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Forgotten Fling 5/7

pairing: Y/N x Brett Talbot

warnings: blood, guns

A/N: here’s part 5! the last two parts will be coming out soon, so be on the lookout! i have also decided that i’m going to go back to part 1 and rewrite a few parts of it. i realized that there’s probably a few things that i need to clarify, and that it would best be done in part one. i’ll make a note on here whenever it’s updated!

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You knew tonight was a full moon. Not only a full moon, but a supermoon. You had told Brett earlier in the day that he could call you if he needed anything, or if he just needed you to be there. He didn’t like to call you on nights like these, in the rare case that he wolfed out and hurt you. You had found out you were his anchor a while ago, right around the time you found out about the supernatural in the first place. Brett was very good at keeping himself in control, but every werewolf had their slips, and it didn’t help that today was a supermoon. That meant that Brett would become stronger, angrier, and have a much harder time controlling himself. 

The sun was setting, and you were in your room watching TV. You looked out your window at the moon that was already very visible in the salmon skyline. You were torn with yourself on whether or not you should go to Brett’s. He hadn’t called or texted you, but you knew he probably wouldn’t unless it was an emergency. You decided to send a simple text and ask how he was doing. When you still hadn’t gotten a text back 30 minutes later, you were growing very worried. As you were getting up to start putting your shoes on, you got a text from Lori.

Are you busy? 

Not at all, what’s up?

It’s Brett. The supermoon is effecting him really bad and he won’t calm down. He told me not to text you but I didn’t know what else to do

Hey, don’t worry. I’m on my way

Thank you. We’re in the shed out back

You finally put your shoes on and grabbed your stuff, running out of your house and into your car. You sped to Brett’s house, where he lived with Lori, Satomi, and a few other members of Satomi’s pack. When you got there, you headed around the house to the shed that was in the backyard. Satomi had the shed specifically for this reason, in case a member of her pack had trouble on a full moon. You walked in, not bothering to knock, and were shocked at what you saw. Lori was crouched in a corner, looking scared to death, Satomi had a cut across her cheek that was in the process of healing, and in the middle of the room was Brett, halfway chained to a pole. He had broken one of his arms out of the chains, and was pulling at the other restraint on his other arm. His claws, fangs, and eyes were all out and every prominent, but he wasn’t completely wolfed out, which you took as a good sign. You hesitantly made your way to the middle of the room, calling Brett’s name. At the sound of your voice, he looked up, and growled,

“Y/N? You shouldn’t be here.”

“When do I ever listen to what you tell me what to do?” you responded lightly, knowing that talking to him normally would help him focus on you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growled again. 

“And I don’t want you to hurt anyone else,” you said. At that, he pulled at the restraints again, growling. You slowly walked over to Satomi and asked her quietly,

“What’s wrong with him? He’s never been this bad.”

“I can’t say. I haven’t seen him struggle this much in a long time,” she responded.

“What can I do?” you asked.

“Get him to focus on you. It will make him human,” she told you. You nodded and slowly made your way over to Brett, standing just far enough to where he couldn’t reach you.

“Brett?” you said, “Can I ask you something?”

“What?” he said, louder than you were expecting.

“Why didn’t you want me to come out here tonight?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, not as loudly as he had been a few seconds ago.

“That’s not the reason. I know you won’t hurt me. What’s the real reason?” you said. He seemed to hesitate as he thought about his answer, which was what you wanted him to do. You wanted him to think more on his answer instead of thinking about hurting you. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me,” he finally said, no longer growling and sounding like his normal self. You heart broke slightly at his answer, but you tried not to let it show. You walked closer to him and placed your hands on his cheeks. You brushed some of the hair that had fallen onto his eyes away as you said,

“Sweetheart, I will never be scared of you. I know that you’re doing your best to stay in control, and if you were to hurt me, it wouldn’t be on purpose. You hear me? I will never be scared of you Brett.” At your words, you saw Brett’s fangs slowly retreat, and looked down to see his claws had also gone back to normal. His eyes were still yellow, but you knew he was calming down and regaining control. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him slowly, and he kissed back immediately. When you pulled away, you saw that his yellow eyes were gone, and his beautiful green eyes sat in their place.

“Feel better?” you asked. Brett nodded, before you heard Satomi clear her throat behind you. You had almost forgotten that the Alpha and Lori were in the room because of how quiet they had been. 

“The connection between the two of you is remarkable,” Satomi said. You felt your cheeks flush, as did Brett’s, and then Satomi motioned for you to untie the remaining restraint that held Brett’s arm. When he was free, he walked over to Satomi and placed his hand on her cheek, where he had previously scratched her.

“I’m so sorry,” he said to her. She placed her hand over his and responded,

“I healed, and you’re in control now. That’s what matters.” Brett nodded before turning around, looking for Lori. She had stood up and had made her way to stand next to you. Brett moved to give his little sister a hug, and she hugged him tight. Finally, he turned to you and wrapped his arms around your waist in a hug. You reached up and snaked your arms around his neck, holding him tight.

“Thank you,” he whispered to you. You nodded in the crook of his neck before pulling away, the four of your walking out of the shed and towards the house. You stayed the night with Brett that night, holding him until he fell asleep, not wanting to be anywhere else.

You don’t know why you had been thinking about your most recent dream all day, but the reoccurring thought hadn’t left your mind since you woke up. The school day was now over, and you were trying to get some studying done in the library before the charity game tonight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on anything except last night’s dream. After your last encounter at Sinema, you didn’t know where you and Brett stood. To make matters even more complicated, you knew Brett was going to be at the school tonight, considering that Beacon Hills was playing Devenford Prep. The pack was trying to get the game canceled, because of The Beast that had been lurking around recently. No one wanted to take the risk of playing the game and putting the entire town in danger. You knew even if the game was canceled, you would probably still end up seeing Brett tonight, but you had bigger problems to worry about than that right now.

“Y/N,” you heard from behind you. You turned to see Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Liam walking into the library, heading straight for your table. 

“Hey guys. What’s the plan for tonight?” you said as they all sat down around you. 

“Well, Mason said it’s not just a transmitted frequency. It’s high powered. Like it has to be a really strong signal,” Liam said.

“And that’s causing it to shift?” Lydia asked.

“No. I don’t think it’s just that. Last night, Argent said it’s getting smarter. What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster?” Scott said.

“With frequencies?” Stiles asked, to which Scott replied with,

“No, by shifting. The frequency is just the trigger. The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf.”

“Like Peter,” Lydia said.

“Right. Yeah, when Peter was an Alpha, he got stronger every full moon. Eventually, the burns healed and he was back to normal,” Scott confirmed. That’s when you butted in and said,

“So the Dread Doctors don’t want to wait for the full moon.”

“They want the Beast to be as strong as possible, as fast as possible.”

“Because of Parrish,” Liam said.

“So if this is happening tonight, what are we gonna do?” Lydia asked.

“Uh, we’ve got one clue to go on,” Stiles started as he pulled something out of his backpack,

“This came from the hospital. Whoever’s lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size 10 of indeterminate make.” Everyone looked down at the picture of the bloody shoe print before you said,

“Indeterminate?”

“Means it’s a partial print. Basically it was all we were able to get considering all the fire, blood, and carnage.” Stiles responded.

“How many size 10s are there?” Scott asked.

“Only one with Parrish’s blood on the sole,” Stiles said.

“So are we going to try to get the game cancelled?” Liam asked. 

“No, no. we’re going to play, but we’re just going to hope really hard that it doesn’t turn into a blood-soaked massacre,” Stiles answered, albeit sarcastically.

"Okay but, aren’t we kind of missing out a chance to catch this thing? We don’t have the ‘who,’ but we have the ‘where’ and the ‘when,’” Liam asked. Everyone paused and looked around at each other. Liam made a good point, but was it worth the risk? Scott seemed to be thinking the same thing, and said,

“There’s too many people.”

“And we still don’t actually know if it’s going to happen. It just might end up being a regular lacrosse game. It’s possible, right?” you asked, Lydia nodding in agreement.

“Well, uh, it’s possible,” Stiles said.

“So we’re still getting the game canceled?” Liam asked

“We’re getting the game cancelled,” Scott said confirming his question.

The five of you got up and headed out of the library in your own separate directions. You and Liam headed for your car so you could run to your house for a little bit. Liam needed to get his lacrosse gear and you wanted to change, and on the way home, Liam asked a weird question,

“So, are you going to talk to Brett tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you going to talk to him? You two seemed like you were getting along better a few weeks ago.”

“I don’t know Liam. I have no idea where we stand right now, I won’t even know what to say,” you said.

“Why don’t you start with ‘Hi’?” Liam asked.

“Since when are you the one giving me advice?” you said laughing. Liam laughed with you before saying,

“I’m serious. Talk to him.”

“Maybe.”

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A few hours later, you pulled back into the Beacon Hills High parking lot and parked in one of the only available spots left. Almost the entire town was here, and that made you nervous for what might happen. You and Liam got out and headed towards the field, where you saw Scott and Stiles getting out of the Jeep. You jogged over to met them, and saw that they were turned around looking at something in the distance. When you looked over, you saw that they were looking at the Devenford Prep charter bus, and more specifically, the player getting off of it. Brett. All of a sudden, the stadium lights all came on one by one, lighting up the entire field as if the sun was out and shining. You also saw the news vans scattered around the field. You made your way towards the school with the boys, to the classroom where you were meeting the others. When you arrived, you saw Kira, Malia, Corey, and Mason all sitting around a lab table in the chemistry classroom. Scott immediately jumped into the plan for the night and said,

“Mason, you know your part.”

“Corey and I break into the Devenford Bus and search their shoes,” he said nodding.

“I take out the TV vans,” Malia chimed in. 

“Right before the whistle, Coach forfeits the game,” Stiles said.

“The rest of us are looking for a size 10 with a bloody sole,” you said. 

“Just out of curiosity, what if it doesn’t work? What if we have to go up against this thing? I mean I hate to bring up back memories, but Scott’s still healing from what Theo did to him” Malia asked. 

“No he’s not,” Kira said.

“She’s right,” Scott confirmed. He pulled up his jersey to reveal a completely healed torso, with no signs that he had ever even been touched.

“It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House. I healed. When we were all together again; when we were a pack.”

“The Beast doesn’t have a pack,” Liam said. 

“Not like us,” Scott said, looking around at everyone at the table, 

“We can do this guys. No one dies tonight.” You all nodded in agreement before heading out of the room to the field. Malia made her way towards the news vans, Mason and Corey headed towards the Devenford bus, and the rest of you walked towards the field. As you were able to head up the bleachers to find a seat, Scott stopped you.

