Honey Bee

1999. Bub/Bee. Ice coffee obsessed. Music lover. Candyfloss girl. Disney Princess.🧸

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Hi! Welcome to my main masterlist! As you can see I write for many fandoms and groups! Hope you can find something you enjoy reading! 

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BTS

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Sturniolo triplets

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Hey guys! Sorry I've not posted in ages, I've been working on an original story. I'm excited for it to be posted but also kinda scared since my last one kinda flopped 😥 I'm hoping to return soon and post some new stuff. Thank you to everyone who still supports me. 💓

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Missing Maknae ~ SVT 14th!Member AU

Summary: A day off in the dorms never meant quiet, but when the guys realise you're not home, they all panic because they never know what trouble you'll get into alone.

Warnings: Chaos

The dorm was too quiet.

That alone should’ve been the first warning sign.

“Where’s Y/n?” Seungcheol asked, glancing up from his phone, already suspicious.

Silence.

Thirteen heads slowly turned.

"In her room?" Chan said, more like asked.

With that, thirteen grown men rushed upstairs to your room, which was empty when Seungcheol pushed the door open.

"Okay, let's not panic." Jun said, trying to create some order.

"That girl gets into no end of trouble and you're saying not to panic?" Seungkwan called.

Jun sighed as the all ran through the dorms searching for you.

"Not in anyone's bedroom!"

"Not out back!"

"Not in the fridge!"

The thirteen of them grouped back together, "Okay, well, just call her. Maybe she went to the store or park." Joshua suggested.

Mingyu was first to call your phone, but when all of them heard ringing from under the sofa, the panic seem to rise.

"Where would she be!"

Meanwhile....

Over at the company, you were sat in Jihoon's studio. It was quiet and warm. You needed a bit of space and knew this was the place to go.

You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by at least fifteen plushies.

A tiny pink speaker next to you blasted music while you happily hummed, iced coffee in hand, sketchbook balanced on your knee. Your tongue poked out slightly in concentration as you added sparkles to a doodle of the members - each one drawn as a different animal.

“Seungcheol oppa is definitely a lion…” you mumbled. “And Jeonghan… hmm… trickster bunny.”

You giggled to yourself.

Peaceful. Safe. Thriving.

~~~~

Back at the dorm, chaos had reached a whole new level.

“This is bad.”

“This is really bad.”

“We lost the maknae.”

“WE LOST THE MAKNAE.”

Seungcheol was pacing now, hands on his head. “Nobody leaves. We’re figuring this out.”

“She could’ve been kidnapped,” Chan said, immediately regretting it when twelve heads snapped toward him.

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!” Seungkwan yelled.

“I’M JUST SAYING-”

“DON’T SAY IT!”

“Okay, think,” Joshua said, trying to stay calm. “Where does Y/n usually go?”

“…Did anyone check the company?”

Everyone froze.

Slowly… very slowly…

Heads turned toward Jihoon as he blinked.

“…Why are you all looking at me?”

~~~~

Back at the company, you were completely unaware of the crisis unfolding.

You had now moved from drawing to carefully lining up your plushies.

“This is the performance unit,” you said seriously, placing them in a neat row.

You adjusted one slightly.

“No, you’re off beat. Fix yourself.”

A sip of iced coffee.

“Much better.”

But then the studio door suddenly BURST opened, making you jump so hard you nearly dropped your drink.

Thirteen very panicked, slightly sweaty, extremely dramatic men stood there.

You blinked.

They blinked.

“…Hi?”

There was a half-second pause, and then,

“Y/n!!!”

You barely had time to react before you were engulfed.

“WE THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE-”

“WHY IS YOUR PHONE AT HOME-”

“DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG WE’VE BEEN LOOKING-”

“WE ALMOST CALLED THE POLICE-”

“THE POLICE?!” you shrieked.

Seungcheol grabbed your shoulders, scanning you like you might disappear again.

“Are you okay?”

“…Yes??”

“Did anyone bother you?”

“No??”

“Did you eat?”

“…I have iced coffee?”

“That is NOT food!”

You looked around at all of them, overwhelmed but… smiling.

“I just wanted quiet,” you admitted, softer now. “Jihoon oppa’s studio is comfy…”

Jihoon, who had been catching his breath in the doorway, blinked.

“…You came here on purpose?”

You nodded.

“…With fifteen plushies?”

“They like the acoustics.”

“…The acoustics.”

Jeonghan had already picked up your sketchbook again.

“Oh, she added more.”

You lunged. “DON’T EXPOSE ME-”

Too late.

“Why am I a deer?” Joshua asked, amused.

“Because you’re gentle!”

“I like that.”

“Why am I a rock?” Mingyu frowned.

“Because you trip over everything.”

“…That’s fair.”

Seungcheol sighed, running a hand down his face, the adrenaline finally wearing off.

“You scared us.”

That made you pause.

“…Sorry.”

The room softened instantly.

“No, hey,” Joshua said gently. “It’s okay. Just… tell us next time, yeah?”

You nodded, a little sheepish. “Okay.”

It went quiet for a second before Soonyoung then spotted the plushie lineup and gasped.

“IS THIS A CHOREOGRAPHY FORMATION?!”

“Yes.”

“…Which one am I?”

“The tiger.”

He clutched his chest. “I knew it.”

And just like that, the chaos followed you, because wherever you went, Seventeen wasn’t far behind.

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TO ALL ENGENES!

please do not scroll, this is a very important message that ALL ENGENES must do if we want heeseung back.

as most of you might know, heeseung has "decided" to leave the group to focus on his solo career. BUT, this is not true.

heeseung DID NOT decide to leave the group, he was forced to. he was apparently seen crying and "crashing out" in a hybe hallway which CLEARLY shows it was not his decision. to add on, just a few days ago he was speaking about the world tour coming up, and participating in activities and events LIKE NORMAL. it was be so weird just for him to leave like that.

ENGENE, we are a team. we can bring heeseung back. for example, MARK FROM NCT. he left the group exactly like this but came back due to the FANS PROTESTS. WE CAN DO THIS FOR HEESEUNG ASWELL! PLEASE DO THIS SO OUR HEE CAN COME BACK.

