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Where did you go??
i have no motivation/ideas lmao. i post a lot on tiktok and wattpad though. i’ve been coming on here every once in awhile, but immediately leaving 😭
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could i request more fics for isaac😭😭💙
this love
pairing: isaac lahey x reader
summary: after years of not seeing isaac, he shows up at a hangout you’re having with your friends
warnings: mentions of alcohol, characters are aged up
a/n: hi anon ! thank you so much for the request. i hope you enjoy and anyone else who would like to request anything please do. i’m low on motivation lmao
“lydia, i’m really not sure if i can make it.” you say into the phone, “i mean i have so much to do for work.”
“that’s the point. it’ll be a break from all of that.” she says. “and we haven’t all met up in awhile. it’ll be fun.”
you shut your apartment door behind you as you set your bags down, “lydia…”
“please, y/n/n. who knows the next time we’ll all be able to hang out. you know how stiles is about this stuff.”
she was right. you knew stiles was worried about all of you drifting apart. and while you guys had all gone off and got your own jobs and homes, you still met up whenever you could. just standing there now, you can imagine stiles’ puppy dog eyes looking back at you.
“yeah, okay.” you sigh, “i’ll see you guys tonight.”
“yay ! okay, i’ll see you later. bye.”
“bye.” you say before you hang up.
•••
the bar is loud as you walk through the door. you were dressed in a pair of light washed jeans and a crop top. it was a very simply outfit, but you knew your friends would be dressed the same.
you hold your purse close to you as you walk through the bar. your friends were sat all the way in the back as usual. the booth you guys always take whenever you met up there.
a small smile takes over your face as you see stiles telling a story with his hands flying all over. as you get closer, scott looks over at you.
“hey, y/n/n.” he smiles. everyone else at the table turns toward you as you get closer.
“hey, guys !”
“y/n !” lydia says as she gets up to hug you. you laugh as she squeezes you before letting go.
“how are you guys ?”
“great.” stiles nods before taking a sip of his drink. he steps aside as scott gets up.
“i’ll be back.” he says before walking off
“here, y/n/n.” liam says sliding a drink over, “i was the only one nice enough to actually order it for you.”
“because you’re the only one who remembered it, asshole.” malia says
“it’s still odd knowing you can drink now, but thank you.” you chuckle. “where’d scott go ?”
“oh, uh,” stiles starts, “he went to go grab someone.”
you furrow your brows as you scoot in beside lydia, “who ?”
“guys !” scott calls out. you turn in the direction of his voice and your eyes widen.
“oh my god.” you mutter
“hey.” isaac smiles
“hey, isaac.” stiles says awkwardly, “glad to see you, buddy.”
“you’re back from france ?” lydia asks
“uh, yeah.” he nods
scott pats his shoulder, “he’s staying, too. i figured i’d invite him to the meet up.”
“the more the merrier.” lydia shrugs. she looks over at you before nudging you, “right, y/n/n ?”
“huh ?” you blurt out turning to her before looking back up at isaac and smiling, “oh, yes, yeah. the more the merrier.”
isaac smiles nodding. you hear stiles chuckling from the other side of the table. you leg flies out and kicks him in his shin under the table. “ow !”
•••
it had been about two hours since isaac had shown up and everything seemed to be going okay. everyone fell into casual conversation as usual. you laughed along with your friends before looking down at your empty cup.
you turn to lydia, “hey, i’m gonna go grab another drink.”
“okay.” she smiles. you slide out of the booth before heading toward the bar.
you sit on a stool as a bartender comes up to you. “hi, can i get a margarita please ?”
“of course.” she smiles, “coming right up.”
you give a grateful smile back, “thank you.”
as she walks off, you look down at your hands. you look over as someone sits in the stool next to you. your heart beat accelerates as isaac’s blue eyes stare back at you.
“hey.” he says
“hi.” you smile
silence falls between the two of you. you and isaac dated for about a year before he left for france. of course, it hurt, but you knew leaving was probably what was best for him. especially considering he didn’t actually have any family left in beacon hills.
when he left, you guys didn’t keep any contact. you truly thought he wouldn’t ever come back to beacon hills. but as he sat next to you six years later, he looked just as beautiful as he did when he left.
he was of course older and his features were more defined. he had stumble growing across his chin. and to be honest, you loved it. he was older, but he still looked like the same guy you fell in love with.
and as isaac sat across from you, he couldn’t imagine anyone more beautiful. your eyes were still sparkling and full of happiness. your skin and your smile just as gorgeous and as captivating as he remembered. whenever you guys were sat with your friends, he thought you would’ve caught him staring. and now with the two of you alone, he was afraid he wouldn’t ever be able to keep his eyes off of you.
“how have you been ?” he asks
“um, i’m good. i’ve been really busy with work and stuff.” you chuckle, “but i’m good. how about you ? how was france ?”
“it was great.” he smiles, “it felt good to take the time for myself. i really needed it.”
“i understand.” you nod. you look over as a glass is set in front of you, “thank you.”
“no problem.” she says before turning to isaac, “would you like anything, sir ?”
“no, thank you.” he says. the bartender nods before walking off. “so, what do you do for work ?”
“i’m a web developer for a fashion company.” you say
“seriously ?” he asks. you hum in agreement, “that’s amazing, y/n/n. i remember you talking about that a couple of years ago.”
“yeah, it’s not exactly what i wanted to do, but i’m still involved, so it’s amazing.”
“yeah.” he says as you look down at your drink. his eyes soften, “y/n ?”
“hm ?”
“i’m really sorry.” he says. you look over at him with a frown, “i’m sorry for just leaving like that.”
“don’t be.” you say shaking your head, “i understand why you left. honestly, thinking back, i probably would’ve done the same thing.”