“I talked to Brett earlier. He said Lori can help you search the bleachers for shoes.”

“Oh okay. You were with him?” you asked.

“Yeah only for a second when they got here. Lori should be somewhere around here,” Scott said.

“I’ll find her,” you said before making your way up the bleachers. You were able to get a better view of the field, and you saw the young werewolf walking around the field towards your side of the bleachers. You made your way down and over to her, where she greeted you with a hug. The two of you made small talk and caught up as you made your way back to the bleachers. Just as you were about to sit down, Stiles came running up to you and said,

“Coach isn’t forfeiting the game.”

“What?” you and Lori said at the same time. Stiles had run off by then, leaving you and Lori confused. You heard the whistle blow and turned your attention to the field where both teams were running out, and saw Brett and Scott squat in the middle of the field. Just like that, the game started, and you and Lori were able to get away without alerting anyone’s attention. You started walking under the bleachers searching all of the shoes for even the smallest speck of blood, and after 20 minutes of searching, nothing. Knowing that there was nothing else the two of you could do for the time being, you both sat back down for the third time that night and watched the game. 

You watched Kira score a goal, taking down half of the Devenford team in her path. She was playing very rough, and you were growing worried about what was going on. A few plays later, you watched Brett tackle her, and she fell to the ground. Immediately she was back on her feet, and swung her lacrosse stick, striking Brett on the head. You gasped as you shot down the bleachers. You watched his helmet fly off his head as he fell to the ground. You knew you couldn’t go onto the field, but you watched from the sidelines as Kira was kicked out of the game, and Liam helped Brett to his feet. Kira stormed past you and Lori, and Scott stopped next the two of you. He nodded at Lori and she ran off after Kira, but as you moved to go after her, Scott stopped you. 

“Go see Brett,” he said. He knew you wanted to check on him, but you also wanted to make sure Lori didn’t get hurt. You were debating and Scott could tell, which is why he said,

“She can take care of herself. Go see him.”

You nodded before taking off towards the opposite side of the field, where the guest benches and bleachers were. You saw Brett sitting alone on one of the benches, still looking a bit disoriented. As you were walking, Brett turned towards you. You could see a smile spread across his face, which caused a smile to form on yours as well. You sat down next to him and said,

“Why do you always seem to get hurt when I’m around?”

“Maybe so I have an excuse to talk to you,” Brett responded. You laughed lightly before asking,

“How are you feeling?”

“A little hazy, but I’ll be fine,” he answered. You leaned over a little to get a better look at his forehead where he had gotten hit.

“If you weren’t a werewolf, that would leave a nasty bruise,” you said.

“I can already feel it starting to heal, I just hope I can get back in the game.”

“You’re Brett Talbot. I guarantee your back in the game in like 5 minutes,” you said to him. You hadn’t realized how close you were to his face, but Brett seemed to have noticed right away. You could have sworn you saw him glance down at your lips, but you might have been imagining things. You involuntarily glanced at his as you were having an internal conflict with yourself. Your head was screaming at you to stop, while your heart was screaming at you to go for it and kiss him. Right when you were about to go with your heart, the Devenford coach called Brett’s name. You snapped back into reality and said,

“I told you,” you whispered as you started to pull away. The two of you stood up as you said, 

“Try not to kill us out there.”

“I can’t promise anything,” Brett said with a chuckle.

“Talbot!” his coach yelled at him; he was clearly growing impatient. Brett grabbed his lacrosse stick and helmet, and started jogging over to the Coach. As you were turning around to head back to the other side of the field, Brett called your name. You turned around and he asked,

“Come see me after the game?”

You smiled and nodded, watching him jog back onto the field, playing as if nothing had ever happened. 

Throughout the rest of the game, you, and the rest of your pack, were growing more and more nervous. The Beast hadn’t shown up and Devenford was close to ending the game, and none of you had any idea what to do. You hadn’t seen Kira or Lori since they both ran off, nor had you seen Corey or Mason, or Malia. Scott had run off, Brett and Liam were getting into it, and Beacon Hills had called a timeout. Eventually, Liam had evened up the score, and the game went into overtime. You were cheering so loud for your little brother that you hadn’t even realized that the news vans had just about exploded from the feed back.  You closed your eyes and winced from the loud noise, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Liam charging at the school busses, and The Beast was flying over the busses right at him.

“NO!” you screamed out. You ran down the bleachers towards your brother, someone hot on your heels. You figured it was probably Hayden, and you realized it was when you both came to a sudden halt. The Beast threw Liam to the ground, and ran towards the bleachers. When you turned back to Liam, there he was, bleeding profusely from what seemed like every inch of his body.

“LIAM!” you and Hayden yelled, running over to him. He was struggling to breathe, and he wasn’t healing, which in turn just made you freak out even more. You saw someone running towards you in your peripheral vision, and when you saw that it was Stiles, you moved to help Liam up. 

“Liam, come on we have to get inside. Can you walk?” you asked. Liam yelped in pain before saying in a strained voice, 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” Stiles went around the other side of Liam to help him stand, and Hayden led you all into the school. Everyone from the game was in the process of running into the school, so when you all found the first available classroom, you took it. After knocking off the contents of the desk, you and Stiles laid him down on top of it. Liam kept repeating ‘I’m okay’ and ‘I’m fine’ over and over again, but by the tone of his voice and the blood pooling out of his chest, it was very clear that he was not fine. You moved to peel up his jersey to look at the damage, and at the sight, Stiles gagged.

“Is it that bad?” Liam said, sounding nervous.

“No!” you and Hayden said at the same time, while Stiles went in the opposite direction and said,

“Very.”

“Okay. Okay, what do you guys usually do when this happens?” Hayden asked, not have nearly as much experience with this as the rest of you. 

“Oh, I usually pass out. And I still might do that,” Stiles answered as he started swaying.

“Stiles! Not the time!” you said, grabbing his arms and forcing him up straight.

“Okay, Okay. Scott did this with pain. He could trigger it. Pain makes you human,” Stiles said.

“He’s already in pain,” Hayden said, sounding annoyed.

“Right, okay, but maybe adding a little more could help take away the pain,” Stiles said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Just then, Liam yelled out in agony, not being able to hold it in.

“Take away the pain. Take away the pain,” you mumbled under your breath, before saying out loud,

“Hayden, you’re the only one who can take his pain away,”

“How do I do that?” Hayden said frantically. You didn’t know how to answer that. Both you and Stiles were human, and had no idea what to do in terms of taking someone’s pain.

“Y/N! Did Brett ever take away your pain? How did he do it?” Hayden said, needing an answer fast. You thought about it before saying,

“He would kiss me. He would kiss me and it took the pain away.” As soon as the words left your lips, Hayden kissed Liam, and you saw the vines in her cheeks turn black as the pain moved from Liam’s body into hers. When Liam laid back down, he seemed much more at ease than he was before, and Stiles said,

“Next time I’ll kiss him.”

“Brett,” you whispered to yourself, before it clicked in your head that you hadn’t seen Brett since you left him at the bench.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Where’s Brett?” you said, panicking once more. 

“I’m sure he’s fine, he’s probably in one of the classrooms,” Stiles said, trying to calm you down.

“You don’t know that Stiles,” you said loudly without meaning too. Without thinking, you headed for the door and threw it open, ignoring everyone’s calls for you to stay in the room. You knew it was dangerous to leave the room, but you had to find him. Who knows where he was, or who he was with, but you knew you had to find him. You ran from classroom to classroom, looking inside each of the windows to see if you saw him. You had no idea how many doors you had looked in or hallways you had ran through when you heard a roar coming from the direction of the library. You ran in the opposite direction, down a hallway that you hadn’t checked yet. Finally, you looked into a room and saw a sea of green lacrosse jerseys, and the tall head of blonde hair that belonged to the boy you were looking for. You pulled the door open, which caused everyone in the room to turn towards you looking frightened. When Brett saw that it was you, he ran towards you, and you ran to meet him. You leapt into his arms and he caught you with ease, holding onto you like you were going to disappear into thin air.

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” you whispered into his ear.

“I’m okay. I’m right here,” he whispered back. He set you on your feet before asking,

“How did you know I was in here?”

“I didn’t. I was across the school helping Liam when I realized I didn’t know where you were and I just ran,” you said, seemingly out of breath after running across the entire high school. After saying that, you realized you should probably text Stiles and let him know you were safe. You pulled out your phone and texted him, and almost immediately got a text back, which read

Library

“We need to get to the library. That’s where the Beast is, and that’s where Scott’s going to be,” you spoke lowly, not wanting the rest of his team to hear you.

“It’s not safe. Stay in here. I’ll come back for you,” Brett said

“You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought if you think I’m staying in here,” you said, and with that, you grabbed Brett’s hand and pulled him out of the door towards the library. You saw Liam, Malia, and to your surprise, Braeden running in the same direction. You met with them in the middle, and Braeden wordlessly reached for her ankle and unstrapped her drop gun. She thrust it in your open hand. Brett squeezed you hand before letting go and running towards the doors, Liam right behind him. The second they saw the Beast, they jumped towards it, striking it in the head, before being thrown to the floor. You, Braeden, and Malia followed suit, you and Braeden aiming anywhere on the Beast’s body, and shooting. After having enough of getting shot, the Beast ran towards the floor-to-ceiling window and jumped through it, leaving everyone in the library out of breath and terrified. Malia and Liam moved to help Scott up, while Braeden stood there and said,

“You didn’t seriously think you were going to have a chance against that thing did you?”

“No,” Scott breathed out, “But I got its scent.” he finished as he ran out of the library with Liam hot on his tail. In the moments that followed, you had given Braeden back her gun, you and Brett had left the library, and the two of you were now walking towards the empty lacrosse field. Brett had left all of his belongings when he ran, and as the two of you were walking he said,

“You didn’t have to walk with me if you didn’t want to you know?”

“Aren’t you the one who asked me to come see you after the game?” you retorted back, making him chuckle. 

“Can I ask you something?” Brett said, to which you nodded, prompting him to continue.

“Why did you come looking for me?”

“I told you, I didn’t know where you were,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t push you further. Wishful thinking.

“I know that, but why did you leave?” he said. You hesitated. Should you tell him you were scared that he was hurt? That you wanted him to be safe? That you were freaking out over the thought of not knowing if he was okay?

