#void-imagines

[void-imagines]

Imagine Jack comforting you after an escape

Breathing hard, you push through the metal door and into the bustling sounds of New York City, Jack close behind you. He lets the door bang shut behind him and turns to you as he slows to a casual walk, helping the two of you blend into the crowd of people on the sidewalk.

"All good?" he asks, looking you over for signs of injury. You nod, but you can't get yourself to meet his eyes. Behind you, you hear the metal door slam open again, but by now you're far enough away to consider yourself safe. An involuntary shiver passes through your body anyways.

"What's wrong?" Jack asks. He's still looking intensely at you, but he can't figure anything out.

"I can't do this," you finally say, your voice breaking on the last word. "All this stress, this anxiety - I don't think I can do this anymore."

Jack's eyes soften, and he quickly pulls you into a tiny shop. The owner barely glances at the two of you before going back to reading his newspaper.

"Y/N, you're the strongest person I know," Jack says, looking intently into your eyes as if simply that would calm your breathing. "You are brave and kind and beautiful and capable and - ". He pauses. "That's why I like you so much."

The last statement takes a second to sink in, but when it does, you feel some of your anxiety melt away. You nod, a tiny smile surfacing. "Thank you," you tell him honestly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Jack grins, kissing your forehead before slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. "I don't know what you'd do without me either."

requested by anon :)

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Imagine liking Stiles

"If you like him, you've got to tell him!" Allison declares the moment she finds out about your crush. "Come on, Y/N, it's Stiles!" You shake your head, refusing to commit to anything. "I can't Allison, what if he doesn't like me back?" you ask. Allison shrugs. "Then you just move on. No harm, no foul. At least this way, you'll know how he feels about you." After thinking about it for a moment, you shrug, even though you're not entirely happy about the idea. "I mean . . . I guess that makes sense?" Allison laughs as she starts to gather her backpack and lunch. "Good, because he's coming over right now," she says with a wink as she joins the crown leaving the lunch room. You check the clock, noticing that lunch ends in just a few minutes. "Hey, Y/N," Stiles says as he slides into the seat Allison just vacated. He's grinning his adorable little grin, the one that just positively makes you melt, and you can't help but smile back. "What's up?" you ask. "Are you going to the party tonight?" he asks, and your heart skips a beat. Maybe Allison had been on to something. "I was thinking about it," you reply, picking at the paper carton of milk in front of you. Stiles' eyes light up. "Come, Y/N!" he asks. You hesitate for a moment. It’s now or never, you tell yourself. “Stiles?”

Stiles makes a noise, prompting you to continue.

“I - I like you,” you say, wasting no time. “I’ve liked you for a while now.”

Stiles looks at you, shocked. Then, his face falls. “Y/N, I - I don’t know what to say,” he says as a overall feeling of dread comes over you. “I don’t feel the same way about you.”

It feels like your heart has been shattered, but you manage to smile and put a brave face on. “That’s okay!” you say, managing to sound falsely happy as you slip on your backpack and grab your lunch. “I’ve got to get to class.”

Stiles doesn’t move. Just when you’re about to leave the cafeteria, you heard him call your name.

“Will I see you tonight?” Stiles asks. He hasn’t moved.

You pause for a moment before you shrug and leave.

~*~*~

“It was just terrible,” you tell Allison as the two of you walk down the trail. You haven’t been walking long, but you can already hear sounds of the party. “He said he didn’t like me that way and then asked if I was still coming.”

Allison sighs. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” she says. “But it’s all for the best. I’ve got someone I want you to meet tonight.”

You look at her in confusion as you guys reach the clearing where the party was already in full swing. The music was loud and people were dancing everywhere. Allison looks around for a minute before spotting someone and pulling you over.

“Y/N, meet Isaac.”

~*~*~

Grinning wilding and breathing hard, you tug Isaac’s hand until you’re both out of the mass of people dancing. Laughing, the two of you flop down onto an open patch of grass and stare up at the stars.

“You’re cute,” Isaac says, and you roll onto your side to look at him.

“Are you drunk?” you ask Isaac. He shakes his head, but you can tell he’s a little tipsy.

“You are,” Isaac insists, rolling over so that he’s looking at you. He grins and leans in, and before you know it, he’s kissing you. You smile against his lips, welcoming the feel of his lips against yours.

“Y/N?”

You reluctantly break away from the kiss and look over to see Stiles standing there, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

“Hey Stiles,” you say. Your heart tugs.

“Can I talk to you?” Stiles asks, still not making eye contact. “Please?”

You look down at Isaac, who nods. “I’ll be here,” he says, sounding wholly content.

Getting up, you follow Stiles to the edge of the woods. He turns to look at you, then grimaces. “I lied,” he says, looking down.

“Lied? About what?”

“This morning, when I said I didn’t like you. Y/N, I’ve had to biggest crush of you, but when you told me that you liked me too, I didn’t know what to do. I told you I didn’t like you back, but I hated myself from the moment you got up and left. I figured I’d deal with it, but when I saw you kissing Isaac-” He breaks off. “I’m sorry, this isn’t fair to you.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment before you grin. “You’re a dummy, you know that?” you say.

Stiles finally smiles. “If I was willing to let you get away, then yeah, I’m the biggest idiot around.”

requested by anon :)

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Imagine Disney movies with Jack

It was nearly Christmas-time, and the world outside was blanketed with snow. Wrapped in a fuzzy blue bathrobe you had thrown on over Jack’s oversized Four Horsemen t-shirt, you watch the snow fall from the warmth of Jack’s home.

“Popcorn is ready and the movies are set up,” Jack says, and you look away from the frosty window before following him into the living room. Disney DVDs litter the coffee table, and you smile as you notice Lilo & Stich and Mulan, two of your favorites.