“i wanted to call you.” he nods, “and i would’ve, but i didn’t know if you hated me or didn’t want me to contact you. i probably should’ve asked scott, but i knew he had a lot going on.”
“it’s okay, isaac.” you say. isaac can feel his heart skip a beat at the way his name sounded coming from you.
“so, we’re okay ?”
“of course, we are.” you say, “we always will be.”
isaac smiles wide, “great.”
you pull away from your straw to face isaac. his blue eyes following your every move. as you looked at him, you notice the look in his eyes. the same look he would give you anytime he saw you when you were dating. the same look that he still had whenever he told you he was leaving for france.
the look that told you that he loved you and would do anything for you. it was still there.
#isaac lahey#isaac lahey x reader#isaac lahey imagines#daniel sharman#teen wolf#teen wolf imagine#miguelschamp
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and he does it again
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thinking about how horrible jiara is gonna be in season 4 🤮
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new car
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader
summary: after kie shows you a tiktok, you play a prank on your boyfriend
warnings: none
you had been working for years to save up for your new car. all throughout high school, you had driven your mom’s old car. which worked fine for going back and forth to school, but ultimately gave out after you graduated.
it took awhile to save since you and jj decided to move in together after high school after being together since freshman year, but you finally did it.
you got the car about three months ago and your excitement was still through the roof. you loved your new car.
you didn’t have to worry about your engine randomly going out, you didn’t have to roll all of your windows down because of the air conditioning not working, or slam your trunk shut because simply closing it didn’t work.
of course, whenever these problems arose, jj would fix it no problem, but it felt good to know you wouldn’t have to bombard him with those problems anymore.
as long as you’ve known jj, he’s been pretty into cars. he knew the run around of what to do when something wasn’t working. and in all actuality, it amazed you.
so, when kie told about you about this prank going around tiktok, it piqued your interest.
you told jj you would be going to the gas station whenever you got off of work before heading home.
you filled up the tank and grab snacks before heading back to your car. you grabbed your phone and dialed your boyfriend before putting him on speaker.
“yeah, baby ?”
“i’m on my way, jay. do we need anything else before i head home ?”
“uh, no, i think we’re good.”
“okay.” you mutter, “oh, babe, you’re never gonna believe what they have at the gas station.”
“what ?”
“they have these christmas themed covers on the gas pumps. it’s so cute.”
“what do you mean christmas themed ?”
“they have these cute green ones out. it’s adorable.”
“green ?” he says before you hear a gasp, “baby, don’t tell me.”
“tell you what ?” you say feigning confusion
“which one did you use ?”
“the green ones. i always use the other one, so i wanted to use the christmas one.”
as he sighs, you cover your mouth to conceal your giggle.
“baby.” he starts, “how much did you put in the tank ?”
“i only put about half.” you say, “what’s wrong, jj ?”
“princess, it’s not christmas pumps, it’s diesel.”
“diesel ?”
“yes, diesel. your car doesn’t take diesel.”
“i didn’t know. i just thought they changed the covers.” you say faking your upset tone
“oh god.” he mumbles, “i can’t believe you did that. why on earth would you do that ?”
the laugh you’d been holding the whole conversation was finally let out.
“what ? why are you laughing ?”
“because it’s a prank.” you laugh
jj groans, “oh my god, y/n/n. seriously ?”
“yes. kie showed it to me.”
“okay, well, you’re not hanging out with kie anymore.”
your laughter intensifies as jj lets out a chuckle of his own.
#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank imagine#rudy pankow#outer banks#outer banks imagine#miguelschamp
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the exit pt. 2
pairing: john b routledge x fem!reader
summary: you see john b for the first time in months
warnings: none
a/n: requested by @mirellef2001. i hope you enjoy :)
it had been a few months since you walked away from john b. from the outside looking in, a lot had happened.
john b being accused of murder, then he and sarah passed trying to get off the island. of course, you didn’t believe that john b had killed peterkin. john b was a lot of things, but a murderer wasn’t one of them.
then you found out from kie that john b wasn’t dead and that he was actually okay. that gave you some relief knowing that he was okay.
now, as of recent, it came out that john b was cleared and that rafe cameron killed peterkin. you were happy that the truth came out, but hadn’t made any effort to actually talk to him.
you were still hurt by what happened with him and sarah, but considering all that happened, if you ever did see him, you wouldn’t rub it in his face.
looking around at the bonfire, you couldn’t quite tell if you still wanted to be there. your friends left you alone awhile ago and had yet to make an effort to come back. you were sat on a brick wall with a half empty solo cup in your hands.
the fire burning in the middle of the party calmed you, but the teenagers running around and drinking different concoctions left and right made you anxious.
you left out a deep sigh as you shut your eyes. your finger tapping the side of the cup as you open your eyes slowly.
“you here all by yourself ?”
your heart drops. you knew exactly who was standing beside you. you turn and your eyes meet the only boy you’ve ever been in love with.
“john b ?”
“that’s me.” he smiles softly. he watches as you look him up and down slowly before you turn towards the fire again. “you mind if i sit ?”
“go ahead.” you shrug. john b takes a seat next to you making sure to leave some space between the two of you.
this was the first time he had seen you in months. he couldn’t believe how beautiful you still were, if not more.
when you walked away from john b this past summer, he knew he messed up. terribly.
the day was on repeat in his mind for a long time. he couldn’t believe he actually let you go. it was stupid. he knew that. and his friends wasted no time in reminding him of that.
“how have you been ?”
you chuckle, “i should be asking you that considering you were on the run and on trial for murder.”
“well, i made it out pretty okay.” he smiles, “but how are you ?”
“i’m fine.” you mumble
john b eyes you as you stare into your cup. his mind reeling for some way to get you to talk to him. “y/n-“
“if you’re gonna bring up you and sarah, please don’t. i’ve thought about it enough.”
john b sighs, “okay, well. can i at least apologize ?”
