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You and Isaac are Friends with benefits

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You teach Michael to let go a little.

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Theo gives you a lift home and one thing leads to another.

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Never Give up.

You find Theo sleeping in his car.

“I’ll see you later.” I shout back to my brother, Scott as I make my way towards the parking lot. The street lamp slightly flickers as my car clicks unlocked. Being from Beacon Hills one can never be too cautious. I slowly open my door looking around for any signs of danger. 

A hand is placed on my shoulder, causing me to swing at what ever or who ever it was. Two strong hands wrap around my wrists, pinning against the car. “Y/N, calm down it’s just me.”

Theo! My heart races, how can he tell me to calm down? Other than scaring me half to death, I haven’t seen him since the day he broke up with me.

“What do you want?” I choke.

“You looked a bit tense, scared even, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He scratches the back of his neck; he tangled hair falling into his eyes. I know I haven’t seen him in a while but he has changed. His clothes look worn and dirty, and his eyes tell a story of sleepless nights.

“Theo? I'm fine but are you okay?” I give him a concerned look. I want to walk away, not care about him but I can’t help myself.  

“Yeh, I'm good, actually I have to get going. It was really nice to see you again.” He walks off towards his jeep. I'm left standing like an idiot, gobsmacked. Did he actually just walk away from me like that? Now I was angry.

I run after him, he did not get to leave me like that again, with no explanation. I deserved better! “Theo, don’t you dare turn your back on me again.” I push his car door closed, obstructing his exit. That’s when I see the pillow and blankets in his car and like that all my anger left me. 

I don’t say anything; I don’t know what to say. I just pull him into me. His arms wrap around me and I know he just needs someone to be there for him. I don’t know how long we stood like that but the flash of headlights broke us apart. 

“Come on, get in my car.” I pull him after me. “You are staying in mine tonight.”

“I can just drive behind you.” He resists.

“Theo Raeken, don’t forget I know you and I don’t trust you not to run off me.” Like you always do, I think. They say it’s hard to let go of some people, but with him, I find it impossible.

“Not to be mean but you need to shower.” I smile, throwing a towel and some of Scott’s clothes at him. 

“Thanks Y/N and I'm sorry.” He shuts the bathroom door but really it just feels like he is shutting me out again.

A now clean Theo come and sits beside me on my bed. The awkward silence lingers between us, neither of us knowing what to say. “Why didn't you call me?” I break. I don’t know why I asked, I already knew the answer.

“Pride, guilt, take your pick.” 

“You really hurt me, I would have done anything for you and you couldn’t even stay around long enough to ever give me an explanation as to why we didn’t work out, as to what I did that wasn’t good enough.”

“As cliché as it sounds it wasn’t you, it was me. Our first date, I only asked you out to get closer to Scott.” My heart just shattered, he never loved me. It was all a lie. He places a hand on my knee, pleading with me to listen. “But then I got to know you and I wasn’t sure about anything any more but I was so fucking sure about you.” 

His eyes plead with me for forgiveness. I don’t know what it is that he does to me but I don’t question him, I know he is being genuine. 

“Why did you leave me then?”

“I need you to know, that whenever I pictured myself happy it was with you.”

Not for the first time that night, my heart stops. 

“But that doesn’t mean you could be happy with me!” He looks away, refusing to meet my gaze.

“Don’t you ever think you don’t make me happy.” I grab his shirt, pulling him into me until our lips collide.

“Y/N, you home?” Scott shouts up the stairs.

“Crap.” I curse myself. I jump off the bed sprinting downstairs. “Scott…”

“Who is upstairs? I can hear another heartbeat?” he questions me, giving me a disapproving look. 

“Theo.” I wait for him to lose it, I know there is no love lost between the two of them and I don’t blame my brother for hating Theo; I should hate him too. “He was sleeping in his car, I had to help him.” I say when Scott remains silent.

“He hurt you so badly, you cried for weeks and now you are going to just forgive him? Some times you just have to let people go.” I can feel anger radiating off him. If it was anyone else he would be the first one to help them but when it comes to me I know he can’t help but be protective.

“I know, but… I love him.  You can’t give up on a person you love.” 

“Fine but can I punch him in the face?”

I deadpan letting my brother know I don’t find him funny before walking back upstairs.

“What if I just break his nose a little? He will heal and it will make me feel better?” He shouts after me, knowing Theo will hear. I close my door hoping to block him out.

“Just so you know I love you too.” 

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You pretend to hate Brett to protect your heart.

