Melissa: You need a hobby.

Spencer: I have a hobby.

Melissa: Creating scenarios in your head of you and Y/n are together isn’t a hobby.

Spencer: You’re right. It’s a profession and I excel at my job.

𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

⋆ ꉂ one-shots — 2k+ wc

Remiel: Lucifer (FOX)

i. Surprise, I’m Pregnant

[Name] is pregnant with Remiel’s baby but panics and doesn't tell her wife about it because she knows how much she depises the little human creatures. So being a responsible woman, you rant about it to your best-friends’ Chloe and Maze, unaware that Remiel heard all of it.

⋆ ꉂ drabbles — 1k to 2k wc

Melissa Hastings: Pretty Little Liars

i. Crush On Me

[Name] Fields, the older sister of Emily comes back to rosewood with nobody knowing. She is Melissa’s bestfriend but they both want something more than friendship.

Emma Duval: Scream (TV Series)

ii. I’m Here

The killer calls Emma and threatens to hurt her girlfriend but the blonde hangs up, scared. She calls [name] to come over to her house and [name] comes over and reassures her and cuddles Emma to sleep.

Remiel: Lucifer (FOX)

iii. Not All Humans

Remiel comes back down to earth not knowing that she could find a potential love in her heart for one certain human.

Moe Traux: Trinkets

iv. Kisses and Confessions

Moe caught feelings for her childhood bestfriend, [name] and is still friends with her because to Moe’s disappoint; the foster girl was straight. During a party when playing 7 minutes in heaven, someone dared moe and [name] who has a boyfriend, could the odds be against moe for just one night?

v. Kisses and Confessions (2)

Moe and [Name] are locked in the bathroom after the huge make-out in front of Shawn. Now having no where to hide, Moe confesses to you about her feelings for a certain someone but could it be what she wanted after all?

vi. Kisses and Confessions (3)

[Name] and Moe are now secretly dating - Tabitha doesn't know but suspects it. [Name] is not out to her family but could one tiny slip up ruin everything when Brady catches you and Moe ‘performing’ in your bedroom.

⋆ ꉂ blurbs — wc less than 1k

Cora Hale: Teen Wolf

i. Pretty Girl

In which, [Name] and Cora wakes up in each other’s arms as they struggle to get out of bed.

ii. Her Soft Spot

In which, Cora develops a rigid soft spot for her childhood bestfriend whom she also has a secret crush on.

Angel

Jason DiLaurentis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve spent the past few days being distant with your boyfriend, Jason, after you and the liars are go to a coffee shop in town and run into his ex-girlfriend Cece Drake.

WARNINGS! Age gap, slight angst, alcohol ingestion, reader has an eating disorder (anorexia), body shaming, etc.

You and the liars walk into the Apple Rose Grill. Everything was stressful, per usual. Garrett had been let off the hook for murder and now Wilden was trying to make Hanna look guilty. There was currently a court order out for them to take a sample for Hanna’s blood. That would’ve been fine, knowing Hanna isn’t guilty. Except A has a way of making an innocent person a guilty one.

“Take it from me, you’re always better off with a really good lie.” A feminie voice said from behind you guys. You physically felt your heart stop in your chest. The voice was insanely similar to Alison’s.

“Is it just me or did that sound a lot like…” Emily mumbled. Younturned around to see a blonde girl standing at the register. There was no way that could be her, right?

“…Alison.” You guys said in unison.

The girl turned around with a smile on her face, but it quickly faded as she saw you guys staring at her like she was ancient relic, “Something wrong?” She asked.

“Oh, no, sorry.” Aria apologized, “You just sound a lot like one of our friends.”

“Hope she’s brilliant.” The girl said, “What’s her name?”

“Alison DiLaurentis.” You told her, staring at her like she was a lost dog.

She looked at you guys in realization, “You were friends of Ali’s.” She says, “Me too, I’m Cece.” You had heard that name before, you just weren’t exactly sure where from.

“Spencer.” Spencer spoke, greeting herself.

“Melissa Hastings little sister.” Cece noted, “Ali talked about you. She talked about all of you. A lot.”

“How do you know Ali?” You dared to ask.

“Before I moved to L.A our families rented summer homes in Cape May. We went through an intense couple weeks together. I dated her brother, Jason. She never mentioned me to you guys?” Cece explained. You suddenly felt tense hearing the mention of Jason. You could only imagine what she meant by an intense couple of weeks. But there was no need for you to be jealous, right? Jason was with you not her. But in the moment you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly gorgeous Cece Drake was. She had beatiful blonde hair, blue eyes, easily a size 4, and not to mention her confident outgoing personality. She was everything you weren’t.

For some reason this realization made you sick to your stomach. She looked perfectly healthy, while the reason you had looked the way you did was from practically making yourself sick. Almost your whole life you had been worried about your appearance; making sure you never ate more than 1000 calories a day, over exerrting yourself, and excercising till you felt your body break down.

You knew you were destroying yourself, but you wanted to be pretty. You wanted to be like the girls at your school who all the boys fawned over. You wanted to be the girl who was always picked first for group projects. You wanted to be the girl who wasn’t afraid to wear a crop top in public. You wanted to be like Alison, beautiful and destructive.

Alison had told you something that’s always stuck with you, “You’re pretty, but sweetie you need to drop a few pounds.” When she was alive you easily weighed 130 pounds. By the time your family moved back to Rosewood, you weighed 100, and now you weigh 110. everyone had noticed the dramtic changes over the years. Your family had done nothing but worry about you, the boys at school would whistle at you and make inappropriate remarks, Hanna was someone who you could relate to, and Jason was someone you could rely on.

Before you guys started dating, he found out about your eating disorder. At the time you and the other liars were still questioning if he was A, but after he had helped you get better you never once thought about him being A again, and dismissed the girls when every they tried to convince you he was just being friendly to get information. Luckily, things were different now.

You wondered why Jason had never brought up Cece Drake before. You silently wondered if there was any part of him that still thought about her. I mean she’s gorgeous, who wouldn’t be thinking about her.

You had been zoned out for so long you hadn’t even been paying attention to their conversation until you saw her about to leave, but she stopped in her tracks, “Do any of you girls know if Jason is seeing anyone? I hear he looks really good now-a-days.” Cece asked.

The rest of the girls looked at you subtly before turning back to Cece, “No clue.” Spencer said quickly, shrugging her shoulders. Cece nodded her head.

“Well if you see him tell him I say hi.” She said in flirtatious tone, making your skin crawl.

It had been two days since you last spoke to Jason. You spent the last couple of days worrying about your body, spiraling back into that same old self concious loop you had been so familiar with. He was starting to get worried about you. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with you.

You sigh, sitting in the driver’s seat of your car. You know you shouldn’t do this, but you really needed something to take your mind off Cece Drake.

Jason sighed as he sat down on the front porch of his house. He had absolutely no explanation for what was goingon and it was driving him crazy. He turned his head when he heard footsteps walking up to him. He had hoped it would be you, but was met with slight disappointment when he saw someone else.

“Hey.” Spencer greeted softly, walking up the porch to sit by her brother. He simply nodded at her, looking down at the cement floor, which suddenly became very interesting.

“I met Cece Drake this morning.” Spencer revealed. Jason looked up, a confused expression on his face. He hadn’t heard that name in so long, nor thought of it. Spencer could see the gears turning in his head.

“What?” She questioned.

“Was y/n with you?” He asked, looking at her desperately for answers.

“Yeah, why?” It suddenly clicked in his head what was going on with you. You weren’t ignoring him because you were mad at him. You were ignoring him because of something she had said.

You sat on a hard red stool at the bar, thanking Alison internally for getting you a fake id. All you had to do was flash it to the bartender and he came back with exactly what you thought you needed. Alcohol.

You had only drank a little bit, but you were already starting to feel tipsy. You were clearly a light weight, and almost everyone knew it.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?” A masculine voice asked from beside you. You turned your head to see a man sitting next to you, a glass of something that was defintely stronger than what you were drinking.

“I’m wondering the same thing myself.” You heard another voice say from behind you. You didn’t have to think twice about it to know who it was. You spun yourself around in the stool and were met with his warm green eyes. You groaned dramatically, pushing youself off the stool. You forgot that the stool was hightened, and practically fell right into Jason’s arms.

His arms wrapped around you quickly, pulling you back up straight. Well, straight as you could get in that moment, “I’m taking you home.” He said strictly, making you giggle. It wasn’t really funny, but right now everything seemed comical to you. You pushed past him walking out of the bar. You felt the cold night air hit your face. It felt good at first, but then it made you feel sick. You threw up into the bushes right outside the bar, right before warm hands pulled your hair back for you.

“I don’t feel good.” You mumbled, wiping your mouth off.

“Mm, I wonder why.” Jason quipped, rubbing your back as an attempt to soothe you. You groaned, shoving your head into his chest. He put one of his hands in your hair, rubbing your head comfortably.

“You smell good.” You mumbled into his chest, making let out a breathy laugh, “Can we make out now?” You asked, pulling him down by his jacket. He kissed the top of your head.

“Not right now pretty girl.” He said softly. You groaned, the annoyance making you roll your eyes. You pushed away from him, walking through the parking lot, Jason following closely behind you.

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, looking at a group of trees intensly, “Hey, who put those there?” You wondered, observing the trees like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Jason came up behind you, shrugging his jacket off and putting it over your shoulders. He didn’t say anything, knowing that explaining the process of the life cycle of a tree to a drunk person would just end up with and endless amount of stupid questions.

“I think you should take a nap and then google it in the morning.” He said, intertwining his hand with yours as he walked you to the car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. The car ride home was relatively quite, but it wasn’t uncomfortable silence, it was nice.

When you got to the DiLaurentis house, Jason’s hands stayed on your waist as he guided you up the stairs. You plopped down on his bed as he pulled something out of his closet for you to wear. He helped you unzip your little black dress and pulled his hoodie over your head. You yawned as you threw yourself back onto his bed. He sat down next you, pulling the covers over you and placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“She’s pretty.” You mumbled into the cold pillow, grasping it in your hands. Jason sighed, knowing this conversation would end up happening one way or another.

“Whose the girl that I let sleep in my bed everyday and steal every single clothing item I own?” He teased, making you smile into the pillow. You knew he was right.

“But—”

“But nothing. I love you, and only you.” He assured, pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You cuddled into his chest, grasping his shirt in your hands.

“I love you too, Jase.” You yawned.

“I know angel.”

TICK // 8.1 - i guess that's why they call it the blues

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, sexual content, masturbation)

Word Count: 3000

A/N: still trying to work out some bugs on the taglist. thank you to everyone.

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Don't wish it away Don't look at it like it's forever

Between me and you I could honestly say Things can only get better

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New Year's Eve 1983 - junior year

You sat on your bed, wrapped in a white fluffy towel. Your hair was wet and dangling as you ran a brush through it.

Just let me know the time and place to pick you up.

The phone call was meticulously planned to occur when you were home alone, as Robin and your parents went to the store. There was nothing you disliked more than someone listening in on your private conversations. And having parents like Richard and Melissa made things such as privacy a rare luxury.

After hanging up the phone with Eddie, you had swiftly made your way into the shower. Without wanting to fully admit it to yourself, you purposely used your mother's expensive shampoo so that your hair would smell different, fancy. It was New Year's, after all. A special occasion.

