#scott mccall x gender neutral
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Scott McCall headcanons
Requested: no
Warnings: none i think
Contains: gn!reader, reader is scott's partner/lover, slightly clingy!scott, dating scott headcanons, general headcanons
If you wear rings or bracelets, you'd better be ready for him to be constantly fidgeting with them.
Whether it's in class, at one of your houses, or just hanging out together, he will always be touching them.
He'll just be holding your hand and spinning your rings around or winding your bracelets around his fingers.
Hates it if you wear chapstick/lipbalm.
Most other people would love that sort of thing; being able to taste whatever flavour is on your lips when you're kissing or making out, but Scott absolutely despises it.
He'll lean in and give you a little peck on the lips, before pulling away in disgust and wiping his lips.
If it's the first time you've wore it and you don't know he hates it, he will very passive aggressively let you know that he's not grossed out by kissing you, it's just because of the chapstick/lipbalm and that you should never wear it ever again.
He gives such. Good. Hugs.
He will take any and every opportunity to hug you.
Absolutely loves having you in his arms.
Even if it's just a quick hug, he loves the feeling of your warmth against him and likes knowing that you're safe.
He draws on his hands/arms. All. The goddamn. Time.
He really wants more tattoos but he doesn't know what of, so when he gets bored he starts sketching ideas on his skin in pen.
He will also draw on your hands/arms if you let him!! Just quick little doodles or a smily face or smthing.
He always has snacks on him.
He has a snack drawer in his room for if he has people over, or if he can't be bothered going to the kitchen to get something.
Always has extra snacks in his bag for if his friends forget some or if he notices they haven't been eating much (which he definitely will notice)
Wakes up and goes to sleep at the exact same time every day.
Wakes up at 6:30am, goes to sleep at 10:30pm.
Would absolutely try his hardest to keep you away from all the supernatural stuff, even if you are one, he doesn't want you getting hurt.
Sneaks into your house 24/7
He misses you? He's bored? He needs help with homework? He wants to go somewhere with you and the pack (or just you)? Any and all of the above, he's climbing through your bedroom window with a massive grin on his face.
Has ornithophobia
I just think it's super funny that this big ferocious werewolf.. is scared of birds
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♡~Who I write for~♡
Jennifers body: 🩸
Jennifer check
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Percy Jackson
Annabeth chase
Grover underwood
Leo Valdez
Jason grace
Piper McLean
Wednesday 🕷️
Wednesday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Lockwood and co: ⚔️
Lockwood
Lucy
George
Potc: 🏴☠️
Jack sparrow
Will turner
Elizabeth Swann
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Tom Spider-Man
Doctor who: 🔭
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11th doctor
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Merlin
Arthur
Morgana
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[About the author]
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That being said I will write scenarios that are in the show but not with show actors cause they’re children
• I am willing to write any character mentioned above or if they appear in the series (only by request)
• I also may take awhile getting to requests, or completing them)
I do write smut, but all characters are aged up
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•incest
• non-con
• piss
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Fics about sensitive content
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I may refuse a request, or may not write it right away, I write for free, I don’t earn anything by putting out this content.
I write poly fics with any character
I write for female, and gender neutral readers only, but if you have already sent me a request with a male reader/ gender fluid reader I will write it
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Masterlist:
Key:
Fluff ^
Angst *
GN Reader #
Fem Reader /
Please note that as far as I'm aware, all my headcanons ARE gender neutral, whereas my oneshots and series will most likely be female readers. (If there are gendered terms in my headcanons, please let me know so I can fix it!)
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Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid x Fem! Streamer! Reader
(Spencer reacts to his girlfriend playing and streaming various games!)
PT 1 Stardew Valley
A Date With Death (Spencer Reid x Fem! Unsub! Reader)
PT 1
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Hazbin Hotel
How They React to You Being Powerful (And a bit InSanE) #^
(Alastor, Angel Dust, Husker, Lucifer)
How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian ^#
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Harry Potter Characters
Second Chances ^*/ (Mattheo Riddle x Fem! Reader)
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Hogwarts Legacy
If You Let Me ^*/ (Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader)
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Stranger Things
Honey ^/ (Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader)
PT 1
PT 2
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Riverdale
Sweetness ^/* (Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader)
PT 1
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BNHA (Headcanons)
Comforting Their SO ^#
PT 1
(Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)
How Your Relationship Started ^#
PT 1
(Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)
How They React to Their SO Getting Sick ^#
PT 1
(Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)
How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked ^*#
PT 1
(Sero, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Shigaraki)
PT 2
(Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Aizawa, Keigo)
PT 3
(Kurogiri, Dabi, Toga)
How They Would React to an SO Taller/Shorter Than Them ^#
PT 1
(Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)
How You Two Would Sleep ^#
PT 1
(Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)
PT 2
(Hawks, Eraser Head, Fatgum, Mirko, Midnight, Present Mic)
Their SO Comforts Them ^*#
PT 1
(Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)
Yandere Headcanons *#
PT 1
(Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)
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BNHA (Series)
You're My Prize (Shoto Todoroki x Mafia! Fem! Reader) ^*/
PT 1
PT 2
PT 3
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Haikyuu!! (Headcanons)
How You Two Sleep ^#
PT 1 - Captains
(Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)
Pick Up Lines They Use On You ^#
PT 1 - Captains
(Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)
When They Want Affection ^#
PT 1 - Setters
(Oikawa, Atsumu, Kenma, Kageyama, Akaashi)
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Teen Wolf (Series)
Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ^*/
PT 1
PT 2
PT 3
PT 4
PT 5
(Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey)
Balloons (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) ^*/
PT 1
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Home Safe
Juice Ortiz x GN!Reader
Request by Anon: From your prompt lists can we get fluff 6, “I can’t believe you’re real and mine,” and smut 7, “i know, baby, I know,” with juicey boy and f!reader pretty please?? Thank you and I hope you’re having a great day! (Prompts are from This List)
Warnings: 18+, fluffy soft goodness
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: I know that the request was for f!reader but this felt doable for me to do a gender-neutral reader, so that’s what I did! Loved writing this softness for our boy. Hope you enjoy!
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You’d been half-asleep when your phone began buzzing on the pillow beside your head, the pillow that had been cold for much longer than you liked. Club business was taking longer than the guys all bargained for, which was par for the course these days, but it still left a knot in your stomach until you finally got the message that they were all safe and on their way home. Which was why even though you weren’t fully conscious, your hand flew and grabbed your phone with no hesitation. It took an extra few beats to get the words out, to get your brain to work, but you answered.
You cleared your throat, though it did nothing to make you sound any less groggy, “Hello?”
Even though he laughed, you could hear the exhaustion in Juice’s voice, “Hey, baby. Sorry I woke you up.”
“No,” you rubbed at your eyes with your free hand, “I wasn’t asleep…all the way.”
He laughed, “Still. Sorry it’s so late.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yea,” along with the tiredness, there was relief in his voice, “Just got to the clubhouse. I’ll be heading home in a few.”
“Yea?”
You could hear the smile on his face, “Yea.”
“I’ll unlock the door for you.”