“for what ? we weren’t together.”
“but we were supposed to be.”
“we wanted to be.” you say finally looking over at him. your heart skips as you look into his brown eyes. they were as gorgeous as you remember. “you didn’t cheat or anything, john b. you don’t have to apologize.”
“i’m still sorry.” he says, “i hurt you and i always promised i wouldn’t. i was just so caught up in finishing what my dad started that i got caught up in something with sarah.”
“you guys were on the run together. you don’t have to downplay what you felt for her to make me feel better.”
“i’m not. i’ll always be thankful for her helping me and sticking with me, but what i felt for her is nothing like what i felt for you.”
“john b.” you sigh as you look away
“i’m serious.” he says scooting closer, “i’m sorry, y/n/n.”
as you turn to him, john b looks down. his hand reaches for one of your hands laying in your lap. he removes it from the cup and holds it gently.
he looks up at you, “i’m sorry and i love you.”
your face softens, “i love you too.”
“i know.” he nods, “but it’s not about me right now. i wanna make everything up to you. i want you to understand how much i really do appreciate all that you’ve done for me despite what happened. i want you to understand how much i love you.”
your eyes flicker between his before his own fall to your lips. as he leans in closer, you heart beats harder in your chest.
you didn’t know if kissing john b was a good idea. was a simple apology really enough ? john b wasn’t one to break promises. once he has his mind on something, he sticks to it. so, if he promised to make everything up to you, then he would.
so who cares ?
your eyes shut as he places his lips on yours. you sigh softly as he moves against you. he pulls away, but doesn’t go far at all.
your eyes open and he’s already looking at you. his eyes swarming with a look only you’ve seen. you didn’t know that, but he did.
he also knew that no matter what happened, he would never let you go again.
#john b routledge#john b imagine#john b x reader#chase stokes#outer banks#outer banks imagine#miguelschamp
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Hey can you please write a stiles/reader fic where they buy a ton of paczki since Stiles is Polish and the reader is part Polish
cravings
pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!polish!reader
summary: only one place can kill your period cravings
warnings: none
a/n: hii !! thank you so much for the request. i am american, so if there’s anything i have wrong or missed please let me know. i hope you enjoy :)
your period had actually come out of nowhere. it was usually a little later, but it seemed like mother nature wanted to visit you early.
of course, you had your usual cravings like every other girl. chocolate or sometimes really spicy things. but this time, you couldn’t quite figure out what you wanted and it was driving you insane.
everything you ate, was okay tasting, but it didn’t hit the spot.
then it hit you.
“stiles ?” you say into the phone
“yeah, y/n/n, everything okay ?”
“no.”
“what’s wrong ?”
“i need you to take me to hanna’s bakery.”
“hanna’s bakery ?” he exclaims, “baby, that’s an hour and a half away.”
“i know, but i really want pączki.” you whine
“pa- what the hell is that ?”
your eyes widen, “you’ve never had pączki ?”
“no, what is that ?”
“they’re kinda like donuts.” you say, “stiles you’re polish, how do you not know what that is ?”
“i don’t know. when i went to that bakery, i just got regular donuts.” he says, “can’t we just go to another one closer ?
“no. it needs to be hanna’s.” you say, “please.”
stiles sighs over the line, “i’m on my way.”
•••
stiles would’ve never driven an hour and a half out of his way for literally anyone. but seeing as he’s heard you complain about how you couldn’t find what you were craving, he would do it for you.
as you soon as you guys arrive, you jump out of the jeep. already up on the curb as stiles gets out of the car.
“stiles, come on.” you say reaching out for him
“i’m coming.” he chuckles as you grab his hand and pull him into the bakery.
you ended up ordering a dozen of the donuts. a huge smile on your face as you guys got into the car. as soon as you’re seated, you open the box.
you sigh as the wonderful smell fills the truck. stiles eyeing you as you look down at the box.
“you look crazy.” he says.
you immediately roll your eyes, “shut up these are amazing.”
you pick one up for yourself before holding one out to him.
“no, i’m okay.”
“stiles.” you groan
“i don’t want any.” he laughs
“just try it please. i promise it’s good.” you say, "my grandma used to make them all the time when i was a kid. this is the only place that tastes close to hers."
he sighs as he watches you pull puppy dog eyes. he takes it from you and his brows furrow. it looked like a regular donut to him. he couldn’t understand what was so special about it to you.
“ready ?” you ask. as he nods, the two of you take a bite. your eyes roll back as the delicious treat fills your senses. “oh my god, this is exactly what i wanted.”
you look over as you notice stiles’ silence. your eyes widen at the donut being half gone.
“oh my god, stiles.” you laugh
“what ?” he says. his mouth was full of pączki. powdered sugar sitting on his lip as he looked back at you with wide eyes.
“do you like it ?”
“definitely.” he says as he sits back. your laughter intensifying as he finishes the rest of the donut in one bite before reaching for another.
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the exit
pairing: john b routledge x fem!reader
summary: john b promised you two find each other again. so why was he with sarah cameron ?
warnings: angst
after big john had disappeared, john b changed. and rightfully so. he didn’t know where his father was or if he was okay. he had a lot to deal with.
you guys had been dating for a year prior to that and while you loved him, you knew everything was taking a toll on him. he expressed to you how he felt he wasn’t giving you enough in the relationship and wanted to take a break.
you agreed. although it broke your heart, if it made things a little easier for him, you would deal with it. you guys remained friends and you always looked out for him.
bringing him food, making sure his house was clean, making sure he took care of himself. it was almost like you two were still dating. which over the months was brought up a lot. finally being together again and being happy.
when john b came to you about finding gold, you thought he was insane.
but he believe it existed, so like always you helped him. so far, it seemed like the gold actually existed. you guys were planning to go down and get it eventually, but as john b called everyone over to meet at the château, you were a little nervous.
not knowing exactly what to expect. but you definitely didn’t expect him to bring sarah cameron along.
kie was pacing as john b sat on the other side of the couch. pope sat on a stool by jj. jj sat in a chair and you stood beside kie.
