#( she and Lydia would be so amusing together )

[thatprettylittlething]

@hatchetnews    summoned     ⟶       if the killer is following a pattern, maybe we can figure out who’s next.

❝  Pattern? What pattern?  ❞ A twitching hand darts through Lydia’s hair, a near growl emerging from glossy lips. ❝  There is no pattern. The killings are intentionally erratic, like they’re trying to throw us off the scent.  ❞

❝  In 1997, the killers were copying the pattern of the original Woodsboro murders from the previous year & in 2000 the murders matched a version of the Roman Bridger’s script . . . But this? I just don’t ---  ❞ . Suddenly, the girl cuts herself off, breath catching in her throat. Eyes wide, she snatches a pen from Mindy and begins scrawling in the margin of the newspaper laid out in front of them.( . . . ) ❝  The killers. It’s the killers. Whoever’s doing this, they’re killing people in the order of the real life killers. The first guy was called Mack something, right? Like Stu Macher! ❞ A guilty little look crosses Lydia’s face as she glances back up at Mindy. ❝  You were right. ❞

#( this became a ramble i’m sorry and it obvs doesn’t follow canon but do with it what you will haha ) #( i love mindyyyy ) #( she and Lydia would be so amusing together ) #♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 ， mindy. #♡ memes answered ， 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒔 #tw killing #tw murder #♡ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ， what’s your favourite scary movie?

[obriengf]

Suds & Sponges || Stiles Stilinski x femReader

 Summary: Stiles does everything he can to see the cute girl at the car wash. Words: 6k Warnings: cute af stiles, he’s obsessed let’s be real, and reaallly awkward  Notes: this is a weird writing approach that i took.. it’s about Stiles’ perspective? idk?? dont hate it pls, also i started this off good and then i fkucked it up toward the end so.. sorry about that

Eyes squinted as you peered up to the sky; the blinding heat of the sun only partially blocked by your hand as it acted as a makeshift visor, your skin licked with Californian summer warmth on the parts of your body that weren’t shielded by your denim shorts or tied-front tank. The weather was utterly idyllic and served as the quintessential backdrop of your Saturday activities. Your focus was drawn toward your strawberry-blonde friend next, her hands gripping at her hips as she stood with poise, leadership strewn within her words and body language. Lydia was making sure that her senior prom fundraiser was getting underway, and as Student Body President, the girl wouldn’t accept any standard less than perfect. This explained the near army line-up of students who would be joining you in making some quick cash - some happily volunteering, others practically forced against their will by Lydia’s strength when it comes to persuasion. You, however, just couldn’t say no to some fun in the sun, or the way your friend’s doe green eyes bored into yours with the utmost pleading expression you’d ever come across.

You were all separated into small teams, and within a few minutes, were surrounded by fresh sponges and an array of water buckets. A couple of Sophomores were coaxed into standing outside of Beacon Hills High with glittery signs describing a car wash; their excitement oddly infectious as it began to draw in customers from the passersby. Several vehicles had already started a queue, and the addition of the summer hits playlist that Mason had put together had begun to sing loudly through the speakers scattered across the parking lot. 

You felt pumped as the atmosphere began to grow; the cooling temperature of the water acting as a stimulating contrast to the harshness of the sun, alongside the small chatter and laughs you shared between your teammates, Sydney and Malia. Lydia grinned wholefully and knowing that she was happy made you happy - except for the anticipated searching glances you would throw around every now and then, looking for the solid blue structure of a familiar jeep that had yet to make an appearance.

Stiles’ foot tapped anxiously against the pavement of the McCall driveway, his arms crossed tightly over his chest to prevent any further fidgeting or impatient flailing of his arms. When Scott told him that he wanted to swing by the car wash to surprise Kira, Stiles had instantly jumped into the jeep with exceptional speed after your name was thrown so casually into the conversation. He was now waiting for his friend to appear after being chastised for restlessness, Scott barely out of the shower before Stiles was rapidly beeping his horn and yelling for the boy to ‘get his ass in the car’ otherwise he was leaving without him. Ten minutes had passed, and his hand was hovering over the car horn once more before Scott skipped down his porch, an annoyed yet amused smirk pulling at his lips.

“Someone’s a little desperate.” He said, brows quirking at the gaping and inarticulate sounds Stiles was producing after being caught off-guard.

“I-I just need my car washed, dude.” The boy settled on, pulling his whisky hues away before clearing his throat. Stiles tried to ignore the snicker erupting from Scott as he rolled his eyes, body slipping hastily into the driver's seat. He just really needed his car washed, afterall.  Stiles remained silent as he peered over the console, his body twisting so that he could concentrate on reversing back onto the street. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and Scott couldn’t hold back another laugh at the urgency written all over his best friend’s face.

“No need to rush, Kira said this thing goes all day. Unless there’s another reason why you’re so eager- ” Scott quipped, eyes focusing on the slight clench that tugged along Stiles’ jawline and how his eyes grew two sizes bigger. 

“What? I just need my car-”

“- washed, I know.” The amused tone of Scott’s voice broke through the other boy’s attempt to avert the conversation, a slight rosy blush playing upon Stiles’ cheeks as he refused to now take his eyes off the road ahead. Scott clicked his tongue, “So... this super obvious impatience has nothing to do with that fact that a particular someone is going to be helping out today?” 

The Stilinski boy’s entire face was suddenly flushed, the pink shade tickling at his neck as he fell into embarrassment. He knew that he was easy to read at times, but not this easy. Just the mere thought of you had his heart galloping, a slight sheen of anxious sweat beginning to clam up his hands, his fingers tapping an unreadable beat against the steering wheel to absentmindedly distract his zealousness. He wanted to blink and have you appear in front of him; to feel the velvet softness of your touch, hear the melodic song of your laugh, and see the bright rays of sunshine that epitomised your smile. Stiles didn’t just want you, he wanted to experience you.

Scott was watching him with fondness - he recognised that look of butterflies, how emotions played into the giddiness that would build Stiles’ whole persona when he was around you. He enjoyed seeing his friend happy, and found the utmost humour in how distracted Stiles would become just having you in the vicinity. Scott had hope for his friend, a was a firm supporter in keeping that innocent teenage love alive.

Scott watched as the town sped past the passenger side window, houses and trees blurring into one strip of ongoing colour. He couldn’t help the quirk of his lopsided grin, eyes focusing outside, although he didn’t need to look at Stiles to picture the flabbergasted expression he was about to uphold, “You should just ask her out, man. Bite the bullet. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“Ugh, I dunno, Scotty...” Sarcasm was heavily present now, accompanied by a breathless scoff and very evident roll of whisky eyes. Stiles allowed his words to trail as he quickly glanced to his amused friend and back to the road, “She could hear me? Laugh in my face? Say no?”

The Jeep began to slow as it reared behind a line of cars filtering into the school parking lot, the ears of the two boys perking at the faraway summer tunes in the distance. Scott sounded a small chuckle at Stiles’ atypical catastrophizing, “Riiight... and what’s the best thing?”

“We get married, have three kids, two dogs, and live in a big house with a white picket fence. I’m Sheriff and she is an Elementary school teacher and we are really fucking in love.” He hardly skipped in a beat in his reply, the words falling so effortlessly from his lips in a pragmatic tone. And if prompted, he could immediately list the names of your children and breed of dogs as if he’s lived it for the past ten years. 

“Have you thought about this already?” Scott interrupted the beginning stages of daydreaming, the other boy blinking rapidly as if he were knocked from a trance. 

Whisky hues bulged as realisation hit about what was asked, and Stiles shook his head roughly, lips pursed, “Uh, no, nope, not at all.” But the raise of Scott’s questioning brow indicated that he saw right through him, and Stiles couldn’t help but manage a large groan, hands gripping the steering wheel until knuckles were near white, “Okay, yes. Can we change the subject now?”

Silence engulfed the boys - the only sounds now falling through the open windows, loud chatter and growing tunes creating atmosphere as the Jeep rolled slowly through the queue. Stiles didn’t need Scott nudging at his side and pointing in the direction of where you were situated, as he had already clocked you from the moment he passed the threshold, the sun raining down on you as he saw an ethereal glow around your form. You had him like putty in the palm if your hand, and was completely clueless about it.

They were now next in line and Stiles’ leg wouldn’t stop shaking from the growing anticipation, Scott needing to reach out and hold it firmly down to cease the nervous habit. His little crush has easily flourished into infatuation and just knowing that you were so close was enough to brighten his day completely, but patience was not a virtue in the Stilinski boy’s book. 

The moment Stiles rolled the Jeep forward and put it in park, Scott was already slipping from the vehicle, causing Stiles to growl down to his friend, “Dude, where are you going?”

“I saw Kira when we drove in, gonna go say hi. Don’t fuck this up.” 

Stiles made a noise of complaint, nostrils slightly flaring, hands lifting into the air with an iconic flail, “Don’t fuck what up?”

With a salute and a cheeky wink in Stiles’ direction, Scott dropped his body to the tarmac below, his tone quiet enough for only the other boy to hear “Asking Y/N out, dumbass. I’ll see you later.” 

The sound of a car door slamming caught your attention as you rinsed out your allocated sponges, the chilled temperature of the water becoming a saving grace as your balmy hands were submerged within the bucket of soapy residue. You looked over your shoulder as you saw Malia welcome Scott, a smile quick to grow between your cheeks before you wiped your hands on the thighs of your shorts, skin sure to dry quickly within this weather. 

“Hey.” You called, the boy glad to reciprocate your greeting as you both neared closer. He was wearing a smirk and you couldn’t think of why, only that behind him sat Stiles in the safety of the Jeep’s cabin. Your head tilted as arms crossed over your chest, “What’s got you all smug?”

“Nothin’. Just got a feeling today’s gonna be a good day.” Scott replied, his hands slipping nonchalantly into the pockets of his cargo shorts, lopsided lips continuing to pull up into an expression of utter cheekiness. He knew something you didn’t, you thought, but chose to not play into it for now. Instead, a nod of acknowledgement was offered before you pointed in the direction of Kira. Scott sighed gently, “Thanks... hey, maybe you should go see Stiles? I think he wanted to ask you something.” 

He sounded so sure of himself as he headed away in the opposite direction, leaving you with furrowed brows of confusion and a sense of intrigue that instantly pulled your gaze to the vehicle standing before you. It took Stiles by surprise as you pulled open his passenger door, hands settling on your hips as you grinned up at him - your cheeks was mildly flushed from the heat, and your clothes clung more to your frame in the few places that had gotten wet. The look on your face screamed liveliness, along with the slight disheveledness of your hair. Caramel swirls swam as his eyes grew wider, words lost on the tip of his tongue as he drew you in; even with things slightly out of place, Stiles thought you were absolutely beautiful.

“You look hot...” Stiles trailed, eyebrows jolting up as he realised what he had said. He swallowed hard and inattentively gripped at his steering wheel, frozen as you breathed out a bashful giggle toward the tarmac below your feet. “Y-you know, b-because of the sun. Summer... summer, and, and all...” 

Your bottom lip was captured between your teeth, the flesh tugged gently as you tried to hide the way your friend’s comment seemed to resonate with you. It was no revelation that Stiles was hardly a smooth-talker, but even you couldn’t help the fact that his cumbersome way of words was so inevitably endearing. 

Your body gently lent against the frame of the open door, head tilted to the side before you offered a tender smile, “Scott said you wanted to ask me something?”

“Well, I-I...” The stuttering returned in the form of surprise, your comment throwing him off guard, in left field, under the bus. He was unsure how to reply regardless of the fact that he knew damn well what he wanted to say. Words collected on his tongue and they refused to leap, leaving Stiles in a predicament. You didn’t try to push him, instead raising a brow in softened confusion, an indicator for him to continue. All that the boy could do was gulp, his adam’s apple bobbing before he released a nervous chuckle, “I was wondering if, if you’d... you know.. if you’d like to, if you’d wanna... give Roscoe a good ol clean...” 

Stiles internally cringed - he was sure that he might have possibly externally cringed, as well. He watched through a slightly squinted view as now both of your brows rose, bafflement so evidently present in your eyes. It was unexpected, yet not entirely abnormal for the Stilinski boy. 

“I mean, yeah, that’s why I’m here.” You answered, trying to pull away from the questioning tone that was desperate to nip at your response. You shone another grin before closing the car door, your lips falling the moment he was out of view. You hated the feeling of hopefulness; the exhilaration and anticipation was nothing compared to the deflated aftermath that would often follow. You couldn’t even tell if he was happy to see you and it was starting to put a damper on your mood.

The sound of your name broke you from your bubble of thought, Sydney and Malia standing in front of you with cleaning supplies ready and questioning gazes of their own. It was a brisk decision to brush off your strange encounter with Stiles, instead focusing your energy on fulfilling your duties for the day and experiencing a little fun alongside your friends. Maybe he just didn’t feel the same butterflies you so often homed in your stomach.

Stiles sunk deep into the driver’s seat, his hands gripping at his face as they muffled the long and pained groan that he released the moment you disappeared from his sight. He had one job, and it was to ask you out. A handful of words, a quick sentiment. It would have been over and done by now but he lost whatever ‘cool’ he had left, and now he was paying the consequences by chastising himself in the seclusion of the Jeep.

Stiles’ head bounced back gently against the worn plush of the seat before pushing out a mellowing sigh between his teeth. He couldn’t help the anxiesties that began to flutter in his mind - worried if he blew it, scared that he turned you off for good. He hastily pulled out his phone, fingers hovering over an open message conversation with Scott as he tried to think what to say. He mumbled a quiet ‘fuck it’ under his breath before allowing his thumbs to spill word vomit into a text; hashing out his insecurities as he explained how the impromptu plan failed miserably. All that he got in reply from his large paragraph block of text was a simple ‘you’re an idiot’ from Scott’s end. For once, Stiles Stilinski agreed.

Ten minutes or so passed before Stiles could finally hear some sort of clarity from the ceased rinse cycle of the hose, his eyes opening to be met with a spotless windscreen. He slowly pushed himself into an upright position in time to see you talking to Malia, a smile finally returning between your cheeks, and Stiles could’ve sworn that if he stared for much longer than he’d be sinking back down into that seat in the form of a loved-up puddle. And he almost did, if it wasn’t for his passenger door opening and Scott making his way back beside his friend. 

The boy laughed, “Dude, pick up your jaw.” He said to Stiles, observing just how intense the infatuation was really becoming. Stiles fumbled as he broke from his entrancement, his throat coughing as he cleared it to cover up his brief moment of rapt focus. He could feel Scott’s glare burn into the side of his skull - an odd concoction of amused disappointment at how he so easily messed up such a simple task.

