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JULY 2016 UPDATE

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July 2016

39. “Quick, hide!” 40. “Not today.” 41. “Not now, not ever.” 42. “Nice shirt.” 43. “Let me make it up to you.” 44. “I never liked you.” 45. “I never liked her.” 46. “I never liked him.” 47. “I never liked them.” 48. “Give it some time.” 49. “Are you following me?” 50. “Are you drunk?” 51. “Are you jealous?” 52. “Are you angry?” 53. “Are you insane?” 54. “I have good news.” 55. “I have bad news.” 56. “I really want to kiss you.” 57. “Kiss me.” 58. “Don’t go.” 59. “It’s locked.” 60. “You could have called.” 61. “You’re right.” 62. “You’re wrong.” 63. “You’re an idiot.” 64. “You’re an asshole.” 65. “I could really use a hug.” 66. “Who are you?” 67. “Who is she?” 68. “Who is he?” 69. “Who are they?” 70. “I didn’t know you could do that.” 71. “You should have told me.” 72. “That’s disgusting.” 73. “That’s horrible.” 74. “Surprise!” 75. “I hate surprises.” 76. “I think there is someone in the house.” 77. “Don’t stop running.” 78. “You’re bleeding.” 79. “I’m bleeding.” 80. “How are you feeling?” 81. “I feel like I’m in a horror movie.” 82. “I feel like I’m in a comedy show.” 83. “Is this a joke?” 84. “I didn’t know you could do that.” 85. “Maybe we should just go home.”

(This is the monthly addition to the list. You can still request a drabble with a number from a previous month as well!)

DRABBLE PROMPTS

Hi! Happy first day of the month!

This post will explain and contain my Drabble Prompts List and it’s concept. Hopefully it’s clear. If not, feel free to ask me anything you don’t understand! I don’t usually bite…

This Drabble Prompts List (which you can find under the cut), or DPL as I might refer to it in the future because I’m lazy, is a list of one sentence prompts, all with their own number. If you want me to write a drabble for you using one of the prompts, all you have to do is send me a request through my ask box (both on or off anon is fine) and tell me the number of the prompt and the character/ship/cast member you want me to write it for. Mentioning your name to make it a personalized drabble will be accepted, too. The latter is not a necessity.

The number of prompts on the list will correspond with the number of followers this blog has. This will be updated each first day of every month. If I have less followers or just as much as I had the previous month, the list will remain the same, no prompts will be deleted.

Every request I answer can be found under one tag: Drabble Prompts (which can also be found on my masterlist) Every monthly update will be tagged as: DPL [month] [year] (e.g. DPL June 2016)

Of course you can also still request your own imagine and drabble ideas. This is just an extra that I hope you guys will like (:

So without further ado, look under the cut for the Drabble Prompts List!

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HELLO PERFECTION

Research (Requested)

request: could you please please do an imagine where the reader is in the same grade as liam and they’re best friends but when she gets closer to the pack she sorta helps stiles with researching who has a crush on her and does a lot of nice things for her and they have a lot of sweet moments and sexual tension and liam gets really jealous but the reader and stiles still kiss and maybe more if you want to it would also be nice if you could write a little more dialogue thank you (second pov pls)

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. There might be a smutty part 2 but I’m not quite sure yet. Tell me what you think! A little more dialogue, a little less jealousy here, I hope it’s still okay!

Warnings: language, mentions of sex and pornography

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You drummed your fingers against your book impatiently while your head rested in the palm of your hand.Your eyes wandered around the classroom to watch the other students desperately trying to distract themselves from Mr. Yukimura’s eternal speech. Most people probably thought of their plans for the weekend, You were no different. Just after this lesson a pack meeting would take place at Scott’s house. Admittedly you were more than excited to finally be a part of the mysterious ‘pack’ you had been watching from the distance for a while now. 

No, you weren’t as creepy as it sounded. But when one of your best friends suddenly starts to hang out with students 2 years above you, you’d be a little wary too. However while they weren’t exactly rude, they weren’t quite as welcoming as you had hoped. That was until you found out about the supernatural of course. Werewolves, Banshees and Kitsunes, the thought of all those and many more creatures existing excited you beyond possible. 

Since you were just a human with lacking of fighting skills, you weren’t of big use for the pack. You didn’t want to be that person though, so you tried to provide everyone with as much useful information as possible. You were lucky that Stiles liked you a lot more than Liam since he practically took you under his wings. He taught you how to effectively research myths and old cases and it was honestly the most interesting thing for you ever. You’d spend hours in the library and with Deaton, trying to find out about what you missed in the last few years, and more. 

You flinched as the bell announced the end of the lesson and ignored Mr. Yukimura trying to assign you homework just like the others did on their way out. After squeezing the books you should take home to study over the weekend into your locker, you rushed off to Liam’s since you weren’t quite sure where you’d meet the others. After all you were relatively new to all of this. Liam yawned whole-heartedly while freeing his backpack from the troublesome weight the books provided. 

“I see you’re even more motivated than me to study this weekend.”, you joked and leaned against the locker next to his. He huffed and slammed it shut just as the others walked up to you. 

“You should study to get good grades. The things going on here shouldn’t keep you from getting a good job in the future.”, Scott scolded you with a half-stern expression on his face. You shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze while the guilt crept in. For some reason Scott McCall decided it would be appropriate to replace your dad and found great pleasure in reminding you of your duties.

“Leave her alone, Scott. Do you remember what you were like in Sophomore year?”, Stiles butted in and gave his best friend a half-smirk. 

“Exactly.”, the Alpha frowned and shook his head, as if to get rid off the bad memory. 

“Anyways Malia does have time today so I haven’t got enough space in my car.”, Lydia announced as your little group neared the exit of the school. 

“That’s fine. Y/N can come with me.”, Stiles retorted and turned his head back to me slightly. “I wanted to talk to you anyway. Found a better side with a listing of all supernatural creatures. The last one was crap, they left out all the ones from French myths.”

“But those are the best.”, you exclaimed upset and followed him to the slightly banged up jeep, unaware of the glare Liam sent after you.

~

“It’s not dramatic! It’s handy and will speed up things.”, you complained at Stiles’ dismiss of the idea to use a laser pointer and a laptop while explaining things to the pack. 

“This isn’t CSI, Y/N. You’ve got to explain it in a matter of seconds. You can’t just build up your little presentation when murders are happening.”

