#s: chin x malia

[sabokunsmalia]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄, part one " the return of hiken,"

featuring: flame emperor sabo x fem!reader content warning: mentions of child's death, mdni!! hi it's malia: finally, i finished part one, i'm so glad and so devasted for her reaction towards sabo. excuse the she usage, but it was easier to write for me than using the you! it's still female reader.

tagged: @dimplesjaehyuniie & @96jnie

Equipped with a small mechanical crossbow on both wrists, she watched how the steel arrow slid in and out. Preparing her weapons for a fight if Zoro and Luffy would be followed by enemies. It was the worst-case scenario. A fight in the corridors of the Corrida Colosseum might not be the greatest idea to avoid unwanted attention, but she would not allow any others to hurt her friends.

Winning the Devil Fruit, which once belonged to Portgas D. Ace, was an important task for the Straw Hat captain. At the same time, he would feel responsible if one of his friends could receive deadly wounds from an enemy. Most likely because Luffy could have prevented the intensity of the damage. And in the moment where Ace's image popped into her mind, the loud cries and angry screams coming from the end of the corridor required her undivided attention.

Luffy tugged underneath his muscular arm, dressed in his usual attire again without the costume for the contest. Storming down the corridor, she raised her eyebrows in confusion. No one followed them, at least, she could not see any enemies closing in on the duo. Shaking her head at their unexplainable behavior, she felt the gentle breeze of the wind as the two passed her before turning and following. With slow steps, she walked through the Colosseum towards the exit. One that wasn't known to most contestants, who entered a fight, and were forced to stay as prisoners. A departure was not an option for strong people who once signed the contract.

Tricky, but fitting for a cruel person like Doflamingo.

"Take that!" The swordsman with the green hair shouted, throwing a blue caterpillar costume at the approaching markswoman. She caught it with one hand, staring at the ridiculous large eyes until Luffy's whiny sounds became the center of her undivided attention. "What happened to him?" A slender finger pointed at the crying man, who mumbled word after word between the tears streaming down his cheeks, and the drool running down his chin.

"No idea," Zoro shrugged his shoulders to strengthen his words. "Found him on the ground close to the cells, crying and without the clown costume,"

Luffy was lost deeply in his emotions, uncountable waves of tears ran down his flustered cheeks. Unable to move a heavy limb, Zoro helped his captain and certainly best friend to step into the costume, he brought along. If they wanted to walk through the streets of Dressrosa without being captured or attacked, the dress-up was a necessary change of clothing.

“Captain, are you good to go?” She spoke towards the boy with the inky strands, and the head thrown back. It was obvious that the scene he went through, must be almost as painful as watching his brother die. Something so similar that Luffy’s entire personality shrunk into a whining boy. “For fuck’s sake, who the hell did he see?”

The markswoman chuckled to herself, shaking the head from left to right as she kneeled down. Thick fabric of the caterpillar costume between her fingers, she imagined any kind of animal or enemy as the thing that straddled Luffy to such immense. While the Captain’s face was almost hidden as Zoro pulled on the zipper, she stepped into her own costume.

“S-Sabo,” Luffy stuttered between the sobs and whines. And the head of the markswoman snapped towards her last standing childhood friend. “What?” She questioned, thinking she must have heard the wrong name. It was impossible. “Sabo!” Luffy shouted, but Zoro’s large, scared hand was quick to cover up their Captain’s wide-open mouth before any danger found them.

She felt a pinch in her chest, a breath tangled between her ribs like the sharpened blade of a knife pierced through skin and bones without resistance. The name Luffy repeated while crying out of happiness caused too many unbearable emotions for her severed soul. Stopping in her tracks, the ridiculous animal costume Zoro brought along, slipped out of her grip and bunched around her ankles. Luffy would never speak his name again, if he would not tell the truth about the encounter.

The pain caused by his early and unexpected death was certainly enough to never repeat the memories with words. Something, the three had promised each other, even more so after the happenings at Marineford. “Hey!” Zoro waved his hand in front of the markswoman, demanding her undivided attention. And it was a coincidence that she heard his voice over the loud thudding of her heart against her rib cage. “Get dressed, we have to leave!”

Instead of following the instructions, she stepped out of the costume. What Luffy spoke, made her question the escape, question the current life they are living, question what happened that day when the ship got destroyed by the cannon balls of a World Noble. Dry lips pressed together in a tight line, fingers clenched into fists, she turned away from her friends and towards the secret entrance to the colosseum.

“We don’t have time for this! There’s nothing left in there for us!” Zoro shouted, pulling the costume higher to hide his signature hair color and his well-known face from the people of Dressrosa. “Maybe not for you, but I need to know if Luffy’s speaking the truth or if someone decides to play a distasteful game with us,” She stated, already walking slowly back into the Colosseum and leaving Zoro back to carry Luffy away.

Thoughts scattered in her mind, the reminder that he couldn’t be alive after his small boat got attacked by a World Noble’s crew. Caught in the fire, the explosion didn’t allow him to escape, and they held a funeral in Foosha Village for the boy. She cried many nights, almost each night she fell asleep with wet cheeks and the burning red color in her eyes.

“Sabo,” She whispered to herself, the head hanging lower than usual as she inspected the crossbows in her wrists. “Is that really you,”

Steel arrows prepared in the mechanism, she already expected to be disappointed again. A person, who could imitate another, or maybe Luffy’s idiotic behavior caused him to forget that the blonde boy couldn’t be alive. Still, she wandered through the corridors, following the shouts of an excited commentator about the next match-up. It was easy to find a way to the stands, which were filled with multiple people who eagerly watched the competition.

The people clapped and watched as the competitors of the finale started to fight in the middle of the arena. Names, which were known ones across the sea. And the markswoman did not seem vaguely interested in the fight until a familiar costume caught her eyes. It looked exactly like Luffy in disguise except for the signature scar on the chest. The person underneath the costume was paler than her Captain, and the x-shape was definitely drawn across the muscular chest.

Also, Luffy just escaped the Colosseum with Zoro to save Law from being executed by Doflamingo. Running a hand through her hair, she stared exactly at the person who acted as Lucy, fighting with a steel pipe before focusing on the middle part of the arena. Fingers clenched in the brown leather gloves, he punched the ground and the platform broke apart in seconds. "What the fuck," She whispered underneath a breath, eyebrows raised and pupils dilated in shock. The power was unbelievable.

The people scattered in the arena, running towards the exits to leave the Colosseum as the water underneath the arena caused chaos. Pieces of the ground floated around, contestants drowning in the water as Devil Fruit eaters weren't able to swim. Large fishes swam with the currents, one of them having a chest bound on their back. The man in the gladiator costume jumped straight to the treasure, while others cursed underneath their breaths. "This can't be," The markswoman muttered again, placing her feet on the railing and preparing herself to fight against the costumed lad to receive Ace's legacy herself.

One person stayed in the stands with her. A woman, dressed in a short skirt, and a very bright, pink blouse with a brown hat. She looked cute, especially with the stockings, and she held onto the pile of clothing in her arms. The chest was ripped open by the man who took Luffy's disguise and showed a smile when the Mera Mera No Mi was tightly in their hands. "I've won, this is mine," He declared, a deep. and almost too familiar voice rang in her ears. So familiar, she almost ended up starstruck and rooted to the railing of the stand around the ring.

Seconds too late, the second Lucy took a bite out of the Fire Fruit, and immediately regretted doing so. "How disgusting," He shouted, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while forcing the last pieces of the valuable Logia into his burning mouth. The woman in the cute costume beside the markswoman watched, a giggle leaving her mouth as she witnessed the facial expressions.

Within seconds, and still caught in the wave of memories and the simple glimpse of a familiar voice, the Straw Hat's markswoman stumbled into the ring. In mid-air, the Lucy duplicate proudly presented the growing fire around his fist. A strong attack, a loud word echoed through the arena above the gasps of surprise. "Hiken," He shouted, losing the fake beard and cheap, golden helmet while destroying the entirety of the ring. Enemies drowned in the floating waves, and got hit by the crumbled platforms and thick pieces of stones hitting their bodies.

Landing safely on the ground underneath the ring, the Lucy duplicate smirked to himself and placed a saved Rebecca on the ground. After him, the woman with the folded clothing followed quickly after him, jumping confidently from one piece to another. And while, the markswoman attempted her best to stand tall while sliding down the side of the ring, she landed on her ass on the hard stone ground in one of the tunnels. Eyes squinted together, the footsteps of a group of people running close to her caught her attention, and helped her to receive the power over herself back.

"Fuck," She cursed, standing up and letting the span of her soft palm rub over her aching lower back and the curve of her butt cheeks. "What's going on," She muttered to herself, looking around to at least find out where she was. No one knew about the secret tunnel system underneath the town, at least, none have told her about what was going on in those bunkers of Dressrosa.

Surely, the SMILE factory must be hidden in such a place. One of the many reasons why the Straw Hats came to this forsaken land, and decided to help the tortured folk regain their freedom from Doflamingo.

"Who the hell are you?" The voice of the female gladiator, the woman with the pink hair and the sword, echoed through the quiet tunnels. She was saved by the man who disguised himself as Lucy, taking the costume away from Luffy and eventually telling him important information about Sabo. Shared secrets that caused the emotional damage to the Straw Hat, and even rendered him unable to speak a full sentence without repeating the name of a long-lost brother. "We're from the Revolutionary Army," The man explained, chuckling about the change of emotion on Rebeka's face.

And suddenly, the markswoman, who was just straddled by the destruction of the fighting area, felt her heart thudding against her rib cage. Quickly, and even harshly which almost caused unbearable pain to her body. Such a familiar glint in the voice of the adult, such a sweet hint in the melodic sound of the man's tone. "I'm Sabo,"

Eyes dilated within seconds, tears gathering on her lower lashline as the name easily left the male's mouth. Spoken without hesitation, without fear and without regret of acting as if he was someone, who couldn't be alive anymore. Couldn't have survived the attack on his small, wooden boat about twelve years ago. Fingers clenched into fists, she reloaded the crossbows on her wrists and ran toward the spot between the multiple barrels. Fast steps allowed her to witness the moment as the girl with the goggles placed an all-too-familiar hat in a larger version on top of the blonde's hat.

"You're not the original Lucy," Rebeka stated, pointing a finger at the man who was busy controlling the fire in his palm. He still had trouble, attempting to pull his brown leather gloves over his digits. " The original Lucy is a pirate. A chaotic but brave one, who will become the King of the Pirates, he's my little brother," The man in his noble outfit chuckled, pushing his hands into the pockets of his coat after finally hiding his soft digits in the leather material of his gloves.

Stopping in her tracks, but already in sight for the group of three and the former female contestant to see, her fingers released the clenched fists at the sight and the explanations he was giving.

There might be a chance that someone could imitate Sabo to mess with Luffy's head, but none could talk about the Straw Hat with such pride and belief. From the first day on Luffy revealed his dream to his older brothers, the noble-born boy with the pipe on his back believed in the dreams of the crying boy. It was possible, it all seemed so possible for them. She remembered those moments, those little, beautiful moments of a carefree past so perfectly.

"S-Sabo," She stuttered out the name of a man, who gave her enough as a ten-year-old. Who offered her love before she could even describe the word or emotion before she even experienced the positive and negative aspects of it.

Tears dwelled in the corners of her widened eyes, blown pupils stared at the trio of the revolutionary army as the one in the middle lifted his head. Tilted to the side, the brim wasn't hiding parts of his face anymore. A breath, she took seconds ago, stuck in her tightened throat at the sight. Words mixed between spit and air, a confusing mixture of syllables on the tip of her tongue. Eyes, she remembered so dearly. Eyes, so innocent with a glint of courage hidden in the depth. Eyes, who presented a deep love and caring for the young, noble-born girl around twelve years ago.

Eyes, which burst open at the sight of the brave warrior. The burned skin around his eye stretched as he raised his blonde brows at the female, whose gentle features with the sharp twist were a familiar picture to him. Sabo, who froze while playing with the insides of his pockets and watched the droplets slowly roll down the span of her flustered cheeks. "This can't be true," A whisper so sincere, so quiet it only belonged to her and couldn't be carried by the gentle blows of wind towards the revolutionaries in front of her.

"Sabo-kun," The woman in the light pink blouse wrapped her slender arms around the blonde's arm, shaking him hesitantly from left to right. "What's wrong with you? Are you alright?" She was almost whining, whimpering at the state of her superior. Almost fearing that the Mera Mera No Mi consumer froze in place.

"How," The stunned markswoman spoke again, comprehending the confrontation of a moment, she doubted since Luffy spoke the forbidden name. A scene, she dreamt of. Meeting him again, seeing him all grown up and becoming the person he talked about while watching the sun hide behind the horizon. "How are you alive? This must be a cruel joke," She shook her head, outstretching her arm and showing him her flat palm while stepping back. Some devil fruit user must be playing a very twisted, and sick game.

So, she aimed her crossbow at his figure. The steel head of the arrow pointed at the man's chest while being released with the simple twitch of her thumb and pointer finger. No, Sabo was dead, he was killed when they were still children. He never reached the first island, he never left the boat. They saw him and witnessed how the boat sank after burning. No, this wasn't Sabo, this couldn't be him. "You died! You fucking died twelve years ago. Stop using Sabo's image against us," She shouted, firing another one of her deadly arrows but it was no use. After eating the Logia Devil Fruit, his body was made of pure heat. Flames closed the hole in his stomach without pain and blood, and she stared at the sight. A familiar view, she witnessed when Ace toyed with his enemies until destroying their existence.

"No, you're not real,"

[protectionfromhaoles]

[doubleleoenergy]

Daddy Issues

Nobody does it like you do. I know how much it matters to you. I know that you got daddy issues

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, fingering (female receiving), oral (male receiving), Daddy Kink, passionate sex

Word Count: 2361

Author’s Notes: My GRAYstans unite! I have unlocked a new passion for Daddy!Grayson. Also, my headers either feature the reader image as Malia Tate from Teen Wolf or Jane Villanueva from Jane the Virgin.

“Are you SURE you want to make Sledge’s doghouse from scratch?” You asked, following your boyfriend, THE Grayson Dolan, into the backyard. Grayson and you had just adopted a puppy that he was FINALLY not allergic to, and he had become quite obsessed with wanting the absolute best for your new pup

“Babe, do you REALLY want our son to have some basic and boring dog house for the backyard, or wouldn’t it be more fitting for him to have a MANSION like the king he is?” Grayson suggests, wagging his thick eyebrows at you.

You gently shove his side, rolling your eyes at his response. “Fine, Sledge and I will just MONITOR your progress by the pool.” You call back to the pup, watching him gallop towards you both, wagging his tail. Grayson moves towards the garage to bring all of the wood and materials needed for the project onto the grassy area next to the pool, arranging the pieces by length.

Sledge lays down in the grass next to your lounge chair as you sit down, tightening your lavender string bikini bottoms on your hips. Today was GORGEOUS, the sun shining and the heat not sweltering, allowing for the perfect day to tan while you watched Grayson work.

You decided to start by tanning your back, lying with your face propped on a towel in the foldout chair. Your hands hold your phone out, scrolling through Instagram as you soaked in the summer rays.

Grayson started his plans by sawing the boards to the perfect length, pulling a pair of safety goggles over the top of his tousled long locks. You eye him carefully from where you lay, watching as he handled the saw with ease, cutting the board to its perfect size before continuing on to the next piece. Your eyes linger on the curve of his back muscles squeezing through the black tank top that clung to his figure.

Sledge barked, pulling you from your daze, demanding attention beside you. You place the phone by your side, smiling down as you sit up slightly to provide your furbaby with the attention he craved. “Are you watching Daddy work? Well, so is MOMMY.” You coo, running your fingers through his soft fur.

A half hour goes by, Grayson diligently putting together the pieces of wood, sweat dripping from his hair down through his beard. You decide it’s a good time for a hydration break, Sledge following you back inside the kitchen where you grab two bottles of water along with a dish to pour some out for your pooch.

“Gray, how about you take a quick break?” You chirped, approaching him as he leaned over and inspected his work. You hand him one of the water bottles, opening the other and pouring half into the dog dish you set beside your feet, Sledge lapping happily at the bowl.