"no effing way ! you brought her here ? so what ? she’s in on this now ?" kie yells. john b looks around for some kind of support from the others.
"i dunno." pope shrugs
"look, all i care about is her cut comes out of your share." jj says
"you know, i don't remember taking a vote. this is our thing. a pogue thing." kie says
"i gotta say, i’m just a tad uncomfortable with all of this." pope says
"thank you !"
"when are you not uncomfortable ?" john b snaps
"i dunno. i rode here on the back of jj’s bike pretty comfortably."
"it’s true. most relaxed i’ve ever seen him." jj says
"that’s cute, guys." john b says looking ahead
"you know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her." kie says
"stop talking about me like i’m not here !" sarah says
"then leave."
sarah scoffs, "i told you."
"told him what, exactly ? that you're a liar ?"
"no, that you're a shit-talking bitch."
"oh, shit." pope says as the girls keep arguing.
"my money's on kie." jj whispers as they both pull out money.
you didn’t know what to think. you couldn’t figure out why sarah cameron of all people was here. no one had ever brought her up as a potential friend. only kie when she brought up how much she hated the girl.
you didn’t go to midsummers, so you obviously didn’t know about the conversation the others had the night prior when sarah showed up to give him the map.
all you knew was that john b got hurt and that was enough for you to be worried about him. nothing else mattered. now you wished someone would’ve told you.
"everybody shut up !" John B yells, "kie, you are my best friend, right ?" kie nods with a shrug. "and sarah, you're..." he chuckles, "you're my..."
"say it." she nods
"you’re my girlfriend."
your heart dropped.
"ohh... that's new." pope says
"she’s your girlfriend now ?" kie scoffs, "what was all that talk about you were just using her for information ? get a map, cut her loose."
"you said you were using me ?" sarah says
"no."
"yeah, you did." jj says
"you said those things." pope finishes
“and what about y/n/n ?” kie snaps. upon mentioning you, jj and pope turn to you.
"look, love just walked in, okay ?" john b says
"oh, vomit." kie says
"i didn't expect it. it just... it kind of happened. and i’m not gonna deny it. right ?"
"oh. that’s corny." pope whispers
"look, cut the bullshit, john b." kie says, "if she's in, i’m out."
"i’m not doing this."
"you are gonna decide."
"i can't !"
"i’m very interested, actually. me or her ?"
"both." he shrugs
“ooh.” pope whispers
jj whistles, "went for the hail mary."
kie storms off slamming the screen door behind her.
"it’ll be cool, right ?" sarah says, "i’m gonna leave."
"sarah, don't."
"gonna let y'all chat. let me know." she says before she storms off the other way. john b’s head falls back against the wall.
"i’d just like to say, you handled that beautifully." jj says. pope looks up toward you. you were dead silent and had tears brimming your eyes.
“y/n/n ?” he says softly. john b’s head snaps up. oh shit.
“i’m gonna go. i’ll text you guys later.” you say as your voice cracks. pope’s eyes following you as you walk off the porch.
“y/n.” john b calls out before following you.
your hands wipe at your eyes as tears finally escape. your steps quickening as you hear footsteps behind you.
“y/n.” john b says reaching out to you. you snatch your arm away as you turn to him.
“let go of me.” you snap
“can we please talk ?”
“there’s nothing to talk about.” you shrug, “you have a girlfriend now. you should go comfort her, you know ? or maybe your best friend ?”
“y/n, i didn’t mean for it to just come out like that, okay ? it really did just happen.”
“so then what were all those talks we had about finally being together ?” you say looking up at him, “you were saying how you finally felt like you were becoming your old self and you couldn’t wait for us to be together again. what was that ?”
john b’s mouth opens and closes as he stands there. “what was it, john b ?”
“i don’t know. i don’t know.” he says, “i did mean it. i did. everything i told you i meant.”
“so then why are you with sarah cameron ?” you cry. john b’s heart breaks at your tear stained cheeks, “if you meant that, you would be with me.”
“i’m sorry.” he replies weakly
“yeah, you’re sorry.” you chuckle, “you know what ? just count me out of this whole treasure thing. i don’t want anything to do with you.”
“y/n.”
“no.” you snap before walking off. john b’s hand falling by his side as he watches you.
#john b routledge#john b x reader#john b imagine#chase stokes#outer banks#outer banks imagine#obx#miguelschamp
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wow.
#one chance please#odessa doesn’t deserve him#omg drew omg#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#outer banks#obx#miguelschamp
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Love Is Easy
𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 @miguelschamp ! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!
𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛!
“Are you nervous?” You ask Stiles, noticing that he’s fidgeting a little more than usual. You’re both currently sitting in the back of his jeep at the Beacon Hills Preserve. This is your favorite date spot, and so is his. It’s the night before the first day of junior year, and Stiles wanted to get out of the house. You two sit and admire the town lights among the stars.
“About school? Nah, nope! I’m ready to start homework right now.” He shakes himself out of his thoughts, and you know him all too well to know there’s something on his mind.
“Stiles, what’s up? I mean, I know random dates aren’t out of the ordinary with you, but get the feelings there’s something else you dragged me out here for.”
“You know me so well, you see right through me.” He sighs smiling.
“So what’s up?” You ask him.
Stiles takes a deep breath, and it’s then that your heart drops into you stomach. You get the hint that whatever he’s wanting to say is serious, and your mind scatters to the worst.
“Y/N, we’re about to start our junior year together.”
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺…𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?
“Which is supposed to be the most difficult school year, and not to mention whatever the supernatural will throw at us this year.”
“Okay.” You reply. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵?