“I just- I- I needed to know you were safe okay?” you finally threw out, slightly louder than you had anticipated. You stopped walking and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before starting again.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” You started fast walking towards the bench, when Brett grabbed your hand and spun you around, and said,

“Hey, hey, hey. Slow down. Why are you freaking out? You heartbeat is going like a mile a minute right now.”

You sighed, trying to gather all of your thoughts so you didn’t  say something you regretted. 

“I don’t know,” you finally said, looking up to meet Brett’s eyes for the first time since this conversation started. Brett moved his hand from yours and brought both of his hands to rest on your cheeks, before saying,

“You want to know something? Right before you came through the door of that classroom, I was searching for my phone so I could call someone, anyone, who might have known where you were. The guys kept telling me to calm down, and that you were probably okay, and then you walked through the door.”

“Why didn’t you just call me?” you asked, confused on why he wanted to call your friends, rather than just calling you.

“Someone still has my number blocked,” he said lightly, easing the mood. You let out a breathy laugh, before saying,

“Oh yeah. I wasn’t sure if I should unblock it or not”

“You should. Now come on,” Brett said, moving to grab your hand again and led you to where his bags were. You sat down on the bench while he started gathering his stuff, putting all of it in his bag. He started stripping off his lacrosse gear, leaving him in a tight workout shirt and his uniform shorts. Once he had everything tucked away in his bag, he sat down next to you. The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, until,

“Can I ask you something else?” 

“Sure,” you said, curious as to what else he wanted to know.

“Do you still hate me?” The question took you by surprise, and you contemplated with yourself before saying,

“No. I don’t think I ever hated you.”

“It sure seemed like you did that day you walked away,” he said tentatively, not wanting to start an argument.

“You had just told me I had to chose between you and my little brother. I was mad. I was mad for a long time. But I don’t think I ever actually I hated you. I don’t think I ever could,” you said. You weren’t sure why you were telling him this, but it had to come out at some point, right?

“You know, I tried to stop you from walking away. I wanted to take back everything I said, but it was too late. I tried to call you that night, but I think you had already blocked my number,” he said. You could feel him looking at you, but with the words that were falling from both of your lips, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him just yet. You were staring off into the night sky when you said,

“Yeah, I blocked it the second I got home that day. It was easy to do in that moment since I knew I wasn’t going back to Prep, so I knew I wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences.”

“You know why I started an argument with Liam when I got off of the bus, that day last year? Because I knew that if you were anywhere around us, you would’ve come to stop it. I wanted to see you. I didn’t want to pick a fight with Liam, I just wanted to see how you would react to seeing me,” Brett let out. For some reason, this made you smile, and you said,

“It just took a lot for you to admit that didn’t it?” Brett let out a breathy laugh and said,

“Even over a year later, you still know me better than anyone else.”

“Yeah, well, there’s some things I could just never forget,” you said, standing up. You knew the Devenford Prep bus would be leaving soon, and it seemed like Brett did too. Brett stood up after you and grabbed his lacrosse bag, before he reached his hand out for yours. You looked at his outstretched hand and back up at him, before biting back a smile and lacing your fingers through his. It wasn’t a new feeling by any means, but a feeling that you hadn’t experienced in quite a while. The two of you started walking towards the parking lot in a comfortable silence, and after a few minutes, Brett spoke up again.

“You know, I never got the chance to apologize. And I mean really apologize for what I did back at Prep. I never meant to make you chose between me and Liam. I was angry and I took it out on you, and I’m so sorry.” 

That was what you had been waiting for. An apology. You knew that you and Brett were in the process of mending your friendship (or whatever it was), but the one thing you wanted was an apology from him before you forgave him. 

“Thank you. That means more than you know. I always wanted to bring it up and ask if you really meant it, but I think I was always too scared to say anything.”

“I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t,” Brett said. By that point, the two of you had reached your car, and you were expecting him to let go of your hand when you stopped walking, but he made no move to pull away. You turned towards him and nodded, before saying softly,

“Apology accepted.”

This brought a smile to Brett’s face, and unbeknownst to you, lifted a huge weight off of his shoulders.

“Promise me that you’ll be safe? I know that with everything going on its hard, but I need you to be okay,” Brett said, slightly pleading with you. There was the ‘promise me’ phrase again, the one that used to be so prominent between the two of you. You nodded and looked up at him, saying,

“I promise. Promise me you’ll stay safe too, and keep Lori safe.” Brett nodded, a small smile playing on his face. All of a sudden, you heard someone yelling from behind you, the sound coming from the direction of the Devenford Prep bus.

“Talbot! Stop playing grabass and let’s go!” You both turned around to see one of Brett’s teammates leaning out of the bus doors. You chuckled and shook your head, before turning back to Brett and asking, 

“They haven’t changed a bit have they?”

“Not at all,” Brett answered. He then let go of your hands and hesitantly moved to wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you. You reached up and brought your arms around his neck, pulling him in the rest of the way. You had missed Brett’s hugs; the way you felt safe in his hold, the way he would lean his head into the crook of your neck, the way he would slightly sway the two of you back and forth, the way he would barely lift you off your feet because of the height difference. Neither of you wanted to let go right away, so neither of you did. You stood there in each other’s embrace for as long as you could. It was your way of conveying all of your emotions to each other, without having to say a word. When you finally started to pull apart, Brett pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away completely. You felt goosebumps run down your back at the lack of body warmth. You both said your goodbyes, before you watched Brett walk over towards the bus. You weren’t quite ready to get in your car, and it seemed Brett wasn’t quite ready to get on the bus, because you saw him turn towards you one last time, as if to make sure that he hadn’t been dreaming for the last hour. He definitely wasn’t dreaming, because you were right there, smiling back at him as he climbed the steps to the bus. 

When the bus doors finally closed, you got in your car and started the engine. You still weren’t quite ready to pull off, so instead you pulled your phone out. You went to your contacts, and scrolled until you found Brett’s name. You clicked the contact name and proceeded to unblock the number, before sending a short text that read,

hi :) 

You felt content as you put your phone away and pulled out of the Beacon Hills High parking lot.  The long overdue conversation you had just had with Brett put you at ease, and had settled a lot of your worries. However, it also made some new thoughts float around in your mind. It made you wonder if you had made a mistake walking away that day, instead of talking it out. More importantly, it also made you wonder if maybe the feelings you had developed for Brett months ago weren’t as one-sided as you thought they were. Maybe he was just good at hiding them. 

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Forgotten Fling 4/7

pairing: Y/N x Brett Talbot

warnings: alcohol, a few swear words, blood

A/N: here's part 4!! just to clarify: in this story, Brett and Y/N are both a year older than Liam, and a year younger than Scott and the others. also, italics is a memory. part 5 will be up in the few days, enjoy!

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You were fixing your makeup in the mirror that was hanging in your locker, waiting for the bell to ring for your 6th period, when your light source was suddenly blocked. You looked over to see Brett leaning against the locker next to yours, blocking the window you were using for light.

“Excuse me, you’re blocking my light.”

“You look fine, you don’t need the light,” Brett said with his signature smirk.

“Funny,” you said sarcastically, moving to get your necessary books out of your locker.

“So. Winter Formal is coming up,” Brett said, changing the topic.

“That it is,” you said, checking your makeup one more time with the little light you had left.

“We going together?” Brett asked, as if the answer would be obvious. You finally shut the locker door before saying,

“You want me to go to Winter Formal with you?” Again, Brett nodded as if it was obvious, but his face changed to one of confusion as you started to walk away backwards.

“Then you’re going to have to ask me the right way,” you said with a smirk and wink before turning around and heading to your 6th period History class. You and Brett had your morning classes together, but your afternoon classes were different, so you settled with sneaking an occasional text. 

A few minutes before your class ended, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and when the teacher wasn’t looking, you pulled it out. You noticed it was a text from Brett which read,

Are you going to be here after I get out of practice?

        I can be

You should

You smiled down at your phone before putting it away. You knew that Brett knew you had to pick Liam up from lacrosse practice, but you didn’t say anything for his sake.

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You had been at home for the last 2 hours, doing your homework while you waited for Liam to be out of practice. You had long since changed out of your Devenford Prep uniform, which consisted of a khaki skirt, white long sleeve shirt and tie, with a purple sweater vest over top. You had changed into white sweatpants and and a matching white crewneck, wanting to be warm since it was getting colder outside. You checked your phone and saw that it was already 5:15, and that you needed to leave soon. Lacrosse practice typically ended around 5:30, but most of the team liked to shower in the locker rooms before leaving, including Brett and Liam. You went ahead and got up, pulling on a pair of shoes and grabbing your purse and keys, and headed out the door.

When you pulled into the Devenford Prep parking lot, you saw the lacrosse team heading into the locker rooms, which meant you had about 15 minutes until Liam and Brett came out. You weren’t sure why Brett had specifically wanted you to be here today, but you were impatiently waiting to find out. You scrolled through your phone and listened to music, and exactly 15 minutes later, you saw a freshly showered Brett Talbot walk out of the locker room. He started heading for his car and you watched him throw his bags into the trunk, before he moved to grab something out of the backseat. He hid something behind his back, but you weren’t sure what it was. By that point you had gotten out of your car and were leaning against it, waiting for Brett to walk over to you. He eventually made his way over to where you were standing, and when he was right in front of you, he said,

“Look who decided to show up.”

“Well, I wanted to see what was so important,” you said

“It has nothing to do with picking your brother up?” he said with a laugh.

“Only a little bit,” You said cheekily. Brett chuckled again before reaching out with the hand that wasn’t behind his back, and grabbing yours. 

“So, Winter Formal is coming up,” he started to say, just the way he had earlier in the day.

“And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of coming with me,” he finished as he pulled out a bouquet of roses from behind his back. You gasped at the sight of them, and you looked back up at him before saying,

“I would love too”

Brett smiled as you took the roses from him and smelled them. He remembered you saying roses were your favorite flowers a while back, which prompted him to use the 20 minutes he had in between the end of school and the start of practice to go get them. You turned to place the flowers on the top of your car momentarily, when you felt two hands on your waist. Brett turned you around and lightly pushed you up against the car, leaning down to catch your lips in a soft kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, relishing in the moment. When Brett pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours and asked in a low voice,

“Did I do okay?”

“You did perfect,” you responded, leaning up to kiss him again. The two of you continued kissing for a few minutes before Brett’s phone rang. When he pulled away and pulled out his phone, you saw your brother’s name on the screen and said,

“What a surprise, Liam ruining the moment.” Brett chuckled and answered the phone, but before he could get a word in, you heard Liam say,

“Can I come out now?” You and Brett both laughed before Brett said,

“Yeah you can come now,” before hanging up.