“How’s it looking so far, boss?” Grayson teased, standing back to let you inspect his work. You tilt your head from side to side, putting your fingers out as a ‘frame’, closing one eye and then the other. Grayson let out a laugh as he watched you pretend to inspect like a ‘real’ boss, a huge grin spreading on his face.

“I’d say it looks sturdy so far, keep up the good work, EMPLOYEE.” You place a kiss to his cheek, sauntering back over to your lounge chair, sitting down to let the rays tan the front of your body.

After a few minutes of lapping at the water bowl Sledge moves back over to you, rolling happily in the grass. Grayson feels sweat drenching his black tank top, a mixture of the heat of the sun and the work he was putting into his project. He grabs the hemline and tugs it off, tossing the sweaty material in the grass next to him.

You can’t help but stop and OGLE at him when he removes it, a sinful image playing out in your mind. Your eyes roam over his sculpted chest, remembering how it felt when you ran your hands up and down his abdomen. Your eyes move up to look at his hair, long locks sticking to his forehead as he continues his work on the dog house. Lastly, your eyes fixated on his hands, watching the veins protruding as he hammered nails into the wood, forming the outside walls of what would be Sledge’s humble abode. Grayson looked DELICIOUS, and you couldn’t help the way your stomach flip-flopped at the sight, his cerulean swim trunks clinging to his hips.

“Hey G-Gray, I’m gonna go inside, watch Sledge for me, please?” He nodded, eyes fixated on the task at hand. You took one last glance in his direction, taking a mental picture before pulling open the screen door and heading directly towards your shared bedroom. 

You needed relief after watching him work, he wasn’t even TRYING to seduce you and yet you still felt dampness between your thighs. You opened the bedroom door and shut it behind you. Your body stumbled forward, flopping back against the bed, shimmying out of your bikini bottoms, tossing them to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered closed, REWINDING the image of Grayson working outside in your head, the back of your lids acting as a screen for the projected image. Your delicate fingers slid down your chest to your core, circling around your bundle of nerves and letting out a soft moan. You pictured the way he tossed his shirt off, how the sweat GLISTENED on his skin, that perfect beard you refused to let him shave.

Fingers move lower, parting your folds and moving in and out of your core, arching your back against the bed. You continued pumping your fingers in and out, feeling that familiar buildup in your chest when you heard the bedroom door open, Grayson taking in the sight of you.

“What are you doing, babygirl?” He asked, arms crossing against his bare chest. Your eyes snap open, sitting up straight and pulling the blanket over you. As if he HADN’T seen what you were doing just moments ago.

“N-Nothing, I think I am just exhausted from the sun. I figured I needed to lay down and rest a bit.” You stuttered, a hand moving from below the blanket to scratch nervously through your locks.

Grayson’s eyes grew dark as he approached you on the bed, standing just at the edge of it and holding your gaze. “Babygirl, don’t LIE to me, you know I don’t like it when you lie.” He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at you, eyes still locked on yours. “Were you TOUCHING yourself?” He asked.

Your cheeks start to feel hot, a rosy blush spreading across them. “Y-Yes, I was. You just looked so good outside and I didn’t want to bother you while you were working so I came in here and-” Grayson holds out his hand, silencing you before you can finish your sentence.

“You’re forgetting the rules, babygirl, REMIND me what they are.” He questioned, his voice lowering an octave. Your bottom lip quivers, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. “N-No touching myself, only DADDY gets to touch me.” You whispered, your gaze darting to the bed to avoid his stare.

“Look at ME.” He demanded, his tone making your eyes snap up immediately. “Yes, only daddy gets to touch you, and what happens when we disobey, babygirl?” You swallow the lump in your throat, eyes going wide. 

“Y-You, you get PUNISHED.”

“Exactly.” He responds, two fingers beckoning you towards the edge of the bed. “Turn around, ass up.” You follow his instructions, crawling to the edge of the bed and turning around. Grayson’s fingers grab your neck, pushing your head down against the mattress. “You’re going to count to ten for me, if you stop counting we’ll start all OVER.”

The first smack across your ass made your pussy tighten, wincing slightly at the burn of his thick hand against your skin. “O-One.” You sputtered. 

“Good girl, keep counting.” He commands, sending another smack to your flesh.

“T-Two...three...four...five.” Tears are welling up in your eyes, a mix of both pleasure and pain through each strike to your tanned skin. You don’t want to falter though, you know it’ll be MUCH worse if you add more slaps to the count.

“S-six...seven...eight...nine...ten.” Tears are now flowing down your face, staining your cheeks in the light coat of mascara you had applied that morning. Grayson moves the pressure off your neck, letting out a deep breath.

“What a good GIRL, see, I knew you could be good for me.” He flexes his hand in a fist and then stretches it out over and over, relaxing the muscles as the sting starts to dissipate. “I think it’s time that I get a THANK YOU.” You know EXACTLY what he’s asking, turning around to face him, eyes level with the thick bulge in his shorts.

“Yes daddy.” Your fingers tug down the shorts, his thick cock springing free against his chest. You lick your lips before reaching up, taking his cock into your hand and SLOWLY stroking it. Your mouth parts, lips curling around the tip, sucking and licking before moving them lower and lower down the base.

His fingers move to grip your hair, a groan of delight leaving his lips. “That’s it baby, open your mouth, let me fuck that perfect mouth of yours.” You do as you’re told, relaxing your jaw and letting him slide further. Not only was he thick, but LONG, tears welling up as he pushed all the way in, your nose touching the skin right below his belly button. He uses your hair as his reins, bucking his hips in and out, a mixture of your spit DRIPPING from the sides of your lips down your chin and neck. Grayson keeps his eyes on you, watching you sputter around him, his teeth grinding together. 

“Fuck, so beautiful.” He pulls out abruptly, a string of saliva linking your mouth to his cock, and you feel utterly EMPTY. Grayson tilts your head up with his hand, ushering you to get up. “That’s enough, don’t want to cum in your mouth today, want to cum inside you.”

His hands push you back against the bed, untying the bikini top you still wore, revealing your bare breasts to him. His hand moves to grip his cock, rubbing the red and swollen tip against your folds, a dark smile on his face. “You are already SO wet, babygirl. Do you want me to fuck you?” You nod up at him but you know that’s not what he wants, he wants you to use your WORDS.

“Yes, Gray...I mean, daddy. Please fuck me, want to feel you cum inside me.” The words are satisfaction, the code that unlocks his motions as he pushes inside of you, working in slowly as your walls INSTINCTIVELY tighten around him, pulling him deeper. After a moment he bottoms out, holding himself there, looking down at you.

“So fucking tight, babygirl. Your cunt was MADE for me.” He moves his hips, pulling out almost completely before slamming himself back in, eliciting a whine from your throat. He continues at the same pace, pulling almost completely out and pushing back in fast, your voice becoming louder which each thrust.

“Gotta keep it down, you know Ethan is still sleeping. Wouldn’t want to wake him up. Or maybe you do, huh?” He asked, two of his fingers snaking between your breasts down to your clit, circling it. “Want Ethan to know that you’re a SLUT for my cock? How your daddy is the only one that can please you?”

You moan loudly, your voice hoarse from the way he fucked your throat earlier. “Yes daddy, I want EVERYONE to know I’m yours.” His hips slap into you over and over, fingers circling your clit with more pressure now. He can tell you’re close to coming, your walls clenching and unclenching him, your thighs shaking as his own hold you apart.

“Uh-uh, gotta ASK if you can cum babygirl, you know better.” Grayson’s free hand moves to your neck, wrapping around it JUST enough that your breathing gets harder, but not enough that you might pass out.

“Fuck, PLEASE daddy, want to cum on your cock, want to show you how good I can be.” You choked out, picturing the way his hands had moved around the wood and saw earlier that were now around your throat.

Grayson is pleased by your words, eyes focusing on your face and his fingers rubbing against you faster. “Yes, babygirl, CUM on my cock.” He can barely finish his sentence before your orgasm hits you, crying out loudly, tears flowing from your eyes with pleasure. He continues his movements, feeling your walls tightening around him and knowing he can’t hold on anymore. “Gonna cum, baby, gonna coat your walls with me, want you LEAKING my cum.” A groan of satisfaction leaves his lips, his cock pressed deep inside you as he spurts thick ropes of cum into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, closing them as you continue coming down from your high, his hand moving off of your neck so you can fully breathe. His hips stutter briefly, letting you milk his cock before he pulls out, noticing your dazed state.

“Hey...come back to me baby.” He whispered, moving to lay down next to you, placing gentle kisses all over your face. Your eyes FINALLY flutter open, a lazy smile on your lips. “Sorry about that, you really did just look so good I couldn’t help myself.” Grayson let out a deep chuckle, tugging you into his side, his fingers roaming up and down your back.

“Don’t apologize baby, next time just tell me and I’ll stop to USE you how you need to be used.” He glances at the door, hearing a whine from Sledge, pulling him back to reality. “Our SON wants you.”

You shake your head, looking up at him. “Nope, YOU can deal with him now, you fucked all of the energy out of me.”

Tagging my GRAYstans: @midnightf​ | @certainaesthetic​

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 66 ; Required Reading

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 4,909 Warnings: angst, multiple pov switches, cliffhanger at the end..?? A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 66 is here, and she’s on time! I had time while Baby was sleeping and after tidying the house to actually sit down and edit this chapter. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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To say that I was sleep deprived was an understatement. After getting home from Eichen last night, sleep never came to me. Not sure if it came for Stiles, but definitely not for me. We ended up going to our own rooms when we got home. I wasn't up for it, but wasn't gonna argue with him about it.

As I was tying my Converse laces, I heard a timid knock on my door. I got up from my bed and walked over to my door, opening it.

“Sorry,” he said, looking down.

“It's okay. Space is good sometimes,” I said, also looking down. “Why does this feel like a breakup?” I whispered.

Stiles lifted his head at the same time I did, my eyes filling with tears. I didn't want them to spill over because of fresh mascara and all.

“It's not,” he said, taking a couple of steps into my room, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “It's not. My mind is everywhere still. Ya'know, with Donovan and now the Dread Doctors.”

“I know,” I said, sniffling. I stepped out of his arms, turning to my vanity mirror. I sighed in relief when none of my mascara ran.

I heard chuckling behind me, so I turned to look at Stiles. “What's so funny?” “You're such a girl.”

“Hey. I just put a fresh coat on about two minutes before you knocked on that door, okay, buddy? I didn't want it to already get ruined.”

He smirked and tilted his head down, looking at his shoes once again.

I walked over to him, lifting his head up. “Hey. It's gonna be alright. Everything's gonna be alright.” I smiled a little and started singing that part in the song Three Little Birds by Bob Marley & The Wailers. “Every little thing is gonna be alright.” 

He chuckled again, tilting his head back down, so I lifted it back up. “Don't doubt that, alright?”

He nodded his head, casting his eyes down.

“Alright. Come here,” I said softly. I shifted my hand from his chin to his cheek, cupping it. I brought his lips down to mine, giving him the sweetest kiss I could muster, feeling him give it right back. 

We pulled apart, putting our foreheads against each other, eyes closed.

“I love you. So fucking much,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

~~~

We decided after our sweet moment at the house to go to the station. We wanted to try and help our dads with this case we've got going on. After we had gotten there, I needed to go get something from my dad's desk, so that's where I went for a few minutes.

Sheriff was putting an X on Tracy's picture when I walked back into his office and over to Stiles. “Chimeras,” Sheriff said. 

“Two dead Chimeras,” Stiles answered. 

“And eight new ones,” I added. 

“So, that's 10 in all.”

“We're thinking maybe 11,” Dad said. He pinned a picture of Donovan on the cork-board. I reached over and laced my fingers with Stiles', letting him know that I was there for him. He looked down at me as his dad spoke.

“Our station tech guys confirmed something for us... they said both the holding cell lock and cameras could've malfunctioned because of something electromagnetic,” Dad said.

Sheriff reached over and picked up the book that Malia had dropped off before we got there. “You said that, uh, these guys--”

“Dread Doctors,” I said.

“Are we really calling them that?” Sheriff and Dad asked.

“Again with the tag teaming,” I sighed. “So they broke Donovan out then?”

“It's how they got into Eichen, isn't it?” Sheriff asked.

I looked from Donovan's picture to Stiles then back to the picture. I squeezed his hand then let go, walking towards my dad and Sheriff, lawyer voice on now. “Donovan's a Chimera,” I breathed. 

“Yeah,” Sheriff said, putting the book back down.

“But... is he a failure like Lucas and Tracy?” Dad asked.

I felt Stiles walk away a few feet. I guess that part of my abilities was coming back. Looking at the picture of Donovan and knowing exactly what happened to him, I did the only thing that I could think of in order to protect my boyfriend. Lie. “If he is, he's probably dead.”

Dad grabbed the red marker Sheriff had previously used, getting ready to mark an X on Donovan's picture. I grabbed his wrist before he could. “Daddy, you're a Deputy. Shouldn’t you wait until you've seen a body to mark his picture?”

He smiled at me a little. “You're just like your mother.”

“Yes, she is,” Mom said, walking into the office.

I turned to look at Sheriff. “You should really start paying her, and us, for how much time we spend here.”

He chuckled and turned to face Stiles. “You're uncharacteristically quiet.”

Stiles turned around, facing us once again. I knew exactly what he was doing. Thinking about Donovan. “Yeah... Sorry, I'm, uh... I'm just trying to think about it. Uh...” He took a few steps towards the desk at the same time Mom did. “These are teenagers, right?”

“That's true,” Mom said. Lawyer game on. 

“So, now shouldn't we be trying to figure out why these teenagers?” 

I decided to back up his claim. “If the Dread Doctors, if they went through all that-- burying them, killing them, breaking one of them out of jail--”

“They couldn't have been chosen at random,” Sheriff said.

“They had to have something in common,” Dad added.

“Something that made them right for this experiment,” Mom said.

All five of us were on the right track. 

“Something that made them special,” Stiles said. 

~~~

Since we were at the station almost all day trying to help figure this case out, Stiles and I left to go to Scott's house, where we were having our very own book club. All of us gathered around the glass table in the center of the living room.

“My mom's book club usually has more wine,” Lydia said.

“You know they don't actually read books, right?” I sassed.

“You also know that Friday Night Lights is a TV Show, right?” Lydia sassed back.

We all shared a light chuckle. 

“Back to Natalie's book club, they also probably didn't read books that cause violent hallucinations,” Stiles said. We looked at each other, reaching over and lacing our fingers together.

“That's why Malia's here,” Scott said. 

“So none of us go running into traffic?” Kira asked.

“Or worse.”

“Like what happened to Judy,” Malia said. We all gave her a confused look. “Chapter 14.”

Lydia bent down and picked up the paper back cover of the book. “Maybe I should have my mother read it. She might remember a girl with a tail leaping off the ceiling and attacking everyone.”

“Yeah, if it works,” Stiles said.

“Wait, Tracy attacked your mom?” I asked.

“Yeah. You were at the hospital when it happened,” Lydia said.

I sighed. “Great. Last to know about that, as well,” I mumbled. Didn't go unnoticed by the Weres in the room. “Well, this has to work. It has to.”

“What does that mean?” Scott asked.

“I think I saw them during my surgery,” I said. I looked up at Stiles, seeing confusion and concern laced in his eyes. I looked back down at the book in Lydia's hands. “As I'm looking at the cover of the book... it's almost like...” “A memory trying to surface,” Theo said.

I looked at him, eyes narrowed a bit. “Yeah.”

“Isn't that what Valack wanted when he wrote it?” Kira asked.

Malia nodded as I responded, “If they did something to me, I wanna know what the hell it is.” I picked up one of the stacks and walked over to the couch, sitting down on it. I flipped the front and back page over as Stiles sat down in front of me on the floor. Reaching forward, I put my hand through his hair, gently scratching at the back of his head while I read the first few pages.

Page after page after page we all read. My eyes were getting tired, which was weird for me. Normally, I could read around 80 pages before Stiles would have to take my book away, and my eyes would not get tired. I was blinking every two seconds, what seemed like, trying to get my vision back to where I wanted it. It felt like the words were running together in my mind.

“Anyone feel anything yet?” Scott asked.

“Tired,” Kira said, drowsiness laced in her voice.

“Hungry,” Lydia said.

“I think he meant the book,” Theo said.