Now the only obstacle was escaping your parents' watchful eyes after dinner. It was a tradition for the Buckley family to eat dinner late in the evening on New Year's. But this year, you and Robin had absolutely no intention of being home at midnight.

You wondered vaguely if Eddie's dad cared about him being out all night.

Mr. Munson didn't seem very nice on the phone when you called for Eddie. The older man was mouth breathing and irritable, like you had interrupted an important event. Which turned out to be true once you heard him yelling about Jeopardy being on.

Having unkind parents was something you understood, but still shocked you to overhear the abusive tone Eddie's father held as his only son simply got a phone call.

And then, as you were lost in thought with the brush still in your hair, a peculiar thing happened.

The phone in your room began to ring.

Knowing you were the only one home, you reached for the receiver with haste, a tiny voice in the back of your mind begging for it to be Eddie again.

But after one ring, just as the tip of your finger touched the phone, the ringing stopped. 

You were momentarily frightened as you heard a deep voice mumbling downstairs, then quickly realized that it was your father. You must not have been the only one to ditch the grocery shopping trip.

Then the fear came back, washing over you like a wave. What if it was Eddie calling you back? Your father would have a fucking conniption fit if Eddie Munson was calling his home.

In a panic, you quietly lifted the receiver to see if you could hear the voice of the caller. Normally, you wouldn't dream of listening to someone else's call - but anxiety took over. 

"...Richard, honey, come to the office for just an hour… you know I won't tell anyone…"

The sultry voice of a woman was the last thing you expected to hear. You also didn't expect to recognize the voice as your father's coworker, Kate.

Pressing your palm to your mouth and nose to stay quiet, you were unable to stop yourself from listening further, a sick feeling rising in your stomach.

Your father's voice, usually impatient and gruff, seemed almost unrecognizable as he responded to the woman.

"You know that's a risky idea, Kate. I have dinner with my family tonight."

"So come before dinner. The office is empty for the holiday. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

You almost gagged to yourself. Was this really happening, or did you never wake up from your dream-filled sleep from earlier that morning?

It didn't take much for Richard Buckley to give in. "You drive a hard bargain. I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Just don't call the house again, okay? Unless I call you first."

Not waiting to hear the rest of the unpleasant infidelity, you gently hung up the phone and rushed to put clothes on. 

Your father was off the phone and gathering the keys to his work truck when you appeared at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed. You were satisfied to see the color drain from his face.

"I- okay, now," he sighed angrily. "I thought you went with your mother to the store."

Relishing in having the upper hand in the situation, you kept a poker face and stared at him.

"Ditto."

Your father sighed again, running a hand over his thin combed-over hair. "I have to run to the office for a while before dinner. There was an… unexpected delivery."

"Okay. I'll let mom know."

You waited for him to turn for the front door, letting him think he could make it out unscathed, before adding another comment.

"Tell Kate I said hello."

Freezing with one hand gripped on the doorknob, white-knuckled, Richard Buckley didn't look at his daughter as he chose his words carefully.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

You scoffed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Please don't make me spell it out, Dad. I could hear her on the phone."

"You must be mistaken, then. That was a phone call about a deliv-"

Tossing your hands in the air, you weren't about to be gaslighted. "Oh, come on. I'm not a child. Listen, I'll make you a deal, okay?"

Your father finally looked at you then, face red with anger at your defiance, but not an ounce of shame for being caught. This only fueled your frustration. If your father was going to play dirty, so were you.

"I won't tell Mom about this… if you let me and Robin go out tonight for New Year's. No curfew."

"Fine."

That was easy, you thought, satisfied. But what else could you get out of this?

"One more thing."

He hesitated, but still humored you, gesturing with his hand impatiently for you to continue.

"I don't want to face any consequences for spending time with Eddie Munson. No more threats of private school."

You almost laughed at your father's expression then, the reddest you had ever seen it. He looked as if he could spontaneously combust at any moment. 

But as foolish as your father was, he wasn't a complete imbecile. Having an affair with his also married coworker was something that would ruin his reputation not only with the town, but with his beloved church as well. You were almost tempted to ask him how God felt about adultery.

You didn't get an easy response like your first part of the deal.

"Listen," he spoke slowly. "You need to keep your nose out of this. Forget this ever happened. Your mother and I have private lives that don't involve you."

"I have a private life too! And I'm sick of you dictating who Robin and I can be friends with!" 

Desperate to end the conversation, Richard pointed his finger in your face.

"You are a troubled young woman. Be friends with whoever you want. But dear daughter of mine," spit was flying from his lips, face basically a tomato. "If I so much as see that Munson boy, this deal is over."

You stared him down. It took everything in you to not smack his finger out of your face. You calmed yourself, realizing that this was as good as the situation could possibly get. 

Holding a hand out to shake, you sneered at him. "You drive a hard bargain, Richard."

But he didn't shake your hand. Your father abruptly left the house as he mumbled an almost incoherent "absolute failure" under his breath.

Slumping down on the bottom stair, you trembled with adrenaline, wondering if you were the failure or if your father was actually admitting it about himself.

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While I'm away Dust out the demons inside And it won't be long Before you and me run To the place in our hearts Where we hide

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Eddie found himself in a quandary.

Later that evening, as he got ready to head out for the night, the brown-eyed boy stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a foil wrapper crinkling in his hand.

A condom.

The cliche better safe than sorry was running through his mind. But on the same note, he felt bad for assuming that you would even kiss him again. 

He rubbed his eyes, then looked at his reflection in the mirror. Dark eyes, dark hair, dark clothing. It was kind of a front, though, as his thoughts usually weren't very dark. 

Usually. 

Eddie still had plans with Jeff and Gareth before he was due to pick you up, and he considered asking them for advice about the situation. That would be fruitless, however, as Eddie was quite familiar with the extent of their experiences with women. 

Plus, you would literally have his head if you knew he was talking about you like that to anyone. One of his favorite things about you was the respect you had for yourself, the sureness with which you carried yourself. You were quiet and a little awkward, but still completely confident.

He pondered for a moment, still fiddling with the foil wrapper in his palm. Like a horrible totem representing his own crippled self confidence.

Figuring that you wouldn't even know that he had it unless you actually asked him for one, Eddie tucked it away inside of his wallet for safe keeping.

He could hear his dad stomping around upstairs as he walked back and forth between his armchair and the case of beer in the fridge. As much as Eddie liked his bedroom and bathroom in the basement, he wouldn't miss hearing that annoying stomping as a daily reminder of his dad's alcoholism.

For now, the solitude of the basement was worth it. And it held good memories regardless of the drunk monster that lived above him.

Brushing his teeth, Eddie's thoughts wandered back to the condom in his wallet. He thought about you, about your request to spend New Year's Eve with him. Him, of all people.

At eighteen years old, Eddie was still technically a virgin. Would he ever admit that to anyone? Probably not. Heavy petting make-out sessions and half of a handjob didn't exactly count as occurrences that required such contraception.

And he never really considered himself to be the kind of guy who needed to carry around a condom with him everyday. The town freak. 

He noticed attractive people, like any other teenager in Hawkins. But as of the entire last year, you were the only human being to cross his path that made him want an excuse to use a condom.

Sure, he wasn't exactly a blushing, completely inexperienced teenager. Though it had been less than a month, Eddie was still fucking shocked that you hadn't even kissed anyone before. He almost wondered if you were fucking with him, some kind of sick joke.

Deep down he knew you were telling the truth, though. Maybe he was naive, but Eddie refused to believe that you'd lie to him about something like that. Not to mention that after several years of school with you, he had never seen you dating anyone.

Eddie was curious as to why. You were semi-popular, attractive, funny. But maybe your attitude and general feisty demeanor made it clear that you preferred to be alone.

Pacing in his bathroom, the only sound was his boots dragging across the linoleum tile, the clinking of the chains on his belt. 

It didn't take long for his attention to crawl towards something more deviant. He didn't think he could ever forget the feeling of your skin as he tattooed you. The cold press of your lips on his as snow fell around them.

Jesus Christ, he needed to get rid of the tension in his body before he was physically near you.

Grabbing the lotion off the bathroom counter, he hastily unbuckled his jeans.

Already hard, he imagined groping you in the shadows, wishing it was your soft hands along his length. He wondered how sensitive you were - would you whimper if he dragged his nails gently over the most private area of your blue jeans? Would you take his hand and place it inside your panties?

He dropped himself back onto his bed, spare guitar picks falling to the floor. Flashing images of you kissing his neck, fingers pulling his hair.

It didn’t take long for him to make a mess all over his belly, letting out a sigh at the ceiling tiles where he swore he could see your name hidden in the cobweb patterns.

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I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you

Oh, laughing like children Living like lovers Rolling like thunder Under the covers

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"You're late, Munson."

He smiled at you. "You know, I think that might be something you'll have to get used to. I'm incapable of being on time."

It was just after eleven at night, only an hour before the New Year, as you scrambled into the passenger seat of his warm van. Rubbing your hands together in front of the vents, you turned your excited eyes to him as he drove away from your house. 

He was dressed in his usual dark attire. From the glow of the streetlights, you could see his devilish grin as he lifted a cigarette to his mouth.

You were just about to tell him how gross the cigarette was when you heard the song playing on the radio.

"Oh! Turn it up, will you?"

Lifting an eyebrow at you, Eddie twisted the volume dial. "Journey? Are you serious?"

"'Separate Ways' is my all-time favorite song," you stated matter-of-factly, tapping your fingers on the window sill. "So, where are we going?"

"I'd tell you it's a surprise, but it's not really all that surprising. We're going to Lovers' Lake."

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. 

"That's very original of you, Eddie. Isn't it all frozen over this time of year?"

He flicked the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray. "Yes, sunshine. A huge, frigid heart-shaped body of water. Just like my own heart."

You smirked to yourself. "Yet another perfect place for you to finally murder me."

"Not quite yet! I have a warm van, a six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon, and some blankets in the back."

"You literally just described the exact van that murderers drive around in."

Eddie laughed at your morbid sense of humor. "Does it help at all that we'll have the best view on the lake? My friend isn't at his cabin tonight, but he said it's cool to pull my van up to the shore by his boathouse."

Pretending to think hard for a moment, you shrugged and smiled. Then, you shocked Eddie by nonchalantly placing your palm on his leg, like it was something you did everyday. 

"I guess that makes up for all these homicidal red flags."

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Stare into space Picture my face in your hands

Live for each second Without hesitation And never forget I'm your man

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"So, how do your parents feel about you being out so late?"

Eddie helped you wrap yourself into a blanket cocoon and then handed you a beer. He watched as you took a drink of it, shivering slightly, before responding to him.

You were curled up close to each other in the back of his van, legs dangling out of the open rear doors. Eddie made sure to blast the heat in the front so you wouldn't get too cold, but he could still see your breath in the brisk winter air around them.

"Oh, the usual. I'm a sinner. A disappointment. An absolute heathen, disgracing the Buckley name."

He stared at you, his can of beer paused halfway to his mouth. "Did they really say that?"

You snorted. "No, but my father might as well have. My mom's just an idiot who goes along with him."

"Do they know you're with me?"

"Yes," you replied simply.

When Eddie stayed quiet on the matter, you asked some of the lingering questions in your mind.

"How does your dad feel? He didn't sound very happy when I called earlier."

Taking a long sip of the cold beverage in his gloved hand, Eddie seemed to wince at your query. He glanced out at the frozen, dark abyss of Lovers' Lake and then peered over at you.

