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hanasnx · 4 months

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not EXACTLY the same concept. but i think hayden using the reader to take body shots is so hot

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: the way i ran to this...

"I dunno, I haven't done this in a while..."

"It'll be fun, baby, don't think too hard on it. It goes lick, sugar, shot, lime. You got it?"

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN rolls his jaw as he eyes you up sitting on that table, your mid-riff exposed by your cute baby tee that you bought with his money. His tongue pokes out his lips, and gives you a single nod, signaling that you lay back. Your arm tucks under the veil of your hair, and flicks it out to fan across the surface of the counter you relax on. It doesn't take long before he's on his third shot, fourth shot, fifth.

You can see it in the way he's swaying in place, you really hadn't expected him to keep going, you had imagined he'd tap out at two. "One more, one more," he insists through a dreamy grin, as if he has to really convince you. Trained, his hand clutches your chin to crane your neck, pinching your cheeks in his grip to pout your lips. A long wet stripe is licked onto the space right under your ear, his breath washing over you, and ends it with a sweet peck, latent saliva stringing out off his pucker. His long finger taps the mouth of the packet, sprinkling sugar onto the soggy skin, catching on the moisture. A tingle travels through the pit of your stomach as he straightens, stumbling back marginally. "Forgot how much fun this was." he muses as he greedily checks out your figure waiting patiently for him. He tips the drink over, far above your belly button, all caution thrown to the wind as the liquid splashes messily over your abdomen before filling your navel.

"Careful, Hayden!" you warn, your stomach flexing from your chuckle. He disregards you, plucking a lime from the dish to shove into your mouth. It silences you, and you hum in playful disapproval as he bends over like a starving man. That eager tongue laps up the sugar on your neck, the sensation of his scruff scratching up the column causes a shiver to run down your spine. He doesn't bother getting up, pivoting down the line of your form, letting the tip of his nose graze you until he meets your torso. Lovingly, he cleans you, licking up the dew drops of alcohol he spilled over you. His hand fixes on the other side of you, hovering over you possessively, his hunch creating a most exquisite sight of his broad shoulders to behold as he drinks the shot from your belly button like a professional. Even pokes his tongue inside to make you jump out of ticklishness. Another few kitten licks to your skin, leaving your stomach wet enough to be cooled by the breeze of the A/C, he ends it with an open mouthed kiss on your upper abdomen, biting down onto the flesh.

To coordinate his attention, your hands come to his curls, tangling in them to draw him back up to your face, where he grins at the reminder of his destination. You offer the lime to him, and he takes it by enveloping it in his mouth, lips overlaying yours as he tongues you over the fruit. Sloppy and clumsy, he doesn't hold back until his teeth are ready to sink into the porous green skin to draw it out of you. You make a noise of surprise as he detaches, holding his loyal eye contact as he repositions the lime using his tongue to bite into the meat of it, taking advantage of its bitterness and tang to rewrite the traces of alcohol on his breath. An index finger and a thumb pinch the ends of the slice, and it's removed with a sodden pop. Once again you're left speechless and breathing hard by your older boyfriend using your young body for shots.

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon #ch: hayden #indy: drabbles #hayden christensen drabble #hayden christensen prompt #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x gender neutral reader #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x y/n #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fic #hayden christensen fanfic #hayden christensen fanfiction #reader insert #tw age gap

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im-not-a-joke · 4 years

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for caden: typical starbucks order? favorite type of cake? what's their favorite rom-com? are they ticklish? are they good with kids? do they tend to choose truth or dare? who's their celebrity crush?

queenie coming through with the good questions

- venti iced coffee, they chug the entire thing in like 10 minutes

- red velvet! but they always try to food dye it not red and it turns out an icky purple

- their favorite rom com is little italy starring emma roberts and hayden christensen, not because it’s good, but because it’s so comically bad that they end up in tears laughing at it

- they are not ticklish, but they know where all of their partners are.