“Don’t.” Stiles said, simply, his teeth gritted and tone offering a soft warning. 

“ I didn’t say anything - ” 

“Okay! I know I fucked it up, I know!” He continued, groaning again, his head falling back to the headrest as large hands covered his face once more. His voice was obstructed, yet Scott could make out the tiniest of details - something along the lines of how Stiles was planning on running away to another country and changing his name.

A small knock against the driver’s side door caused the nervous boy to suddenly jump, even more so when he saw you glancing up at him from the other side. The window was quickly wound down before he smiled - a grin that was very highly-strung, yet he couldn’t help but show happiness as you looked toward him with those bright eyes. 

“I can promise you that Roscoe’s looking like a brand new car.” Your voice was airy, trying to feign a tone that didn’t express the mild discontent that you were still feeling. You heard as Scott chuckled in the background, a comment made about how you have yet to see the five rolls of duct tape holding the engine together, before Stiles reached behind him with a soft blow to his friend’s bicep.

Lanky fingers were quick to fumble around in his pocket before pulling out a folded bill of cash, a much appreciated contribution toward Lydia’s fundraising goal. You accepted it was another smile, pink shades poking the tip of your nose as you said a quiet thanks in return.

An awkward silence began to set in as you suddenly found your entangled fingers an interesting distraction, Stiles stealing glances toward you as he picked at loose threads on the hem of his tee. It was driving Scott crazy. “Thanks again for the wash, Y/N. We’ll see you around.” He called out over Stiles’ shoulder, hand raised in a wave as he tried to push some life back into the gawky tension. You immediately reciprocated his sentiment, showcasing the splendour that always managed to draw Stiles to your eyes, and the benevolence that built up the smiling curl of your lips.

Stiles had never wanted to stay at and leave a place so bad in his life.

“I should’ve just said it, right? When we were leaving... I should’ve just asked her... right?” This was the third time that Stiles had brought up this topic since he and Scott left the parking lot of the School. Indecision was clawing at him and fuelling anxieties that will surely play on his mind for at least another twelve months. Minimum. 

Scott sighed for the third time, too, his head lolling to the side to look at the straightened figure beside him, “There’s always next time, man. You’ll find another reason to talk to her.” 

Stiles’ lips curled in as he pondered numerous scenarios; scenes flashing through his mind like a video on fast forward, considering when would be the perfect time to just ask you out. But Stiles Stilinski wasn’t much for predetermined plans when in this headspace, choosing to impulsively turn the jeep around on the empty road and head for the Preserve, not much more than a five minute drive away. 

Scott’s eyebrow quirked, his tone questioning, “What’re you up to?” 

“Just doing what you said. Finding another reason to talk to her.”  

Scott never anticipated that he’d find himself some time after staring at his friend as they stood in front of the Jeep, a look of incredulity forming the purse of his lips and furrowing of his brows. They were alone and luckily shrouded by a canopy of trees, blocking out the heat from the sun. Scott opened his mouth before closing it, the action continual as he tried to come to terms with what Stiles just asked. “Can you repeat that? Not sure I heard you right.”

“I said...” Stiles announciated, reaching down to grasp a handful of the earth's soil, “Throw dirt on my car.” 

So, Scott did hear him right, the gentle chocolate hues of his eyes widening significantly as Stiles hurled his handful of dirt across the hood of the Jeep. The iconic sky blue shade quickly turned to a murky grey as more dirt was piled on, but Scott remained standing back in confusion. It wasn’t until Stiles ushered him again, that he eventually lent down to grasp at his own handful.

 The intentions were well, but the moment Stiles heard loud clinking sounds, his head immediately spun to face his friend and you’d think from afar that the world was ending there and then.

“Scott, dude... the rocks!” Stiles yelped, a whine slipping next from his lips as he leapt to his hood, checking for damage. Fingers carefully treading over any possible dints, his voice now hoarse as whispered words were spoken under bated breath, the softened force blowing dust specks into the air, “Not the paintwork, don’t scratch the paintwork...” 

Eyes could not have been rolled back further before hands were held high in defence, Scott taking gentle footsteps backwards in time with his chuckles of disbelief, “You’re completely insufferable.” 

And the Stilinski boy was. His mind was running a million miles per second, hyperactivity busying his thoughts and playing upon all emotions. Stiles felt like a ticking time bomb, yet held so much placidness at the same time - a conflict that he was yet to decipher. He so easily scolded himself for his indecisiveness, but just seeing your face as he briefly closed his eyes reminded him that there was a suchness in being contented. There was a reason, a way, and he desperately needed that light that you shone so benevolently to finally ground him.

With a huff and shake of his head, Stiles stood back to his full height, lips managing to pull into a smirk toward the other boy, “Just a bit more dirt, Scotty, and we’ll try a take two. I’ll get it right this time.” 

You didn’t expect to turn around and be faced with a familiar front bumper, leading up into a dusty grey-toned vehicle that looks as if it’d been driven full throttle through a sandstorm. Your brows rose as you treaded a few steps over the heated tarmac, the back of your band absentmindedly lifting to wipe at the sweat gathering on your forehead from the midday sun. You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that fell from you when you saw that the window to the driver’s seat had already been wound down, as if the driver himself was expecting you to pay visitation to his side again.

You lent up as far as you could until your arms were just able to sit within the space of the missing window, your chin leaning on top of them as they crossed. Your throat hummed, “What’d you guys do to all our hard work?” 

Stiles snickered sheepishly as his own arm was thrown behind his head, pink shades playing upon his cheeks, “I don’t know, we just, ya know... found it like this...” 

Scott nearly choked on air at the poor excuse.

“You found Roscoe like this?” You spoke with yet another question, somewhat intrigued with where this story could take you, and how Stiles’ typical knack of overdramatizing would feed the recount, “And what do you think may have happened for the Jeep to look like it took a nap in a garden bed?” 

“Dirt... storm?” He mentally slapped himself as the words left the tip of his tongue. Not only could he feel Scott sliding with immense embarrassment down the passenger-side seat, but he could also see the way the cogs tried to turn in your head with no avail to comprehend what he was saying. He cleared his throat before attempting to reiterate his reasoning, “Like a gust of wind, big gust, full of... dirt, super windy. S-super... super dirt-y...” 

You tried to ignore the loud snort of amusement stemming from an eavesdropping Malia, her gaze focused on rinsing out rags and sponges only a few feet away from you. She had nearly finished the preparation for round two of cleaning Stiles’ car and it prompted you to push out your lips as you slowly nodded along to his story, “Right, sure. Well... if you need me - us “ You were quick to correct yourself, coughing to cover the slip up, “Us... we’ll just be out here, washing the Jeep, again.” 

The second you stepped back, the window went up, and Scott practically numbed his friend’s arm from the bellowing punch he threw his way. He groaned as fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose, muttering a frustrated ‘unbelievable’ to his lap. All that Stiles had to do was keep his cool - but he was acting just as thickly as the summer air outside.

Scott eventually peered to the side, capturing Stiles’ stiff posture and widened appalled eyes. Stiles spoke with a raspy throat, “Don’t you even think about commenting on what the fuck just happened.” 

But Scott couldn’t help it; gentle laughter pushing first through his nose before it was tangled among his amused words, “Dirt storm? Really?” 

You finally felt relief as the harshness of the sun settled behind the body of the school; a saving grace that was much needed after the balmy exposure you found yourself within all day. The changing position of the sun meant that the afternoon was nearing dusk, and that meant that your day of work was nearly over. Yours was among a handful of other bodies that had gathered for a brief chat in-between customers, an array of stories and gossip shared until you were eventually broken away by the sound of your name.

Looking back over to where your team was stationed, your eyes grew to the size of saucers. Malia was in astonishment, gesturing toward that too-familiar Jeep as it rolled up to the spot that was practically theirs by now. You’d never have thought that you would be seeing these boys so many times in one day; yet here you were, wandering back up to the same window to be met by that same stupidly cute boy, with the hopes that he’d entertain you with yet another fashioned explanation.

You didn’t even have to a speak a word before Stiles was pouring out an excuse, his hands adding expression as they flailed helplessly around him within the small space of the cabin, “You should’ve seen it, Y/N, Scott’s drink just... it flew right outta his hands, right, and all over the bonnet. It was wild. Just totally... totally out of nowhere... you know... so... so crazy...” 

Your voice was filled with mirth as you mimicked him, head nodding in acknowledgement, “So crazy.” 

The faint scent of strawberry milkshake filled the air as you peeked over the the car’s front, a large splatter now meeting your gaze and it made you sigh in hilarity. You were confused, but still found your meet-ups mildly endearing. 

What Stiles refrained to tell you was that he offered to by Scott lunch as compensation for his erratic behaviour, only to grow impulsive when he discovered another reason to find himself back at the car wash. He had plucked the drink and lent out of the car window, the beverage raining down onto the hood as Scott’s expression dropped into the utmost despair. He was getting more desperate, yet it only enraged the anxiety knotting his stomach.

You showed cheekiness as you held your hand out, awaiting another ten dollar bill before the cleaning commenced. The corners of your eyes wrinkled as you smiled widely, head only slightly tipped to the side, “Pay up, Stilinski. I’m not doing shit until you place a pretty Hamilton on my palm. I’m also accepting tips.” You winked his way, proud as you watched his head shake as a small laugh left his lip, and two bills were handed to you with no hesitation. 

You bit your lip, head shaking as you gave one back to the boy, “I was joking.” You explained. More like, you were flirting, but even then Stiles huffed that he wanted you to keep it. For the fundraiser. 

Stiles looked at you with all the adoration in the world - caramel eyes gleaming in the afternoon light as they softened over your face, able to easily fall into a daze as he smiled drunkingly at you. The butterflies quickly returned as they fluttered in your stomach, and it made your heart race and chest fill with warmth. You were chuffed. He made you chuffed. You own cheeks were flushing with a pink hue before you took a chance, hope-filled that he was feeling the same as you, “Is there anything else you need me for before I go?”

You were giving him the opportunity. You were throwing him a life-line and he knew it. It was right in front of him and he could grasp it and hold it close to his thumping heart if he really wanted to - but the boy was frozen. Words refused to push past his lips. His body stopped working. His palms were clamming up and Scott swore that Stiles had stopped breathing for a short moment. 

His voice was uncharacteristically quiet as he was losing his courage, eventually finishing on another half-assed response, “Just... you’re doing a great job. Five stars.” 

You patted at the sill of the car window, mouth curling in as you looked away. Disappointment flooded you once again, and you had to remind yourself why you shouldn’t grow hopeful. 

It also reminded Stiles that he didn’t like to see you as anything but your usual epitome of sunshine. 

“No. No way.” Hands were situated firmly on her hips as Lydia stood in the entryway to the Beacon Hills High parking lot. Stiles had rubbed god-only-knows what on his car and was back to see you again, but she wasn’t having any of it. 

“Oh, come on, Lydia. Do you know how much I’ve contributed to this stupid Prom thing today? Just let me in.” He whined, earning himself an exhausted chuckle from Scott beside him. 

She didn’t budge, and she wouldn’t. Lydia remained standing her ground with a neutral expression, her eyes only heeding a warning as her perfectly sculpted brow rose to challenge him. “I know exactly how much you’ve contributed. You’ve been here like, once an hour.” 

“He’s trying to ask Y/N out.” Scott added as he ducked his head out of his window, voice laced with tiredness from his fractured day. 

Green eyes rolled at the admission, fingers tensing as they wiggled over her shirt. She looked bored, and it made it easier for the smallest tone of judgement to wrap within her words, “I don’t think getting the girl you’re crushing on to wash your car all day is a good way to ask her out.” 

Another strong punch to Stiles’ arm made him yip loudly as Scott stared at him, his eyes deep screaming out that he was unimpressed. His voice was low and scolding, “I fucking told you so, you idiot.” 

Brown locks fell as Stiles’ head dropped to the rim of his steering wheel, a guttural groan echoing loudly around him. He wasn’t happy with himself, and if you weren’t so damn captivating, then he might have given up quicker. But he won’t, because he’s Stiles, and giving up isn’t a thing that he’s ever known to do. He was overly hyperactive, spontaneous, and strong-headed but he never was one to quit. Especially when it came to the cute girl at the car wash.

“Are you gonna let me in, Lyds?” He begged, tone defeated as he stared at the strawberry-blonde with wide pleading eyes. She clicked her tongue as she considered thought, her facade still not showing even the tiniest crack. Eventually, she stepped aside with a knowing look - another warning, a promise that if this didn’t end well then she’d show off what her anger truly entails. It was seen within her piercing eyes and protective scowl, truly terrifying when you’re found to be on the receiving end.

Stiles didn’t bother driving all the way up, opting to walk over instead with hands buried into the depths of his denim pockets to hide the nervous fiddling of his lanky fingers. He felt the dissipation of pressure when he noticed that you were alone, and the setting sun emitting a halo of light that framed you perfectly. If this wasn’t a sign, then he didn’t know what was.

He swallowed quickly, mouth suddenly dry as he lapped at his lips. This felt too surreal, like he was floating through a dream and that his body was filled with instant warmth as you looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. 

“Hey, you. No car?” You asked, showing off a full toothy grin as your hands clasped behind your back. Little did Stiles know that you too were nervously playing with your fingers.

He smiled back, speaking honestly for the first time today as he stopped only a feet or two away from you, “Didn’t really wanna hide behind it anymore.”

 It was easier to see him now that he was close enough to touch; soft brown freckles much more evident across his skin as they glowed in the afternoon light, a beautiful contrast to the dark moles that splayed constellations beside his cheeks. His eyes grew golden and you could practically taste the caramel shade that radiated so mesmerizingly from them. He was much more vulnerable as he stood with buried hands and a bashful boyish smile that made you feel weak.  

He was so gentle and you couldn’t hold back.

“Did you wanna go out sometime? I mean - “ You laughed nervously, and Stiles couldn’t have found it any more adorable if he tried, “I like you. I know it sounds so totally middle school to say that, but I do. You make my knees weak, and my heart race, and i get these... these butterflies - “

“In your stomach? And it makes you feel weird, kinda sick but in a good way? The butterflies feel good?” He interjected, unable to hold back now that he had seen your feelings laying on the line. 

Yout bit your lip, nodding in agreement, “Exactly. It’s like... a good nervous. A perfect kind of nervous. You make me smile and I swear I can feel my chest swell with so much happiness, it’s crazy.” 