THIS IS NOT FAIR! OTHER ARTISTS LIKE: YEJI FROM ITZY, TWICE MEMBERS, TXT MEMBERS, BTS MEMBERS AND MANY MORE ARTISTS ARE ALLOWED TO PURSUE THEIR SOLO CAREER WHILE BEING IN A GROUP. BUT NOT HEESEUNG??

we all call for heeseung's return while ALLOWING HIM THE FREEDOM TO PURSUE HIS SOLO CAREER.

ENHYPEN WILL ALWAYS BE SEVEN!

SEVEN OR NOTHING!

please reblog to spread awareness!!

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What's in the Box ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Tagging along with your brothers is always fun, but filming a video guessing what’s in a box, even better!

Warnings: Possible language, platonic nicknames.

Reader's Age: 5

You loved watching your brothers film - it was always fun, always chaotic, and it never failed to make you laugh. Usually, Nick, Matt, and Chris filmed at home, but lately they’d started switching things up, filming in new places and trying out different ideas.

“Alright, kiddo, sit right here, you’ve got the best view!” Chris said, guiding you to a chair just behind the camera.

“Okay!” you replied cheerfully, your excitement making all three of them smile.

You stayed quiet while they filmed, legs swinging slightly as you watched. One by one, they were blindfolded and made to reach into a box, guessing what was inside. The doll freaked you out the most- you scrunched your nose every time one of them touched it. The noodles, though? Hilarious. And the snake was actually kind of cool.

When they reached the final round - the water balloon - Nick clapped his hands together dramatically.

“Alright,” he said, grinning, “we’ve got a special guest for this one.”

You froze for a second.

“Today, our little sister is joining us!” Matt shouted.

“And for this round,” Nick added, turning toward you, “Y/n is gonna be the one guessing.”

You giggled and hopped off the chair, rushing over to them. They’d set up a small step just for you, and the big box was swapped out for a smaller one so you could reach inside more easily.

“Ready, petal?” Matt asked softly.

“Ready!” you cheered.

Chris gently covered your eyes while something was placed inside the box. You could hear them laughing, which made your curiosity spike. When Chris finally moved his hands away, you slid your arms into the box, feeling around carefully.

“Any ideas?” Chris asked.

“Ummm… it’s something soft,” you said thoughtfully.

“Ooo, soft?” Nick teased.

You looked over at him and giggled before focusing again. After a few more seconds, it clicked.

“It’s a plush!” you exclaimed.

“You are correct!” Nick cheered, pulling out a small brown dog plush.

“And for guessing right,” he added, handing it to you, “you win this cute little guy.”

“Really? Thank you!” you squealed, immediately hugging Nick, then Matt, then Chris.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Matt said fondly.

You smiled and sat back down, clutching your new plush dog while they wrapped up the video. Curled up with it in your arms, you decided - without a doubt - that this was your favourite video they’d ever filmed.

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Parents of the Group ~ Mark Lee

Summary: You and Mark have dated for a couple of years now and the other members of NCT see you as a sister, but the Dream members, they tease you and Mark, tagging you as the parents of the group.

Warnings: Possible language, teasing, sexual jokes, fluff.

When you and Mark first got together - after months of mutual obliviousness and painfully obvious stolen glances - everything moved at a gentle pace. There was no rush, no grand declarations. Just late-night messages and shared snacks.

Eventually, he introduced you to the rest of NCT.

You hadn’t expected to fit in so naturally, but somehow you did. Somewhere between shared meals and waiting around backstage, you stopped being “Mark’s girlfriend” and became family. A sister. A constant. You were there on the good days - the wins, the celebrations - and the bad ones, when practice ran too long or exhaustion sat heavy on everyone’s shoulders.

The older members would smile knowingly, the occasional comment slipping out about how you and Mark were “cute” or “well-matched,” paired with a laugh and a shake of the head.

Dream, however, took it to a completely different level.

Somehow, without either of you agreeing to it, you and Mark were labeled the parents of the group.

