Request: 1. Omg I hope I explain it as short and simple as possible :D Y/N is William and Chris friend since forever. She hangs out with them and other boys all the time but she’s not fuckgirl, on contrary she respects herself and she tries to accept their behavior. She loves them so she always patches them up after a fight, has night talks with Chris aand always comes with him (or both) to school. She’s considered as ‘the coolest’ girl in school: smart, confident, pretty with popular friends.

• 2. William is the only one who knows that she’s madly in love with Chris but because of what he’s doing she can’t be with him. And she’s jealous about girls and is getting tired of his flirting with her and hugging her, calling her 'his girl’ in front of everyone. So finally William talks to Chris to either leave her alone or hook up with her.
• 3. I thought it should end with her showing up in hoodie (she always had one but without any mark on it) and this time Chris’s name is in red but maybe she told him she needs time to think about it so he had no idea what she decides and like everyone looks at her thinking he finally broke 'untouchable ice queen’. Okay, it came longer than I thought :D I hope that’s good :D anyway thanks! Skam is my new obsession since yesterday, kind of because of you :D
  

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Originally posted by wandarogers

“We’ve talked about this before, William.”

“Doesn’t mean I understand why you can’t just go for it.”

“Because,” you sigh, shaking your head as you lean back in your seat. Absentmindedly, you take a bite out of your food, biting your bottom lip. “How am I supposed to know if he even remotely feels the same about me if all he does is flirt with other girls?”

Your words cause you to frown, your shoulders falling as William’s lips curve downwards into a frown. Even if you don’t speak of it all that much, William is aware of how you feel about both him and Chris’ actions and how often you sleep with a new girl. He knows you try your best to accept them for who they are, given how long you’ve been friends with the two of them. But he knows that it upsets you, especially when it comes to Chris.

“I mean,” you continue after a moment, letting your chin fall into the palm of your hand with a huff. “He flirts with me all day, calls me ‘his girl’ and scares off any boy that even attempts to talk to me that isn’t you, but yet, the second we’re at a party, it’s like I don’t even exist. He’s playing mind games with me, William.”

William’s lips part to reply but something catches his attention. You turn your head over your shoulder, following his line a vision only to feel your body tense when you realize it’s Chris, along with a few other of the Penetrator boys. Instantly, you turn your attention back to William who offers a simple frown your way before raising his eyes to greet his friends, a smile falling on his lips as he does so.

You keep your gaze straight, slightly closed off from the rest as you stare at something past William. Even if you already know he won’t, there’s a part of you that hopes Chris will just sit next to someone else that day. You don’t know if you can handle another lunch of him flirting and holding you close, treating you like more than just a friend, just for him to revert back to his old self at the party that’s supposed to happen tonight.

“There’s my girl.”

But, of course, your wishes are unheard. After Chris and William greet each other, you feel Chris slide into the seat next to you, instantly wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulls you close to his side, unwillingly pulling your gaze on him as he smiles down at you, albeit a little confused. “Hey,” he calls, softer so only you can hear. 

Biting your bottom lip, you nod; “hey.”

You watch as Chris turns to William, furrowing his brows in question as the boy simply shrugs back at him in response. Mentally, you thank William for not saying anything, even though you knew he wouldn’t.

Turning his full attention on you, you shift slightly underneath Chris’ touch, noting how close he holds you against himself. Chris’ smile slowly fades as he frowns down at you, eyes narrowing in concern. “You okay?” He asks, “you seem off.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod, brushing off his concern as you tuck a strand of lose hair behind your ear. “Just not feeling a hundred percent.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, “you sure?”

Feigning a smile, you nod again; “yup. Promise.”

Chris nods, obviously not convinced but knowing that you don’t wanna talk about it further, leaves it. Instead, he straightens his shoulder as he finally notices your attire, a smirk falling on his lips. “I thought you said you didn’t like this hoodie,” he comments, raising a brow as he tugs as the hem of the material slightly.

Swatting his hand away lazily, you roll your eyes. “I don’t,” you emphasize, shaking your head at the smug smirk on his lips. “It was just cold this morning, and I couldn’t find anything else to wear.”

“That’s why you still have it on?”

“…Shut up.”

Chris lets out a chuckle, relenting on his teasing and turning to the rest of the table. You slowly fade out of the conversation, sitting there as you let your mind wander. You knew it was silly and childish of you, but you can’t help but feel jealous and upset about the entire situation. When you realized you’d begun to grow feelings for Chris, you’d known you were doomed. The boy was a player and even if he’d never treated you like he treated some of the girls he slept with, didn’t mean he’d ever be serious with you.

You were friends, close friends at that, and that’s why you were different. Because Chris didn’t see you in that light. And the only reason why he flirted with you was because that was just in his nature. He flirted with every girl.

You’re only saving grace was William, whom of which you’d been friends with just as long as you’d been friends with Chris for. Somewhere along the way, when you’d first started to grow feelings for Chris, William hadn’t been able to spot a difference in your behaviour. He didn’t take him long before he questioned you on that matter, and you never had been that great at lying, so you caved, telling him the truth.

He was the only one who knew, and a lot of the time, he was there for you to vent to. Without him, you’re sure you would’ve gone insane.

“You’re coming to the party tonight, right, Y/N?”

It takes you a moment to realize the question is directed at you. You blink, turning to Chris, William and the others with a sort of dumbfounded expression. “Sorry, what?”

The group of them let out a chuckle, William shaking his head; “you coming to the party at mine tonight?”

“Oh,” you mumble, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

You didn’t really want to, but you knew that Chris and William wouldn’t stop pestering you until you agreed to. So, it was best just to agree straight away.

“Awesome,” Chris grins your way, pulling you closer with a squeeze before turning back to William. “And hey, dude, you invited her, right?”

Suddenly, you find yourself paying close attention to the conversation unlike before. Chris’ words spike your attention but at the same time cause a feeling of dread to flood you, frowning as you briefly meet William’s gaze before he returns his own to his friend, nodding. 

“Yeah, I did.”

Chris nods, smirking. “Thanks,” he say nonchalantly, “i’m hoping to score with her tonight.”

You don’t even know who he speaks of, but your stomach twists with jealousy and disgust. This isn’t the first time you’ve ever had to sit and listened to the two go one about some girl they were hoping to have sex with or already had sex with. It wasn’t even the second or third, you’d heard this conversation so many times, but your patience was growing then and especially when it came to Chris being the one.

William, aware of your reaction, nodded; “you think you have a chance?”

“Pretty sure,” Chris shrugs, “she seemed pretty interested in me, so–”

“Sorry,” you suddenly call, pushing yourself up to your feet and out of Chris’ grip. Your sudden movement causes the attention of the entire table and you ignore the questioning and concerned look Chris sends you, scrambling to grab your things. “I’ve… I just remembered, there’s something I’ve got to do. I’ll… I’ll see you guys tonight.”

You walk off without another word, leaving behind an utterly and completely baffled Chris.

Turning to William, Chris shakes his head; “what was that?”

Sighing, William decides enough is enough. He couldn’t stand to see you this way anymore, and even if he’d promised you he wouldn’t say anything, he needed to do something.

“Chris, there’s something you should know.”

-

Just as you finished applying mascara, the doorbell rang.

It caused you to pause, confusion flooding you. Grabbing your phone off of your bathroom counter, you checked the time, frowning when you realized that it was still only sixish. William and Chris weren’t supposed to come pick you up until seven and you definitely didn’t have any other expected company.

The doorbell rings again before you can dwell for too much longer. With a huff, you set down your mascara, screwing the cap shut and mentally thanking the fact that your parents weren’t home. They definitely wouldn’t have appreciated whoever was at the door right now.

“I’m coming, i’m coming,” you call with a sigh once the doorbell rings again, picking up the speed in your step. You tuck your hair back as you unlock your door, pulling it open, your gaze flickering upwards to greet whoever was at your door. You pause, however, the moment your eyes meet Chris’.

“Hey,” he calls, unusually sullen.

Blinking, you shake your head, silently stepping back to invite the boy in. “What’re you doing here?” You ask without greeting, shutting the door behind him once he’s all the way in. “The party isn’t for another hour or so–”

“I’m actually here to talk to you,” Chris explains once you’ve turned to face him again. Your brows furrow at his words, taking a step towards him, waiting for him to say something. When he remains silent, you glance around in question, shrugging your shoulders.

“Okay,” you nod, raising a brow. “What’d you need to talk about?”