"I doubt he even noticed that I left the house."

You fidgeted in the blanket and awkwardly adjusted the fluffy hat on your head. "I'm sorry, Munson."

"Don't sweat it. He's just an asshole. I think I'm going to move in with my uncle this summer, though. After graduation."

You were surprised to hear this. "Really? Does your uncle live far away?"

Eddie didn't miss the slight panic in your words, his heart instantly swelling as he realized that you worried he was moving away from Hawkins. Still, he wasn't going to pass up the chance to tease you about it.

"Well, well, well. Are you going to miss me? Is Miss Buckley breaking away from her infamous emotionless exterior? Do I see the hint of an actual soul in there?" 

He burst out in laughter as you punched him playfully on the shoulder. 

"C'mon, Eddie. If you weren't around, who else would tolerate me?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll tolerate you all the way from Forest Hills Trailer Park, sunshine."

Your shoulders dropped a little in relief. "Oh. That's not far at all."

"Nope."

The conversation went quiet for a while, a comfortable silence forming between the two teenagers. You rested your head on Eddie's shoulder, feeling his hair tickle the side of your cheek.

It didn't go unnoticed by either of you that, without directly saying it, you both wanted to spend the upcoming summer together.

Eddie continued to sneak glances of his watch. Midnight was slowly approaching.

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Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you More than I love life itself

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(song lyrics credit: "I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues" by Elton John)

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Of Fire and Ice - Chapter 11

Melissa Schemmenti X reader X Larissa Weemes   

Summary: self doubt clouds your judgment and you can’t stand it.

Words: 1097

Notes: I’m so sorry for disappearing thank you to the people who are still interested in this… ❤️

Warnings: angst….

What are you doing… you are being an idiot. You look around at the dark gymnasium, empty except for you wrapped in the sheet from the bed that you grabbed in your haste to get out of there. The voices of self doubt finally too loud you had to escape.

You don’t know how you ended up here. One minute you are buried between Larissa’s legs the next you are having a panic attack.

“Trouble in paradise?” You whip your head around clenching the sheet tighter around yourself. “I-I….” “You know the last time I found you here like this you had just stole Larissa away from us.” You watch as Morticia shoos Gomez away a silent conversation had between the 2.

“I didn’t steal her away she broke up

With y’all and came to me” she comes and sits next to you on the bleachers. “Why are you here (y/n)?” “You wouldn’t understand Tish.” “Oh yeah? Try me because it looks to me as though you are running away from your feelings and being an idiot.” She pulls at your sheet. “They are worried for you…”

Your head snaps up as you look at her. “How would you know that?” “We have the room next to yours” she grimaced “gotta be honest we always thought you were the dominant.” You make a face. “Sorry didn’t realize we were that loud.” She shrugs “so why are you being an idiot?”

You look at her your high school rival now realizing she was probably your best friend in school. The one who talked you off ledges of chaos and self destruction. “Tish…. They aren’t actually my girlfriends… Me and Larissa broke up 6 years ago and Melissa and I are coworkers at a school in Philadelphia… I don’t know what the hell I’m doing! Or how to deal with the fact that I’m in love with the both of them!” She nods as you stand adjusting the sheet around you. Now pacing back and forth in front of her ranting. “Gods Tish what if they don’t like me?! I’m not good enough they deserve better than me! They deserve each other, both stunningly beautiful, incredibly smart you know?” You look up making sure she is listening she just nods along.

You aren’t good enough! You did the right thing in running this way the only life you are ruining is your own. You can start over you can do it you did it before it’s not that hard. Who are you fooling of course it’s hard. Your feeling are to consuming fully convinced that you will die if you run again. But it will be better for them they deserve better. Your mind is eating away at your own sanity making you act foolish and you are self aware but to far him to do anything about it.

“You know it would probably settle your mind if you just spoke to them.” You snap your head up giving her a look. “Right,right that’s too simple for you and you want to feel bad for yourself don’t you?” “What?” You give her a look like she just slapped you. “You are being a selfish stupid idiot!” “What am I supposed to d-“ she stands to her full height now scolding you. “Do have any idea how much those 2 women care about you? The moment you just poofed away they started panicking! We heard them we heard the commotion.”

They panicked when you left… why they don’t love you! They don’t want you Morticia is lying she has to be. “That’s why I knew where you would be because you always come here when you are being and idiot! So get out of your head and wake up! Because you’re right about one thing they do deserve better. They deserve to be treated way better than you are right now!”

Now that hurts you never wanted to hurt them. You didn’t. They don’t care about you, you are better off alone.

“Don’t you think I know that!! I love them so badly it hurts! They run through my dreams! And plague my thoughts. Every piece of art I see, every symphony I hear.” You are crying so full of emotions that you can’t stop them. “When I cook I feel Melissa when I play Fleetwood Mac I hear Larissa sing! I burn for them, I would climb every mountain, crawl through hell, catch a falling star if they just asked! I want to spend the rest of my life making sure they never want for anything! I want to take care of them. I want to love them and give them everything they deserve! Gods do I love them!”

“We love you too.” “Even when you are acting foolish.” You freeze staring at Morticia not daring to move. “I think it’s time I take my leave. I think you 3 have a lot to talk about. Come Gomez.” She stands walking out with her husband as your girls move to take her place in front of you.

“Care to tell us why all of this happened?” You look up at them standing in front of you in comfortable clothes eyes red and holding each other. You fucked up. “(Y/n) did we do something? Help us understand what happened.” You can see that you hurt them you did this caused this problem the last full day and you ran. To consumed in your own issues you didn’t even realize.

“I-I’m so sorry”. You take a step forward and at meet with a hand making you stop in your tracks you heart drops and the feeling of dread. “Why… why did you run…” Melissa oh god the look on her face and Larissa just looks angry. “We thought it was all going so good…” “and it was! I don’t want either of you to think for a moment that this was y’all’s fault. It was me all me, I was in my own head and.. oh Gods I’m so sorry. I never wanted to make the both of you feel like this.”

Larissa turns to Melissa and the whisper to each other before turning to look at you. “Come on… it’s cold in here and you don’t have near enough cloths on… and we need to talk”. Larissa finally looking you over. You let them lead you back to the room looking down self doubt and shame filling your body. You hurt your girls and you don’t know what is wrong with you but you hope to fix this…

@enchantressb @gwendolinechristieiscute @mrs-prentiss

melissa hasting x male reader and Spencer Hastings x male reader.

Melissa and y/n have been together for a while (2-3 years), Spencer being in love with y/n, and they start to have little glances, kisses, hugs, touching until one night reader sees Spencer in her bikini.

‘I cant be with melissa anymore I want you’

‘I want you too’

poolsex and s following pregnancy.

Veronica Hasting standing beside him ‘she Can never know about our hookup’

flashback to reader pounding her in the bathroom of a bar or in her Office when he was her intern.

‘agreed’

That's crazy 😳

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Shopping Carts - Pretty Little Liars

Melissa Hastings x Reader

Male Reader

Melissa was getting annoyed. She had a feeling that Spencer liked you, she saw the way she looked at you and she was not going to lose you, you were the only one that she never wanted to leave her life. So she decided to confront her little sister.

Spencer sighed before looking at Melissa, "I promise I won't hit on Y/N okay?". Melissa laughed before leaning closer to her, "really? Because we both know you like shopping in other people's shopping carts". She quickly turned away, walking out the door to go meet you, leaving Spencer sat there in shock at the words that came out of her sisters mouth.

Summary: Stiles plays in a Lacrosse game for the first time and you’re just so proud of him

Stiles Stilinski x reader

w/c 623

season two, episode eleven

“Y-You want me to play?” he questioned, eyes wide as he stared at Coach. You grinned widely, feeling the way Stiles hand tightened around yours during his excitement. This would be his first time actually playing during a game and it was evident all over his face that he was ready.

Coach didn’t say much else other than something about your boyfriend needing to get his ass on the field. You simply laughed, nudging him to go on ahead, letting him know you’d be sitting with his dad and watching the whole time.

However he stopped in front of you, looking at you with that same dumb smile he always had when he looked at you. But this time you didn’t understand what he was waiting for.

“What are you doing?” you questioned. “Get out there.” He grinned, pulling you in by the waist so he could give you one last kiss before heading out onto the field.

Your heart was practically bursting with pride as you skipped up to the bleachers to take a seat next to the Sheriff. It took a little convincing the man that Stiles actually was on the field and he wasn’t just dreaming, but then he got adorably excited, replicating your mood exactly.

It didn’t take as long as you expected for things to start going right after they went wrong so fast. He’s really managed to redeem himself and to say you were happy would’ve been an understatement. You were right there with Noah and Melissa cheering him on for the great work he was doing.

Upon scoring that first goal it felt like every moment stopped for him, the brunette doing nothing but searching for you in the crowd, very clearly seeing the way you cheered for him. All he needed was to see that gleam in your eye and he was ready and feeling as though he could easily score ten more.

»»——⍟——««

The game was over before you knew it, finding yourself rushing down to the field and your boyfriend rushing over to you, meeting you halfway.

You collided with his chest rather roughly, but the two of you brushed it off to savour your embrace instead.

“Fuck, I’m so proud of you,” you whispered, helping him tug up the helmet in a haste so you could get to kissing him quicker. Neither of you felt like you could wait any longer, he was just so ecstatic to have played so well and you wanted to bask in that joy with him.

“I actually played,” he stated through a slight daze. You nodded happily, pressing your lips to his finally. The boy wrapped his hands around your waist, tugging you even closer, swallowing the giggle you let out at the intimacy of the moment; he loved your laugh.

The kiss felt like a fairytale, at least until it was interrupted.

You heard his dad awkwardly clear his throat, wanting to also congratulate his son on whatever his performance on the field. Stiles reluctantly pulled away, flashing his parent a warm but slightly nervous smile.

“You did good,” he praised, patting his shoulder. You smiled at the look on your boyfriend’s face, snaking your arms around his waist and resting your head on his padded chest. He mindlessly nuzzled his nose against the top of your head, lips landing on top of your hair. “Why don’t we go out and get something to eat? We can celebrate.”

Stiles nodded, grinning at his dad and then you.

He tugged at his jersey. “I’ll just go shower first. I smell terrible.”

He felt you nod against his chest, pulling back to feign offense while you simply scrunched your nose, complaining about his scent.

“Go shower, stinky.”

(Baby) Bump in the Road

omg I’m back. But not with what you were expecting. It’s a Teen Wolf one-shot!

Yes yes yes, I got back into Teen Wolf recently, and had this idea rolling around in my head for awhile. It’s also been sitting in my docs for like a month so that’s fun. 

Then today I got my writing juice flowing and finally finished this fucking fic! Finally! It’s not the best writing I’ve ever done, but I’m proud of it. And ready to be done with it lol. 

As always, like, comment, send me an ask or a request, I guess just let me know what you think! This is my first ever Teen Wolf Imagine, so be nice please. Actually, you know what, tear me to shreds if you want, Idc. 

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Part: 1/1

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Word Count: 4,494 (is a long one)

Summary: Scott McCall did not plan on being a father this young, so he could do the only thing he could think to, he ran. 

Warnings: Heavy Angst, slight violence, mentions of blood, unplanned pregnancy. There’s fluff if you squint.

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A/N: I already kinda did one up above, so I won’t again, but it’s sad. I’m sorry lol. 