"What’s first?” you ask as you flip off the lights and snuggle into Jack’s side. Even though it’s freezing outside, he’s shirtless, and you can feel the warmth radiating off him as he makes himself comfortable next to you. He automatically wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer, making you smile.

“I was thinking Lilo & Stich,” he says, looking down at you. When he notices your smile grow wider, he smiles too and leans down to press a quick kiss against your lips. “You’re so cute,” he says as he turns back to the screen, still grinning.

The rest of the movie passes in silence, but when Jack gets up to switch DVDs, you decide to get a little more comfortable. You lay down, pulling the blanket off the top of the sofa as you stretch your legs, leaving no room for Jack.

“That’s not fair,” Jack pouts when he turns away from the TV and notices the new arrangements. You just grin, and point to the slightly smaller two-seater sofa a few feet away.

Jack shakes his head no, and climbs over you until he’s pressed between you and the back of the sofa. He tugs you closer until the both of you are lined up perfectly, and he leaves his strong arm draped over your stomach as he props his head on his hand. He looks at you in satisfaction.

“I have to say, Y/N. This new arrangement is really working for me.”

requested by @sassandclass :)

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Imagine Stiles taking care of you

It was yet another tiring day at the Beacon Hills Hospital where you worked as an doctor, and Stiles noticed it as soon as you stepped through the front door.

“Another bad day?” Stiles asked as he stands up from where he’s working at the dining table to help you with your coat and bags. You can only nod as you kick off your shoes.

“There was a huge pileup on the highway,” you explain as you shrug out of your sweater and allow Stiles to take it. “Seven injured, and five of them required major surgery.”

Stiles grimaces. “How about this?” he asks. “Let me run you a bubble bath and wash your hair and stuff. You deserve it after such a hard day.”

You shake your head no. “I know you‘re busy Stiles,” you say, even though his proposition sounds insanely relaxing. “Cases don’t argue themselves.”

Stiles shakes his head though. “Just sit here for a minute while I run the water,” he says, walking into the bathroom before you can protest. Deciding not to fight him and just make it up to him later, you sit until you hear Stiles calling.

When you step into the bathroom, the soothing scent of lavender immediately hits your nose and you sigh as you step out of your scrubs and into the hot water. Unsurprisingly, Stiles isn’t there. Even though the two of you had been together for years, he still got bashful around you when you were undressed.

“I found your pajamas,” Stiles says as he walks in a moment later, and you lift your head from the back of the tub to smile at him. He smiles back before kneeling by the side of the tub and rolling up his sleeves. “Alright, hand me the shampoo and turn around.”

You follow his instructions, and Stiles starts to shampoo your hair, his fingers rubbing slow circles into your scalp.

“That feels so good,” you sigh, letting your eyes slip shut as his fingers continue to wash.

“Anything for you, babygirl.”

requested by @aestilinsky :)

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Imagine Isaac comforting you after a nightmare about your dad

Isaac awoke to screaming in the dead of the night. Untangling himself from his sheets, he stumbles into the hallway and past the threshold of your room.

"Y/N? Y/N?" he calls frantically as he flips on the light switch. You sit up, trying to recover you breathing as he approaches the bed. "I'm okay," you manage between shaky breaths. Still, Isaac crawls into the bed with you, just the way he used to when you were younger. "Was it about dad again?" Isaac asked softly as your breathing starts to even out again. You nod, and Isaac wraps an arm around your shoulder before pulling you close. "He's gone for good," he promises into your hair. "There's nothing for you to worry about." "I know," you say quietly, not quite believing what you're saying. Isaac smiles as you turn your head to look up at him. "You’re going to be perfectly safe. I'll be here to scare him away every time."

requested by anon :)

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Stiles Stilinski + favorite moments of sarcasm (part 2)

requested by @bentleyray

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Stiles Stilinski + favorite quotes

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Imagine Jackson trying to romance you

"And that's it for today class. Please pick up the homework and the notes page if you haven't done so yet."

You sigh as you stand up to grab both sheets of paper. As you pull out you binder to put the papers in, a small square of folded paper falls out. You pick it and open it.

You look beautiful today, it reads in a style of writing you can't place. You feel like you seen it before, but you can't remember where.

The bell rings and you quickly refold the paper and shove it into your pocket before heading to your locker. Turning the dial and opening the locker, you switch your math book for your biology book. As you pull the heavy text book out, another piece of paper falls out. This one is written on baby blue paper and is folded into the tiniest square possible.

You have the prettiest smile, this one reads. You grimace, trying to place the writing. You'd seen it before.

As you slide into your seat in biology, Jackson turns to smile at you. "Hey Y/N," he says, grinning happily despite the early time.

"Hey Jackson," you reply absentmindedly, still studying the paper as the teacher walks in.

"Please pass your homework to the person behind you to be checked," she says in greeting as she slides her glasses up her nose.

Jackson drops his paper on your desk as you send yours backwards. At the top of the notebook paper, Jackson Whittemore is written in familiar writing.

In fact, the same as the one on you notes.

"This was you," you whisper softly to Jackson, taking care not to be noticed by the teacher. He takes one look at the note in your hand and grins.

You sigh, smiling as you look back at the paper you were supposed to be grading.

***

At the end of the day, you run into Jackson standing right outside the school doors.

Not allowing him to saw a word, you press a soft kiss to to his cheek. Turning away quickly to hide the slight blush crawling up your cheeks, you walk away to your car. Once inside, you turn on your phone as the car idles.

You have one text, from an unknown number. Guessing whom it was, you open the message.

I like you, Y/N.