“Oh, but you’re allowed to play with your stupid strings?”

“Don’t insult the strings. They save lifes.”, he argued as we hopped out of his car. 

“Where do even get the stuff from? I’m pretty sure your dad doesn’t just give you all those things. Did you steal them?”

“Nah, he knows. He just gave up trying to stop me.”, he explained and knocked on the front door of the house. 

“That’s kind of sad.”, you commented with raised eyebrows. He waved his hand in your direction as if to say ‘I’ve done worse’. You didn’t have trouble with believing him.

 After getting comfortable on Scott’s sofa you began to gather the information you already had. Stiles and you weren’t very far with what the murders had in common and the police wasn’t any quicker than you.

“Maybe we should just go over everything we already know again.”, Lydia suggested with a shrug. So you did that. By now it was around 8 o’clock and you had to assure your mom you’d safely spend the night at Lydia’s place. Lying was so easy for you by now. 

Scott and Stiles were in the kitchen doing god knows what while the rest of you reread old police reports and examined pictures of the crime scene. You faintly remembered one of the weapons a murderer used but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Casually grabbing Stiles’ laptop out of his backpack, you searched for the file that the two of you made a few days ago. Your eyes were starting to get sleepy as your lids grew heavier and heavier.

“Who allowed you to use my laptop?”, Stiles asked as he returned from the kitchen with two cups of coffee while Scott brought in another three before disappearing into the kitchen again. 

“Hmmm, maybe your lame password?”, you mused with a smirk. He huffed and plopped down next to you, pulling the laptop over his lap.

“No-hey, I’m doing something important here”, you complained and shuffled closer to him to keep the different kinds of weapons in your eyesight.

“Some files, are actually private.”, he said with a serious glance down at you. You rolled your eyes and decided to rest your head on his shoulder if he didn’t budge. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about what kind of porn you watch. Although I would’ve thought you were a little more vanilla.”

Stiles stiffened beneath you while Lydia chuckled tiredly and Malia tried to figure out the meaning of ‘Vanilla’ in this context. Liam just sat there with crossed arms and a police report place in front of him, a glare evident on his face and his eyes weren’t moving over the lines like they were supposed to. 

“You definitely spend too much time with me.”, Stiles grumbled as you grabbed the mug from the coffee table. 

“Sugar?”

“Mhm.”

“Enough milk?”

“Yes. I swear it’s not even coffee anymore with the amount of milk you drink it with.”

Stiles received no reply as you stuck your tongue out at him before nestling back into his side with another police report, subtly taking in his scent while ignoring the flutter in your stomach. 

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“Human. Do you want me to spell it out for you? In other words, I’m not on the list - leave me alone.”

“Just because you’re human doesn’t mean you’re safe. Trust me, I’d know. Maybe they think you’re in the way and kill you anyway.”

“You really know how to make me feel good, Stiles.”, you said sarcastically but you couldn’t hide the smile that spread over your feautures. You found it kind of sweet that Stiles was so concerned about you well-being. Maybe you were getting a little too comfortable  in his company, maybe you lingered a little too long in his arms, maybe you were looking for more and more excuses to spend time with him and maybe you didn’t care.

“So tonight’s a plan.”, he decided and put his hand on his hips. Blue looked really good on him… 

“What’s tonight?”, Liam quizzed, making the two of you flinch and break eye contact. Liam glanced from Stiles to you warily. 

“Stiles invited me over.”

“That I did.”

“Pobably not a good idea. If someone’s coming after you the two of you wil die in an instant. You should come to my place instead.”

“Yeah, because she’s safer with a victim, on a death list. Nice one.”

Liam huffed and opened his mouth to say something but you shushed him. You did the same thing to Stiles as he attempted to speak up too. 

“Liam, you’re being weird, stop it. Stiles, stop being rude.”, you turned to your classmate fully with a frown on your face. 

“I’m gonna go to Stiles’ place tonight and you should probably go to Scott’s - he can keep you safe. Now stop bothering me. Both of you!” 

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“I swear it’s no use to even try.”, you moaned in annoyance while wiggling around on Stiles’ bed with your phone in your hand. You were dangerously close to breaking your Candy Crush highscore since research just didn’t seem to work out tonight. Stiles, on the other hand stared at the screen of his laptop intently. 

“Mhm.”, he replied even though you were pretty sure he wasn’t listening to a word you said. 

“Stiles.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You rolled your eyes at his lack of attention and sat up to watch his back while he typed away furiously on the keyboard.

“Stiles, can we have sex?”, you asked innocently, curious to see his reaction. Whether he was paying attention or not, the reply would be interesting.

“Sure.”, he said monotonous. With a sigh, you got up and walked up to him, your head over his shoulder. He was still looking up one of the older suspects. He was pretty successful with killing people on the list.

“Really? I’m not quite sure I could handle it if you fucked me.”

“W-what?”, Stiles asked, finally registering your words and noticing your hot breath on his neck. 

“I said maybe you should call it a day. We can continue tomorrow. No research anymore.”, you lied smoothly and shut off the device. Stiles stared at the now dark screen with open mouth. “Now c’mon, Law & Order is on.”

You had already prepared a few snacks and got a few blankets ready downstairs as Stiles finally tapped down to join you. He watched you preparing some more stuff while you were unaware of his attention.

 You turned around as you head his steps coming closer but before you could say anything, he cupped your cheek and crashed his lips into yours.

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UPDATE (what’s coming up)

Hi! Hello!

I just posted the newest imagine. It’s a Stiles Stilinski x Reader one and you can find it right HERE. If you would like me to write a part two to it, let me know! I have an idea to continue the storyline and if you guys want it, I would love to write it (:

Up next is the continuation of a Stydia drabble I wrote, which you can find right HERE. At request, I’ll be making it into an imagine to elaborate on the favor Jackson needs and how Stiles and Lydia will deal with it. I have the idea in my head, but I can’t tell exactly when I will finish and post it.

Have a good day/night. I love you guys ^_^

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Hi Couldyou an imagine where u ad stiles were best friends but u go cause u killed someone and don't speak until Scott gets everyone together again(ur 20)and while ur there Derek metions how stiles had a huge crush on u and was broken when u left <3u

Thank you for requesting! I loved this idea, and I hope you like what I made of it (:

HERE it is!