“No,” he chuckled, “Stay in bed. I have my keys—it’s fine.”
“Okay,” you paused, butterflies still in your stomach despite all the time that had gone by, “I love you. Ride safe.”
“I love you too.”
You didn’t get out of bed, but you felt the exhaustion quickly dissolving from your body now that you knew Juice was on his way home. No matter how many times you told him to ride safe, you knew that he always went a little faster than usual when he was riding home after a run. You chastised him but part of you enjoyed it, that extra determination to get home to you as quickly as possible.
Even from the other end of the house, you could hear the sound of the front door opening. Your eyes were closed as you laid tucked up in bed, but the smile on your face grew. Rolling so that you were facing the bedroom door, you waited for him to appear. The sound of his boots against the hardwood slowly but steadily got a little louder with each stride towards the room. Your house wasn’t that big, the hall wasn’t that long, but that walk always seemed like it took him forever and a day on nights like this.
But then he was there. You smiled, propping yourself up so that you were resting on your elbows. He chuckled and shook his head, more than relieved to be home with you, the sight of you tangled up in blankets with an old shirt on of his made his heart soften after all the chaos he’d been through. The grin on his face was still genuine no matter how tired he was.
He quickly slipped out of his boots, shrugging off his kutte before flopping onto the bed with you. He didn’t even take the time to change out of his jeans and t-shirt that he’d come home in—he just wanted to hold you. He wasted no time in hooking his arms underneath yours and pulling you tight to his chest. You burrowed your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him as you did so. Neither of you said anything for a moment, just taking a few deep breaths and enjoying the fact that you finally got to hold each other again.
Pulling back, you pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss, hand sliding up to cradle the back of his head as you did. You felt his fingertips pressing harder into your back, trying to find a way to pull you closer still. His lips moved hungrily against yours, trying to make up for lost time.
When you finally pulled away, you searched his eyes, trying to make sure that everything was really okay. Tracing your thumb along his cheek, you said, “That was way longer than three days.”
His laugh was soft, tired, “I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, “Don’t be sorry,” you paused, “You’re alright, though?”
He nodded, “I’m good. I’m just, you know,” his hand ran up and down your back, “I’m glad I’m home.”
You smiled, pressing a soft, brief kiss on his lips, “Me too.”
The two of you shifted around slightly on the mattress, trying to get as comfortable as possible. Juice didn’t slither underneath the blankets with you, still didn’t change out of his clothes from the day. Instead, he just rested his head against your chest and wrapped his arms around you, not caring that they’d end up losing feeling if you two laid like that for too long. You smiled, resting one hand on his back between his shoulder blades, and the other on the back of his head, your fingers raking gently over the short hair of his mohawk, over the stubble growing in on the sides of his head that he hadn’t been able to shave while he was on the road.
His breathing started to slow, and you could feel him relaxing more as he continued to lay on you. You would lay there and stare at him forever if you could. It wasn’t like you never got to have these moments, but there was something extra precious about them when he was coming back from a long stint away. He was always tired and clingy, always more soft than usual.
You were starting to think that he might’ve fallen asleep but then you heard him take a deep breath, his voice gravelly as he asked, “How were things here?”
You smiled, your hands gently roaming over his body of their own accord as you spoke, “Fine. It’s always too quiet here when you’re gone.”
“Am I that loud?” he chuckled, still not lifting his head from your chest.
“No, no,” you pressed a kiss to his head, “Well. Only when you play video games,” you gave him a light squeeze, “I just mean it feels more like home when you’re here. That’s all.”
He let out a quiet hum of approval, “Oh. Okay.”
You chuckled, “Okay.”
The room fell quiet again, just the sounds of an occasional deep breath coming from one of you. For as tired as Juice was, he knew that he wasn’t going to be falling asleep anytime soon. Whenever he came home from a run, especially one that went sideways and dragged on like that one had, he tried to stay awake for a while no matter how tired he was. There was something different about the comfort during that first night being home again.
Your hands began to slow, and eventually they stilled completely. Lifting his head, Juice looked up at you, smiling at the sight of you passed out beneath him. He managed to pull his arms out from underneath you without waking you, wiggling his fingers to try and get the feeling back into them. He started to pull away so he could get up off the bed, but you groaned, reaching out even in your sleep to pull him close to you again. He chuckled, bracing himself and carefully maneuvering out of your grasp.
Only then did he finally shed his jeans and t-shirt. Walking around to his side of the bed, he pulled the blanket back just enough to be able to crawl in beside you. He wedged himself up against you, draping one arm over your stomach as his head rested by your shoulder.
The contact began to stir you from your sleep. Your eyes were still heavy, barely open, but you still turned to look where he was laying. A sleepy smile crossed your face when you saw the way that he was looking at you. Your voice was hoarse as you whispered, “What?”
He kissed your shoulder, “You.”
“Me?”
“Yea,” he pulled himself a little tighter to you, “you. I just, you know, I can’t believe you’re real and mine.”
You hummed in approval as your eyes started to drift the rest of the way shut again, “Better start believing it. I love you.”
Relief coursed through his chest at the words. Finally letting his eyes close, he said, “I love you too.”
#sons of anarchy#sons of anarchy imagine#soa#soa imagine#juice ortiz#juice ortiz x reader#juice ortiz x you#juice ortiz imagine#juan carlos#juan carlos ortiz#my writing#fanfiction#drabblesmc
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Masterlist- 51
Don’t fall in love, it’s not the end- Roth (Titans) x Male Reader
Indie Rock - Rachel Roth x Reader (Gender-Neutral)
headcanon of Hope Mikealson x male!reader
Hope Mikaelson smut alphabet (Male reader tribrid)
Hope Mikealson x male!reader and is part of the Legends (DC’s Legends of Tomorrow)
Sara Lance X Female Reader. and is John Constantine’s sister
Give it time, and I will sell out - Darcy Lewis x Male Reader (SMUT)
Texas heatwave - Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski x Werewolf Male Reader (SMUT)
Following Stars - Male Reader x Jerrod Carmichael
Blue Rhodes - Jerrod Carmichael x Male Reader (SMUT)
Sink into the sun - Jerrod Carmichael x Male Reader (SMUT)
HC with Venom bonded R and V meets Yelena and Nat.
Anti-Love - Klaus Mikaelson X Male Reader (SMUT)
Gentle Moon - Taylor Swift x Male Reader Autistic
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When you are sick
Scott
Scott would simultaneously be an angel as well as a helpless, floppy puppy. Like, you’re sick in bed and he’s sort of just anxiously hovering, hoping and waiting and watching for when you need something. He’s on the verge of making himself faint until you lift the covers and invite him in for cuddles.
He’s more than happy to comply: he’ll give you a few kisses, he doesn’t care how snotty you are or how gross you feel. He doesn’t even care if he gets sick (he won’t, I hc werewolves run extremely warm internal temps: handy if you run cold and want snuggles!), he just wants to be close and make you feel good.
Stiles
Stiles would situate you on the couch, fluffed pillows and juice in easy reach, the Mandolorian playing—he’d been trying to get you to watch it for aaaages, and the minute you were prone and helpless? BAM he got that baby playing.