- kids love caden because they’re hyper and will listen to children ramble for hours, whatever a child wants to do, caden is down

- they chose dare like 80% of the time, they only chose truth when they feel extra confident because their partners have very personal and deep truths

- they definitely have a celeb crush on sophia lillis

#carson rambles #wawipsh #friend queenie

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beautifulcinephile · 5 years

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I was tagged by @saywecanart (Thanks, sweetie)

1. What’s your middle name?

I don’t have one

2. How old are you?

3. When is your birthday?

November 19th

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Scorpio

5. What’s your favorite color?

Blue

6. What’s your lucky number?

Eight

7. Do you have any pets?

A dog

8. Where are you from?

São Paulo, Brazil

9. How tall are you?

5’5

10. What shoe size are you?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

5 pairs of Converse shoes, 4 pairs of flip flops, one pair of Doc-Marten like shoes, the rest, I don’t know, but I have a lot of shoes

12. What was your last dream about?

I don’t remember!

13. What talents do you have?

I can write and draw.

14. Are you psychic in anyway?

Uh, no...

15. Favorite Song?

At the moment, “Lonely Is The Night” by Billy Squier and “Always There” by Greta Van Fleet.

16. Favorite movie?

“Star Wars”

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Sam Kiszka! (Just kidding, someone who really loves me for who I am)

18. Do you want children?

Yes, hopefully 3

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Yes

20. Are you religious?

Yes

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes, but I’ve never been admited

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

24. Baths or showers?

Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing?

I’m barefoot right now

26. Have you ever been famous?

I think I would know that

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Hard pass

28. What type of music do you like?

I’m pretty open to everything except for rap

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

No!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I lie with my stomach down, placing my hands under my head, that’s how I usually sleep

32. How big is your house?

1 living room, 2 bathrooms, 2 bedrooms

33. What is your typical breakfast?

Milk and sometimes some cheese

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Does a crossbow count?

36. Favorite clean word?

Jerk, dummy, idiot

37. Favorite swear word?

I don’t have one

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

36 hours

39. Do you have any scars?

Yes

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

I don’t think so

41. Are you a good liar?

No, I often speak the truth

42. Are you a good judge of character?

Not really, I can be easily fooled by some people, but some of them don’t fool me.

43. Can you do any other accents other then your own?

No (My British accent is awful!)

44. Do you have a strong accent?

In my maternal language, I have a little bit of an accent! When I speak English, I don’t really know...

45. What’s your favorite accent?

British accent

46. What’s your personality type?

Ambiverted, fun, creative and caring

47. What’s your most expensive piece of clothing?

I don’t remember...

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Innie belly button

50. Left or right handed?

Right-handed

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Yes!!

52. Favorite food?

Chicken stroganoff

53. Favorite foreign food?

Japanese food, Italian food

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

I’m really messy

55. Most used phrases?

“It’s really easy to do it.” “I’m nervous.”

56. Most used word?

Awesome.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

I think 5 minutes, on cold days it takes longer, also when I apply make-up it takes a little longer.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

A little bit, but I hate arrogance

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck. Why would anyone bite lollipops?

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Yes, and I love it!

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Sometimes, but I prefer talking to myself

62. Are you a good singer?

Yes

63. Biggest fear?

Hurting the ones I love

64. Are you a gossip?

Sometimes!

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Saving Private Ryan

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Short hair. I used to have long hair, but I became tired of it and decided to cut it. I prefer having short hair because it’s easier to take care of.

67. Can you name all 50 states?

68. Favorite school subject?

It used to be History, Portuguese and English

69. Extrovert or introvert?

Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

71. What makes you nervous?

Homework

72. Are you scared of the dark?

I used to be, but I overcame this fear

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Sometimes

74. Are you ticklish?

Yes

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

I think that yes, but I can’t remember what it was

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

77. Have you drank underage?

78. Have you ever done drugs?

No, and I’ll never will

79. Who was your first real crush?

Hayden Christensen

80. How many piercings do you have?

I have my ears pierced

81. Can you roll your R’s?

A little bit

82. How fast can you type?

Really fast

83. How fast can you run?

I don’t think I can run really fast

84. What color is your hair?

Dark brown, almost black

85. What color are your eyes?

Dark brown

86. What are you allergic to?

There’s a fish that I can’t eat, even though I love fish. It gives me an allergic reaction that looks like a big white pimple

87. Do you keep a journal?

I used to, but now I don’t.