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Party Revelations

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Requested by Anonymous: “Hi Couldyou an imagine where u ad stiles were best friends but u go cause u killed someone and don't speak until Scott gets everyone together again(ur 20)and while ur there Derek metions how stiles had a huge crush on u and was broken when u left <3u″ Imagine/Drabble: Imagine Word Count: 2334 Warnings: Violence. Blood. Death. It’s not the main focus of the imagine but it’s still in there briefly. A/N: If you want me to make a second part just let me know, I have some ideas. Hope you like it! :) || Feedback is always welcome! Leave whatever thoughts you have on this imagine in my ask box. Posted on: Thursday, 23 June 2016 Request/Feedback: LINK

You didn’t need the sign with ‘Beacon Hills’ largely written on it to know what town you were entering. This had been your home for years. From the day you were born until the night you made a mistake and tried to run away from it.

It never worked. What you had done haunted you wherever you went. The images of that night, the blood and the guilt, it all seemed to follow your every step, no matter how far you managed to get away from the place where it all went wrong.

With the town being a beacon for the supernatural, you always thought that if you ever had to harm someone it was going to be a supernatural creature of some sort, but it had been a normal human being who lost his life because of you.

           You exited the movie theater with Stiles, laughing as he jokingly reminded you of some of the funny scenes from the movie you had just seen. It hadn’t taken you much effort to convince your best friend to go see a comedy with you. He normally got to choose, but for one night you just weren’t feeling the excitement and blood of the movies Stiles always dragged you to.

Once you reached his jeep, the two of you stopped walking. “I think I’m going to walk home,” you said. “It’s a beautiful evening.” You always enjoyed late night walks, and after solving the whole mystery behind the benefactor and its dead pool you finally felt safe again.

Stiles, however, didn’t think of it as such a good idea. “No, nope, no way,” he said. “You see this beauty over here?” He gently patted the hood of his powder blue jeep. “This is called a car, and you are going to get in so I can drive you home.”

You sighed but couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face at the same time. “How about you drive us to your house, and I walk the rest of the way to mine from there,” you suggested.

“This is not up for negotiation,” Stiles told you. He walked around you and opened the car door so you could get into the passenger seat.

“It’s only two blocks!” you whined.

Stiles raised his eyebrows at you. “Easy there,” he said. “I didn’t realize I should have brought a car seat for the toddler I’m giving a ride.”

You narrowed your eyes and glared at him. “Well, if you don’t have one with you then I guess I can’t get in the car with you, can I now?” With that, you turned around and started walking away from Stiles and his jeep.

“Wait!” you heard from behind you. Stiles let out a long sigh. “Okay, fine.”

You turned around with a satisfied smile on your face and got into the passenger seat. It probably wasn’t always fair that you used the fact that you knew exactly how to get your way with Stiles, but you just couldn’t help it.

Stiles closed the door and walked around the hood before getting behind the wheel. He closed the car door and put on his seatbelt, not once looking over at you.

“Thank you,” you said, but Stiles just mumbled something you couldn’t make out and started the engine before driving off.

You just turned on the car radio and listen to some music while Stiles drove home in silence. It wasn’t a long drive, and once you were standing on the Stilinski’s driveway you leaned over to kiss his cheek, something you always did, and got out of the jeep. “See you tomorrow,” you said, before closing the car door and walking off.

The walk home was only peaceful for about a few minutes because you soon took notice of a pair of footsteps following you. They made you nervous, too nervous to look over your shoulder to see who it was. It wasn’t until you rounded a corner that you dared to peek, and your hopes of it maybe being Stiles trying to casually walk along quickly faded when you saw a tall figure in a black hoodie instead.

You sped up your pace and your hand dug into your pocket, getting out your phone and dialing Stiles’ number because he was the first one you thought of. Maybe if you were talking to someone on the phone, the person following you would leave you alone until you got home.

Then you realized getting home was probably not the best idea, because it would tell the person behind you where you lived. So you made a plan to walk around another block and then return to Stiles’ house. The police cruiser on the driveway would hopefully scare the hooded figure off.

Unfortunately, you didn’t even get the chance to put the phone at your ear. The footsteps suddenly came closer really fast and before you could think of what to do you felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around.

The stranger took off his hood, revealing his face, and for a couple of seconds that seemed to last forever you just looked into his eyes as he looked into yours. Then you moved up your hand to get his off your shoulder, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, making you drop your phone in the process.

You didn’t need him to say it out loud in order to know what he was going to do, you saw it in his eyes. It seemed to take away your ability to speak, and all you could do was try to pull yourself out of his grip. It was no use.

His hand that was on your shoulder moved up to touch your face and a tear slipped down your cheek from the corner of your eye as you kept pushing and pulling to get away from him.

That’s when you realized you were only using your arms. You kept your eyes on his because you couldn’t get yourself to look away, but at the same time you moved up your knee and hit him right where it hurt the most. He let out a groan but didn’t let go of you like you had hoped he would.

This time you went for his ankles, kicking him multiple times as the adrenaline pumped through your veins. You could feel his grip on you loosen and you quickly ripped your arm free before pushing him away, using your entire body and all the strength you had left.

The guy stumbled back at quite a high speed, too fast for his own feet to catch up. He tripped and fell backwards onto the sidewalk.

The sound you heard made your heart stop. Your brain’s immediate response was to find a reasonable explanation to what happened apart from the one you didn’t want to be true, but as soon as the blood started pooling around his head, you realized his unfortunate fall had made him bash his head against the concrete and crack his skull.

Your eyes kept staring into his that were still open, but there was no life left in them. They were just dull, dead. Even though you couldn’t look away from those cold eyes, you still managed to crouch down and let your shaking hands search for your phone which you had dropped just a minute earlier, even though it seemed like hours ago to you now.

“Y/N? Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?”

The familiar voice sounding from the speakers made you realize you were still connected to a call with Stiles. A rumbling sound in the background made you assume he was in his jeep, probably driving around trying to find you, worried.

You wanted to tell him but you couldn’t speak. The blood was still coming out of the guy’s head and you felt like you were about to throw up, or faint.

Headlights appeared at the end of the street as Stiles’ jeep rounded the corner and a few seconds later you heard him hang up the phone. The jeep sped up before coming to an abrupt halt a few feet away from you. Stiles jumped out and was about to make his way over to you when he saw the horrors in front of you.