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Theo Raeken Imagine - Insecure

My best friend, Theo, and I were doing our usual routine of sitting out on the wall of the courtyard in school eating our lunch. The sun was beating down on us; the air had all the element of a beautiful day yet Theo wasn’t himself. He acting strange, I didn't need werewolf senses to tell there was some tension between us, I just didn't understand what brought it on. “Want one?” I ask offering up on of my sweets, only to be ignored. “Earth to Theo” I wave my hand in from of his transfixed face.

“Sorry? What?” he blinds, snapping out of his train of thought.

“What's up with you? You’ve been distant all day.”

“Why do you stick with me?” he furrows his brows

“What are you talking about? I've been trying to avoid you since the moment I met you but you keep following me around.” I joke, hitting him softly on his arm.

“I’m being serious. I'm not a good person.” Theo says seriously, clearly not impressed with my comical talent.

“Is anyone?” I shrug my shoulders, continuing with my lunch.

“What about Scott? Are you going to tell me you don’t think he is a good person?”

“Scott is a werewolf.” I state. “Have you seen the amount of beings he has beaten up?” Not giving into whatever Theo was trying to get at.

“Y/N, you know that isn’t what I meant.” He starts to get angry. “I'm a bad guy, and I'm not changing any time soon. You can’t fix me.”

“Where is all this coming from?”

“I just can’t understand why someone like you would be friends with someone like me unless you had some ulterior motive”

“Fine, tell me why you are my friend.” I give in.

“Well, you make me laugh and are there for me when I need a friend, I don’t know, I guess my day just gets instantly better when I'm with you.” He looks at his feet, embarrassed.

I stand up, slightly insulted that he though I would just use him but more filled with glee that he thinks that way about me. “There is your answer. I feel the exact same way.” I kiss the top of his head before I make my way to my next class.

“Also,” I turn around. “ I don’t believe in fixing what isn’t broken.”

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Fred Weasley Imagine

First day nerves! I had a sickening feeling in my stomach; my hands were shaking in my pockets, where I refused to move them from. There were so many things going through my mind. What house would I be in? Would I have any friends? Would the teachers be nice? Would I be any good at the subjects? My mind was racing and I couldn’t make it stop. I only wish I had a friend who was also going to Hogwarts with me I thought as I entered one of the empty compartments on the train. Being an eleven year old is hard!

Eventually the scarlet train descended on its journey, leaving me excited yet frightened. I watched as the busy, grey platform turned into beautiful scenes of green. Taking a deep breath I reassured myself, repeating,  “Everything is going to be okay!”

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit in here?” A blonde Girl walked in, not even waiting for a reply. She was confident and bold, everything I wished I was

“Of course, I’m (“Y/N)” I shook her hand.

As she moved in two other boys followed, one identical to the other “I’m Fred and this is George, my brother can we join you ladies.”

“Sorry but we are actually waiting for some friends.” She smiled apologetically. “Thank Merlin I came when I did or you would have been stuck with two Weasleys.”

“What’s wrong with a Weasley?” I asked confused.

“Oh you are so innocent.” She laughed. “You must be a first year, Those too are from the Weasley family. They are an odd bunch. I mean their older brothers are hot but those two I’ve heard are the worst, all ways pulling nasty tricks on people. They are the wrong people to be getting involved with. I’m Melissa by the way, Third year student.”

Melissa taught me so much before I even got off the train, she told me all about the houses. The way she described Slytherin made me long to be in it. How everyone there was ambitious and strong. It held all the characteristics I craved. It made me determined to be placed in it, to have a family that sticks together and works hard for their desired dreams.

They only other time I talked to either of the Wesley twins was 2 weeks later, I don’t know which one it was, but I tried to be nice. Maybe Melisa was wrong, maybe they were just misunderstood. So ask if they wanted one of my bertiebots beans when the opportunity presented itself. Worst mistake of my life! They were cruel, making jokes, I was never so humiliated.

From then on I watched from a distance as the Weasley twins grew in popularity, pulling the most brilliant pranks. I couldn’t help but admire them; they brought laughter to Hogwarts even in the dullest of times but I had to dislike for the sake of Melissa, my only friend.

Sixth year, after the twiwizard tournament, I was hoping for a quiet year where I can focus on my studies, no distractions, no Melissa (sadly), no drama.  

“What do you mean we aren’t going to be using our wands? Only books?”

“I think it is pretty self explanatory Miss (Y/L/N) “ Professor Umbridge says sternly.

“This is a joke! How are we meant to learn how to defend ourselves if we can’t practice? Defense against the dark arts is a practical subject!” I stood up, my frustration getting the better of me.

“Sit down. This is my class and I’ll teach it how I see fit.”

“That’s rubbish! I would never agree with Y/N but she is right. If we are ever going to learn anything in the stupid class we need to be putting the lessons to practice.” Fred Weasley, the last person I would expect to back me, stands too.