“You made him wait in there??” you asked him, trying to seem angry but failing as the giggles fell from your lips.

“Well yeah, how awkward would it have been if I asked you to the dance and your little brother is standing right next to us?” He answered.

“Good point,” you said, before grabbing his waist and pulling him down for another kiss. After a few more minutes, you heard a voice from behind Brett say, 

“Get a room.” You and Brett pulled away and you peered over Brett’s shoulder and saw Liam walking up to the two of you.

“Did you do it?” Liam asked Brett as he put his bags in the trunk of your car. You took this opportunity to take the roses off the top of your car and lay them down in your backseat.

“Would I be making out with your sister right now if I hadn’t?” Brett said.

“Gross,” Liam said, getting into the passenger seat. You rolled your eyes and looked back over at Brett, who was already looking down at you.

“Promise me I’ll see you tomorrow?” Brett asked. Tomorrow was Thursday, so you would obviously see him at school, but once again for his sake, you didn’t say anything. You nodded, and he leaned down to give you one final kiss before he leaned up and kissed your forehead. You said your goodbyes and he headed to his car and you got in yours, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Why don’t you two finally just get together?” Liam asked out of the blue.

“What?” you asked.

“You and Brett. Why don’t you guys just date already?”

“It’s not like that Liam.”

“Sure looks like it to me, And everyone else for that matter.” Liam said, rolling his eyes. You rolled your eyes as well, not knowing where Liam pulled this from. You hadn’t said a word to anyone about how you truly felt about Brett, and you definitely hadn’t said anything to Liam about it. Besides, you knew the feelings weren’t mutual, and that Brett didn’t want a label, so why ruin what you and Brett had going?

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You were putting the finishing touches on your look for the night: lipstick, jewelry, and shoes, when you heard a knock at your door. You heard your mom open the door and greet Brett, before striking up a conversation. Your family knew Brett not only because of you, but because of Liam and the lacrosse team also. You looked in the mirror one last time: you were wearing a short, navy blue, sequined bodycon dress, and black heels and clutch to go with it. You had curled your hair and done a full face of makeup, and you admitted it: you looked good. You were in the process of putting your phone and the rest of your belongings into your clutch, when you heard your mom yell up the stairs,

“Y/N! Brett’s here!”

“Coming!” you yelled back. You grabbed the rest of your things and closed your door, walking down the hallway to the staircase. You slowly made your way down, and when you saw Brett, you took in a breath. He looked ravishing. In his navy blue dress pants and buttoned blazer, and white button down underneath, he looked amazing. He wasn’t wearing a tie, and he had the first two buttons of his shirt undone. He didn’t realize you were coming down the stairs because he was talking to your parents, and when he finally heard your heels on the stairs, he turned to you. You watched his jaw drop, and then he said,

“Wow. You look incredible.” You smiled at him and said, 

“Well you don’t look too bad yourself.”

You made your way down the rest of the stairs, and your mom looked at the both of you and said,

“Oh don’t you two just look so cute!” This caused your step-dad to come out of the living room and say,

“Hey Brett how are you?” He reached out and Brett shook his hand before saying,

“I’m good sir how are you?”

“I’m doing pretty good. Do you plan on taking care of my step-daughter tonight?”

“That’s good to hear, and yes sir, I do.” That’s when your mom cut in and said,

“Okay okay let me get a picture of you two!” You rolled your eyes but smiled at the same time, moving over to the front of the staircase, and Brett came and stood next to you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your mom took multiple pictures, calling the two of you ‘cute’ or ‘adorable’ with every picture.

“The both of you should put ‘Embarrassing my child: 16 years of experience,’ on your resumé’s. It would fit perfectly,” you said after your mom was through. Brett laughed, and your step-dad chimed in a said,

“Well that is our job.”

“Very funny,” you said. 

“Okay, on another note, your mother and I are leaving for night shifts at the hospital in an hour, and we’re dropping Liam off at Mason’s on the way. When you get home, make sure you lock the door and set the alarm,” your mom said.

“I will. I’ll text you when I get home,” you responded. With that, you said goodbye to your parents and yelled up the stairs,

“Bye Liam!” to which you got no response.

“Okay, cranky.” you mumbled under your breath. Brett chuckled and led you our of the front door, his hand resting on your lower back. When you were out of hearing and viewing range from your family, he said,

“You look beautiful.” You smiled and pulled him in by his blazer and said,

“You look incredibly dashing as well,” before leaning up and kissing him. He kissed you back, and when he pulled away, he opened the passenger door for you, and you got in. He went around the car and got in, before turning on the car and pulling off. He plugged his phone in and played some music, your favorite songs to be exact. He grabbed your hand with the one that wasn’t steering and laced your fingers through his, before pulling your hand up and kissing the back of it. The two of your talked about anything and everything on the way to the school, and when you got to the dance, the two of you danced the night away, having the time of your life

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You pulled Brett inside your house and locked the door, setting the alarm before you both made your way upstairs.

“Won’t the alarm go off whenever I leave?”

“Not if you go out the window,” you responded with a wink, pulling him into your room and closing the door. He let go of your hand and grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him. He leaned down and kissed you, hard, and you kissed him back. His blazer had made his way to your body as the night got colder, and you slipped it off and threw it on the bed. The two of you blindly made your way to the bathroom, not once stopping the kiss. Brett pulled you into the bathroom and finally broke the kiss, spinning you around so you were looking at him in the mirror. He started kissing your neck, slowly making his way down to your shoulder. His hands snaked up your back and slowly unzipped your dress, letting it drop to the floor. He looked to you in the mirror and said, 

“I’ve been wanting to get you out of this dress all night.” 

He spun you back around and you leaned up to kiss him, moving your hands to unbutton his shirt and slipping it off of his shoulder in the process. Brett moved his hands from your waist to under your butt and tapped your leg, signally for you to jump. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, not once breaking the kiss. Brett led you to your room and laid you on the bed, and the two of you spent your time blurring the line between friends with benefits, and two people in love, all night.

You opened your eyes and rolled over, having been woken up by your dreams yet again. Your dreams had started occurring every night, always a memory that you shared with Brett. 6 months. It had been 6 months since the deadpool ended, 6 months since you last saw Brett, and 6 months of you having these dreams. Liam and Mason had started sophomore year, you started junior year, and the rest of your friends had all started their senior year. You hadn’t told anyone about the dreams, not even Liam. You didn’t want your friends to think you were crazy, or that you were holding onto something that wasn’t there anymore. 

It was Saturday, and you had nothing to get up for expect for your plans tonight. You were going to Sinema, a new club that had opened in Beacon Hills a few weeks ago. You hadn’t had a chance to go yet, but you were excited to check it out tonight. Since you didn’t have plans for the rest of the day, you simply got out of bed to brush your teeth and wash your face, before getting back in bed and putting on your favorite show to watch until tonight came.

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You pulled your dress down as your walked towards the front door of Sinema with 2 of your friends from school. You got in the line and eventually showed the bouncer your fake ID, and he let you in. Your first impression of the club was loud and bright. You made your way around the club, pushing your way around people until you made it to the bar. You talked with your friends for a little bit, before the three of you went your separate ways. You weren’t driving tonight, so you ordered a drink from the bar, praying your ID passed with the bartender. It did, and by the time you were on your second drink, you were tipsy enough to be enjoying yourself. That is, until you saw your little brother and his best friend walking up to you.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” you asked them, not particularly wanting to know, but figuring it was best to ask.

“How the hell did you get that?” Liam said, pointing to your drink.

“I asked you first,” you responded.

“Hayden let us in,” Mason said.

“Hayden? As in the Hayden that Liam punched in 6th grade?”

“That’s the one,” Mason said, before Liam cut him off and said,

“Now how did you get the drink?”

“It’s called a fake ID. And don’t be so loud, if the bartender hears you I’m screwed,” you responded, rolling your eyes.

“Did you come here with Brett?” Liam asked hesitantly.

“What? No, I came with Y/F/N and Y/F/N. Why do you ask?”

“Well…he’s right over there so I had too,” Liam said, gesturing behind him. You looked over his shoulder and saw Brett dancing with a girl and another boy. You stared for a second too long, before Mason nudged you and said,

“You good?” You rolled your eyes and turned back around, saying,

“I need another drink.” You sat back down at the bar and ordered one from the bartender as Liam and Mason walked away, assuming that you wouldn’t want to be bothered anymore. You had no idea how you didn’t see that he was here whenever you were walking around, and you really hoped that he hadn’t seen you. You downed your third drink and decided to get up and dance, hoping that the crowd would hide you from Brett. You started moving to the beat and dancing around, letting loose to the music. You had been dancing for about 10 minutes when you felt someones hands on your waist pulling you in. You turned around and saw a boy behind you that you didn’t recognize. You tried to walk away when he grabbed your arm and pulled you back into him.

“Dude, let go of me,” you said.

“Come dance with me sweetheart,” he drawled out, obviously very drunk.

“I don’t want to dance with you, let me go,” you said again, trying to yank your arm out of his grip. He didn’t say anything else, he just kept pulling you into to him, and by this point you had had enough. Right when you were about send your knee into his groin, you saw a livid Brett Talbot appear right in front of you. Brett grabbed the boy by the collar and lifted him up, saying,

“I believe she told you to let go.”

“What’s it to you?”

“You’re not gonna touch her again, you hear me?”

“What are you, her boyfriend or something?” That was a bad idea. Brett dropped the boy’s collar and he dropped to his feet. Brett swung first and hit the guy in the nose, knocking him out with one hit. The boy fell to the floor unconscious, and no one moved to help him. You hadn’t realized Brett had come up to you until he was right in front of you.

“I guess it’s my turn to say thank you,” you said looking up at him. He chuckled before saying, 

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good.”

“Good.” The two of you proceeded to stand there in silence, not saying a word and avoiding eye contact for the next few minutes, until you said,

“How did you know that I needed help?” Brett looked down at you and he seemed to be contemplating how to answer the question. After a few moments he said,

“I heard your heartbeat.”

“Over all of these people?” you asked. Brett once again hesitated before answering,

“Your heartbeat is always the loudest one in the room.” You averted your gaze to the ground and tried to contain your smile, but failed, and you looked back up at him and said,

“Thank you again.”

“I told you, you don’t have to thank me for that. How have you been?” he said.