The two of you stood there for a few seconds, your eyes still on the guy as Stiles managed to shift his to you. He walked around the body as widely as he could and took you into his arms as soon as he reached you. His hand turned your face and you buried it in his chest before letting the tears come.

“Shh,” he soothed, stroking your hair and pulling you even closer. “You’re okay, it’s all going to be okay.”

You tried your best to believe him, but in the month that followed you knew it was all too much. You drove by the spot where it happened too many times a week and the rain never seemed to fully wash away the blood. Or maybe you just kept imagining there still being a stain because sometimes you also imagined seeing those dead eyes somewhere.

Either way, you decided to leave. The guilt driving you away from everyone you loved.

There were lots of cars parked outside the building of your destination. You still didn’t quite know how Scott had convinced Derek to let him have a party at his loft for his birthday, but it happened somehow. So after having taken a deep breath to prepare yourself for seeing everyone again after such a long time, you headed inside to join the party.

Derek’s loft was packed with people you had never seen before. Some you recognized, but most you didn’t. It made you realize how much you had missed during those years away from home. Of course you had made new friends of your own and in a way you had created a new home, multiple times in multiple different places even.

“Y/N!” you heard a voice say loudly to be audible over the music. You looked to your left and saw the birthday boy himself had made his way through the dancing crowd over to you.

“Scott!” you said excitedly, happy to see him. “Happy twenty-first!”

Scott thanked you while pulling you into a hug, and took the envelope from you that you gave him, which contained a card and some money. The invite to his party had been on quite short notice, so you had no time to think of a spectacular gift to buy. Scott didn’t seem to mind as he smiled and thanked you again.

“Twenty-one,” you said, shaking your head. “God, you’re old.”

“Hey!” Scott tried to sound offended, but he failed to hide the smile on his face. “You’re next in two months if I remember correctly.”

You laughed and nodded. “Yeah, but I’m young at heart. You’re an old soul. Such a wise man, mister True Alpha.”

Scott rolled his eyes and pretended to hit you with the envelope across the face. “Shut up and enjoy the party,” he said, slightly chuckling.

“Will do, sir,” you answered, before disappearing into the crowd. It felt good to know things weren’t too weird between you two after not having seen each other for so long. Hopefully it would be like that with the rest of your friends as well.

As the party continued you realized that for the most part it really was still the same. You had a nice talk with the girls and danced around laughing and having fun, and they introduced you to a lot of new people as well. There was just one person you saw around a lot but didn’t seem to be able to talk to, even though he was probably the one person you wanted to talk to the most.

Each time you tried to walk up to Stiles, he would walk away when he noticed you. It was clear he didn’t want to say hello, but you just couldn’t seem to understand why. That was, until you ended up talking about it to Derek.

“He is probably just preparing himself for when you take off again,” Derek told you, shrugging his shoulders as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You raised an eyebrow and looked over at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked. It didn’t sound good at all.

“Look, it’s none of my business,” he started to explain, “but you leaving back then messed Stiles up pretty bad.” He took a sip of his drink but never broke eye contact with you.

“Oh,” was all you knew to say. It hurt to learn about this, especially so long after it happened. You didn’t need to know what else to say because Derek already felt free to continue talking anyway.

“Honestly, I think for him it was more than just his best friend leaving town. You see, personally I couldn’t really care less wh-”

You rolled your eyes when you realized where this was going. “Oh, shut up, Derek,” you interrupted him. “I know you missed me.”

Derek rolled his eyes as well. “Just go talk to him.”

You wanted to tell him that you already tried to say hello to Stiles, but Derek would probably just tell you to try again because you apparently didn’t try hard enough. The worst part was that you knew he was right.

Your eyes scanned the room and eventually found Stiles in a corner having a conversation with Scott. They weren’t smiling like they usually did and their conversation actually looked kind of intense. It made you wonder what it was about.

“I will,” you eventually promised Derek, your eyes still on Stiles as you made the promise to yourself as well that you would go talk to the guy who was once your best friend, even though he felt more like a stranger now.

MASTERLIST

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HELLO?? THIS IS AMAZING?? GET ON THIS PEOPLE, GET THE FUCK ON THIS!!

I’M DOING A THING

YES YOU HEARD RIGHT I’M ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING RELATIVELY PRODUCTIVE WHAAAAAAAT

SO i recently realised how much i miss writing soooo…..

I’m writing imagines

yes, i know, it’s a shock to me too. however, now i have some more spare time and i’m going to make use of it. now, these imagines are going to be song based and some requests would be great to get started :) so:

send me a song and the artist with a character [’___’ by ‘___’ with ‘___’] and i’ll write an imagine based on that song, with that character pretty self explanatory 

i hope i can please y’all :)

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Hello perfection. Holy fucking shit.

You Don’t Own Me ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Dylan O’Brien

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 6576

A/N: This is really long lol! But I didn’t want to split it so whatevs. This takes place during 2015 SDCC. I’ve never been to one so forgive me if the schedules and other stuff don’t exactly match up. The gif was my inspiration as well as this song. Also, it says “reader” but I had to give the reader a name and y’all know I don’t like doing the Y/N thing. So here you go enjoy the trashy smut!

It all started a year and a half ago, when I moved out to California from Dallas. Holland and I have been friends since we were kids, so when I told her I was moving she was ecstatic. She had just lost her assistant and I needed a job. It was perfect. What’s a better job than getting to hang out with your best friend all day, everyday?

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Hey there! Before I start can I just say that your writing is amazing and I've been reading your stories all day 😁 if it isn't too much trouble could you write a kind of alternative ending to the scene in Season 3A episode 5 (Frayed) where Scott and Allison are fake fighting but instead of them being awkward they end up getting back together? THANK YOU ⭐️💙

Thank you so much! You have no idea how happy that makes me :)

I loved the challenge of writing an alternative ending to a scene, and I hope you like what I made of it.

HERE it is!