But he’d be researching your each and every symptom, to the point where you’d be asking him very nerdy Star Wars questions just to get him to pay attention to you, and he’d be too absorbed in WebMD to expound into extremely complicated minutia about the SW universe.
It isn’t until you slowly, slowly, slowly close the lid of his laptop (he only pulled back his fingers at the very last second), and hit him with the biggest, slightly watery puppy dog eyes that he paused.
Cue Stiles rubbing your feet and excitedly explaining the Mandolorian scene. for. scene. You fell asleep at some point, but he understood it was just because you were sick. When you woke up, you saw him awkwardly situated on the couch, jaw agape and deeply asleep. He’d simply refused to move on the slightest chance any movement woke you up. He wasn’t all that upset when you woke up him, though, and guided him back down with you to cuddle. He’d be sneezing a few days later, but he’d just laugh and tell you it was SO worth it.
Derek
Derek is the errands guy: you need juice? Chicken soup? Heated blankets? Bath salts? How about some flowers, you want some pretty flowers on your nightstand? He’d be just about to head out again when you tugged at his sleeve. “I want YOU.” You’d explain stuffily.
He’d blush, but a soft little smile would light up the mouth of that chiseled face of perfection.
He’d kiss the top of your head, but then pick you up easily.
“You need some sunshine.” He’d say simply, and get you comfortably situated on a lawn chair. He’d sit on one facing your, the two of your legs comfortably entangling in each other.
Derek always has to be doing something, he can’t simply just SIT. So he’d pull out some cards, or checkers, balancing the board between you on his knees. Of course, being sick is no excuse for him to go easy on you: though he might have let you win a few hands when strip poker came up…not that you were complaining.
Isaac
Isaac takes a page from Scott’s book, and becomes an adorable, anxious puppy, but unlike Scott Isaac actually knows exactly what to do. Growing up, he took care of himself when he got sick. He’d have the couch completely tricked out: fresh sheets on the cushions, half a dozen pillows and your favorite blankets, saltines and ginger ale and jello on a nice little tray, your favorite movie loaded up…
You certainly didn’t LOOK sick when you gave him a brilliant smile.
You preferred him to the pillows, resting your head on his stomach. When you grew a little restless after a few hours, he noticed.
So instead of watching movies, he took up one his favorite books—one he always kept in his back pocket, Lord of the Rings. He slowly began the prologue, his voice rising and lowering in rhythm with the text. He’d run his fingers through your hair, gently soothing you until you felt calm, still, and grew sleepy. You barely felt the kiss on the top of your head as you were falling asleep, but you heard him reading even in your dreams.
Lydia
Lydia would know you were sick before you did: she suggested you start taking it a little easier, she’d subtly be passing a bottle of juice to you during History class, just oh-so-conveniently be making some chicken soup that evening. When you started to pick up on her little habits, you might question her—of course you’d just get that cute, dimpling little smirk, and then she’d distract you with some discourse over the latest Bachelor episodes.
Lydia would totally have gotten you over your cold before you even realized you had one: she’s a badass like that.
Of course, if you realize it after and confront her with it straight out, she’d admit you’d been looking under the weather.
It was lovely, having a girlfriend who noticed your littlest habits and things, so much to the point that she’d recognize it. All she’d ask for was a kiss…or two…or three. Now that you’re better, there’s nothing stopping you—right?
Allison
Allison is a firm believer of the ‘sweat it out’ method: you get a little sniffle, and she’s getting your running shoes out. Or it’s weights, maybe a swim if it’s summer.
She’d push you a little—Allison can be a liiiittle intense, and lives life like it. That might work: she’d be making sure you always had your favorite flavor of gatorade, your running socks are always clean, your sheets are always fresh because you’ve been sweating in your sleep.
If that doesn’t work, she will make sure you have the fluffiest pillows, your blankets are always freshly warm from the dryer, fridge stocked with juice. She’d be a little worried…a lot worried. Even if you’re taking a gentler approach to recovery, she’ll continue working out a little more vigorously than usual.
Not that that would mean she wasn’t taking excellent, excellent care of you. And she wouldn’t let something like a little bug come between cuddles and kisses. She could care less a she gently presses her lips to your forehead to check your temperature—and she’d smile as you guided her lower, to your mouth.
Malia
Malia is surprisingly calm (or so you think) about you being sick—though to be fair, you could do with a few less “in the wild” comments....
“In the wild, you’d probably be left for dead. Not by me, though. I wouldn’t eat you, either.”
You’d smile back weakly, and pat her hand.
“That’s nice, dear.”
Malia would smirk at you, maybe wink, and kiss your forehead before getting up to get you some more juice or crackers or whatever your little heart desires.
She’d keep an eye on you, and you’d be totally thinking she’s relaxed until someone else walks in the room....
Malia goes into full on PROTECT mode, growling and baring her teeth. You are the LOVE of her LIFE, and you’re not at full capacity: can you blame her? Just pull her down into bed with you and reassure her you’re fine with some major cuddles, it’s the only way to distract her.
#teen wolf#teen wolf imagine#gender neutral imagine#gender neutral teen wolf#imagines#gender neutral x stiles#scott mccall x gender neutral#scott mccall x reader#stiles stilinksi x reader#allison argent imagine#lydia martin#Derek x reader#Isaac x reader#malia imagine#Malia x reader#Malia hale x reader
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I understand
Pairing: MultiMale!Insert x gender neutral ! reader
Word Count: 418
Warning: riding, choking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, degrading, dom!male x gn!reader.
18+ NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT
“Look at me.”
His tone is low, almost a growl. It was an order. You were so good at following his orders but your pure state of ecstasy made your world a blur.
“I said, Look at me”
His words set in tone as you felt your chin harshly tugged at to look at him. His face so close to yours, his eyes staring into your soul and his cocky smirk looking at your state of pleasure,
“So much for being a show off, huh ? You talk about how you are so independent, so self sufficient, but it’s all talk isn't it?”
You whimpered at his words how they mocked you but wanted him, His hands, His lips, HIs body, all of it.
“. .. You know how I know that, baby? Hmm? It’s because my cock is buried so deep inside you that I can feel it here” his hands trailed from your chin to your stomach, and pressed down on the bulge where his cock hit just the spot.
Both of your moans and grunts filled the room “.. and yet you are not full, you want more, so much more from me and guess what baby, I will give it to you, make you my own little cockdrunk whore. Fuck you so good you’ll feel me for days. Oh, Darling I am going to ruin you and you won’t be able to do anything about it. Do you understand?”
You let out a loud moan at his filthy words, closing your eyes and grinding down harder on his cock wanting more of him. He was right, you were his cockdrunk whore who wanted more. You moved on his lap, wanting more. The only thought on your mind was how full you were. Oh he was going to fuck you brainless and you loved it.
His words fell deaf on your ears as you shamelessly tried to get whatever you could out of him. Your cries of please and more fell deaf to him.
You gasped as you felt his calloused hand around your throat squeezing lightly. Your eyes darted open, His eyes bore into yours for a moment before he dove in and bit you lower lip tugging it, knowing how much effect all of this had on you. Tightening his grip on your throat and smacking his hips into yours, the pleasure that ran through your body was intoxicating. With each thrust he called out to you again,
“Do. You. Understand.”