“Stop living in the year you were born and adapt to the changing times of new learning.” I smirk, knowing I had hit a nerve.

“That’s it, Miss (Y/L/N) and Mr Weasley I will be seeing the both of you later for detention. Uhm hum” she smiled, thinking she had gotten the upper hand.

I hate that woman I thought as I trudged down the empty corridor towards Professor Umbridge’s office. Her office was a pink bombshell. Everywhere I turned there was pink; Baby pink, hot pink, fuchsia, rose, salmon, coral. This woman was crazy and to top it all off she was obsessed with cats. Framed pictures of felines lined the walls and covered the mantelpiece.

I stood in front of her desk, as she paid no acknowledgement to me. It wasn’t until Weasley came rushing in did she address us.  “The two of you will be helping Mr. Filch tonight and then after that you will be writing me an essay on the importance of being respectful and obedient to your superiors.” She held her pudgy head high. “And I would like that on my desk by tomorrow morning at 9.”

“But…” Fred began but thought better of it by the stern look Umbridge gave him daring him to protest.

“Ahh Mr. Filch, just on time. These our the two student who will be being punished tonight.”

“Don’t worry Professor, I’ll put them to work.” Filch grinned, beckoning us to follow him.

Great, we had to scrub all the trophies and ornaments in the great hall along with scrubbing all the bottoms which where covered in all sorts of unknowns. People ready were gross.

“I’ll be back in two hours and I expect all this to be done.”

We worked in silence, neither daring to even look at each other. I began unloading all the trophies from the cabinet.  

“Why do you hate us? Me and my brother that is?” Fred said looking very interested in polishing.

“I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you after what you did to me in first year. Do you know how embarrassed I was after that?”

“What George did you mean? But that was after you had already judged us on the train.” He rebutted.

“You mean what Melissa did? I didn’t even speak before yous ran off. I’m sorry for the way she treated you, I get it she is difficult to please.” I hang my head in shame.

“Fine, why do you like her?”

“I know she can mean and rude but she made me feel special, she made me feel wanted like I was worth being friends with.” I start to go red, it’s only when I say it out loud do I realise how desperate I sound. “Its not easy being in the most hated house, I tried to make other friends but no one wanted to be friends with a probable dark wizard so I toughened up, got over it and stuck with the people that stuck by me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I finally looked up at him. “It wasn’t George, it was me that day in first year but in my defense I was eleven and didn’t know what to do when a pretty girl wanted to share her sweets with me.” He chuckled.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile. (And failing) “Shut up.” I playfully hit him.

It’s surprising how quickly time can go by when you have good company. Fred and I just seemed to click after that. We joked around, telling each other stories of our time at home and in Hogwarts. It was one of the best nights I had ever spent in the school and yet they called it punishment.

We had just finished scrubbing out last table when filch came hobbling in, followed closely by his loyal cat. “All done I see. I shall be inspecting your work and if I notice any spot missed I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow.”

“I’m pretty sure you can’t do that.” Fred began before I stomped on his toe, pulling him out the door.

“Of course Mr. Filch, thank you.” I rushed before any more words can be said.

“I don’t know about you but I rather not be back here tomorrow. My hands look like an old woman’s.” I place my hand in his face to demonstrate.

“I guess not, I wouldn’t want your delicate hands to suffer anymore.” He laughs. “especially seeing as they are going to have to write out an essay on why a toad needs to be respected.”

“Crap, I forgot about that.” I drag my wrinkled hands down my face. “Want to go to the library and do it together?”

“Sure, but I don’t know if you have noticed but I’m not exactly academic.” Staring down at his feet, clearly embarrassed.

“So what? You have other talents. I personally loved your puking pasties, they were a true work of art”

“You bought some of our products?” he raises an eyebrow.

“I bought them under the name of Minerva McGonagall.”

“That was you? I’m in love.”

“Shut up you idiot. Come on the quicker we get to the library the quicker we can get to bed.”

We didn’t get caught sneaking into the library, thankfully. The next two hours were spent bullshitting our way through the essay, not really caring that both of them were nearly identical.

“I’ve actually really enjoyed tonight, if I’m ever to get detention again I hope its with you.” I kiss Fred cheek, instantly regretting it. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” But Fred didn’t get a chance to react as he quickly grabbed me pulling me into a broom closest placing his hand over my mouth. Footsteps were heard passing and it wasn’t until the clip clop sound disappear did we relax.