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Titanium

Hey Now - London Grammar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S9XpvsPGWM

Pairing: Scallison (Scott x Allison) Requested by: @yukongoscrewyourself: “if it isn't too much trouble could you write a kind of alternative ending to the scene in Season 3A episode 5 (Frayed) where Scott and Allison are fake fighting but instead of them being awkward they end up getting back together? THANK YOU ⭐️💙″ Imagine/Drabble: Imagine Word Count: 1248 Warnings: None. A/N: Listen to the song linked above while reading, it’s the one that plays during the scene. Hope you like it! :) || Feedback is always welcome! Leave whatever thoughts you have on this imagine in my ask box. Posted on: Friday, 17 June 2016 Request/Feedback: LINK 

Allison looked at the arrow in Scott’s hand as she moved back on her bed until she was sitting against the headrest. She knew that he knew. It was her arrow, and she had been caught.

“I found it outside of the school,” Scott said when she didn’t say anything first, “right where Isaac got Boyd and Cora to turn back.” His eyes shifted from the silver arrowhead to Allison’s face. He knew he was right about this, Allison had been there that night, even though she made an agreement with her dad to stay out of all the danger happening in Beacon Hills.

“How do you know it’s not from the archery team?” Allison suggested, shaking her head as if she was slightly offended. Scott may not have said it out loud, but she knew what he was thinking, and she also knew he wasn’t wrong.

Scott seemed amused at her attempt to deny the obvious. “We don’t have an archery team,” he told her. There were plenty of extracurricular activities available for students at their school, but archery was not one of them. If you wanted to know how to use a bow and arrow, you needed someone else to teach you. Just like Allison had learned everything from her family.

“Oh,” Allison mumbled in response to hearing her last possible way out was being broken down. Why did he have to know that their school didn’t have an archery team?

“And even if we did,” Scott continued, “they probably wouldn’t be using military grade armor-piercing titanium arrowheads.” He flicked his finger against the arrowhead, a brief high sound following when his nail came in contact with the metal.

Allison couldn’t help the tiniest smile from appearing on her face. She was surprised Scott actually knew those details, but he was about to explain to her it wasn’t knowledge he already possessed. Scott had claws, he never learned much about other weapons.

“I looked it up.”

Somehow that didn’t surprise Allison at all. He seemed prepared to confront her with what he found, so it was only obvious that he had done his research first. That way he would be absolutely sure he knew wat he was saying. However, that did not mean Allison was ready to give in. “Maybe it’s one of my father’s.”

Scott wasn’t giving in either. “I thought you guys had some kind of agreement where you both stay out of all this.”

That’s when Allison understood why Scott was here. He didn’t just come to tell her he knew she was at the school that night. “Is that why you came here?” she asked. “To tell me to stay out of this?”

Scott was silent for a moment, looking at Allison who now did seem actually offended. “No,” he told her in all honesty.

“Okay,” Allison smiled, leaning forward to grab some clothes from her bed. “Well, I can take care of myself.” She got up and started putting away the clothes, Scott turning to follow her movements with his eyes.

“I know,” he assured her, “but these guys, Allison, if you didn’t notice, they’re pretty terrifying. Plus, they have some serious advantages, like superhuman strength.”

Allison stopped what she was doing to turn towards Scott. “You’re pretty strong and I can handle you,” she said, the tone of her voice slightly teasing as she smiled at him.

Scott laughed, amused by her comment. “Me?” he scoffed.

The smile on Allison’s face disappeared when she realized he didn’t agree with her. “You don’t think I’d have a chance against you?”

“I didn’t say that,” Scott said, but he hesitated while pronouncing his words.

Allison shook her head, not willing to believe this lack of trust. “Maybe you didn’t notice,” she said, “but I’m pretty good with a bow and arrow.”

“Okay, well, what if you didn’t have it?” Scott shot back. “I still have super strength.”

“I have skills and training,” Allison argued, realizing exactly what kind of conversation this had become and taking on the challenge to prove to Scott she could kick his ass despite his supernatural advantages.

Scott raised his eyebrows. “I have claws,” he said. He lifted up his hand and wiggled his fingers mockingly to emphasise his point.

Allison thought about his words for just a second. “I’m smarter,” she decided.

“Well, I’m faster,” was Scott’s immediate response.

However, Allison had to disagree on that. “Prove it,” she challenged him.

Scott definitely hadn’t seen that one coming. He looked at Allison, trying to determine if she was just kidding or if she really wanted him to prove to her that he could kick her ass, but he knew she was serious when she swung her arm out at him. Although he easily stopped it with his hand, he was still surprised she actually tried to have a swing at him.

But Allison wasn’t done yet. She had a determined look on her face as she moved her other arm to have another try at throwing a punch at him, but Scott easily managed to stop that one, too. He held her wrists in his hands and spun the two of them around, pulling Allison closer towards him in the process.

Their noses were touching at that point and they looked into each other’s eyes deeply. There was something about that moment, something about the way the air moved between them, and they both felt it. Both their heartbeats sped up and their breathing became heavier as the seconds ticked by.

Allison was the one to break the silence. “Kiss me,” she whispered, longing for his lips as she realized how she missed them and, most importantly, how much she needed them. She couldn’t deny it anymore.

Scott immediately did as he was told, without any hesitation. His lips were on hers in an instant and they moved against each other in a passionate kiss. Scott’s hands unclasped from around Allison’s wrists and moved to her waist instead, holding her gently. Allison put hers in his neck while moving closer so their bodies were touching.

They didn’t break apart for quite some heavenly passionate minutes. When they did, both were smiling as they looked into each other’s eyes. Scott rested his forehead against Allison’s, both of them were breathing heavily.

“I’ve missed you,” Scott mumbled, bringing one of his hands up to gently cup her cheek. He stroked her skin with his thumb, making Allison’s lips curl up into an even bigger smile.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she admitted. She didn’t know it until that moment.

They stood like that for another couple of minutes, their lips finding their way back to each other occasionally to steal a few kisses. It didn’t feel strange at all, there was no heavy load on their shoulders because they were broken up and had just kissed. No words needed to be said because it had finally become perfectly clear to the both of them that the breakup was a mistake.

No matter how hard things got and how complicated things were between them, Scott and Allison were meant to be together. That moment right there made them realize it, and without any words they made a promise to remember it. They just looked at each other and knew, they just knew this was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Their love was like the arrow this whole turn of events had started with; strong and unique. It was titanium.

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hey babe :)) so idk if you remember when i wrote that short shitty isaac thingy for ya but i was thinking and… this sorta happened. it’s kinda short and very shit again and probably really depressing too woah haha i wish i didn’t do this now ahahah wow um okay do what you want with this idc oh god i’m rambling again haha sorry wow shit

“Why didn’t you tell me?” My words hung in the clammy air of the boarding gates. People stared at us from all round. I guess we probably looked like something from a movie; a girl runs to the airport in her pyjamas and pink fluffy slippers at 3am to stop her boyfriend from leaving the country. I didn’t care what people thought, though. Not while I was about to lose him.