Scott third person POV-

How was he supposed to react?

You were teens,

Children really.

You barely knew how to take care of yourselves, let alone another person.

And Scott was scared. Rightfully so in his mind.

You were pregnant, and he was a werewolf, not to mention only 18 years old.

How would that even work? Would his child grow with fangs instead of teeth and claws instead of fingernails?

Would they kill you from the inside out? Or would they be human since Scott was bitten not born? All these questions flooded his mind the minute you said the word pregnant. And he had fled.

He knew it was a mistake, that he should stay with you and make sure you were alright. Especially considering you were the one who would have to carry this werewolf-human baby. If you even decided to keep it. He hadn’t stayed long enough to find out.

He only stayed long enough to break your heart.

You POV-

Realistically you knew that Scott would react like that, but some small part of you had believed that he would be happy about it. That he’d be somewhat excited at the prospect of being a father and raising a child together. But that part was wrong. And you were devastated.

Normally you weren’t a crier, that just wasn’t your thing (unless they were movies, then you’d ball like a child). But as soon as he had climbed on his motorcycle and sped away, you hadn’t stopped crying. You hated it. You hated feeling weak. You hated feeling vulnerable. And that’s what crying made you feel.

Plus, his departure made you question even more what you were going to do about the baby. You just didn’t know if you could do it alone. Realistically you knew you’d have support. If not from Noah and your surrogate father Chris, then at the very least Melissa. But knowing it was Scott’s, and that he didn’t want to be a part of its or your lives, you knew you wouldn’t be the parent your child deserved.

Did he ever actually love you the way he said he did? You had been told before how much you were like Allison, maybe you were just so similar that he was with you to try and be as close to her as possible. While it wasn’t likely, you were questioning everything about your relationship with the werewolf. How did you mean anything to him if it was so easy for him to leave you behind?

So you cried out all of the pain you felt. The pain of being pregnant so young, and the pain of not knowing what to do. Most of all the pain of Scott leaving you.

Eventually, you stopped crying, only after you had passed out from exhaustion. Chris had heard you sobbing all night, but he didn’t know what to do. He didn't even know what was wrong. So he entered your room, expecting to see you either covered in blood or watching some sad movie. But instead he saw your room was in tatters, which wasn’t all that unusual, but it was so much more than just clutter. Things had been tossed around, thrown on the floor or shattered on the wall. You were in the center of it all, with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes. He saw you breathing softly out of your mouth, probably because you couldn’t breathe through the congestion in your nose. Your hand was gripping both your pillow and the shirt you wore, which Chris knew for a fact was Scott’s. Your father figure was stunned, it was one of the few times he’d seen you cry, all the other times involved death of some kind. While he didn’t know what was wrong, the one thought that crossed Chris Argent's mind when he sat down to move the hair from out of your mouth, was that he was going to kill Scott McCall.

Scott POV-

He knew it was time to come back. He had his time to think, and he could only imagine the shit storm that was awaiting him when he saw you again. He still didn’t quite know what to do, but he what he did know was that he’d stick by you no matter what you decided. The more he thought, the more he realized he wanted to do this with you. Whatever it was, even if it meant he had to be a father a little sooner than he had intended. Scott wanted to have you in his life forever,  and he wasn’t about to let this (baby) bump in the road keep that from happening.

So he drove back to the Argent apartment, with his figurative wolf tail between his legs. When he pulled up, he was immediately met with a very mad Chris Argent.

“What the hell did you do to her wolf boy?” He asked, his tone cold and sharp. Scott knew he had really fucked up this time.

“I didn’t... “ Scott paused. “I ran away when I should have stayed. I got scared so I left, at the worst possible time” He knew what he did was wrong, and that he had a lot of making up to do, if only Chris would let him through the door.

“Yeah well you messed her up bad McCall. You know I wanted to trust you this time, and I did, for a while. But once again I have a daughter crying her eyes out in her room. And it’s all because of you” Scott was left speechless, saddened by the realization he had made you cry. Something that was not only hard to accomplish, but something he had promised to never do.

“Please sir, I know I fu…” Argent raised his eyebrow. “Messed up, but I really need to talk to her. It’s really important. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” Scott pleaded.

“Why should I let you?” Chris asked, arms folded.

“Because I love her, and I need to make this right.”

You POV

You had been awake for a while now, the tears had finally stopped, but the ache hadn’t left you. Neither had the confusion. What in the world were you going to do? You already knew you loved baby more than you had ever loved anything, so abortion wasn’t an option, but that left you with two other choices.

You could carry the child then raise them yourself.

Or you could put them up for adoption.

Both options made your heart ache in your chest. You were barely an adult, realistically you couldn’t give your child the life it deserved, but even the thought of having to give away your baby made your head spin and chest spasm. It was your baby, and Scott’s, even if he didn’t want them.

In the end you had come to a decision. It wasn’t an easy one, but in your heart you knew that you were strong enough to do it, and that it was the right one for you and your baby.

Your head snapped to the door when you heard a light knock, quickly, you wiped away the remaining tear tracks on your face and straightened up your hair. As for the room, you would just have to say that you were looking for something and knocked your table over.

“Come in,” you called out, immediately clearing your voice to get rid the evidence of what had been happening just hours before.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing a hesitant and obviously guilty Scott McCall, and you froze in your bed. Out of all the people you thought would come through, Scott wasn’t in the top ten.

“(Y/N)? Can… can we talk?”

You continued to stare at him, the man that you loved, the father of your unborn child, and right now the very last person you wanted to see.

“You had your chance to talk, and you left.” You replied, and Scott’s heart broke when he felt no emotion through your words, It was like you weren’t even there, like you were somewhere far far away.

“You left when I needed you most. But I don’t need you now. So I would suggest you get the fuck out of my house before I call Chris and he makes you.” With that you stand and start to walk over to him, intent of pushing him out of the room before your tears had a chance to begin again. But in your haste for him to leave you failed to remember the shards of glass littering your bedroom floor, and stepped directly onto one of them.

Immediately pain shot through you, causing you to quickly lift your foot up, and cry out in pain. You must have been more fatigued than you thought, because you immediately fell to the ground, more glass making its way into your arms and hand as you tried to catch yourself.

“(Y/N)!” Scott yelled as he dove for you, and quickly picked you up from the now red floor.

“Well shit that fucking stings,” You whispered as blood started to trickle down your fingertips.

“Are you okay? Oh god hold on, where’s your first aid kit?” He asked frantically, running into your adjacent bathroom to dig through your cupboards.

“It doesn’t matter because you’re leaving. I can take care of this on my own,” You reply hotly, once again attempting to stand only to fall back to your bed when pain flooded through the sole of your foot.

“Like hell I am, I know you’re mad at me right now but I’m still your boyfriend, and need to make sure you’re okay,” He said as he finally came out, producing your first aid kit and tending to your wounds. You watched him in silence as he worked, mulling over his words in your head even after he had finished and came to rest on the bed next to you. One thing kept sticking out though, and it couldn’t be left unsaid.

“Scott, I’m not angry,” You paused, turning towards him so you were looking in his eyes, “Well okay, I am somewhat angry, but more than anything I’m hurt.” This time you had to look away, your lip already trembling.  You were never one for sharing your emotions, verbally at least, and this was huge for you to admit.

“I was so scared Scott, I still am, and when I needed you most, you ran away,” tears once again burned behind your eyelids, but you refused to let them fall as you continued. “I have never felt more alone than I did in that moment. You have no idea how scared I was, I’m only 18. I’m supposed to have my entire life ahead of me, and yet here I am, pregnant, with no fucking clue what to do. So I go to the ONE person who can help me, the ONE person who helped get me into this mess, and he leaves me behind without so much as a word. I know this is happening to you too, that you’re only 18 too, but this is something we needed to figure out together! I thought you fucking loved me Scott, but this just proved that I was a placeholder for a while. Maybe a replacement for my dead best friend. I don’t know and frankly I just don’t care anymore, I just need to do what you do best and run away. ” You were out of breath by the time you finished, and you just didn’t have it in you to keep yourself from crying. Full on crocodile tears slid down your cheeks, but you didn’t stop them, all you could do was curl in on yourself, away from the boy who had hurt you so badly, who had yet to even say anything.

Scott felt like he couldn’t breathe, he hadn’t thought that his absence would have caused you so much pain, and he felt like an utter jackass that he had. So he sat there in silence, watching as the fierce girl he knew and loved broke down in front of his eyes, all because he couldn’t face the consequences of their actions. The thought alone of you thinking he couldn’t possibly be in love with you, that you were just a replacement for Allison, made his own vision blurry. You were his entire world.

“Just leave Scott, please” you whispered, sobbing as quietly as you could. Your words snapped him out his trance, and he knew, right then, that he wasn’t going to leave your side, so he did the only thing he could think to do. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap, tucking you in as tightly as he could without hurting you. At first you had tried to weakly fight him but he didn’t let go, instead he held on tighter, putting his lips against your head as his own tears started to fall.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). I was just scared too, I didn’t know what to think or how to feel, and you were looking at me so intently that I just freaked. What if you don’t survive this (Y/N)? I’m a werewolf. This baby could kill you and It would be all my fault, and I just don’t know if I can live without you. And you were never, ever, a replacement for Allison, or a rebound or anything like that. I love you more than anything in the world.” he said as he rocked you in his arms.

There wasn’t anything more to be said. You were only kids after all.  Two kids who had gone through more than anyone should at their age, who had yet another crisis to work through.

Chris Argent had heard the whole thing from behind the door of his surrogate daughters room, he knew he shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but he had to make sure the McCall boy wasn’t going to hurt the girl again. He had nearly bust through the door himself when he had heard her fall, and once again when he found out the predicament they were in, but he didn’t. He had stayed behind the door, trying his damn hardest to process just what his daughter had said (and trying to resist the urge to drop kick Scott to the nearest landfill). Chris was upset of course, upset that they were so reckless, upset that Scott had reacted the way he did, upset that (Y/N) hadn’t come to him for help, but most of all he was upset over the fact that he could do absolutely nothing to help ease the two kids he held so dear to his heart’s, pain.

He also couldn’t imagine what (Y/N) was feeling at the moment, most women were happy to find out they were carrying a child with their significant other, but those same women usually planned it, and more often than not the first people they would call was their family. Not that Chris wasn’t (Y/N)’s family, because he was, but he wasn’t her birth parents. They had died three years prior, a freak accident that wasn’t supernaturally related. Then Allison became (Y/N)’s rock, she became her sister, and she was gone a year later. This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of her life, and the people who mattered most to the girl weren’t there.

Chris slowly backed away from the door, content upon hearing Scott say exactly the thing his girl needed to hear, and walked out of the house. He needed to talk to someone, someone who would know what to do in this shitty situation. So he traveled to the cemetery, sat against his wife’s headstone, and asked for help.

Back in the apartment (Y/N) and Scott had laid down, the emotions causing an exhaustion so intense they couldn’t stay upright. They hadn’t left eachothers arms though. (Y/N) was draped over Scott’s chest, legs intertwined and head tucked safely under his chin. Scott was holding on to his girl for dear life, both arms wrapped firmly around her waist and his nose buried in her hair.

“What are we gonna do Scott,” (Y/N) finally whispered, her voice hoarse from the hours of crying she had done that day.

“I don’t know baby, I don’t know.” he replied, pulling her closer, so she was nearly laying completely on top of him.