“William talked to me…”

There’s something about the way he says it and phrases that catches your attention. It was’t odd for William to speak to Chris, obviously, but for Chris to mention it to you and say it with that look in your eyes, you knew what that meant. You feel your chest tighten in nerves in response, body tensing as you swallow thickly, fiddling with your heads.

“Okay…”

“Y/N, he told me about your feelings.”

There it is.

You don’t respond right away. Instead, you simply stare back at Chris for a moment before shrugging. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“What do you want me say?” You snap, despite yourself. “So, Will told you about my feelings, it’s not like it matters. Nothing is going to change.”

“He didn’t just tell me about your feelings, Y/N,” Chris calls, catching your arm before you walk off. You blink, glancing up at him surprise as he frowns down at you. He’s oddly serious, more serious than you’ve seen him in a long time. Truth be told, you’re not really sure how to react. “He told me to make a decision. To either leave you alone, or to accept how I feel about you.”

What?

“It’s not even a choice,” Chris says and you feel your heart plummet.

“Oh…” You mumble, lowering your gaze. “Then, why–”

“No, no,” Chris interrupts with urgency, shaking his head down at you. “It’s not a choice because I made it long ago. I choose you, Y/N.”

Brows furrowing, you pause in confusion. “But… all those girls you hook up, the girl tonight–”

“Were distractions,” Chris says simply. “Distractions from you. Because I thought you didn’t return my feelings. But now that I know you do, then I have already made my decision. And that decision is you Y/N. It’s always going to be you.”

His words should’ve brought you join. Should’ve made you smile with glee and for that feeling in your chest to disappear, but it doesn’t. Because something doesn’t settle right. To use girls, lead them on like that, to distract himself… who’s to know Chris wouldn’t get bored with you then? Won’t end treating you like he treats every other girl?

“Why aren’t you happy?”

“Because,” you mumble, avoiding his eyes. “I’m sure how to feel.”

Chris’ brows furrow and then he’s cupping your cheeks, bringing your gaze on him as he glances down at you hopefully. “Smile,” he encourages, “because now we both know how we truly feel. We can–”

“We can what, Chris?” You interrupt, sounding harsher then you meant. Huffing, you pull his hands away. “Whose to say you won’t get bored of me or treat me like you treat every other girl you’ve dated? I care about you Chris, and yes, I have feelings for you. I have for a long time, but…”

“I would never,” Chris argues, shaking his head down at you. He takes a step towards you, hoping to reach out for you, but you step back. “I would never do that to you, Y/N. You matter to me too much.”

“I need time,” you whisper, glancing down at your hands. “Time to think.”

And that’s what you did, think. Chris, despite wanting to, didn’t argue and left shortly after. He was disappointed, you could tell. He’d obviously expected more from that conversation but you just hadn’t known how to feel.

You hadn’t slept much that night, nor did you go to the party. You were too busy thinking.

Around one, you decided to call William. He seemed nervous at first, but once he realized you weren’t angry, he was a lot more open about the conversation. You told him about your doubts and about how you weren’t sure, and shook your head when William told you you should just give Chris a chance. That you weren’t giving him a chance.

And yeah, you’d scoffed at that. Thought William was only saying that because Chris was his best buddy.

But then, William had told you that Chris hadn’t even gone to the party. Called saying he wasn’t feeling well and just wanted to go home and sleep. And you guessed, you’d just assumed that Chris would go to the party, let out his frustrations and sleep with the girl he’d planned to before. But he hadn’t, and it made you see the situation in a new light.

Maybe Chris really did care for you and care for your feelings. He’d passed up being with a girl he’d talk to for months because you’d turned him down. Because he knew you liked him now and that meant that he didn’t need a distraction anymore.

He didn’t excuse his actions, but it did give some reasoning to them.

And just like that, you knew what you needed to do.

-

“Hey.”

The table glances up at your voice, William’s eyes brightening as he greets you in return. You take the seat in front of him, noticing that Chris, whose sat next to him, as yet to return your greeting yet.

You don’t let it faze you.

“Two days in a row, Y/N,” William comments, eyeing your hoodie. “That’s surprising.”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “but this hoodies a little different.”

“Oh?”

Your words seem to catch Chris’ attention, you notice out of the corner of your eye, so, seeing that as your best shot, you shift. You maneuver in just a way that the two boys and everyone else say at that table can see the back of your hoodie and the name that is in red compared to the rest that are all in white. “See?”

William smirks, glancing over at Chris briefly as he nods back at you; “yeah, I see.”

“Damn,” one of the Penetrator’s call, pulling your eyes on him. “I didn’t know you and Chris were together, Y/N.”

Meeting Chris’ eyes, you shrug. “It’s a new thing.”

-

You lean into Chris as he presses his lips against yours, curling into his touch as your fingers run through his hair, tugging slightly at the ends. One of Chris’ hands slide underneath your hoodie, his touch cold against your bare stomach as you let your lips part, letting him slip his tongue past.

Your lips mold against his, a moan leaving your lips as he nips at your bottom lip softly. Your nails scrape against the back of his scalp, as his grip tightens.

And then, when the need for air becomes too much, Chris pulls back, the both of you panting, Your eyes meet his with a smirk plastered on your lips, leaning into his touch when he cups your cheek.

“Clearly this means you’ve made up your mind?”

Laughing slightly at Chris’ words, you shake your head. “I choose you.”

Leaning his forehead against your own, Chris’ voice lowers into a whisper. Your eyes fall shut as he begins pressing kisses along your neck, your back curling at the touch, shivering at his touch.

“Good.”

-

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Request: Hi! You know how Thomas Brodie Sangster does that adorable frown all the time? How about a Newt x reader where Mihno dares the reader to kiss his nose everytime he frowns, then Mihno takes reader away before Newt can ask what just happened, lots of confused flustered Newt, flustered, blushing reader and teasing Mihno!

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Originally posted by salty-salutations

This was stupid. This was so very, incredibly and utterly stupid.

And the worst part was Minho, standing over there with that stupid smug-ass grin of his as he watches you internally struggle not to have an actual mental break down. You swear, when all of this is done and over with, you are actually going to kill him.

You never should’ve made that stupid bet. You would’ve, had you known you were going to lose in advance. But you guess, that’s not really how bets work and at the time, you truly had believed you win. Oh, how wrong you had been.

Your only saving grace was that night in particular, Newt seemed to be in pretty good spirits. There was a wide grin on his face and he seemed care free as he took large gulps of that disgusting concoction of Gally’s and chatted with Fry, Alby and a few others. Everyone actually seemed to be a in good mood that night, and even Gally wasn’t his stuck-up, usual dick of a self.

You prayed it would stay that way.

But a half hour or so later into the evening, it seemed Minho was growing tired of simply waiting. And, as you stood there next to Newt, gnawing on your bottom lip, Minho decided to take matters into his own hands. Which was against the rules, you thought, but you couldn’t outright say anything because then Newt, not to mention everyone else within hearing vicinity, would question what you were talking about and that would end in a even bigger mess.

So, you simply had to watched with panicked eyes as Minho slyly joined the conversation. And for a while, it was normally. He fell into conversation with ease and you wondered if maybe you’d just been overreacting. But then, Minho’s eyes met yours, just for a second, and the look in them told you it all and before you knew it, he was leaning into Newt’s side, whispering something into his ear that you couldn’t hear but, low and behold, it made him frown.

That cute, stupid little frown that never failed to make your heart jump a little – but this time, for a different reason.

Of course Minho had to make it happen in front of all these people. Why could he not just make it easy on you, and wait until it was just you and Newt. Because he was evil, that’s why.

So, you gathered up your courage, mumbled out Newt’s name that caught his attention, scrunched your eyes shut and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Newt’s nose.

And just like that, all noise disappeared.

You could feel everyone’s gaze, including Newt’s, without even having to look. And as you leaned back, body tense, cheeks flushed heavily, you cringed at the look of confusion and absolute bewilderment in Newt’s eyes.

Minho was laughing, of course, but it didn’t seem to faze everyone as their lips parting and their eyes narrowed in bafflement. You didn’t blame him, the entire thing had been so sudden and without any context, their minds were probably wondering why you’d done what you had just done. In all truth, it probably would’ve been less awkward to just kiss him on the lips. Then, there might be some oohing and awing, but that hadn’t been the dare.