I sighed and placed my stack down on the side table. Leaning forward, I put my hands on Stiles' shoulders. “I'm gonna go make some coffee. I think we all need it,” I said. Chuckles were heard around the room as I stepped over Stiles' long gazelle legs. 

After walking into the kitchen and successfully making a nice batch of coffee, I grabbed all the mugs that I could find for the seven of us. I heard someone sit down, so I looked up, seeing that it was Stiles.

I smirked while looking at the mug I was pouring coffee into. “Need some coffee?”

“I was hoping I'd get a kiss,” he said, softly. 

I chuckled and put the pot down, walking over to him and placing my lips on his as softly as I could.

We pulled apart so that I could go get my own cup and his.

I turned back around, seeing him rubbing his shoulder. I saw Malia and Theo looking at us from the living room. Looking back at Stiles, I gave him a look that said act stupid.

“What did you do to your shoulder?” I asked.

He looked at me from his stare down with the counter. “What are you talking about?”

“You've been rubbing at your shoulder for days now. What happened?”

“Jeep died on me again. I went to check the engine, and the hood fell on it.”

“That's... weird. I've helped you with the hood before. Didn't know it could fall like that after gently being placed on the windshield.”

“Wind must've caught it. Come here,” he said, motioning for me to come over to him... so, I did. Naturally.

As I sat sideways on his lap, he put his hands on my waist and thighs, keeping me from falling off.

“How much do you remember anyway?” he asked. I knew he was asking about my surgery. “With your surgery. Was it like a movie playing in your head or were you in it?”

“In it,” I shrugged, looking down at my hands.

“Nothing else?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. Just saw them right before the anesthesia kicked in and knocked me out.”

I looked behind Stiles' head, seeing Theo turn his head away from his hearing position... ya'know, with his ear facing Stiles and I.

I looked back at Stiles as he lightly tapped my leg. 

“You're gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay,” he said.

I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I hope so.”

I'm not sure how much time had passed since Stiles and I sat back down in our spots, but almost all of us were passed out from reading.

Lydia was passed out in the chair, Stiles and I on the couch, Scott leaned against the couch with a pillow against my legs, Kira had gone up to Scott's room to lay down on his bed, and Theo in the other chair... or at least I assumed he was.

~~~

When I woke up the next morning, Stiles and I had somewhat got into a different position... this one involved me laying on him with my legs between his. He had his arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. Scott wasn't leaning against the couch, and Lydia wasn't in the chair anymore... neither was Theo.

I popped my head up at hearing footsteps. Scott's. We locked eyes for a minute before I shifted mine to Kira behind him.

“I gotta take Kira home so she can get ready for school. Lock up when you guys leave,” Scott said.

I nodded. “See you at school.”

Him and Kira walked out as I looked down at Stiles. I smiled a little and pressed my lips against his. 

It took him a second to respond, but he kissed me back. His noise of protest caused me to chuckle as I pulled away.

“Nooooooo. Come back,” he whined, voice laced with sleep. The most sexiest sound I think I'll ever hear.

“We gotta go home to get ready for school,” I said.

He sighed and finally opened his eyes. “Fine.”

We got up, walked out of the door, locked up, then finally to the Jeep. His hand was laced with mine the entire ride home.

After we got home and changed for the day, I sprayed myself with some body mist and walked out my room, Stiles doing the same not two seconds later. We walked out of the house and got back into the Jeep, him driving us to school.

We met Scott and Kira at the front of the school, walking through the doors.

“What if we need some kind of trigger?” Scott asked. “Wasn't Malia driving when she remembered the crash?”

“Yeah, but how are we supposed to trigger a memory that we don't remember?” Stiles asked, him and I looking at Scott.

“Maybe it's a delayed thing,” Scott said. “Maybe you have to wait a couple of hours to see what happens.”

The lights flickering above our heads caused us to look up and stop in our tracks, stopping after a couple of seconds. I looked over at Kira, which caused the boys to do the same.

She looked at all of us before stating, “That wasn't me. I swear.”

“We keep an eye on each other today, okay?” Scott said.

“Yes, and keep an eye out for eight other potentially homicidal Chimeras,” Stiles said. He reached over and grabbed my hand.

“And keep an eye out for the Dread Doctors,” Kira added.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand break,” I said.

Kira and Scott chuckled at me as they walked to class, leaving Stiles and I standing in the hall by ourselves.

“Starting to see the appeal of a third eye,” he said.

“Wanna say that louder for the people upstairs?” I sassed.

He gave me an unimpressed face that didn't last long. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, almost dragging me down the hall afterwards to walk me to class. We kissed once again before I walked in my AP Bio class.

Mrs. Finch got right to the assignment as the last bell rang. “Emma, good to have you back in class.”

I nodded once at her, not really liking that she put me on blast like that.

“So while introducing the African Cane Toad, sounded like a good way to deal with Australia's infestation of the grey-backed beetle, unfortunately, the toad also decided to eat everything else in sight.”

I looked at Lydia as she discreetly sent Theo a text. I didn't get a chance to read it. I was too focused on the assignment at hand.

“And everything that tried to eat the toad, from crocodiles to household pets, quickly died from the poison they secreted. A perfect example of an invasive species. One-hundred and two toads introduced in 1935 became 1.5 billion by 2010. Once an invasive species is introduced, everything changes.”

I watched as Sydney got up and placed a form on Mrs. Finch's desk. 

“Wise decision, Sydney,” Mrs. Finch said.

Wow. What a bitch...

Lydia got up as Sydney walked out.

“Lydia, you know it's for the best,” Mrs. Finch said. Lydia walked out without saying a word. 

I looked over at Scott and Kira as they looked at each other. Scott then looked over at me, giving me a questioning look. I shrugged, not knowing what was going on.

Something moving near the tree line caught my attention. I got up without saying a word, walked out of the classroom and down the hall. I didn't register Scott, Kira, nor Mrs. Finch calling my name. I walked out of the school and straight to the tree line. For some reason, I decided that following a pair of Alpha eyes was the way to spend my day.

The moment that I stepped into the tree line, the sun vanished and the moon was out. I was all alone, nothing but trees surrounding me. When I got out about halfway into the woods, I turned around, trying to find my way back home, but couldn't make out which way I had come and which way to go.

I was starting to get terrified. My breathing was getting heavier, my hands were starting to shake. Hearing leaves rustling and voices calling my name, I turned my head in that direction. When I turned back to face the way I previously was, I saw a pair of icy Blue eyes to my left, and to my right were those same Alpha Reds I had seen just a few years prior, along with the same coyote growling I had heard. 

My breathing got so heavy, I did the only thing I wanted to do. Scream. So that's what I did. Not my Banshee scream, but my normal, terrified scream. 

The feeling of being lifted from my feet caused me to scream even louder. I thrashed in the person's arms, not caring about who it was.

“Emma! It's me!” the voice said.

I hadn't realized that I was crying before I opened my eyes, seeing that the voice I knew so well belonged to the boy that was like my brother.

“You're okay,” Scott said, pulling my head to rest on his chest. “You're gonna be okay.”

I let out a sob, not caring if anyone else was around us. 

I cried for about 30 seconds before I felt a hand on my knee. Opening my eyes, I saw that the person was Theo. Picking up my head to look at Scott, I sniffled, “I'm fine.”

“You saw something, didn't you?” Theo asked.

I shook my head, tears gathering in my eyes. “Not about the Dread Doctors. Nothing about them or the surgery.”

“What was it?” Scott asked as he and Theo helped me to stand.

“That second night in the woods. Freshman year,” I said. All I wanted in that moment was for Stiles to hold me like he did that night.

“Emma? Emma?” Like an answer to my prayers, Stiles' voice came through the woods.

“Stiles!” I said. Scott backed away, revealing us to each other. 

Stiles visibly let out a relieved sigh, quickly making his way over to me. He scooped me into his arms, holding me tight against him. A few tears fell down my cheeks, neither of us caring. He let go, but only for a second, to pick me up, bridal style.

“We gotta get back to class,” Scott said. “Keep us posted.”

I felt Stiles nod and press his head against mine. “You alright? What happened?”

“I'm fine,” I said, holding onto him a little bit tighter.

“What is a vision? A memory?” he asked.

I sighed and nodded my head. “Like I said, I'll tell you later.” I started coughing, almost like I couldn't breathe. It lasted for about 30 seconds before I could breathe again. “Get me out of here. Out of the woods, school. Away from this area.”

“Alright, beautiful.”

~~~

Stiles ended up taking me home... so that I could get my keys. “I'm driving.”

He didn't say anything, just followed me out to my own Jeep. I drove straight to the hospital. 

“Baby, why are we here?” Stiles asked.

“I want more answers,” I said as we got out.

“Okay, then why are we here if you've already had your suppressed memory?”

I walked over to him, lacing my fingers with his. “According to Lydia, it wasn't the right memory. I remembered my second night in the woods, the night you practically saved me. There was nothing to do with the surgery, nothing to do with the Dread Doctors. So, if I've read the book, why don't I have the full memory of my experience with them?”

“I'm not supposed to know that, am I?” he asked, a hint of sarcasm laced in his tone.

“Babe, not the time to use sarcasm,” I said, stopping my steps. “No, something... happened during the surgery, but now Lydia thinks it has more to do with me being a were-banshee.”

Stiles almost looked like he wasn't following.