“Before, I came to a decision, back when I didn’t know whether or not you were in this with me, and as hard as it will be, I still think it’s the right one for us,”

“I’m with you (Y/N), no matter what the decision is. I’m not leaving you again,” and she believed him.

8 ½ Months Later

You were sure you were about to pop. One more inch and you were going to rip at the seams, spilling everything out onto the ground. However, the doctors assured you that you were a perfectly fine weight, and that you may even gain a few more centimeters before the baby was due. This was not a good thing to hear, you were already uncomfortable as you were, back pain and cramps and not to mention the fact that your nipples had begun leaking (that was a fun trip to the store with Chris.) This pregnancy had been tough, not just on you, but everyone around you. Right after finding out about the baby, Gerard had showed his ugly mug once again, and nearly killed everyone you held dear. While in the end, the evil bastard was gone, there was still a threat. But it was minor enough that you only needed one protective detail compared to the three you had when Gerard was around.

Scott stayed true to his word and had been with you through it all, through all the nausea and cravings, and gave you every single massage you asked for, no matter the time or place. Unless he was fighting for the safety of his family and pack of course. You and him were as strong as ever, and continued to strengthen as time progressed.

At this point, you only had about a week left, and as much as you feared the day your lady bits were shredded to pieces, you were ready for your little boy or girl to arrive. Both you and Scott decided you wanted to wait to find out the gender of the baby, wanting to instead see your baby before settling on a name. Also, after going out and frantically asking Derek if you would be killed in childbirth due to its werewolf heritage, you found out that only born werewolves could produce werewolf babies, and since Scott was bitten, you were safe.

Everything was falling into place for your family, and everyone was gearing up to meet the new baby.  Until it all went to shit.

Unbeknownst to you, Monroe had been planning an attack on you, her reason? After Gerards death, she wanted to make the McCall pack hurt. What better way than to target (Y/N), Scott’s greatest weakness.

She had sent a lackey to kill you in your sleep, while everyone was across town fighting a “threat” she had staged. But what she hadn’t accounted for was the fact that you were pregnant, nor that you could fight back, even when nine months pregnant, and while they hadn’t been able to injure the baby or you, the stress still caused you to go into labor and now the entire world seemed to be off its axis. Scott had rushed back to the apartment, stopping to make sure you were okay before grabbing you and the hospital bag you had prepared.

“Scott,” you gasped as a contraction hit you, right when you were stopped at a red light. He instinctively grabbed your hand, letting you squeeze him as hard you needed (thank god for tough werewolf skin), before slamming on the gas as soon as it turned green.

“We’re almost there baby, just hold on for two more minutes,” he urged encouragingly, bring your trembling hand to his mouth to kiss you.

“The nursery is finished right? You guys got it all set up?” you asked, trying to take your mind off of the fact it felt like you were being stabbed right in the vagina.

“Yes it is, we got it done two days ago. He’s all set to move right in.”

“He?” You asked out of breath and with a smile, “You think it’s gonna be a he?”

“Yeah, It’s just a feeling,” he shrugged, releasing your hand briefly to rub a hand on your enormous fucking stomach. You covered the hand on your body and smiled up at him.

“I think so too baby,” suddenly you felt your heart drop, and it wasn’t because of the pain.

“Do you think we are making the right choice Scott?”

“I know we are (Y/N),”

What happened after the arrival at the hospital was a blur, there were so many lights, sounds, and pains, you didn’t know where to focus. The only thing you relied on was Scott. His freakishly large hand never strayed too far from yours, and his voice was near constant in your ear. Telling you how much he loved you and how proud he was of you.

39 Hours later a baby boy was born, and you swore you had never been happier in your life.

71 Hours later after that, it was time to say goodbye.

You and Scott had made the decision to give your little one up for adoption. It was the hardest choice you had ever had to make, but in the end you knew that in your current stage of life, it was just too dangerous to raise them. Not only was Monroe a bigger threat than you anticipated, Scott was a true Alpha, something rare and valuable, so your baby would have only been a target. With heavy hearts you had searched for a family that you could trust, one that had no affiliations with the supernatural. It was a tougher search than you had planned, but you eventually had found a loving pair of husbands. They were warm and kind and caring, and best of all they were human, ad lived far away from Beacon Hills. They had offered to keep you and Scott in the babies life as much as possible, but you had declined. It was just too dangerous.

You had asked to not share your identities if the baby asked, and asked for them to just say that you weren’t able to take care of them, but still loved him with all your hearts.  It was horrific to think about, and you were surprised they had agreed, but they were so desperate for a family that they did. In return they would send you a picture of him every year on his birthday, so that you would know that your baby was okay. 

In the meantime you had soaked up as much time with your child as you could while he was still within you. You had went baby clothes shopping with James, and Scott and Chris helped build the nursery within their home with Steve.

You were happy with who you had chosen to raise your baby. Even if it hurt terribly because it wasn’t you and Scott. 

 All of your family had already come to say their farewells, and every single one had  left crying heavily. Even the old sour wolf.  This baby had a huge family that loved him dearly, and while he wouldn’t know them, they would always protect him. 

Unfortunately, you were in the final hour with him, James and Steve had left to get their car ready for departure, and to let you and Scott say your goodbyes.

You were cradling him to your chest, tears steadily streaming down your face, Scott was in the bed behind you, holding both you and your baby as his own tears fell. You had expected this to be hard, painful even. But it was so much worse.

It felt like your heart was being ripped from you, and it may as well have been. This baby was grown inside of you, you had been there for every hiccup, kick, burp, fart, everything. And now you were saying goodbye forever. You knew this was the right thing to do, but it hurt more than words could even hope to explain.

You honestly didn’t know if you would survive letting him go.

“We love you Christopher,” you whispered against his head, breathing in the newborn smell you would miss dearly. The Roger’s had let you name your son, claiming that the middle name was enough for them, and that you would at least have the knowledge that his name meant something to you. It hadn’t been a hard decision, Chris Argent was your father and closest confidante, he had also been with you every day of your pregnancy, after all you lived under his roof, but he would have been either way. He had started crying when you told him the name, kissing you and the forehead and giving Scott the longest hug you think he’d ever had.

“You are already loved so deeply, by so many people,” Scott choked out, reaching down to stroke the infants soft cheek.

“Grandpa Chris, Grandma Melissa, Aunt Lydia, Uncle Stiles, Aunt Malia, Uncle Derek, “ He continued.

“Aunt Allison,” you added. Scott hummed and kissed your head. 

“And Mommy and Daddy too. We love you more than you will ever know, and we’re so sorry we can’t be there for you, but we wish you the longest and happiest life. Just know that we will love you no matter what. You’re our Christopher.” It was getting harder to breathe by the minute. How would you do it?

Twenty heartbreaking moments later and it was time. You were sobbing, unable to contain it as you kissed him one last time before Scott handed Christopher over to Steve.

Both James and him smiled down at him, and the pain lessened slightly in the knowledge that he was going to a family that he deserved.

“Thank you Scott and (Y/N), you have no clue how much this means to us, and we will love Christopher for as long as we live,” You gave them a watery smile as they exited the room, taking your heart with them.

“Oh god Scott, what do we do?” you cried into his shirt, clinging tightly to him as he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. Scott gripped you back, burying his face in your hair to steady himself.  

“We take care of each other (Y/N), and we keep the world safe for our son.”

Y/n: Well, atoms never touch each other. Since we are made of atoms, we have never touched anything our whole lives.

Veronica: ......

Y/n: So, to answer your question, no, I didn't punch Melissa in the face.

𝖢𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖮𝗇 𝖬𝖾 ~ 𝖬𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖧𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Warnings: Slight Internalized Homophobia

Pairings: Melissa Hastings x Fem!Fields!Reader

Summary: [Name] Fields, the older sister of Emily comes back to rosewood with nobody knowing. She is Melissa’s bestfriend but they both want something more than friendship.

Word Count: 1,145

Passing the rosewood sign, your grip on the steering wheel tightened. The secrets, the lies that you had to keep away all came back to you. You left rosewood after you graduated high school to become a doctor, after your dad died you want to remember him in some way.

He was a solider in the army helping people and you were a doctor helping people. You and your sister emily were like two peas in a pod, you helped her come out of the closet to your parents. Of course you missed your family but you especially missed your crush/bestfriend, melissa hastings. She was the older sister of spencer hastings.

You always had a crush on her but you were too scared to ever admit it to her. She was straight and she was engaged more than once, so you never tried. Here you were in front of your childhood home, nothing changed about it.

Parking your car near your house, feeling like nostalgia as you remembered dropping emily off to school. You walked to the front door, not before looking at the flag on the window and tapping on it slightly in remembrance of your late father.

Knocking the door it opens to reveal your mom. “[name]! oh my god.” Your mom exclaimed before pulling you into a welcome hug, you wrapped your arms around your mom feeling at home already.

“What are you doing here?” she asked guiding you inside the house with your suitcase.

Hearing footsteps recede down the stairs, you make eye-contact with emily. Emily was shocked before she rushed down the stairs and pulled you into a tight hug. “I missed you em.” You admitted to your baby sister.

“How long will you be staying?” Your mom asked, still can't believe that her baby girl was here.

“Probably for two weeks.” You informed your mom, nodding your head reassuringly.

A phone chimes and emily pulls her phone out of a back pocket, looking quite scared as your eyebrows furrowed in worry. “[name]. mom. I have to go to Spencer’s.”

You titled your head to the side and your mom questions Emily, “Do you have to go right now? Your sister just got back.”

“Yes mom. I have to go.”’Emily demanded as she grabbed her car keys. You never seen Emily so eager to leave the house so you knew that something was wrong so you kissed your mom on the cheek.

“Great idea. I'm going with you.” You spoke up as you began to stand up but emily was quick to argue, ignoring the younger fields, you grabbed her keys out of her hand and headed outside.

“We'll be back before lunch mom.” Emily shouted to your mom before following behind.

Emily took back her keys, “I'm driving.” She stated as she got in the driver's seat so you got in the passenger's seat. Once you were on the road, you'd tried to make small talk not wanting to keep a awkward atmosphere until you reached your destination.

“I wonder how spencer is doing.” Emily scoffs at your statement before she replies, “Or do you wonder how melissa is doing.” Emily asked, knowing that you had a huge crush on the hastings girl. A small smile is placed on your lips remembering your bestfriend melissa.

“Do you have a girlfriend as yet?” You asked emily trying to change the subject from melissa.

“Oh don't try to change the subject now.” Emily nods her head as she said, “Why didn't you just ask her out? I'm sure that she would have said yes.”

You let out a sigh looking at your sister. “Have you seen melissa? She's totally straight.” You tried to reason with emily as she quickly glances at you.

You looked out the car window, “Do you think that she wants to see me? After all these years. God, I didn't even call her when her fiancé died.” Emily tensed at those last three words but luckily, you didn't notice it.

“Don't beat yourself up [name]. Things will get better.” Emily tried reassuring but you remained silent for the rest of the car ride. The car comes to a halt, emily cuts off the car ignition and gets out of the car with you doing the same.

Emily knocks on the door and few seconds later, the door opens revealing spencer and the rest of allison's posse. The other three girls were shocked to you but they invited you in nonetheless, after you did your welcome greetings to the other girls you pulled spencer aside.

“Hey spence. Is melissa here?” Spencer smirked at your question, knowing that her older sister had a crush on you as well.