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hi do you think you could a angst stiles stilnski x sister where instead of stiles becoming void it’s his sister please ? x
thanks for requesting!
airy that's it's short and not that good!
"Just listen to me," you led Scott and Stiles into the empty classroom, flicking on the light switch.
"Look," you jumped slightly as you looked on the board, seeing it empty.
"See what?" Scott asked.
"The message I left on the board of Barrow. He must've erased it. It was my handwriting. Look, I took a picture," your hands were shaking slightly as you unlocked your phone, looking for the picture.
You felt your heart drop as you looked in your albums, unable to find it.
"I have a... I have an extra key on my keys. Look, it's for the chem cabinet," you took your keys out, looking through them as you frowned.
"It's not here," the two of them looked at each other before looking at you.
"I-I know I can't prove it, but it was me, all of it was me. The message, sneaking Barrow into here. I-I did it all," you shook your head as your eyes watered slightly.
"(Y/N/N), why would you hurt Kira? You told me last week that you had a crush on her," Stiles shook his head.
"I-I didn't want to... look, there's something wrong with me. Please believe me," your voice broke slightly in fear as you looked between Scott and Stiles for guidance.
"(Y/N), how much sleep have you gotten this week?" Scott asked.
"What?" you frowned.
"How much sleep have you gotten since you died?" Stiles asked.
"That's not..."
"I hear you walking around all night every night. Dad's also worried about you," Stiles whispered.
"I'm..." your paused, unsure of what to say.
Stiles wasn't wrong, you knew something was wrong. You couldn't remember anything, everything slipped out of your hands.
You'd even forgotten how to read properly, not that you told anyone yet.
"Stiles..." you started.
"My mom's working today," Scott turned to Stiles.
"I don't need a nurse-"
"Just go to the doctor's, (Y/N). Please," Stiles begged.
"Stiles-"
"Please," you could see the look of desperation on his face as you nodded your head softly.
"Come on, I'll take you now," he held your hand, leading you out of the room.
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You sat on the edge of the hospital bed, Stiles sitting next to you.
Your visions blurred slightly from your tears as you looked up at Stiles.
"What if something bad is happening to me?" he stayed quiet as you spoke, feeling more tears come to your eyes.
"I've been hallucinating, I have nightmares all the time, I can't remember shit. I'm scared," more tears filled your eyes as Stiles wrapped his arms around you tightly.
"Whatever is wrong with you, we'll help you. Scott can help you, we'll do whatever it takes," you nodded softly as you held back your cries, burying yourself in his arms.
You heard the door open as Melissa gave you a soft smile, the type of smile that you gave when you needed to hide something bad.
"I'll give you this right now to help you sleep. It's Midazolam," she said.
You nodded as Stiles stood up before you laid onto the bed.
"How long does it take to work?" the second she injected it into you, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier, as you yawned softly.
"Well then," you said.
"Just sleep. I didn't see anything else wrong," she said softly, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you," you closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath.
After you fell asleep, Stiles turned to Melissa, taking a deep breath.
"We need to talk," she looked at your briefly, before her eyes watered slightly.
"Let's go outside," the worry grew in Stiles' heart as he looked at you, before taking a deep breath, following Melissa.
Nothing could prepare him for what he had to hear next.
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Imagine being a magic user, but in a spell gone wrong you become a werewolf. (Part Two)
Anon requested: “Scott McCall x male reader who is a werewolf that loves to kill”
Anon requested: “imagines where you tell your best friend lydia (teen wolf) that you are a witch.”
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Takes place a few days after part one. Makes more sense if you read part one, but it isn’t required if you don’t want to. Thanks for your patience in waiting for the sequel!
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Deaton placed the small glass and metal capsule on the table, pale white smoke swirling within. Scott picked it up and examined the contained spell.
“So this will lead us straight to the murderer?”
Deaton nodded. “In theory, yes. I’m not sure why y/n didn’t think of this, it’s a fairly simple spell.” The vet knew all about y/n’s skill with magic, and a spell such as this one should have been one y/n knew.
Lydia shifted on her feet, uncomfortable talking about her best friend behind their back. “Y/n hasn’t had a lot of time lately. Maybe they didn’t think about using this spell.”
“Maybe. All you need to do is open the capsule and the smoke will lead you to your destination.” Scott twisted the lid off and let the smoke out. The light smoke hovered in the air for a moment, then a trail of it floated out of the loft and from what Scott could see from the window, down the street. He left the loft to follow the trail, but before he could leave the building a hand grabbed his arm.
“Scott...” There stood Lydia, her grip preventing Scott from going on further. Her expression was one of extreme concern.
“Yeah?”
“I need to ask you about y/n. Have they been acting...strange?”
“I mean, they haven’t been acting 100% like they used to, but I just assumed y/n was getting more used to being around people.”
“That’s not what I meant. When they aren’t with anyone, y/n’s been spending a lot more time in their house than normal and I’ve seen them headed out of the woods early in the morning.” Lydia shook her head in frustration, the frown across her face growing more sad than angry. “I just want to know what’s going on with them.”
Scott could understand being worried about a friend. He decided he would try to talk to y/n, if only to ease Lydia’s worries. “Listen, I’m meeting y/n later tonight. I’ll talk to them then, alright?”
“Yeah. Thanks Scott.” Scott left to follow the smoke trail, leaving Lydia behind to wonder what was wrong with her best friend.
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The smoke trail led to the last place Scott wanted or expected it to lead; y/n’s house. The door was slightly open and Scott entered the dark house, ready to see y/n laying dead on the floor.
It was so much worse than he expected.
“Y/n?” There was y/n, covered in blood and standing over two dead bodies. Y/n turned to face the teen wolf and grinned.
“Heeeey Scotty~” This wasn’t right; y/n couldn’t be the killer, they weren’t a werewolf! Then Scott saw the claws, the fangs, and the bright glowing blue of y/n’s eyes.
“Y/n, what did you do?”
Y/n put their hands up and shrugged. “Well I certainly didn’t bake a cake.”
“This isn’t a joke y/n, what did you do?!?!” With a huff y/n crossed their arms, annoyed that their boyfriend wasn’t laughing.
“Long story short, I fucked up a spell and got turned into a werewolf. Why didn’t you tell me hunting was this fun?” Fun? How could y/n think this was fun? Scott needed to distract them, look for an opportunity to take them down and figure out what the hell was going on.
“A spell did this?” Y/n smiled, fangs shining in the dim light from the street lamps outside.
“Yup. Kinda awesome, right?” Scott shook his head. Just a little closer and he could grab them.
“Y/n, this isn’t you. You’re hurting people.” An animalistic snarl came from y/n.
“And? So what! It’s not like any of them were important. A good chunk of them were terrible people.”
“That isn’t the point. You’re killing people. This isn’t a game.” Y/n turned their back, arms crossed in front of their chest.