The bags under his eyes were like gaping black holes and his hair was greasy, matted to his forehead. He was a mess. His brown duffle bag hung over his shoulder as he averted his eyes to the floor, unable to make eye contact. He said nothing.

“Isaac, I understand why you want to leave. But were you seriously going to leave without telling me?”

He sighed, “Callie, I-“

“I thought you loved me,” I whispered.

His eyes widened. He held my face, his hand resting on my cheek, “Callie, of course I love you. I was going to tell you, I promise. I just didn’t want you to try and stop me.”

“I wouldn’t stop you.” I stopped for a moment. I rephrased, “I won’t stop you. I get it, you need to get out of here, and this place has bad memories. I just wish I had that choice.”

He looked at me in sympathy. We both knew that I couldn’t leave, not yet. I had to stay, look after the rest of the pack. But could I really do it? Without him here? Damn, he hadn’t even left and I was missing him.

“Excuse me, Sir,” we turned around, greeted by a flight attendant, “this flight is leaving in 3 minutes.”

My gaze shifted to the floor. This is it, I thought, this is when I lose him. He placed a finger under my chin, causing me to turn back and look him in the eye. “I love you,” he whispered, “I love you more than anything.”

My hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and attaching our lips. They moved slowly together, enveloping each other’s heart in warmth and love. It was a soft yet passionate kiss. We were clinging on to each other, as if letting go would cause us to lose both the other and ourselves, although his fingers cupped my face so gently that I could barely feel his thumbs stroking my cheeks. His lips tasted of salty tears, slightly chapped yet as soft as his touch.

We parted slightly, my arms still resting on his shoulders as my fingers clasped behind his head. He tilted his head forward, leaning his forehead against mine softly. I could feel his breath against my face, tickling my nose slightly. I wanted to stay in the moment forever, to just stop time and be with him forever. But I knew that couldn’t happen.

“Isaac, you’re going to miss your flight,” I whispered, so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard it without his enhanced senses.

He nodded slightly, standing up straight. He kissed me on the top of my head, muttering a last ‘I love you’ into my hair. I didn’t even look at him as he walked away. I couldn’t. I listened to his footsteps, counting each heart breaking thump. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…

“Isaac,” I called out, raising my gaze from the floor. He turned around steadily, tears clearly about to fall from his eyes. I fiddled with the end of my sleeve. “Please stay in touch,” I begged, my voice cracking towards the end.

He opened his arms and started walking forward. I met him half way, locking my arms around his waist. His hand on the back of my head pulled me towards him, causing my face to press into his chest and my tears to stain his jumper. I didn’t cry often, but the thought of Isaac leaving was enough to set me off. And I knew that it was the same for him as I heard his soft sniffles from above me.

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Just wanted to let you guys know that I am currently working on a Scallison imagine request. It will be up somewhere this week, not sure when yet. I love you guys (:

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holy fucking shit

I feel like stiles would have an oral fixation.....

You and I, my friend, are on the same page there…

He licked his lips as he looked up at you, your legs spread wide open for him as he crawled down your body, a hungry look in his eyes. You were already dripping wet with anticipation, knowing that the way Stiles always licked his lips was just a preview as to what he could actually do with that tongue. He kept eye contact with you as those long, calloused fingers slid up through your folds, coating them in your juices and he hummed in satisfaction. You strained your neck up, not wanting to miss one second of seeing him as he dipped his head and his tongue traced the path his fingers had made just moments ago. 

“Holy fuck,” you whimpered as he circled around your clit, making your body jerk at the sensation. 

“You know no one can eat you like I can, baby. Why do you keep trying to fight it?” His warm breath fans over your core and you moan. Two fingers slip deep inside you, his lips wrapping around your bundle of nerves and he starts to slowly pump his fingers and suck lazily on your clit. 

You lean up on your elbows to see him more clearly, those amber eyes looking up mischievously at you. He was right, nobody could eat pussy like Stiles Stilinski. That mouth of his was good for two things; sarcastic comments and making you come…multiple times. You don’t know why you continue to deny it, because it always ends like this, with his head buried between your thighs, you screaming his name.

Stiles hooks those fingers just right, stroking against that sweet spot he’s all-too-familiar with, nibbling on your clit and you squeeze your thighs around his head, throwing your head back. You can feel that inevitable tightening deep in the pit of your stomach, the burning heat of your release surfacing and ready to rip you apart. His fingers move faster and his tongue moves down, flicking against your core to collect some of your wetness before he moves back up and latches back onto your clit, sucking furiously. He lifts your leg over his shoulder, his hand caressing down the backside of your thigh and over your ass. You’re right there, ready to fall over and crash into oblivion as he hits that spot once more and his hand comes down hard on the side of your ass. Your orgasm erupts within you, your back arching off the bed and you scream his name. You can feel his victorious smile against your sensitive skin as he continues to carry you through your release. Your fingers tug at his hair, pulling his face as close to you as you can, your hips bucking against his face. 

You fall back, flat against the bed, basking in your post orgasmic haze. Stiles crawls up beside you, his fingers in his mouth and a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Admit it, you’re powerless against me,” he winks and it makes you angry.

“Fuck off, Stilinski,” you slam a pillow into the side of his face and can’t help but laugh…because it’s totally true.

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31 for malisaac ?

31. “I love you.”

The words werestill echoing through her head as Malia ran thought the woods of Beacon Hillswhere she had spent so many years on her own. Only this time, she was runningon two human legs, instead of four coyote ones. It was something she had gottenused to in the past year. Being in human form was normal for her now, butinteracting like a human being was still hard. That’s why she was running.

Isaac hadtold her three simple words and the only thing Malia could think of was toflee, which is what she did. She had opened the door of Isaac’s parked car andbolted out into the night.

After aboutten minutes she started slowing down, and after a few more minutes Maliastopped moving forward entirely. She leaned against one of the many treessurrounding her and tried to catch her breath. It wasn’t that she was tiredfrom running through the woods, the reason why she couldn’t breathe was becauseof what Isaac told her.