88. What do your parents do?

My dad is a systems analyst and my mom is unemployed 😢

89. Do you like your age?

Yes

90. What makes you angry?

When people hate on Danny, rude people,

91. Do you like your own name?

Yes, because it means “young” in Greek

92. Have you already thought of baby names? If so what are they?

93. Do you want a boy or girl for a child?

Both

94. What are your strengths?

I’m very sweet

95. What are your weaknesses?

I get angry easily

96. How did you get your name?

It was to match my sister’s name, that also starts with a J

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

No, but they were really important in Italy!

98. Do you have any scars?

Yes

99. Color of your bedspread?

White

100. Color of your room?

Pink

Tagging: @safarimama, @dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade, @gretavanshellie, @bigthighsandstupidguys

#Tag Game

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burnedxpoet · 2 years

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character 11

Full name: Eros Euphranor Mikos

Pronunciation: EHR-aws

Meaning: love

Nicknames: E

Preferred name: Eros

Age: 21

DOB: September 25th 2001

Astrological sign: Libra

Gender: male

Sexual Orientation: straight

Romantic Orientation: straight

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Greek

Hometown: Springfield, Ohio

Morning Person or Night person: night

Current Residence: Columbus, Ohio

Occupation: Legal assistant

Birth Order (First/Middle/Youngest): 1/2

Mother and Father: Alyssia Orabella, 56 Theodorich Nello, 56

Siblings: Lilly Kerensa, 18

Closest Friend: unnamed

Right or Left handed: Right

Pets (If yes, describe them - ie. are they well taken care of? Does your character like them?): no

Preferred Environment (City, Woods, Beach, Small town, etc…): Beach

Criminal Record: none

Height: 6′1

Weight: 200

Blood type: b+

Build: dad bod but still athletic

BMI: 24.6

Race: white

Eye Colour: hazel

Eye Shape: almond

Hair Colour: brown

Hair Length: short but long at the top

Would they ever dye their hair: yes

If so, what colour would they dye it: not sure but is up for it

Is their hair healthy: yes

What skin type do they have (ie. oily, dry, etc…): oily

Do they like wearing shoes: no

Do they like wearing socks: no

Do they wear Glasses/Contacts: no

Skin Colour: olive

Shape of Face: square

Would they ever be a nude model: yes

Do they have good hand-eye coordination: yes

Known Languages: english, little bit of greek

Do they have an accent: no

What do they smell like: dark chocolate, green tea, sandalwood

Do they believe in love at first sight: no

Do they believe in true love: yes

Have they ever had their heart broken: yes

Are they ticklish: no

Do they play sports: football in high school

Favorite Foods: honey baklava

Favorite Drink: green tea

Deadly Sin (Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Lust, Sloth): pride

Heavenly Virtue (Humility, Temperance, Charity, Kindness, Chastity, Forgiveness, Diligence): forgiveness

Markings (Scars, Tattoos, Piercings, Birth Marks, etc…): lightning bolt on thigh, super small

What is their favorite music genre: classic rock, rap

What flower best represents them: Tea Rose. (Gloire de Dijon)

What gemstone best represents them: chrysoberyl

Are they more indoorsy or outdoorsy: outdoorsy

Are they a good cook: only easy things

Introvert, Extrovert, or Ambivert: extrovert

Portrayed by: a young Hayden Christensen?? there aren’t any young actors i know who I would want to cast for this part

#original character

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were-cheetah-stiles · 7 years

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The Mistake (Prologue) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One With The Pact”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent & Reader

Author’s Note: A few weeks ago, @fillthevoid-stilinski and I were talking about her series, Between Us, which is an excellent Scott/fake relationship mini, and she was like, you know what I want to read? A Stiles/fake relationship fic, and I want you to write it. Seeing as her big TWO-OH is coming up on October 18th, and I also worship the ground she walks on, I obliged her. This is my birthday gift to my Posey, the other half of Eat, and one third of the Puppy Pack, and just my all-around across the pond soulmate. I hope you all enjoy this fake relationship, Stiles mini series.

Thanks: huge thanks to @ellie-bee242 for helping me finally come up with the idea of how this fic was going to go. I literally would never have come up with this without her.