Stiles takes another deep breath, grabbing your hands to hold in his. “What I’m saying is, there’s going to be a lot of hardships ahead. But there’s one thing in my life that isn’t hard or difficult.”
𝘖𝘩.
“Being with you, Y/N…Being with you is easy. Loving you is easy.” My eyes begin to well up at his words.
“Stiles-“
“Nope! Don’t interrupt me! I’ve got this all memorized and I don’t wanna lose my place!” He stops me, and I laugh.
“Loving you is easy, Y/N/N, and I want it to stay that way. I want you every day. I want you with me all the time.” That’s when you can no longer look him in the eyes and you begin to sob.
“Awe don’t cry! Y/N please don’t cry I’m not even proposing, yet!” He laughs, and you look up at him with wide eyes.
“Wait, no! I’m not going to propose right now, I meant—I—I mean I’m not proposing yet as in I will in the near future. Well—no not—not 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 as in in a minute. I mean near as in—“
“Stiles, please continue.” You laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder briefly.
He smiles, “Okay, you know what I’m just gonna get to it now.” He says, skipping his monologue and digging into his pocket to pull out a little jewelry box.
“Loving you is easy, you make my life easy Y/N. And I know that you don’t really like gifts and this in no way represents all that you mean to me, because you mean a lot more to me than a ring. But, I just wanted to get you something special.” He babbles, handing you the little jewelry box.
You open it up to see a ring, with a little gray rock in the center. “𝘖𝘩, 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴.”
“It’s a promise ring, you know, something special until I can replace it.” He says, taking the ring from your hands to slide it onto your ring finger.
You hold it up for you both to admire, tears still staining you cheeks.
“It’s a rock from the playground where we met.” He adds, “You know, something with actual meaning. I didn’t want to just buy some random ring, that’s not meaningful.” He says, and you’re in complete awe of his attention to detail.
You let out a little laugh, though your eyes still hold tears. “Is this why my mom asked me for my ring size a month ago?” You asked, dumbfounded.
Stiles chuckles, “Yeah, yeah I had her help me.”
“Stiles,” You sob, looking into his auburn eyes as they glisten in the starlight. Stiles doesn’t let you finish, instead pulling you to his chest for a tight hug. He wraps his strong arms around your waist, and you wrap yours around his. You sob into his chest.
“Jeez I knew you’d cry, but I didn’t think you were this much of a cry baby.” He cracks a joke into the crook of your neck, laughing. You giggle, holding him tighter.
“I love you so much, Stiles.”
“I love you. A lot, actually.”
“Loving you is easy too.”
𝟏/𝟐𝟐/𝟐𝟒
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paper rings
pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!reader
summary: stiles can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you
warnings: none
it was your 11th birthday and you were beyond excited.
your mom had been planning your party for weeks. making sure the theme you wanted was going to be perfect. she invited all of your friends from school, including your two best friends, scott and stiles.
you met scott and stiles in 2nd grade. you tripped and fell onto the wood chips as you were running toward the swing set. as tears blurred your eyes, you heard rapid footsteps coming toward you.
two boys bent down beside you and asked if you were okay before scott ran off to find a teacher. stiles stayed by your side reassuring you that you were okay. and from then on, you guys were friends.
you came down the steps in a pink dress covered in flowers. your hair done and jewelry littering your arms and hands. your mom smiled as you came down the steps.
“scott and stiles are here.” you say running toward the door
“how do you know ?”
“i saw them through my window.” you say swinging the door open. a smile spreads across your features as your friends walk toward the door. you run out towards them as your mom walks out onto the porch.
“happy birthday !” they say as you run toward them. you giggle as the three of you collide in a huge hug.
“thank you.” you smile pulling away. “today’s gonna be so much fun.”
“definitely.” scott says
“happy birthday, sweetie.” melissa says walking up behind the boys
“thank you, ms. melissa.” you beam. you feel your mom place her hand on your shoulder
“why don’t you guys go out back and play until everyone gets here ?” she says
you squeal as you and the boys run around to the backyard.
~
it was darker out now and your party in full swing. you’ve opened presents and had cake. now, everyone was mingling around until they decided to leave.
you had been up since early that morning and you were exhausted. you were running around all day and playing with your friends. ensuring that everyone felt included and was having fun.
now, you sat on a bench that you had in your backyard. everyone was running around in front of you and parents were laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
you look to your left as someone walks toward you. you smile brightly, “hi, stiles.”
“hey.” he says sitting beside you, “are you okay ?”
“yeah.” you nod, “i’m just really tired. i was awake really early this morning.”
“oh, well you had fun today, right ?”
“of course.” you smile before you lay your head on his shoulder. he lays his head on top of yours as you sigh, “today was the best day ever.”
stiles smiles before taking a deep breath, “y/n/n, i have another present for you.”
you sit up, “really ? you didn’t have to. the teddy bear was more than enough.”
when opening your first gift from stiles, you couldn’t believe he had gotten you a bear you had been talking about for months now. your mom had been looking all over for it and couldn’t find it. but, of course, stiles did.
“well, i just wanted to get you something extra for being my best friend.” he says. you smile softly as he digs in his pocket.
he holds his hand out to you. in it was a ring made out of paper. the “diamond” was colored in to imitate the shininess.
“i made it because my dad wouldn’t let me get an actual ring.” he says as you take it from him.
“i love it.” you laugh. it truly was amazing considering an 11 year old boy made it. as you slid it onto your ring finger you held your hand out to him.
“perfect.” he says, “maybe one day i can get you an actual one.”
you smile at him before wrapping your arms around his neck. he quickly hugs you back with a small smile on his face.