“What…” Newt mumbles, blinking down at you. “What… uh, why… I–”

Minho’s laugh seems to catch peoples attention then, he makes his way around Newt, falling next to his. He gives your shoulder a squeeze before teasingly waving bye and leading you off, not giving you a chance to explain yourself or Newt any kind of answers.

“You should’ve seen his face!” Minho bellows once the two of you are far away enough, head tilted back in absolutely amusement as the both of you slow to a stop.

You simply stare back at him, unimpressed, with your arms crossed over your chest. Yet, your cheeks are still flushed.

“Oh come on, Y/N!” Minho huffs, shaking his head as he continues to laugh. “It was a little funny.”

“How am I supposed to face Newt after tonight!”

Your words only seem to cause Minho more amusement. His hands fall to his stomach, gripping it as if in pain as he cackles loudly. 

“Minho.”

“Okay, okay,” Minho relents, quieting his laughter as he turns his head to face you. “You should be thanking me anyway,” he shrugs to which you raise a brow, testing him. “Now you can tell him the truth.”

“And what truth is that?”

“That you have feelings for him.”

Lips parting, Minho takes your moment of surprise to run off before you can hit him, and hard.

“MINHO!”

-

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Request: Thor request please where Thor is helping reader to control her powers. She’s having a tough time and she has hurt a few people with her powers.

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Word Count: 551

Originally posted by mcufam

You glance down at your hands, watching as sparks of electricity leave the tips of your fingers. There’s the slightest shake to them, one that shakes your entire core and causes your vision to blur with un-shed tears and your shoulders fall with defeat.

And when you shut your eyes in shame, all you saw were the images of those who had fallen by your hands. The innocents that had lost their lives all because they dared to be within the same vicinity of you.

You had absolutely no control over your own powers and as a result, you carried the burden of murder. And it wasn’t like it hadn’t ever effected you, but after joining the Avengers, despite your better judgement it was harden to distance yourself from others. It also didn’t help that with joining Avengers came the responsibility of saving others. It was the Avengers’ sole goal, to help those who couldn’t help themselves against those who thought they could control them.

No longer could you spend your life hidden in the shadows, figure hidden from sight and refusing to touch anyone. So long you had gone without human contact and then Steve had found you and your world had been turned upside down. Now, you found yourself consistently surrounded by others, others you considered your friends.

And they weren’t scared of you, because they were the same as you. But that didn’t mean your inability to control your powers never affected them.

After the disaster that was the last mission, it felt like you were nearing the end of your patience. You tried so hard and never were you able to probably take control of the powers that had been forced upon you. You never wanted them, and now you weighed the burden of plenty of innocents, including your own parents.

These powers – you were… a murderer.

Then, pulling you from your thoughts, hands fall over your own. It causes you to blink, only then having noticed the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. And when you raised your head, peering past your lashes, you met Thor’s only blue eyes staring back at you. He wasn’t frowning but he wasn’t smiling either. His face only held calm and certainty and his hands gave your own the lightest of squeezes as he nodded.

“See?” He questions, raising a brow. “Your powers can’t hurt me.”

And his words surprise you, your lips parting and eyes widening. You realize then how much you needed to hear those five simple words. Because up until that point, you’d believed you were a danger to everyone. That your powers would and could hurt anyone who came in contact with you.

But Thor was the God of Thunder, and your sparks of electricity were simply useless against him.

“You can’t hurt me.”

You sniffle, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth as you bite down on it hard, trying to stop yourself from crying further. Thor simply just threads his fingers through your own, pulling you closer.

“I’ll help you,” he whispers, and you find yourself suddenly unable to tear your eyes away from his own. “I’ll help you learn how to control your powers.”

Nodding slightly, you silently agree.

“And then,” Thor continues, grinning wider. “You won’t be afraid anymore.”

-

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Request: Hi, I have a request for Jeff Atkins. I thought maybe the reader and Jeff kinda had a thing for each other, but were lifelong friends. You could almost say they had something like F+ going on. Until one night at a party, when the reader was like dancing or flirting with another guy to forget about her feelings for Jeff that he had enough and finally admits to the reader how he feels, even though they are both drunk af. And at the end it‘s all fluffy?? Thank you sm and I love your writing <3

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Originally posted by wkom

You hated it. Hated how he stood there, looking amazing might you had effortlessly, but with such a radiating and bright smile that it was no wonder everyone flocked towards him. Jeff just radiating positive and inviting energy, not to mention he was incredibly charismatic.

It had always been like this. Ever since you’d started being friends with him, which was so long ago now it felt like an entire lifetime, Jeff had always been a social person.

So why did it bother you so much that he was talking to that girl?

You didn’t know, truth be told. You just knew it bothered you, a lot. So much so that your friends conversation seemed to drown to the back of your head as you stood there, leaning against your locker with your arms crossed across your chest, just watching him. The girl was laughing, quite obnoxiously you personally thought, softly setting her hand on his shoulder while he grinned back at her.

And it bothered you. Made this pit of practically nothing grow in your chest that you couldn’t explain, but you knew you hated it. Yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. You realized, somewhere along the way. you wanted that girl to be you. It only felt right when Jeff was by your side, and the odd moments when he wasn’t, seemed to be bothering you more and more lately.

Were you starting to have feelings for him?

No, that was ridiculous. Of course you weren’t starting to have feelings for Jeff. He was your childhood friend, a boy you’d known longer than anyone else besides your family. He practically was family.

And even if the two of you occasionally hung out in ways normal friends never did, there had never been anything more than friendship between the two of you. Well, friendship with a few benefits. But that was besides the point. Jeff was Jeff, your childhood and best friend, so of course you weren’t started to have feelings for him.

Really, if you had any attraction for him at all, it was nothing but pure physical attraction. Because even you couldn’t deny that he had a winning smile.

“She’s looking at Jeff again.”

“You mean staring.”

“And she says she doesn’t like him.”

Blinking, your friends words seem to echo back in your mind at that. You turn to them, wide eyes as they practically laugh their asses off at your stunned expression.

“What?”

“Oh come on,” Sheri grins, shaking her head over at you. “You cannot tell me that there isn’t a small part of you that thinks Jeff is hot.”

“Totally,” Jess agrees adamantly, “even I have to admit he’s easy on the eyes.”

Glancing back at Jeff briefly, meeting his eyes for just a second but a second long enough for him to grin back at you, you roll your eyes at your friends. “I’ve never said he wasn’t hot,” you shrug, turning to shut your locker. “But my feelings for him are nothing more than pure physical attraction. Besides, we work well as friends. Always have.”

“But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t work well as a couple,” Sheri reminds, raising a brow your way.

Shaking your head, you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s not happening Sheri.”

“But you guys would be so cute!”

Secretly, you agree. You and Jeff would be cute together, and it isn’t like you to don’t already act like a married couple. But… it just couldn’t happen.

“We’re just friends Jess. That’s all.”

“Who’s just friends?”

You jump, turning with surprise to find Jeff walking towards you. He falls to a step next to your side, shoulder bumping against your own softly as his gaze remains on your own for a moment before turning to Jess and Sheri.

“You and Y/N apparently,” Sheri smirks causing you to sigh.

“They seem to believe we’d be better as a couple,” you explain to Jeff, turning to him with a shake of your head.

“We would,” Jeff says bluntly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly but making the entire world stop before you. Your eyes widen, lips parting and you can barely focus on the loud squeal that leaves both Jessica’s and Sheri’s lips as you stare back at Jeff in absolutely bewilderment.

“See!” Jess exclaims, “I told you!”

“We already act like a married couple,” Jeff reminds you once he notices the look you’re sending his way. “And besides, it’s not like we haven’t taken that step.”

Cheeks flushing slightly, you turn away, tucking your chin in.

“Oh, look, Y/N’s embarrassed.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, okay,” Sheri says finally, grabbing Jessica by the shoulders and gently guiding her forwards. “Come on. We better go.” Then, before the two walk off completely, she smiles back at the two of you. “See you at the party tonight?”

Jeff replies with a yeah while you nod shortly, watching them walk off.

“I was only joking, you know that right?”

And just like that, you can feel your heart shatter.

Jesus, what was happening to you?

With parted lips, you turn to Jeff who smiles down at you, nodding his eyes. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything,” he says sincerely, “I just thought i’d play along.”

Letting out a small laugh, you nod, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and feigning a smile. “Of course,” you assure, “anyways, I better get to class. I’ll talk to you later.”

Jeff catches your arm before you can walk off.

“You okay?”

“Yup,” you nod without hesitance, lying through your teeth, “always.”