“Well, I haven’t gotten shot recently so I’d say I’ve been pretty good. How about you?” you responded.

“Well, I haven’t had any professional assassins try to kill me lately so I’d say I’ve been pretty good,” he said, mimicking your previous answer. You both laughed lightly, not sure how to feel or react that the fact that you two were actually having a normal conversation for the first time in over a year. That is, conversations that don’t involve one of you yelling at the other, or one of you almost dying. Right as you were about to say something else, Brett’s head whipped around so fast you thought he would get whiplash.

“What is it?” you asked him, slightly concerned.

“Mason,” he said, before running towards the back of the club. You ran after him, weaving in between people and trying not to hit anyone. When you caught up to Brett, you saw him pull the boy that Mason was kissing away from him, and throw him across the room. You ran up next to Mason, and Brett turned around to the both of you and said,

“Run.” 

“No! I’m not leaving you here with him!” you yelled out, but it was no use. Brett, who was now in werewolf form, and the boy, whose eyes were solid black and who had scorpion stingers protruding all over his body, had started fighting. You watched as the two boys fought, and eventually the scorpion boy, whose name was Lucas, had Brett pinned against a metal bar. He swung his arm across Brett’s torso and slashed his scorpion stingers into Brett’s body. Right as he was going to hit him again, you saw Liam fly across the room and tackle him. You took the chance and ran over to Brett.

“Oh my god,” you said. Brett was bleeding a significant amount of blood from his stomach, and you moved your hands to his stomach to try to stop what you could.

“What is that thing?” Brett said through gritted teeth. 

“I have no idea, but whatever he is, he cut you really deep,” you said frantically.

“I’ll heal,” he said. You both turned and watched the rest of the encounter. You hadn’t noticed Scott or Kira arriving, but you saw Liam throw Lucas on the ground on last time, and the fight seemed to stop. Out of nowhere, you saw Kira, who was now engulfed in a fox-like silhouette, pull her sword out. She yelled something in Japanese and swung her sword down towards Lucas. Scott grabbed her wrist and stopped her moments before she would have cut Lucas in half. The whole room went silent as the fox went away and Kira was back to normal. Scott looked over at you and Brett and asked,

“Is everyone okay?” You didn’t respond, only looking at Brett and waited for his response. He nodded at Scott before looking at you and saying,

“I’m okay.”

“We need to get him out of here. Liam, give me a hand,” you heard Scott say. Just as the boys were about to pick Lucas up, an arrow shot through his stomach, seemingly coming from the ceiling. Everyone looked up, and your eyes widened at the sight of the Dread Doctors.

“Why did you do that?” Scott yelled.

“His condition was terminal,” The first Dread Doctor said.

“What does that mean?” Scott yelled again.

“Failure.” With that, the Doctors turned around and disappeared. You diverted your attention back to Brett. Apparently, you were visibly freaking out, and Brett could tell. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from his stomach, showing you that he was already starting to heal.

“Hey, I’m already healing. See?” You nodded, before looking back to his shirt. You brought your hand to the hem of his shirt slowly before saying,

“Can I?” 

Brett nodded, and you lifted his shirt up to get a better view of his stomach. You saw that the scratches were already starting to heal, and looked better than they had moments before. 

“I’m going to be okay, I promise,” Brett said, reassuring you. You nodded again, pulling his shirt down and standing up. You stuck you hands out, motioning for Brett to get up. He smiled up at you and put his hands in yours. You pulled him up and he stumbled a bit, but you caught him and managed to steady him. 

“Hey. Look at me,” Brett said. You looked up at him and he smiled before saying,

“Thank you.”

“For what? I didn’t do anything,” you responded.

“For being here.” You looked down, trying to contain your smile for the second time that night, before you nodded.

“I can’t have you dying on my watch. Now come on, let’s get out of here.” you said to him. You led him out of the back door, where you saw his car parked in the lot. You led him over to it, Brett leaning some of his weight on you. He felt fine now, but he relished in the feeling of you holding onto him, and he didn’t want it to disappear so soon. Once you got over to the car, you asked him,

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. I think it’s pretty much healed,” he responded.

“Are you going to be able to drive home?” you asked.

“Yeah I’ll be fine.” You nodded and let go of his waist, taking a step back.

“Promise me you’re going to be okay?” you asked one more time. You didn’t even realize what you said when it came out of your mouth, but you couldn’t take it back. You and Brett used to have a habit of saying ‘promise me…’ for even the smallest things, and it slipped out like a force of habit. Brett realized it too, and you swear you could see a hint of pink come up on his cheeks, but maybe you were just seeing things. 

“I promise. Hey,” he said, gesturing behind you. Liam and Mason were standing by Mason’s car and they seemed to be waiting on you. You nodded at them, before turning back around to Brett. 

“I’ll see you around?” Brett asked.

“Yeah,” you said with a soft smile, before turning around and walking towards the car. Liam had left the front seat open for you, and before you got in, something in you head told you to turn around. You turned back to look at Brett, and saw that he was already staring at you. He smiled at you, and you smiled back, both of you finally feeling like you were starting to patch up the brokenness that was your complicated relationship.

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Forgotten Fling 3/7

Pairing: Y/N x Brett Talbot

Warnings: Guns, Bloods

A/N: here’s part three!! this one is very long, i kind of got carried away while i was writing. the next part will be up soon! also, italics is a memory!

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You had gone with Brett to a party to celebrate the lacrosse team’s big win that put them through to the playoffs. Clad in a tight snakeskin skirt and a black long sleeve bodysuit, you had all eyes on you. Most of the people there knew not to mess with you because of Brett, but there were a few boys from other schools that didn’t know about him. One boy in particular had been watching you all night, and you decided to go talk to him. You had had a lot to drink by that point, but not so much so that you couldn’t walk straight. You and the boy struck up what you thought was a friendly conversation, but as he started to flirt more and get closer to you, you began to feel uncomfortable. You made a few attempts to leave the conversation, but he grabbed your arm so tight you thought it would leave a bruise. He leaned in close to your ear and asked,

“You want to go find a room? I know you do.”

You politely declined but he kept insisting, and eventually he started to pull you inside and towards the stairs. Normally, if you were sober, you would’ve pulled away and punched him square in the face, but since you had had one too many drinks, you couldn’t find the strength to do so. Instead, you did the only other thing you knew to do, and muttered Brett’s name under your breath, hoping he would hear you with his werewolf ears. Before you could blink, the boy’s grip on your arm was gone, and Brett had him up against a wall.

“What the hell is your problem man? She obviously doesn’t want to go anywhere with you,” he shouted in the boys face, the crowd around them growing quiet.

“Look at her! Obviously she wanted it with a skirt that short,” the boy spat back.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that women aren’t objects? Leave my girl alone or you’re going to regret it,” Brett said, anger more than evident on his face.

“Your girl? Doesn’t look like your girl with the way she’s acting tonight,” the boy said with a smirk, and with that, Brett threw his arm back and swung, punching the boy in his jaw. He hit him again in the nose before the boy had a chance to retaliate, and dropped him on the ground. He would have kept hitting him if it wasn’t for you tugging on his sleeve and catching his attention.

“Brett can we go? I don’t wanna be here anymore,” you muttered, words coming out slurred in your state. Brett’s gaze soften immediately, and he turned back to see two of his lacrosse teammates dragging the boy up and kicking him out of the house. He turned to you and laced his fingers through yours, guiding you outside of the house to where he had parked his car. He helped you get in the passenger’s seat and buckled you up, before jogging to the driver’s side and getting in. As he made his way towards your house, he felt you watching him. He smiled and said,

“What are you looking at?”

You smiled back and responded with a simple “You.”

“Why?”

“Because you saved me tonight. You’re like my superhero,” you said with a giggle.

Brett chuckled and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through yours once again. 

“I’ll always be your superhero.”

The two of you rode the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, music playing softly through Brett’s speaker. As he parked his car outside of your house, you started to unbuckle and climb out of the car, but not realizing how intoxicated you really were, you stumbled and almost fell. Brett hopped over the car and caught you, looking down at you and telling you to be careful. You just smiled up at him and mumbled, “My superhero,” again. He chuckled and stood you up, grabbing the rest of your things before wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you to the house. Your parents were out of town for the week and your brother was staying at a friends, so the two of you walked towards the front door. Before you had the chance to ask where you had put your keys, Brett pulled them out of his pocket and had the door unlocked. 

“Head up to your room, I’m going to grab you a water,” he said with a kiss to your forehead. You headed up the stairs and stumbled a bit, but managed to get up and to your room with no casualties. You threw yourself onto your bed and waited for Brett to come up, attempted to take your heels off. Brett came through your doorway and saw you struggling, and with a laugh he walked over to you, kneeling down and taking them off for you. You looked at him and pouted before saying,

“Why are you laughing at me, I could’ve done it myself.”

“I’m sure you could have princess but I thought I would help you.”

Your demeanor immediately changed back to your smiley self, and you let Brett pull you up from your bed and lead you to the bathroom. He picked you up and sat you on the counter before opening your top drawer to get your makeup wipes out. He took one from the package and began to wipe the makeup from your face. Once it was all off, he threw the wipe in the trash before grabbing your tooth brush and toothpaste. He got it ready for you and handed you the brush saying, 

“Brush your teeth while I go get you a shirt to sleep in.”

He headed back into your room and towards your dresser, opening the third drawer where you kept your shirts. He immediately saw one of his shirts, and remembering that you told him it was your favorite once, he grabbed it and headed back to your bathroom. By then you had rinsed your mouth and sat back up on the counter. he walked over to you and placed the shirt next to you, before you grabbed his hands and pulled him to stand between your legs. He smiled a soft smile and leaned down to kiss you, hands going towards your hips and yours wrapping around his neck. The kiss started to get heated and Brett pulled away, causing you to whine. 

“Why did you pull away? Do you not like kissing me?” you pouted. Brett smiled at your before responding,

“I love kissing you, baby, but you’re very drunk and you need to get some sleep.”

You muttered a “fine” before hopping off of the counter. You began to take your clothes off but them looked back at Brett before saying,

“Turn around you can’t see me naked.”

Brett laughed at that before turned around saying, “I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, you know.”

“Yeah but this is different, I’m changing,” you said as you slipped out of your skirt. You unbuttoned your body suit and slipped it over your head, and then unclipped your bra and let it fall to the floor. You grabbed the shirt Brett had set aside for you and pulled it on, before tapping Brett on the shoulder. He turned around and looked at you in awe.