•••
you and stiles laid back against his jeep on the outlook of beacon hills. the sun was setting and stiles always made it his mission for the two of you to catch it since you once brought up how you loved them.
it was something that he’s tried doing since the two of you started dating. you guys had been dating for 3 years now. since freshman year of high school and the two of you couldn’t be happier.
your 4 year anniversary was coming up and stiles had something up his sleeve. the ring he gave you for your 11th birthday held significance for the both of you. he remembers you actually wearing and taking care of the ring for a couple of weeks before the “band” ripped.
you were devastated and thought stiles would’ve hated you for ruining his gift. safe to say he wasn’t and was actually shocked at how long the ring lasted.
so, you kept the ring in the box with the other jewelry you were collecting. it now sat in the back of your phone case. it was squished now, but it didn’t matter. it was your favorite.
you watch as he sits up before looking over at you. “yes ?” you say in a sing song voice
“i have a present for you.” he says. you furrow your brows as you sit up.
“okay.” you ask, “wait, our anniversary isn’t for a few months.”
“i know, but i couldn’t keep it from you anymore.” he chuckles as you smile, “y/n, you are the most amazing person i’ve ever met. you mean the world to me and going into senior year, i just want you to know how much i love you. i don’t think scott and i would’ve made it this far with our heads still on our shoulders without you. especially me.”
you laugh as tears behind to gather in your eyes. he lays his hand on your thigh, “you remember the ring i gave you for your birthday.”
you nod as you pull out your phone turning it over. showing off the old gift. “yeah.”
he says nothing as he digs in his pocket pulling out a box. you place your phone down as he holds it out to you. “stiles.”
“open it.” he says as you take it. he watches in anticipation as you open the box. you gasp as you see a shiny ring with a small diamond in the center.
“stiles.” you say softly. you turn to him as he smiles.
“that’s what the paper ring was supposed to look like.” he jokes
he gently takes the box from you. he takes the ring out before grabbing your left hand. he slides the ring onto your ring finger.
“it’s a promise ring.” he says as he rubs your knuckles, “for now until i can replace it.”
you look up at him as a tear falls onto your cheek. he takes no time in wiping it away before cupping your cheek.
“i love you so much.” you say as you sniffle
“i love you more.” he says before leaning in and kissing you gently.
#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinski imagine#dylan obrien#teen wolf#teen wolf imagine#miguelschamp
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he’s so boyfriend
#he’s actually my boyfriend#why does he look so good#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#outer banks#obx#miguelschamp
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tolerate it
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader
summary: jj pushes you away for the last time
warnings: complete angst
jj maybank was someone very special.
he cared deeply about the people around him. and would do anything to protect them. especially you.
jj looked at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky. anyone who even thought of hurting you would hear from him.
so why were you on the dock at the château crying in front of him ?
simple. jj didn’t think he deserved to be loved.
which sucked because you loved him like breathing. and you knew he loved you, but as soon as he feels himself become too vulnerable, he pushes.
and he pushed and pushed until you couldn’t take it anymore.
you wanted to love him. it was all you’ve wanted for the past couple of months. but he acted like it was the worst thing for you to love him.
“jj, please. just talk to me.” you cry
“what is there to talk about, y/n ?” he says
“why do you keep pushing me away ?” you ask, “i try and i try and i keep trying to just love you and you treat me like i’m some burden. i don’t know what else to do.”
jj looks away from your pleading eyes, “i don’t want that. i don’t want you to love me.”
“it’s not something that i can control, jj.” you chuckle humorlessly, “and i know you’re lying.”
he refuses to look at you as you take a step closer to him, “you want me to love you. you just don’t think you deserve it.”
he shakes his head, “no, y/n. i don’t. i don’t want you to love me. i just want you to go away.”
“then look at me.” you say. his eyes shut as you finally stop right in front of him, “look at me and tell me you don’t love me and you don’t want me around and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”
he turns slowly. your eyes shining with tears that overflow before they keep falling down your cheeks. your eyes were bloodshot as they held a look of longing.
you knew in your heart that jj wanted you. every part of you. but if there was one thing jj maybank was good at, it was self sabotage.
“i don’t want you.” he says softly, “i just want you to leave.”
your eyes shined with fresh tears as the boy you loved pushed you away once again. your heart felt like it finally broke right there.
you sniffle as you wipe your eyes, “fine.”
his eyes stay ahead of him as you walk off the dock. none of what he said was true in the slightest. a part of him wanted to race after you and tell you how much he loved you. but his mind would never let him.
this time you walked away. which made it different from every other time that he pushed you away.
this time he knew you weren’t coming back.
#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank imagine#rudy pankow#outer banks#outer banks imagine#obx#miguelschamp
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his voice. the chuckle. the smile. literally everything.
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how you get the girl
pairing: liam dunbar x fem!reader
summary: liam hurries to find a way to explain why he’s been standing you up
warnings: none
you and liam had been friends for about a year before you told each other how you felt. you guys were taking it slow and hadn’t made it official yet.
he was working his way toward actually being your boyfriend. which meant taking you on dates, goodnight and morning texts, and everything in between.
the problem was that he hadn’t told you he was a werewolf. so, he couldn’t tell why he had stood you up twice already.
coming up with lame excuses about his parents which you seemed to take pretty well. but you also had a gut feeling that he was lying.
tonight was supposed to be the night he took you on a date to a new restaurant that had opened a few weeks prior. he was determined to make it up to you.
he hated how your eyes held sadness whenever he had to come up with yet another lie.
he promised that tonight there would be no excuses. that he would actually make it.
you made it to the restaurant first. a little earlier than your initial meeting time.
then 30 minutes passed. you sent liam a couple of texts asking if he was anywhere near and got no response.
then an hour.
then two.
of you standing and mingling outside of the restaurant. you definitely called him more than fifty times. and texted him even more.
you knew this would happen. a small part of you was hoping it would be third times the charm. evidently it wasn’t.
your walk home was filled with tears. sad that he couldn’t even take you seriously enough to text and say he wasn’t making it. you were also embarrassed. the amount of customers that walked in and came back out with pitiful looks on their faces.
by the time you made it home, it was around 10:30 and you had school the next day. so, you just got in the shower and headed off to bed. crying yourself to sleep.