Stiles raised an eyebrow, “So crazy?” 

“Yeah, so crazy.” You wanted to reach over and slap his arm from repeating your earlier words, his tone just as mocking, but it only showed you that everything you did meant just as much to him, as he did to you.

“I wanted to tell you all day... fuck, I like you too. Probably a little too much. That probably is probably a definitely... definitely a definitely - “ He hummed as he stopped to think to himself, getting lost for a short moment before the gentle touch of your hand was felt against his cheek, and Stiles could have melted to the ground right there and then.

You had to gulp down as you locked eyes with the boy, their doe-like appearance prompting your bottom lip to catch between your teeth again, “I definitely like you a little too much, too, Stiles.” 

With careful movements, his hand raised to sit tenderly over your hold, and he was hoping that you weren't able to hear the hammering of his loving heart against the caging of his chest. 

Stiles eventually released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the sigh sounding content and pleased, “Burgers?” 

You nodded in reply before your tone was laced in amusement, “Only if you promise not to throw my shake at your car.” 

“I don’t know, if it means I get to see the cute car wash girl again, then maybe that’s a promise I’ve gotta break.” 

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader

[geekyimagines]

FANDOM:

The Walking Dead

CHARACTER(S):

Maggie Greene/Rhee x GN!Reader

GENRE:

Romance, fluff, slight!angst

WARNINGS:

None

SUMMARY:

Set mid season 11 at Hilltop. Reader is crushing on Maggie and thinks it's unrequited. It is indeed requited. Maggie is also kind of stressed because, well, *gestures vaguely at her life*.

Relax

Barely anyone went with Maggie to Hilltop after the Commonwealth made their offer. Those that did struggled with the lack of food and the near constant onslaught of walkers. It was a hard life and many were reconsidering their choice to go to Hilltop.

You never did.

You had known Maggie since the farm. She had always considered you her best friend, the one person she could always rely on. Meanwhile, Maggie was your secret crush.

Of course, you never admitted your feelings to her. Whether it was because of her absolute love for Glenn or the fact that you couldn't imagine her being interested in you, the idea of actually confessing how you felt made you nauseous. If confessing didn't ruin your friendship, it would at least make things unbearably awkward. Maggie meant too much to you to lose her like that.

You loved her.

So of course you followed her when she became a leader, and you never once regretted choosing her over the Commonwealth.

Even now, as your empty stomach gnawed at itself and hot bile rose to your throat in the heat of the midday sun, you couldn't bring yourself to regret your decision. You were busy hammering up sheets of old metal to patch up the holes in Hilltop's wall. The Whisperers had ruined the place, but by god you were going to rebuild what they had torn down even if it killed you. This was where Maggie and Hershel called home. This was where Glenn was buried. Hilltop was important.

A light chuckle came from behind. You smiled at the sound, knowing who it was without having to look.

"You tryin' to go for the world record for sweat in a shirt?" Maggie teased. "You're close to beating Daryl at this point."

You turned and gave Maggie a smirk. She was standing in her stained red shirt and jeans, her blonde hair loose, and her hand shading her eyes from the sun. There was a toothy grin on her face. It was one of the rare times she seemed to be in a genuinely good mood.

"Just doing my job, boss," you replied playfully.

"I think it's time you took a break. Don't want you fainting out here 'cause you overworked yourself."

You were going to argue when you felt a bead of sweat roll down the length of your spine and another slide over your left temple. It was a hot day and you had been working all morning on the wall. It was better than having to go out and deal with the dead, at least.

"I suppose a little rest wouldn't be too bad," you agreed, setting down your hammer on a nearby bench.

"Good, cause I wanna talk to you about somethin'."

"Oh?"

Maggie nodded her head towards the mansion. "Inside," she said. "You need some time outta the sun. Any longer and you're either gonna cook or burst into flames."

"Probably burst into flames," you mused, squinting up at the clear blue sky. "It feels like a 'burst into flames' kind of day."

Maggie huffed a laugh and together you headed into the mansion. Only Lydia was inside when you both entered. She was sitting in one of the armchairs sharpening her knife. She flashed you and Maggie a kindly smile as you both headed upstairs.

When you reached the top, Maggie led you into one of the bedrooms and closed the door behind you. You sat on the corner of the bed, relief shooting through your sore limbs, and wiped the sweat off your brow with the back of your arm. Maggie watched you with amusement dancing in her eyes. You gave her a puzzled look.

"What's so funny?"

"You must have been real tired to look that happy to sit down."

"Well, going for the 'most sweat in a shirt' record is hard work."

A solemn look darkened Maggie's face. She came and sat beside you on the bed.

"It ain't fair you workin' this hard."

"We all have our part," you reassured her. "I don't mind. It's just what we have to do until things get better."

"Hershel's out guarding wall with Elijah," said Maggie, clearly lost in her own thoughts. "You're working to the point of dropping. Everyone's starving. I know we just gotta keep going, but I hate seeing everyone suffer like this." Her sad green eyes turned to you. "I hate seeing you suffer."

"I'm fine, Maggie," you assured. "You don't need to worry about me."

"But I do worry about you. All the time." Maggie shook her head, her eyes drifting up to the ceiling. "God, every time you go out beyond the wall I just keep thinking of ways I'm gonna lose you too."

"Hey, I'm fine." You gently grab her hand, which she quickly clasped between both of hers and held like it was the only thing keeping you from disappearing altogether. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You know why I can't lose you, don't you?" she asked, looking you directly in the eye. A small smile tugged onto her lips. "Why I can't have you burstin' into flames out there? Apart from Hershel, you're the most important person in my life."

Your heart fluttered. Even though you knew you would always only be her friend, it was good to hear that you mattered so deeply to someone you loved.

"Well I know you're the most important person in my life," you replied happily. "I'll always be there when you need me."

"Good," said Maggie. A mischievous glint came to her eye. "About time you came clean though."

Your mind went blank, confused. You blinked at her dumbly.

"Come clean?" you asked.

She raised her right hand and brushed her fingers across your cheek until her palm was flat against the side of your face. Her hand was warm, even against your overheated skin. The wide grin she wore was somewhere between adoring and downright wicked.

"You know I know about your crush on me, don't you?"

You choked on air.

"I-I'm sorry?!" you spluttered, alarmed.

"Relax!" she laughed, dropping her hand from the side of your face, only to grab onto your hand again. "I've known for a long time now. You're not as good at hiding it as you think."

"Oh god..." Your stomach felt like a hole had been punched through it. This was everything you had feared. "Maggie, I'm so sorry -"

"What are you sorry for?! It's a good thing!"

"I-It is...?"

"Of course! It'd be really awkward if I was the only one with feelings here."

"Y-You...? Huh...?"

"How about I make myself a little clearer for you then?"

Maggie gripped the sides of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and moved gently against your own. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears. Your mind had already been flung out of the window at her confession. All that was left was bubbling joy and the wonderful feeling of Maggie.

Maggie was kissing you. It wasn't just a fantasy anymore. This was actually happening. Maggie was actually kissing you.

When she eventually pulled away she was smiling broadly. However, one look at your dazed, lovedrunk expression and she burst out laughing. You laughed with her.

When Maggie sobered from her amusement, she rested her hand on your arm and gave it a light squeeze.

"I figured it was time I told you," she said. "I want to move on with my life. I want to be happy. I want to be with you. You think you're up for that?"

You placed your hand over the top of hers on your arm.

"Always have been."

#the walking dead #maggie greene #maggie rhee #maggie greene x reader #maggie rhee x reader #twd #maggie x reader

[bonniebird]

Cora Hale x McCall!Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked: Could I please have an imagine where the reader is Scott McCall’s younger twin sister who is also turned into a werewolf like her brother. She meets Cora Hale and actually ends up becoming friends with her. The two end up falling in love with each other and neither will admit it. One night the pack go to Derek’s loft to hang out. The pack decides to play truth or dare which somehow leads to the reader and Cora getting together and kissing. Everyone is shocked. Basically fluffy and angsty please.

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“This is awful.” Lydia commented as she watched you and Cora. Scott looked over at the two of you and smiled then shot a look at Lydia who realised he was looking at her, rolling hers she went on to elaborate. “Watching these two fawn over each other like they aren’t in love.” 

“They can probably hear you.” Scott said quickly. He knew that you had a crush on Cora. It was clear as day. He watched the two of you sitting together talking so intently that neither of you would have heard anyone else. 

“Doubtful. They’re in a  world of their own. Why can’t they just admit they’re in love with each other and get over this shy crush nonsense.” Lydia grumbled. After a little pressing Scott found out that Lydia had been their third wheel. She had been dragged to dates, dinners and events that she, on some occasions, wasn't even invited to.

“Maybe we could come up with something…” Scott started to say but Lydia cut him off.

“I’ve already got it sorted. There’s a party at the weekend. At my house.” Lydia informed him. Scott stared at Lydia for a moment and cracked an amused smile. He glanced at you and Cora and found himself happy that you’d found someone. He had been a little worried when your ex broke up with you when you’d first turned. You hadn’t been interested in anyone else since. 

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Lydia’s party was closer to a rager than a party. Almost every room in her house had someone cheering, singing and dancing. If you wanted a quiet moment alone you would have had to go and sit at the end of the drive.

“Five minutes in heaven!” Lydia cheered when she spotted you. You had arrived later than your brother who had been whisked away that morning by Lydia to help her with decorations. She had pulled out all the stops for the party. Streamers, balloon arches and dramatic flower ornaments took up the room that wasn’t occupied by dancers. 

Lydia held up her hand and rummaged in it. Pulling out two names she grinned in a way that had Scott convinced that despite the small pile of paper in the hat, there were only two names in it.

“(Y/N) and Cora!” Lydia cheered. Everyone else cheered and the two of you went off into the cupboard. The door clicked shut behind you.

“Did she just lock us in?” You asked and Cora chuckled, fumbling around for a light switch. When it clicked on she was incredibly close to you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before Cora leaned in and the two of you kissed. Your lips pressed together in a sweet, soft kiss. Then it became rougher. The two of you tangled together, pulling each other close as you found yourself getting carried away with the release of the realisation that you both felt the same way. The door opened and you both pulled apart. Lydia gave you both knowing looks but immediately turned around.

“Truth or dare time.” She called. There was a chorus of complaints about missing out on scene minutes in heaven as only you and Cora had a go but the McCall pack gathered around, catching the look of determination on Lydia’s face. Stiles caught on quickly to what she was doing and confirmed with Scott while the others simply knew better than to question her.

She set the game up and everyone crowded around the empty bottle she span on her plush carpet. It spun smoothly and stopped on you. Lydia’s eyes locked with yours and she smiled in a strange way.

“I dare you to kiss Cora.” She waited, expecting you to fidget and fluster. She wasn’t entirely sure that the two of you had gotten up to anything serious in the cupboard. Shrugging you leaned across the small circle around the bottle. Cora smiled and did the same, kissing you sweetly when you met before sitting down.

“(Y/N) and Cora?” Liam whispered to Mason who shrugged. Lydia looked smug while everyone else looked a little surprised.

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#cora hale #cora hale x reader #bonniebird

[storiesforallfandoms]

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy;harry potter

word count: 1794

request?: yes!

“Would you be willing to write Dramione. A little take on the classic Granger Family Reunion where she her cousins try to shame her but then she gets to show off everything she’s earned and worked hard for. I live vicariously through these kinds of fics. My extended family sucks and I always wish I could do something like this.”

description: in which her muggle cousins try to make fun of her, but she gets to brag to them about all the good things she has in life, including her boyfriend who is there to witness it all

pairing: hermione granger x draco malfoy

warnings: swearing

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Very few of Hermione’s extended family knew the truth about what she and Draco were. It was a hard secret to keep, but they weren’t allowed to tell anyone outside of her parents and grandparents since the rest of her family were Muggles.

The story they told her family was that she went away to a private school at the age of 10 and that’s where she met Draco. Now that they were graduated, and Hermione was living with Draco in the Wizarding World and interning at the Ministry of Magic, the story had changed to say that she was working at a small business owned by Draco’s family while she waited to hear about college admissions.

Hermione always dreaded her family reunions. She had always been the black sheep of her family. Her cousins were always so judgmental of her; they always had something negative to say about her no matter what she said or did. If it weren’t for her parents and Draco’s insistence, she’d probably never go to a family reunion for the rest of her life.

The next Granger family reunion was a few weeks before Christmas. Hermione was already home to spend Christmas with her parents, so she couldn’t even come up with some excuse to get out going.

Hermione found herself stood in a corner on her own in her aunt’s house while the rest of her family conversed. No one was trying to speak to her and she was almost grateful for that. She was thinking about finding Draco and the two of them making their escape before anyone knew they had gone.

“‘Mione!”

Hermione tried not to cringe as her cousin, Elizabeth, walked over to her. She threw her arms around the young witch in a bone crushing hug, signifying to Hermione that she had already had a few too many drinks.

“Hello Lizzie,” Hermione said, awkwardly patting her on the back. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m lovely! You know how much I love the holiday season!”

I know how much you love the wine, Hermione thought to herself.

“So, where’s your sweetheart?” Elizabeth asked. “Don’t tell me he didn’t come this year.”

“He’s just over there, talking with mum and Aunt Lydia,” Hermione responded, nodding in the direction where Draco was stood with her family.

As if sensing them looking at him, Draco looked over at the two Granger women. He met eyes with Hermione and gave her a small smile, which she reciprocated. She was glad to have Draco there with her. It made the whole event much more bearable to get through, and she knew that if she wanted to go at any time before the end of the night, Draco would happily go with her.

“Oh, he is certainly fond of you,” Elizabeth commented. “Look at the way he’s looking at you. That’s pure love right there.”

Hermione couldn’t stifle the giggle that bubbled from her lips. “I would certainly hope so.”

“So why hasn’t he put a ring on that finger yet?”

Any ounce of amusement that Hermione was feeling drained from her immediately. Here we go. The judgement about the littlest things. Never mind that she and Draco were still in their post secondary, still only in their early teens, had only been together four years. Not to mention that marriage wasn’t exactly necessary when they were already living together.

Hermione gave her cousin a sickly sweet false smile and said, “Goodbye Elizabeth.”

She tried to walk away, but Elizabeth shot a hand out to grab her arm and stopped her in her tracks.

“Wait! Come on, I didn’t mean anything by the question,” she insisted. “I was just asking.”