-

With a shake of your head, you lean back, curling into the touch of the boy behind you, practically grinding on him.

In your intoxicated mind, it doesn’t even register to you that you don’t even know the boy you’re currently grinding on. You don’t know his name or if you’ve ever even seen him before. But, you’re too gone to actually care. With a bottle still held tightly in your hands, you let your body sway to the beat of the music without a care in the world.

Going to that party after school had benefited you more than you originally thought it would. After that conversation with Jeff that day, you decided to just drink away your problems and feelings for the boy. Even if you knew you’d regret it the next morning and that it probably wouldn’t solve your problems forever, if it made it all disappear for one night then that was enough.

Because the truth was, even if you shouldn’t, you had harboured feelings for Jeff over the years. You’re not exactly sure when it all started, you just know that for a long time, Jeff hasn’t just been your best friend in your eyes. Deep down, even if you’d refused to believe it, he’d always been more to you and you had always hoped that you could become more.

Hearing Jeff out-rightly that the two of you would never be more and he actually had the audacity to joke about it, definitely gave you a wake up call. A wake up call that all but crushed your heart and led to your drinking your problems away a few hours later. Grinding up against a boy you didn’t know nor had you ever talked to. Something of which, in a sober state, you would’ve never done.

You feel the boy behind you slide of his hands lower on your ass, gripping it slightly as you let out a sultry giggle.

Leaning your head back, you let it fall against his chest, glancing up at him from there. The boy smirks down at you, moving to grip your hips tightly, swaying with you to the music.

However, the moment doesn’t last long. Before you know it, a hand is gripping your wrist, tugging you forward without warning. You practically stumble into the person, a gasp leaving your lips before you raise your chin to see that it’s Jeff. It causes you to blink in surprise, not expecting to have seen him. And, in that moment, he’s the last person you want to see.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Ripping your wrist from his grip, you scoff up at Jeff, stumbling back over to the boy. “Go away,” you mumble, your words slur as you fall against the boy who catches you awkwardly. It seemed Jeff’s interruption had helped sober him up quite a bit, that or the nasty glare Jeff was sending his way. And he wasn’t exactly sure if he should return your lasting embrace or walk away. “I’m having fun.”

Jeff takes a step towards you, briefly glancing at the boy before turning back to you. “Yeah, a little bit too much.” He hisses, before returning his focus back to the boy. “I’ve got her now.”

The boy simply nods, detangling himself from you and ignoring your whines of disagreement as he disappears in the crowd. The moment he’s gone, you turn to Jeff with narrowed eyes and your lips left agape in surprise. “What the hell Jeff!” You practically screech, “what’s your problem.”

“What’s my problem?” Jeff repeats incredulously, shaking his head down at you. “What the hell are you doing grinding up on a boy you barely know? And how much have you had to drink?”

Jeff rips the bottle of vodka from your hands hastily, causing you to scoff.

“Why do you care?” You mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn yourself away from him, pouting like a child. “It’s not like i’m your girlfriend or anything,” you hiss, missing the way his eyes widen. “Why should you care if i’m grinding up on some stupid boy?”

Jeff doesn’t respond, but you’re too angry to care. His lips part as the realization settles in and shoulders falling, Jeff shakes his head. “That’s what this is all about,” he mumbles, too quiet for you to actually hear. Then, glancing at the back of your head, Jeff takes a step forward. “I care because I don’t want you grinding up on some random boy?”

“Why?”

Jeff doesn’t response, instead, hesitating for just a minute, he takes a step forward. His hands are suddenly cupping your cheeks, taking you by surprise as he presses his lips against your own firmly. His eyes fall shut as your own widen, and for a moment you just stand there, dumbfounded. But then, you ease into his grip, returning the kiss as your arms move to curl around his neck, pulling his closer.

And you realize it’s everything you’ve been waiting for.

When you pull back, you’re both out of breath. He leans his forehead against your own and in the midst of the crowd, he’s all you can focus on.

“I thought you said you were joking,” you whisper, breathless as you blink, flickering your gaze to meet his own.

And then Jeff grins, his thumbs stroking across your cheek as he shakes his head.

“I was telling the truth.”

-

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Request: Liam X Reader. Reader & Liam get cornered by too many opponents & the Reader ends up getting taken & Liam has to watch them carry her away but he’s too hurt to stop them. Then he goes to rescue her, finds her but freaks out because she’s super hurt. She wakes up in the hospital & fluffy “thought I lost you” reunion?

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Word Count: 2,441

Originally posted by alcantara420

“There’s no where else for us to run Liam!”

“I know!”

Letting out an exhausted huff, you halt to a stop, your head turning both ways in panic as you try to search for some sort of escape route. Any path that will give you lead against those currently chasing and hunting the both of you.

But it’s helpless. You’re cornered. There is no where else to go, just more forest and that will do nothing but get you both lost further then you already are. And you’re not sure how much more of this you can even take. How much more running you can possibly do. You may be a werewolf, but eventually even your energy runs out and your heart pounds madly against your chest in a mixture of both fear and adrenaline.

You let out a shaky breath, eyes crinkling in fright as you turn your head to the left, meeting Liam’s eyes. His own expression holds the same kind of terror your own does, but you notice that he tries to bury it – tries to appear brave in front of you in hopes of calming you even just a little bit.

But it does nothing against the shouts and screams of the hunters behind you, growing nearer and nearer by the second.

“Liam,” you cry, voice shaky as you turn towards him. “What are we gonna do?”

He takes your hand in his own, squeezing it tightly and pulling you behind one of the many trees. It barely covers the both of you, and you know it won’t keep you hidden from the careful eyes of the hunters. But it at least provides you with some security, enough to allow you to let out a heavy breath and for you to close your eyes just for a moment, trying to think rationally.

Liam’s free hand is on the back of your head, cradling it as he inhales deeply. “I don’t know,” he says honestly, answering your previously asked question. His words cause your eyes to fall back on his, and you stare up at him with a deep frown. But he gazes up past you, glancing around. “I don’t know…”

Your eyes lower, falling on the red blotted spot on his lower left hip. You raise your right hand, the chaos around you momentarily fading to the back of your mind as you reach forward, letting your fingers lightly ghost over the injury, just barely touching. “It isn’t healing,” you whisper, frowning heavily at the sight of the nasty wound.

“Wolfsbane,” Liam hisses.

“I–”

“We know you’re out there!”

Your body stills at the bellow, instantly recognizing the voice to be that of Gerard’s. It fills you with dread, your heart plummeting to the pit of your stomach as you look back up at Liam, as if searching for a solution through him, even if you know he won’t have it.

You two shouldn’t have run off. It was stupid, dangerous. And now you were paying for it. Scott and the others were nowhere near the two of you, and with Liam injured and a pack of hunters after only the two of you, it was doomed to end terribly. For the first time, the startlingly realization that there isn’t a solution hits you. There isn’t a way out of this one.

“Come on, Y/N! Liam! Come out!”

Breath hitching, you shift your hand, gripping a bit of Liam’s hoodie tightly in between your fingers as you stare out into the darkness.

Then, Liam’s hands are on your cheeks, cupping them as he pulls your gaze on his own. He leans forward, nothing more than an inch between the two of you as he stares deeply back at you, gaze unwavering. “Listen to me,” he whispers, voice raspy and husky and quiet enough that no one but you can hear him. “They’re going to find us and… and I don’t know what will happen. But, we stick together, no matter what, okay? I won’t leave you.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling your eyes water. “Okay,” you nod, “okay. We stay together.”

“And I promise you,” Liam continues, voice hitching slightly as his thumb swipes across your cheek, brushing back the tears that managed to fall. “I will protect you until my last breath.”

You let out a shuddering breath, your entire body shaking at the thought that this could, and probably is going to be your last few moments. These hunters were out to kill, and there was no escape. It was inevitable.

“We stick together.”

“We see you! So, please, make it easy on me?”

It’s Gerard again, and with one last glance Liam’s way and a deep inhale, you nod. Liam’s hands leave your cheeks and one slips into your own, gripping it tightly. Then, he’s stepping out past the tree, you following behind him and hidden behind him just slightly. Liam squares his shoulders, hiding the fear he feels behind a mask as he covers your body with his own.

Gerard grins brightly at the two of you, and your eyes squint slightly at the bright light shined at the both of you. But still, you peer past the bright light, your eyes dancing across the many people lined up behind Gerard, all equipped with weapons of their own. But what really frightens you is the many crossbows pointed at your chests, held up threateningly.