•••
liam knew he messed up. bad.
he was actually going to make it on time to your date. then scott called him frantic about meeting in the woods to catch the latest supernatural creature terrorizing beacon hills.
after hours of fighting, they finally stopped it. then he checked his phone and his heart dropped at the amount of texts and calls he got from him.
now he was running through the halls trying to find you. he turns the corner before heading down toward your locker. he sighs in relief as he sees you digging through your locker.
“y/n !” he calls out
you huff refusing to look over at him. you jam a book into your locker as he stops beside you.
“hey, i’m so sorry about last night.” he breathes. you stay silent as you close your locker. you sling your backpack on your shoulder before walking off. liam’s face drops before he follows after you. “y/n-“
“what ?” you snap turning to him
“i’m so sorry i stood you up last night. i was so busy.”
“doing what ?” you ask
liam blinks, “um.. i was just- uh-“
“and don’t lie.” you interrupt
“i was just busy.” he says hoping to satisfy you
it doesn’t.
“doing what ?” you say, “too busy to even answer my texts instead of standing me up. again.”
“i know, i’m sorry.” he says holding his hands out, “but i can make it up to you-“
“no, you can’t. you can’t even tell me the truth about why you left me outside of a restaurant for a date that you planned, for two hours.”
“y/n/n-“
“you know what liam, i don’t think this is gonna work.” you say pointing between the two of you
liam furrows his brows, “what ? no. i promise i can make it up to you.”
“even if you could, you can’t be honest with me.” you say looking up at him. his heart drops as sadness swarms through your eyes. “goodbye, liam.”
liam’s shoulders fall as you turn and walk off. he sighs as you turn the corner. he had to come up with a way to come clean to you. he didn’t want to lose you.
his eyes widen before he rushes down the hall.
•••
you sat in the library trying to get some homework done on your free period. you look up as someone pulls a chair out beside you.
you frown as lydia martin sits next to you. two other girls take places on the other side of the table.
you knew who they were. they were seniors that you saw liam hanging out with sometimes. you didn’t know how he knew them, but it didn’t matter much to you.
“um, hi ?” you say
“hi.” lydia smiles, “i’m lydia and this is kira and malia.”
as you look to the two girls, kira gives a wave as malia raises her brows in acknowledgment. you then turn back to lydia.
“we were wondering if you wanted to hang out.”
“me ?” you say bewildered, “but you guys are seniors. i don’t even know you guys.”
“no, but you’re pretty and i like hanging out with pretty people.” lydia shrugs
you blink as you mouth opens and closes looking for an answer. “uh, sure ?”
“great.” lydia beams before holding her hand out, “can i see your phone ?”
you quickly dig around in your backpack before handing it to her. she types for a few seconds before handing it back to you.
she stands up, “i’ll text you where to meet us. see ya.”
you watch as all three girls leave the table. you turn forward slowly in your seat as you set your phone on the table.
•••
lydia texted you about an hour after school ended. you found yourself walking through the woods as she told you to meet them at the outlook.
as you arrive, you look around. as far as you could tell, no one was there or had been there previously.
you pull out your phone again rereading the text.
meet us at the outlook. we’re already here ;)
you sigh as you slide your phone in your back pocket. “what is up with people standing me up ?”
this had to be some prank they were trying to pull on. seniors always messed with the younger class. you just didn’t think it would happen to you.
you look over as you hear leaves crunching. liam walked up cautiously.
“hi.” he says
“hi.” you say hesitantly, “you can have this to yourself i was supposed to meet…” you trail off as it all clicks in your head. liam set it up. “you set it up, didn’t you ?”
“yeah.” you sigh as your arms cross over your chest. “but i swear it was for a good reason.”
you brows raise as you turn to him, “what ? so you can tell me more lies and promise another date ?”
liam nods, “i deserve that. but i promise i’ll tell you the truth.”
you shift your weight from one foot to the next. you tilt your head and liam finally gets the hint that you’ll listen.
“do you believe in the supernatural ?”
you frown, “what ?”
“the supernatural. do you think it exists ?”
you couldn’t believe the stupid question he was asking, but answered anyway. “maybe. i don’t know. depends.”
“do you think werewolves exist ?” he asks
liam can see your confusion deepen as he looks at you. “liam, what the hell are you talking about ?”
“do you ?”
“i don’t know, liam. literally anything can exist.” you huff
“okay.” he says. you watch as he gets closer to you. he holds his hands out, “do you trust me ?”
you eye him, “not with you asking that as we stand on a cliff.”
he chuckles, “i just need to know that you won’t hit me or anything.”
“liam-“ your words die as you watch his eyes glow yellow. soon after, hair begins to grow from his cheeks and fangs protrude from his mouth.
liam watches worriedly as your eyes widen. he can hear your heartbeat accelerating. he holds his hands out, “y/n-“
you back up as you look down at his hands. he looks too and immediately brings his hands down. he forgot about his claws.
“i promise i wont hurt you.” he says as he slowly shifts back to the liam you knew, “that’s why i keep messing up our dates.”
“you’re- you’re a werewolf.” you say softly
“yeah.” he says. he holds his hands up to show his hands were back to normal before walking up to you. “the seniors you see me hanging out with sometimes are all apart of my pack.”
your eyes widen, “they’re all werewolves ?”
“well, no.” he says, “it’s a mix, but i can explain all of that to you.”
you let out a deep breath as you look down. your hands go up to your cheeks. “oh my god, you’re a werewolf.”