“Who said it wasn’t?” Now! Scott took the opening and jumped at y/n, knocking them to the ground. After a short fight Scott grabbed an unconscious y/n and hoisted them over his shoulder. He needed to meet with the pack.
<—>
The pack was shocked to hear about y/n, but they were more concerned with what had happened to their packmate and friend. Until they could find an answer, y/n was left chained in the basement.
Later that week Deaton called up an old friend of his, a druid who lived a few hours away. The druid arrived and after a short examination of the (thankfully) sleeping y/n, spoke to the pack about their condition.
“So there’s two souls inside y/n right now?” The elderly woman nodded, her face serious as she delivered the news to the wolf pack.
“Yes. Whatever spell y/n was using either was a mistake or they did this on purpose.” Lydia shook her head. Y/n would have never done this on purpose, it wasn’t like them.
“So how do we separate them?” The druid smiled sadly. How full of hope these children were.
“We can’t.” Silence filled the room. Scott’s mouth opened and closed as if trying to find the right words to say. Stiles spoke up when Scott couldn’t find the words.
“Why not?” The druid sighed, and began to explain.
“If we had gotten to y/n sooner, then we might have been able to fix this. But both their souls and the werewolf’s are interwoven. You try to remove one...”
“...You’ll remove the other, and end up killing both of them.” Lydia finished the sentence with a defeated tone. Scott stood and started pacing agitatedly.
“So what now? We can’t leave them like this!” The druid was about to speak when a voice piped up from behind the group.
“Let me go.” All of them turned to face y/n, who was glaring angrily at all of them.
“I’m sorry y/n, we can’t do that.”
“Let me GO!” Y/n strained against the chains holding them by the wrist, the cold metal beginning to leave bruises along their skin. Scott rushed to their side, trying to get y/n to hold still.
“We’re trying to help you y/n, please calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself!” Y/n head snapped to their side, bright glowing blue eyes staring daggers at the other werewolf.
“That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you when I get out of here.”
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What did you guys think? Should I do a part three?
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Graduation // Scott McCall
Pairing: Scott x gender neutral reader
Request: ~Nope~
Author Note: I wrote this a few years ago for my Wattpad account, that’s why it’s weird crap :)
Warnings: None, just bad
Word Count: ~130
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You were a year younger than Scott, seventeen - almost eighteen. Nobody minded since you had been dating before Scott became a legal adult, and you were adorable together. He had asked you out while you were still a junior not caring what others thought.
You were finally graduating about to join Scott in the college life. He was driving back to Beacon Hills, which wasn't far. He came to see you graduate, and he was so proud of you. You had gotten lots of awards, and even got your French certificate.
When it was time for the reception you spent a while looking for him, but when you found him he grabbed you tightly and kissed you. Quickly ditching everyone you jumped on his bike and left.
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You don't have to do this if you don't want to but can do you do headcanons for young Sirius Black comforting reader with a horrible father?
two weeks
sirius black x gender-neutral. reader
summary: sirius comforts you after a bad christmas with your dad.
word count: 0.7k
cw: i accidentally wrote a fic not hc’s bc i read that wrong i’m so sorry, super short/super rushed, crying, mentions of alcoholic father (inferring abusive), mentions of absent mother, being disappointed in a parent, swearing, hurt/comfort
Two weeks.
Two weeks of ivory downfall and tiny specs of white decorating the land where children would be off with their parents in their overwhelming joy and boisterous laughter under viridescent trees with beaming lights and uneven shreds of wrapping paper decorating their flooring.
Not everyone had the opportunity to enjoy the merry joy of Christmas itself.
Rather than those children, you found yourself huddled in your room for the remaining fourteen days of the holidays while your father had wandered around in temporary addled bliss with booze slid between his fingers and his vocal cords strained from shouting.
Your mother had been nowhere in sight as your father, a man supposed to love and protect, would wonder the square footing of the house with a creak in his step as the faint noises played psychological torture with your psyche.
Two weeks was all it was; it was all it took for a small blabber of words to escape his mouth as it left you feeling like you had nothing. Therefore, upon your arrival back to Hogwarts it had felt like a Christmas miracle following the new term and its possibilities.
You had joined Sirius on the aged platform along with James and his deafening laughter. Sirius had been ecstatic regarding his time expended with the Potters and had much to speak apropos to it.
The feast, although had been filled with Dumbledore's mumbles of the new comings of the year and its wondrous possibilities, was enough for Sirius to direct his eyes next to him as the moment had been no more than dull or tedious to him.
His irises first glanced at your waterlogged lashes, and the tiddly streaks of moisture dotting in your cheeks were next.
It was like a children’s puzzle that was put together within minutes when he had figured out what had caused your distress.
He had excused himself from James, Remus, and Peter once the feast had ceased; The boys had heretofore done the same as Sirius - analyzing your quietness and your dulled behavior.
Nearly ten minutes later he had you curled in his lap, sat atop his bed in the shared dormitory yet the moment had filled with forlorn whimpers and your cries. Your final woes escaped your lips when he had finally inquired why you were distressed.
“S’alright, darling,” He whispered delicately, “I’m right here, I understand.” He pitifully continued.
You continued to weep. Your thumbs had collected your falling tears in haste at his murmurs, thoroughly embarrassed as to your blubbers amid his words.
“He just does this every time, and it fucking sucks because when he’s not falling over things absolutely drunk he actually seems like he’s gonna try harder; then he just doesn’t, and it’s disappointing all fucking over again!”
He almost couldn’t bear your sobs. The water stream of tears falling from the cerise rims of your oculars was a melancholic sight tearing open his heart.
“I know, baby,” His hand delicately stroked at your spine. “I know, and I'm here for whatever you need,” Sirius affirmed firmly before speaking once more.
“Mirrors can be cruel sometimes and when your dad looks in his eyes, and when he realizes what he’s done to you and what he’s ruined. He’s gonna realize s’too late. ‘Cause after school's done, I’m taking you, wherever the bloody hell you wanna go.” He spoke almost poetically.
“It’s me and you, and the boys of course, but it’s you and me.” He whispered amid his sentence sarcastically, a trembling grin gracing your lips.
“There it is,” Sirius whispered again, the pad of his thumb dancing faintly across the clammy skin of your face.
“Thank you, Sirius.”
“Don’t thank me,” He shook his head. “It's you and me, forever.”
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pov:ur drunk as shit and remus is tryna take care of u and make sure u don’t get hurt and ur just telling him that he’s ruining the fun and he tells u he’s just trying to make sure nothing goes wrong and he puts u to bed and it’s all cute n shit😚 thanks bestie✊ also i’m such a big fan, i literally look up to u🥰
taking care of you
remus lupin x gender neutral!reader
summary: remus takes care of you while you’re drunk.
word count: 1.2k
warnings: mentions of throwing up, mentions of smoking marijuana, mentions of alcohol, getting drunk and high, remus taking care of reader, swearing, kissing, pet names, fluff !
a/n: were literally on ft wym fan😐 and 2. the reader is wearing makeup so it could be implied fem but idrk?