“It's not my memory, babe. It's someone else's.”

~~~

Stiles and I walked into the room where I had my surgery. Noticing the lights were off, I looked at him, asking, “Can you turn the lights on, babe?”

“Uh,” he mumbled, turning around. Seeing the light switches behind me, he walked over and flipped the switch. 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand nothing. Great. 

“Uh, not going on,” he said.

“Yes, I'm aware. Thank you,” I sassed. He gave me an unamused look, to which I sighed at. “Ask someone, babe.”

“Okay, I thought this was more of an auditory thing.”

“I still wanna see what I'm hearing.” I started to walk around slowly at this point, looking around.

“Make sense,” he said, before walking out.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

After leaving Emma alone in the operating room, Stiles went in search of someone to ask about the lights not coming on in the room when he ran into Melissa.

“Hey, Melissa,” Stiles said. “What's going on in the operating room?”

“We've been having issues for the last hour,” Melissa said. “Maintenance is coming to check it out. For now, that floor is down to back-up lighting.” She picked up a patient folder out of its holder from outside a room. She turned to Stiles to ask her next question. “I thought you said this was more of a hearing thing.”

“Auditory, yeah,” Stiles said, trying to correct the nurse standing in front of him.

“Yeah,” she said, tone saying it's the same exact thing. She walked away to go back to her job.

“It's also an Emma thing,” he said before walking off to the elevators. He stepped in and hit the button for his desired floor. When the doors closed, he noticed a figure standing in the back left corner of the elevator. Confused, he turned his head to the side, not knowing who this woman was.

She walked out as the doors slid open, Stiles watching her. He walked after her, coming to the realization of who this woman is.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Not long after Stiles had left, I started hearing noises. Beeping noises, like the heart machine. I looked over at it, interest piqued, and started walking towards it. I leaned in close and put my hands on it, hearing indistinct whispering. I put my ear up to the screen, hearing that same voice whispering one name. Hayden.

I picked up a few cords that they put on you when you're either emitted or going into surgery, and what I saw terrified me. The Dread Doctors and a kid I've seen around school. 

“Please,” the kid said. “Please, don't hurt me. Please. Please, don't hurt me.”

What I saw next grossed me out, but I was too caught up in what I was seeing to react. The Dread Doctors pulled back some of the kid's skin at his left ribs, revealing what I could only describe as glowing blue light. 

“Your condition worsens,” The Surgeon said.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Stiles continued to follow the woman down the hall, finally realizing who she was as she turned a corner. “Mom.”

He followed her to the roof, where she was standing on the edge. “Mom?” he asked. He walked towards her asking, “Mom, what are you doing?”

Sheriff walked right by Stiles to get to his wife. “Claudia.” 

Stiles just watched as his father walked towards his mother, and climbed up to where she was standing on the roof as she turned around.

“What are you doing up there?” Sheriff asked.

“I couldn't stand to be in that room anymore,” Claudia said. She started to climb down from where she was standing. “Not with both of them looking at me like that.”

Stiles looked down at his hand as he felt someone grab onto it. Looking up at the culprit, her eyes were full of tears as they looked at each other. She nodded her head, letting him know that she was seeing it, too.

“Claudia,” Sheriff tried.

“They're trying to kill me,” Claudia breathed.

A tear slipped down Emma's cheek at what she was seeing, remembering. 

“I don't care if you don't believe me, but they are. They're trying to kill me.”

Emma and Stiles watched as Sheriff held out his hand to Claudia, offering to help her down, her softly crying. Emma's grip on Stiles tightened, to which he returned as another tear slipped down her cheek.

“No,” Sheriff said. “That's not true. Come on down.”

Claudia walked towards the ledge with help of her husband, who then lifted her off the edge down his level. Sheriff wrapped his wife in a hug, sighing. “You have to remind yourself. It's the disease.”

Emma looked up at Stiles as a tear fell from his waterline.

“Remember what the dementia does?” Sheriff asked. “It gives you delusions.”

Stiles looked down at Emma, who was already looking at him. He let go of her hand, putting his arm around her shoulders. 

“It makes you think that people are out to get you--”

“You don't see the way they look at me,” Claudia interrupted.

“Claudia, they're 10 years old,” Sheriff said.

She started crying a little bit harder. “He's trying to kill me.” She looked over at Stiles and Emma. “And she's putting it into his head.”

The two teenagers looked down at the ground, realizing that they're seeing their shadows, but as the ten year old's Sheriff mentioned not ten seconds earlier.

“Stop it,” Claudia said. “Stop looking at me like that. Stop it!”

Stiles pushed Emma behind him, trying to protect her like he always did. 

Claudia fought against Sheriff, getting out of his grasp, running at the teens, yelling, “Stop looking at me!”

“Mom-- what are you do--” Stiles stammered as his mom hit him on his arms, repeatedly. “Mom--”

Emma moved out of the way so as to not be trampled by her boyfriend as he fell down to the ground.

“Claudia! Stop!” Emma tried, but it went on deaf ears as she continued to slap at Stiles.

Emma was the first to start coming out of the shared memory, seeing the same kid she'd seen before on top of Stiles, hissing at him. She screamed as she fell to the ground, feeling a sense of electric shock come through her, as well as not being able to breathe, almost like she was having an asthma attack. 

She couldn't see what was going on, just hearing grunts and fighting going on.

Meanwhile as Emma was laying in an unknown pain, Stiles was getting slashed at by whatever supernatural was attacking him.

Theo jumped in, grabbing the kid's wrist and growling at him, trying to get him to stop. He did so by pushing him hard, sending him flying across the roof. Sparks flew as Theo  jumped in front of him. Theo blocked a swing from the kid, hitting his other arm before grabbing both arms, kneeing him in the side. Theo then twisted the kid around by his arms, letting go to let the kid spin in the air a little before landing on his back. 

Theo went to grab his hands, but the kid kicked him back before getting up. Theo lurched towards the kid, wanting to fight back, but the kid pushed Theo up against the chain link fence that was to the side of them, sparks flying from inside.

The Kid knocked Theo's right leg from under him, sending him down to the ground. He stepped on Theo's wrist, causing him to let out a cry in pain.

Emma still laid on the ground, wheezing and gasping for air, knowing instantly that it was Scott. She then took a deep intake of breath, coughing to get her breathing back to normal. Sitting up to see what was going on more clearly, she saw Theo toss the kid to the ground.

The Kid stood back up, trying to swing at Theo again, who blocked him... yet again. Grabbing his arm, Theo twisted the Kid's arm back, breaking his bones before grabbing his throat. 

Emma looked away as the urge to scream hit her like a bus. She heard everything; Theo ripping out the Kid's throat and the blood splattering to the ground. She stood as she heard someone whisper her name.

Her and Stiles ran at each other, meeting in the middle in a tight embrace. With their arms still around each other, they turned to look at Theo.

“Stiles... Emma...” Theo said. “You can't say anything. Please, don't say anything.”

Stiles and Emma looked up at Theo as he quickly looked from them to the Kid then back to them. 

“Why not?” Stiles asked.

“Because I never said anything about Donovan.”

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Posted on January 14, 2021

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Stood Up Part 2

Requested: hey, I was wondering you could write a stile stilinski fic where 5 years earlier he leaves the reader at the altar and comes back five years later and turns out they have a kid

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader        

Part 1

Third Person POV

Standing on (y/n)’s porch Stiles couldn’t help rock on his heels, his eyes meeting hers for the first time in five years. He hadn’t felt too bad for leaving her at the altar, in fact he hadn’t felt too bad until learning of his daughter. His fiancé giving him hell for the past three days. Stiles’ eyes shifted down to their intertwined hands. “How long has this been going on?” Stiles huffed before running his hand over his mouth, he had no right to be angry, but Scott had been his best friend for years and the betrayal Stiles felt was running through his veins. Scott rolled his eyes, his hand moving away from hers, she instantly felt the calmness in her disappear. 

“You don’t get to ask the questions Stiles.” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t low either. She was going to stand her ground and if she cried, she knew Scott was there to calm her down. She moved aside, Scott following her before she nodded towards her kitchen causing Stiles to roll his eyes, his hands moving out of his pockets as he made his way towards the couch. He sat in the middle of the three-seater couch as her and Scott sat in the loveseat couch, their arms touching but neither of them making an effort to move away from each other. Stiles looked at the coffee table, photos of his daughter surrounding it, he quickly took a picture frame into his hands, his eyes focusing on his daughter. “She looks just like you, I know.” Her voice was steady, for now. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” Stiles looked up from the picture to (y/n) who huffed out, her lips forming a sarcastic smile. 

“Why did you leave me?” She retreated, not bothering to answer any of his questions, he had no right to be asking questions about her, not after he left her. “Why did you just run, you could have talked to me, you could have told me you didn’t want to marry me, you could’ve been a man about it.” Scott’s hand moved to her back, his index finger rubbing small circles on her lower back, he was trying to keep her at bay. 

“I just felt like we were rushing into it.” He shrugged before his eyes looked to his lap before his hands connected with each other, his thumbs going in circles around each other, 

“Rushing into it?” She laughed, throwing her head back. “We dated for six fucking years Stiles. Six.” Her lips closed into a thin line. “If you didn’t want to rush into things you should have proposed, you shouldn’t have planned a whole wedding with me. You left me at the altar. Do you know how hard it was for me? I ended up at the hospital that night after passing out from crying and hyperventilating over you.” She hissed out of her mouth. “That’s when I found out about her. The first couple of months were hard for me, not only did I have to live with the pain that you caused but I had to live with a baby growing inside of me. If it wasn’t for Lydia, Malia and Scott I don’t think she would have been born.” Scott’s finger had stopped moving, the small remark making his heart stop. “I hate you so much. You didn’t even give me a god damn explanation, you just fucking left me, you’re a coward. How long have you known your ‘Fiancé’?” Her fingers making the air quotes. 

“Two years.” He answered honestly, gulping before looking at her. He hadn’t really paid attention to her until now, her face was a lot thinner than the last time he saw her. 

“Yet you’re not rushing that, are you?” She huffed turning to Scott who gave her a small smile, he was proud of her, she could be a hot head but she was doing good so far. 

“I was twenty, I had only ever been with you. I wanted to explore alright, I wanted to live my life before being tied down to the first girlfriend I ever had.” It was a big blow to (y/n), sure it had been five years and she was over Stiles but hearing that only made her heart break once more. Stiles noticed, sighing before rolling his hands into fists. “I only realized that the day of, I loved you, I did, I just couldn’t let myself be with you for the rest of my life, not without knowing what else was out there.” 

“Fuck you.” (Y/N) spat causing Scott’s hand to rest on her knee. “I had only been with you my entire life and I was prepared to live the rest of my life with you. I loved you Stiles, I would have done everything for you.” Tears built in her eyes, she promised herself she wasn’t going to cry but it was hard when her heart was breaking all over again. “Fuck you, you weren’t ready to be tied down to me, the girl you’ve had known for most of your life but you’re ready now that you’ve only known the girl for two years.” She shook her head.

“Look, I love her alright, she changed me for the better. Just because I wasn’t ready to be with you doesn’t mean I'm not ready to be with her for the rest of my life. She’s carrying my child, she’s my future.” His hand messed with his chin. 

“Yeah and (y/n) was carrying your child too but where were you then?” Scott’s voice rose, shocking both (y/n) and Stiles. Turns out, he wasn’t done letting his anger out. Stiles looked at his former best friend, eyebrows scrunching together. “You fucked up Stiles.” Scott’s eyes looked at (y/n), her eyes looking at her lap as she tried her best not to cry. 

“I used to think I couldn’t live my life without you Stiles, and for the first couple months I believed I couldn’t. You left me, alone and pregnant, but I guess I should thank you for Lilly, because without her, my life would mean nothing.” Her voice was low, too low for Scott’s liking.

“I want to meet her.” Stiles whispered. 

“No.” (Y/N) whispered back, her nails digging into the palm of her hands, she’d been trying to stay calm but her anger was wearing thin. 

“She’s my daughter, I have rights.” Stiles looked at (y/n), he didn’t know how he once loved her so damn much, she was stubborn as hell and he was blinded by love to see how toxic she was for him, at least, that’s what he thought. 

“You have no right. Your name isn’t on the birth certificate, you’re not her father, not legally, and not emotionally. You’re not meeting MY daughter.” Her voice rose when she claimed her daughter. 

“But I am biologically, aren’t I?” He asked, leaning forward, his forearms on his thighs. 

“Fuck you, you haven’t been her father for five years, you’re not about to start either.” (Y/N) stood up, turning her back on Stiles and Scott. “I need you to go, I don’t ever want to see you again, leave Beacon Hills again, for all I care. Me and Lilly were fine without you and we will continue to be fine without you.” Stiles stood up, his feet moving quickly to move towards her, his chest too close to her back. 

“You kept her from me, even had my dad hide her from me, you don’t think I'm actually going to let you keep her from me now, do you?” His voice was a whisper that traveled through her right ear, Scott standing almost immediately when he saw (y/n) push Stiles away from her. 

“She’s my fucking daughter. I gave birth to her, I raised her, I did everything for her without your fucking help, you don’t get to come back and think I'm going to worship the floor you walk on.” Her voice was high, Scott’s arm holding her back by the waist. “I gave you everything I had.” She sobbed, her body leaning against Scott’s. “And you fucking left me on the day that was supposed to be the best day of my life. You didn’t even bother to call and say sorry.” She sobbed once more, Scott’s eyes closing as he sighed, this is what she needed, she needed to get all her feelings out but it was getting hard for him to see her so torn once more. “You didn’t even say goodbye.” Her voice cracked causing Scott to turn her around, shoving her face against his chest as she clung to his shirt. Scott’s eyes met Stiles’, sadness filled Scott’s eyes as Stiles held nothing, no emotion. 

“I think you should go.” Scott spoke, his voice was low, scared that the crying girl in his arms was going to break even further. 

“This doesn’t concern you.” Stiles spoke, his arms crossing over his chest. “In fact, I remember you being the one to tell me to back out, you encouraged me to walk away from her so many times, now I see why, you’re in love with her.” Stiles’ jaw clenched, he didn’t love (y/n), not anymore but the fact that his best friend had been in love with her the entire time he had been with her angered him somehow. 

“Of course, I am, I'd be a dumbass not to be in love with her.” Scott admitted. “Go Stiles, don’t come back.” A jingle of keys made their eyes snap to the door, Lydia’s voice traveling into the home as she opened the house, her hand connected with the small girl everyone had just been talking about. 

“So, remember, look both ways, always.” Lydia spoke closing the door behind her, she hadn’t seen the three bodies standing in the living room. 

“Oh, fuck.” Stiles whispered out as his eyes connected to Lilly, she hadn’t seen him, all she saw was her mother and Scott. 

“Uncle Scott!” She yelled before running to Scott, her arms wrapping around him before she looked at her mother, tears running down her face as her face paled. Stiles watching as Lilly pouted, the same pout he used to do. He was mesmerized. “Mommy, why are you crying?” Her voice was sad, tears already forming in her own eyes, she hated to see her mother upset. Stiles gulped, moving to the side to see her face just a bit more, bumping into the coffee table before dropping some picture frames on the floor catching Lilly’s attention. Her eyes met his, their identical brown eyes meeting for the first time. “Who are you?” Her voice spoke as her hands went up to catch Scott’s and her mothers.

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[derangedangel]

Halloween Endgame - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: The pack decides to dress up as the Scooby-Doo gang for Halloween with you as Velma and Stiles as Shaggy, but the rest of the pack notice something is going on between the two of you. 

Word Count: 1,581 

Author’s Note: Let’s get freaking spooky! If Stiles Stilinski as Shaggy hasn’t been done yet, it’s a shame. 

Last year Stiles was worried about the pack staying together during College. Over time, he learned to live with the distance. Just because you all were separated, didn’t make you any less friends than before. Plus with Lydia at Stanford and Scott at UC Davis, you all could find time to see each other. You and Stiles manged to see each other a lot more than the others because you both attended UCLA.

The two of you spent Monday nights studying in the library, Wednesday afternoons in the student union, and Friday nights picking Netflix shows to binge in Stiles’ dorm. It wasn’t long before your friendship began to develop into something more, but the both of you were hesitant to tell your friends. The relationship was still new and neither of you wanted to add the pressure of the pack knowing.

For Halloween, you all planned to meet up and spend the weekend together. You all agreed it would make the most sense for Scott and Lydia to come to you and Stiles. Liam felt left out when you told him the others were coming for a visit, making you feel bad. You invited him to come down thinking his parents wouldn’t even allow it, but he convinced them it was so he could see what the college was like. Mason couldn’t tag along because he already had plans with Corey. And Malia was still in Paris living her best life with those French men she kept talking about over the summer.

When Liam said he could come, you came up with the perfect idea for a group costume.

“Scooby-Doo?”

“It’s perfect, Stiles,” you said excited, your face lighting up. “Lydia’s got the red hair and the beauty for Daphne, Scott is our Alpha like Freddy, you’re tall and lanky with brown hair like Shaggy, and Liam’s like a puppy, so he’d be a great Scooby.”

“And what about you? You’d be Velma, right,” Stiles asked from next to you at your usual table in the student union.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “only cause she’s the last one left, but hey, it works out since there’s five of us.”

“Hey,” he said elbowing you, “you’ve got Velma’s brains,” Stiles tried to reason.

“We all know Lydia’s the smart one,” you said absentmindedly as you scrolled on your phone.

“You got into UCLA, Y/N. They don’t let just anyone in here.”

Your only response was your mouth twisting up briefly.

“I know,” Stiles said scooting closer to you, the sound of his chair sliding across the union floor making a loud screeching noise. “You just want to be Velma because her and Shaggy are together.” Your lips turned upwards and you rolled your eyes. “Y/N, if you wanted to do a couples costume, all you had to do was ask.”

You laughed then said, “Shaggy and Velma aren’t canon. That wouldn’t be a couple’s costume.”

Stiles threw his arm over your shoulder. “But we all know Shaggy and Velma end up together. It’s a friends to lovers trope.”

Your eyebrows raised up. “Someone’s been listening to me talk about my writing class.”

“Great listener! Add that to the list of things that make me an incredible boyfriend,” Stiles said grinning.

“Well just make sure this incredible boyfriend,” you said while grabbing Stiles chin and shaking his head, “doesn’t mention that he’s my boyfriend when our friends come.”

“I know, I know,” Stiles replied as you let go of his chin. “We both decided it would be better if they didn’t know right now. But if I get caught ogling my hot girlfriend and they start asking questions, I won’t lie.”

You giggled while you shook your head. “Then keep your eyes in your head Shaggy.”

Stiles raised his hands in defense. “I make no promises.”

                              ____________________________________

Stiles, Lydia, and you pregamed in your dorm before you went out. Scott thought at least one of you should be sober so someone would be responsible in the group. Even though Scott and Liam couldn’t get drunk without the help of some wolfsbane, you personally told Liam’s parents you would keep him out of trouble, so you forbid him from drinking anything. 

Early 2000′s Britney Spears blasted from you speakers as you painted a dog nose over Liam’s nose. Lydia was in the mirror touching up her makeup. Meanwhile, Scott was trying to convince Stiles he shouldn’t take another shot before you guys went out.

“Maybe you should slow down on the shots Stiles,” Scott said loosening his orange ascot around his neck. 

“I’ve learned to handle my liquor a little better since being in college Scotty, I’m not a light weight anymore.” Stiles brought the shot glass to his lips and tossed his head back. “Ahh,” he cried as the clear liquid burned his throat. 

Stiles watched you as you finished up Liam’s dog nose. He squinted a little annoyed at how happy Liam looked staring up at you in the chair. Everyone in the pack knew Liam always had a little crush on you. 

“Maybe we should get Liam a doggy bowl for some water. He’s looking a little thirsty,” Stiles mumbled more to himself than to Scott. 

“What,” Scott said turning to look at Liam smiling up at you. “Oh, he’s still like a puppy around Y/N,” he said with a chuckle. “It went away when he started dating Hayden, but since she moved away I guess his crush is back.”

After Liam’s dog nose was finished, he walked over to Scott and Stiles. Lydia began helping you get your Velma wig on so all of you could head out. 

Stiles looked over and watched you get ready in the mirror. Scott and Liam were talking and Stiles was completely zoned out staring at you.

“Stiles,” Scott shouted slapping Stiles on the back. 

“Huh, what,” Stiles said as he jumped becoming aware of his friends around him. 

“We were asking you about getting something to eat before the party,” Scott said.

“But you were too busy staring at Y/N,” Liam said suspiciously as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I was just admiring her Velma costume,” Stiles said shifting from one foot to the other. “I don’t remember Velma being that hot in the cartoon, ya know,” he said trying to laugh it off but being serious. 

“Yeah...,” Liam said not buying what Stiles was saying.

                             ____________________________________

Stiles’ hands rested on your hips while yours grabbed his arms as you both laughed uncontrollably. The two of you always had a good time together, but the combination of the Halloween party and the alcohol was intensifying things.

Scott, Lydia, and Liam watched the two of you together trying to figure out what was going on.

“Those two have gotten real close since being here,” Liam said squinting his eyes over at you.

“They’ve always been close. They’re just drunk,” Scott said defending you two.

“That’s not it,” Lydia said as she fiddled with her ascot. “Those two aren’t telling us something.”

“If there was something to tell, they would tell us,” Scott said.

“Oh come on Scott,” Lydia said. “I know you see it too. He’s your best friend.”

Scott thought about it for a second. “He did say something earlier that made me think something was going on, but it’s Stiles. If him and Y/N were together, he would tell me.”

Lydia hummed as she twirled her ascot around her manicured finger. Some guy asked her to dance, and as soon the song was over, she quickly came back over to the boys. Liam and Scott were bopping up and down the pop rock song the DJ played next. 

“I think they just answered our ‘what’s-going-on-between-Y/N-and-Stiles’ question,” Lydia said pointing over to the two of you. Scott and Liam turned around and witnessed the two of you playing tonsil hockey on the dance floor. Scott’s mouth dropped to the floor and Liam’s face scrunched up in disgust. 

Your eyes grew wide before you pushed Stiles away. He tried to pull you close again, his eyes still closed as he puckered his lips. You laughed while you tried to keep him at arms distance. “Stiles! We’re not supposed to be kissing right now remember.” 

Stiles opened his eyes and looked around. “Well I don’t think it matters anymore.” 

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. “Why not?” 

“Because our friends are watching us,” Stiles said nodding his head in their direction. You turned and looked at them, Lydia giving a dainty wave to the two of you.

 “Oh my God,” you said giggling. 

“Since they know now, we might as well get back to our previously schedule program.” 

“And what program was that,” you replied smiling up at your boyfriend. Stiles pulled you closer to him.

“That episode of Scooby-Doo where Velma and Shaggy finally come clean about their relationship and tell the gang.” 

You turned your head to the side and pretended to think. “Ginkies, I don’t think I remember that episode.” 

“Zioks! Well let me remind you,” Stiles said before leaning down and reconnecting your lips. You started laughing uncontrollably mid kiss and Stiles pulled away smiling at you.“Is my kissing that horrible?” 

“No,” you said shaking your head while you laughed. “It’s just the way you said Zoinks and the whole Shaggy get up makes me really feel like I’m kissing Shaggy.” 

Stiles let you finish your laughing fit before he spoke. “So, does this mean Shaggy and Velma are canon now?”

You reached up and pushed his hair back gazing into his brown eyes. “Canon. OTP. Endgame. Baby, we are everything.” 

[thedailyimagines]

December Special: Isaac Lahey

Anon requested: “Can you do an imagine with the song Your Love by Nicki Minaj and isaac lahey x male reader please?”

I don’t own the above gif, all credits go to the owner.