The soundof a branch snapping made her look up, and she knew it was him before he cameout from between the trees and bushes.

Maliastarted rambling before Isaac could start the conversation. “I-I’m sorry,” shebreathed, still leaning against the tree and trying to get her breathing backto normal. “I don’t know why… I guess I panicked… It’s just… I don’t know howto do this, how to react to something like that.”

Isaacwalked up to her with a slight smile on his face, making Malia sigh in reliefbecause he wasn’t mad at her for running away from him in the middle of such animportant conversation. He took her hands in his once he was in front of herand brought one up to press his lips against her soft skin.

“I’msorry,” Malia said again, looking down at their hands.

Isaac letgo of one of her hands to gently grab her chin and make her look up at him.“Don’t be,” he said, his voice as gentle as his touch. “Like I said, I love you. If you’re not ready to sayit back, then don’t say it back. I shouldn’t have blurted it out so suddenly,but I’m also not going to take it back.”

“I don’twant you to,” Malia said immediately, shaking her head at the thought of Isaactaking back those beautiful words. “I-I love you, too.”

The spacethat was left between them was quickly closed when Isaac pulled Malia againsthim and connected their lips. The kiss was different, it was light, but it alsoweighed heavily with meaning. It was a promise, it was love.

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stydia + 17

17. “I need a favor.”

Stiles andLydia were in Lydia’s room, Stiles’ shirt already on the floor and their lipsmoving against each other perfectly, when the sound of the doorbell ringingechoed through the house. Stiles groaned and Lydia chuckled against his lips.It was always good to know Stiles didn’t like to be interrupted when doingsomething like this.

She pulledback with a slight smile. “Hold that thought,” she mumbled before leavingStiles alone in the room to check who was at the door.

Stiles letout an exaggerated sigh and let himself fall backwards so he landed on the bedand stared up at the ceiling. He was definitely going to hold that thought,planning to make more pieces of clothing end up on the floor once Lydia cameback.

“W-what areyou doing here?” he heard her say once she had opened the front door. It madehim frown and he quickly got up from the bed and rushed downstairs after havingput his shirt back on.

In thehallway stood someone Stiles thought, and kind of hoped, he would never seeagain.

“Jackson?” Stilesblinked a few times and shook his head, as if trying to make the boy disappearagain.

Jacksonlooked past Lydia and frowned in unpleasant surprise. “Stiles? What are you-” Buthe stopped himself and shook his head. “You know what, never mind.” He turnedback to face his ex-girlfriend, who didn’t seem to know how to respond to thissurprise visit. “I need a favor,” hetold her.

“You what?”Stiles choked. He rapidly shook his head and walked up to Lydia, wrapping aprotective arm around her shoulder. “She owes you nothing. Now leave.”

Lydiafinally seemed to catch up on what was happening. She moved closer into Stiles’body and looked up at him. “Couldn’t we at least listen to what he has to say?”she suggested.

Stiles’ jawdropped. “W-we could, yeah,” he said, “but we don’t have to.” He had absolutelyno interest in hearing what Jackson had to say. Stiles had never liked him andthe feeling had always been mutual. From the way Jackson glared at him, he couldtell that hadn’t changed.

Lydiasighed and seemed to think about it for a moment. “Let’s sit down and talk,”she eventually decided, much to Stiles’ disapproval.

The threeof them walked over to the living room. Stiles sat down on the couch first andpulled Lydia down beside him, leaving Jackson with no other choice than to siton the other couch alone to tell whatever it was he had to say to them.

I have an idea to work this out into an imagine where Stydia would deal with Jackson and the favor he needs, so in case anyone is interested in that, feel free to request it, I’d love to write it for you :)That being said, thank you for requesting this drabble, I hope you like it!Want one like these? Click here for the list of prompts!

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Hello you're so lovely? I love you? Oh my god?? Yes??? :)))

Hello?? Why are you talking like this?? It's weird?? I would never do that?? Like?? Ever?? It's not like I just did?? In that reblog?? Nah?? Wth Callie???

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Hello this is amazing?? I love this?? Oh my god?? Yes?????

Drive - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Halsey Series 4

Halsey Masterlist

I said it may get smutty, but it’s not gonna becuase I decided to focus more on their feelings and make it more angsty bc that’s the song to me ya feel? there is a slight make out [slightly more heated kiss] tho?

Summary; On a college road trip, your feelings about leaving each other surface, but it’s not as simple as that. It seems like all you do is drive, and think about any feelings that you hide. Even though living in the present seems like utter bliss, there’s something about the future you can’t forget.

Warning; I mean it gets angsty? Maybe? idk man. I quite like it :) slight hint at smut [maybe?] towards the beginning but I wouldn’t say it’s anything major :) also you make it for like five minutes

Word count; 1,435

Note: You are not dating. At all. Any suggestions to that means you have had sexual relations in the past, but you are not dating and never have dated either.

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How cute is this?? New fav

Allison- Not At All

Request-  Hi, could you write an Allison imagine where her and the reader are in a long distance relationship. They met each other on tumblr/twitter but they’ve never met in person. And the reader surprises her by flying to her house for their third year anniversary?

A/N- Here it is. That’s the last of my requests guys. Thanks for a good round. 