“Seems you should be asking Draco that question,” Hermione responded, coolly.

“Should be asking me what question?”

Draco appeared next to the cousins, sliding an arm around Hermione’s waist. She tried to relax into his touch, but it seemed almost impossible. Now that the metaphorical damn had broken, she felt ready to leave before any more scrutiny came her way.

“Lizzie was asking why you haven’t proposed to me yet,” Hermione said.

Her cousin’s face turned crimson red. “It was just a simple question!”

“It was a judgmental question.”

“Love, why don’t we get you a drink?” Draco interrupted. “Excuse us, Elizabeth.”

Hermione was steaming as Draco led her to the kitchen. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying anything she may regret. She knew that Draco’s offer to get her a drink was just to get her away from the situation that was upsetting her, but now that she was here, she started pouring herself a glass of wine.

“God, they’re all such catty assholes,” she muttered as she downed her glass. “I can’t believe I keep coming to these get togethers.”

“You’d feel bad if you didn’t,” Draco said.

“Would I? I think I’d feel much better about myself if I didn’t have a bunch of my supposed family making me feel like a useless nobody every time I see them.”

“But you’re not a useless nobody.” Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione’s waist and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was within earshot. “You are the best witch I have ever met in my life. You helped to defeat the most powerful wizard of all time, and now you have an internship at the Ministry of Magic. Personally, I think you’re amazing.”

Hermione smiled a little. “They don’t know all that.”

“They don’t need to know that. You know that, and I know that.”

He learned forward and placed his forehead against Hermione’s. She smiled and leaned into his touch.

“You know how to make me feel good,” she said.

“I like when you feel good. You get that cute smile on your face when you feel good.”

Hermione giggled and closed the space between them. She was grateful that Draco had come with her, and that he was always so willing to be by her side when she needed him. Maybe she could convince him to take her home early so they could have some time alone before her parents got home.

“There you two - oh!”

Hermione and Draco pulled away from one another and looked over to see Hermione’s mom in the doorway to the kitchen. She buried her face in Draco’s chest as she felt it heat up with embarrassment.

“Your Aunt June wants to do the family toast,” she told the two lovers. “We’re all gathering in the lounge.”

Hermione internally groaned.

The family toast was another self-indulgent practice at these Granger family reunions. It was when the family gathered around so that whoever was holding the reunion could make a big speech about how proud they were of the family and all the accomplishments everyone had been through. Of course, there was always backhanded compliments made at Hermione’s expense.

Seeing Hermione’s distaste, Draco whispered, “After the toast we’ll leave. I promise.”

Hermione leaned into him and they walked into the lounge where the rest of the family was gathered.

As to be expected, the “toast” reached 10 minutes and Hermione’s eyes started to gloss over. Her Aunt’s voice was droning on and on about the year her kids had (with some brief mentions of her husband) to a point where Hermione was falling asleep standing up. She leaned her head against Draco’s shoulder and closed her eyes, feigning sleep. Draco covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

“My dear brother, Wendall,” Aunt June said. “Another great year for you at the office. And Monica, as wonderful as ever, always so good to my baby brother.”

Hermione’s parents politely smiled.

Aunt June turned her attention to Hermione to add, “Joined tonight by their wonderful daughter, Hermione, and her boyfriend, Draco.”

When her Aunt June went on to speak about someone else almost immediately, Hermione felt her already thin patience run out. Before she could stop herself, she said, “That’s it?”

Everyone turned to look at her. Draco put an arm around her waist, supportively, but knew to let her go wherever this was going.

“What do you mean?” Aunt June asked.

“You spent over 10 minutes talking about your own kids and how ‘successful’ they were this year when all they did was just barely pass their classes and one of them quit yet another job. But you can’t even spare a couple of minutes to talk about how I’m doing this year?”

The room was awkwardly silent. Hermione’s parents hid their proud smiles behind their glasses of wine while Draco wore his openly on his face.

Aunt June let out an awkward laugh. “We hardly see you, Hermione. You can’t blame us for not knowing what you’re doing?”

“So you can’t call my mum and ask? Not even a simple ‘How is Hermione doing’ every once in a while?”

When her aunt didn’t respond, she continued, “I graduated my high school classes with the top grades of my class. I got an internship with a very important business to me that could forward my career, and I moved into my own apartment with Draco, where we adopted another cat together. So, I have been just as successful as any of you. You just opt to ignore it because I didn’t go to college right away or I’m not engaged or working a high paying job even though I’m still only 19.”

Her anger had reached its boiling point and she knew it was time to go. She took hold of Draco’s hand, mumbled a quick “See you at home” to her parents before leaving. A quiet murmur rose through the room as they left, only being cut off by Hermione slamming the front door shut.

As they got into the car, Hermione let out a frustrated groan. “I’m never coming to one of these ever again. Never! They do this every time and I’m goddamn sick of it! If they want to treat me like this, then I’ll - ”

Draco took hold of her face and pulled her in for a kiss. The gesture both shocked and comforted her. She melted into the kiss, leaning into his touch.

“Was that to shut me up?” she asked when they pulled away.

“A little,” he admitted. “But also because I think you’re amazing and I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself in there.”

She smiled. “Thank you. I appreciate you coming to these horrendous gatherings with me.”

“I’ll go to another hundred horrendous events for you, love.”

Hermione kissed Draco again. “Let’s go back to my parents’ place. I want to be as far away from here as possible, and I want to be cuddled up with my boyfriend and a nice mug of hot chocolate.”

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[sawyerconfort]

more winona characters x reader, please!

winona ryder is turning your kids gay 51!

so I decided that, in celebration of that, I would take this old request and make it a special preference for her birthday!

here we go, preferences with my favorite Winona characters (the best known ones too, because it would be easy for everyone to read and recognize the situations), to celebrate her birthday!

Masterlist is pinned on the blog!

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Please send me an ask!

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First “I Love You” With Winona Ryder characters 

W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N...

(Veronica Sawyer, Joyce Byers, Kim Boggins, Lydia Deetz and Mina Murray)

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Veronica Sawyer

You were lying on her bed after an exhausting day at school. Veronica was your one and only girlfriend, and all the times you had spent together were your best moments.

But in the midst of it all, there was JD. Jason Dean and his obsession with Veronica, on the sickest level imaginable.

You knew he wanted Veronica, but it annoyed you a lot and you thought you were insufficient when she paid attention to him and fell for her charms. However, he never asked your girlfriend if she had feelings for him.

At least not until now.

“Seriously, (Y\NN), why are you so sad?”, Veronica asked, while you were cuddling on the bed. She was the smallest spoon and had noticed how distant you seemed as you petted her.

"I'm not."

“Yes, you are,” she nodded. "Actually, I think I already know why...", Veronica smiled and took your face with both hands. “Is it because of JD?”

You swallowed hard but didn't respond.

“Oh, (Y\NN), that's bullshit!”, she smiled, still with her hands on her face. "Everyone knows he's a little shit looking for attention, and that I only have eyes for girls... in fact, one girl in particular who is the most beautiful girl in the world..."

Veronica kissed you in a quick peck, and you remained speechless until then. She was still holding her face when she broke the kiss, and close to her lips, whispered a loud, resounding, "I love you," just so you could be sure she was yours, and would never be anyone else's.

Joyce Byers

It all happened after what happened with Will. It had been a difficult time for Joyce, and you had come along just in time, as the savior of the homeland, heroically returning to the city and helping her and Deputy Hopper solve the mystery of the Hawkins Lab and its shenanigans.

Now the two of you were sitting on the porch of the Byers' house, smoking casually, you amused that Joyce was no longer a smoker. Suddenly, she turned and smiled at you.

“I probably would’ve died without your help, (Y\N).”

“My help?”, you widened your eyes. "I didn't do anything, Joyce, really."

“Yes, you did” she whispered, calmly. “If it weren't for you, I never would have found out where Will was. And I would never have had the courage to go into that horrible place and suffer those psychological tortures with that half-baked doctor, you know?”

Joyce smiled and took you free hand. “Remember how cowardly you were in high school, (Y\N)?” that was funny. “No, I'm serious. You couldn't even kill a fly. Seeing you like this reminded me of something I had promised myself I would forget...”

“What something?”

You dropped the question, knowing you'd regret it later.

Joyce cleared her throat and pressed her fingers through yours. "I used to like you. I loved you. Since high school, when you were a coward,” she sighed. “And since then, I've never been able to love anyone .I love you, (Y\NN), since we were eighteen..."

Kim Boggs

In fact, the whole thing happened because you were talking to Kim's family after Edward disappeared. She was visibly shaken, because she loved him more than she could have predicted, and she didn't imagine that one day he would leave her for good, despite her faults.

She was casually walking down the hall when she overheard you talking in the kitchen:

"I don't know how I'm going to do it, sir, actually..." You cleared your throat uncomfortable. “I don't know how I'm going to be able to tell her I love her even after what happened. I'm in love with Kim, but she hasn't gotten over the loss of the boy with the Scissorhands..."

Kim cocked her head into a corner of the hallway, hoping you wouldn't see her. And she did, because she was good at hiding.

"And not that I hate it, I understand it more than it seems, because..." you sighed. “I also feel guilty and shaken by his escape. The boy had so much to teach us and he just decides to leave...” You took a step forward. “But the point is, I love Kim, and I'm not giving up on her until I can make her happy again. But for this to come true, I will need your blessing.”

Kim listened for a few more minutes behind the wall, but collected herself when you passed her. In a split second, Kim lost her posture and grabbed you by the arm, kissing you in surprise.

“I'm in love with you too, (Y\N). I love you, sincerely.”

Lydia Deetz

“Alone again, Lydia?”

“I wish it were like this every day.”

You smiled, sitting down next to her. People used to say Lydia Deetz was just a weirdo, but you didn't think that of her. At least not that she remembered. Lydia had her personal problems and her anger at the world, but that didn't mean it made her weird or mean.

You wanted to do everything to make her happy. You liked the rare moments when her smile lit up the dark environment in which she was isolated.

"If you came here to see me, it's because you're in trouble, right, (Y\N)?"

"You're right, Deetz," you replied, smiling awkwardly. “Not that I expect you to be able to help me, but I wanted to ask you for advice. It's about a girl, one of those girls I'm in love with right now,” you sighed. “She's beautiful, but she doesn't see it. And she lives in her world, she fascinates me day after day. But I don't have the courage to tell her that..."

“What are you afraid of, exactly?” Lydia returned the question.

“Of rejection.”

"Serious? Dammit!” she yelled, a little loudly. “I don't know why you fear. You're one of the nicest girls I know, there's no way anyone can turn you down. Unless he's someone like Beetlejuice.”

"You think?"

Lydia shrugged, and you hoped she'd change her mind, but she just kept saying, “Not only do I think you're one of the nicest and nicest girls I know. No one has ever been as good to me in their life as you have been. They always think I'm weird, weird, out of the ordinary... and you think I'm normal. Someone who rejects you has chicken brains for a head.”

You blushed a little and replied, in the lowest possible voice:

“I think…I'm sure I'm in love with you, Lydia Deetz. Even more so after that declaration of love.”

She smiled, rolling her eyes. “It wasn't a declaration of love, idiot,” but she turned around and pressed a kiss to your cheek suddenly. “It really wasn't.”

Mina Murray

"MINA!"

You screamed, but it was too late. The woman, now a vampire, stood with her arms out in the sun, waiting for certain death to come. You were trying to save her, but Mina was on the higher side of the mountain, where she was cold—she obviously wouldn't feel that cold.

“I told you to leave me alone. I can bite you,” she said, taking a deep breath, her voice muffled by the noise of the fog.

“I WON'T DO IT!” you yelled back. “AND YOU WON'T BITE ME ALSO, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU. I DON'T WANT YOU TO FEEL THREATENED BY ME, MINA.”

“Go away,” she pleaded in a scream that was cut off, her voice cracking. “Can't you see I've become a monster now? A demon, like who bit me?”

Suddenly, the sun hit Mina's skin full. She fell, moaning and screaming as you ran to help her. Holding her in his arms, he could see a trickle of blood running down and the fangs showing.

"Are you…afraid of me…are you…" Mina whispered weakly. “It was what I feared, but I knew it would happen. That's why I wanted to keep you out of my existence as one of them..."

You squeezed her closer. “I'm not afraid of you, Mina! I want to save her.”

She was silent, eyes open towards the sun. And then, minutes later, she pressed your lips together in a kiss, which ended with something that felt like a moan, like she was forcing herself not to hurt herself and not to hurt me either.

“I love you, Mina. Vampire or human, you will always be my Mina.”

“I love you more,” the girl breathed. “I love you more than my existence.”

#winona ryder #winona #winona ryder x reader #heathers #beetlejuice #edward scissorhands #dracula #stranger things #veronica sawyer x reader #joyce byers x reader #kim boggs x reader #mina murray x reader #lydia deetz x reader #lgbt #romance #oneshot #preference #in honor of her birthday #sorry i'm almost too late

[invisible-storyteller]

Can I be your boyfriend for Halloween?

"Please, tell me that you're as lame as I thought you were and you haven't decided on a costume yet."

There's no need to shout since Derek would hear him from whichever part of the loft he is presently using to hide from the pack and society in general. Usually, the man can be found in the open living room slash bedroom area doing pushups or reading romance novels that he immediately gets rid of as soon as someone else appears, but this time, Stiles stumbles upon him in the kitchen. He's still somewhat flabbergasted by seeing Derek do something as mundane as cooking, so he spends some time in the doorway gawking at the domestic imagery, as well as taking advantage of having Derek's backside turned towards him. He's shameless, so what?

Derek catches him staring but doesn't stop his dinner preparations. He lifts an eyebrow at Stiles over his shoulder, and Stiles sighs, knowing from past experiences what Derek wants to hear: why, what, how am I involved?

"I was planning to do matching costumes with Scott but he violated the bro code and ditched me."

Derek's lips quirk, alongside his eyebrows, into a "What did you expect?" look.

"Yeah, I should have seen it coming, but I thought Lydia didn't like those... couple-y things, ya know."

Derek smiles, small and amused, and Stiles has to concede his point. Lydia does like couple-y things if she can do them with Scott.

"Anyway, now I have no means to bring my awesome vision to life, unless..." Stiles trails off, eyes wide and lashes fluttering in a way that Lydia once described as 'cute'.

Malia called it 'pathetic', but whatever. It worked on her, too.

Derek puts the baking pan into the pre-heated oven before turning around with the characteristic arm fold over his chest that makes his biceps look huge. Perfect.