~~~~~~~~

Shawty I'm a only tell you this once,

You the illest (bah ba bah bah oh)

And for your lovin' I'm a Die Hard like Bruce Willis (bah ba bah bah oh)

You got spark, you, you got spunk

You, you got something all the girls want

You're like a candy store

And I'm a toddler

You got me wantin' more and mo mo more and

Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love

.

Isaac swung a fist at Derek, who blocked it and grabbed his arm. Next thing the beta knew, he was flipped on his back and pinned to the ground.

“Derek three, Isaac one half!” Derek offered a hand to Isaac, who took it and glared at his annoying peer.

“Shut up Stilinski. Why don’t you try getting down here and fighting?” Stiles grinned and hopped down from his perch.

“Because I am smart enough to know that I’m a nerd, not a fighter.” A glance towards where Lydia and Malia were talking, and he grinned wider. “Besides, your boyfriend is headed over here now.”

.

He the type to pop tags and be cockin' the brim Might breeze through the Ave, might stop at the gym

And he keep a du rag, keep the wave on swim Wa' waves on swim so they hate on him

Anyway I think I met him sometime before

In a different life or where I record

I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve

But my vision ends with the apple on the tree 'S' on my chest cause I'm ready to save him

Ready to get buck on anybody that plays him And I think I love 'em, I love 'em, jus' like I raised him

When he call me momma, lil' momma, I call him baby

.

Y/n approached the trio. Giving Stiles a wave and a nod to Derek, he approached Isaac and planted a kiss on his cheek, frowning at a bruise that was quickly fading. Isaac shrugged it off. It would be gone soon, one of the perks of being a werewolf.

“Me, Lydia, and Malia were thinking of headed out for a bite to eat, did you want me to grab you something or are you good?” Shaking his head, Isaac tucked a loose strand of hair behind y/n’s ear.

“I think I’ll stay here. Will I see you later?” Y/n smiled and nodded.

“You will. Just make sure to call before so my dad doesn’t freak out or anything.” With a kiss (and ignoring Stiles’ fake gagging), Isaac let y/n return to where Lydia and Malia were waiting.

“Will do babe.”

.

Shawty I'm a only tell you this once,

You the illest (bah ba bah bah oh)

And for your lovin' I'm a Die Hard like Bruce Willis (bah ba bah bah oh)

You got spark, you, you got spunk

You, you got something all the girls want

You're like a candy store

And I'm a toddler

You got me wantin' more and mo mo more and Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love

.

Huffing and quickly walking away, y/n was extremely annoyed at the girl from his gym class (what was her name again? Susan? Mary?). Lydia and Malia caught up to him.

“Y/n don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous because you’re with Isaac and she’s not.” Lydia glared back at the girl who now sported a red handprint very similar to her own hand.

“Oh yeah, let me tell you to calm down when people call you a ‘boy-stealing fag’.” Malia frowned.

“I could go-“ She was cut off before she finish.

“Malia, don’t even finish that sentence.” Y/n sighed and raked a hand through his y/h/c hair. “Listen, let’s just go. I have homework anyway.”

“If you say so.”

.

He they type to keep a couple hundred grand in the rubber band

Just left money gram in the lemon Lam'

Hot damn make me scream like summer jam

I mean that nigga must be from the motherland

Anyway I think I met him in the sky

When I was a geisha he was a samurai

Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai

Never spoke lies and he never broke fly

"S" on my chest lemme get my cape on

He's so thugged out, Ghostface and Raekwon Konvict, just like Akon

Cause you know snitches be puttin' the Jake on

.

Finishing his homework, y/n stretched and glanced at the alarm clock on his dresser. 11:48. Isaac hadn’t come over, something about Scott needing help in bio class, so dinner was just him and his parents. A tapping at his window had him looking up, and there was Isaac. Y/n rushed to open the window and let his boyfriend inside, speaking in a hushed whisper.

“What are you doing here? You said you couldn’t come!”

“And leave you here when your parents have just left? What kind of boyfriend would I be?”

“I was going to go to bed.”

“I’ll join you.”

“How sweet of you.” Y/n said in a teasing tone. Him and Isaac got ready for bed (y/n lending Issac a T-shirt and sweatpants), and soon the two were cuddled close together.

.

Shawty I'm a only tell you this once,

You the illest (bah ba bah bah oh)

And for your lovin' I'm a Die Hard like Bruce Willis (bah ba bah bah oh)

You got spark, you, you got spunk

You, you got something all the girls want

You're like a candy store

And I'm a toddler

You got me wantin' more and mo mo more and Your love, your love (yeah)

Your love, your love

.

Nuzzled close to his boyfriend’s chest, y/n drew little circles with his finger while Isaac talked about his day.

“Lydia told me what happened at the mall.” Shit. He knew that Lydia would have said something.

“It’s nothing. I overreacted about it.”

“It’s not nothing. That bitch had no right or reason to call you that.” Y/n tried to turn over but Isaac caught his chin in one hand. “Look at me. You are not a ‘boy stealing fag’ or anything like that. I was the one who asked you out, remember?”

“I remember.”

“Then you’ll have to accept the fact that I am completely-“ Isaac booped his nose “-yours.”

Y/n laughed and kissed Isaac’s cheek.

.

Find me in the dark

I'll be in the stars

Find me in your heart

I'm in need of your love

Your love, your love, your love

Baby, your the illest (illest, illest)

Your love (love, love)

Your love (love, love)

[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

[teoraeken]

make me better | reader x theo raeken (pt.1)

pairing: reader x theo raeken

warnings: mentions of sex

summary: taking place around season 6B, you’re walking back home when you notice a familiar face sleeping in his car and you offer your spare room for the time being.

an: this is my first time writing for theo, pls like/reblog if you enjoyed it! pls lemme know if you’d like more from me :) requests are open!

i split it up to two parts cuz it got too long for one post.

(part two)

rubbing the back of your neck, you let out a sigh. you didn’t think volunteering at your old high school library was going to be a hassle, but then again it was beacon hills. you thought months after what had happened things would calm down but even you could notice the tense atmosphere between the humans and the supernatural.

you pull out your house keys from your pocket, you were a few houses away from your house when you noticed a familiar black pick-up truck parked across the street. you check the license plate and it was no doubt, the truck belonged to theo raeken.

intrigued, you walk towards the car, looking inside the vehicle, wondering why theo would still be in beacon hills. scott, lydia, and malia were still in town but you knew that your friends would be departing soon.

you notice a figure in the backseat, their feet propped up by the window, theo was sleeping soundly, a brown blanket pulled up towards his chin.

suddenly, you hear a car coming and you look to your left and see a cop car approaching. you flinch, looking back at the car and theo was still sound asleep.

“fuck,” you curse under your breath, and immediately knock at the window.

“hey! sorry i made you wait!” you say loudly, waking up a surprised theo.

he notices your tense expression and sits up, he looks to around to see that a cop was walking towards the two of you. he jumps from his seat and makes his way towards the drivers side, opening the window, leaning out.

in a state of panic, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him for a quick kiss on the lips. theo looks at you, stunned by your actions.

“i know i said i was gonna be home in thirty but i had to clean up. really sorry about that babe.” you say.

the officer clears his throat, “do you know this person ma'am?” he asks.

“yeah he’s my boyfriend,” you lie smoothly.

“we’ve been getting some complaints about a black pick-up truck from all over the town, are you sure you know this person.”

“like i said,” you pressed on, “he’s my boyfriend.”

theo smirks cockily at the officer as he left, you detach your arms from his neck when the officer finally drove off.

“hey thanks for that.” theo says.

you shrug your shoulders, “yeah no big.”

“guess i gotta find another place to park.” he says, turning the keys in the ignition.

“wait, so what he was saying is true?”

theo nods his head. “yeah been parking all over.”

“but… you don’t have to stay here in beacon hills…” you say, unsure how to continue your sentence.

theo chuckles darkly, “got nowhere to stay…”

“o-oh,”

theo turns on his engine ready to drive off when you quickly grab onto the steering wheel, “wait!”

theo looks at you weirdly.

“i have a spare room at home.”

“what about your parents?” he asks.

“after the whole wild hunt thing they moved out of state, got the house to myself cause i’m staying here for college."

–

you didn’t think it would have been hard to live with theo but just like his personality, he loves proving you otherwise.

he mostly kept to himself, cleaning up his own mess when he used the kitchen, keeping the bathroom clean and actually tidying up other parts of the house, much to your surprise.

what made it hard was his habit of wearing barely any clothing. most mornings he’d enter the kitchen wearing only boxer shorts, and almost all the time you’d see him shirtless.

you’d be a fool to deny how attractive you saw him but given his past you didn’t want to open that can of worms.

he’s still the same theo you knew, cocky and a pain in the ass but you can tell he’s changing for the better, thanks to you and your friends no less.

one weekend you woke up late, still half asleep you walked out of your room, completely forgetting you had another person living with you, you entered the kitchen wearing nothing but boyshorts and a soft white cropped tee you normally wore for bed.

you hadn’t noticed theo sitting on the counter by the sink opposite from you, he smiles, amused at how dazed you were.

you made a beeline for the cupboards, grabbing a clean bowl from the second shelf, your top riding up, revealing one of your breasts.

“thanks for the show princess.” theo chuckled, placing down the coffee mug next to him.

you turn your body towards him and immediately you woke up, you pull down your shirt trying to cover yourself.

“oh fuck,” you say, taking a step back. “s-sorry,” you utter out, feeling ridiculous for apologizing.

theo grins, “why are you apologizing? i should be thanking you, good way to start my day.”

you roll your eyes at him, “ugh, that's all you’re gonna get.”

“really?” he says, getting off the counter, taking a step towards you. “doubt that. don’t think i hadn’t noticed how you look at me, plus i can hear your heartbeat.”

"whatever, i’m human, sue me for finding you hot.” you sass back.

theo chuckles, “cute, but that’s not the only thing… i can smell you too. just cause i’m across the hall doesn’t mean i can’t smell how good you are when you’re fucking yourself on your fingers, thinking about me no less.”

your eyes grow wide at his words, he knows? you had been careful, waiting till you were sure he was asleep. never making a single sound as you thought about him, how good his touch would feel on your skin, his tongue on your nipples, his fingers deep inside your core.

theo has you trapped between his arms, your back pressed against the wall, he eyes you hungrily.

“chimera got your tongue?” he smirks.

“it’s really adorable the lengths you took to hide it from me. like that one day i left…” one of his hands trailing down your shoulder, his touch making you feel warm inside, his hand lands on your bare waist, his thumb rubbing circles.

“… i came back early and you didn’t notice, clearly, cos you were moaning my name…” he leans towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin, “calling me alpha…”

you sucked in your breath biting down your lip, not wanting to moan from his words, “pretty thing like you, so dirty…” his lips touch the pulse point on your neck, making you cry out.

[mona-stay]

misunderstandings - Derek Hale 

Prompt Christmas special Request - yes/no from wattpad Pairing - Derek x reader Warnings - none Story Lydia and Malia turned up after you sent out an emergency S. O. S Lydia poured you all a glass of wine "so what was the SOS for" she asked handing you a glass.

"Derek's cheating on me!" you say boldly and angry. Malia spits out her drink, in shook at what you said. "are you kidding, Derek loves you" she said. Lydia looked at you "she's right! Do you have any proof?" Lydia asked. You took a deep breath, "because he's lying to me" you say to them.

"he told me he was going out with Chris and then the same night I saw Chris he said he'd not seen Derek all day" both their eyes widened. "did you ask him about it?" Lydia said. "he told me Chris couldn't make it so he checked out the potential threat alone," you said in a sour tone. 

"That actually sounds like something Derek would do," Malia said, defending her cousin. You looked at her "I would have believed it if I hadn't found this in his jeans" you said slamming down a piece of paper on the table. 

Lydia took it looking at it "you went through his pockets?" Malia asked "I was doing the washing and he never empty them" you argued back. Lydia quickly defused the situation, "this is from Tiffany's" she said a hint of jealousy. You looked more pissed off now "yes I've looked through all the gifts under the tree and shared the whole flat. The isn't a single piece of jewellery here" you say. 

The two girls didn't know what to say the more you told them about Derek, you told them how he'd sneak out and was always dressed a bit smarter when he did. How when you'd ask where he'd been he'd have an excuse for it. They asked you what you were going to do. "I don't know that's why I called you both," you say. They both gave you different ideas "I can break every bone in his body if you want me too" Malia said. Before you could answer, Malia told you to be quiet. 

A few seconds later Derek walks into the loft with a smile on his face. "hi, girls" he says taking his jacket off going to shower. Malia ran over to it, she took the sleeve smelling it. "it smells like perfume" she said. Looking in the pockets, throwing his phone to Lydia. Malia come back with a card, "it's a booking for a hotel.!" she said handing it to you. Lydia started reading something on Derek's phone, her face now looked grim.

"The is a text it says, you are amazing. I've booked the hotel for tomorrow" Lydia says showing you the message. you looked at the name, Stephanie. making your heart sink. The thought of your suspicions being true was now real. you looked at the few messages between them.

21/12 Stephanie: are we still meeting this weekend, Derek:  Yes, but I can't promise a time I don't want y/n knowing. today Stephanie:  did you book the hotel, I hope you can get here without getting caught, let me know Derek: y/n doesn't know anything, yes its booked for Christmas eve, I can't wait this will be so good

you started crying reading the message. Malia looked at you snatching the phone away. "he's coming" she said running to put it back in his pocket. "wanna stay with me tonight?" Lydia asked. you nodded leaving the loft before he came down.

all night Derek called you but you didn't answer his calls, he'd also tried to call Lydia a few times but you begged her not to answer him. after a few movies and ice cream, you started to feel a tiny bit better but was still hurting. Lydia's phone rang making you look up, "its stiles" she smiled leaving to answer him. "Hello," she said but was surprised to hear a different than her boyfriend. "Lydia doesn't hang up just listen to me!" Derek begged. Lydia huffed loud down the phone "you have 1 minute" she told him in an unimpressed tone. "okay you all have it wrong I'm not cheating on y/n I'm asking her to marry me" he said all in one breath. Lydia gave out a loud squeal "really" she asked.

"yes now shut up before she hears you," Derek said now in his normal sour tone. "the messages in my phone is from an event planner she's been helping me" Derek spent the next five minutes explaining his plan to Lydia and how she can help him still pull it all off.

the next day you still felt like shit thinking how can he cheat on you. Lydia came in your room "good morning" she smiled. you gave her a sad smile "morning" you said in low voice. "I know your upset but it's Christmas eve y/n," she said overly happy. all you could think of its the night Derek was meeting that girl. after getting up and dressed, you went down. Malia had come round to help cheer you up, although you didn't want to be cheered up. Lydia and Malia looked at each other engorging the other to help get you out the house. "why don't we go out, it might make you feel better" Lydia said. You shook your head, no not wanting to go. "I know we could go the hotel and confront him," Malia said, you looked at her. it was a good idea, you could see once and for all who she was and ask him why. "ill do it" you say.