Series Summary: When Stiles Stilinski and Y/n Y/L/N were sixteen years old, they made a pact: if in twenty years, they were both still single and their friends had all gotten married, they would marry each other. At twenty-six, a turn of events and a wedding, change their entire lives.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue

"I still feel bad for Isaac and Kira though." You said, sitting on the counter in Stiles' kitchen, eating an apple, while he stared at his open fridge.

Stiles closed the door halfway so that he could look at you on the other side of it. "Are you telling me you were rooting for anyone but Scott and Allison ending up together?" He rolled his eyes and went back to searching for something to munch on.

"Of course not, they’re our best friends, and they're sickeningly cute together, and she loves him so much, I wanted them to get back together. I just feel bad for, well, Isaac mostly. Kira and Scott were never that serious, but Isaac seemed pretty into Al."

Stiles closed the door, not having found anything, and stared up at you, crunching your way through the granny smith apple in your hand. "Yea, well, maybe if he stopped wearing those fucking scarves when it's the middle of May, he would get the girl." You smirked and rolled your eyes at your best friend, not indulging his irrational hatred of Isaac's scarves with a reply. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Your smirk grew into a smug grin, which you broke when you took another bite from the piece of fruit, and then shrugged. "Oh, well then, I hate you, and you don't get to eat my fruit."

Stiles plucked the apple out of your hand and walked towards the stairs. You sat on the counter, your mouth amused and agape, until you heard the crunching sound of him taking a bite. You leapt off the granite surface, with a thud as your bare feet connected with the floor, and took off running after him. Stiles stood at the top of the staircase, the apple hanging by his side, in his hand, with a devilish grin spread across his face. You paused at the bottom step, tilting your head to the side, watching him, silently daring him to take another bite. Stiles licked his lips, brought the apple up and chomped down again.

"You bastard!" You took off running up the stairs after him, and Stiles just stood at the landing, laughing hysterically, bent at the waist, hands pressed against his knees. "Give me my apple back!" You playfully yelled, reaching around him, as he concealed the fruit from you. Finally, running out of options, you leapt onto his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, and your arms wrapping around his neck, you reached for the granny smith, but Stiles' arms were longer. Stiles wrapped his free hand around your wrists, keeping you from falling, as he straightened up.

"Grow longer arms and you can get it back." He quipped.

"Oh, yea, let me just get on that, Stilinski." You said sarcastically, causing him to chuckle.

"Are you getting off or am I carrying you to my room?" Stiles asked, his hand moving from your wrist to your hand.

"Piggyback, please." You snickered, smiling at his lingering touch on the back of your hand.

"Yes, ma'am." Stiles grinned and carried you on his back into his bedroom, a place you had been a million times before. "Oh god, oh no.." Stiles began to fake struggle, as he approached his bed. "I can't... you're too heavy.... too many apples... I'm going down." Stiles dropped backwards on to the bed, squishing you between him and his mattress, and decided to just lay on top of you, your hand still under his.

"You think I'm eating too many apples, oh my god, you are crushing me to death... Stilessss." You fake whined, because you felt like you were supposed to, but you didn't unwrap your legs from his waist, and you didn't unwrap your arms from around his neck, because you didn't want to not be touching him.

Stiles laughed, his body vibrating against yours, and rolled off of you. He landed next to you on his blue plaid duvet and smiled, finally handing you back your apple. You smiled softly, took a bite, and then handed it back to him. You didn't mind sharing with him; you had been doing it since you were six and you first met Stiles and Scott. The three of you had been inseparable for the past ten years, and you wouldn't have ever wanted it any other way, but now that Scott had Allison, you and Stiles had been leaning on each other extra. You watched as he tossed the core into the trash by his desk, and quietly high fived him for getting it in on the first shot.

"I can't believe you liked Allison and Isaac together." Stiles mumbled, a smirk spreading across his face, as he brought back up your argument from earlier. He glanced over and saw you roll your eyes again, and he snorted. "You just don't learn do you." He poked you in the side, tickling you, and you squirmed.