"What's the idea?"

Stiles's eyelashes quit their rapid fanning in favour of staring at the man. "Wait, you would seriously do it?"

"I wasn't planning to dress up for Lydia's party," Derek explains, "But she told me it was mandatory." And he doesn't really pout, but he does look like those dogs who simply abhor bathing and glare at you when you try to wash them like you're admitting them to the shelter.

Stiles is pretty sure Derek wouldn't appreciate it if he cooed at him right now. So he settles on a simple "huh."

Then he realizes that Lydia might have just secured a costume partner for him, and he does a mini fistbump in celebration of his serendipity.

"So you're in?" 

Derek rolls his eyes, but Stiles can already see him cracking. "Tell me the idea and I'll decide."

Stiles grins and dives into outlining his epic idea.

"I'm so happy for you, guys!"

Stiles whirls around to come face to face with a beaming Kira in a pink sweater and a blonde wig, plus her dark shadow that is Malia beside her. 

"Um, thanks?" He says, sipping leisurely from his cup of Lydia's punch.

"Who made the first move?"

Kira's eyes are twinkling with excitement, and Stiles wishes he could return it but he has no idea what the kitsune is talking about. He frowns, light and questioning, and Kira's smile falters at once.

"You and Derek are together, right?"

Stiles nearly dunks his drink on himself as he flails to slap his hand over Kira's mouth while the other discards his cup on the counter. A cursory look around assures him that Derek isn't in earshot, and only then does he ease his hand off Kira's stunned face.

"Nope, they aren't," Malia concludes, not even considerate enough to lower her voice, "Should have known they would be the type of idiots to come to a party in a couple's costume and still not get a clue."

"It's not a couple's costume," Stiles insists because it's really not.

"But you came together," Kira argues, visibly baffled, "And everyone is paired up here."

Stiles carries his gaze across the room and winces.

Mason and Corey are on the couch, feeding each other candy and portraying different Kens from the Barbie movie, while Liam and Theo - in Spiderman and Deadpool costumes respectively - argue about which formative Halloween movies Theo hasn't seen yet and if they can sneak into Lydia's bedroom to watch it without getting mauled. Erica and Boyd - dressed as Kara and Luther from one of Erica's favourite video games - are in a fierce UNO fight against Allison, who has transformed into a ladybug-themed heroine with a yoyo attached to her belt, and Isaac, who has a black full body suit stretching over his body with floppy cat ears to top it off. In a far-away corner, Lydia is teaching Scott how to do a dance routine for Tiktok so she can brag about their Ember and Wade costumes (and her boyfriend) to all her followers.

"Okay, I know how this looks..." Stiles turns back to the pair with raised palms.

"Sus," Malia cuts in with a deadpan expression, and it's the first time Stiles thinks that Kira might be a bad influence on her.

"It's not! I just had this amazing idea for Scott and me, okay? Then my best friend bailed on me, which is okay, 'cause Derek is more appreciative of my genius anyway."

"But he came dressed as himself," Malia points out and even mimics the leather jacket that the other man has put on for the party.

"No, he's Brand!" Stiles groans in frustration, but no clarity descends upon the two girls. "From the Tarot Sequence book series?"

"Sorry, haven't read it," Kira grimaces apologetically. "What is it about?"

"Okay, so the whole book is centred around these two guys who are Companions," Stiles starts his prepared rant, "I'm Rune, the scion who uses magic to kick ass, and Derek is Brand, his companion who's trained to be, like, Rune's personal bodyguard. Their relationship is way more, though, 'cause they are more like inseparable best friends, or platonic soulmates, I guess. They trust each other more than anyone and they would die for each other, and Rune sometimes runs headfirst into trouble, and Brand is always there growling about it but he's just really scared that something will happen to Rune. And they banter a lot and tease each other, but they know the other more than anyone else and there's nothing greater than their love for each other."

Stiles is a little bit out of breath by the end of it, his big earnest eyes alternating between the two silent girls who, sadly, don't seem to share his enthusiasm. 

"And that's you and Derek?" Malia finally asks, after a pause.

Stiles nearly chokes on his spit. "I mean, yeah, we're dressed as them. But it's just a costume - one I was planning to do with Scott."

"Yeah, I'm just filling in for him."

Stiles freezes at the familiar deep timbre behind him and sees from the corner of his eyes as Derek grabs his abandoned cup and downs the liquid inside it in one gulp. His smile, afterwards, lacks its usual shine.

"That's not-"

"We don't have that kind of bond. Right, Stiles?"

Stiles's mouth feels too dry, suddenly. Kira and Malia excuse themselves (well, Kira drags a nosy Malia away) and Stiles stands there without an idea of how to get himself out of the hole that he's dug under his feet. Derek eventually gets bored of the fish imitation and decides to walk away with a roll of his eyes. 

It wasn't even fond! Derek's eye rolls are always fond when they are aimed at Stiles.

He jolts into action with a bit of delay and weaves through the lounging couples with a fast beating heart. Derek's sitting on the porch swing outside and doesn't push him off when Stiles joins him and starts stealing glances at the other man. Derek's stubbornly looking ahead and avoiding eye contact, so Stiles reckons that it's all or nothing now. Accidentally revealing his more-than-friendship feelings will be worth it, if it means Derek will know how important he truly is.

"You're not just a substitute," Stiles begins with the easiest truth, knowing that Derek is most likely listening to his heartbeat.

"It's okay, Stiles," Derek sighs, still looking away, "I know that you and Scott have something special. You're best friends, brothers even. And I'm just..."

"You're amazing," Stiles finishes, not a single trip in his heartbeat.

That finally gets Derek to look at him. His eyes are wide, cautious, and so, so vulnerable. Stiles can't imagine stopping now.

"You're incredibly kind and compassionate. Very smart, too, even though you think no one else notices. You have this dry sense of humour that makes me laugh even when I feel like I can't, and you're so fucking strong. The strongest person I know."

Derek opens his mouth and then promptly closes it. There's a light dust of pink over his carefully trimmed beard that Stiles can't look away from.

"I don't need you to be Scott," Stiles tells him with a smile that's probably too affectionate to pass off as friendly but he doesn't care, to be honest, "I need you to be you."

The surprise makes Derek's lips part enough to give a tiny peek of his bunny teeth, and Stiles thinks it's the most adorable sight right until Derek smiles back at him. "I'm not a very good Brand, am I?"

Stiles takes a huge, encouraging breath. 

"I think you'd make a good Addam."

There's a glint in Derek's eyes, a different, burning one, and Stiles knows. He knows Derek understands what he's implying and the other man is not running away in disgust. No, Derek is actually moving closer, his eyes enticingly green, and Stiles leans forward as his eyelids fall shut on instinct. They meet in the middle in a hesitant kiss, and Stiles pinches himself just to make sure it's real.

"You read the books?" Stiles grins once they part, unable to contain his giddiness. It's been three days since he's told Derek about them.

"You were very passionate," Derek mumbles as an explanation, his blush turning a deeper shade of red. It's utterly precious.

"Sap," Stiles accuses light-heartedly, but he can't seem to stop smiling.

Derek takes his hand then, kisses the back of it, and flashes a coy smile up at Stiles. It makes the younger man's blood pump faster in his veins.

"Only for you, Hero."

(Happy Halloween!)

#sterek #original: sterek fanfic #this is your sign to read the Tarot Sequence by K.D. Edwards

[bethanydelleman]

Mr. Bennet’s Favourite Pet

Someone said on Facebook today that Mr. Bennet treats Elizabeth like a “particularly amusing pet” and I was like YES! THOSE ARE THE WORDS I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR! There seems to be this prevailing idea that Mr. Bennet likes and spends time with Elizabeth and Jane, but the relationship we see is very one-sided and selfish.

Mr. Bennet calls all his daughters silly, distinguishing that Elizabeth might be a little less bad, ““They have none of them much to recommend them,��� replied he; “they are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters.”” Let me just say, Father of the YEAR.

Anyway, the interactions we see between Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth are often like this, “Elizabeth, I want to tell you a joke *laugh together* Okay, bye.” He does like having her around because she’s the only one who gets his sense of humour, but he doesn’t seem to give much back.

And then when Elizabeth comes to her father to talk about Lydia, he dismisses all her concerns. He does not view her as entirely his equal, or at least he doesn’t want to acknowledge that someone might judge better than himself.  This answer of his is so dismissive, “Mr. Bennet saw that her whole heart was in the subject, and affectionately taking her hand said in reply: “Do not make yourself uneasy, my love…” He gives her a little pat on the head for being so worried and sends her away. He doesn’t listen to her at all.

Yes, Mr. Bennet doesn’t force Elizabeth to marry Collins, because he does recognize that she would hate the marriage and she is somewhat special, but I’m not going to give him all the points for respecting his daughter’s autonomy. The last mention of him, that he shows up at Pemberley when least expected, shows his continued selfishness. He comes when he wants, when he desires his daughter's company, with no reference to what she actually needs. It’s far closer to a relationship between a man and his pet than a father and his allegedly beloved daughter.

#elizabeth bennet #pride and prejudice #mr. bennet #jane austen #particularly amusing pet #he is such a bad father #and he never really learns his lesson #hire a freaking governess #clearly your method was a failure #Love is a two way street

[usermischief]

I like those “Stiles gets kicked out of the pack” fics, but I also find the premise a bit amusing because Stiles seems to be an essential part of the pack and occasionally functions as second-in-command (doesn’t even matter which alpha were talking about. He comes up with the plan to rescue Erica and Boyd, Derek trusted him with his Betas’ lives and believed Stiles could pull this off within hours; when things go down in the McCall pack, people go to Scott or they go to Stiles. Liam’s immediate response to learning his alpha was in danger in 5x01 was to rush off to get Stiles, the human of the pack, and he had enough faith in Stiles’ instincts to follow a guy for several hours in the woods and to speak to Stiles about his fears concerning Mason’s reaction to the werewolf thing). A giant running subplot in the Nogitsune arc is Noshiko saying Stiles was already dead and couldn’t be saved, and the pack going “all due respect, but fuck you. You can take your pessimism regarding his survival and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.” Even Allison, who wanted Derek and his pack dead less than a year prior and who is a hunter, responded to the revelation that Stiles was possessed and had put her sort of boyfriend in the hospital with “well, how do we get this evil spirit the hell out of Stiles” and actively sabotaged her father’s attempt to shoot Stiles, before she even knew for sure Chris would aim his gun at Stiles. If anyone in the pack suggested kicking Stiles out, the rest would be aghast at the idea and would shut that down immediately

Stiles getting kicked out of the pack is indeed a very wonderful trope. I adore it, especially if Stiles ends up becoming a badass and gets his (wo)man. Absolute perfection.

If anyone in the pack suggested kicking Stiles out, the rest would be aghast at the idea and would shut that down immediately

This part is actually pretty interesting because when Stiles is kicked out of the pack in canon, nobody is around to stop it.

(the rest is pretty ramble-y so I put it under the cut)

It seems impossible for Stiles to be kicked out of the pack because everyone has strong ties to him, it's interesting that Scott makes that decision alone during a crisis. Hayden is dying. Liam is beside himself with fear, and yet Scott dismisses Stiles without even listening to his side of the story... the person you wouldn't technically expect it from since we're supposed to believe their friendship is indestructible (which is honestly a whole other can of worms).

What's even more interesting to observe is that the second Scott kicks Stiles out of the pack, everything falls apart. Theo slips seemingly seamlessly into Stiles' now "open position" and pushes Scott to bite Hayden like Stiles would have done. Liam latches onto that, instantly turning against Scott — and attempting to kill him not too long after. (Kira has been gone for a while. Lydia will end up in Eichen House) Malia abandons the pack as well. She helps looking for Noah (the chimera) because it's helping Stiles and his dad. Other than that, the pack is only back together after Stiles drew the pack symbol into the dirt. Stiles even is the one actively pushing Scott to get the pack back together (as seen with Liam in ep.13 (?)).

Something similar, even if to a lesser extent, can be seen in 6a. Stiles has vanished, and Liam is off doing his own thing with his friends for a lot of the season (as far as I remember, I might be wrong since I only watched bits and pieces of s6). Liam even keeps Theo around even though Scott and Hayden told him not to simply because Theo remembers Stiles. Liam doesn't even remember Stiles, but he knows Stiles is important, so he decides to keep the guy around who killed his alpha, tore his pack apart, and was willing to kill Mason to get the power of the beast.

To be completely honest, looking at it from this perspective, Liam's relationship with Stiles is fascinating. Liam latches onto Stiles rather quickly despite Stiles being pretty rude to him in the beginning. But Stiles also jumps in-between him and Brett without a second thought, and Stiles gets his IED (even though his comment is quite crude). Liam talks to Scott about his werewolf-y issues, but he talks to Stiles about his personal stuff (like you mentioned, his friendship with Mason). While everyone doubts Stiles when it comes to Theo, Liam puts his trust in him and is even willing to fight Theo in the woods.

Teen Wolf didn't do much with the concept of pack bonds, but they tried to do so in s2/3 as well. Funnily enough, Derek's betas, especially Erica as well as Isaac to a certain degree, connect with Stiles as well. Stiles and Derek are a whole other story, but either way, it seems like most of the werewolf end up trusting Stiles with their lives and are willing to protect him even if their attacker wears Stiles' face.

#*answered. #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #liam dunbar

[noodyl-blasstal]

Sweet

TAZ Bingo for @taznovembercelebration

Taako [16:43]

Cha'boy's cha'boyfriend now. Don’t be weird about it.

Lucretia [14:56]

Hello Barry, if anyone says anything you think is unusual just be cool, Lucretia

Krav [13:11]

Hi Barry,

Just so you are aware, I have made a semi-public announcement that we’re dating. I’ll explain later.

Have a good day,

Kravitz.

Maggie [11:27]

Barry!!! I’m your boyfriend! But in a friend way. Just don’t tell anyone that. Don’t worry about it.

Barry stared at his phone for a full minute. He’d left them unattended for 8 hours, and he was now dating three of his friends? He wasn’t sure the university would give him a plus 3 to events. Barry flicked through the messages again, did he actually want to engage with this? Maybe if he ignored it, it would go away…

_____________________________

LuLu [17:19]

YOU’RE DATING BARRY??????????????????

[17:19]

BARRY I’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH FOR FIVE YEARS, BARRY???

[17:20]

I know you said it would be easy to ask him out, but this is a sick way to prove your point.

[17:20]

What the actual fuck, Ko?