You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the blue Toyota, shutting the door as slowly as you possibly could. You stared up at the tall apartment building before you and concluded that it must have been at least nine floors. One good thing about it was that you knew it would take a while to get to where you were going, but that did nothing to quell your anxiety. “Y/n?” the tiny girl standing on the other side of the car asked. “Are you coming?” The strawberry blonde stared at you expectantly, her eyebrows raised as she pulled her purse over shoulder. You frowned as you met her eyes, and she realized you were having second thoughts. “Y/n,” she told you as she walked over, her heels clicking on the pavement. “Don’t tell me you want to go back to the airport?” “Uh-” you said uneasily. “Good!” she chirped, cutting you off. “Because I’m not taking you back.” “Lydia,” you said slowly. “What if she hates me?” The girl laughed. “What? Y/n, you and Allison have been dating for three years.” “Online!” you hissed. “We’ve never met in person, Lydia, and this….this is crazy!” Lydia sighed and placed her hands on your shoulders. To anyone who passed by in the parking lot, you would have looked like a close pair of friends, one supporting the other. No one would have ever suspected that you had just met Lydia at the airport that morning. “Y/n,” she began. “This might be a little unorthodox, but you have been together three years. It’s not like you haven’t seen each other, just not face to face. Allison is my best friend. I know how much you mean to her, and I think my idea to fly you out here was genius.” “You know,” you told her. “Crazy can often be mistaken for genius…” “This isn’t crazy,” Lydia insisted. “It’s brilliant. And trust me, all this anxiety is going to be worth it once you see the look on her face.” “The look of complete and utter shock?” you questioned. “The look of complete and utter love,” she corrected with a bright smile. “Now, leave your bag in the car. I can’t have you freaking out and trying to bolt.” You sighed and tossed your bag back into the car, shooting one last glance up at the apartment building. Lydia was right when she said that coming to see your online girlfriend of three years was a little unorthodox, but when she had initially called you a month ago to plan it, you had been excited. You had originally gotten in touch with Allison through your blog on Tumblr, one that displayed a wide array of guns and archery products for your father’s store. When your father had asked you to help him create a website for it, you had offered to do him one better and make a Tumblr account as well. You had been sure it would help you reach a wider array of people because it was a little more personal than just a simple web address. In the end, you had been right, and the sales had nearly doubled since you first started the blog. With the ability to message the store directly, you had gotten a fair amount of customers inquiring about certain items. About three years ago, soon after you had begun your senior year of high school, you got a message from a girl your age. She had wanted to know about a rare bow you had just gotten in stock, and after instant messaging for just  a few minutes, she had impressed you with her knowledge of archery. She seemed to really like the sport, and it wasn’t until a few months later that you actually realized what she was using it for. After talking to each other almost non-stop night after night, you learned that her name was Allison Argent. That was when you realized that Allison wasn’t just interested in archery for sport, but that she actually used it to carry on the Argent name. When you brought it up to your father, he informed you that he had actually worked with Allison’s father in the past. “The Argents were always very strict,” he had told you. “But they’ve become a bit more relaxed in the past few years after losing so many of their members. The ones that are alive are the ones you’d want to have around.” Once you realized that you and Allison had one very prominent thing in common, you became even closer. You both came from hunting families and knew things that not many people did. Allison didn’t get the opportunity to vent very often, and in you, she found a new best friend. It wasn’t long until you both started to develop feelings for each other, and one night over facetime she had confessed that she wished she could be there with you. “One day,” you had told her as you sat cross-legged on your bed. “And we can have a sleepover and eat junk food, and do all the things that best friends do.” “I’m your best friend?” Allison had asked with a small smile on her face. You had flushed. “I think I’ve been more honest with you than I’ve ever been with anyone in my life.” You watched as Allison’s smile grew even wider on the screen. “I’m glad you feel like you can tell me the truth. But…I don’t think I’ve been entirely honest with you.” “What?” you had asked, nervousness obvious in your tone. “Don’t worry,” she had assured you. “It’s just, all that stuff you said we could do? I’d love to do it, but…maybe as more than your best friend?” “Like…like my girlfriend?” you had asked slowly. Allison flushed. “Is that crazy?” “No,” you had told her, a grin working its way onto your face. “Not at all.” Ever since that night, you and Allison had been officially together, even though you had never met face to face. You loved Allison for the person she was as a whole and you didn’t have to be next to her to really see who she was. So when her best friend Lydia called you a month ago and suggested that you come to Beacon Hills for a surprise anniversary visit, you couldn’t say no. “Come on,” Lydia prompted as she grabbed onto your arm. “She loves you and there’s no way she could possibly love you less when she sees you in person.” You were silent as Lydia dragged you toward the building, but you weren’t entirely sure she was right. What if Allison didn’t like you as much when she saw you up close? What if she decided that you weren’t really the person she wanted to be with?

Allison stood in front of the mirror, finishing off her makeup with one last brush of her mascara wand. Lydia had texted her thirty minutes ago, insisting that she put on some makeup and look her best for their impending shopping day. She was due over any minute and when the knock sounded at the apartment door, Allison was ready to go. She walked into the living room and grabbed her cardigan that had been hanging on the back of the couch. With one last look to make sure she had everything in her purse, she headed over to open the door. “Hey,” Allison said with a grin. “You ready to go?” Lydia smiled at her as she stood in the doorway, an odd smirk that made Allison think that the banshee knew something she didn’t. “Not quite.” “Lydia?” Allison asked. “Is everything okay?” “I have a surprise for you,” she announced. “Something you’ve been waiting for for a really long time.” “What?” the brunette questioned. “But it’s not even my birthday for another few months.” “But it is a special day,” Lydia pointed out. “You know what? I’d like to take back what I said earlier. It’s nothing something, it’s someone. Y/n! You can come out now.” “Y/n?” Allison asked with wide eyes. “Lydia, what-” But Allison never got time to finish, because in a few moments, you were appearing from one of the dark corners of Allison’s hall. The brunette stared at you in shock as you walked toward her, completely dumbfounded, but it didn’t take long for a smile to appear on her face. “Y/n?” she asked. “You’re here? You’re here for me?” “Surprise,” you told her, feeling your stomach begin to flutter with nerves. “Happy three years.” “Oh my god,” Allison breathed. Suddenly she was darting toward you, throwing her arms around your shoulders and giving them a loving squeeze. You might have been apprehensive about visiting at first, but when you saw the love in her eyes as she pulled away, all of your doubts vanished into thin air. As her brown eyes met yours, she quickly leaned in and before you knew it, she was kissing you. If you were being honest, you had had a lot of dreams, daydreams, and fantasies about kissing Allison. After all you did love her, so why wouldn’t you? As she pressed her soft, pink lips against yours, you didn’t remember all the ways you thought it might have felt, but you were sure of one thing. Whatever it was, the real thing was a thousand times better. “God, I-I had no idea,” she gushed as she disconnected her lips from yours. “You flew all the way here for our anniversary?” “You know,” you told her. “It wasn’t exactly my idea. But I’m glad I agreed to it.” “Lydia!” Allison squealed. “Thank you! God, you’re the best friend ever!” Lydia simply smiled, obviously pleased with herself. After this, Allison knew that her ego would probably take years to deflate. “So, you uh, don’t think this is crazy?” you asked her hesitantly. Allison smiled and leaned forward, and she remembered the words you had shared the night she had first told you her feelings. Her short, brown hair tickled your cheek as she leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Not at all.”