And they never let you forget it.

~~~~

You push open the door to the practice room quietly, the familiar sound of music and sneakers squeaking against the floor greeting you instantly. Dream are mid-run through choreography, bodies moving in perfect sync, until Jeno catches sight of you in the mirror.

“Oh,” he says loudly, smirk already forming. “Mum’s here.”

The music cuts abruptly.

Mark groans. “Please don’t.”

Too late.

Jaemin turns around, eyes lighting up as if you’ve just handed him ammunition. “Wow, you came to check on Dad at work?” he teases. “That’s so supportive.”

You drop your bag near the wall, folding your arms. “I came to watch practice. Not whatever this is.”

Renjun scoffs. “That’s what all parents say. Then they start judging.”

“Are you judging us?” Chenle gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. “Because if so, I’ll clean my room. I swear.”

Mark’s ears are already red as he walks over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your temple like it might shield him from the chaos. It doesn’t.

Jisung grins. “Hyung, you’re way nicer when she’s around. It’s kind of suspicious.”

Jaemin hums. “Yeah. Almost like you’re trying to behave.”

“Trying?” Jeno adds. “Or failing?”

You raise an eyebrow, glancing at Mark. “Is this how you act when I’m not here?”

“They exaggerate,” he mutters, though the guilty smile gives him away.

Renjun tilts his head. “So who’s stricter? You or Mark?”

Before he can answer, Jaemin jumps in. “Oh, definitely her. Mark just pretends to be tough.”

“Hey!” Mark protests.

You shrug innocently. “Someone has to keep him in line.”

The room erupts.

“Ooooh,” Chenle sing-songs. “In line where, exactly?”

Mark chokes. “Why are you like this?”

Jaemin beams. “Because you’re in love. And it’s very obvious.”

You laugh, shaking your head as Mark hides his face in his hands. Despite the teasing, there’s warmth in it, affection wrapped in chaos. This is what it’s always been like with Dream.

Loud. Annoying. Ridiculously fond.

And judging by the way Mark squeezes your hand, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Controller of Chaos ~ Thor

Summary: Saturdays are your day for gaming. Sometimes you'll challenge the others, but today the only person home was Thor, how hard could it be?

Warnings: Possible language, fluff.

It was Saturday. Your sacred day. The day you conquered virtual worlds, defeated digital villains, and, most importantly, didn’t have to share the TV with anyone.

Except… today, the Avengers Tower was suspiciously quiet. That should’ve been a warning.

The only person home was Thor.

You didn’t think it would be a problem. He probably wouldn’t even know how to hold a controller. How hard could it be to game against the God of Thunder?

“Oh, greetings, mortal!” Thor boomed from the living room. He was wearing a t-shirt that said " Snack Time is Sacred" - you didn’t even know he owned clothes like that. “I sensed competition in the air. Have you summoned me for battle?"

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh… sure? You want to play?”

He grinned, wielding the controller like Mjolnir. “Aye! Let us see who is worthy!”

You didn’t get a chance to warn him about the rules of Mario Kart before Thor dove in. And by “dove in,” you mean he slammed every button at once and somehow spun his character in a perfect, chaotic circle that somehow took first place.

“What! How did you - no!” you shouted, laughing as he cheered like he’d won an actual war.

“Victory is mine!” Thor declared, standing on the couch dramatically. “The thunder compels me!”

You tried to focus, but he wasn’t done. Every time you got a lead, he’d do something… unusual.

He once threw a banana peel directly at your character and shouted, "Beware the wrath of Midgardian fruit!"

He pressed the jump button at random intervals, yelling, " I soar like the mighty eagle of Asgard!"

He somehow memorised every shortcut in the game after five minutes and started "strategically" bumping into you.

You ended up doubled over in laughter, trying to defend your tiny lead. “Thor! This is not how Mario Kart works!”

“Balderdash!” he cried. “It is exactly how Mario Kart works if you have the heart of a true warrior!”

By the time the last race ended, you were exhausted, defeated, and… oddly proud. Thor might be chaotic, but somehow he made your gaming Saturday way more fun than usual.

He looked at you, chest puffed out like he’d just saved the realm, and said, “Next Saturday, we shall duel again! You must prepare thyself, young champion.”

You groaned, picking up the scattered controllers. “Yeah… sure, Thor. Next Saturday.”

But secretly, you were already looking forward to it.

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Merry Christmas! If you celebrate it then I hope you have a wonderful day!

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Birthday Twins ~ Eric Sohn

Summary: You and Eric have been friends for years, bonding over your shared birthday, and you continue the tradition of celebrating it together once again.

Warnings: Possible language, fluff, platonic nickname.

A/N: Happy Birthday to one of the lovable maknae who I just so happen to dedicate my account to.

It was that time of year again. Your birthday. But of course, it wasn’t just your birthday. It was your best friend Eric’s too, because of all the days in the year, you somehow had to share this one.

You and Eric had been friends since childhood. You could still picture it clearly: a younger, overly energetic Eric barrelling up to you in class, demanding your name and announcing - like it was a legally binding contract - that you were now friends forever.

Annoyingly enough, he was right.

Eric had always been like that - loud, confident, and completely incapable of not dragging you into whatever he was excited about. Which was exactly why your phone buzzed nonstop the moment your birthday started.

Eric 🐿️: Birthday girl. Eric 🐿️: Wake up. Eric 🐿️: Tiny menace, it’s OUR day.

You groaned into your pillow, already smiling. “Tiny menace” had been his nickname for you since middle school, despite the fact that you’d grown taller than him for exactly two years before he caught up and never let you forget it.

By the time you made your way to the dorms later that evening, arms full of snacks you’d been told not to bring but did anyway, you could hear the chaos before you even knocked. Laughter, arguing, someone yelling about candles - definitely candles - and Eric’s unmistakable voice rising above the rest.

The door flew open.

“There she is!” Eric grinned, immediately slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Everyone say happy birthday to the menace!”

“Happy birthday!” echoed from all around as the rest of the members crowded in - ten familiar faces, all smiling, cheering, and somehow already teasing you like they’d known you forever too.

Someone shoved a party hat onto your head. Someone else stole the snacks from your arms. Eric tugged you inside, proudly presenting the room like he’d personally orchestrated the entire thing.

A slightly crooked cake sat on the table, candles already lit -double candles, because apparently sharing a birthday meant sharing the spotlight whether you liked it or not.

Eric leaned over, lowering his voice. “Told you I’d make it fun,” he said, eyes sparkling. “Best birthdays are the ones you don’t celebrate alone.”

And as you looked around at the laughter, the mess, and the people who’d somehow become family, you realised he was right. Again.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get louder, Eric clapped his hands dramatically.

“Alright! Everyone calm down,” he announced, failing to wait even half a second for silence. “It’s gift time.”

“Oh no,” you muttered, immediately suspicious.

Eric disappeared into his room and returned holding a neatly wrapped box, a grin already tugging at his lips. “For you, tiny menace. Don’t say I never do anything nice.”

“You say that every year,” you replied, taking the box anyway.

“And every year I outdo myself.”

The room went quiet as you carefully peeled back the wrapping. Inside was a delicate necklace, the chain catching the light as you lifted it out. For a moment, you just stared.

“Eric…” You looked up at him. “This is beautiful.”

He shrugged, suddenly very interested in the floor. “I saw it and thought of you. Figured it suited you, simple, but impossible to ignore.”

The members immediately lost it.

“Oooooh.” “That was smooth.” “Did you practice that?”

You laughed, cheeks warm as you gently closed the box. “I really love it. Thank you.”

Eric grinned, relieved. “Good. I was worried you’d throw it at me or something.”

You rolled your eyes. “Please. I’d never waste a gift.”

Then you cleared your throat. “Okay. My turn.”

His smile wavered. “Wait - now?”

“Yes, now.”

You handed him a slightly crumpled gift bag, and he reached inside, pulling out a soft sweatshirt, the exact one he’d been eyeing online for months but refusing to buy for himself.

Eric froze.

“No way,” he said quietly. “You’re kidding.”

“You wouldn’t stop talking about it,” you teased. “I figured I’d save you the trouble.”

He turned the sweatshirt over in his hands like it might disappear. Then, without hesitation, he pulled it on over his T-shirt.

“How do I look?” he asked, spinning once.

“Like someone who finally listens when people talk,” you said.

Eric laughed, pulling you into a quick hug. “Okay, okay. You win this year.”

“Obviously.”

The members groaned, but Eric just tightened his arm around your shoulders, still smiling.

Best friend. Same birthday. Same chaos.

Some traditions were simply unbeatable.

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Hunt, Heart, Home ~ Liam Dunbar

Summary: A few weeks after the library incident, the pack has taken you in. You love it, feeling a part of the family, but you can't deny the butterflies you get around Liam.

Warnings: None that I can see, let me know if I did miss anything.

Part one

A few weeks in Beacon Hills felt like a lifetime - mostly because being part of the pack meant something was always happening.

Training in the woods.

Late-night strategy sessions in Scott’s kitchen.

Malia dragging you out for “confidence-building hunts.”

Lydia helping you regulate your breathing when your claws twitched.

Stiles giving you the “how to survive Beacon Hills and not die” crash course.

But the biggest change was Liam.

Somewhere between late-night runs and shared glances across pack meetings, he stopped feeling like the boy who saved you in the library…

…and started feeling like the boy who watched you like you were the moon he’d been waiting for.

He wasn’t subtle. Not anymore.