"Would you just not? How about that?" You playfully glared at him, a smile still plastered on your face. "Don't think I don't know where you're ticklish too, Mieczysław." You teased. Stiles gasped and glared at you, and you just shoved your hand against his face, pushing it to the side, then heard him laughing. His laugh was like hearing your favorite song come up on shuffle, especially with all that had been going on lately. You sighed, as Stiles turned his head back towards you and waited for you to talk again. "I didn't like Isaac and.. okay, they were cute, and she was happy, so I liked them, but Scott and Allison were always going to end up together in my head."

"In his head too." Stiles snickered, referring to Scott, who had always held out hope.

You laughed, and raised your eyebrows in agreement. "I don't know, Stilinski, I'm pretty sure in five years, you and I will be stuck sitting at the single's table at their wedding, while like all of our other friends are paired off, and you and I remain perpetually alone."

"Wow, that was grim." Stiles' eyes widened in surprise. "I'll make you a deal, kid."

You turned your head and smirked at his 'kid' nickname for you. It always made you laugh since you were two months older than him. "What's your deal?"

"If in twenty years, when we're thi-" Stiles began.

"Thirty-six?" You cut him off, cringing at the thought of not being a teenager anymore.

Stiles chuckled and raised his hands in the air. "YOU CAN COUNT! I don't know why you thought you needed me to tutor you for the math test on Monday." He poked fun at you.

"Shut the fuuuuck up, Stiles. Get back to what we're doing at thirty-six." You kicked him lightly in the shin.

Stiles didn't flinch, he just leaned more on his side so he could look at you better, and smiled. "If in twenty years, when we are thirty-six, and all of our friends are getting married or are already married, and you and I are still sitting at the single's table at their weddings, we marry each other."

"Yea, okay." You scoffed, smiling and shaking your head at him.

Stiles frowned slightly. "I'm serious, Y/n. Are there worse things than marrying your best friend?"

You paused, examining the mole next to the left corner of Stiles' mouth and the sweet upturn of his nose and his full and dark eyebrows. Then, your eyes connected with his amber ones again, gently blinking, waiting for your response. You smiled softly, and Stiles smiled in return. "Sounds pretty good to me, actually. We're getting enough apples for the both of us though."

"I like eating yours though." Stiles pretended to whine.

"More apples or no deal." You threatened, holding your hand out for him to shake.

Stiles pursed his lips, pretending to mull it over. "Alright, more apples." He shook your hand and grinned. "It would be sort of poetic that in my old age-"

"Of thirty-six?" You mocked him.

"Yes, my old age of thirty six," Stiles ignored you and continued, still holding your hand, no longer shaking it, just holding it against the comforter. "that I marry the girl who was my first kiss."

"Oh, you just looooove bringing this up." You tore your hand from his and sat up, shaking your head. You got up from the bed, trying to conceal how red your face was becoming, and walked towards your backpack by his desk.

"Well it's just cause it was so cute how red your cheeks got, and how red they get every time I bring it up." You could feel Stiles grinning from behind you.

"Well, it was my first kiss too." You tried to justify your blush, still not turning around to let him see your current redness. "Can we just study for the math test already, so that we can finally watch Revenge of the Sith tonight." You complained, wanting to move on from the topic at hand.

"You just wanna watch Hayden Christensen." Stiles teased, watching you dig through your backpack and his for your books.

"Psh. Yea, I do."

"What does he have that I don't?" He complained, shaking his head at you.

You turned around with a smug grin. "Would you like me to make you a list?"

The smirk from Stiles' face dropped into an unamused frown. "I think I'll pass, just give me my-" Stiles paused as he felt his phone vibrate, and he fished it out of his pocket.

"Who is it?" You asked, walking over with the stack of books and pencils in your hands. "Stiles?"

"Don't kill me."

You dropped the books on his desk, and popped out your hip. "What?"

"Scott and Allison are coming over." Stiles said, not looking up from the reply he was typing on his phone.

"To study? Borrow sugar? Have sex quietly in your basement while you and I go over what's going to be on Monday's test?" You listed off the only possibilities you wanted to hear about.

Stiles chuckled, then shook his head. You watched as he got off his bed and dumped the contents of his backpack out on to the floor. He glanced up at you as he began digging through his closet for a change of clothes. "Uh, they found Derek, and Scott, Lydia, Malia and I are going to go get him."

"Why aren't Allison and I on that list of people?"