“How nice of the two of you to finally come out of hiding.”

Liam lets out a loud growl the second Gerard takes a step towards the two of you, fangs barring as his grip on your hand tightens.

Holding up his hands, Gerard lets out an amused chuckle. “Oh come on, stop with the act,” he sighs, shaking his head. “You both know you can’t beat us.” His hands gesture to the army stood behind him, swallowing thickly.

But still, you square your shoulders, raising your chin. Because if Liam’s able to act brave, then you will too. Because you do this together, or not at all.

“We can at least try,” you snarl.

And at that, you bare your fangs, similar to Liam and chaos ensues. It’s seems to flash by in front of you in a blur and it ends not more than a few moments later. Like you had expected, the two of you are no threat against Gerard and all of his army. Before you know it, Liam is knocked back on his back, an arrow in his shoulder and knee. You’re on your knees next to him, teeth clenched together as you grip at the arrow in your shoulder, already feeling the wolfsbane bleeding into your system.

“What did I say?”

Liam growls once again, eyes flashing as Gerard effortlessly makes his way over to the two of you. You attempt to crawl back, create some distance, but it’s useless given the pain that strikes you the moment you move.

However when Gerard reaches you, you let out another growl, barring your fangs at him as you attempt to hit him. He dodges it easily, laughing. “Seems like you have a bit of fight left in you,” he smirks, “this should help.”

Before you know it, there’s an insufferable ringing echoing throughout your mind. It completely takes over the pain, hands falling to your ears as you let out a groan, eyes clenching shut in discomfort. Then, there’s hands on your arms, pulling you up to your feet, and the ringing is too loud for you to even be able to fight back. Your feet drag beneath you as you’re led away, practically clawing at your ears to make the noise go away.

You don’t notice the fact that they don’t take Liam as well, nor do you hear him screaming after you as you’re lead away. It’s just too loud.

And then, eventually, the noise fades but so does your consciousness. Your eyelids suddenly grow unbearably heavy and you find it harder and harder to keep yourself awake. As the world fades to black, that’s when you hear; “you’re going to wish we killed you.”

-

A scream tears through your lips, fighting against the restraints that hold you upright, tugging at your skin. The electricity runs through your entire body, causing every muscle within you to seize as your dripping wet body and clothes are shocked mercilessly.

And then, when it finally stops, you slump forward, chest rising and falling. Your breath leaves you in heavy, uneven gasps as your hair sticks to your face. You lean forward, the restraints tied tightly around your wrists, cutting into your skin, keeping you up and stopping you from thudding against the ground. You can barely focus on the audience in front of you, trying to catch your breath before the inevitable shock comes once again.

Then, water is pouring over your head without warning, you gasping loudly in response as you finally pick your head up. You blink repeatedly, trying to see through the waves of the water, seeing only faint figures until eventually it stops, and all that remains are a few drops that drip down your face.

Your chin is clasped by another and you see Gerard staring back down at you. You thought he had filled you with dread before, but it’s nothing compared to now. He is the source of all your pain, all your sufferings. He controls it all and no matter how loud or how long you plead for, he doesn’t stop. He is relentless, merciless and it scares you to the brink of anxiety.

You tried to remain strong. When you had woken up and learned that they hadn’t taken Liam, just you, you had actually felt hope. You would easily take any torture or pain if that meant Liam felt safe. And at first, you had kept a brave face, for his sake only. No one else’s. Because even in the face of danger, Liam had never lost your bravery and it was what gave you encouragement.

But now, you were slipping. It was becoming harder and harder to remain brave and strong when all you wanted to do was sleep and they wouldn’t let you.

“Didn’t I tell you,” Gerard taunts, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “You’d wish we killed you instead?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, knowing you won’t give him one. Nothing but inconcievable slurs leave your lips know and your mind is foggy mess of pleas and cries.

So, your head slumps forward pathetically once again, his footsteps fading. And then it starts all over again.

Your body tenses, your lips part as a scream that tears your throat raw comes pouring out of you. Your claws dig into the palm of your hand and your eyes glow, fangs barring, but it gives you no strength whatsoever as your tortured in front of these peoples eyes and they watch on with amusement and with entertainment.

And the truth is, you did wish you were dead. If that mean the pain would stop.

-

Hands are on your cheeks, and they feel familiar but you can’t completely place it in your fog-filled mind. Your eyes blink slowly, barely having the energy to open them as you hang by your wrists.

And you hear voices, but you can’t make them out. Everything hurts and you’re so, so tired. You just want to sleep. You just want the pain to stop.

“She’s hurt. She’s hurt really badly.”

Then, the pressure against your wrists is suddenly gone. You feel your body falling forwards, but you don’t have the energy to stop or brace yourself. However, instead of thudding against the ground, arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against a warm body and it feels nice against the cold, wet temperature of your own. 

One of the hands is back on your cheek, brushing back the hair that clings to your skin as you blink, staring up at the figure through blurred vision. But the touch feels so familiar and so warm and the need to see who’s holding you is too great to ignore. So you force yourself to peel your eyes open, to focus on what’s before you. You use what little strength you have and unbelievable relief floods you the moment you see Liam staring down at you.

His eyes are flooded with concern and his hands shake as he holds you. You hear commotion around you, but you can’t focus on it as a smile curls onto your lips.

“Liam…”

“Hey,” he whispers, the words slightly choked. “Hey, hey, you’re okay,” he soothes, fingers bringing warmth and ease to you. “You’re okay now. I promise.”

Your lips part to say something but you see your vision darkening and sudden panic floods you. You can’t process it properly but the fear that you’re dying strikes you, and you feel your energy leaving you rapidly by the minute. You don’t want to die, not now, not anymore. Not when you’ve just gotten back to Liam. Not when you’re in his arms again.

The pain was gone, you felt content just being there, in his arms.

So why? Why now?

-

A hand grips your own tightly as your eyes slowly blink open. The first thing you notice is the bright light shining above your head, causing you to curl slightly in discomfort. You blink a few times, groaning as your free hand moves to your side, gripping the soar area with a moan.

And as your vision clears, you realize you’re in the animal clinic.

You were okay. You were alive. You were home.

Slowly, you push yourself up, a gasp echoing from somewhere beside you before hands are on you, helping you up. “Hey, hey, be careful. You should be resting.”

You turn, meeting Liam’s eyes.

“Liam,” you whisper, edges of your lips curling upwards into a smile.

His shoulders fall, a breath of relief leaving your lips. But he doesn’t say anything, as if the words are stuck in the back of his throat.

“Thank you,” you add, gripping his hand in return. “For saving me.”

His eyes widen upon the realization that you remember. And then, he’s slumping back against his seat, shaking his head. “I thought I lost you,” he mumbles, voice shaky, unsure and frightened.

It’s then you realize you weren’t the only one who’d suffered.

“We stick together, remember?” You smile lightly, your words causing him to glance up at you in surprise but recognition.

And then, he finally smiles in return, nodding. It’s small, but it’s there.

“No matter what.”

-

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Request: May I make a request for Sihtric? He needs to learn to dance and asks for help, the reader agrees to help him despite his two left feet 😍

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Word Count: 561

Originally posted by stardust-pond

“Then, you step this way. That’s it, there you go.”

Following you with ease, his grip on your waist and hand tightening just ever-so-slightly in nerves, Sihtric watches the steps of your feet carefully. Your eyes watch him however, watching as his bottom lip is in between his teeth, chewing on it in focus. It brings a light smile to your face, cheeks warming slightly.

However, the moment he finishes the step, with ease and no stumbles or mistakes like the other tries, your smile then widens in celebration. Your hands leave Sihtric’s to clap before yourself, meeting his eyes as you cheer loudly for him, watching as the apples of his cheeks turn red slightly and he turns away in mild embarrassment.

“You’re getting better,” you encourage, eyes softening as your hands fall by his side. “Before you know it, you’ll be a pro.”

Lips curving into a grin, Sihtric bows slightly in your direction. “It’s because of my wonderful teacher.”

Cheeks warming, you scoff lightly at his words, rolling your eyes. “Oh, hush.” There’s a moment of paused silence as the two of you glance back at one another, a certain look in your eyes that you’re both too afraid to say aloud. Then, you blink out of your stupor, closing the distance between the two of you once more. “Shall we practice once more?”

“Sure,” Sihtric nods, eyes following his hands as he clasps his left in your right and the other falls on your waist, just above your hip. His grip is soft but secure, and meeting your eyes, you give a small smile of encouragement before signaling the both of you to go.