~~~~

Tonight was pack training. Which meant you were once again flat on your back in the grass.

“Okay,” Liam said, hovering over you with a grin that was way too smug for someone who’d just knocked you down. “What did we learn?”

“That you punch like you’re trying to impress Scott,” you groaned.

Scott, arms crossed, failed to hide a smile. “He always punches like that.”

Liam offered you his hand. You took it - maybe too quickly - and he pulled you up with ease, stepping closer than necessary.

“Your turn to try knocking me down,” he said, still not letting go of your hand.

“Maybe she shouldn’t try to murder her teacher,” Stiles said from the sidelines. “We like Dunbar’s face. It’s… symmetrical.”

Malia shrugged. “I say aim for the jaw.”

Kira raised her hand. “I vote no one hits anyone in the jaw.”

Liam raised a brow at you, eyes full of challenge. “Well? You gonna try?”

You inhaled sharply, letting your wolf sharpen your senses—and then lunged.

You didn’t knock him over.

But you did slam him into a tree hard enough that Scott muttered, “Okay wow,” like he was mildly impressed.

Liam slid down the trunk with a soft groan. “Okay… that was good.”

You knelt in front of him. “Too good?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Perfect. Really perfect.”

His heartbeat was too fast. And you knew he knew that you could hear it.

~~~~

Later that night, the pack walked back toward the parking lot.

You slowed your steps, nerves buzzing. Liam noticed instantly.

He always noticed.

“You alright?” he asked softly.

“I’m fine. Just still learning how not to break trees with my head.”

He huffed a laugh. “For the record, that tree had it coming.”

There was a beat of quiet before he spoke again, gentler this time.

“You’ve gotten a lot stronger.”

You glanced at him. “You think so?”

“I know so.” He swallowed. “You’ve… changed. Not in a bad way. Just… more confident. More you.”

The words warmed you more than the night air.

“Is that why you stare at me during training?”

His steps faltered. “I- I don’t stare.”

You tilted your head. “Liam.”

He looked away, ears turning red. “Okay. I stare a little.”

You stopped walking altogether. He stopped too, breath catching when he realized how close you were.

The moonlight hit his eyes, bringing out that familiar gold simmer just beneath the surface.

“I know why you stare,” you said quietly. “Because I… stare too.”

Liam blinked. “You do?”

“Malia says it’s painfully obvious.”

“Oh my god,” Liam muttered under his breath.

You stepped closer, enough that his pulse jumped again. “Liam?”

“Yeah?”

“You can tell me how you feel.”

He hesitated only a moment, then exhaled like he’d been holding it for weeks.

“I like you.”

Then stronger. “A lot.”

Your heart tripped over itself. “Good.”

He blinked. “Good?”

You nodded. “Because I like you too.”

For a second he was frozen - wide eyes, flushed cheeks, breath shallow.

Then he smiled. Not the awkward one. Not the nervous one.

The soft, warm, absolutely undone one.

“Can I…” he asked, voice low, “…hold your hand?”

You didn’t even answer verbally, just slid your fingers into his. His whole body relaxed, like this was the thing he’d been waiting to breathe for.

He squeezed gently, thumb brushing your knuckles. “This okay?”

“More than okay.”

Behind you, Stiles’s voice echoed:

“SCOTT! THEY’RE DOING CUTE THINGS! I KNEW IT!”

Liam groaned. “Please ignore him.”

You laughed as the pack erupted in cheers, groans, and Malia shouting, “FINALLY!”

Liam laced your fingers tighter.

“Welcome to the pack,” he murmured, leaning in so only you could hear. “Officially this time.”

You leaned into him, smile stretching wide.

Beacon Hills might be dangerous. Chaotic. Terrifying.

But with Liam at your side - warm hand in yours, heart steady now that it was out in the open,

It finally felt like home.

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Fight, Rescue, Reveal ~ Liam Dunbar

Summary: Your the new girl at Beacon Hills, but your also the new werewolf, which causes a stir with a few of your classmates.

Warnings: Attempted injury, mild angst.

Part Two

Being the new girl at Beacon Hills High was already bad enough. Being the new werewolf was worse. You were supposed to stay unnoticed. Keep control. Avoid trouble.

But trouble found you anyway.

It started when Gabe closed his hand around your wrist just after fourth period. His smile was too sharp. Nolan hovered behind him, pale and anxious.

“Uh, can I help you?” you asked, already tense.

“Yeah,” Gabe said. “Come with us.”

The tone said don’t argue. The blade-shaped scent of metal coming from Nolan’s pocket said danger. Your wolf bristled.

Still, drawing attention would be worse.

They led you into the library. The far corner - empty, quiet, boxed in by shelves.

Gabe turned, eyes gleaming with certainty. “We know what you are.”

Your stomach dropped. “You don’t.”

“Really?” He nodded at your hands. “Then why are your nails turning into claws?”

You cursed under your breath. Stress had always triggered your shifts, and right now fear was ripping through your chest. The claws pushed fully through, glinting.

Nolan drew back, alarmed. “She’s like Dunbar…”

“Let me go,” you said firmly. “I don’t want to hurt anybody.”

Gabe snorted. “Yeah? Let’s see about that.”

He lunged.

Your eyes flashed gold. You caught his wrist before the knife touched you, shoved him back harder than intended-

He slammed into a table.

Nolan gasped. “Gabe-!”

You stepped back, breathing fast, instincts screaming. “Please. Stop. I don’t want this.”

“You’re dangerous,” Gabe spit, getting up with fury. “You’re a monster.”

You flinched - not from his words, but from the feeling boiling beneath your skin. Your control was slipping.

Then-

Footsteps. Fast. Familiar.

“Hey!”

Liam’s voice cut through everything.

He stormed around the bookcase, eyes wide. He put himself between you and the boys instantly, posture low, teeth bared.

“Back. Off.” His voice was nearly a growl.

Gabe tightened his hold on the knife, but his bravado cracked. Liam stepped forward again - fearless, furious.

“I said back off,” Liam repeated, claws sliding out.

Nolan tugged on Gabe’s arm, panicking. “Gabe, don’t.”

Gabe hesitated…but only for a second.

Before he could swing, Liam launched.

He ripped the knife from Gabe’s hand and threw him into the nearest chair so hard it toppled. Nolan stumbled away, trembling.

And then, a rush of air. Heavy footsteps. Voices calling your name.

Scott. Malia. Lydia. Stiles. Even Kira blinking into view.

The pack flooded into the corner of the library like a tidal wave.

Scott’s eyes glowed alpha red as he stepped in front of you, protective and calm all at once. “Is everyone okay?”

Liam was still vibrating with anger. “They cornered her. They were going to hurt her.”

Malia growled at Gabe. “Want me to put him through a wall?”

“N-no-” Gabe stuttered.

Scott lifted a hand, stopping Malia. “No walls. Not yet.” Then he turned to you - eyes softening. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine. Just… overwhelmed.”