“Bugger off, Remus.” You groaned, your eager hand sluggishly pushing at the Lycanthropes stiff torso. He snorted at your fatigued behaviours in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room, the intense pungent scents of Cannabis and Firewhisky soaring through the dull air. After heartily partaking in drinking plenty of shots for the spectacled male’s birthday as it efficiently was a grand celebration in his eyes that, rightfully, deserved some smuggling of Alcohol.
Unfortunately, for you, as well as your moral dignity, Remus had inevitably found you indolently waving your arms (Terribly attempting to dance) among other students soothing their drinks and puffing a shortening blunt that the Hufflepuffs had supplied.
The first time Remus had wisely decided to seek and beckon you off to his dormitory was after you were sat upon the Vermillion loveseat and had inhaled the grey pungent smog, a scarlet tinge began to bloom in the ivory pigments of your irises after the smoke had that infested your lungs and swirled to your addled brain, a hazy sense taking over your optics as well as your senses.
As you persevered the blunt between your agile digits, the distinctive aroma seething through your lungs had escaped into your trachea causing frequent rasps to escape with difficulty from the carmine pit of your throat. As terribly embarrassing as it had undoubtedly felt post-coughing fit, you had jumped up upon one of the tables dramatically singing (Mind you; it was terrible singing) an ABBA track that was lingering through the wood as the baritones continued to spew from the magically induced speakers.
After your abrupt karaoke outburst that could’ve had sober peers intentionally throwing their overflowing cups at you, Marlene had finally beckoned you to the dance floor where Remus had discovered you dancing and shouting into oblivion; amid your unsober tangent, Remus had endeavoured to inevitably make you rest, but, you had mumbled incoherently about how he was ‘ruining James’ birthday fun.’ For genuinely wanting you to sleep soundly through a hangover like a normal human. But, he had only chuckled at your intoxicated insinuations.
“Bunny, I’m just trying to make sure you don’t get wounded!” He laughed once more as you continue to flail your arms around under the strobing lights that had varied between various hues. At his grip you began to whine, with a groan adamantly following when he grasped onto the curvature of your waist, essentially barricading your drastic movements. “But ‘m having s’much fun!” You slur in a mumble.
“‘M a big girl, don’t need your help” Your grumble is the least bit threatening as his brow raised counteractively. Removing his hands from your waist, he encased your cheeks in an enclasp causing a pinched expression to twist onto your intoxicated features, seemingly squishing your lips into a jutted point. Laughing at his actions as well as your contorted expression he placed a faint kiss to the tip of your nose before venturing to persuade you once more.
“If you come up to bed, I’ll buy you anything you want from Hogsmeade.”
“Remus you already do that when I’m sober.”
“If you don’t come to my dorm, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and bring you there myself.”
“You wouldn’t” Continuing to undoubtedly provoke him through your pout. He removed his hands from your face as well as beginning to slouch down to your level before you hastily backed away. “Fine, fine! If you carry me, I’ll puke!”As Remus instantly regained his height, he stretches out his hand, his warm tingling palms melds with your own whilst he hauls you towards the shallow staircase before your scrambled thoughts could change your mind.
“Have fun, Lupin!” A boisterous yell by the Gryffindor male is emitted through the common room, turning around abruptly he watches as Sirius promptly sends him a wink, merely receiving a lewd gesture of Remus’ finger as a response from the Lycanthrope. After forcibly returning you to his dormitory, you stumbled awkwardly upon his indigo trunk with a warm palm clutched frantically to your forehead, a light glaze of perspiration slick on your forehead.
“My head feels funny…” You slurred once the hazy shapes had begun to sufficiently clear from your vision.
“That’s what happens when you drink too much, Baby.”
“Shhh, too loud.” You carefully looked into his hazel optics unaccompanied by the usual reflection of auburn tones of mahogany and spring buds of viridescent, without the comforting hues of mocha brown and lincoln green that twinkled under the suns rays, you were bewildered as too why his optics were so dark in your bleared state, (Mind you the lights were off) While earnestly pressing your forefinger against his parched lips, it felt as if alphabet soup was stirred feebly in your disordered brain and pouring out of your lips.
“I’m— stomach hurts, head hurts, wanna cuddle.” You began to blubber out in delirium, completing your sentence by opening up your arms and expecting the boy to climb into your slouched arms.
“Gotta get you out of those clothes first.” Remus cooed, lifting you from his trunk which only emitted a tired moan from you. Naturally following a delicate kiss pressed to your forehead, he skillfully unlocked his trunk with one hand to pull out some clothes for you; his other having a heavy grip on your torso.
His palms intuitively grasping a loose Beatles T-Shirt additionally a pair of your night shorts you had left in his dormitory for when you slept there (Not without Sirius and James’ teasing as expected) After removing your uncomfortable shoes with a prominent stumble from you, he had begun to steadily dress you in more appropriate clothes to sleep in, his scent of vanilla soon about to enclose you in a warm clutched embrace.
“Could you go any slower?” After groaning for the umpteenth time, he chuckles, yet again, at your antics, “Would you like to spill your guts everywhere?”He inquires while tapping at your bum as a signal he had carefully finished dressing you.
“Oh fuck, I still have makeup on.” While mewling your sentence Remus had gently placed you upon on his bed, the woollen comforter tickling at your backside as you laid upon his bed to relieve the prodding agony that was tapdancing, like a dancer, around your skull. Snickering at your state, one of the faux eye-lashes glued to your lash line about to undoubtedly fall off your eye he retreated to the small bathroom that had been shared among the five boys with a slight shout, “Don’t go anywhere!”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” You replied bluntly in a grumble. He steadily padded back to his bed you were sprawled upon, your eyes promptly falling shut as he gently dragged the wipe against your features, his thumb running against the clean textures of your cheek. Grabbing his thumb, you gently pressed a chaste kiss to his palm, furtherly placing it upon your cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Always, Bunny, always.” His lips began to quirk up at your gentle demeanour amid his soft gaze you naturally began to doze off in a befuddled formality. “C’mon, let’s get you in bed.” Removing the cerise quilt, he twisted you onto your side in case during the night you would require the position due to the alcohol flipping in your stomach.
After alternating his clothes into some comfortable ones he situated himself in a tangle of your legs and an arm wrapped around your waist. He carefully pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head whilst instantly removing the dishevelled hair that clung to your exposed neck. “Goodnight Baby.” He murmured tenderly, his prominent chin falling above your head. “Love you.”
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But You Love Me
Angel Reyes x GN!Reader
Request by @bellinitini / @narcolini: hellooo could i request something angel x reader based on the bit of poetry you reblogged that starts “i just said something ridiculous…” because it just screammms him 🥺 and if possible could the reader be gender neutral? (In reference to This Post)
Warnings: 18+ ‘cause this blog is 18+ y’all, language, Angel being a nudge
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: A happy, domestic little somethin’ somethin’ for our blorbo ❤️ I really loved writing the comfort and ease of this. He deserves a perfectly ridiculous kind of love.
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It was the third time that you had shooed Angel out of the kitchen while you were trying to cook dinner. You waved the wooden spoon at him, trying to come off more menacing than you were capable of. He laughed as he let you gently push him to the other side of the eat-at counter that separated your kitchen from the actual dining room. He plopped down onto the stool, a smile plastered on his face as he made a quip about traumatic flashbacks from his childhood when you started swinging that spoon around.