The two of us were pressed against each other, neither of us daring to move; I couldn’t help but to study his face. I never noticed how attractive he was, his hair falling in front of his eyes and his lips slightly parted. His hand came up to caress my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes flickering from my eyes to lips. I couldn’t take it anymore; I pulled him in by the tie, connecting out lips. It wasn’t long before the kiss deepened and I was pinned against the wall. His lips moving down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“Fred, this isn’t right.” I forced myself to say. “Why?” he pulls back, looking hurt and confused.

“We only started talking less than five hours, lets start with being friends.” I say recollecting myself.

“Okay, but I make no promises that we will only be friends by the end of it.” He winks, going into give me another kiss.

“Friends don’t kiss each other like that.” I scold.

“Is that a rule?”

“Yes.” I cross my arms.

“Good, I’m fantastic at breaking those.”

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Just read all of your one shots. They're amazing! You're a really talented writer. I hope you don't stop writing, it would be a shame. And one other thing: you're really pretty and beautiful ❤

This actually nearly brought me to tears❤️ I've been really struggling lately with finding time to write and this just made me feel all warm and stuff🙈 thank you so much you beautiful human being❤️❤️

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You Text Michael by Accident.

This is a continuation from this -> X but can be read by its own.

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I NEED PART 2 RN

You can Find it here-> X  I’m Glad you Liked it

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Luke Hemmings

We Look Cute Together

You hook up with Calum but Luke Likes you.

House Party

Getting mocked

You and Me? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Amnesia (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (part 7)

Hogwarts AU (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Breaking the Rules 

Au Memes

You and Luke Pretend to Hate Each Other.

Luke meets street racer Y/N. (Part 1) (Part 2)

Text Au

tricking you into coming to a party

Neighbour 5sos catch a glimpse of you as you change.

He texts a wrong number

You think you cheated

You surprise him for his birthday. 

Best Friend fancies you

You get sent a dick pic

Ashton Irwin

Don’t Hang up

He Cheats

He still Loves You

She is Back (Part 1) (Part 2)

Au Memes

He Gets Jealous.

Pool Boy

Text Au

Neighbour 5sos catch a glimpse of you as you change

You have depression and he is on tour.

flirting with you

Calum Hood

It Has Always been You

You smoke, he doesn’t know

Hook up with Calum leads to more

Wet Dream

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Your best friend, fancies you

Flirting with you

Text Au

Valentines Day 

He Kisses you and now won’t talk to you 

you are stressed about exams. 

Neighbour 5sos catch a glimpse of you as you change.

flirting with you

He Finds your Tumblr

Michael Clifford

Move the World

Thanks for Saving Me (Part 1),(Part 2)

Packages

Breaking the Rules 

Getting Caught

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Michael is Persistent in Asking You Out.

You Are a Spy and He Takes You Hostage  (Part 2)

Text Au

Valentines Day 

Wanting you Back 

Neighbour 5sos catch a glimpse of you as you change.

You get Insecure 

You text Michael by accident but have no idea it’s him. 

flirting with you. 

He Finds your Tumblr

You Have a Fight

All

Period Pains

You can’t sleep. (Text au)

You are Ticklish

Teen Wolf

Theo Raeken

Im Terrified

Peaky Blinders

Michael Gray

He Gets Jealous

He Needs your Help.

The Outsiders

Dallas Winston

The Aisle

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You and Michael had a fight.

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Michael and you don't get along but he needs your help. A/N I might turn this in to a short imagine

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The Top of the Aisle (Dallas Winston Imagine)

As I made my way up the red carpet, my hands were trembling. If I ever imagined walking up the aisle to meet him, I would never have imagined it like this. This is not how it is supposed to be. 

I should be dressed in white but I'm not. I'm in all black. I should be happy but I'm not. I'm devastated. I should be able to see the love in his eyes, to see his mouth make that stupid grin I have grown to love so much but I can’t and I never will again.  I should be able to see him. He should be here. I mean really here. Not that “he is always in your heart” crap everyone has been telling me but he is not and this isn’t a fairy-tale. This isn’t our wedding day. This is not how I imagined meeting Dallas Winston at the top of the aisle. We never talked of marriage, never even close to it but if we were to meet at the top of the aisle, it was never supposed to be like this. Him in a casket and me, well, lost.  

We both made each other one promise. Just one each. Mine was that I’d never fall in love with him and his was that he would never leave me. We both lied.

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Request Please!! Can you do a Michael/Female Character. I look for fanfiction about him everywhere but no-one does anything!! I don't mind what its about, maybe a bit fluffy, maybe a bit naughty. Please!!

hey, of course I can but just is this for Michael from 5sos or Michael from peaky blinders?:)

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You’re Michaels best friend and he gets jealous (Peaky Blinders)

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