Liam immediately stood at your side, not touching you but close enough that you could feel his warmth. “She didn’t attack anyone. She defended herself.”

Scott nodded, looking at you with a reassuring steadiness only an Alpha could manage. “You did the right thing.”

Gabe, cornered by a literal wall of supernatural teenagers, swallowed hard. “We-we didn’t mean-”

“Yeah, you did,” Malia snapped.

Lydia crossed her arms. “This is the part where you leave before things get worse.”

Scott tilted his head. “And they will get worse.”

Nolan practically dragged Gabe away. They fled the library without another glance back.

The moment they were gone, your knees finally gave out from the adrenaline crash. Liam caught you instantly, hands firm on your shoulders.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You let out a shaky breath. “I think so. Thanks to you.”

He gave you a small, lopsided smile. “I’m always going to come when you need me.”

Scott approached, warmth in his expression. “You’re safe now. And… if you want help learning control, or just someone to talk to, we’ve got your back.”

Stiles smiled. “All of us.”

Kira nodded. “You’re not alone here.”

Tears stung your eyes, not from fear this time, but relief.

Liam squeezed your hand gently. “Welcome to the pack… unofficially.”

You laughed softly, leaning into him. “Guess my secret didn’t last very long.”

“Beacon Hills never lets secrets last,” Scott said with a chuckle. “But that’s not always a bad thing.”

For the first time since arriving in town, you believed him.

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Reagents & Red Flags ~ Theo Raeken

Summary: As the pack are trying to work out Theo's true intentions, you stay late at the library, only to bump into the new arrival.

Warnings: Possible language, teasing, sarcasm.

The problem with chemistry wasn’t the equations. It was the fact that they insisted on multiplying the equations into forty-six different forms and then expected your sleep-deprived brain to understand all of them.

You were hunched over your notes at a corner table in the library - the same table you always used for studying, self-loathing, and pretending exams weren’t real. Your hair was in a messy bun you didn’t remember making. Your coffee was cold. Your patience was dead.

You stabbed your pen at your notebook.

“Explain why electrons hate me,” you muttered.

“They don’t,” a calm voice said behind you. “They just prefer stability.”

You froze.

Of course. Of course it had to be him.

You slowly turned, as if hoping you were hallucinating from caffeine withdrawal.

Nope.

Theo stood there, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted like he’d caught you mid-ritual sacrifice. His expression was unreadable in that infuriatingly quiet way he had, as if the entire world was a puzzle he was choosing not to solve yet.

You cleared your throat. “You know, for a guy who allegedly doesn’t sneak up on people, you sure do sneak up on people.”

He blinked once. “I said I don’t try to. Not that I fail.”

You stared. “…Are you proud of that?”

“A little.”

“Great. Wonderful. I’ll send you a badge.”

He didn’t leave. Of course he didn’t. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, and your shoulders tensed before you could stop them.

And he noticed.

Because of course he noticed.

His lips lifted - just a hint. “Are you afraid of me?”

You scoffed. Loudly. Immediately. Too immediately.

“Please. I’m afraid of failing my chemistry exam. You I’m just… observing.”

His eyes glinted. “Observing. That’s what we’re calling it?”

“Yes,” you snapped, then added, because you hated lying poorly, “I mean - you’re new. And mysterious. And no offence, but the pack is two conspiracy theories away from forming an official committee about you.”

Theo hummed, low in his throat. “And what does their committee think?”

“That you’re shady.”

“And what do you think?” he asked, stepping closer.

You swallowed. “I think you have a suspiciously good skincare routine.”

That earned you a small laugh, soft and warm and completely unfair.

He nodded toward the chair across from you. “May I?”

You hesitated.

Then: “…Fine. But if you steal my notes I’ll have to maul you, and I don’t have the energy for that today.”

Theo sat with a quiet grace that made you feel like you were slouching even though you definitely were not.

His gaze flicked across your notebook. “Chemistry?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Struggling?”

You bristled. “Wow. Subtle.”

He lifted a shoulder. “You were muttering threats at electrons.”

“They deserved it.”

He leaned forward, elbows on the table, studying the page like he was reading without reading. “Which section?”

You hesitated again. He was newer than a fresh ink cartridge. The pack didn’t trust him. You didn’t exactly trust him, either. But you trusted chemistry even less, and right now, one of them might actually help you.

You nudged the book toward him. “Stoichiometry. Balancing equations. Which, by the way, is impossible. I’m convinced the first chemist was just making things up and everyone else pretended to understand.”

Theo’s eyes softened - barely. “Show me what you’re stuck on.”

You blinked. “You know chemistry?”

He raised a brow. “Why does that surprise you?”

“Because every time someone asks about your past, you answer like you’re being paid per vague sentence.”

Another soft laugh. He pointed at the first equation. “This one. What’s confusing you?”

“Everything.”

“Start with the reactants,” he said.

You stared hard at the page like it personally offended you. “They’re… reacting.”

“That is not an answer,” he murmured.

“It’s an emotional truth.”

Theo shook his head - still amused - and slid your notebook slightly toward himself. His fingers brushed the edge of your paper, and somehow that tiny movement made your pulse jump.

You hated that he noticed. He always noticed.

He glanced up. “Still observing?”

“Still deciding,” you corrected.

“About me?”

“…Maybe.”

He leaned back, folding his arms. “You’re cautious.”

“And you’re smug about it.”

“I’m not smug.”

“You’re a little smug.”

His smile widened by half a centimetre - huge, by Theo standards. “Maybe a little.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbed your pen, and pointed it at him like a weapon. “Teach me chemistry or leave. Those are your options.”

“Threatening me already?”

“Constantly.”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Very well.”

Theo explained each step with slow, patient confidence. He didn’t talk too much. Didn’t talk too little. Just enough that you could follow the thread between his thoughts and the page. His voice was steady and low, calm in a way that made the tension in your shoulders ease without permission.

It was annoying. Suspicious. …Nice.

You watched him more than you should have. His eyes tracked each number like he understood the logic on a level you didn’t. He didn’t fidget. Didn’t hurry. He existed in this stillness that made everything else quiet.

When he finished balancing the equation, he tapped the notebook lightly. “Your turn.”

You bared your teeth at him. “I’m going to get this wrong on purpose just to spite you.”