Lydia had convinced you to dress up, making you ware on of hers. she did your hair and makeup saying he's going to be sorry when he see's you. after getting ready you left Lydia's, you sit in the car outside the hotel. your now shaking thinking this was a bad idea, I don't think I can do this!" you tell them. Lydia looks at you, "Derek's going to kill me" she said to herself. "Look y/n, Derek's not cheating we got it all wrong like really wrong. now I'm not going to say anymore so I guess you get your cute butt out this car and go to him now! 

she says almost pushing you out the car. more confused than ever and still with that sickly feeling in your stomach. You look back at your friends who wave you on, to go in. you walk in not knowing where to go or what to do when you see the back of him walking with some woman. Anger fills you again seeing them reminding why you're here, forgetting what Lydia had told you.

you follow him them up some stairs to the room, opening the door they went in. inside you saw him talking with her as she held a note bored. Derek instantly looked at you smiling. "I know what you think Malia told me you saw my messages," he said looking a little down. "but I promise you I would never cheat on you y/n" the woman walked over and whispered something in his ear. she quickly left, leaving you alone with him. "y/n please trust me when I say I have looked you since the day we met and I always will" he turn and walked you to the small balcony. outside you could hear your favorite song playing, the was a small table with flowers and plates on. 

before you could ask what was happening you heard a noise behind you making you look. the is fireworks, where you stood you got the best view of them. they only lasted a few minutes but the last one looked like a heart. when you looked back at Derek he was bent down on one knee, "y/n, will you make this the best Christmas by becoming my wife" he said, holding out a box with a ring init. You knew that was the ring the respect was from.

your eyes went wide along with your smile. "yes" you scream. Derek slides the ring on your finger standing up to kiss you. after the sweet kiss, you hug him. "I'm sorry I accused you of cheating," you say slightly embarrassed. Derek puts his hand under your chin making you look at him "it's my fault for sneaking around I just wanted to surprise you" he said leaning down for a more passionate kiss. "I love you y/n" you look at him "I love you too Derek," you say sitting down to eat admiring your new ring.

[bxcketbarnes]

I’ve Always Wanted More

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1496

Author’s Note: I wanted some angst, so I decided to make this and use prompts that I found on tumblr and I have finally finished it. Thanks to the lovely @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me! :)

Y/N’s POV

I poke at my food as I watch Stiles interact with Malia. I sigh quietly, seeing huge smiles on both of their faces as they talk about something irrelevant. Suddenly, my appetite is no longer existent as I take the tray and throw the food away, looking back over at the table, seeing that Stiles didn't even acknowledge that I had left the table. My eyes drift towards Scott, who's already looking at me with a sad expression in his eyes. I shake my head before leaving the cafeteria, a tear slipping down my reddened cheeks. Why did I have to fall for my best friend. Cliche as it sounds, but he’s literally the most amazing guy. Walking into the ladies room, I wipe the tears from my eyes and look into the mirror, my makeup all fucked up. I sigh, grabbing makeup wipes from my bag, attempting to fix it, making it seem like I wasn't just crying. I jump when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” I ask, throwing the wipes away.

“It's Scott. Are you alright?” He asks, worry laced in his voice. I sighed once more, grabbing my bag, placing it back on my back, opening the door walking out seeing Scott.

“I'm fine. It was bound to happen, Scott.” I give him a tight smile. Scott pulls me into a hug as my eyes tear up again. “I t-thought we had something. I guess I was wrong.” I mutter against his chest, sniffling slightly. His hand moves under my bag, rubbing my back slightly.

“I honestly thought you did too. His heart would always beat faster around you.” Scott tells me as we pull away. I look down the hallway, Stiles’ eyes trained on us with an unreadable expression on his face. Scott notices as well, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, looking back down at me.

“I-I’m just going to skip for the rest of the day.” I tell him, walking out the door to my car.

Stiles’ POV

I see Y/N unravel from Scott’s arms and my jaw clenches slightly. Mine and Y/N’s eyes connect and they soften slightly, seeing a sad expression in her eyes. I was about to walk over there when Malia laid her hand on my bicep. I look at Malia and she gives me a small smile.

“You coming Stiles?” She asks, smiling at me, rubbing my arm. I give her a fake smile, pushing her hand off me softly, nodding my head. I look back towards Y/N, but seeing an empty hallway. I sigh, following Malia to class. Sitting at my desk, I stare into nothing, my thoughts taking over. Are her and Scott a thing? Am I too late? I thought we had something special. How could Scott do this? He knows that I'm practically in love with her. My jaw clenched again, angry with Scott and Y/N. She didn't even tell me if they were a thing. She tells me everything. Once the bell rings, signaling the day being over, I rush out of the classroom to my jeep, seeing Scott standing next to it. Stomping towards him, my fists balled up, and before Scott could say anything, I punch him in the face.

“What the fuck, Scott? How could you hide something like that from me!?” I angrily yell.

“What the hell Stiles. I have no idea what you're talking about.” Scott gets up, pushing me back.

“You fucking knew how I felt about her and then I see you and her cuddled up in the hallway.” I went to punch him again and Scott punches me, straight in the eye. I fall to the ground, my hands getting a little bloody from the pavement.

“Stiles, there's absolutely nothing going on between Y/N and I. She was upset and I was trying to comfort her, since you were too busy with Malia.” Scott puts his hand out and I take it, stumbling to get up, my eyes drifting to the ground.

“W-What was she upset about? God, I'm such an idiot. I wanted to go over and talk to her when she looked at me in the hallway but Malia…” I trail off, running my hands through my hair. “Fuck, I'm such a bad best friend.” I throw my stuff in the jeep. “You brought your motor bike right? I-I gotta go talk to Y/N.” I tell him, getting into my jeep, before speeding off.

Y/N’s POV

I wiped the tears that poured out of my eyes, sniffling as I grab another tissue to blow my nose with. I twiddle my thumbs as images of Malia and Stiles run through my mind, shaking my head, gripping my hair desperately trying to think of something else. I run a hand through my messed up hair, hearing a knock on my bedroom door.

“Mom, I said I'm fine.” I sigh, picking at my bedsheets as another knock rips through the sound waves. I get up from my bed, opening my door, “I said I'm-” I cut myself off, seeing Stiles standing on the other side with a black eye. “Stiles.” I breathe out, my lips parting. “W-What happened?” I ask, bringing my fingers up to his black eye. He flinches slightly and I retract my hand a bit as he looks to the floor.

“Um, Scott punched me in the face.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“W-Why?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion as his eyes dart away from mine.

“I-I was jealous. I thought you and Scott were secretly together, so after school I punched him in the face and then he punched me.” He sighs, picking at his fingers waiting for me to say something.

“Y-You were jealous? Why?” I ask, confusion still written all over my face as his cheeks start to redden. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, looking around before looking back at me.

“I-It’s just, you’re the most important person in my life and I honestly believe that I need you more than you need me and it terrifies me, Y/N.” Stiles confesses, tears pooling, biting his lip slightly and my heart drops.

“S-Stiles,” I walk up to him, wiping the tears that slipped from his eyes, “You don’t need to be scared, because you may think that you need me more, but in reality, I think we both need each other equally. Stiles, I wouldn’t be able to live without you and the reason I was with Scott is because I was upset and jealous about Malia hanging on you all the time.” I confess, looking at the ground. I felt Stiles’ finger lift my head up by my chin, making me look at him, a lopsided grin on his pink lips.

“There’s nothing going on between Malia and I, even if she thinks there is, there isn’t. I’ve always contemplated on telling you this, but I’ve always wanted to be more than just friends with you.” He whispers, his lips brushing mine softly as my eyes flutter shut and I let out a breath, tears traveling down my cheeks.

“Y-You do?” I stutter, looking up at him through my lashes, seeing him nod his head.

“Of course. You’ve always been here for me, even when I didn’t want you to be.” He tells me, noticing tears streaming down my cheeks and his face saddens, “Why are you crying?”

“I-I just never thought in my life that this would happen. That you’d feel the same way as I do.” I tell him, taking his hand into mine, playing with his slender fingers. He intertwines them, placing his other hand on my cheek.

“I’ve felt this way about you for years, I guess we were just too nervous to tell each other.” He whispers, his eyes moving from my eyes to my lips, leaning in ever so slightly. “I really wanna kiss you.”

“P-Please, Stiles. Kiss me.” I tell him, leaning into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He plants his lips on mine and a moan leaves my lips. I kiss him back, running my hand through his hair as his hands grip my hips. He moans against my lips, pressing my lips against his harder, not wanting to let go. He pulls away, leaning his forehead against mine, both of us panting, my hands sliding down his chest as he rubs his hands across my lower back.

“Be mine? Please?” Stiles asked, rubbing his thumb against my cheekbone. I smile widely at him before nodding my head. He lets out a laugh, wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me into the air while twirling us around. I let out a laugh, squealing, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.” Stiles places a kiss to my forehead as I drag him into my bed. He’s finally mine. I can finally be happy.

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first lady, two.

pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 3.3k content: kinda fluff, angst, mention of physical violence, high school!au, ice hockey!au and a considerable amount of cheese

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A couple of weeks after the whole incident, you kept on living your life as if nothing has happened. You couldn’t allow things to get any different if you wanted to proof that you were noone else’s first lady but yourself. But you kept your head up, acknowledging every move from your captain that seemed to be indifferent to the fact that even if you noticed things that easily slipped away from your sight, you were back to your old routine - being nothing but school and teammates.

His intentions were finally clear to you and his actions finally reasoned, but it didn’t mean you found yourself acting any different around him and that was your best play - on ice and out of it.

“Are you telling me you never noticed? You’re kidding, right?” Malia, your neighbor and best friend, raised an eyebrow as she stared at you with bull eyes. You had just told her about how he seemed to always escort you to your classes, even by distance, something you found just yesterday. You simply shook your head in denial, focusing in your homework which you had to finish before Yoongi got home to take out of town for the weekend. “What are you going to do about it?” another question came, making you look up at her as you shrugged, making your answer pretty clear: nothing. “You can’t be serious!” she snapped.

“What else could I do?” you asked before going back to your book, leaving Malia in all her disbelief.

“I don’t know, something? Anything? Kim bloody Taehyung told you he likes you an-”

“That’s his problem, not mine.” you chuckled, quite amused to see her despair. The way she freaked out over the tiniest things always made you think she deserved a spot on a regular tv comedy show.

“You speak as if you don’t feel anything about him…” she mumbled, crossing her arms and you let yourself wonder.

It would be a lie to say you never felt anything towards your captain. He was tall, good looking, had a great personality and was a skilled player - there wasn’t a reason in him why you wouldn’t date him. Not even the fact he drove you crazy by his actions sometimes - in fact, you always saw it as a peculiarity of your relationship. Not even his popularity bothered you, since you had a certain fame yourself.

You couldn’t deny, at least to yourself, that you’ve been actually thinking about how would it be to date him since Jungkook spoke off for him. Those were nice thoughts, you admitted, but you just couldn’t let it happen.

“I have no time for that.” you finally said, shaking your head and turning back to your homework, just double checking your answers. Malia, on the other hand, had her eyes wide open and her chin down, staring at you in full surprise.

“So you do feel something for him!” she said as if she had just won the lottery.

“Feel what for who?” your brother’s voice broke through and you lifted your eyes to find that he had just gotten home, staring at you from the front door. You could have frozen, just like Malia did, but you knew better than that. Yoongi would see it right away, so you just kept your posture, as any other time when you didn’t want your brother to bug you.

“I’m good to go.” you simply said, gathering your chemistry homework and handing it to Malia. “They’re all answered.” you informed before smiling and getting up. You grabbed your gear bag and pushing Yoongi outdoors.

“How is she going to learn if you keep doing this?” he grinned once you dragged him to the car.

“You’re the one who told me to avoid headaches.” you pointed out, making Yoongi chuckle.

It didn’t take long for you to run over his playlist while he drove, searching for recent additions. Of course he did say a thing or two about it, but it was not like he wasn’t used to it. You did it every single time you got into his car.

“So…” he started, once you finally made your mind about what to listen. “Heard you’ve been through the punishment routine nonstop lately…” the smirk on his face showed off some kind of pride and it immediately made you repeat his act. “Does that mean you’re still undefeated?”  he cocked an eyebrow, briefly looking your way and you simply nodded.

“Bet on it.”

For the next second, you heard a squeak sound leaving his lips as he used one hand to huff your hair. You replied by shoving off his hand, the two of you sharing a laughter and realizing how much you missed this. Your parents were always drowned in work from their respective companies and your oldest brother was pretty much following their footsteps. You found it easy to understand that you had good memories of your childhood because of Yoongi.

Not that your parents and brother were bad at some point because they weren’t. It was just the way they were, almost like machines, and you loved them regardlessly. But it couldn’t compare to the love you felt for Yoongi.

Sometimes you wondered if things would be any different if they were more like Yoongi or  you, not really pleased to think that way.Things were the way they’re supposed to be, that’s what you always thought.

“How are they doing?” Yoongi seemed to read your mind once he shot this question and the sigh you left as a first answer pretty much summed up everything.

“Same old, same old.” you shrugged. “Appa is golfing again though.”

“Yeah, I know. I just came from the club. His swing got hella worse.” he chuckled and you frowned immediately. You thought your father would be working since he told you he’d just stay at the office by the day. Yoongi noted your silence and decided to go on before your thoughts had you crazy. “We’ll talk about it by night, okay?”

The response was a simply nod as you acknowledge that sentence to be a period until Yoongi decided to turn it otherwise.

The stick jumped from your hand straight to the ice the moment your brother told you some of his friends were joining you for that training session, just when you were done stretching. You did your best not to curse, but you didn’t hold back to make a face. It was basically a sacred tradition and he was letting go of it. You only had one weekend per month to catch up with your favorite brother. You surely didn’t want to share it - share him - with anyone.

But you couldn’t let him know about that. You didn’t want to risk an amazing time with your brother just because of your jealousy.

“S-sure, oppa. No problem.” your voice wavered, making him turn on his blades to glare at you with his sharp eyes.

The fact that you had your own fixed on your stick in order to pick it up made you miss the sight of Yoongi, making you head straight towards him once you had your sticks back in your hands. As for your brother, he’d be ran over if he didn’t place his hands in your shoulders to stop you.

“Is there a problem?” he asked sincerely, able to see through you like no one else could. You shook your head slightly, forcing your lips to their edges.

“None at all.” you replied. “Now shall we?”

You didn’t wait for his answer, skating away from your brother as you tried to convince yourself that there was no problem indeed. You’d still be spending quality time with Yoongi for the weekend and nothing else mattered.

After a few plays and a lot of threatening, the siblings set a fast pace on their 1-on-1 game. Hockey wasn’t his best sport, but he was good and no one could tell him otherwise. There was a moment where you found yourself so desperate to steal away the puck that you didn’t think before hitting Yoongi that didn’t delay to tackle you in response and soon the both of you were on the ground, playfully fist fighting in the act.

“And Y/N comes with a jab that brings Yoongi hyung down to his knees again! I hope you all got your bets sorted out because future seems quite clear, ladies and gentlemen!” a well known voice echoed all over the rink and the both of you snapped your heads towards its direction.

It was Jung Hoseok sliding in the rink in full glory and gear.

You couldn’t fight a smile to the sight of your brother’s roommate. If you were mad about having to share you brother before, you couldn’t care less right now. Hoseok was one of your favorites out of Yoongi’s friends - mainly because he always rooted for you whenever you and your brother got into some sort of competition.

As is for telepathy, the Min siblings stood up on their blades, the same thing running through your mind. In matter of seconds, the two of you had enough speed to double hit the newly arrived and soon the three of you had a place by the right corner of center ice. Brother and sister were laughing while the third part whined about their last act.

“That’s for being late!” Yoongi used his left hand to pat Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Not my fault, though. The ladies took ages to get ready!”

“I’m sure you meant lady.” the voice that came right away in order to correct him had you wondering curiously if you have ever heard it before.

“Mind to recall me who took over 30 minutes to pick a shirt?” the second unknown fellow said as the pair of them finally made it to the ice. The first and tallest one was about to reply when he tripped on his own feet, soon meeting the hard frozen ground. You heard as your brother and Hoseok laughed beside you and the last one standing rolled his eyes. “Way to go and embarrass yourself in front of a pretty girl!” he congratulated, using of force to bring the poor boy down once again.

“Appreciate your help, hyung.” he said when he was finally able to put himself on his feet again.

“Dongsaeng, meet Namjoon and Jin hyung.” Yoongi indicated each one of them and them motioned back to you. “Hyung, Joon, meet my dongsaeng, Y/N.” there was this weird expression featuring a weirder pat in the top of your head that almost had you glaring at your brother. You decided to be polite to the boys instead.

“Can I call dibs on the First Lady?” Hoseok asked and Yoongi looked at him as if it was obvious.

“Absolutely not?” he suggested and his roomie reflected the face he made.

From there, things escalated very quickly. The three friends against the Min siblings and to say it was a sweet game was an understatement. You have never heard such a trash talk before and the hits they exchanged between themselves were something fun to watch. Another funny thing was how scared Namjoon was to even skate in your direction when you were attacking; Jin didn’t even got close to you; the only one to gather the guts to face you was Hoseok and still, he couldn’t dare to touch you and it made your brother laugh because of how hard were the hits you gave them when it was your turn on the defense.