“Yeah, she's in the barn.” The brunette replies and you thanked her, heading out to the back.

With every step that you take, your heart beat become more faster than ever. Gathering your courage, you let out a heavy sigh before opening the door to the barn. Than that's when you heard her voice, “Spence, is that you?” She walks in expecting her younger sister but got her best friend.

She looks astonished seeing you in her presence. It wasn't long before melissa pulled you into a hug, it took you by surprise but you eventually warmed up to it and hugged back. It was a pregnant silence as you two were still in the hug.

You were the one to pull away from the warm and welcoming hug. “How? When?” Melissa stammered on and you smile, lovingly at her.

“I just flew in this morning.” You clarified her. she pulls your arm to a nearby couch, sitting you down with her.

“I need to tell you something.” She stated. “I-how do i say this?”

“I like you, [name].” Your jaw dropped at this as melissa continued, “I've had a crush on you since high school but i always pushed those feelings away because of my internalized homophobia. So I've dated boys to try to forget about being a lesbian but it didn't work it out.” you didn't know what to say, your longtime crush had admitted her feelings for you.

Sending melissa a small smile. “I've had a crush on you too, mel.”

“Would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend, [name]?” You nodded your head at her before bringing her into a passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you heard whooping from outside. You looked at the window and saw spencer and emily smiling at the both of you, [your shipname] has finally sailed.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

A writer's Ask Game 1 2 3 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49

1.     Do you listen to music when you write?

Only when I’m typing up what I’ve written, honestly!

I can’t otherwise focus on the actual writing/editing if there’s music or other distracting noises so-

2.     Are you a pantser or plotter?

Plotter all the way!

I gotta have an outline, otherwise my story loses focus and that’s NOT GOOD!

3.     Computer or pen and paper?

Both, technically XD I use pen and paper for the drafting, and to get all my ideas down (and outline too of course), but then I typically use the computer for typing up what I’ve written :))

5.     How much writing do you get done on an average day?

Less than I’d like to recently :/ I honestly NEED to get a better writing/editing schedule, but my days are just so consumed by other things to take away my attention, and it sucks. Both as an excuse and just a way of getting by when I have a manuscript that needs rewrites! D:

6.     Single or multiple POV?

Single POV (at least for now? I’m really hoping to branch out with future WIPs)

7.     Standalone or series?

Depends on the story idea, really!

If there’s enough content to expand upon after book 1, I typically will plan for sequels. I mean.. The Hunters Saga started out as just a standalone with a thought-about sequel, which turned into a trilogy, which is NOW a freaking QUADRILOGY!

So yeah, it kinda depends XD

8.     Oldest WIP

As far as actual prose goes (no transcripts), my oldest WIP was called The Creatures of the Night Quartet, and… it’s TERRIBLE. Granted, I wrote it a few years before Antoinette Drake came to mind but STILL! It’s just horrible writing and the plot- what plot??

But if we’re talking WIPs that include transcript/script formats, I guess my oldest WIP would be SuperNova, which was a silly little sci-fi “story”! You can read about both of these prehistoric WIPs over on my Original Stories page!

9.     Current WIP

The Hunters Saga of course! ^^

10.  Do you set yourself deadlines?

Oh how I WISH I did that! >.>

11.  Books and/or authors who influenced you the most

There… weren’t any really? I kinda just went with it? I mean, my first books were really heavily influenced by Twilight and vampire books in general. The Hunters Saga was slightly influenced by Richelle Mead’s Vampire Academy series but that’s about all that comes to mind :3

12.  Describe your perfect writing space

All I need is a notebook, a pen, and a laptop!

The rest doesn’t really matter at all to me~

13.  Describe your writing process from idea to polished

Well, usually my ideas come from dreams, or just scenes that come out of my head :) Then I first try to see if that certain idea/scene fits into any of my current WIPs and could be potentially included! If yes, then I do so! But if not… I typically try and write more around it :) After having an expanded idea and character list, I either develop the characters or make an outline for the story idea. Either works fine ^^ After the characters are developed enough and the outline is made, I get to writing! And after that? I edit it of course XD

14.  How do you deal with self-doubts?

I try to remind my self how I became so incredibly lucky to land a publishing deal. I mean, sure, it’s not what I had planned and I have occasional doubt about my writing in general, and how people generally see and criticize my style and characters… I just gotta remind myself that I can’t please everyone. And if I have to have a goal in writing, it’s to tell a story the way I see it. Criticism is such a touchy subject, and some writers just flat out ignore that. And sometimes, that’s smart. But - and I’m getting seriously off-topic here but WELP - more often than not, that criticism turns out to be justified! I know my writing can be weak and uninteresting. But do I let that force me away from my passion? Not at all!

If you love writing and want to become a published author, you can’t do it half-assed! You have to want it wholeheartedly. You have to TRY to improve. You have to take criticism for what it is and what it might be-

OK I’m so off-topic, this is raising too much anxiety oops.. I’ll just leave it there though.. because it’s how I feel!

15.  How do you deal with writer’s block?

I do something else - listen to music, draw, watch a movie, play a game- something other than writing (which is blocked, DUH) But yeah! I tend to step away from the manuscript for a bit and clear my head until ideas come rushing back :) And if I’m working through an outline, there’s a possibility of just. working on a different scene in a different chapter other than the one I’m stuck on at the moment ;3

16.  How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?

Usually 3 or 4, depending on how long and how detailed the drafts are :D

And if I’m REALLY lucky, I can do it in 2 but that’s actually VERY RARE for me so >.>

17.  What writing habits or rituals do you have?

I have none!

I used to try (and fail) to write a page a day I guess XD

Now I just pray that I’ll be done with my current manuscript by the end of the year :X Urrggghhh

18.  If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?

My writing friend @mercurialsmile! We’ve attempted to write a crossover before but it never really went anywhere- mainly ‘cause of my focus on editing and both of our crazy work/school schedules :X Maybe that’ll change soon, though? I dunno but I hope they’d be willing to try again

19.  How do you keep yourself motivated?

20.  How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?

A LOT! 

I may talk about my current WIP (The Hunters Saga) 24/7 on here, but I DO have other projects that have at least some ideas and characters :) 

You can find them all HERE!

21.  Who is/are your favorite character(s) to write?

Writing Toni is pretty much writing myself, so that’s always a fun time XD

I also like writing Gavin, Kira, Hannah and Ethan, among others ^^

22.  Who is/are your favorite pairing(s) to write?

Toni and Henri aaaand Micah and Darius (which is coming soon to the series! Darius gotta be introduced first, guys!!)

23.  Favorite author

I really enjoy Stephen King now that I’ve started reading his works~ Also, honorable mention to Kim Harrison for being amazing at writing about paranormal species cohabiting the earth together

24.  Favorite genre to write and read

I love love LOVE writing romance and mysteries~

Aaand I pretty much like reading the things that I write so XD

25.  Favorite part of writing

Getting the ideas down on paper for the first time and feeling that RELIEF!

26.  Favorite writing program

Uhhhh… Microsoft Word??

27.  Favorite line/scene

The Frying Pan Incident

28.  Favorite side character

Dominic and Adam Hastings

29.  Favorite villain

Oooh I can’t say their name but mmmmm they are BAD and I love it!!

30.  Favorite idea you haven’t started on yet

A science-obsessed nerd and the head cheerleader fall for each other

Lesbians for the win!!

(basically the plot for Queen Bae, one of my WIPs!)

31.  Least favorite part of writing

The EDITING!

The REWRITES!!

32.  Most difficult character to write

Mmmmm probably Liz? 

33.  Have you ever killed a main character?

Yes (not gonna elaborate ‘cause it might count as a spoiler XD)

34.  What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

I won’t be too specific but.. it was a NSFW scene ;;;

35.  What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?

Uhhhmmm I don’t have one that I’m least looking forward to ^^

If I have a story, I write it. End of story.

Even if it might be crappy, I still love the idea.

I would never force myself to write something that I didn’t think deserved being written (if that makes sense??)

36.  Last sentence you wrote

Other than a bit of knowledge beforehand, we know about the same for once. 

Odd. 

Unsettling.

37.  First sentence or your current WIP

“I’m so sorry for your loss, my dear,” the man in black murmured to me, but I barely acknowledged his presence.

38.  Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

B-but.. ALL of my story ideas are WEIRD! 

How could I possibly choose?!

39.  Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had

Aliens that puff up/inflate their bodies when angered XD

40.  Share some backstory for one of your characters

Dru was born as an only child, which is a true rarity in the lives of lycanthropes. Perhaps it was a sign that they were meant for something truly remarkable?

41.  Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?

It’s sort of what I said when I was asked about doubts?

You can’t please everyone, so don’t try to. 

Don’t pander. Don’t always give the readers what they want.

Satisfy yourself.

Take criticism; don’t try to ignore all of it. Who knows, some things might actually end up helping you become a better writer ;3

42.  How do you feel about love triangles?

I was WAY too attached to them back in the day so! 

If I have hints at a possible love triangle, I try to make it so the center of the triangle can have a clear choice as to who they’ll eventually get with (if anyone at all)! The only case I have where the love triangle kinda become a polyamorous relationship was with Nerissa, Melissa and Sergio :) Both girls had crushes on Sergio, and when he had to face those facts, he decided to help Nerissa and Melissa become friends and later- LOVERS! But anyway yeah, love triangles are hard for me to steer clear of, but I try my best ^^’

43.  What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?

I get really angry at them and throw rocks.

But no. I either try to get them back on track OR I just.. let them do their thing. Maybe the characters know the plot better than I do! XD

44.  How much research do you do?

I don’t normally dive too deep into research unless the plot demands it, of course! As for the time and depth of research, it solely depends on what exactly I’m researching actually :) If I’m simply looking up Latin phrases or the names of the most famous authors of all time, it might take me a few days to absorb the info, and a week at most! But if I’m worldbuilding and creating new places and all that, well, THAT would take me a lot longer than a few days to a week! More like a month D:

45.  How much world building do you do?

Not many of my stories have worlds not set in America/Europe/EARTH! Basically, I think I only have 1 or 2 worlds that even require building, and I have so little as far as plot goes that I haven’t had the substance to work with yet :) But maybe someday!

46.  Do you reread your own stories?

Mmmm I used to? 

Nowadays I just don’t have the time for that :/

47.  Best way to procrastinate

Drawing art of my ocs instead of writing for my ocs XD

That, or making music playlists for my WIPs :3c

48.  What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?

Toni Drake.

‘Nuff said!

As for a self-insert scene? I don’t think that’s occurred yet? 