“so, are you like out in the woods or something when we’re supposed to be on dates ?” you say looking up to him
“there are other creatures that try to come into the city and we fight them off.” he says before chuckling, “scott has terrible timing when it comes to needing my help.”
“liam, why didn’t you just tell me ?” you say as your hands fall
“because i didn’t know how you’d take it or if you’d even believe me. i didn’t want to lose you.”
“well, it’s better to be honest with me so i don’t think you’re a complete jerk.”
he smiles as he nods, “i know that now and i’m sorry. really sorry.”
you look up at him as he steps in front of you. he gently takes your hand, “if you’ll give me another chance, i can guarantee i won’t screw it up this time.”
you laugh, “are you sure ? you’re like a superhero now. fighting off beacon hills crime.”
he smiles before shaking his head, “scott knows all about us now, so he’s gonna try to refrain from calling me unless it’s detrimental.”
you search his face as he waits for your answer. he was hoping this was enough to convince you that he wasn’t a jerk and was just someone trying to juggle his own life and saving others.
“i’ll give you a chance if you do something for me.”
he stands up straight, “anything.”
you smile, “can you do the eye thing again ?”
liam laughs before his eyes glow yellow again. he watches as your eyes bounce back and forth between his. a few seconds later, they’re back to their baby blue that you’ve grown to love.
“okay, you get another chance.” you say playfully rolling your eyes.
his smile widens before his hand goes up to your cheek closing the gap between you two. a soft kiss being placed on your lips.
#liam dunbar#liam dunbar x reader#liam dunbar imagine#dylan sprayberry#teen wolf#teen wolf imagine#miguelschamp
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OH MY GOD ??!
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marjorie
pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader
summary: after your grandmother’s passing, conrad’s the only one can who make it a little easier
warnings: mentions of death, very sad :(
you were numb. even with all the movement around you, you felt like you weren’t even here. just a shell of yourself. almost like you were outside of your body looking down at yourself.
you were at your grandmother’s funeral reception and you just wanted to get out. you missed her like crazy already and to see so many people trying to make light of her death made you sick to your stomach.
you couldn’t count the amount of times that people have come up to you to offer some pity comfort. you couldn’t even muster up a polite smile. just raising your brows in acknowledgment before they eventually walk off.
conrad watched from across the room as another person you barely knew came up to you. he could see your eyes looking elsewhere as they spoke to you.
he hated knowing that no matter how much anyone tries, they wouldn’t really be able to help much.
when his mother died, he felt his whole world collapse around him. he couldn’t stand everyone coming to him and trying to offer words of comfort. he knew in a way they were just trying to be nice, but it just made things worse. he knew exactly how you felt.
he remembered listening to your different stories each summer about your grandmother. how wide your smile was each time you recounted the trips you would take and the weekends you would spend together. he never actually got to meet her, but he knew if he did, he would’ve loved her.
“how is she ?” someone says. conrad turns as laurel and steven walk over. your mother inviting them and belly and himself and jeremiah. he turns back to you.
“not good i’m guessing.” conrad says, “i’m too nervous to check on her. i’ve seen so many people pity her today.”
“well, i’m sure she’d enjoy your company.” laurel says softly, “you two have always been the closest.”
conrad turns to them as steven nods, “it’s true. if there’s anyone she’s gonna wanna see right now, it’s you.”
conrad sighs as he turns back to you. your eyes staring ahead of you. a very blank expression covering your features. before his mind could convince him any different, he makes his way over to you.
you’re too into your own thoughts to notice conrad standing right beside you. he looks you over before gently placing his hand on your shoulder. your head snaps up before your body relaxes slightly.
“hey, how you holding up ?” he asks hesitantly. he knew it was a stupid question, a question he too hated, but he just needed to hear your voice.
he sees your eyes begin to shine with fresh tears as you shake your head, “it’s too much.”
conrad’s brows furrow slightly as you look down. he squats beside you placing a comforting hand on your thigh.
“you wanna go outside ? we can get some fresh air.” he suggests. you nod softly as you wipe under your eyes. “okay.”
he stands up taking your hand to help you up. he places his hand on your back as he gently leads you to the door.
on the way out, he catches your mother’s eyes. she was now standing next to laurel and steven. the woman gives an appreciative smile with a nod, but sadness was very evident in her features. he returns it as he follows you out.
he sits beside you on the step placing his arms on his knees. you look down at your hands as you pick at your fingernails. you sniffle before taking a deep breath.
“i don’t know if i can do it, conrad.”
“do what ?”
“go on without her.” you say looking over at him, “i don’t think i can do it. i don’t want to.”
his heart broke as he listened to you. “y/n/n, it’s gonna be okay.”
“no, it’s not.” you snapped, “everyone’s been saying that all day and i’m so sick of hearing it.”
conrad didn’t take your tone to heart. he knew you weren’t angry with him. just sad that someone so important to you was gone.
“i know. look, at first it’s going to be really hard. really fucking hard.” he nods, “but you know that your grandma wouldn’t want you to talk like this.”
you scoff, “so what am i supposed to do ? just act like everything is okay ?”
“no.” he says simply, “mourn her. be as sad as you want to be for as long as you need to. but don’t give up on yourself because you know she wouldn’t want that.”
you blink rapidly as you wipe more tears from under your eyes. “how am i supposed to do that ?”
conrad sighs softly, “there’s not really a written guide on to do that. you just do it however you need to.”
you look over at him with sad eyes. and for once, someone wasn’t looking at you with an overwhelming amount of pity. just genuine concern and support.
“i can’t do that by myself.”
“you don’t need to.” he shakes his head, “i’m right here. okay ?”
you nod softly as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. he pulls you to lay your head on his shoulder which you gladly accept. he rubs your arm while placing a small kiss on your head.
your eyes shut as another tear escapes. you knew this was probably going to be the hardest thing you’ve had to go through. but knowing conrad would be by your side through it all, made it a little easier.
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