“You look better in my clothes than I do.”

“No one looks better than you in anything mister,” you responded. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back before you felt him grip your waist. He picked you up with ease and you wrapped your legs around his waist absentmindedly, and he walked you into your room. He pulled the covers back on your bed before laying you down, and pulling the covers back over you. He then walked back towards your bathroom to pick up the clothes you had left scattered on the floor, and to grab the bottle of Advil from your counter. He turned the lights out and shut the door, before placing your clothes on your desk chair and your medicine next to the water he had gotten you earlier. Brett sat on the edge of your bed next to you and asked,

“Do you need anything before I go?”

You shook your head, and he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead before he stood up and walked towards your door.

“Brett?” you said softly, causing him to turn around. 

“Stay with me. Just until I fall asleep”

He looked at you sweetly before walking to the other side of your bed, kicking his shoes off. He lifted the covers up and got under them, before settling down next to you. You scooted closer to him and wrapped your arm around his waist and put your head on his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around you and kissed your forehead once more before saying,

“Goodnight princess. Sweet dreams.”

You woke up with a start and bolted upright in your bed. You reached around in the dark for your phone until you finally felt it under your covers. You turned it on and checked the time,

4:38

You sighed before you laid back down. This wasn’t the first time you’d had a dream like this. It wasn’t a dream exactly; more like memories coming back to you in your sleep. You’d been having them in your sleep on and off for the past few weeks, ever since you saw Brett get off the bus. You recalled the one you had just woken up from. It was from over a year ago, when you were still at Devenford Prep. You remembered it like it was yesterday, just like you remembered all of the other “dreams” you’d been having. You didn’t know why you were having them, or how to make them stop, you just knew that you were tired of losing sleep over them. 

You tossed and turned in your bed for the next hour and a half, not being able to fall back asleep. You eventually decided to get up and get ready for school. You had over an hour and a half before you needed to leave, so you made the most of it. You headed into your bathroom and took a much needed shower, and then proceeded to dry and straighten your hair. You then moved on to makeup, just doing your everyday look. In all honesty, it hadn’t been everyday for a while now, but that’s besides the point. You moved from your bathroom into your room, where you headed into your closet to get dressed. You decided first on a pair of black jeans, which was a drastic change from the sweatpants and leggings you’d been wearing recently. You threw on a tight, white, shortsleeved shirt and tucked it into your pants. You went back to your room to finish up getting ready, putting on perfume, jewelry, a belt, and shoes. You grabbed your backpack and your purse, throwing in your keys and phone, before heading downstairs. You were met with Liam running around making breakfast, and leaving a mess every step he went.

“Do you plan on cleaning this up?” you asked him

“Don’t I always?” Liam responded back. You chuckled before saying,

“No, I always do,” you said, before heading over to the fridge to grab the things you needed to make your iced coffee.

By the time you were done making your coffee and Liam was done eating his breakfast, the two of you were right on time to leave for school. Once you got into the car, you handed Liam the aux cord and said,

“Here, you play music today.”

“What?” Liam said in shock, “You never let me play music.”

“Yeah, well, I’m feeling generous today. Don’t get used to it,” You said with a smile, before you pulled out of your driveway and headed to the school. The two of you had a little jam sesh during the drive, and when you pulled into the parking lot, Liam said,

“Its been a while since you’ve been in this good of a mood. I missed it.”

“Well I need to grow up and stop mopping around, so that’s what I’m trying to do,” you responded. The two of you got out of the car and grabbed your bags, before heading into the high school. You said your goodbyes and headed to your lockers, where you saw Lydia and Malia.

“Hello ladies,” you said, as you opened your locker and grabbed your books you needed for your morning classes. 

“Someone’s in a better mood,” Malia said, Lydia nodding in agreement.

“Believe it or not, you’re not the first person to tell me that today,” you said.

The three of you fell into normal conversation as you walked to your classes, you and Lydia to English, and Malia to Biology. This was the first time you’d been genuinely happy and able to hold a real conversation with your friends in weeks, and you loved it.

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You went about your day like normal, and every single pack member said something about you being a in a better mood than usual. You were heading to your car at the end of the day, when Scott came running up to you, with Kira on his heels. They were calling your name, and when you turned around, Scott said,

“Y/N! Wait!”

“What? What’s going on?” You said.

“It’s Satomi’s pack.”

“What about them?” You replied frantically, your good mood going down the toilet.

“We have to hide them from the assassins tonight. We’re taking them to Argent’s warehouse.”

“I’ll follow you,” You said getting into your car.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Scott said before you closed your door.

“I’m not letting him die on me Scott,” you said with the slam of your door. You watched Scott get on his bike, and Kira got into your car. You peeled out of the parking lot right behind him, and just then Kira said,

“We’re not gonna let anything happen to them.”

“Damn right we aren’t.” You said , eyes not leaving the road. The rest of the ride was silent, and when you pulled into the parking lot of the warehouse, you barely gave yourself time to turn off the car before you grabbed the gun Braeden had given you from your glove compartment and ran out of the car. Scott got off of his bike and the 3 of you headed in, following Scott since he was really the only one who knew where he was going. When you reached the back, you not only heard voices, but you saw Satomi’s entire pack either sitting or standing somewhere. Before anyone had a chance to say anything, you all heard a rustle of one of the tarps and turned towards the sound. You didn’t see anything at first, but all of a sudden Brett ran out from where he was standing and headed towards the noise. You heard him roar and when you reached him, you saw Chris Argent holding a gun to Brett’s head, who now had fangs and yellow eyes. 

“Brett! This is his place. It’s his.”

“Argent put the gun down!”

You and Scott both yelled at the same time, before Argent lowered his gun and Brett turned around, face back to normal. He made eye contact with you as he walked back to his pack, and it took everything in you to pull away.

“Scott. If you bring in guests, you could’ve called” Argent said.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to take them,” Scott said.

Satomi came out from behind the tarp and said, “I know this man. He may not remember but we’ve met before.”

“You can trust him. I trust him,” Scott said.

“How do we know he’s not like the others?” she retorted back.

“What others?” Argent butted in.

“Last night, there was a whole team after them. And they used crossbows,” you said, pulling one of the arrows from your pocket that you had held onto from the night before.

“They’re hunters aren’t they?” Scott asked.

“Not if they’re killing for profit. Not anymore.” Argent said.

Then you heard Brett ask from behind you, “Can they find us?”

You turned to look at him and realized he was now directly behind you, and when he looked down at you, you saw fear in his eyes. 

“They might already know you’re here. And maybe waiting for dark,” you heard Argent say, which made you turn away from Brett and look at the others. 

 “So we’re not safe here?” Kira asked. 

“We’re not safe anywhere. We’ve been trying to get out for days. Everywhere we turn, there’s someone new trying to kills us.” Satomi replied. 

“If they’re coming, Scott, they’re coming for you to. You’re still number one on the deadpool.” Argent said in a lower voice than before. 

“I know. I know Lydia can get the answer from Meredith, she just needs more time,” Scott said. 

“Well then that’s what she’ll get.” Argent said. 

At that point, you had pulled away from the group and pulled your phone out, deciding that calling Braeden for extra support might not be such a bad idea. When she answered, you told her the situation and told her to bring as much firepower as she could. Once she told you that her and Derek were on the way, you hung up and walked back over to Scott to tell him they were coming. When you found him, you realized he was talking to Brett, but you just did your best to ignore him. 

“Hey I called Braeden and Derek. I figured it might be a good idea to have them here,” you said, looking directly at Scott. 

“Probably a good idea. When are they coming?” he asked. 

“As soon as she gets everything loaded in the truck i’m guessing,” you said.

“Does Derek need to be here? He’s on the deadpool too isn’t he?” Brett suddenly asked. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before turning to him and saying,

“All Braeden said was that her and Derek would be here soon. She probably doesn’t want to leave him alone.” You then moved to walk away, but you felt someone grab your arm. When you turned around, you realized it was Brett that had grabbed you, and that Scott was nowhere to be seen. 

“Let go of me Brett,” You said sternly, pulled your arm out of his grip.

“Can we talk?” Brett asked. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you said, wanting to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible. Just because you realized that you still had feelings for Brett, doesn’t mean that you were ready to talk to him. 

“Yes there is. I just wanted to say thank you,” he said, apparently not realizing, or not caring, that you didn’t want to continue this conversation. 

“Yeah well I wasn’t about to watch you and Lori get shot. It wasn’t just me, Kira was there too,” you said, crossing your arms and looking away from him, in hopes that he would get the hint that you didn’t want to talk to him.

“Not just for last night. For that night at the animal clinic too,” he said. You whipped your head around to look at him in shock. You didn’t think he remembered that night, and you definitely weren’t expecting him to bring it up. 

“You remember that?” you said quietly, scared of what he was going to say.

“I didn’t at first. When I woke up I was trying to process what happened and how I calmed down, and that’s when I remembered that you were there.”

“I didn’t expect you to remember…” You started to say, trailing off whenever you saw Braden coming up to the two of you.

“There you are,” Braeden said, “Come on, we need to get you armed.”

“Armed?” Brett said, not ready for you to leave, but also confused as to what Braeden was talking about.

“You didn’t think I was just going to sit back and watch did you?”

“Y/N you can’t be here it’s not safe!” Brett exclaimed, grabbing your arm for the second time.

“I’m not the one who’s on a hit list. Now let go of me and let me go get ready.”

“I don’t want you to be here, you could get hurt,” He pleaded.

“Yeah, well you don’t exactly have a say in what I do anymore do you?” you said, suddenly becoming very annoyed with the conversation. You yanked your arm out of his hand, shocked and angry at what he had just said to you. You stalked over to Braeden wordlessly, and when she saw you, she immediately handed you an ankle holster.

“What’s this for?”

“Your ankle,” she said.

“Haha, very funny. I mean why are you giving it to me,” you responded.

“I want you to have a drop gun just in case. Nothing is worse than realizing you’re out of ammo and not having a backup,” she told you. With that, you strapped on the holster, and Braeden handed you a Glock 26, which was exactly the same as a Glock 19, only smaller. She then handed you a few extra magazines for the gun that she had given you before asking,

“You brought the Glock right?” 

“Yeah,” you answered, pulling out of the back of the waistband of your pants.