[17:20]

You’ve been dating 3 months??? And I had to hear it from Ren?

[17:21]

I thought we told each other everything.

Taako’s phone had been buzzing persistently, but he had been expecting a series of weird emojis from Krav, not this.

Obviously Taako was perfect. Obviously Taako never made any mistakes or missteps or did anything wrong. But this one time, just this one singular time, he might have very slightly fucked up.

Taako [17:23]

Pick up your phone, Lupita, Taako can explain.

“This had better be good.” Lup’s voice was verging on hysterical, and to be honest, fair.

“His ex is in town.”

“The bad ex?” Lup asked.

“The bad ex.” Taako nodded solemnly.

“And she was talking about how he was still single and no one else could ever want him…”

“Uh huh.” Lup said.

“…And she said she thought he’d be single forever because he was pathetic and unlovable.” Taako added.

Lup growled.

“Exactly! What else was I supposed to do?” Taako was fairly sure this was getting off the hook material. Everyone hated Lydia, they couldn’t be held responsible for their actions when she was involved.

“No, yeah, that’s totally fair.” Lup nodded, then grinned.

“Congratulations, I guess.” Said Lup, who sounded a lot less angry at Taako and a lot more angry at Lydia. Perfect.

“She’s unbelievable. He broke up with her!”

“Right?” Taako settled in, bitching about Lydia was one of his favourite sports.

“… and she wasn’t with anyone other than her dickhead brother either. It’s not like she’s come back with a fiance.”

_________________________________

“Thanks for meeting me Barry.” Kravitz passed Barry the cup of coffee he’d bought for him, paused awkwardly, then wrapped his arm round his waist and walked him to the outdoor table - may as well be seen together. Kravitz pulled Barry’s chair out for him and smiled fondly as he sat down.

Barry took a large swig of his coffee, and raised his eyebrows.

“This is lovely and all, Krav, but what’s going on?”

“Lydia’s in town.” Kravitz replied.

Barry winced.

“Oh.”

“She was being mean.”

“Well, that is on brand.” Barry replied, huffing a laugh.

“She was being mean about you.” Kravitz stressed, surely Barry would understand why he had to do this.

“That’s not new, bud. At least she wasn’t being mean to me, if anything, it’s an improvement.” Barry’s mouth quirked up at the edges, amused by his own joke. He wasn’t taking this seriously for some reason?

“She said she thought you were still single.” Surely he’d get it now.

“That no one would date you.”

“I am, and no one is dating me.” Barry replied, then muttered.

“No matter how much I wish they would.”

“Well, fun news.” Kravitz said, then added some jazz hands for showmanship.

Barry raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, gonna need slightly more explanation than that, bud.”

“Look, she was being horrible, and I hate her, Barry. I hate her so much. She was mean to you, and she was mean to us, and then three years ago she fucked off and it was wonderful. I didn’t want her to think that you were pining for her or anything, so I said we were dating. We’ve been together for the last few months, by the way. You asked me out at the library. I cried because I was so happy.” Kravitz should probably stop speaking now. Barry’s face was doing a lot of things and not quite settling on an expression.

The spay of coffee was unexpected. To be fair, Kravitz should probably have waited until Barry had finished drinking to start the last ramble.

“Fuck, sorry bud!” Barry choked through his laughter.

“That’s just, huh. That’s, it’s really sweet of you.” He cough-laughed some more, and shoved some napkins at Kravitz.

“Unnecessary. But sweet.”

Kravitz mopped ineffectually at his suit. Thankfully the black hid stains well… not that anyone had to know that. Kravitz definitely wore black for goth purposes and not practicality.

“I had some weird texts from Magnus, Lucretia, and Taako too…” Barry trailed off.

“Oh gods.” He put his head in his hands and guaffed.

“She’s going to think we’re a polycule. This is brilliant.” He wheezed.

Kravitz offered his cup in cheers, Barry tapped his cardboard against it and took a much more successful sip. There we go. Kravitz had definitely made a good choice here.

#TAZ Nc #TAZ November Celebration #Sometimes you have a really stupid idea and you have to run with it #Platonic fake dating #There's no enemy like a friend's evil ex #No one gets to be mean to Barry and then come back and be more mean about Barry #Noodyl Writes #Taz Fic #Taz Balance #Barry Bluejeans

[all-the-things-2020]

No Better Place - Bonus Chapter

Bonus Chapter! “The Proposal” — Just a bit of fluff. I always knew Linus would have a hand (paw?) in Javi’s proposal to Cassidy. Time wise, it takes place between chapters 21 and 22.

Javier Pena was scared. Which was bullshit, because he was never scared. He’d faced sicarios and hired assassins in Colombia, his own father when he’d come home drunk off his ass in high school, even a fucking rattlesnake hiding under the log he’d sat down on while on a camping trip when he was ten. Nervous — hell, yeah, he’d been nervous a million times in his life, but never truly scared. Not like this.

He toyed with the worn velvet box in his hands. It’s no big deal, he told himself. She’s made it abundantly clear that she wants a life with you. This is just formalizing the arrangement. Still, he felt his throat start to close up every time he started to think about actually saying the words. It had been easy with Lorraine. He’d just done what everyone expected him to do, and he really hadn’t even had to ask her. She’d kind of assumed and he’d gone with the flow. But this … this was different.

Cassidy had never pushed him, never even mentioned marriage. Javi knew that he could keep his mouth shut, let things continue the way they were, and she’d be perfectly happy. A home together, even kids — none of that was dependent on a ring or a piece of paper. And yet, Javi felt like she deserved more. After all the shit she’d been through with her ex, Cassidy needed to know that he was going to be there forever.

She was away right now, visiting her mother. It was not her idea, but she’d been guilted into it because her Momma’s Aunt Lydia was sick and not doing well. “She says it’s my duty to see a poor old woman on her death bed,” Cassidy had said as she packed her suitcase. “If Auntie Lydia dies without seeing me one last time, I’ll never hear the end of it. Besides, I always did like her. She snuck me extra candy all the time. The good stuff, too, not that nasty old hard stuff she kept in the candy dish in her living room. Told me it was just as important to be myself as it was to be a proper Southern lady.”

The entire time she’d been gone, he’d been coming up with and then rejecting ideas for how to propose. Big romantic gestures were not his style, so champagne and rose petals were out of the question. Should he get down on one knee? Should he have a speech prepared or just wing it?

“What do you think, buddy?,” he asked Linus. The cat flicked an ear but didn’t reply. “Fat lot of good you are,” Javi mumbled. Linus yawned immensely and tucked his head under his arm. “She’ll be home soon and I still have no idea what to do.”

He sighed and sat the ring box on the coffee table before leaning back on the couch, covering his eyes with a forearm. His head was starting to hurt from overthinking this. He knew his dad would say all Cassidy needed were the four simple words. Will. You. Marry. Me. But Javi wanted it to be special, something she’d remember for the rest of her life, a story she could tell their grandkids someday.

He felt Linus stand up and stretch, the vibrations from the cat’s muscles traveling through the couch cushions. Javi envied the animal’s flexibility; he could hardly get up from a chair without making that little grunt he’d always associated with old people. Cassidy said he needed to stretch more, and Monica was bugging him to join the yoga class she attended after work on Wednesdays, but he kept brushing them off.

Linus jumped to the coffee table with a little thump and Javi opened his eyes just in time to see him bat the ring box onto the floor. “You little shit!” As he reached for the box, Linus hopped down and swatted it again, sending it flying underneath the couch.

“Seriously?” Javi grumbled as he got down on the floor. There wasn’t much clearance under the couch and he had to push the coffee table out of the way and lay flat on his stomach in order to reach for the box. Linus joined him, amused at having Daddy down at his level.

“Can you fetch?” Javi asked. The box was just out of reach and he squirmed forward, trying to get his arm an inch or two further under the couch. Linus simply purred and butted his head against Javi’s.

Suddenly, the cat jumped to his feet and darted away, just as Javi’s fingertips closed on velvet.

“What the hell are you doing?” Javi jumped up and back, banging his head on the coffee table. He rolled onto his back, looking up at a bemused Cassidy, who stood over him, Linus flirting around her ankles.

“Just retrieving something your little friend hid under the couch,” Javi said. Damn, that hurt. He rubbed at the knot that was already forming on his head.

“What was so important it couldn’t wait until the next time I sweep out his toy cache?” Cassidy said, squatting down and laying her hand on his sore head. She brushed a lock of hair out of his face with her thumb.

“Oh, nothing,” Javi stammered, trying to hide the box in his fist. Cassidy grabbed his hand and peeled his fingers back until she had revealed the velvet case.

“Is … is that what I think it is?,” she asked, dropping onto her knees.

Javi swallowed. “Um, yeah, it is,” he said. “It was my abuela’s.” His mouth was dry and he couldn’t meet her eyes.

Cassidy carefully took the box from his hand and opened it. The delicate silver ring, set with a tiny diamond and emerald, sparkled in the light from the lamp on the side table. “Oh, Javi, it’s … the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.

“It’s not very big,” he said, but she cut him off.

“It’s perfect,” she said firmly. “Nothing like that monstrosity my mom wears.” She shuddered. “I always thought it looked gaudy and cheap. This … this is exquisite.”

She lifted it out of the box and held it up to the light. Javi wanted to say something but his tongue felt too big for his mouth all of a sudden.

“I’d like to wear it,” Cassidy said after a long moment.

Javi nodded. “Okay,” he managed to say.

She tilted her head. “I think you’re supposed to ask me a question first,” she said drily.

Javi laughed nervously. “Oh, yeah, right … shit … I’ve been trying to think of the best way to do this and now … I have no idea what to say.”

“Just ask the damn question, Javi,” she said.

He nodded again. “Okay, yeah. Um, Cassidy … will you marry me?”

She laid a hand against his cheek. “Of course I will, you big idiot,” she said sweetly. Now he could finally meet her eyes and he felt stupid for making such a big deal out of the whole thing. He smiled and pressed his lips against hers.

She pulled back from the kiss and slipped the ring onto her finger. “It’s a pretty good fit,” she said. “Just like you and me.”

As Javi wrapped his arms around her to kiss her again, he saw Linus sitting smugly on the coffee table, looking down at them. You’re a pretty good wing man, buddy, Javi thought, giving the cat a wink. Linus flicked an ear and started washing his face. His work was done.

#javier peña x ofc #javier pena fic #javier pena narcos #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #cats #pedro pascal character fanfiction #fluff #drabble

[eyesthecolorofarson]

The world that harmed us

If you’d told him two weeks ago that he would be seriously discussing leaving the dimension with four used-to-be-strangers in a Kings Dominion he would have slowly backed up and thought you a drug addict.

But here he was, sitting at a picnic table in the shade away from the hustle and bustle of the amusement park, staring at the poke ball on the table as if it could change his life.

For years he tried to gain his father’s approval, to earn a place in his heart. And for years he failed, always compared to his siblings. Never the first like Dick, never the most loved like Jason, never the smartest like Tim, never never never.

He can’t remember when he gave up. Maybe it was after his birthday was forgotten the fifth time. Maybe when he was ignored for days at a time. Or maybe it was the first, and last, time Bruce told him he hated him.

Regardless of when, it didn’t take much for him to pack a bag and leave. It was hilariously easy, actually. You’d think someone would have noticed, but that just showed how little he meant to them. And a part of him was grateful.

In two days time he was out of New Jersey and halfway through Michigan. It was there that he met a rag tag group of metas his age also trying to leave the country.

Danny Fenton, Dove Elopeman, Noel Lok and Lydia Lippet had each been traveling–running away–alone before stumbling into each other and deciding to stick together. The four hoped Canada would be kinder to them as Dove was from Italy, Lydia Ireland, Noel California and Danny Illinois. Damian was then told of their “tragic backstory’s” as Lydia called it, and then had to share his own.

Dove was an orphan street rat who discovered she could control peoples minds after accidentally taking control of a soup kitchen. A few restaurants and a Kardashian later she was blacklisted by the Justice League who thought she was an up-and-coming supervillain and she’s been on the run ever since. Damian could tell she was hiding something, but it wasn’t his business so he said nothing.

Lydia was born with a very odd power—aspects of her life could be controlled like a game of DnD, all that was needed was a twenty-sided dice. If she rolled a twenty on intelligence, she would suddenly know enough about quantum physics to teach a college lecture. If she rolled a one she would forgot what colors were what. She also had a character sheet which affected rolls, and classed herself as a Bard.

She called the reason she ran away “The Crush™ Grape Soda Incident” and no one wanted to know what that meant.

Noel, also an orphan, used to be Californias weightlifting state champion before she was given an experimental steroid by her coach without her knowing. She didn’t realize she was a meta until she lifted her coaches beach house on, what was at the time, a funny joke. Her coach was arrested and the Justice League wanted to recruit her. Noel told them no, and when they kept trying she packed what she had and ran.

Danny’s parents were scientists who were desperate to prove ghosts were real. When their portal into the ‘Ghost Zone’ kept failing, they came to believe that the problem was they didn’t have a strong enough tie to this world to keep the portal open and stable. They decided to use Danny as that tie. This led to them turning on the portal with Danny inside, which led to Danny becoming ‘half’ ghost. When his parents tried to capture and experiment on him, he used his new ability’s and ran away.

All of that led to them putting their various abilities and life skills together to cross the Canadian border, meeting Damian a few days before they reached the border. After telling their stories and hearing his–and a high-speed boat-chase across Lake Michigan with the local police that he knows they’ll never let him live down–they continue their journey with odd but little interruptions.

When they finally crossed into Ontario it was close to three in the morning. They were all tense, each of them expecting someone they knew to jump out and drag them back. But no one did. And when they finally, finally, drove all they way through, they stopped in a forest and sat there in silence.

It was Noel who started laughing first. Him and Dove shared glances and wondered if she was ok mentally when Danny started laughing too. Then Lydia, Dove and he joined in. There was something freeing, something joyous in the air. They were out. They made it.

They fell asleep in a pile, and when they woke up they started driving again. (Lydia kept fighting him for ‘her turn’ to drive even though she admitted she didn’t know how to, as if Danny’s driving wasn’t bad enough)

They all agreed Ontario probably wasn’t safe enough so they kept going until they reached Nunavut. And then they celebrated their newfound freedom with a trip to an amusement park, a place neither of them have been before.