You hum a soft tune to the beat of the steps, in hopes of helping him with the fluidity of his movements.

And then, to your surprise, it does. Sihtric moves like a pro, as if he was a different person then the man who had come nervously knocking on your front door for help. He holds you with confidence and certainty, instead of you nervousness as before. And his feet move as if he’s been practicing this dance his entire life.

It blows your breath away.

“Woah,” you breathe the moment you’ve stopped, speechless. “That was…”

“Good?” Sihtric says hopefully.

“Good?” You repeat incredulously, “Sihtric that… that was amazing. Where’d you learn that?”

“From you,” Sihtric says with ease.

“No, no,” you shake your head, “that… that was different.”

“But it was still you,” Sihtric urges, taking a step closer. “The confidence came from you.”

Lips parting, the realization settles in. “Oh…”

“In truth,” he begins slowly, nervously. “I asked you to teach me how to dance because it was my hope that you would allow me to take you to the dance.”

You hesitate in a response, a little stunned to speak. You couldn’t deny your attraction to the man, but you hadn’t known he even felt remotely the same. You find yourself continuously speechless as you stare back at him, lips still agape in bafflement.

Then, Sihtric squeezes your hand lightly; “is that a no?”

You blink, “no,” you practically exclaim, catching yourself a moment later in embarrassment. “No, no… I… I would love if you took me to the dance, Sihtric.”

A grin falls on his lips, “wonderful!”

And you can’t help but mimic his smile, your heart fluttering.

-

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Request: Can you do a Scott McCall one where the reader is like a badass/villain type but then somehow Scott helps her see that there’s good in her and they fall in love

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Word Count: 1,138

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“She’s the dangerous one Scott!”

“I just don’t see her that way.”

Biting your lip, your head bows at Scott’s words. He’s unaware you’re listening, just like his friend, Stiles, is. Or maybe they are, they just don’t care. Either way, you’re across the room from them, head shoved into your locker as you pretend to distract yourself, but pay close attention to the boy’s words.

You hear Stiles scoff, and you can imagine his eyes rolling into the back of his head in annoyance. “She literally tried to attack Liam just a week ago,” he sputters out incredulously, “how can you not see her in that way?”

There’s a moment of pause, and despite yourself, you feel your heart leap up into your throat into anticipation. Anticipating what Scott’s next words would be. Because the truth way, you were the bad guy. You were the villain. And you hadn’t just hurt Liam, but it had been you against the McCall pack for weeks now. And yet, Scott didn’t look at you like that.

Didn’t see in you that way.

“I don’t know,” Scott sighs, shaking his head. “It’s just this… look in her eyes, man. It just doesn’t feel right.”

You frown, the grip on your locker tightening considerably.

“Well, ignore it, man,” Stiles says bluntly. “Cause when it comes down to it, when this things ending, there’s not going to be a happy one.”

“I know.”

You can’t help yourself, your hand seems to move instinctively and suddenly you’re slamming your locker door. The thud echoes, and the wandering gaze on your back turns intense as you snap your head over your shoulder, meeting Scott’s eyes. You don’t miss the scowl Stiles sends your way, but before you can dwell on Scott’s wandering gaze, you’re turning, marching with determination and racing through the hall of kids.

You’re trying to get out of the school, but you don’t make it very far before a hand latches onto your wrist.

“Let go, Scott.”

His grip only tightens, “I need to talk to you.”

Turning your head over your shoulder, you only hesitate a moment longer before raising your eyes, meeting his own. “I don’t think you’re friend would like that all too much.”

As if to prove your point, you point past Scott’s shoulder, his gaze landing on Stiles who’s still stood in the same spot before. Except, this time, his face is filled with a frustrated expression, his hands thrown up beside him in disbelief as he shakes his head adamantly over at Scott.

Scott, unfazed, just turns back to you. “I need to talk to you.”

Biting your lip, you sigh, pulling your hand out of his grasp and turning into the nearest empty classroom. You hear the sound of the door shut behind you as you unceremoniously throw your bag on one of the desks, taking a seat on top of the other. When you’ve turned, Scott just moving to face you as you raise a curious brow and let a small smirk fall on your lips.

“So, what did Scotty wanna talk about?”

“I know you were listening into Stiles and I’s conversation,” Scott says bluntly, causing the smile on your lips to fade. Shoulders falling, your eyes narrow slightly in defense, your expression darkening.

“Then you should listen to your friend Scott,” you say simply. “I’m the dangerous one.”

Scott takes a small step forward, shaking his head. “I don’t think you are.”

You let out a laugh, a condescending one as you shake your head. “You really are oblivious, aren’t you?” Pausing for only a moment, just staring back at Scott, you push off of the table you’d been sitting on, closing what little distance had existed between you and Scott and glared up at him. “I’m the villain. I’m the dangerous one. I’m the one that’s going to tear your pack apart person by person until you’re the only one left. All alone.”

Scott just stares back at you, as if pity. “I don’t think you will.”

Anger flares inside of you, boiling deep in your chest as you jaw clenches. “And what makes you so sure?”

“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” Scott questions, causing your brows to furrow slightly in confusion. “You may be good at lying Y/N, but i’m a true alpha, and I can hear the racing of your heart. I can feel the confliction within you.” You find your body tensing at his words, shoulders raising with stiffness as you try to ignore the vulnerability that surfaces within you. “And that’s why you don’t have to lie around me, Y/N. That’s why-…”

You flinch from his touch, practically stumbling back as your breath gets caught in your throat. As you create a distance between the two of you once again, you glance back up at Scott, breathless. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You…”

“Y/N,” Scott calls, his voice soft, compassionate. “It’s okay.”

“No,” you cut off, voice sharp, demanding. Glaring fiercely at him, you ignore the racing of your heart. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. So don’t pretend that you do.”

You move to storm past him, determined to get as far away from his as possible. He was dangerous, more dangerous than you. Because he knew the truth. Because he was right. And you couldn’t let him know that he was.

But Scott stops you once again, grabbing your arm and pulling you close all in one stride. It’s not so much in an intimate way but more in an endearing way. He’s closer then he’s ever been, then anyone’s ever really been, and you’re frozen stiff with uncertainty. You just stare back up at him, lips parted as you try to find the courage to break free and walk away – but you can’t.

And Scott seems unsure, afraid even, but that doesn’t stop him. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he whispers, “I won’t hurt you.”

His words strike a chord within you. Your heart plummeting.

“That’s what she does, isn’t it?” He asks softly, voice barely audible as his gaze never wavers from your own. Holding you with care and gentleness, Scott frowns. “She hurts you?”

You don’t speak. Every bone in your body is screaming at you to deny. To build up your walls and bury the truth deep down inside of you where no one will be able to find it, where no one ever has – except for now. And that’s why you don’t. Because Scott saw through the facade, he saw the difference in you and saw those moments were you thought no one was watching where your walls would fall and you’d let yourself go.

“I won’t.”

Eyes narrowing, you finally speak; “everyone always does.”

“But,” Scott whispers, without hesitance, “I won’t.”

-

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Sorry I didn’t really post all that much this week. It was pretty crazy in terms of school and I kind of fell off the walls a little bit. Life just really knocked me down this week, and i’m still struggling to pick myself back up. But, I really wanted to write and being able to pour my emotions into something has always helped me. So, I hope you enjoyed this.

Request: YES SCOTT REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!! can i request one where the reader has liked him for a long time (even when allison was still alive) and somehow he finds out and they get together? can it be a little smutty? if you’re uncomfortable with doing that then it’s totally fine! THANK YOU💗💗

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Word Count:1,999

Originally posted by joeynihil

“This is stupid.”

“No, it’s fun.”

“No, it’s stupid.” You repeat, meeting Lydia’s eyes. “And ridiculous.”

Sighing, Lydia shakes her head. You raise a brow when she sets her hand on your shoulder, almost as if she’s about to give you some life-long advice, before meeting her gaze once more. “Y/N, darling, you have to learn to live a little.”

“Balancing life between the supernatural and the normal, I think i’ve lived a life-time of excitement.”

Tsking, Lydia shakes her head, moving her grip so both of her hands are pressed flat against your back. Before you know it, you’re being practically shoved forward, weaving your way through the crowd of intoxicated and very loud students, desperate not to drop your drink. Your eyes are wide, but you don’t fight Lydia, letting her lead you in the direction of the living room.

“Look who I brought!”