“Good. Keep these extra magazines on you just in case. If you run out of ammo, then use your backup.” she said. You nodded, and with that she got the rest of her guns ready. You walked around, getting used to the feeling on having a drop gun on you. It was a little heavy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You were scared for tonight, scared that someone in your pack, or Satomi’s pack, would get hurt. As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you were the most scared for Brett to get hurt. You were thankful that Liam wasn’t here, because you knew that if he was, you would be freaking out externally. You knew that Brett could handle himself, your feelings were just anxiety about what if. Liam was still new to all of this, and you were thankful that Scott had told him not to come. By that point you had walked completely around the warehouse, and you walked up to where Derek, Braeden, Scott, and Kira were having a conversation. 

“Scott, you heard anything from Stiles or Lydia yet?” Braden asked.

“Lydia’s still talking to Meredith. Stiles and Malia are headed to the lake house. They’re trying to stop it.” Scott answered.

Out of nowhere, you heard Brett chime in and say,

“What if there is no stopping it? What if it doesn’t end until we’re all dead?”

No one seemed to have an answer, and the room filled with a silence that sent chills down your back.

“Then let’s send a message,” Derek started, the entire room turning to look at him. “Let’s make tonight perfectly clear, to anyone with a copy of that list. It doesn’t matter if they’re professional assassins, hunters, or an amateur who just picked up a gun. Anyone who thinks they can hunt or kill us for money, is gonna be put on another list. Our list. They get to be a name on our deadpool.” Everyone took a minute to take in Derek’s words, some people nodding in agreement, others not saying anything at all. Most people went back to their own conversations, and you saw Brett go over to Lori. They started talking, and Lori looked over your in direction. The two of you made eye contact, and it looked as thought she wanted to come over to you, but she didn’t. You averted your gaze and started walking around again, wanting to take in your surroundings so you knew where you were or what you were doing. It was already dark, and even with the lights in the warehouse, it was still harder to see everything around you. All of a sudden, you heard an alarm sounding in the warehouse, the noise coming from one of the motion sensors.

“They’re coming,” Argent said. You saw three smoke bombs fly into the room and Braeden yelled for everyone to get back. The room quickly filled with smoke and you heard guns being fired from all around you, bullets flying everywhere. You saw red lasers in different areas around the room, and you pulled out your gun in just case. You heard a gun getting close, and you ducked behind a wall for cover. You crouched down and peered behind the wall, before you started aiming for the multiple assassins and shooting at them. When you could, you moved from the wall and headed around one of the tarps, where you heard more gunfire. You saw Braeden doing the same thing, and after a few seconds, the two of your were back-to-back. 

“How many are there?” You yelled over the gunfire.

“Too many!” Braden yelled back. The two of you were both shooting and hitting the assassins, but they just kept coming from every direction. When you both got the chance, you ran in opposite directions to help the others. By this point, you had run out of ammo, and you were prepared to grab your drop gun whenever you needed too. When you rounded the next corner, you saw Lori walking slowly, and you heard her say,

“Brett? Y/N? Where are you?” Your heart broke at the sound of her scared voice, but just then you saw a red laser coming up next to Lori. She turned to see one of the gunmen aiming right for her forehead, and before you could think, you were yelling,

“Lori! Get down!” She dropped to her knees without turning to see who it was, but you knew she recognized your voice. You drew your drop gun from your ankle holster and started shooting at the man and you hit him numerous times, but not before one of his bullets grazed your arm. You cried out in pain, but you managed to get in a few more shots before Scott leapt over one of the broken tables and tackle him. Lori ran over to you and you pulled her into a hug, asking her if she was okay. She nodded, and both of you turned to see Scott throwing the assassin over the table he had just jumped from. You kept your good arm around Lori’s shoulders just in case someone else came for her, but just when you thought you’re going to have to keep shooting, everyone stopped. You watched Scott pull the phone out of the man’s jacket, and when he looked at it, you knew the deadpool was over. Most of the gunmen started to get up and walk out. You and Lori slowly made your way away from where you were standing, and you all looked around to see the damage that was done. You saw Brett before Lori did, and you nudged her and pointed to him. She ran over to him and hugged him, and started telling him something, but you couldn’t hear what it was. You walked over to Scott and Kira, and Kira asked,

“Is it over? Really over?” Scott nodded at her, before turned to look over at you. Suddenly his eyes widened, and your furrowed your brows, wondering he was so shocked about.

“Did you get shot??” he asked, you looked down at your arm, that you had completely forgotten about. You had been so busy watching out for Lori that you hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it. Now that you were paying attention, you realized just how badly it hurt. You winced in pain before you responded,

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Braeden! Argent!” Scott out before you could stop them.

“Scott no stop, it’s not that bad,” You said.

“Are you kidding? You just got shot.” Scott said. That got the attention of most of the people in the room, which was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Braeden came running to you, as did Argent. You prayed Brett hadn’t heard Scott, but were pulled out of your thoughts when you saw Braeden in front of you.

“Where are you hit?” she asked.

“Just my arm. It’s not that bad,” you said.

“It looks like it’s just a flesh wound. You’re gonna need stiches but that should be about it. I can wrap it up before you head to the hospital so you don’t bleed everywhere.”

“Thanks. How come I didn’t realize it was hurting until Scott pointed it out?”

“Adrenaline. You were so preoccupied with the situation that your body didn’t have time to process what was happening.” she said. She led you out to where she had put all of her belongings, and pulled out some gauze and bandages from her bag.

“Do you just carry these around with you everywhere?” you asked her.

“Yeah. And from the looks of it, you should too,” she answered as she started wiping the blood off. You winced in pain but you did your best to keep still. Once she had gotten a majority of the blood off, she started wrapping your arm up. You looked over her shoulder and saw Brett watching the two of you, Lori standing next to him. You held the eye contact with him, knowing that you were going to have to talk to him before you left. Braeden finished up wrapping your arm, and you thanked her, giving her back the drop gun and the empty magazines that she had let you borrow.

“You did good today, Y/N. I’m proud of you, I want you to know that,” she said, before walking off. That meant more to you than she knew, but you weren’t able to think about it for too long before Lori came running up to you and hugging you. She avoided hitting your arm which you were thankful for, and when she pulled away she said,

“Thank you. For saving me,”

“That’s what I was here for,” you replied back with a smile.

“Did that happen when you were helping me?” she asked, suddenly seeming sad.

“I don’t want you to think about that okay? You’re safe, and I’m going to be okay. I just need a few stitches, and then I’ll be good as new.” You said She hugged you one more time, and you heard her whisper,

“I miss you. We both miss you,” With that, she pulled away and headed back towards Brett, walking past him to the rest of her pack. Then Brett, came walking up to you. The two of your stood there, just looking at each other, before your emotions hit you and you started tearing up. You reached up and pulled Brett into your good arm, and he wrapped his arms around your waist and clung to you. You both sat there hugging each other for what felt like ages, but was really only a few minutes. When you finally pulled away, he peered down at you and whispered,

“Are you okay?”

“I will be. It’s just a graze.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he whispered again, his voice cracking in the process. He looked down at your arm, trying to avoid eye contact with you. 

“I got hurt saving Lori. That was more important to me,” you whispered back, finally catching his eyes.

“Thank you for saving her tonight,” he finally said, looking back up at you. 

“Of course,” you said.

“I feel like I’ve said thank you a lot today,” he said with a chuckle.

You gave him a soft smile and said,

“You don’t need to thank me Brett. I-“ He cut you off by whispering,

“Yes. I do. This makes 3 times that you’ve saved mine or Lori’s life. Please Y/N. Please just let me apologize.”

You looked away from him and down at your shoes, which you noticed were very dirty after tonight. You took a deep breathe before saying,

“You’re welcome.” you said. Brett raised his hand slowly and placed his finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look up at him.

“I mean it,” he said.

“And I mean it too.” You pulled back from Brett and lightly grabbed his wrist from where his hand was under your chin. 

“Take care of yourself Brett. And take care of Lori.” you said to him.

“I will. Be careful out there.” he  replied. You nodded and squeezed his wrist, before walking over to Lori to give her a hug.

“Watch out for him alright?” you said to her with a smile after pulling away. She nodded before asking,

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“I always am kiddo,” you said back. Just then, you heard Scott call your name.

“Hey Y/N. I just called my mom; she’s expecting us at the hospital.” he said.

You winked at the younger girl before you running off, not wanting her to feel even the slightest bit guilty about you being shot. You hoped that she knew that you would’ve done it again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping her safe. You and Brett may no longer be on the same terms you used to be, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t still care about the younger girl. She had grown to be like a younger sister to you, and you hated that you couldn’t be that figure for her anymore. 

You had no idea how you were going to explain the bullet wound to your family, especially since you were going to the hospital where you knew your stepdad was working tonight. He had become increasingly suspicious of you and your brother’s whereabouts lately, and this was just going to be the icing on the cake. You also didn’t know how to explain the encounter that you just had with Brett to yourself. Was this the two of your no longer being on bad terms? Was this Brett apologizing for more than just the past few weeks? Was this proof that Brett still thought about you just as much as you thought about him? Was this goodbye?

[writingsforanyone]

Forgotten Fling 2/7

Pairing: Y/N x Brett Talbot

Warnings: Guns

A/N: found this in my notes and realized i never continued this story, so i figured now is as good of a time as any! this is going to be slightly slowburn so there will be more parts!

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“Y/N”

“Y/N!!”

You bolted upright, startled awake by your little brother Liam. You looked around and noticed you were in the some clothes from last night, with your essay notes and textbooks spread around you on the bed.

“What? What is it?” you said.

“We have to be at school in 20 minutes,” Liam said, before rushing out of your room.

You took a minute to recall the events from yesterday: school, the lacrosse game, your essay, Brett. Seeing Brett get off the bus, at the game, and most importantly: helping him at the clinic. You shook yourself back into reality and bolted into your bathroom. You looked into the mirror and saw your red face and puffy eyes, messy bun in your hair that you definitely forgot to wash last night. In simpler words: You looked terrible. After getting home from the clinic, you laid on top of your bed, and cried for hours ; homework long forgotten. You must’ve eventually fallen asleep and forgot to set your alarm, because the last thing you remember is recalling all of your memories with Brett.

You shook yourself back into reality, again, and kicked it into high gear. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, attempted to brush your hair, before throwing it into a slightly neater messy bun than before, and stripped out of your dirty clothes. You found the closest pair of clean leggings you could find, and a random crewneck from your closet. Finally, you went over to your bed and shoved all of your work from the night before into your bag and shoved your shoes on. You grabbed your keys and your phone and raced down the stairs.

“Finally! What took you so long?” Liam said.

You looked over and saw him sitting at the kitchen table, empty plate in front him.