“And yet you never learned to stay out of the kitchen while someone else is cooking,” you chuckled, shaking your head as you returned your attention to the pot on the stove.
“Then you can’t say I never tried to help,” there was a smirk on his face as he forward and crossed his arms on top of the counter.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it.
You listened to him talk while you cooked. He started telling you all about what had been going on at the clubhouse the last few days, and you listened intently even if you weren’t looking at him. There was something so calming about his voice in conjunction with the sound of the boiling water on the stove and the music that you had been playing from your speakers before he got home. For all the little jabs you threw his way about wanting him out of the kitchen while you were cooking, nothing made a house feel more like home than him being there.
You heard the sound of the stool moving across the floor and you immediately looked back over your shoulder. Angel laughed, shaking his head as he held his hands up in surrender, “Just gonna grab a beer.”
Shaking your head, you motioned for him to sit back down, “I got it.”
“C’mon, I can get my own—”
“You’re gonna come over here to get your beer,” you threw air-quotes around the words, “and then you’re gonna get nosey. So park it,” you gestured to the stool again.
“Damn, tough crowd here,” the smirk didn’t fade from his face for even a second.
You set down your spoon before walking over to the fridge and pulling a bottle off the shelf for him. After shutting the fridge door, Angel caught the look that you cast between the bottle and the edge of the counter. He knew what you were thinking.
“Don’t do it,” he was trying not to laugh.
“I really want to though,” your shoulders shook slightly as you tried not to laugh.
“I know, corazón,” he tried his best to not sound amused by the whole thing, “but you have never been able to. You’re gonna fuck up the counter.”
“But it’d be so worth it if I finally got it.”
He shook his head, toying with his beard for a moment as he watched you really weigh out the pros and cons of what you were about to do. He wouldn’t have been able to wipe the smile off his face even if he tried. He had no idea why you were so determined to be able to use the edge of the counter to open beer bottles, but he’d watched you struggle with it time and time again at the clubhouse. It didn’t matter there, that bar was so beat up a few more dents and scratches along the edge wouldn’t even be noticed by anyone. But you had nice countertops.
“Just get the bottle opener,” he tried not to sound too bossy.
“How’d you learn to do it?” you asked, still not opening the drawer to get what he’d just told you to grab.
“I’m just that good,” he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.
You rolled your eyes, “You’re such a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?”
“But you love me,” the retort came with no hesitation.
You couldn’t hide your smile with sarcasm so you didn’t even try, “I love you,” you paused, eyes flicking back to the edge of the counter, “But I’m still gonna—”
“I will come over there and bother you for the rest of the time that you’re cooking. Swear to god,” he laughed, bracing his palms flat against the counter like he was about to get up.
“Okay, okay!” you laughed, holding your hands up in defeat, “I won’t do it. Damn. Never knew you were so passionate about preserving my countertops.”
“I’m not,” he situated himself back in his seat, “but I’m not gonna listen to you be pissed off about them after you do it.”
“Hmm,” you chuckled as you grabbed the bottle opener and popped the top off the bottle with ease, “that doesn’t sound like me.”
“It doesn’t?” the amusement saturated his expression.
“I never get frustrated about anything, Reyes. I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s like you don’t even know me,” you beamed as you handed the bottle over to him.
He laughed as he took the bottle from you, “About anything?”
You shook your head as you flung the bottle cap at him, “No. I’m level-headed all the time. Never lost my cool a day in my life.”
He stopped himself just before he took a sip, laughter bubbling over and out of him, “Never? Really?” he shook his head, “That’s what you’re going with?”
“Yea,” you smiled at him, “I’m tellin’ ya, you must be thinking of someone else.”
His hand covered his mouth for a moment, shaking his head as he dragged his fingers down through his beard. The grin on his face gave away how hard he was trying to avoid laughing. Taking a deep breath, he brought the bottle back to his lips without another word.
You turned back around to the stove, continuing to speak as you checked on dinner, “But if something was gonna make me lose it, it’d be the fucking bottlecaps.”
He coughed, unable to let out a real laugh past the beer he had been trying to swallow. He set the bottle down on the counter, pressing his hand to his chest as he tried to get himself under control. He was still laughing when he did, though. Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but to watch you. You’d glanced over your shoulder to make sure he was alright, your features easing into a smile when his laughter filled the kitchen.
“You’re somethin’ else,” a laugh punctuated his statement.
“But you love me,” you tossed his words back at him.
He chuckled, nodding, “I do. I really do.”
Another soft laugh fell from his lips as he lifted the beer bottle back to his lips. Your eyes lingered on him for a moment before returning your attention to the stove. The sound of him laughing was something you could listen to all day every day and never get tired of it. If you could’ve bottled it up and carried it with you, you would’ve. Seeing Angel Reyes happy, being the reason behind the laughter, there just wasn’t anything better than that.
“Do the bottlecaps bother you more than me being in the kitchen with you?” he asked, and even without looking at him you knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face.
“That’s a tough one,” you chuckled, shaking your head before turning around, “Don’t think it’s something you wanna figure out, though,” you wagged the spoon at him again.
“Always with the violence,” he chuckled.
“Not always,” you corrected, a smile spreading across your face, “just in my kitchen.”
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I want to start writing stories but have no ideas so I'm gonna ask for requests
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I will write any AU.
If you can think of anymore people/characters you would like me to write about please just ask but be aware I don't watch that much tv or anything so I may not know them x
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When You are Cold
Scott
Scott would notice you’re cold when you kept leaning into him and trying to steal his supernatural-hyper-werewolf-warmth. And even if he’s happy for an excuse to touch you, he’d immediately share his coat with you.
Scott is more than happy and hyper eager to share his jacket with you. Is that because he’s looking forward to it smelling like you when he gets it back? Definitely.
He’ll probably buy you some hot chocolate, or cider, something to keep your hands warm. If you’d rather hold his hands instead though, well, he certainly won’t say no. ☺️
You’d see him sneaking looks at you the rest of the day, though if you ask him about it he’ll just lean in and kiss you—romantic sap....
Stiles
He had his arm over your shoulders, but didn’t realize you were that cold until you were shivering. Even if you weren’t complaining, he’d still make a big deal out of it because he never wants you to be anything other than perfectly comfortable.
“I TOLD you to bring a jacket!”
He grumbles as he slides his own hoodie off, pulling it around your shoulders and zipping it up for you.
He’d keep his arm around your shoulders, but kept asking if you were warm the rest of your outing.
Is he cold? Yes. Will he admit to that?? What do you think.
Hold his hand and walk back to somewhere warm, because he is not taking that jacket off of you.
Derek
Derek would notice you were cold before you realized it: our beefcake boi is observant and hyper aware of you, he saw you subconsciously warming your hands. If he’s not wearing a jacket, he’d happily buy the the classiest, comfiest and warmest jacket. Otherwise, he’d politely ask if you’d like to borrow his leather jacket.
To which your response, of course, is UHHHH DUHH??
Derek’s big, goofy smile nearly blinded you.