Scott, Stiles, Kira, Malia and a few others you don’t recognize all look up at the sound of Lydia’s voice, their eyes brightening when they saw you. With a sheepish grin and a slight blush on your cheeks, Lydia finally steps away from you as you raise your hand in a small greeting, mumbling a hi to everyone. 

“Not willingly,” you add with a smirk in Lydia’s direction.

“Oh, hush,” she rolls her eyes, taking her spot next to Malia. You let your eyes wander across the small group, looking for an open seat, only to find the last one next to Scott.

How typical.

With a nervous swallow, you shyly sit down next to him, meeting his eyes with a small smile when grins over at you. Your arm brushes against his, which practically makes your heart begin to race like crazy.

You’ve had a crush on Scott for years, even when him and Allison were a thing. And the worst part was that you had been Allison’s best friend. Her best friend that was in love with her boyfriend, and even now, when she was gone, you still couldn’t get over your strong feelings for the boy. You couldn’t rightly explain them, but every time he was near (which was a lot given that you were apart of the pack) you found it hard to breathe. Your heart would pound against your chest, like it was now, and your cheeks would grow warm even if it was as normal as just meeting his eyes from across the room.

You had it bad for Scott, but you couldn’t act on it. Because of Allison.

“Okay, Lydia,” Stiles speaks up, raising a brow over at the girl as he leans into Malia’s side. “You brought us all here, why?”

“Because.” she begins, the edges of her lips curled into a bright grin as she claps her hands before her in excitement. “We’re going to play a game.”

Kira, as innocent as ever, raises a brow; “what game?”

“Spin the bottle.”

You nearly choke on your drink in surprise, eyes widening. Oh God…

“You okay?”

Swallowing the rest of your drink quickly, you set your hand against your chest, turning to Scott as he stares back at you in concern. Waving off his concern with a slight shake of your head, you smile softly in his direction; “yeah, yeah,” you nod, trying to hide your embarrassment. “I’m fine.”

“So,” Lydia speaks up, pulling your attention on her as she sets an empty wine bottle down in the middle of the coffee table. “Who wants to go first?”

“Lydia,” you sigh, “maybe this isn’t such a good idea–”

“Nonsense,” Lydia scoffs, rolling her eyes at you. “it’s perfect. Besides, it’s just a little kiss, what’s the harm in that?”

As silence echoes, you let your eyes wander across the rest of the group, searching for some who agrees with you. “Kira?”

“Sorry,” she shrugs apologetically, “seems like fun.”

Turning to Scott, you’re practically internally praying he’ll agree. “Scott?”

Nonchalantly, Scott mimics Kira, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s just a kiss,” he reminds, shifting forward slightly. “Here, i’ll start.”

Sinking back into your seat, your eyes watch the bottle carefully as it begins to spin. Part of you wants it the bottle to land on you, but then another, smaller, but more moral part of you hopes it doesn’t.

Your inner dilemma ends short however when the end of the bottle stops at Kira.

The two of them gaze at each other nervously, Kira’s cheeks warming slightly, but they don’t hesitate for long before leaning towards one another. You hate it, but a deep jealousy burns through your entire body as they press their lips against one another, unable to stop yourself from wishing that it was you kissing Scott instead of Kira.

But it’s over before you know.

“Oooh!” Stiles exclaims, “me next! Me next!”

The excitement from Stiles’ face quickly fades the moment the bottle stops, landing on one of the senior boys playing with you all.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…”

They kiss and then everyone goes around, spinning the bottle, kissing and then repeating the process. You end up having to kiss Lydia at one point, and then another random freshmen, but, overall, it’s fun enough. Though, every time it is your turn, you can’t help but mentally pray that it’ll land on Scott – it never does.

You let out a laugh as Scott and Stiles pull back from one another, faces twisted together in absolute disgust. Stiles is dramatically scratching at his lips, moaning and groaning as Scott just curls into himself uncomfortable.

“Okay, then,” Lydia speaks up, clapping her hands before herself. “Last turn.” Turning to her, you raise a brow when her eyes fall on you. Though, the moment the mischievous look in her eyes become clear, your heart plummets. “Y/N, you’ll be taking the last turn.”

Knowing better than to argue with the girl, you only let out one small sigh before sitting up, reaching out and spinning the bottle. It almost seems like it’s been spinning for hours before it finally stops, just continuously going around and around. Then, the one time you hadn’t even really wished for it, it lands on Scott.

It causes your eyes to widen, turning to the boy beside you with parted lips as he mimics your expression. All seems to fade as the realization at what’s about to happen seems to sink in.

Here you were, about to kiss the boy you’ve had a crush on for years. And it was all because of some stupid game.

Coughing slightly, Scott runs a hand through his head; “ready?”

As ready as you’ll ever be…

Smiling shyly, you nod.

Scott first sets his palm on the your left cheek, cupping it and pulling you closer. You almost turn into putty at his touch, easily abiding to his will as your hand moves to his knee, his free hand falling on your waist. Then, with almost a startlingly inhale, Scott’s lips are pressed against your own. And it’s everything you could’ve have ever wished for, everything you always dreamed it being like.

It practically takes your breath away.

Your eyes fall shut with ease, and you find yourself curling into him, your hand moving from his knee to cup his jaw, pulling him close.

And then, there’s a cough, and it registers in both of you that this kiss had been going on a moment too long. So, you both hastily pull back, red in the cheeks as the rest stare in surprise.

“Damn…” You hear Stiles mumble.

But you can barely hear him, or the whoops and cheers that echo in the background. Cause the moment you pull back, your eyes meet Scott’s and something tells you you aren’t the only one who felt that. Felt that passion and the amount of emotion that had just been poured into that kiss.

You’re not the only one whose speechless.

-

“Thanks for, um, for driving me home.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

Swallowing thickly, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you turn to face Scott, softly shutting your bedroom door behind you.

“Thanks for inviting me inside,” Scott adds after a moment, causing you to laugh slightly.

“It seemed only right,” you shrug, pushing off your door to cross your bedroom and fall next to him on the edge of your bed. You feel your shoulder lightly bump into him as silence falls over the both of you. The atmosphere is thick, awkward, just like it had been between the two of you since that kiss back at Lydia’s party.

The drive had been awkward enough, and truly, you weren’t sure why you invited Scott inside. It wasn’t like this was his first time over, or the first time you two have been alone, but now it was just different. And you figured, for a long time, it had been different. There seemed to just be a moment in your friendship when you both realized your friendship was more than just that, but neither of you acted on it.

You tense slightly when Scott’s hand falls on your thigh, your chin tilting upwards to meet his eyes.

“Scott…”

“I can’t be the only one whose felt this,” he whispers, gaze unwavering. “During that kiss, we… I…”

Licking your bottom lip, you inhale sharply. “No,” you mumble, voice barely audible. “You weren’t. I felt it too.”

Then, at your words, Scott’s hand slowly begins to raise. It brings goosebumps to your skin as his fingers lightly trace all the way up to your jaw, before moving to cup your cheek. Your eyes stay heavy on his own the entire time, with the odd glance down at his lips. The two of you are barely inches apart, and you can feel his breath on your face as you both remain completely silent. This is the closest, minus your previously shared kiss, that the two of you have ever been.

And it’s driving you crazy.

Then, Scott inches forward, and your hand moves of it’s own accord, grasping his wrist and halting his movements.

It causes Scott to pull back, confusion flooding his gaze as he frowns. “What is it?’

“We can’t,” you mumble hoarsely, shaking your head as your eyes lower.

“What?” Scott questions, his hand moving to tilt your chin upwards. “Why not?”

You hesitate, unsure. Then, with a low and quiet voice, you mutter; “Allison.” And Scott’s face falls, realization setting in as you inhale deeply. “I want to,” you continue, nodding up at him. “I really do. But… I can’t. I can’t do that to her.”

You move to pull away, half way turning before Scott catches you, pulling you back towards him in one quick stride. It causes you to gasp out in surprise, unable to stop him before he’s pressing his lips against your own. And at first, you move to stop him, but just like before, you’re putty in his hands. You practically bend to his will just because he’s Scott, and you find yourself returning the kiss a second later, your hand left out before you in surprise.

It’s just as amazing as the first one.

Then, when Scott pulls away, you breathless, he leans his forehead against your own. “Allison would want me to be happy,” he whispers, causing you to pause. “And i’m happy with you.”

Leaning back, you meet Scott’s gaze; “you are?”