“No you won’t.”

“Oh? Confident?”

“No,” he said, voice dropping just a little, “I’m starting to understand you.”

Your brain went entirely blank. Like, flat-lined.

Theo noticed that too - of course he did - and he tilted his head.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Don’t-” You waved your pen wildly. “Don’t say things like that. It sounds like flirting.”

“Is that bad?”

“YES,” you blurted, then slapped a hand over your mouth. “You cannot flirt while I am failing chemistry. It’s rude.”

He laughed again, this time actually audible. “You’re very interesting.”

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re doing the eye thing.”

“What eye thing?”

“The eye thing where you look like you’re observing me like a science experiment.”

“Ah.” He leaned in slightly. “But I like observing you.”

You choked on absolutely nothing. “Theo!”

“Should I stop?”

“Yes!”

“…Do you want me to?”

You glared at him so hard it could’ve melted steel. “I want you to stop being confusing.”

“I’m not confusing,” he said. “You’re cautious. I’m curious. It creates tension.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “You said tension like that on purpose.”

His smile was definitely teasing now. “Maybe.”

You forced yourself to look back at the notebook. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You scowled. “Shut up and watch me balance this equation.”

He did.

Quietly.

Attentively.

Comfortably.

And when you got it right on the first try, Theo said softly-

“I knew you would.”

Somehow, that felt like more trouble than chemistry ever could.

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No one messes with her ~ Newt

Summary: Being the only female in the Glade meant that you were often targeted for jokes and teasing. It didn't bother you that much, since you often had your own comebacks, but Newt wasn't keen on the teasing.

Warnings: Possible language, Glader slang, teasing, jokes, protective!Newt.

The Glade was a rough place, but you had learned how to navigate it. Being the only girl came with its perks—like getting more attention than anyone else and its drawbacks, like being the constant target for jokes.

“Careful, she’s got a temper!” chuckled Gally, nudging someone as they walked by.

“Yeah, don’t get on her bad side,” added Frypan, smirking.

You raised an eyebrow, brushing dirt from your sleeve. “Trust me, I’m not the one to worry about.”

The laughter swelled around you, but you didn’t flinch. You never did. But then Newt appeared, stepping into the circle like a shield, his expression sharp and cold.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said, voice low but commanding.

The Gladers fell silent, the energy in the air suddenly tense. Frypan and the others exchanged awkward glances, muttering apologies as Newt’s eyes bore into them.

You looked at him, surprised. “It’s fine, Newt. Really.”

“Not fine,” he said firmly. “Not when they’re picking on you. You don’t have to take it.”

“I can handle myself,” you replied, trying to hide the small smile creeping onto your face. You appreciated his protectiveness, even if you weren’t about to admit it out loud.

“That’s not the point,” he snapped, his jaw tight. “No one messes with you. Got it?”

The words weren’t just protective - they were fierce, the kind that made even the oldest Gladers hesitate. You felt a warmth spread through your chest at the intensity of it. Newt wasn’t just standing up for you - he was staking his claim, silently making sure everyone understood that you weren’t alone.

You smirked, letting a little of your usual sass slip through. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

He studied you for a moment, eyes softening slightly. “Good. Because even if you can, I don’t want you to have to.”

You nodded, feeling a strange comfort in his unwavering gaze. Being the only girl in the Glade had always been lonely in some ways, but now, with Newt standing so firmly by your side, it didn’t feel that way at all.

And if anyone dared cross the line again… well, you had a feeling Newt would make sure they remembered exactly why they shouldn’t.

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Stolen Moments in Colour ~ SVT!14th Member AU

Summary: Having a free day was rare and everyone spent it in different ways. You decided to spend it having an art day.

Warnings: Pure fluff

Free days were rare.

In a group of fourteen, time off felt like a miracle. When the managers announced you had a full day with no schedules, the dorm instantly burst into chaos. Mingyu declared he was going to sleep until he met God. Seokmin wanted to cook. Chan wanted to work out. Vernon vanished somewhere with headphones already on.

You, though?

You wanted an art day.

The moment the sun touched the edge of your window, you dragged your tote bag out from under your bed and laid everything across the living room floor: pencils, markers, a half-used sketchbook, a water-colored palette that had seen better days. The dorm was quiet for once… soft… peaceful.

You exhaled and began sketching.

It started simple: the rim of a coffee mug, the sunlight spilling on the hardwood floor. Lines curled, shapes formed. You didn’t realize how long you’d been working until a voice sounded behind you.

“Are you… drawing my foot?”

You blinked. Jeonghan’s socked foot was indeed in your line of sight - mid-step, as if he’d wandered into your homey little art corner without thinking.

You laughed. “Not everything is about you.”

“That’s rude,” he said, dramatically clutching his chest before settling onto the floor beside you. “Draw me next.”

You turned the page with a sigh that was far more fond than annoyed. “Fine. Don’t move.”

Jeonghan, of course, moved immediately. “Like this? Or maybe this angle-”

“Jeonghan!”

He grinned, leaning in just close enough to mess with you. “Okay, okay. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t. But you still managed to finish a soft-line sketch - his hair messy, expression warm. When you showed him, he looked at it longer than expected.

“You’re really good,” he said quietly. And when he ruffled your hair before leaving.

A while later, as you were lining the edge of a new drawing, a shadow loomed behind you.

“Are you using my favorite brush?”

You froze. Woozi stood over you like a disappointed art teacher.

“It was just on the table,” you defended. “I didn’t know!”

He plucked it from your hand with a sigh, but there was a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s fine. Just… don’t leave it dirty. It’s good quality.”

“You sound like you’re scolding your kid.”

“That’s because I am,” he muttered, tapping your forehead before heading toward his room.

You chuckled and returned to your sketch.

Hours passed. Quiet, comfortable, filled with pencil scratches and watercolour stains on your fingers. By the time you’d finished your fourth drawing, your back ached. You stretched, groaning, only to hear footsteps approach.

“Wow,” Joshua said, peering over your shoulder. “These are beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks warm. “Thanks… it’s nothing special.”