He practically grew heart-shaped eyes as he saw you dwarfed in his jacket, the sleeves juuuust covering your thumbs.
He’s fine, of course. He only wore the jacket as his own iconic sense of style and in case you were cold. Doesn’t matter how cold it actually is, so long as you are comfortable.
Isaac
SCARF WULF is gonna TEASE you for being cold, and demand up-front payment before he shares his jacket.
It’s a kiss, he wants a kiss, but his ears will turn warm as you oh-so-happily comply. (He only pretends to be smooth.)
He’ll give you his jacket, sure, he’ll even give you his scarf. And while it’s mostly because he wants to keep you warm, its also fun to grab the ends of the scarf and reel you in. Of course he might pretend to be cold just to keep the scarf wrapped around both of you....
Catch him twirling you down the sidewalk every now and then, as he figures movement equals blood flow equals keeping you warm....he’s a sweet boy, but he’s overthinking it. Just pull his arm around your shoulders and lean in close, because cuddles equal warm, too.
Allison
Our Ally girl is firstly gonna tease you a bit when she notices you sidling up to her trying to get warm, then take your hands between hers and warm them up, looking over your knuckles with her doe eyes and shooting you a wink. If you’d fit in her clothes, she’ll happily button her coat on you, admiring how cute you look in it, of course. If not, she’ll buy you something: and you can bet your ass it’s gonna be the dorkiest, fluffiest, most ridiculous sweater she can find. Oh, and it definitely has feathers on it, too.
Shoot forward a day or two and she notices you haven’t thrown the thrifty find away? She’ll call you a sentimental fool as she turns pink. Just kiss her, please.
But you should know that sweater basically equals lingerie at this point. Allison will never get over just how much YOU happen to adore HER in return.
Lydia
Lydia, ever the prepared woman, has an extra coat for you in your size, in a very complementary style, and oh? It’s a heated jacket, too?? Nothing less for her beloved.
She’s got the gloves, hat, scarf and anything else she could possibly find to go with it.
Buuuut on the off chance you guys are a ways from her car, where she happens to have such a coat prepped in the trunk? She’s taking her coat off and throwing it over your shoulders, regardless wether it fits or not.
Whatever. Just hold her hand and kiss that beaming face, Lydia will never stop trying to find ways to take care of you and make you happy.
Malia
Malia tends to walk around without a jacket unless it’s there’s literally ice on the ground, so when you mention that you’re a wee bit cold, she’ll be buying you a jacket. And it is puffy, warm, and probably overlarge because she was nervous it wouldn’t fit you. Points also if it has a wolf or coyote printed on it.
When you excitedly slip into it, she’s ducking her head grinning, happy to be able to provide for you.
But now she’s asking you every other minute whether or not you’re warm enough. Hesitate too long, and she’ll be buying you a hat, a scarf, gloves, and she’s just on the verge of purchasing these really terrible 80s, orange neon legwarmers when you insist that the only thing you need to warm you is HER.
Cue our adorable girl goofy smiling, taking your hand and happily complying.
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heyy i saw your requests are open and i just couldnt resist. could you write some george weasley x reader fluff where gender neutral reader is having nightmares? like, nightmares where george leaves them, or breaks up with them because they're not good enough? and then they wake up scared and crying and a mess, and george tries to help them trough their panic and reassure them? that would be awesome. i really like your writing style! and your blog! :) and sorry for my bad english.
All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.
George Weasley x GN!Reader
Words: 734
Warnings: Slight Panic Attack, Fluff, Nightmare, Nightmare George.
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I run through the halls of Hogwarts, thankful that no one was up this early. My feet splash against the small puddles forming against the cobblestone. A shiver runs up my spine, the cool water shocking my senses.
I push the thought to the back of mind, focusing on the task at hand.
Finding George.
My legs slow down the moment I reach the courtyard, George standing with his back to me in the rain, water dripping from his dark coat.
“George!” My voice carries through the air, a loud clap of thunder shaking the ground. He doesn’t move a muscle causing my eyebrows to knit together.
“George!”
I run through the courtyard, my breath hitching at the sight before me, George’s hands on a blonde’s waist, his lips locked on theirs.
“No.” The whisper makes my mouth go dry, George’s eyes locking onto mine. The mysterious blonde with their back to me, no identifying features.
George chuckles, leaning down to whisper in the mysterious person's ear, his eyes wandering over me.
“Y/n is pathetic, honestly.”
“Thinking they matter.” My eyes start to burn, fingernails digging into my palm, sickness filling my body. George bends down as the person whispers to him, his bellowing laugh causing the thunder to copy.
“You’re right, they’ll never be good enough for a Weasley.”
“George please.”
“Why are you even here? I’m done with you, can’t you see I have moved on?” My eyes trail over the unidentified person, a lump in my throat forming as I start to gasp for air.
George’s hands rest on my shoulders before he begins to shake me.
“Wake up.”
My eyebrows knit together, confusion clouding my mind as George disappears into darkness.
I jolt awake, inhaling a sharp breath, George’s body hovering over mine.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?”
I blink a few times, trying to figure out where I am. My eyes dart around the room, noticing the familiarity of George’s dorm. George cups my face, brushing away a few of the stray tears that have fallen on my face.
“You-” My mouth opens and closes, trying to comprehend what just happened. “A nightmare.” I whisper, confirming with myself, my chest feels tight, the scene replaying over and over in my head. George’s words ringing through my ears.
‘You’re right, they’ll never be good enough for a Weasley.’
“Y/n, darling, breath for me okay?”
My eyes lock with Georges, my vision blurry from the fresh tears forming. I take in a deep shaky breath, feeling my lip begin to quiver. The feeling of pins and needles dancing across my face. George places my hand on his chest over his heart.
“Focus on me, I’m here, this is real.” I focus my eyes on my hand, feeling George’s heartbeat under my finger tips. My eyes flutter closed as I focus on my breathing, George’s hand squeezing mine that rests on his chest.
“Good job Y/n.” His lips press against my forehead, a soft exhale passing mine.
“George, you said I wasn’t good enough.”
His face screws up in disgust, his mouth opening to protest my words before I continue.
“You were standing there with someone, your hands on their hips, both whispering to each other about how pathetic I am, how you don’t think I’m good enough for you.” A hiccup bubbles through my body, my eyes stinging from the tears that flow down my face.
“Darling.” He takes my hands in his, kissing the back of my palms.
“That thought has never passed my mind, it will never pass my mind. You’re my person, my everything, you’re too good for me. More than enough for me.”
“You left me, you told me you were done.”
George pouts, shaking his head. His grip on my hands tightening reassuringly.
“Y/n, never, you’re all I will ever need and want.”
“I’m so scared to lose you.”
“I’m right here, love.”
I nod softly, running a hand through my hair. The tightness in my chest has faded which has caused my breathing to fall back into a normal rhythm.
“I love you.” George whispers as he leans in closer to my face, our lips brushing against each other in a soft, reassuring kiss.
“I love you so much.”
George smiles at me, quickly placing another kiss against my lips. All of my doubts wash from my brain, knowing that I am good enough for George Weasley.
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