"You know why." Stiles frowned at you. "Scott and I don't want you getting hurt, especially after Allison alm-"

"Almost died. I know. I was there. I was the one that called the ambulance, remember?" You reminded Stiles of the time when the Pack had fought the Oni at the old internment camp, and Allison got stabbed, but made a full recovery in the hospital. "Why does Lydia get to go?" You asked, hoping to not reveal how jealous you got every time he mentioned her.

"She will be able to sense if Derek's already dead or not. Banshee powers, you know?" Stiles peeked out his window and saw Allison's headlights illuminate the back of the Jeep in the driveway.

"Where is Derek?" You asked, slumping down into his swivel chair, watching him grab a flashlight from his desk.

Stiles hesitated, squinting up at you in fear. "Mexico?"

"STILES! You can't go to Mexico!" Stiles frowned, and you sighed loudly. "At least, not without your passport." You pulled open the drawer in his desk behind you, grabbed his passport, and handed it to him.

"You're the best." Stiles rested his hands on your knees and grinned. "I promise, I promise, I promise, I will be back by Monday, and I will pick you up, early, with breakfast, and we will sit in the library and study until school starts. I promise." He crossed his heart with his finger, and waited for you to smile. You didn't. You hated this. He heard the doorbell ring, and he stood. He searched the room for his shoes, which you pointed to by his door, and he smiled at the fact that you always knew what he needed. "Scott and I are going to pick Lydia and Malia up in the Jeep, and Allison is going to take you home." Stiles explained the plan.

"Sti..." You caught his attention, and he paused in place, staring at the sadness in your eyes. It broke his heart.

"You know I'd rather watch Star Wars with you." He frowned, feeling bad for ditching you again.

You shook your head, and stared at him. "It's not that. I know that... You just.. be careful, okay?"

Stiles smiled, and pulled you out of the chair, ignoring the sound of the front door closing downstairs, and Scott and Allison trudging up the staircase towards his room. He hugged you tightly, burying his face into your shoulder, and you held him for as long as you could. "I'll be fine. I promise. Besides, someone's gotta marry you at thirty-six." Stiles tried to lighten the mood as he separated his body from yours. You rolled your eyes at him one last time, and he smirked. "I love when you do that." He admitted with a chuckle, before Scott opened the door and interrupted your moment. "Yo, Scotty."

"Hey, you ready to go?" Scott asked Stiles.

"Yep." He grabbed his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and glanced at you. "Can you lock up?" He asked, knowing you had a key.

"If I must. Are you texting your Dad or am I writing him a note?" You sighed, watching Allison kiss Scott in the hallway.

"Tell him that we went camping for the weekend." Stiles smirked.

"Oh good, rope me into your lies." You smirked back and shook your head.

Stiles lowered his voice and stepped towards you. "Oh, he'll still love you. I will too, even if you are a liar." He joked, and then left a quick peck on your cheek, that set your entire body on fire. You caught Allison's eyes widening, and a small surprised smirk rise to Scott's lips. "Thirty-six. I'll be careful." He repeated.

You smiled softly and nodded. "Thirty-six."

You and Allison waved goodbye from the front door as Scott and Stiles loaded into the Jeep and left.

"I can't believe he just kissed you and you definitely still think he doesn't like you." Allison said, watching the Jeep roll down the street and out of view.

You glanced up at her, touching your hand to the cheek where his lips had just been. "Yea, that was weird. Kisses me, offers to marry me, and then runs off with Lydia. I wonder what that's all about." You said sarcastically.

"He what?!" Allison said, closing the door, and following you back up the stairs to get your stuff.

"We made like a joke pact, where if we're still single at thirty-six, we'll marry each other."

"Did he bring it up or did you?" Allison asked, leaning against the door frame, watching you scribble the note to the Sheriff on a piece of paper.

"He did." You answered, not looking up at her smug grin.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you have to see it. He is so in love with you."

"Yea, okay, we'll see about that when he's married to Lydia in ten years."

"I guess we'll see then." Allison said, shutting off the light to Stiles' bedroom as the two of you went downstairs to leave.

Part 1 will be a ten year flash forward, and will come out on Em’s birthday (10/18). read up and let me know if you’d like to be tagged. this will be a true mini series.

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