49.  Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Either Ethan, Clary or Hannah! ^^ They’re all such nice, friendly people~

Oh, and Kira of course! Can’t forget her XD I’d love to go shopping with her and enjoy our silly, light-hearted conversations

Thanks for the ask, Friendo ^^

A Writer’s Ask Game

annual list of books i have read this year

(i’m already doing my favorite reads of the year in instagram posts, so look out for those instead of my usual bold = favorite that i do; if you want to know about a specific book or if i have it available to lend out on eBook or give to you via Audible, send me a message! xo)

1) Mrs. Zant and the Ghost by Wilkie Collins 2) Dreamer’s Pool by Juliet Marillier 3) DC Bombshells Vol 3 by Marguerite Bennett 4) The Bucolic Plague: How Two Manhattanites Became Gentlemen Farmers: An Unconventional Memoir by Josh Kilmer-Purcell 5) The Couple Next Door by Shari Lapena 6) Ascension by Jacqueline Koyanagi 7) The Devourers by Indra Das 8) A Good Idea by Cristina Moracho 9) The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski 10) The Baker’s Secret by Stephen P. Kiernan 11) Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson 12) A Word For Love by Emily Robbins  13) The Strange Case of the Alchemists Daughter by Theodora Gross 14) Ahsoka by EK Johnston 15) Gwenpool Vol 2 by Christopher Hastings 16) Spell On Wheels by Kate Leth 17) Hi-Fi Fight Club by Carly Usdin 18) Beauty Vol 1 by Jeremy Haun 19) American Housewife, stories by Helen Ellis 20) 10 Things I Can See From Here by Carrie Mac 21) Imprudence by Gail Carriger 22) The Authentics by Abdi Nazemian 23) Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman 24) Delicate Monsters by Stephanie Kuehn 25) The Nest by Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney 26) Miles Morales: Spider-Man by Jason Reynolds 27) The Virgin Cure by Ami McKay 28) My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix 29) Crash Override by Zoe Quinn 30) Forest of Memory by Mary Robinette Kowal 31) Belle: The Slave Daughter & the Lord Chief Justice by Paula Byrne 32) Invincible Summer by Alice Adams 33) Leia, Princess of Alderaan by Claudia Gray 34) The Trap by Melanie Raabe 35) The End of Everything by Megan Abbott 36) A Study in Scarlet Women by Sherry Thomas 37) Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban by JK Rowling (re-read) 38) The Girls by Emma Cline 39) I Am Princess X by Cherie Priest 40) The Likeness by Tana French 41) Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovitch 42) A Spool of Blue Thread by Anne Tyler 43) The Women in the Castle by Jessica Shattuck 44) Whispers Under Ground by Ben Aaronovitch 45) Inferior: How Science Got Women Wrong---- and the New Research that’s Rewriting the Story by Angela Saini 46) In the Woods by Tana French 47) The Mothers by Brit Bennett 48) Moon Over Soho by Ben Aaronovitch 49) Ghost Talkers by Mary Robinette Kowal 50) The World Is Bigger Now by Euna Lee 51) Hope In the Dark: Untold Histories, Wild Possibilities by Rebecca Solnit 52) Midnight Riot by Ben Aaronovitch 53) The Psychopath Inside by James Fallon 54) Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk by Kathleen Rooney 55) iZombie vol 1 by Chris Roberson 56) The End of the Affair by Graham Greene 57) The Book of Joan by Lidia Yuknavitch 58) Mercury by Margot Livesey 59) The Witches of New York by Ami McKay 60) The Girl At Midnight by Melissa Grey 61) Swimming Lessons by Claire Fuller 62) Caraval by Stephanie Garber 63) Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace 64) Night of Cake & Puppets by Laini Taylor 65) The World According to Star Wars by Cass R Sunstein 66) Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero 67) The Sleeper & the Spindle by Neil Gaiman 68) Highly Illogical Behavior by John Corey Whaley 69) The Runaways by Brian K Vaughan 70) Monstress Vol 1 by Marjorie M Liu 71) Beautiful Broken Girls by Kim Savage 72) November 9 by Colleen Hoover 73) The People We Hate At the Wedding by Grant Ginder 74) How Emotions Are Made: The Secret Life of the Brain by Lisa Feldman Barrett 75) Mosquitoland by David Arnold 76) Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll 77) The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice & Virtue by Mackenzi Lee 78) Ashes to Ashes by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian 79) Fire with Fire by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian 80) Burn for Burn by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian 81) Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell 82) Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood 83) The Most Dangerous Place on Earth by Lindsey Lee Johnson 84) How To Hang a Witch by Adriana Mather 85) The Lovely Reckless by Kami Garcia 86) You’re Never Weird On the Internet (Almost) by Felicia Day 87) One of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus 88) Anne of Green Gables by LM Montgomery (re-read) 89) Let’s Explore Diabetes With Owls by David Sedaris 90) Lost Stars by Claudia Gray 91) The Mistletoe Murder & Other Stories by PD James 92) Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams 93) I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts On Being a Woman by Nora Ephron 94) Console Wars: Sega, Nintendo & the Battle That Defined a Generation by Blake J Harris 95) We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson 96) Dear Mr You by Mary-Louise Parker 97) Carry On by Rainbow Rowell 98) The Boston Girl by Anita Diamant 99) Hex by Thomas Olde Heuvelt 100) Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth by Warsan Shire 101) Nelson Mandela’s Favorite African Folktales by Nelson Mandela 102) We Could Be Beautiful by Swan Huntley 103) Girl Walks Into a Bar... by Rachel Dratch 104) Bloodline by Claudia Gray 105) Romeo & Juliet by David Hewson 106) Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng 107) You Don’t Look Your age... And Other Fairy Tales by Sheila Nevins 108) The Regional Office Is Under Attack! by Manuel Gonzales 109) Some Kind of Fairy Tale by Graham Joyce 110) The Color Master: Stories by Aimee Bender 111) The Inseperables by Stuart Nadler 112) Rani Patel in Full Effect by Sonia Patel 113) Today Will Be Different by Maria Semple 114) Moshi Moshi by Banana Yoshimoto 115) We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to Covergirl, the Buying & Selling of a Political Movement by Andi Zeisler 116) Beast by Brie Spangler 117) Dreamland Burning by Jennifer Latham 118) Ways to Disappear by Idra Novey 119) The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend by Katarina Bivald 120) Dare Me by Megan Abbott 121) Eleven Hours by Pamela Erens 122) Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett 123) Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor 124) Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde 125) The Briefcase by Hiromi Kawakami 126) The Fever by Megan Abbott 127) Illusionarium by Heather Dixon 128) Life After Life by Kate Atkinson 129) Christmas Days by Jeanette Winterson 130) The Dinner by Herman Koch 131) The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters 132) In the Country by Mia Alvar 133) Putin’s Russia by Anna Politkovskaya 134) You Will Know Me by Megan Abbott 135) The Thief by Fuminori Nakamura 136) Jackaby by William Ritter 137) Allegedly by Tiffany D. Jackson 138) Certain Dark Things by Silvia Moreno-Garcia 139) Rain by Amanda Sun 140) Norwegian by Night by Derek B Miller 141) The Bone Witch by Rin Chupeco 142) Iron Cast by Destiny Soria 143) Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty 144) Naomi & Ely’s No Kiss List by Rachel Cohn & David Leviathan 145) The Long Way To a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers 146) What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami 147) People of the Book, Jewish Sci-Fi/Fantasy anthology by various authors 148) Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, re-read 149) Exit, Pursued by a Bear by EK Johnston 150) The Bear & the Nightingale by Katherine Arden  151) The Nature of a Pirate by AM Dellamonica 152) Ink by Amanda Sun 153) More Than This by Patrick Ness 154) The Summer Before the War by Helen Simonson 155) A Daughter of No Nation by AM Dellamonica 156) Lucky Us by Amy Bloom 157) This Is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper 158) Child of a Hidden Sea by AM Dellamonica 159) Brooklyn by Colm Tóibín 160) Silver Linings Playbook by Matthew Quick 161) The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy 162) Beautiful Chaos by Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl 163) Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly 164) Candide by Voltaire 165) After You by JoJo Moyes 166) Pocket Full of Posies by Angela Roquet 167) Snow Flower & the Secret Fan by Lisa See 168) English Fairy Tales by Joseph Jacobs 169) The Hopefuls by Jennifer Close 170) DC Bombshells vol 4 by Marguerite Bennett 171) DC Bomsbells Vol 5 by  Marguerite Bennett 172) DC Bombshells Vol 6 by  Marguerite Bennett 173) The Lion, The Witch & the Wardrobe by CS Lewis re-read 174) Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote, re-read 175) The Love Artist by Jane Alison 176) Harry Potter & the Sorcerer’s Stone by JK Rowling, re-read

The Tenth Floor pt4

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

“You seem to be settling in well.” 

You looked up from the files you were re-organizing for Yoongi to see Namjoon standing in front of you with a smile. He had been the one to hire you, but you hadn’t seen him since, and you had to admit it was good to see him. You hadn’t realized it when he interviewed you, but he seemed a lot more sane and normal than any of the other people there.

“Yeah, so far so good.” You returned his smile, bending the truth slightly. It wasn’t like you had expected this to be a dream-job, but also hadn’t realized what a pain everyone else who worked there would be. 

“Yoongi hasn’t been too horrible, then?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow, sitting down across from you. 

You shrugged. “I’m sure running such an important, large company puts a lot of stress on him.” You said rather than answer his question.

“In other words, he’s crazy, but you can handle him.” Namjoon laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in. Min Yoongi was crazy. Not even a half-hour ago, he had started screaming that someone stole his checkbook, only for you to walk in and tell him it was in the top right drawer of his desk (you had seen him put it there the previous day).

“Maybe a bit. But I can certainly handle him.” You agreed. 

“I have a good feeling about you.” Namjoon said suddenly. “I’ve hired people from all over the place, from amazing schools or with years of experience... But there’s something about you. I really think this is going to work.” You were relieved for a moment, thankful that someone believed in you. But then Jimin wandered over, flicking Namjoons shoulder.

“You’ve said that shit before.” He said with a sigh.

“Have not.” Namjoon replied indignantly. 

“Have too.” Jimin snorted. “Remember Mike? You were positive he was perfect for the job. And Melissa? You said there was no way for it to go wrong. And then there was Kevin...”

“Okay, stop.” Namjoon said, obviously flustered. You tried not to be disappointed. The only person who believed in you apparently believed in every other employee who had failed. 

“Face it, Namjoon. You’re a terrible judge of character.” Jimin said, patting Namjoon shoulder sympathetically before walking away. Namjoon turned back to you looking rather guilty.

“I really do have a good feeling about you. And I talked to Yoongi yesterday, he doesn’t seem to mind you.” He was trying to make up for what Jimin had said, but you really wanted the conversation to end.

“Thanks, I appreciate it--really, I do. But is there something that I can help you with? If not, I really do need to get this done and I have some phone calls to make...” 

“Right, yeah, of course you do.” Namjoon stood abruptly, still looking embarrassed. “I actually need to speak with Yoongi for a minute, so if you’ll excuse me...” He nearly ran into Yoongi’s office door in his haste to get away, and you shook your head as you returned to your work. Somehow, you didn’t think Namjoon was actually going to be any help to you while you worked there.

“Let me guess, you missed the bus again?” Kim Taehyung said through the phone. Your day had dragged on for what felt like forever, your lunch break practically non-existent because Yoongi had decided that all of his filing cabinets needed to be reorganized (which they did, they were a total mess, but it was still tedious work that took a while). You had missed the bus again, but at least this time you weren’t soaking wet with a broken heel. “I’m not far, I’ll be there in a few.”

You might have been able to leave earlier if you had really pushed for it, but you were still hoping to somehow get on your bosses good side--though, you were starting to wonder if he even had one. After Namjoon was done talking to him, Yoongi had been in a significantly worse mood. He had complained about everything--his schedule, his coffee, the fact that he thought your shoes were ugly--before dumping piles upon piles of paper on your desk. 

Missing the bus was also a good excuse to call the strange taxi-driver you had met the day before.

“So tell me, how exactly does one barely miss the bus two days in a row?” Taehyung asked when he pulled up, rolling the window down and greeting you with a smile. 

