. So, in an attempt to trigger his rational side, she shouted one last question.

"If I'm so irrelevant, why did you come to me the night you killed Donovan?"

For just a moment, Stiles stopped walking, and Lydia thought he'd turn around, maybe to argue some more, maybe to apologize.

But he didn't. She saw his shoulders rise and fall, probably due to a deep sigh, and then he walked off, grip still tight around his car keys.

And in the silence of the preserve, they both knew that Lydia was right. And that Stiles hated himself for how he had treated her.

[promptsbytaurie]

promptsbytaurie MASTERPOST!!

Status: ON HIATUS!

Ask box: OPEN!

Submissions: OPEN!

Queue: INACTIVE! One prompt is posted every day at 9 AM Pacific Time (11 AM EST).

Credits: I ask that anyone who uses a prompt of mine credits me with the link to the prompt used or my username! This is NOT optional. If you'd like, you can @ me or reblog directly from the prompt so I can read it!! I love seeing what you guys write :D

My prompt lists + other info are linked under the cut, as well as a more detailed tag system.

This masterpost is IN PROGRESS!

word prompts

three words [1, 2]

four words [1]

five words [1]

six words [1]

other prompt lists

chaotic dialogue prompts

injury dialogue prompts [1, 2]

holiday prompts

title ideas

based on songs (MASTERPOST)

how-tos and tips

how to show guilt

how to write wingfics

tagging system

#ask - any ask response! this can include prompt lists, as sometimes someone asks for a list or a question that i feel would be best answered in a prompt list!! ask box: OPEN!!

#prompt list - basically what is says on the tin. this tag contains all of my prompt lists, which are basically just (you guessed it) longer collections of prompts. prompt lists that have 31 prompts are tagged with #31 prompts.

#prompt [number] - Each individual prompt is tagged as #prompt [that number prompt]. You can play a fun little writing game by searching this blog for any prompt number between 1-200 (roughly-this IS updated as more prompts are posted)!

‼️DISCLAIMERS‼️

Some of these prompts may contain dark themes, such as death and violence, and innuendos/inappropriate jokes. However, there will NEVER be any r@pe prompts, nor any prompts that contain explicit sexual content.

Unless I cite a source, the prompt is 100% my own. Any resemblance to personal or published works is entirely coincidental.

[sinsandsweetness]

SERIOUS QUESTION!!!!

lol ok it’s not that serious at all actually but… should I be making a masterlist for my daydreams/dialogues too? Since they’re so small idk if I should. Or are they easy enough to find for you guys?

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Dialogue Prompt Requests

I got this idea from a post that I saw. I'm not sure who made it, but credit to the original poster. Below I have posted a few dialogue prompts that I like, most of which I have not written (again, credits to the original writer of the prompts).

Send me a request with the dialogue prompt(s) you like, a character from one of the fandoms I write for, and if you want it to be angst, fluff, etc...

I've listed the fandoms I write for and a few details on my masterlist.

Here are the dialogue prompts:

"Where's your boyfriend?" "Probably doing crazy things."

"What happens if I do this?"

"I might never get to say this."

"You're not alone. You've got me."

"You always smile when you're about to cry."

"Shut up." "Why don't you come over and make me?"

"Don't you see that I'm trying?"

"I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."

"Why are you helping me?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Of course. I forgot you're a spineless douchebag."

"Why're you still here?" "Because I care about you, asshole."

“So, what is so important that you had to call me at one in the morning?” “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

"Where were you when I needed you the most?"

"I don't like them like that, absolutely fucking not."

"I just adore you."

"Stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like that!"

"Let me take care of things for once, alright?"

"You're actually jealous?"

"Tell me about yourself."

"Stop biting your damn lip."

"I want to spend the day with you doing nothing."

"You can stay as long as you want."

"Come in, you're going to get sick."

"Don't talk to me. Someone might think we're friends."

"Do it. Take a chance, I'm begging you. You don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering what it could've been."

"Why're you always so secretive?" "Why're you always intrusive?"

"You're in love." "I think you're delusional." "And I think you're in denial."

"I regret a lot of things. Having this conversation tops the list."

"Can you please come and get me?"

"The worst part about all of this is that I still love you."

"Some stranger just gave me a whole cake, should I be worried?"

"Kiss me." "I'm afraid I won't be able to stop." "Then kiss me."

"Define normal, please."

"Watch me."

[jadewolf22]

Your Mistress's Masterlist

Hello beauties, and welcome to my main navigation post! Requests are currently OPEN so feel free to drop a request in my inbox or messages! You are free to ask for prompts from my prompt list below or make up your own; EVERYTHING is free game!

For people looking for a safe space to talk and get things off their chests, my account is open to you! Feel free to message me through the asks or in messages. I will do my best to help you with whatever you need, or just listen. 😘

This is not specifically an 18+ account. I will make specific warnings if any of my posts are 18+

Also, this account is for WOMEN ONLY!! Men DNI!

Character/Ship List Prompt List

Harry Potter Masterlist(WIP)

Marvel Masterlist(WIP)

Star Wars Masterlist(WIP)

Game of Thrones Masterlist(WIP)

Wednesday Masterlist

Hunger Games Masterlist(WIP)

Lord of the Rings Masterlist(WIP)

RE8 Masterlist(WIP)

Miscellaneous Masterlist

[writing-desk-rae]

Masterlists

(updating as I go)

Rae's Writing Prompt Extravaganza Masterlist

ColdFlash: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Dialogue: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46

Spooky Season: 1

Meet Cute: 1, 2, 3, 4

Title Prompt: 1

Story Prompt: 1

Lyric Prompt: 1, 2, 3

Ask Games: send me a _ and get _

🌹 - most recently written line from a wip

📓 - the plot of a wip I haven't (and probably won't) write

🤐 - unpublished dialogue

🤹 - plot points I'm juggling

🍋 - smutty ideas for my fics (even/especially if I don't write them in)

✂️ - cut plot lines

🗑️ - deleted scenes

Any emoji - lucky dip

Or just ask a question

AO3 Fics

Did Icurus Fall or Fly (does it matter) - 911/TopGunMaverick - series - wip

Stick By Me - The Flash cw - wip

Be our guests, make a mess - TopGun Maverick - wip

Never have I ever...written a side fic series for Fuddlewuddle - gifts for @fuddlewuddle 's Never Have I Ever series - TopGun Maverick - complete

We are all made of Dreams - The Sandman netflix - series - complete

My Wife, Her Alien, and Me - Doctor Who - wip

Tumblr Fics

Last Night on the Demeter

The Lord of Gifts

Another Admiral

Max (updated)

Deleted Scene: The Wife, The Alien, and Me

Extended Scene: Flight Path, Burning In

Sneak Peaks: Flight Path, Burning In

[just2bubbly]

Fluff Prompts

Masterlist

"I left you the cake in refridgerator, go have it before (name) finds it."

"Can you bring me a vanilla icecream with chocochips in it please" "It's 3 in the morning"

"You look so cute when you ramble"

"'You are too good to be true so I like to touch you and confirm that you are actually here"

"I can make jokes at your expense"

"Who's daddy's girl?" "MOM!"

"I wrote a letter- a lovely letter for you"

"Stop bluring your words and just sleep already"

"You remember that? I thought you were not listening"  "I remember everything you say."