You had a great time yourself and didn’t get to think again about sharing Yoongi. The way he seemed just happy to have you there, enjoying yourself, even though you were the only one to notice, made you even happier.

“Here, try this.” you turned into your brother’s direction once you heard his voice but before you could even think, he was already shoving a slice of pizza in your mouth. It took you a few seconds to realize what it tasted like, since you were still startled by his action, which is something you should be used to by now. “Still your favorite?” Yoongi asked with a devious grin in his lips.

You considered saying that it wasn’t the kind of thing to change in a month, but in a second thought it was not necessary. The both of you fell silent for a bit, not really focusing on the movie or the pizza and there was no awkwardness in that. There has been awhile since Hoseok left to see his girlfriend, leaving you guys to your family time and it didn’t take long for your brother to speak again:

“Have you noticed anything different?” despite his calm, his tone indicated seriousness.

Your mind instantly took you back to the moment he said you’d be speaking later - about your parents; and that’s when you were able to wonder.

There has been a few weeks now since the last time all of you have had a meal together. Your mother didn’t scold your academic decisions to keep pursuing hockey even when you graduated high school for awhile too and you have seen your father around less and less. Other than that, there was just a lot of the usual. But is not like you haven’t seen that before.

You knew their marriage wasn’t the happiest one and for more than a few times they went through separation, always managing to get back together after a few weeks.

“Another break?” you playfully suggested, just to not let the mood to drop that much. 

“Divorce.”

You stopped on your tracks once you heard that word, not even trying to not look flustered in front of Yoongi. But as much as the word surprised you, the feeling didn’t and you couldn’t help but curse yourself to the thought that you actually saw it coming, eventually.

“Why is this not unexpected?” it was a genuine question and it made Yoongi press his lips into a small smile before staring at you.

“Because we got used to all the comes and goes.” he answered in the same honesty and you simply nodded, trying not to think too much - a tendency that you had and that usually screwed up your sleep. “You are their first concern though. Appa is really worried about how are things going to be like for you and he doesn’t really want anything to change until you’re done with school.”

“They shouldn’t?” you voiced on a higher pitch than you intended. “I mean, if there’s nothing else they can do to save the marriage, they shouldn’t delay it, it’ll only make them unhappy an-”

“They don’t want to make you unhappy, Y/N.”

The two of you shared a stare that was quite hard to describe but it almost brought you to tears. Through the years, you have learnt from him how to bottle up feelings, mainly when it came to your parents, and it didn’t seem fair to hide it from Yoongi just now. But you couldn’t seem to open up about it just now.

Magically, your phone buzzed on your hoodie pocket and your ringtone soon filled the room, giving you the perfect escape from his gaze. As much as you knew how it would hurt to admit it in a near future, you found yourself mentally thanking Kim Taehyung for FaceTiming you out of nowhere.

“Hey!” you tried to act like it was the most usual thing in the world, since Yoongi’s eyes never left you. The giggles you heard on the background distracted you to the fact that your captain seemed specially adorable at the moment and you sure knew it had something to do with how sleepy he seemed.

“Hey…” he greeted back with a small smile, tiredness written all over his face even though he didn’t sound like it. “I don’t mean to bother, but could you not hang up for like, the next couple minutes?” you frowned but quickly put two and two together.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Spent the day with these losers and now I’m trying not to lose a bet.” he said it while switching the camera for a couple of seconds so you could see Jungkook and Jimin by the edge of the bed, trying to keep silence while giggling like a couple of teen girls. You could bet they spent the day just like you did: playing puck.

“Oh, hello losers!” you giggled as he shook his head, acknowledging that your greeting included him. “What’s in this bet for me to take advantage of?” you cocked your eyebrows and you could hear Yoongi getting up and claim that he needed another beer, heading to the fridge in no time.

“Food.” Taehyung immediately answered. “And the incomparable pleasure of punching this guys.”

“Well, guess that I can’t decline that!” he smiled at your words, nodding simply.

“But what are you up to?”

“Hanging out with my main loser.” instead of switching the camera, you just moved slightly so he could see Yoongi coming back with his drink and flip you a finger in answer to your words. Taehyung simply chuckled.

“Tell hyung I said hi.” you looked at your brother that had a curious expression on his face. You couldn’t exactly describe not understand it, so you took a mental note to question him about that later.

“Sure thing.”

“Have you finished chemistry homework yet?” you blinked trying to figure out what was weirder: the question or how hard Taehyung was trying to sound like he was not almost falling asleep.

“Yeah. Did you?” you snapped back and he smiled, glancing towards the boys for a bit before staring back at you. There was a simple mumble of swearing on the other side.

“Yeah and we just won more food.”

“Can’t say I’m not enjoying this though!” you giggled. “But are the couple minutes done yet? You look wasted, Kim.”

“Actually, we won the bet the moment you didn’t hang up on me right away. The couple minutes thing was just me wanting to spend time with you.” the words rolled our his tongue naturally and you did your best to roll your eyes and keep staring at him as if it didn’t hit you like a bomb, but you felt something creeping your cheeks underneath your skin and you silently prayed that none of them noticed - Taehyung and your brother.

“Since I’m definitely getting food, I’m not going to curse you just now.” you reasoned and his lips arched up. “But it doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass when I see you all next time!”

“Which would be monday for lunch…” Taehyung fell silent for a couple of seconds, just staring at you with his sleepy eyes and you were certain that it wasn’t good for your health. “Gosh, I can’t wait for that!”

“Go get some sleep, captain. You’re talking nonsense again.” all your strength was put on you wanting to believe your last words and you could see despair waving for you in a certain distance for the fact that you actually couldn’t.

“Good night, Y/N. I’ll see you in a bit.” he gave you a sleepy smile that made you heart skip a bit.

Panic ain’t exactly the best word to describe what took over you once you realized what he meant by that. Your fingers soon slipped to end the call but your widened eyes couldn’t leave the screen of your phone. Taehyung was subtly telling you he’d dream of you that night and God only knows how hard you’d have to fight to keep him away from your own dreams.

“Jesus Christ, Malia is right…” Yoongi’s voice took you out of your misery for a second, just to place you on another one, even worse: “You do feel something for him!”

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Cheater Part 2

Prompt: The reader and Theo are dating and are attending an infamous Lydia Martin party where they get fucked up and Theo ends up fucking Violet, his ex girlfriend. (tea)

Pairings: Theo Raeken x Reader , Theo Raeken x Violet

Part 1

Third Person POV

(Y/N) stood there, her eyes looking at Theo who struggled to move out of the bed to get his pants. She couldn’t hear the music that was blaring, she couldn’t hear Stiles and Scott telling her that they should get out of there, all she could hear is the moans that had escaped Violet’s mouth only moments before. She looked around the room, not knowing what to do, she saw red, she saw black, she was livid. She hadn’t noticed how far she walked into the room until she felt both Stiles’ and Scott’s hands on her arms. “Baby, I'm sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Theo spoke as he put his shirt over his head. (Y/N) managed to get her arms freed from the grasp of her best friends and almost instantly after her fist collided with Theo’s nose. She screamed as she continued to hit him knocking him to the ground only three punches in.  

“Holy fuck.” Violet gasped as she got out of the bed, the cover covering her naked body. (Y/N)’s head snapped to Violet and before she could get to her Scott managed to get a hold of her.

“Hey, calm down, it’s not worth it.” Scott spoke as he tried to control the trashing girl in his arms. (Y/N) continued to scream and slowly her screams turned into sobs as her legs gave up on her, Scott helping her maintain her balance. Theo stood up from the floor holding his bloodied nose that was already healing.  

“Baby please.” Theo’s eyes released tears as the sudden realization set in, he had fucked up big time. “I don’t know what I was thinking, please don’t leave me.” Theo stepped towards her and Scott shined his red eyes at him.  

“I think you’ve done enough.” Theo looked at Scott before looking at (Y/N) who screamed once more before launching at Theo, tackling him to the floor.  

“You fucking bastard.” The punch landed on his cheek. “I fucking trusted you.” Another punch. “I stood up for you when no one fucking liked you.” (Y/N) punched his nose and Scott moved to stop her but Stiles shook his head.  

“Come on, he deserves it, plus it’s not like he won’t heal.” Stiles shrugged and Scott sighed crossing his arms and promising himself that he’d stop (y/n) once she got her anger out.  

“Baby, please.” Theo cried out, the tears spilling just as fast as his blood. His hands tried his best to cover his face but (y/n) was fuming.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” (Y/N) repeated as she punched Theo ten more times before getting up on her own and kicking him in the stomach. “Go to hell, and stay there this time.” She wiped her eyes and looked at Violet who had backed up to the corner of the room. “You better hope I never see you alone or so help me god you’re next.” (Y/N) turned her back on Theo and Violet before looking at Stiles who smiled at her. She walked out of the room and ran down the stairs avoiding the music, avoiding the screams from Scott and Lydia. She ran out of the house and into the street, she wrapped her own arms around herself before crying once more on her way to her house.  

Theo walked out of the room looking around trying to find (y/n), the girl he cared the most about. He looked around noticing Lydia and Scott giving him a glare. He wiped the tears that had been dripping from his eyes before walking out of the house and falling down on the curb. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself before he punched the cement, breaking his hand in the process but it didn’t hurt him, hell nothing hurt him more than watching (y/n)’s broken face. He sat there crying his eyes out, he fucked up this time and he knew there was nothing he could do to fix it. (Y/N) had meant the world to Theo, she had changed him for the best and she was the first person to ever make him feel loved. He loved (y/n) and even though he’d never told her the words, it didn’t mean it wasn’t true. He sat there, looking straight ahead, his mind racing as to what the hell he just got himself into before he felt someone sit next to him. His eyes slowly moved to the person he least wanted to see, Violet. She sat close to him as she wrapped her arm around his. “This is all your fault.” His eyes red from the tears.  

“You’re equally to blame as I am.” She looked down at her hands. “I just wanted to have one more moment with you, I know you love her, something you could never do for me.” His eyes spilled more tears as he moved away from her.  

“Well it doesn’t matter, not anymore. All because you couldn’t just keep your fucking space, who the hell even invited you?” Theo put his head in his hands and closed his eyes only to see (y/n) with hurt written all over her face, he was never going to un-see her that way.  

(Y/N) walked up her driveway seeing Scott on her doorstep. He sighed in relief when he saw her, she hadn’t answered her phone in nearly three hours and it was worrying him. He stood up and her tears immediately began once more before she walked into Scott’s chest, his arms wrapping around her almost instantly. He rubbed her back as she sobbed into his chest, no doubt that the shirt he had on was going to be soaking by the end of the night. “Why am I never good enough.” (Y/N) spoke lowly.  

“You are, he’s just a dumbass. It’s his loss, not yours.” Scott rested his chin on the top of her head. “I know it seems like your whole life is crumbling down but you’re going to get through this, and I'm going to help you.” Scott rubbed small circled on her back which only made her sob even more as it reminded her of the way Theo did the same thing to get her to go to sleep. “I would kick his ass but you did one hell of a job doing that yourself.” Scott chuckled causing a small smile to grow on her face.  

“I don’t know what I'd do without you.” (Y/N) mumbled into his chest and Scott sighed.  

“I don’t know what I'd do without you either. You helped me through Allison, through Kira, and even through Malia.” Scott sighed and (Y/N) looked up at him. “I don’t like seeing you cry.” His thumb whipped away the tears on her face and she smiled lightly, Scott doing the same. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed minutes but could have only been three seconds before their lips crashed into each other. (Y/N)’s hands moved to the back of Scott’s neck before her eyes widened and she pulled away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” Scott sighed and (Y/N) bit her lip and cut him off, their bodies moving closer together as they stumbled to move to (Y/N)’s door. Once open Scott pulled away once more. “Are you sure?” She nodded before pushing Scott inside and slamming the door shut.

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A/N: i might have a little thing for Scott at the moment, don’t judge me lmao.

forever tags; @bojabee @imperfect-circle @dakotapaigelove @a-gir1-has-n0-name @riverdalehoeeeeeee @sabertooth-potato @heyitscam99 @royal-fanfic

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Returned Part 2

Prompt: The reader left Beacon Hills three years ago after her break up with Scott and hasn’t returned, not even after her friend Allison has died. But Stiles calls her up when the hunters are after everyone and only then does the reader find some secret everyone was hiding.

Pairings: Scott McCall x Allison Argent, Scott McCall x Reader (I meant at least i hope so)

Warnings: Death, Suicide talk

Part 1

Third Person POV

As (y/n) met the new members of the pack, Scott couldn’t help but observe her. Scott was in the kitchen with Stiles and Mateo. Stiles constantly asking Scott how’d it feel to see her again and Scott couldn’t lie, his heartbeat rose for the first time in years. He didn’t know how much he missed her and even though she wasn’t the same person she was when he knew her he knew that she was in there somewhere. Truth was, she wasn’t the same person, hell she didn’t even know who she was anymore. Mateo bounced into the living room, excited that his dad had made him his favorite, peanut butter and jelly. (Y/N) still hadn’t got used to seeing Mateo, he reminded her so much of Allison and it was a constant stab to the heart. The pack could sense her distress but decided to say anything, they had just met her and they didn’t want to interfere into her life. Theo was flirtatious as ever, something Scott didn’t like. “So, you’re a werewolf too?” Malia whispered after she looked at Mateo and (y/n) nodded.  

“Yeah, long before Scott here was. Looks like he’s doing better than me though, being an alpha an all.” (Y/N) spoke raising her eyebrows. She was surprised to hear Scott was now an alpha, and not just any alpha, a true alpha.  

“Oh, come on, you showed me all I know.” Scott spoke smiling at her. He still couldn’t believe she was there, sitting in his living room. A knock on the door startled everyone and Scott walked towards the door before opening it. “Jackson, Isaac, only took you guys two days.” Scott chuckled as he greeted them. (Y/N)’s ears perking up when she heard their names. Isaac had always been the best to (y/n) and he was hurt the most when she didn’t say goodbye to him. She got up and that’s when he saw her.  

“No fucking way.” He huffed before he smiled and walked towards (y/n) embracing her. Truth was Isaac had always liked (y/n), of course she would have never given him a chance with her being in love with Scott but her presence was more than enough for him. “I’ve missed you.” Isaac whispered and (y/n) smiled.  

“And I've missed you.” (Y/N) was the first one to pull away. “I was very disappointed to hear that you had move to London.” She poked his chest and he chuckled.  

“I mean you were gone. There wasn’t much for me left here.” He smiled and Jackson cleared his throat causing Isaac to roll his eyes.  

“Jackson Whittemore.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. “I haven’t seen you since,” She put her finger on her chin for a sarcastic measure. “That time you tried to kill all of us with your Kanima tail.” Jackson chuckled and rolled his eyes before embracing her into his arms.  

“Kanima?” Liam asked and Scott shook his head.  

“I’ll explain later.” Scott spoke before picking up Mateo.

“Wow, he’s grown so much.” Isaac and Jackson spoke in unison and (Y/N) looked at them. Only then had she realized that everyone but her knew about it and that made her feel left out. Scott looked at her and she shook her head when his eyes apologized for him. She knew Scott didn’t want her in his life but she didn’t think he’s keep his entire life a secret from her.  

“So, these hunters.” (Y/N) switched the subject and just like that she had ignored Scott the entire night.

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“I should get going as well.” (Y/N) spoke when the rest of the back had walked out of the house. Mateo had yawned causing everyone to call it a night. They weren’t going to lie, when Scott and Allison announced their pregnancy they thought it was a disaster. They were fighting off some kind of monsters and they thought that the unborn child wasn’t going to make it. They knew Scott was going to be a great father, he had already taken in Liam and was doing a great job at keeping him stable.  

“Where are you staying?” Stiles was the one to speak, he knew damn well she had nowhere to stay and both him and Scott were ready to offer up their guest room.  

“I’m going to the motel a town over.” (Y/N) nodded and Stiles shook his head immediately.  

“No, no. We have a guest room, why don’t you stay here.” Stiles didn’t ask, insisted the most.  

“Oh no, I couldn’t.” She shook her head and Scott cleared his throat.  

“Really, you should.” He smiled at her and she sighed giving in knowing it wouldn’t go her way.  

“Sure.” She simply said.  