“It’s a long story, but it’s just as well. I have some shopping I need to do anyway.” You said, not sure why you were telling the driver this. “Apparently my shoes are ugly, so I’m going to get some new ones at the mall...”

Taehyung twisted around in his seat so he could see your shoes for himself before he started driving. “They don’t look so bad to me.” He said thoughtfully. “And what do you mean, ‘apparently’ they’re ugly? Don’t you like them?” He pulled away from the curb as he spoke, glancing at you briefly in the rear-view. 

You shrugged, looking down at your flats. You didn’t think they were ugly, but you weren’t sure you wanted to put up with another day of Jimin and Yoongi both criticizing them. 

“I wouldn’t have bought them in the first place if I didn’t like them.” You sighed. “It’s other people who have a problem with them.” 

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “And you care what they think?” 

“I mean, no, but--”

“But you’re going to replace perfectly good shoes because someone whose opinion you don’t care about says they’re ugly?” You weren’t sure how you felt about Taehyung-the-taxi-driver hinting that you were conforming to other peoples standards, and shifted slightly in your seat. Taehyung didn’t wait for you to answer, simply continued with another question. “Are they against your companies dress code or something?” You assumed he was referring to your shoes.

“No?” 

Taehyung seemed to be personally insulted that someone had a problem with your shoes, which was very odd. “So what difference does it make to you what other people think about your shoes?” 

You wanted to argue that you didn’t want to give Jimin a reason to bully you, or for Yoongi to have another reason to hate you, but it sounded childish in your own mind. What did you care if Jimin said rude things to you? And if Yoongi fired you over your shoes, then maybe working for him wasn’t worth it after all. “It doesn’t really matter...” You agreed slowly, and Taehyung pulled over.

“Good, so I’m not driving you to the mall, right?” He looked at you in the mirror again, grinning so hard that his smile looked more like a box than anything else. 

“I... Guess not? But...”

Taehyung blinked, then laughed. “So are you free the rest of tonight?” 

You couldn’t believe this. Was your taxi driver asking you out? That was ridiculous. “I don’t know...” You started. You really should catch up on sleep, this job was draining and you needed to be alert in the morning. 

“Nothing weird, I promise. There’s just something I’d like you to see.” 

The last part could be taken in a number of ways, but there was something about Taehyung that made you think he meant it in the most innocent way possible. “Okay.” You agreed, not entirely sure why. There was no reason for you to go anywhere with him, unless it was to drive you home.

“Fantastic. I promise you won’t regret it.” Taehyung pulled back into the street quickly, before making a U-turn and driving the other way. He didn’t tell you where you were going, and you didn’t ask. 

You sat back and enjoyed the ride, still not completely sure about your shoes. But since when had you cared so much about other people opinions? Maybe working there was already getting to you more than you thought it was. 

“We’re here!” Taehyung sing-songed as he pulled into a parking spot. It didn’t take long to figure out where “here” was, you had heard of it enough times. You were at the base of a mountain just outside of the city that had stairs leading up to an overlook that had been carved into the side. You had never taken the time to see it yourself, but you knew many people who had. 

“Why here?” You asked as you stepped out of the car. Taehyung spun his keys around his index finger as he walked toward the steps. 

“It helps put things in perspective.” He shrugged. “Race you to the top!” He was gone before you had time to respond, giggling as he ran.

“Hey!” You followed him, even though climbing that many steps wasn’t something you were at all in the mood to do at all. It wasn’t long before Taehyung tired and you caught up with him.

“God, I’m hungry. Did you bring food?” He asked, and you made a face at him.

“I didn’t even know where we were going, why on earth would I have brought food?” You snorted. Taehyung was strange to say the least. 

“Okay, point taken.” Taehyung sighed. The two of you paused for a moment while a couple and their dog passed you going the other way. 

“How far is it to the top, anyway?” You asked. 

Taehyung shook his head. “How should I know? I don’t count. Maybe like...three hundred?” The number didn’t sound even remotely accurate, but you didn’t press the matter.

When you finally arrived at the pavilion, Taehyung seemed out of breath, but you were distracted by the view. You had been too focused on not tripping on the stairs to notice it before, but now it was as though everything else had fallen away. The skyline was bright with colors, and seemed to glow from within. You walked forward to the railing that was to keep people from accidentally stepping too far, leaning over it slightly to take it all in. 

“Told you that you wouldn’t regret it.” Taehyung said, walking up behind you. 

“It’s incredible.” You agreed. “But why did you think I needed to see it?”

Taehyung pointed toward the city, obviously at a specific spot. “See that building? That’s where you work.”

“Okay.” You said, spotting it among the many others. “So?”

“So look how tiny it is.” 

You looked. You supposed it did look rather small from here. “Okay.” You said again, slowly this time. 

“And your boss is even tinier.”

You weren’t sure how this was supposed to help, but it did make you laugh. The idea of a very angry, pocket-sized Yoongi was amusing to say the least. 

“All your problems are small too, from here.” He said, leaning against the rail. He was rather tall, and had to bend over significantly to do so. “They seem big when you’re dealing with them, but when you step back and really look at them, they’re not so bad. Are they?” He looked over at you, and you watched the city for a moment before replying. 

“No, they’re not so bad.” 

You walked into work the next day feeling rejuvenated. Taehyung had lied when he said he’d let you pay him the next time he drove you somewhere, but he had let you buy him a snack after you descended the mountain the previous night. 

“Morning, Jimin.” You said with a smile when he stepped into the elevator with you. He raised an eyebrow before glancing at your shoes. 

“Same shoes as yesterday.” He commented.

“I like them.” You said with a shrug. “You don’t have to wear them, so what difference does it make to you?” Jimin didn’t seem to have much to say to that. 

Jungkook was sipping coffee by the coffee pot again (you had yet to actually see him work) and you waved as you approached. “You appear to be in my way again, Dr. Jeon.” You said. When he made no move to get out of your way, you sighed. 

“I like standing here.” He said. “And maybe I wanted to apologize for yesterday, I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“No hard feelings, just move.” You said, motioning for him to do so. He stepped sideways after a second. 

“Really no hard feelings?” He said hopefully. 

“No. I just said that to get you to move.” You gave him a smile. “I really don’t like you.” 

You knocked only briefly before walking into Yoongi’s office, and he didn’t bother to look up from whatever he was doing.

“Here’s your coffee, sir.” You said, setting it on the desk. All you could think about was pocket-sized Yoongi, and you had to bite back a smile. “And I wanted to remind you that you have a meeting with shareholders at eleven.”

Your boss finally looked up at you. “That’s today?” He said, blinking at you blearily. That was when you noticed that he was wearing the same clothes that he had been the previous day. 

“Yes, it is. Sir, did you sleep here?” The more you looked at him, the more you noticed. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was sticking up in places. His tie wasn’t tied, and his shirt was full of wrinkles. 

“Sleep?” He repeated, then blinked again. “No.” He went back to the papers he was reviewing. 

“Did you stay here all night?” You asked instead. 

“Yes, though I don’t know why you feel the need to know that.” He said. 

You bit your lip. You knew it would be best to just leave now, but you couldn’t just let him show up to a meeting like this. “Sir, I think you should go home and change.” It was dangerous, but you were feeling confident. 

“What?” He didn’t sound angry when he looked back up at you, perhaps to sleep-deprived to manage it. 

“Your clothes are wrinkled and you look...” You tried to think of a polite way to say it. “Like you could use some sleep.” He stared at you for a moment more. “I just think it would look better to the shareholders, that’s all.” Your confidence was ebbing quickly, and you looked down at your shoes. 

“You’re right.” He said, and you looked up in surprise. “Shareholders don’t want to see their CEO looking like death warmed over.” He nodded as he stood and stretched. 

“You don’t look like death warmed over.” You said. He didn’t, he just looked like he had pulled an all-nighter. 

“I’ll be back in time for the meeting.” He said as he picked up his blazer from the back of his chair. “Gather my notes, and make sure that Hoseok actually finished the presentation. And by the way,” He turned to you before he left his office. “You’re coming too.” 

The day was off to a good start, and you couldn’t quite believe it. Maybe you’d call Taehyung after the meeting and thank him.

Yoongi was back in time for the meeting, just as he said he would be. He then piled his notes into your arms and motioned for you to follow him. You had found Hoseok earlier, confirmed that he completed the presentation, and even looked over it, finding a typo that you were thankful you caught instead of Yoongi at the meeting. 

Seokjin gave you a wave as you followed Yoongi past him, but he looked confused. You did a quick mental check that you had both of your shoes on and your hair was combed, and decided it couldn’t be something about the way you looked that was confusing him. You figured you could ask later. 

When you walked through the double doors and into the giant meeting room on the ninth floor, it was already full of people. You glanced briefly around the room, noticing how many of the people sitting around clearly already knew one another. As you did, however, you noticed one man sitting alone, playing a game on his phone with the volume up. 

You did a double take before realizing who it was. “Taehyung?” You said before you could stop yourself. Yoongi gave you a look, he was about to start the meeting, and you sat down before making an idiot of yourself. Taehyung looked up when he heard his name, however, and gave you a little wave.

The meeting passed quickly, but you couldn’t focus properly on what was being said, even though you knew it was your job to. You took notes, hoping that would help. What Kim Taehyung the taxi driver was doing there was something you wanted to find out as soon as possible, and it was difficult not to grab his elbow and drag him out of the room. 

Even when the meeting ended, you stayed by Yoongis side, greeting people politely when they introduced themselves. When you had a moment, you turned to Yoongi. Things had gone surprisingly well that morning, so you hoped they would continue going so well if you asked a question. “Who is that?” You nodded towards Taehyung. 

“That,” He sighed. “Is Kim Taehyung. I thought these things bored him. Do you know him?” It was his turn to look curious, but you didn’t know what to say to that. Did you know him? Apparently not.

“It’s a long story.” You said, watching as the man in question approached the two of you. 

“Taehyung, long time no see.” Yoongi gave him what you supposed was meant to be a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Yoongi.” Taehyung nodded. “I thought it was about time to show an interest in my company.” 

“It isn’t yours.” Yoongi said, his voice deadpan. 

“It’s mine enough.” Taehyung shrugged. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” There was a tension in Yoongis voice that you hadn’t heard before. You had heard him angry, but it didn’t seem like him to hold back. 

“Then let me clarify.” Taehyung took a step forward. “It’s mine enough that I can make changes if I see fit.”

Yoongi laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Oh? Forgive me, but since when do you have an interest in this company?”

You looked between the two of them. This was weird. 

“Since it took my fancy.” Taehyung smiled before turning to you. “Good to see you.” 

You weren’t sure if it was good to see him. “You said you were a taxi driver.” You said flatly. “You drive a taxi.” 

“I do a lot of things.” Taehyung nodded. “Which reminds me, I have to go. I’ll see you both soon.”

“The next meeting isn’t for two months.” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

“Who says I have to wait for that?” Taehyung laughed. “You’ll be seeing a lot more of me from now on.” And with that, he left.

A/N Um. I don’t know what to say. It’s a lot longer than last time! Almost 4k words lol. I would apologize for this being un-edited, but I think this is just going to be my lazy fic, I’ll fix it later. I think most of you didn’t really trust Taehyung to begin with, so did this surprise you? Thank you for reading!! As always, let me know your thoughts/feelings! Love you all <3 <3 <3

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