Damian won seven toss games and twelve stuffed animals bigger than him, Noel broke four test your strength games and won about ten thousand tickets, they used said tickets to but about fifty small toys and trinkets, Danny dragged all of them to every roller coaster and ride there was, Dove and Lydia got into a dance battle on a DDR that resulted in an all-out musical war(Lydia won) and they finished their day by buying half the candy store.

They’re food and prizes sat in the middle of the table for them to share as they giggled and joked in ways only sugar-high teens could. Danny and Lydia were in a thumb-war while Noel was messing with a puzzle. Dove was teaching him the pocky game and doing a really bad job at explaining, which was making him incredibly flustered.

However, in the middle of her explanation she fell silent. She looked at him as if she were seeing his soul, and then turned and looked at the others. Lydia cheered as she won and began tickling Danny, but shrieked as Noel began tickling her from behind. She watched before smiling and pulling something out of her bag and setting it in the middle of the pile.

It was…. a Poké ball?

It didn’t look like the other real-life poke balls he’d seen though. While those were bright plastic and bigger that his hand this one was metal and shiny, and was about the size of a tennis ball. The middle button also seemed to be slightly glowing.

“This is a portal to another dimension where Pokémon are real.” Dove said quickly, and everyone went quiet. “I know I sound insane, and I know you probably don’t believe me, but I know for a fact because I’ve been. I’ve seen it. In the world this takes you to Pokémon are real. And I think I know a way for the Justice League, the police, are parents too never find us again.”

They all stared at her for a minute, absorbing what she said. “Are you shitting us?” Lydia asked first, “Are you absolutely, one-hundred percent serious?” Dove nodded softly, biting her lip.

Damian surprised himself with his words. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get out of here.” Dove stared at him wide-eyed before Noel nodded. “Yeah, it’s not like I’ve got anything left here. Anyone got a reason they want to stay in boring-land and not become Pokémon trainers?”

Danny and Dove thought for a second while Lydia began listing all the Pokémon she wanted. They came up empty, and Dove began laughing. Damian asked if she was ok and she smiled at him. “I just thought you guys wouldn’t want to leave. I’ve been thinking about it the moment I found it.”

They discussed it a little more–names, Pokémon, money–before packing all their stuff and getting ready to leave the dimension.

“Hey, do you guys wanna be cheesy?” Danny asked, and put his hand on the poke ball. Noel snorted and put her hand over his. Lydia gasped and said “We could be even CHEESIER!” and put a peace sign over their hands.

He didn’t get it, but the others did. Danny and Noel made peace signs next to hers and he groaned. He got it, and Dove did too, giggling and putting her peace sign. Damian looked at their grinning faces, thought of his father—if he was missing him, if he regretted not loving him, if he even noticed that he was gone.

Fuck him, he thought, and finished the star. His friends cheered, Dove used her thumb to click the button—

and the poke ball opened, and they were sucked in.

When he came too he saw they were still making a star, but they were standing in a clearing a little ways away from a forest. They began looking around, and were dazzled by their surroundings.

Small little fairy’s with flowers–“Floettes!” Lydia cried–were everywhere, some were bigger with bigger flowers and in the distance there were about three giant ones that looked to have flowers for their heads. Small little orange hexagon-shaped bees buzzed around, and giant butterflies with big, magenta eyes flew about above them.