“Daddy can you read me a story?” Mateo yawned once more. (Y/N) tried avoiding his face as much as she could and it wasn’t because she didn’t want to acknowledge his existence but because the resemblance to Allison was still too much for her to handle.  

“Of course, buddy. Let me just go show (y/n) her room, yeah?” Scott smiled at him bopping his nose.  

“I got it man, you can take care of him.” Stiles patted his back and (y/n) had to thank Stiles mentally for that. Scott looked at her and she nodded before he smiled.  

“Okay, come on buddy.” Scott opened his arms and Mateo jumped into them. “Say goodnight to uncle Stiles and (y/n).”  

“Goodnight uncle Sti!” Mateo yelled before looking at (y/n) who looked down at his stare. “Goodnight (y/n)” Mateo found it hard to pronounce her name but he tried his best before she smiled and looked at him for a split second.  

“Goodnight Mateo.” She whispered and looked down once again. Stiles showed her to her room and soon enough she was laying on the bed. She couldn’t sleep, of course she couldn’t. So many bombs had dropped today and she was having a hard time wrapping her head around Scott having a child. She knew she was overthinking it, hell she knew it didn’t matter what she thought. A knock on the door startled her before she shot up sitting at the edge of the bed. “Come in.” She cleared her throat and Scott opened the door. He walked in silently before closing the door behind him. He knew she was having a hard time coming back to all of this and he wanted to make sure she was okay.  

“Hey.” He sighed out and she tried to give him a smile. “I’m sorry, about all of this. I know it must be hard to come back and finding out about Mateo, it’s not easy.” She nodded.  

“He looks a lot like her.” She whispered as she fiddled her fingers trying her best not to cry.  

“Yeah, he has her personality too.” Scott smiled. “It’s not as hard to see his face anymore.” Scott answered her unasked question. “It was at first, hell I didn’t know how to raise a kid on my own, my mom helped me. She supported me even though everyone thought I was crazy but I couldn’t fail him, not like I failed Allison.” Scott shook his head and cleared his throat, he didn’t want to cry, not when he hadn’t cried in years.  

“Why didn’t you tell me?” (Y/N) finally blurred out. She wanted to know why even if there wasn’t a reason.  

“I uh” Scott sighed. “I found out about your um, complication on the golden gate bridge.” (Y/N)’s heart started to pound harder and she knew Scott could hear it. “Right after Allison’s death.” He bit his lip and she found it harder to breath as she stood up and started pacing. “Hey, please calm down.” Scott spoke but she couldn’t calm down, hell she didn’t think anyone would have known about that.  

“You.” She breathed out. “You knew this entire time.” Her breath was running out.  

“Yes.” She shook her hands in front of her face trying to get air but nothing was working. Scott put his hand on her arm and shined his red eyes at her, not to scare her but to calm her, something he had learned to do to Liam when he was having a mental breakdown. She looked at Scott and her breathing became normal. “I was going to tell you, I was. But then I found out and.” She shook her head cutting him off.  

“You thought I couldn’t handle it.” Scott pursed his lips and looked down and (y/n) shook his hand off.  

“I didn’t want you to try again.” He whispered.  

“You didn’t even bother to call, to see how I was doing, to see if I wasn’t going to do it again.” She wasn’t mad, she was disappointed, so fucking disappointed.  

“I had bigger problems.” He simply said. Bigger problems, (y/n) thought to herself. As if her trying to kill herself wasn’t a big problem. She scoffed and turned her back on him. She couldn’t believe what was going on, she knew Scott didn’t care for her in the loving manner she wanted but she didn’t know that he didn’t care for her at all. “It’s not like that, that came out wrong.” Scott sighed but she shook her head before she started to clear her things. “Please don’t go.” Scott sighed once again and although she tried not to cry she found it hard not to when she found out one of her friends couldn’t have been bothered to call her when she was in a desperate place.  

“You know, I knew you couldn’t be bothered by me. Hell, I even let you use me as a rebound after Allison and you broke up but I didn’t expect this from you Scott.” She slung her backpack over her shoulder and before she could walk out he stepped in front of the door.  

“It’s nothing like that, please let me explain.” She shook her head and wiped the tears away from her face.  

“Move or I’ll move you.” She released her claws and Scott sighed not giving in.  

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just. I had just lost Allison, I was dealing with being a single father, there was a threat in town, the world doesn’t just revolve around you. You left, because you couldn’t be the bigger person, because you couldn’t take a small heartbreak, we were together for two months, you couldn’t have possibly been that broken. Then you go and try to commit suicide, that’s just a cry for attention.” Scott regretted the words as soon as he said them. He opened his mouth to speak but a giant slap caught him off guard.  

“Screw you.” She whispered before pushing him out the way and walking out of the bedroom. She wiped her eyes as the tears kept running down. She stopped in the middle of the hallway when she saw the small boy. He had heard voices and he was scared but when he didn’t find his dad in his room he decided to look around the house.  

“Where are you going?” He asked, holding his teddy bear in his hands. “Why are you crying?” He frowned before Scott appeared behind her. “Daddy why is your friend crying?” (Y/N) didn’t know what to say, she just wanted to get the hell out of there but everything was finding it hard to let her.

“Mateo, go to your room.” Scott sighed but Mateo was hard headed at times. Mateo shook his head and crossed his small arms. “Mateo, don’t make me count.” (Y/N) was stuck but she cleared her throat before trying to move past Mateo. She felt a small hand on hers and she stopped.  

“Please don’t leave. Daddy can make you smile, I promise.” He was so innocent and clueless. (Y/N) smiled at him only because she didn’t know what else to do. She shook his hand out of hers as soft as she could before walking out of the house. She drove around for hours before calling him, the only person she could always run to. She knocked on his hotel door and he didn’t hesitate to open it. She crashed into his chest as soon as she saw him, she wanted to feel some sort of comfort and she felt it when his arms wrapped around her.  

“Hey, it’s okay. Tell me what happen.” Isaac closed the door to his hotel room and she told him everything. Her attempted suicide, her conversation with Scott, everything. Isaac was hurt about her attempted suicide, hell he cried when she described it to him. She slept in his arms that day, although he couldn’t sleep, not after learning what she had been going through, alone.  

[bxcketbarnes]

Game Day

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2263

Authors Note: I wanted to make a Stiles imagine for @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s Lacrosse Week, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy. I want to thank @dylanobsessed for editing it for me! 

Y/N’s POV

I’m walking towards my locker with Lydia as she’s talking my ear off about this guy she’s been seeing. I chuckle at her as she bluntly describes how amazing he was in the sheets. I stop at my locker, putting in my combination than I open my locker to put my books away for the day.

“Are you coming to lacrosse tryouts today?” Lydia asks me as she twirls her strawberry blonde hair with her fingers.

“Um, I don’t know. Stiles is going to be there and I’m way too nervous to even be in his presence. Why do you think I don’t eat lunch with you guys? I’ll tell you because he makes me nervous as cats.” I explain running my fingers through my hair. Stiles fucking Stilinski. He’s so gorgeous that every time I try to go up and talk to him, I feel like I’m going to throw up. I’ve asked Lydia to give me tips to talk to him, but she just keeps telling me to be myself.

“C’mon, Y/N. You at least have to try. Take baby steps even.” Lydia tells me grabbing my arm while dragging us both towards the lacrosse field.

“Lydia, I’m not ready. I-I just need more time to increase my self-esteem.” I whine trying to claw her hand off of mine. She stops outside the doors of the boys locker room staring at me with annoyed expression on her face.

“Seriously? You’re absolutely stunning. Everyone in this school probably wants to get with you, especially Stiles. He has been trying to get your attention since sophomore year.”

“He has?” I ask my heartbeat picking up.

“Yes. He tells me all the time that he wishes he could just go up to you and say literally anything. You’re not the only one who’s nervous.” She tells me, grabbing my wrist again and guiding us towards the bleachers.

I look down towards the field seeing the boys doing drills. I see Stiles violently tell Scott something swinging his hands around. Scott places his hands onto Stiles’ shoulders telling him something before both of them placed their helmets on.

“STILINSKI! MCCALL! GET THE LONG STICKS.” Coach yells after blowing violently into his whistle. They grab the long sticks as I make my way up the bleachers towards Lyds. I look back down seeing Stiles looking directly at me. My breath hitches in my throat and my face heats up as I see him give me one of his signature winks. I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear giving him a small smile as I take a seat next to Lydia.

“I saw your little interaction with Stiles.” She announces while wiggling her eyebrows, playfully.

“Shut up,” I tell her giggling, “Don’t tell anyone this but when he winked at me, I died a little on the inside. H-He can make me melt by doing the littlest things.” I groan putting my head in my hands.

“Since you managed to survive in his presence now. You’ll come to the big game tomorrow, right?” Lydia asks me with a large grin on his face.

“I-I guess I can.” I tell her pressing my lips together.

“Great! I can do your makeup in the morning if you want me, too!” She excitingly claps her hands. I giggle at her excitement nodding my head in agreement.

After Practice

I was heading towards my car when I heard a familiar voice yell my name, “Y/N!” I turn around seeing Stiles running towards me and I slightly panic looking around for Lydia. I curse to myself slightly seeing her car missing from the school parking lot. Stiles catches up to me as I wait for him next to my car, fiddling with my fingers reminding myself to just breathe and to be myself.

“Uh, Y/N! Hi.” Stiles tells me, nervousness laced in his voice.

“Hi, Stiles.” I quietly say giving him a small smile.

“So, I wanted to ask you something. Since tomorrow is the big game and what not. It’s sort of tradition for people to wear jersey of some of the guys on teams and I um -- I was wondering if maybe, you wanted to wear mine?” He asks nervously rubbing his neck. I look at him with wide eyes as my fingers unconsciously pinch myself and I wince in pain, certain this had to be a dream. Stiles looks at me with worry written over his features as he grabs my arm rubbing the spot I just pinched. I look up at him in shock as butterflies fill in my stomach.

“W-Why do you want me to wear your jersey?” I ask, my heartbeat picking up for the third

time today.

“Well. There’s a good possibility that I’ve got a huge crush on you and I really want to impress you.” I blush at his response as I softly grab the jersey Stiles had in his hand.

“Y-You have a crush on me?” I ask.

“How could I not? You’re one of the nicest and sweetest people I’ve ever met. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while, but I always thought that you wouldn’t want to because every time I try to you would walk away from me.”

“O-Oh, god. I’m so sorry. I-I would walk away because I get way too nervous around you, Stiles. I also have a huge crush on you, so I would love to wear your jersey.” I smile up at him and his face lights up. “I really need to get going though, so I’ll see you tomorrow before the game?” I ask placing his jersey into my backpack.

“Right! I’ll see you tomorrow. You’ll be wearing my jersey a-and maybe I can take you out after the game? I would love to take you on a date.” Stiles rambles running his fingers through his flat hair.

“I’ll tell you what. If you guys win the game tomorrow, I’ll let you take me out.” I say feeling more confidently knowing that Stiles feels the same way as I do.

Game Day

After calling Lydia last night about Stiles asking me to wear his hoodie and that he asked me out, she insisted on doing my makeup so it matched the jersey and to make me “drop dead gorgeous” as she says. We walk into the school together before the game starts and everyone turned their heads towards us. I look to Lydia wondering why everyone is staring and she just shrugs as we continue walking down towards the boys locker room. I find Stiles standing outside of the locker room checking his phone and looking around as if he’s looking for someone.

“Looking for someone in particular?” I ask and he jumps letting out a yell before placing a hand to his heart.

“God you scared me. I-I was actually looking for you.” He tells me and I chuckle slightly.

“Well here I am.” I tell him biting my lip softly, “H-How do I look?” I ask, a blush appearing on my pale cheeks. His eyes rake down my body as his mouth parts in amazement.

“W-Wow. Y-You look amazing and I hate that I need to take it back because it looks better on you than myself.” He tells me, his cheeks slightly turning pink.

“Aw, you really think so?” I ask looking down at my shoes. Stiles’ finger hooks under my chin making me look up at him and he nods. We continue looking into each other's eyes as our faces gravitate towards each other. I pull away quickly pursing my lips together and Stiles looks down at me furrowing his eyebrows.

“S-Sorry it’s just that I don’t kiss before the first date.” I say giggling tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He nods his head and rubs the back of his neck.

“N-Not even to give me good luck?” He asks chewing on his bottom lip.

“W-Well, I mean I-I guess I could do that.” I say and lean on my tippy toes pressing a kiss to his cheek. He smiles down at me and mentions something about how I missed. I was about to ask him what he meant when he cuts me off with a proper kiss to my lips. My eyes widen feeling his hands slide around my waist, I finally start to kiss back as my hands wrap around his neck going into his hair. We pull apart slightly as we breathe into each other mouths as our lips brush against each others.

“Good luck, Stiles. You’ve got this and know that no matter if you win or lose I’ll probably still take you up on that offer.” I smile against his lips as my eyes flutter open looking up at his whiskey eyes. We jump apart as we hear coach blow his whistle and Stiles looks behind him seeing people heading out towards the field.

“I-I should probably get going, but I’m going to need that.” His eyes land on the jersey I’m wearing and I open my backpack to look for the shirt I thought I had but I can’t find it. I look up at Stiles in a state of panic. “What? What’s the matter?” He asks as he looks worried.

“I forgot a shirt. I can’t believe I forgot a shirt.” I groan leaning my head against Stiles’ chest. His ginormous beautiful hands rub my back as he thinks of an idea, “You can wear my flannel.” He says taking it off before handing it to me. I smile up at him while retrieving the article of clothing and walking further into the boy’s locker room. I take his jersey off replacing it with his flannel, as I start buttoning it up Stiles walks in removing his undershirt, throwing it into his bag. I secretly check him out, looking away before he see’s me. He puts his jersey on and looks over at me with a big smile on his face.

“Ready?” He asks reaching his hand out to take mine. I nod my head grabbing his hand as we walk outside towards the field, once we were outside I find Lydia sitting with Malia and Kira.

“I’m going to go sit with the girls. Again, good luck, I know you can do it.” I say smiling up at him. In response he leans over placing a soft kiss against my cheek and my cheeks start to get warm, indicating that I’m blushing furiously. He heads onto the field and I see Scott give him a high five, I giggle lightly as I make my way towards the girls to see all of them giving me a knowing look. I roll my eyes sitting next to Kira as the game starts.

The whistle blew was an indicator that the game has started. My eyes never really left Stiles’ body running back and forth on the field. I kept chewing on my fingernails when Stiles gets the ball, only to be literally ran over by the opponent’s players. Right now we’re tied at 2-2 and there’s only five minutes left. My leg starts to shake out of anxiety as the ball was thrown towards Stiles’ direction. He runs to get it, but is tackled by a huge player from the opposite team. I gasp slightly placing my hands over my mouth, hoping that he’s okay. I look towards the game clock seeing that there’s only a minute left. Boy five minutes go by quickly. C’mon, Stiles! You can do this. Scott passes the ball towards Stiles once again, so he can redeem himself and I scream as I see him catch it. He runs towards the opponent’s goal as the timer counts down to literally seconds left.

“SHOOT IT, STILES!” I scream loudly and he looks towards the bleachers seeing me all hyped up, he turns back to towards the goal shooting the ball and he makes the shot just as the buzzer goes off. I scream in excitement that he scored the winning shot and I make my way down to the field along with everyone else that’s in the audience. I jump up and began my search for the dark-haired and mole covered boy in the mass of people on the field. I bump into someone and I look up at them to apologize when I see that it’s Stiles. I smile widely as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“You did so well, Stiles!” I say excitingly as I pull away from the hug. Stiles looks down at me with a big grin on his face as he places his hands on my cheeks pressing his lips against mine. I gasp slightly into the kiss and I start to move my lips against his. His presses his lips harder against mine as his hands move to my hair. As we pull away he looks down at me as my eyes are still closed and a smile appears on my lips. One of his hands move to my cheekbone rubbing it softly with the pads of his thumbs.

“I really don’t want to wait to ask you this. So, I’m going to ask you right now,” Stiles lets out a breath and I look up at him biting my lip softly. “Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend? I don’t think that I can stay away now that I’ve tasted these pretty lips of yours.” He asks and runs his thumb over my bottom lip.

“I would love to be your girlfriend, Stiles.” I smile leaning back up to place a passionate kiss to his lips as his hands move to my hips.