“‘Nothing special,’ she says,” Joshua murmured, shaking his head with a warm smile. “We should frame these. Or at least show them to the members.”

You felt your cheeks heat immediately. “Don’t,” you mumbled, eyes dropping back to your sketchbook. “They’re just for fun.”

Joshua let out a soft laugh. “You’re cute when you get shy, you know that?”

“I’m not shy,” you protested - quietly, which only proved his point.

He reached out to gently flick a bit of dried paint from your cheek. “Mm-hm. Sure you’re not.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, more flustered than annoyed, and he grinned before heading back toward the kitchen.

“Keep drawing,” he called lightly. “You look happiest when you do.”

By late afternoon, your eyelids were heavy. You didn’t realise you’d drifted asleep on the floor until a blanket slid over your shoulders.

You stirred slightly.

A hand brushed the top of your head - warm, steady, familiar.

“Y/n,” Seungcheol’s voice was low, soft in the way he only spoke when the others were resting. “You’ll catch a cold if you sleep on the floor.”

You blinked your eyes open slowly. He was kneeling beside you, hair tied back, a gentle frown pulling at his brows.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

He glanced at your sketchbook, still open beside you.

“Can I see?” he asked.

You hesitated, but nodded.

He flipped through page after page, his expression slowly melting into something quietly proud. Your line work, your watercolours, the little portraits of the members, you watched him as carefully as he watched each drawing.

Finally, he closed the sketchbook and set it down gently.

“You worked hard today,” he said. “On your free day, too.”

You shrugged. “Drawing is relaxing.”

“I know.” He reached out and flicked your forehead lightly. “Still, don’t forget you’re allowed to rest, baby.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but your heart swelled anyway.

“Come on,” he said, pulling you up by the hand. “Let’s get you off the floor. I’ll make you tea.”

“Since when do you make tea?”

“Since my youngest member fell asleep covered in paint,” he deadpanned.

You groaned and shoved his shoulder. He only laughed - loud and warm - and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he guided you to the kitchen.

“Next free day,” he said, “you’re teaching me how to draw.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He squeezed your shoulder affectionately. “I want to spend at least part of the day with you.”

You felt your chest fill with warmth, soft and steady, the kind of affection only Seungcheol could give.

“Okay,” you said, smiling into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “It’s a date.”

“A brother-sister date,” he corrected immediately.

You snorted. “Yeah, yeah.”

He ruffled your hair again - gentle, teasing, undeniably fond.

And as he set a mug of tea in front of you, you realised:

For a free day, it couldn’t have been more full.

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Worth the risk ~ Brother!Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Stiles is a great older brother. That is until he scares off any boys that gets too close.

Warnings: Possible language, protective!Stiles,.

Having Stiles as an older brother is amazing. He’s caring in his own chaotic way - funny, supportive, and protective. Sometimes way too protective.

Especially when it comes to you dating.

Most guys at school knew the drill: talk to you, get a death glare from Stiles. And if he caught someone trying to flirt with you? They suddenly remembered they had “somewhere else to be.”

You were used to it by now… even if it annoyed you.

But today, at your locker, someone actually approached you anyway.

Logan Blackburn.

“Hey,” he said, tapping lightly on the locker beside yours. His voice was low, warm, and - annoyingly - made your stomach flutter.

You turned, trying not to look surprised. “Oh. Hi.”

Logan smiled - slow, confident but not cocky. “I’ve been trying to catch you all week.”

Your brain short-circuited for a second. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” His eyes flicked over you quickly, not in a weird way, just… noticing. “I figured it was now or never, before your brother chases me off with a lacrosse stick.”

You snorted. “Honestly? Not an unreasonable fear.”

“Worth the risk,” he said without hesitation, and that one line nearly melted you on the spot.

Before you could even answer, a loud voice cut through the hallway:

“WHAT EXACTLY IS WORTH THE RISK?”

Oh no.

Stiles was marching toward you both, eyebrows already in full interrogation mode. Behind him trailed Scott, Lydia, Malia, and even Liam - watching like they’d bought tickets.

Logan didn’t move away from you. If anything, he stood a little straighter.

“Relax, Stilinski,” Logan said calmly. “I was just talking to your sister.”

“Yeah, I saw that,” Stiles replied, pointing two fingers dramatically between the two of you. “Talking can mean a lot of things. Talking can mean plotting. Talking can mean flirting. Talking can mean-”

“Stiles,” you hissed through your teeth.

Scott stepped in, hands up. “Let’s just… everyone breathe?”

Lydia leaned toward Malia, whispering loudly enough for you to hear, “Honestly, I’m rooting for Logan. He’s cute.”

Malia nodded. “I like his face. It’s symmetrical.”

You tried to hide your mortification.

Logan, for his part, looked more amused than intimidated.

“So,” he said, turning back to you like the rest of them weren’t even there, “I was gonna ask if maybe you wanted to grab a coffee after school? If that’s something you’d be into.”

Your heart flopped over. “Yeah. I… I’d like that.”

Stiles made a strangled sound. “LIKE THAT?! Like! like, like like that?!”

Scott placed a calming hand on his shoulder before he could combust.

Logan just grinned at you. “Cool. I’ll meet you outside.”

He gave you one last, warm look before walking off, completely ignoring Stiles’ laser-beam stare.

The minute he was out of earshot, Stiles whirled on you.

“Oh no. No, no, no - this is not happening.”

“Stiles,” you said, shoving your locker closed. “It’s just coffee.”

“That’s where it always starts,” he muttered dramatically. “First coffee, then feelings, then I have to give ‘protective older brother’ speeches, then Scott makes me calm down, then I cry-”

Scott blinked. “Why am I always involved?”

But you were barely listening.

Because all you could think about was Logan Blackburn’s smile… and the fact that he wasn’t afraid of Stiles.

Which, honestly?

Might’ve been the most attractive thing of all.

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Hold it together ~ McCall Pack

Summary: With everything going on recently, you had done your best to keep it together. But fighting the supernatural and dealing with a biology exam was never a good mix.

Warnings: Possible language, reader is autistic, protective!Scott, protective!Stiles.

A/N: I understand that everyone with autism behaves and acts in different ways, so please don't tell me that this isn't how someone with autism acts.