This, he thought, this is far better than being Robin. And as he ran with his new friends through the clearing, heading towards the city about the tree line, he knew he would never think about Gotham ever again.

~~~~~

this is just something I’ve had rolling around in my head on tumble dry for the past few days, and it’s not as useless as I thought it would be! It actually helped me flesh out backstory’s for the three original girls here. Descriptions under! Thanks for reading, and tell me what you think! And if–on the very unlikely chance–anyone who writes wants to write a story like this, please be my guest! Take it! You can do it, I believe in you!

Dove—Italian with honey skin and black curly hair that reaches below her shoulders. Her eyes are purple and glow a little when using her powers. A pastel goth, usually wearing skirts and knee high socks and heels-usually always thrifted or handmade

Lydia—African American with an Irish accent. Golden eyes and bright blue hair styled in a side-parted curly bob. Tomboyish with ripped jeans and a jean jacket, worn boots and shirt with memes on it

Noel—Native American with long and wild bright pink hair. Bright blue eyes and MEGA muscles. Usually wears dark jeans and her weightlifting varsity jacket-white sleeves, purple body, and teal accents on the cuffs and bottom and running shoes

#Dc x Pokémon #pokémon au #damian wayne #damian al ghul #danny phantom #danny fenton #original character #original story #superpowers #dimension travel #five teens #Leaving their home dimension #Starting a poly relationship #Cuz their all gay #Started as angst ended as serious crack #Sort of an au for a fic I’m writing #Why am I writing this instead of the fic you ask? #I don’t know #@inkher0 forgive me #I don’t know how to manage my executive dysfunction

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Spending Halloween with Lydia Deetz would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- If there was ever a perfect person to spend Halloween with, that person would undoubtedly be Lydia Deetz. Not only is she just generally strange and unusual but the entirety of the world she lives in, outside of your relatively normal private school, is also strange and unusual. It’s like stepping out of the real world and into a gothic version of wonderland.

- The most haunted and horror filled day of the year is nothing short of fantastic when you spend it at her house. You think a regular haunted house is scary? You’ve got a real one all to yourself, and the occasional ghostly prank you experience during your weekly visits is nothing compared to the way the entire house comes alive on Halloween.

- Haunted hijinks are sort of just something you’ve gotten used to as the green around the gills girlfriend of the resident goth girl in town, but you’ve never really grown tired of them. It’s why the idea of spending Halloween with Lydia is so exciting. You never know whats gonna happen on a normal day: let alone a day that’s already wrought with horror, blood and gore.

- Lydia’s parents are undoubtedly going to some kind of avant-garde Halloween party; and her ghostly parents probably have business elsewhere, so you’ve got the entire house to yourselves: meaning that the two of you get to have a private and supernatural sleepover without any interruptions; at least not ones that aren’t fitting for the holiday.

- Because of this, you take your bikes to school and ride home together, pointing out all the amusing kids costumes you come across while taking in the seasonal atmosphere of your autumnal small town. That bike ride becomes a well loved core memory: one you can remember in detail like the back of your hand.

- If you’re anything like me; or her, this one will occur days before Halloween, but nevertheless: once you get home, you’ll dig through a multitude of boxes up in her attic or the various closets that litter the house, trying on different dated accessories and clothes in an attempt to create whatever idea for a costume you came up with in your head.

- She’s absolutely going to dress up as something pleasantly morbid or really odd and obscure: like Joan of Arc mid execution or some long dead poet that went mad; either that or a really subjective concept that you’ll just have to smile and nod along to while she awkwardly holds out her arms and explains.

- Speaking of oddness: she’s got a ton of weird clothes and makeup/hair tricks that she can let you borrow for the night; unless the two of you want to go as table cloth ghosts in order to avoid the “aren’t you a little too old to be trick or treating” questions. That is, if you are keen on trick or treating.

- If you aren’t interested in gathering candy from your neighbors, then Barbara and Adam will be extremely happy to have you at home so they can watch the two of you pass out candy to all the little kids that come to the door. It’s a lot better than just watching from the window as they take from a bowl on the stoop; even if the two of them only end up sticking around for a little while.

- Although, Barbara and Adam would make pretty great Halloween night chaperones. They’re like your cool aunt and uncle/grandparents who let you do all the fun stuff while acting vaguely protective over you and bashfully showing you their scary ghost tricks. They might get a little worried while watching you go to town on a jack-o-lantern or go out late in the night but they still let you do it because they know better than anybody that you only, truly, live once.

- Before her real parents head off to their party, they probably have dinner with you; or at least tell you that there’s something in the fridge/oven, and while Delia’s cooking doesn’t taste awful and certainly visually fits the horrific aesthetic of Halloween, you might just order a pizza and call it a night.

- You guys definitely go out late at night and walk the streets alone together: enjoying the crisp night air and looking up at all the stars in the sky, occasionally stopping to rate all the different Jack-o-lanterns and decorations that you see.

- Photos are her love language and though she has a strange taste in aesthetics, she’ll still wind up with an entire photo album full of pictures she took during your day; and night, together. Don’t be surprised if she stops you or directs you to do strange things at random throughout your time together: you’ll see the purpose when the film is developed; even if you don’t quite understand the “artistry”.

- Making a pillow fort/nest. Even though you’re undoubtedly in her bedroom; and have access to her large enough bed, you’ll still wind up on the floor; most likely with a bunch of lit candles which are undoubtedly a fire hazard but that’s besides the point.

- Trading candy. Lydia either has a total sweet tooth or despises 90% of sweets; there is no in between, so you spend half the night sliding over different types of treats and smiling at each other between tugs of licorice and caramel strings.

-  Any time you sit down to watch a film with Lydia, she’s bound to pick a horror movie and Halloween night is no exception. Even if you hate scary movies, you appreciate the fact that you can watch her and the way she smiles at the screen instead.

- The two of you definitely fall asleep on the floor after your sugar highs crash and you wake up in the morning with your costumes still on; hair sticking straight out and makeup smudged, and it’s still considered to be one of the best sleeps of your entire lives.

#80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s movie imagines #lydia deetz imagine #Lydia deetz imagines #Lydia deetz headcanons #Lydia deetz headcanon #beetlejuice imagine #beetlejuice headcanons #beetlejuice headcanon #Beetlejuice imagines

[lousirs]

What kind of music do you think the dolls will like? Like their genre of music (hopefully it's understandable cuz I have no clues what I just said 💀)

nah nah u good :D

hm... i mean from the get-go i'd say all the characters who have singers as their voice actors would probably listen to their singer's style of music. for instance, i can totally see lou listening to nick jonas and kitty listening to charli xcx. but aside from that...

moxy would totally listen to pop music. but like, that really cheesy pop music from the 2010s that tells you that you are beautiful just the way you are, ya know? britt nicole is someone who comes to mind (every time i listen to her song 'gold' or 'headphones' i just think about moxy). but alsoooo going back to what i said with characters listening to their voice actor's music, i find it amusing if moxy listened to rock as well, as kelly clarkson is kinda pop-rock (or used to be i haven't listened to her entire discography yet). she's just jamming out to some electric guitar or something lmao

i'm not too sure about babo (my mind is saying smooth jazz but idk if that works with him) but wage and lucky bat would totally listen to those 10 hour relaxing ambient music with the windchimes and piano... lucky bat would listen to relax, and wage would listen to ease her nerves.

ugly dog i can see listening to latin music (cause ya know...pitbull mr worldwide 305) and prolly some rock and heavy metal thrown in there for good measure.

ox would be country. for obvious reasons (yeehaw)(i found out about blake shelton through ox so everytime a blake shelton song comes on all i see is ox rotating in my mind)

with lou... you'd probably catch him listening to classical or cafe jazz, but when he's alone he'd listen to most things, i'd say. ...and also he'd listen to electro swing because i said so and i am the voice of authority I MAKE THE CANON /j (but i can see him listening to electro swing). ohhh and songs from musicals too. he is soooo a musicals fan. dunno what musicals he'd listen to tho, i'm not too knowledgeable on them uh

mandy would listen to lofi and indie music... if there's a niche artist who makes nice songs, mandy probably knows of them.

nolan... nolan is a wildcard honestly lmao. he seems like he'd listen to both acoustic and electronic music (daft punk vibes)... actually. just remembered something. you know that sound that plays when the spotlight centres upon nolan? that sounded like dubstep for a moment, and i just remembered thinking that nolan listens to dubstep because of it... so now he does. nolan listens to dubstep too.

all the spy girls would listen to pop, but probably different kinds of it. kitty would totally be hyperpop, no doubt in my mind (probably because charli xcx is more hyperpop nowadays). tuesday is similar to moxy in those 2010s songs, but it would be only the love songs and she'd imagine lou and her singing them together. lydia... probably hip-hop or funk-pop.

that's all the main and side characters... idk what michael and mehgan would listen to uh... also jazz???? maybe??? i don't know enough about tray or icebat to say what they'd listen to... BUT GIBBERISH CAT WOULD LISTEN TO BREAKCORE MUSIC HANDS DOWN

#uglydolls #ask #i could tag all the characters. i could. but effort. #not art

[sunnyie-eve]

29 | Trust

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: light smut, first time

| MASTERLIST |

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Agent McCall attempts to question Stiles, Scott, Julia, Lydia, and Kira about the incident at the power plant. The whole time Stiles continues to one-up Scott's dad while Sheriff Stilinski attempts to hide his amusement.

Agent McCall then recounts the events adding a one detail that wasn't readily apparent at the time someone left the message for William Barrow on the blackboard in the chemistry classroom.

As the questioning goes nowhere, the Sheriff sums up the situation saying that the kids were in the right place at the right time and Kira is alive because of them.

Dropping the sisters off at home, Stiles stops Julia before she shuts the door behind Lydia, who was walking towards the door.

"Huh?"

"About what Scott told me last night... It was about when y'all kissed." He says so she motions for Lydia to go inside without her.

"Why were you guys talking about that?" She awkwardly laughs.

"At first we were talking about why you didn't want to help prank Coach and then I got curious why he kisses you. So I asked him."

"And he said?" She gets back in the jeep to talk since she was curious as well.

"He didn't know why but I knew he was lying. He then said it's because you're not unattractive. And it wasn't to get over Allison like I asked. So I kept asking him why because in the past he thought I liked you... so I was curious if he thought that why kiss you. I know he couldn't blame a full moon like he did with Lydia."

"Honestly I don't even know why he did." She tells him.

"He kissed you because he could and he wanted to. He found you attractive. And y'all could have done a lot more than kiss but you stopped him. Is that last part true?"

"Yeah, something could have happened but I did stopped him. I don't want my first time with just anyone. I want it to be with someone I trust. And yeah, I trust Scott but it's not the same kind of trust. That's why I never did anything with Isaac as well." She explains to him, "I know that sounds a bit stupid." She laughs at herself.

"No, it doesn't. I completely get it. Honestly, I want that for you. I don't need anyone hurting your feelings because then that means I have to kick someone's ass." He says in a serious tone making her laugh.

"You kick someone's ass?" She laughs at him.

"You know what?" He starts to drive off with her still in the jeep, "I'm kidnapping you for that." He takes off.

"I get the right side of the bed then." She didn't have a problem with that.

While laying in bed cuddling trying to fall asleep Julia's hear stops beating while Stiles whispers next to her ear, "I really want to kiss you right now."

"E-excuse me?" She whispers turning to look at him lost.

"Isaac and Scott have kissed you and you didn't mind."

"I-I- I mean they did but Stiles..." She was lost for words.

"What's different with me?" He asks her slightly hurt.

"So many things..." She whispers as he cups her face.

When his lips finally met hers again, they were sure time had stopped. Julia had felt a set of goosebumps rise on her skin as she kissed Stiles back eagerly, and they both smiled into the kiss when Stiles suddenly moved back.

He moves to where Julia was flat on her back as he climbed in between her legs before kissing her again.

He couldn't believe that he was actually kissing. Stiles ground their crotches together, which ripped a loud moan from her. She turned her head away, embarrassed by what just happened.

"Stiles," She tries to move away from him so he sits back moving away from her.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes to her as she had tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry for making you uncomfortable."

"You didn't... it just... I don't want to make us awkward. I don't know what I would do if we drifted apart. I'm so much closer to you than to them." She explains wiping her tears away.

"Julia, there's no way we could ever drift apart. Plus, I made the move to kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you since you stopped my panic attack at school." He now wipes a tear away so she leaned forward, reconnecting their lips.

She felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. A lump in her throat that she didn't know was there dissipated, and when Stiles started kissing her back, she finally wrapped her arm around his neck. Stiles deepened the kiss, asking for permission with his tongue, which she happily granted.

Stiles groaned into her mouth when he finally got to kiss her the way he wanted to for so long, and when she pushed her hips up to grind against him, he swore he lost his sanity. His hands traveled down her sides and under his shirt, where they settled on her waist.

"Can I take this off?" He referred to his shirt on her.

"Umm, I'm not wearing a bra at the moment..." She leans back to look at him, "And if I let you take off the shirt... you'll be the first guy to ever see me there without one."

"Oh, if-if that's makes you uncomfortable then we can totally leave it on. I don't mind." He makes sure she knows he's okay with that.

Julia closes her eyes taking a deep breath in before removing the shirt herself then slightly covers part of her chest with one hand. Stiles takes her hand in his own slowly moving, removing it from her chest. He leaned back down and started spreading small pecks along her neck and down to her collarbone.

Julia could feel Stiles smile into her skin. His hand slowly traveled down her body, settling onto her hips and pushing them back down into the mattress.

Julia hands tucked slightly at Stiles' shirt, signaling that she wanted it off; he sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt above his head. Stiles' hands were back on her thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs that made her legs twitch.

"Do you want me to stop? We don't have to go further," Stiles asked. "Honestly, this was already way more than I ever expected to happen. You don't -"

Julia giggled as she noticed Stiles was starting to get into a nervous ramble. "Stiles, calm down, you're fine, I don't want to stop."

"Okay, good, good, but tell me if I need to stop. I will I prom-"

"Stiles!" She whispered yells his name, "Will you please shut up and get back here?" She reached her arms out to him, signaling to him that she wanted him back on too of her.

Stiles smiled as he leaned back down, capturing her lips in another kiss. Both of them hadn't planned this, and neither one of them knew how to make the next move. They both knew they wanted more.

"This would be easier if one of us wasn't a virgin." Stiles whispers as he slowly moved his hand that was still on her thigh a little higher.

Julia let a small moan escape her lips, which was swallowed by Stiles as he kept kissing her. He undid the tie of his sweatpants she was wearing.

"Stiles, please," She whimpered against his lips.

He starts to pull her pants down so she lifted her hips for him to make it easier, and when they were finally off, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, feeling her soft skin.

Julia sits up to push Stiles slightly so he would lay on his back but he sat up shaking his head no, "No, come here." He pulled her towards him onto his lap into another kiss.

Stiles' hands roamed over her body and settled on her ass; he pushed her hips down to grind harder against him as she was still mostly hovering over him, unsure whether she should put her whole weight on him.

When Stiles finally felt Julia let go and sink down on his lap he moved one of his hands from her ass to between their bodies where he pulled her panties aside.

"Are you sure about this? Seriously?" Stiles asks to make sure.

"I'm 100% sure, Stiles."

"You really trust me?" He smiles as their eyes lock.

"Of course I trust you." She says as he lines himself up with her as she lays in her back and he gets above her.

Stiles slowly pushed in, making sure not to hurt her. He stayed still for a moment, just taking in her beautiful face and the feeling while she adjusts to him.

Julia stars to move her hits slightly to let him know he could move. He immediately found the right spots that had her moaning under him.

~

Both were rudely awakened by Stiles' alarm letting them know to get up for school, "Stiles get up!" Noah yells out in the hall causing both to immediately sprang into action, getting their clothes back on, just as they had finished putting on their clothes and pulling one of Stiles shirts down, the sheriff entered the room. He looked surprised, expecting to only find Stiles.

"Morning Noah." Julia gives him a smile.

"Thought Stiles dropped you and Lydia off last night?" He laughs.

"Yeah, but we decide to have a last minute sleepover." She laughs, "Plus I like last minute sleepovers because I get to wear comfortable clothes to school the next day." She messes with Stiles' shirt on her.

"Just get to school you two." He leaves them alone.

Julia rubs her face walking to the bathroom to do her hair while Stiles got things ready to go then they both met at his jeep.

Parking at school the two just sit in the jeep still haven't said a word to each other since waking up, "You okay this morning?" Stiles speaks up first to check in her.

"Umm sore but I'm fine. Thank you for asking." She manages to look at him with a smile, "By the way, I'm very honored to be your first."

Stiles lets out a loud laugh, "Please, I'm honored that you trusted me." They both get out and walk inside.

"Class starts in five minutes. Just because there's no power don't expect there to be no school." Coach walks the halls with his megaphone.

"That was a triple negative. Very impressive, Coach." Stiles tells him so he pretty much thanks him while Julia walks off towards class.

"What the hell happened last night? You never came inside." Lydia joins her side as they walk.

"Oh, last minute sleepover since we started talking about something in front of the house." Julia smiles.

"And that would be?" Lydia picks up her pace since Julia did.

"Why Scott kissed me during the summer."

"Wait, you and Scott kissed?!" Lydia almost shouts.

"Well, made out but yes. I don't know why I did but I stopped it from going further because I wanted it with some I trust."

Lydia grabs Julia arms to stop her, "Wanted? You mean want."

"Huh, yeah." Julia releases she slipped.

"Julia..." Lydia keeps eye contact with her, "That's why you're practically glowing this morning. You and Stiles hooked up!" She shouts so Julia covers her mouth.

"Will you shut up! It happened but it's nothing." Julia moves her hand going to class while Lydia just stands there.

"You trying to become a statue?" Stiles laughs passing Lydia so she looks at him with a smile, "You okay?" He asks her.

"I'm fine, are you fine?"

"Yeah, I great." He laughs at her.

"I bet you are." Lydia giggles walking away before turning back around, "Oh, and I swear to god... If you hurt her feelings, I'll make your life living hell." She turns back around so Stiles chases after her.

"What are you talking about, Lydia?"

"Please, it's obvious something happened last night between you and Julia. You're both glowing this morning and can't stop smiling." She gives him a look, "If you somehow mess up y'all's friendship, I'm gonna be piss. Because she never been so happy and comfortable with someone." She leaves him.

Later in the day walking towards her locker, Aiden goes up to Julia with a smile, "Can I help you?" She eyes him.

"Yes, you can."

"How so? You want me to talk to Lydia?" She puts some books away.

"Not exactly. Danny is having this party and mentioned a place he can hold it. I was wondering if you would like to help decorate Derek's place." He asks her.

"Derek's loft? You want to use his place for Danny's party? He'll lose his mind if he finds out."

"But he won't." He smiles.

"Are you only helping Danny because Lydia only sees you helping kill Boyd? Look, it's going to be hard getting over that bump in the road. She likes you but you have to work for it.... From your heart." She adds giving him a look.

"Will you help or not, Julia?" He groans.

"Fine, I'll help. I have nothing else planned and Stiles hasn't tried dragging me into anything yet." She gives him.

"Thank you so much!" He picks her up hugging her, "You're the best." He points walking off as Stiles walks up confused.

"What since Lydia won't give him another chance, he's moved onto you now?"

"What, no. He asked me to help decorate for Danny's party he's helping with so I said yes." She closes her locker laughing.

"You really made plans with Aiden?" Stiles says disgusted.

"And Ethan with Danny. Plus I had a free schedule." She says since it was no big deal to her.

"What if something comes up?"

"Y'all will be fine without me for a night." She pats his back before walking away:

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011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man. - lydia!

🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both!) | @overnightheartbeats

011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man.

The first – and last – time Lydia attempted to build a gingerbread house, it had been a catastrophe. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong: the house itself crumbling, pieces not staying together, icing smudged the whole thing and the candy pieces of decoration fell off. Honestly? It had looked like the wolf from the Three Little Pigs story huffed and puffed and blew the silly, little gingerbread house down. It was all so completely unlike Lydia, someone notorious for her perfectionistic ways and meticulous precision. The hours she spent dedicated to it and nothing to show for it. A complete waste of time. And so, she vowed she would never ever waste her time trying to make one again. Never. Ever.

That was… until Aaron suggested trying to build one. Lydia’s face must have said it all, her nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed. “Why on earth would I want to waste time doing that when you can buy one that already looks nice enough from the store?” she questioned, a not-so-subtle ploy of trying to wriggle her way out of it. Aaron had gave her a look that said, really? She wondered what else was running through his mind. Maybe something along the lines of, since when does Lydia turn down a challenge? In that moment, she knew there was no way she was escaping it. Even a small smile threatened to worm its way on to her lips. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? He’d said. She looked at him blankly, eyes going distant as she spoke, deadpanned, “The worst thing that can happen?” A dramatic pause. “I’ll show you.” With that, she cleared her throat, picked up her phone and scrolled through until she found the photo from a good few years ago. Without saying anything else, she passed her phone to Aaron, feeling quite triumphant with herself about being determined, not going through that ordeal ever again. Her gaze fixated on him as she watched his reaction, watched as his expression swiftly changed from being puzzled, to curious and morphed into amusement. Brows arched, Lydia mirrored his face, her hands on her hips as she demanded, “What’s so funny?” Trying to conceal the laughter in her voice as she quickly cleared her throat. But she couldn’t keep a straight face for long. The sound of his laugh was contagious, his smile so wonderful and infectious. Even if she had a severe case of Resting Bitch Face, she couldn’t stop herself from cracking. So, now they were both just laughing. 

In the end, he managed to persuade her to take another shot at building a gingerbread house. “The way I see it…it can only go up from here.” Or something along those lines. Some variations of it can’t get any worse. Earning a playful roll of her eyes, but in the end, she conceded. She’d already lost some of her pride and dignity the moment she showed him her poor first attempt. But at least if this one sucked, then they would suck together. But weren’t two heads supposed to be better than one? If it had been with anyone else, she may have disagreed. Having someone under her feet whilst she was trying to concentrate on achieving perfection? Lydia would’ve ushered them away and not-so-politely told them to go away. But nope, he was persistent. They were definitely doing this.

A quick trip to the store to get everything they need, and more just because they may as well since they’re there… and there they were, diving straight into it. Lydia read out the instructions from the recipe she found on Pinterest after tons and tons of scrolling, and they took it in turns to do all that was needed to do. Getting the things out as and when they needed, she was surprised how comfortable and easy it was to adjust, shuffling around each other. It was amazing how he fit in perfectly with her. No awkwardness, no Lydia getting frustrated because something was out of place or not done to her standards - a shocker. It was all very new to her but it didn’t feel new. It was like they’d been doing this forever. Shuffling around, arms occasionally brushing against each other, smiles on their faces all around. Christmas songs faintly played from the stereo, humming along as they made the dough; humming turned into singing as they waited for the gingerbread to break, happily setting up the dining room ready for decorating. She playfully swatted Aaron’s hand when she realised he was slipping the candies meant for decorating their work-in-progress gingerbread house in for a little treat. “Enough of that, we won’t have any for the -” Until he was the one plopping a gumdrop into her mouth - she wasn’t complaining then. Another laugh tumbled from her lips as she chewed it, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently before the timer on her phone beeped. They were ready!

“Now… now is make or break,” Lydia declared when the gingerbread finally cooled. Everything already set out, ready for them to dive straight in. First, to assemble the house. Her mind cast back to her first attempt, how disastrous the whole thing went. It will be better this time. Had to be. The aroma of cinnamon and ginger filled the cosy, festive-filled atmosphere, every inhale made it all the more tempting to just give it all up and dive right in to gobbling it all up. It was like she was waiting with bated breath, any moment it could crumble and fall apart. But Aaron’s extra pair of hands made it all worthwhile. He would help her assemble the little house piece by piece, holding things in place as she brought the next part out. So far, so good. It was like they had all the time in the world, every piece fitting together felt like a gigantic milestone worth celebrating. And at some stage, Lydia definitely cracked out the bottle of wine as incentive to keep them going.

In the end, it was all worth it. She hated to admit defeat but Aaron was right; it did only go up from there. Though, the bar was pretty low to begin with. And sure, maybe it wasn’t her ideal version of perfection but the time spent with him absolutely was. Lydia placed the final piece, the marshmallow snowman outside the newly built gingerbread house before leaning back against him with a content sigh. “We did it. I can’t believe we actually did it.” A beaming smile on her face as she tilted her head to look at him adoringly, before looking right back at their little creation before them. The walls of the house were slightly uneven, a few cracks in the icing revealed glimpses of golden-brown gingerbread underneath, gumdrop windows a little askew, and licorice shingles overlapped on the roof. These imperfections which, any other time would have had Lydia fuming and threatening to smash the whole thing over the kitchen counter, were the magic and beauty of it. Perfectly imperfect. It was magical because it was theirs. It was something they built together, and it was what they had to show for it. A funky yet whimsical-looking gingerbread house. Feeling him nudge her with his elbow, a grin curved Aaron’s face as he passed her something, a brief flicker of confusion etched on to her face as she lowered her gaze to her hands, a laugh leaving her as her fingers traced the ridges of the gingerbread man - or should she say woman? - before her. “Is this supposed to be me? Wow. Impressive. And, that’s funny, actually, because…” Biting her lip to conceal a laugh or give away the reveal. She couldn’t get her head around the fact they had both been doing the same thing without the other knowing. Putting her gingerbread persona to the side, she picked up the version of Aaron she’d secretly made, laughter finally escaping as she passed it to him. “I swear I didn’t steal your idea! We just…clearly have great minds that think alike.” 

In that moment it was inevitable: this was going down as one of the best Christmases Lydia had in a long, long time.

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