“Yes,” Scott nods without hesitance, both hands moving to cup your cheeks as he smiles. “You’ve always made me happy, Y/N. And I want to be with you, and I think you do too.”

“I do,” you whisper breathlessly, “I always have.”

Scott grins, not wasting another second before pressing his lips against your own again. It’s chaste, pulling back in the next second but his lips remain hovering over your own. Then, Scott whispers; “you’re okay with this?” He asks, his hands moving to grab the hem of your shirt. “You want this?”

“I always have.”

-

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Request: request for Sihtric Kjartanson, you are the Kings daughter and you have been sneaking away with sihtric and soo n you find out your with child… and like go from there?

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Word Count: 965

Originally posted by heathen-whore

Part of you had always know; felt it. You just hadn’t wanted to believe it.

So, you carried on. Continued like nothing was astray because what at first had begun as pure physical attraction, turned into something much more the more time you spent with him.

And now you were doomed. Doomed to hell your father would say. You had not only gone behind your father’s, the King’s back, but you had had sex with a man before marriage, and now, you were pregnant out of wedlock. Your purity as they said had been taken, by a Dane no less.

But he wasn’t just a Dane to you. He was the man you’d fallen in love with. Slowly but surely. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything, and if you were anyone else but the King’s daughter, a woman free to choose her own husband, you would be ecstatic to have his child. But you weren’t that woman. You were King Alfred’s daughter, his daughter who was meant to married off in a few weeks and no less.

And, you were pregnant.

“Y/N.”

Your body stills, a shaky exhale leaving your lips as you slowly turn, your eyes softening at the sight of Sihtric. He seems quite puzzled, and you can’t necessarily blame him; you had called for this meeting suddenly and unexpectedly. Which you always tried to avoid. Because carefully thought out and planned meetings were the best case scenario at not being caught.

But you just had to see him.

Yet, the sight of him causes some of your anxiety and stress to fade away and you cannot help yourself before your feet are moving of their own accord. Sihtric meets you in the middle, hands falling on your cheeks as you pull him eagerly for a kiss. This kiss is both passionate and close, and you know Sihtric will be able to tell something is off, but you don’t really care in that moment.

You just need to feel him. Need to have him close. Because you’re afraid this might be the last time.

And when you finally pull away, panting for breath, Sihtric’s concerned eyes search your own. “Y/N?” He questions, voice soft, because Sihtric is always gentle and kind with you. “What is the matter?”

Your hands slide from his cheeks to the collar of his armor, gripping it gently as you hesitate on answering. Your gaze lowers, cheeks warming as your lips curved into a deep frown. Sihtric mimics your frown. deeply concerned as his hands work fast to pull your gaze steadily back on your own, shaking his head. “What has happened?”

And then, the words leave your lips before you’re even able to stop yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

You’re careful to watch for his reaction. You watch as his lips part, and for a moment, nothing happens, as if he is still processing. Then, his eyes widen and his hands fall from your cheeks, taking a step back.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from crying, desperately blinking back your tears as you let out a choked gasp. 

“H-How long have you known?”

“I found out just yesterday,” you explain, words choked. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you. But… truthfully, part of me has known for a while now, I only just recently confirmed it.”

Sihtric turns from you for a moment, hand falling to his lips as he lets out a shaky breath.

His reaction causes your heart to plummet. “I’m sorry,” you cry, taking a small step towards him before stopping yourself. “I… I don’t know what to do. And… I am just so sorry.”

Sihtric turns to you then, lips parting and his brows furrow. “You think i’m mad at you?” He questions, to which you simply sniffle, unable to hide your tears as they come spilling over your cheeks.

Rushing over to you, Sihtric’s hands fall back on your cheeks, cupping them reassuringly as he shakes his head. “I could never be mad at you,” he whispers, “do you hear me?” Nodding, you let out a choked cry. “I… I am just worried, of what will happen. You.. You are to be married in less than a month, Y/N, and if it hadn’t been hard before, now…”

Nodding without hesitation, your hands fall to his neck; “I know, I know…”

Sihtric pauses for a moment, and you watch as the gears in his head work to a solution. Then, he pauses, turning to you with wide eyes as you wipe at your tears.

“Let’s just run.”

You pause, brows furrowing. “W-What?”

“You and me,” he nods, “let’s just run. Be together. We can go anywhere, far, far away from Wessex.”

Swallowing thickly, your lips part. “Sihtric, what about Uhtred? You… You are apart of his guard. Not to mention, I am Alfred’s daughter. I am to be married. We can’t just run off.”

Gripping your hand tightly, Sihtric shakes his head; “why not?”

Letting out a tiny laugh of disbelief, you blink. “B-Because…”

“All that awaits us is my death and your punishment Y/N. You will not be allowed to keep our child and I will be executed. There is nothing here for us anymore.” You pause, unable to find any argument to his words. “Uhtred will understand. I know he will. And he will help us. Help us prepare.”

Biting your lip, your grip on Sihtric’s hand tightens, thinking.

Sihtric’s free hand falls on your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek as he holds your gaze steadily. “Let’s just be together,” he whispers, voice barely audible as he leans his forehead against your own. “You and I.”

And it only takes you a minute to make your decision.

“Okay,” you nod, “let’s be together.”

-

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Request: Could I request a Justin Foley x reader where he doesn’t think he’s enough for the reader

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Word Count: 644

Originally posted by du-dreckstuck

“Do you think I don’t know what this is about?”

Justin only keeps his back turned to you, continuing to pull his books out of his locker and replace them with new ones as if you aren’t stood behind him. You can barely see any of his face as he simply ignores every word you say, despite the desperation in both your tone of voice and eyes as you stare at the back of his head, practically will him to turn and face you.

To acknowledge your presence.

And when you only receive silence once again, you scoff, your arms falling to your sides instead of crossed over your chest like they had been previously. Your head turns slightly, shaking your head, almost in disbelief as you continue to scoff.

Then, your eyes settle on the back of Justin’s head once again. “Do you not think I don’t know why you’ve been ignoring me?

Justin’s shoulders tense and his entire body stills for a just a moment, for nothing more than a second, then, he’s closing his locker door. You watch him incredulously, hardly able to believe it when he just simply turns, back still turned to you and begins to walk down the semi-crowded hallways. And for a moment, you’re so unbelievably stunned you don’t even move.

Then you blink, as if remembering, and your feet move, quickly to catch up with him.

“You can’t ignore me for ever,” you hiss at him. “I won’t let you.”

Nothing. Just… Just silence.

That’s all you ever get; silence.

“Justin.”

He just continues to walk.

“Justin.”

You don’t know why, you don’t know what you did. But it seemed Justin was adamant to just keep ignoring you, like you weren’t even there.

But you weren’t going to let him.

Anger rising, your step quickens, practically jogging. Just as Justin moves to turn down the hallway, your hand catches the sleeve of his varsity jacket, halting his movements. Before he can pull away, your grip shifts to his wrists, practically yanking him round to face you. He still tries to avoid his gaze, but you only huff, not backing down. “I know what this is about,” you repeat, shaking your head. “You’re afraid.”

Pausing, Justin’s eyes finally fall on yours.

“Yeah,” you nod, jaw clenching. “You’re afraid you aren’t good enough. For me, for anyone. So, you think ignoring me will get me to back off.” You make sure to carefully watch his reactions even as you talk, watching as his eyes widen as you hit everything spot on. Watching as the tenseness in his shoulders slacken and he eases, eyes watering. “Well, you’re wrong, Justin. Because ignoring won’t get me to back off, it’ll just get me to be more persistent. How… How could think you aren’t good enough for me, I don’t know.”

Shaking your head, you let go of his wrist, moving to cup his cheek but Justin pulls away.

“Justin,” you whisper, sighing. “You are enough. You are more than enough. You are everything that I could ever need.”

Lips parting, Justin shakes his head, moving to pull away. “I’m a mess, Y/N,” he warns, meeting your gaze steadily without an ounce of uncertainty in his gaze. “I’ll fuck up your life.”

“My life already is fucked up,” you dismiss, this time ignoring his flinch and setting your hand on his cheek. Pulling him forward, you move to press your lips against his own, stopping just before your lips touch his own. “And even more so without you.”

“Y/N…”

“I can make my own decisions,” you say firmly, “so let me.”

Justin hesitates, just staring back into your eyes as your lips hovering over his own. Then, he sighs, shoulders falling. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

You press your lips against his own in the next second, holding him close and not letting him go.

-

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