You kept telling yourself you weren’t going to break.

Not today. Not after everything that had happened.

You’d fought a creature you didn’t even have a name for, sprinted across half the preserve, and then sat through a full day of school pretending you weren’t exhausted, overstimulated, and one wrong nudge away from falling apart.

And now you were standing in the middle of Scott's living room, backpack half-unzipped, books spilling out, hands shaking just enough for Scott to notice.

He approached quietly.

“You’re really overwhelmed,” he said, not asking - just knowing.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, even though the words tasted like a lie. “I have to study. My biology exam is tomorrow and-”

Stiles stepped into your line of sight, eyebrows drawn tight with worry. “Hey, hey- slow down. You’re talking too fast.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, louder this time, like volume could turn panic into truth.

But then Lydia closed the front door a little too firmly, and the sound cracked through the room like lightning. Liam cursed. Malia rummaged through the fridge. Someone’s phone buzzed. The lights hummed overhead.

And suddenly everything was wrong - too loud, too bright, too close.

Your breath stuttered. Your hands flew to your ears. The room tilted.

Scott was there instantly, voice soft but firm - alpha calm.

“Everyone. Quiet.”

The effect was immediate; the whole pack froze, their attention snapping to you with concern.

Stiles stepped closer, palms open. “You’re overloaded, aren’t you?”

You tried to answer but couldn’t get words past the tightness in your throat. You hated this. Hated feeling like you were falling apart in front of everyone.

Scott guided you to sit on the couch, movements slow and careful.

“You’re safe,” he murmured. “You don’t have to hold it together.”

Derek, leaning against the wall, pushed off and crossed the room silently. He turned off the overhead lights and turned on a warm, dim lamp instead. Lydia pulled Liam and Kira toward the hallway with gentle gestures. Malia closed the fridge softly, looking oddly protective.

Stiles crouched in front of you. “Hey. Look at me for a sec?”

Your eyes lifted, watery and overwhelmed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “Your brain’s just tired. It happens.”

Scott nodded, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You can breathe now.”

The pressure in your chest loosened, just enough for a shaky exhale.

Stiles reached into his bag and pulled out noise-cancelling headphones - your favourite pair he kept “just in case.”

“Can I?” he asked.

You nodded.

The moment the headphones settled over your ears, the world softened. The noise dulled. Your thoughts stopped spiraling.

Scott wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you gently into his side. “You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to need help.”

Your lip trembled. “I didn’t want to bother anyone.”

Stiles scoffed softly. “You? Bothering us? Impossible.”

He tapped your knee lightly. “You’re pack. We look out for each other. And if biology is trying to murder you on top of everything else, then we’ll punch biology in the face.”

You let out a tiny, broken laugh.

The room stayed dim, quiet, and soft around you. Derek kept watch from the corner - silent reassurance. Lydia brought a blanket. Kira handed you a warm cup of tea without speaking. Liam sat on the floor nearby, keeping his movements slow and gentle.

You finally let your head rest on Scott’s shoulder, breaths evening out.

For the first time all day, you didn’t feel like you were one second away from shattering.

You were held. You were safe.

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I can do better ~ Chris Sturniolo

Summary: Your boyfriend has been blowing you off recently, so you go to your best friend Chris to rant, only for his true feelings to be revealed during a small argument.

Warnings: Possible language, random name for BF, small argument.

Reader's age: 21.

You stood in front of the mirror, all dolled up. Ben - your boyfriend - was taking you to dinner tonight, to make up for the last time he’d bailed. You felt a flutter of excitement; finally, it seemed, he was going to take you out again.

Then your phone buzzed.

Ben: Sorry babe, something came up. Next time?

You exhaled sharply. He was supposed to pick you up in ten minutes- and now he’d cancelled. Again.

You didn’t bother replying. Instead, you opened your messages and reached out to Chris, your best friend, asking if he was free for a chat.

A few minutes later, your phone rang. Chris.

“Hey… you okay?” he asked as soon as you answered.

“No. He did it again,” you muttered, tugging at the hem of your dress.

“I’ll be there in five,” he said, and hung up.

You wiped off your makeup and changed into something more comfortable just as Chris arrived. Opening the door, you were pulled immediately into a hug.

“He’s an asshole,” Chris muttered as you sank onto the sofa together.

“Yeah,” you sighed, leaning back.

“Why do you keep going back to him?” Chris asked, voice low but sharp.

“What? Chris, he loves me,” you said defensively.

Chris scoffed, incredulous. “Loves you? Y/n, he stood you up - again! Twice last week alone!”

“Y/n… why do you put up with this?” Chris’s voice was sharper now, frustration bleeding through.

“I don’t know!” you snapped, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “Maybe because I love him, okay? Maybe I just… hope he’ll change.”

Chris ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “Love him? You’re letting him walk all over you. He doesn’t care. Not the way you think he does.”

“Well, what would you know about it?” you shot back, suddenly defensive. “You’re not the one who was sitting here, all dressed up, waiting for someone who doesn’t show!”

Chris leaned forward, his eyes locking with yours. “Exactly. I’m not sitting there. I’m not waiting for him. Because… because I wouldn’t make you wait. I wouldn’t hurt you like that. I can do better!”

Your breath caught, and you blinked at him. “Chris…”

“I-” he hesitated, swallowing hard. “I don’t know when it started, but… I care about you, Y/n. More than a friend should.”

You felt your heart thump painfully in your chest, the mix of surprise and something warmer swirling inside you. “Chris…”

“I’m not trying to pressure you, okay?” he rushed on, his voice low. “I just… I hate seeing you get treated like this. And I needed you to know.”

Silence fell between you, heavy and electric. The frustration from earlier still lingered, but now it was tangled with something else - something neither of you could ignore.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you admitted softly, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your sweater.

“Then don’t say anything,” Chris said gently, reaching for your hand. “Just… let me be here. Let me take care of you, at least tonight.”

You looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time that evening, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

"Okay."

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