“In case you forgot, I had kind of a rough night last night. Now let’s go, we have like 5 minutes to get to school.”

Considering you and Liam didn’t live far from the school, you didn’t have to speed too much to get there. After a silent car ride, you pulled into the parking lot just was the first bell was ringing. You both hurried into the school, halfheartedly saying goodbye to each other and heading to your respective classes. You slid into your English class just as the final bell rang and hurried over to your seat next to Lydia. She gave you a confused look to which you shook your head and faced the front.

At the end of class, you and Lydia walked out and started heading to your lockers, when she suddenly stopped you and stepped directly in front of you.

“Okay, what’s up with you? You’re never late to school, and you look sickly. Spill it.” she said.

“Is Brett on the deadpool?” you asked, ignoring her other comments.

“What?”

“Lydia, come on. I know you broke the second third of the list. Is he on it?”

“Yes.”

“How much is he worth?”

Lydia hesitated and took a deep breath, before saying, “1 million.”

You sucked in a breath. You weren’t surprised by her answers, but you definitely weren’t expecting your stomach to drop when she said it. The question had been in your head since the night before, and was a majority of the reason you had trouble sleeping.

“Okay. Thanks,” you said, turning around without a second glance, ignoring Lydia’s calls for you. You didn’t know why you were so upset when she told you. You knew Brett was a werewolf, so why wouldn’t he be on the deadpool? The bigger question: Why were you so worried about him?

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Over the next week, you struggled with yourself over what was going on in your head. You were over Brett, right? He made you choose between him and your little brother. The two of you were never even together in the first place. It was just a fling, and occasional hookup, right?

Lydia spent the week trying to get you to talk about it and get it off of your chest, while Liam spent his time talking about how much he hated Brett. You, on the other hand, wanted to forget about it and focus on the more important thing at hand, the deadpool. Since you didn’t have any supernatural abilities, you practiced the one thing you knew you could do to help: shooting a gun.

Your stepfather taught you how to shoot a gun when you were younger, but you never really took a big interest in them until you found out about the supernatural. You knew you had to have a way to protect yourself, and the ones you cared about, so you practiced. At first, you would go with your stepdad to the gun range as often as possible, but with his schedule as a doctor, picking out a specific time was hard. That’s when Scott introduced you to Braeden. Braeden helped you learn more about shooting a gun in the first week than you had ever known. Now, months later, if you weren’t helping the pack figure out who the Benefactor was, you were with Braeden. Shooting helped you get your mind off of everything going on, especially you conflicted thoughts about Brett.

“Are you picking me up from practice?” Liam asked as you were walking out of the high school at the end of the day.

“No, I’ve got plans. Can Scott take you?”

“I’ll ask him. What are you even doing anyway? You’ve barely been home all week.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later, okay?” you said as you walked over to your car, leaving Liam to wonder where you were off to. You hadn’t told Liam that you had been spending most of your time either at the range or with Braeden, but you weren’t sure why. Scott and Lydia both knew, but you made them promise not to tell Liam. Regardless, you got in your car and threw your bag into the passenger side, before heading off towards the range where you were meeting Braden.

As you pulled into the parking lot, you saw Braeden leaning against her car.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to do this?”

“I always am,” you replied while getting out of your car.

The two of you headed in and immediately got to work, you practicing with your favorite weapon: a Glock 19. According to California laws, you weren’t old enough to carry a firearm, but due to the circumstances, Braeden gave you one. You hadn’t had the need to use it yet, but it was more so a safety precaution incase you ever did need to.

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You had no idea how much time had passed since you got to the range, but Braeden was long gone when you got a call from Scott.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey Y/N, are you still at the range?” Scott rushed out.

“Yeah, why?”

“Look, normally i wouldn’t have called you for this, but I figured you’d want to know. Kira is on her way to the school. Brett and his sister are in trouble.”

“I’m on my w-,” you started to say, before Scott cut you off.

“Be careful okay? We don’t know what these people are capable of,” he said.

“I can handle myself Scott. I’ll let you know what happens,” you said, before hanging up the phone. You grabbed all of your belongings as quickly as you could before running out of the building and to your car. At this point it was pouring down rain, and you struggled to see as you drove to the school for the second time that day. You had no idea who you were up against, or what they were doing, all you knew is that Brett was in trouble, and you were not about to let him be the next casualty of the deadpool. You spotted Kira getting out of her car as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, and you didn’t even bother to park in a spot before stopping the car and turning it off. You looked over at the gun and the extra magazines laying in your passenger seat, debating if you should bring them or not. You grabbed them before you could change your mind, and got out of the car and ran over to Kira.

“Did Scott call you?” she yelled at you over the rain.

“Yeah he figured I’d want to be here. Any idea where they are?” you asked. Just as she was about to answer, you saw one of the stadium light on the lacrosse field come on, and the both of you took off in that direction. By the time you reached the field, all of the lights had come on, Kira and yourself were soaked from the rain, and you spotted Brett and Lori standing in the middle of the field. You also spotted the multiple assassins at the other end of the field, all with different weapons aiming for the chests of the young werewolves. Kira broke off in a sprint, you right on her heels, to the middle of the field. One of the assassins shot an arrow, and Kira was able to get to it and slice it in half just before it would have come into connect with Brett’s chest. You pulled your gun out of the back of your waistband, before you and Kira both turned to the siblings and yelled,

“Run!”

Both Brett and Lori opened their eyes and saw the two of you. You made eye contact with Brett, and when he didn’t move, you yelled at him again,

“Brett, get out of here! Take Lori and get to Deaton’s clinic!”

Brett hesitated, but upon seeing Kira slice another arrow in half, and the gun in your hand, he took off with Lori. At this point you had turned your attention towards the assassins that were shooting at you and Kira left and right. You struggled to see in the rain, but you aimed for the legs and started shooting. You didn’t want to kill anyone, you just wanted them to stop shooting and leave. You hit one of the men in the leg, and that’s when they took off. You looked over at Kira to see her breathing hard, you doing the same.

“Come on let go. We can call Scott on the way,” Kira said, grabbing your arm before the two of you ran to your cars. Kira agreed to call Scott on the way, and the both of you headed to the veterinary clinic. As you were driving, you took into account everything that just happened, and realized that the adrenaline had to have accounted for most of it.

“I just shot someone,” you thought, suddenly feeling like you were going to throw up.

“I just shot someone, who was trying to assassinate the boy I’m in love with,” you thought again. You didn’t realize that you had started to cry at the possibility of Brett almost dying, once again. This was the first time since seeing Brett get off of the bus, that you admitted to yourself that you still loved him. By this point, you had arrived at the clinic, and you saw that Kira was already walking in the door. You took a minute to compose yourself, wiping the tears off of your face. you turned off the ignition and went into the clinic, not expecting to see Brett’s entire pack, including his Alpha, in the back. You avoided eye contact with him and made your way over to Deaton, who was talking to Kira about what happened.

“Who’s idea was it to bring them here?” he asked.

“Mine. This was the first place i thought off, but I didn’t realize there was this many people in the pack,” You answered.

“Well, I’d say it was a good idea to bring them here. Has anyone called Scott?” Deaton asked again.

“I called him on the way over here. Liam’s with him,” Kira said, looking over at you. You realized now was as good of a time as any to tell your brother what you had been up too, since he would probably have found out eventually. Just then, you heard the bell over the front door sound, and you and Kira both ran out to see the boys. You ran too Liam and crushed him in a hug, while Kira went over to Scott and kissed him.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Liam said sounding worried.

“I’m fine. I’ll explain everything later, I promise,” you said, before looking at Scott and Kira.

“Did you find him? Did you find Brett?” Scott asked.

“Actually, I think we found all of them,” Kira said, before leading the four of you into the back room.

“Satomi, this is who I was telling you about,” Kira said, gesturing to Scott. Satomi nodded and smiled before saying,

“I know who Scott McCall is.”

“Are we safe here?” Lori suddenly asked, looking only at you. When you and Brett were “together,” you had become close with Lori, treating her like your little sister. You looked over at her and smiled, before saying,

“For now, yeah, you’re safe.” You looked over at Brett for the first time since you were on the lacrosse field, and you just barely caught the soft smiled on his lips. You wanted to look away, to look anywhere besides him, but you couldn’t. Brett was having the same problem. He wanted to break the eye contact, but he couldn’t either. Unbeknownst to the other one, memories of the two of you flooded both of your minds. Memories of when the two of you were happy together kept playing in your mind, and you didn’t want them to stop. It just seemed like everything around the both of you stopped, like you and Brett were the only two in the room, until,

“We’re gonna need help. A lot of help,” Scott said. You ripped your eyes away from Brett’s and looked over the Scott, before saying,

“I’ll call Braeden. You call Argent.” With that, you spun on your heel and headed outside, where it was still raining, but not quite as hard. The whole eye contact thing with Brett made you feel like you were going to throw up for the second time that night, but this time, you actually did it. You ran to the back of the building and threw up, all of the events of the night finally catching up to you: Saving Brett and Lori, the assassins, shooting someone. When you were done, you moved to lean on the side of the building, letting the rain hit you and calm you down. You were crying again, and you realized that you seemed to be crying a lot these days, something you never used to do. You hated crying because it made you feel weak.

Preoccupied with your thoughts, you didn’t hear Liam come up beside and you and ask if you were okay. You jumped at the sound of his voice, before saying,

“I need to tell you something. A lot of things actually.”

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Celebration

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Y/N

Warnings: Underage Drinking

Type: Fluff

A/N: Weasley Twins and Y/N are in their 6th year, No Tri-Ward Tournament ; also the spacing is really weird i’m not sure what happened when i copy and pasted from my notes but i’m sorry!! enjoy :)

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Gryffindor’s were notorious for throwing the best parties for every occasion. Especially after a Quidditch win. The biggest game of the year between Gryffindor and Slytherin had taken place just hours before, and after a landslide win, the lions were ready to party. The team’s star chaser, Y/N Y/L/N, had scored a whooping 7 goals for the team, with her fellow chasers Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson scoring 3 and 2.

Now, Y/N was being hoisted on the shoulders of her two best friends, Fred and George Weasley, and every Gryffindor from fourth year and up was cheering for her.

“Look at our best friend!” said George

“The best chaser Hogwarts has ever seen!” Fred added on

Y/N laughed and said to her best friends,

“Okay okay now put me down!”

“You’re okay with flying around on a broom but not sitting on your best friends’ shoulders?” Fred said with a smirk

“I can control my broomstick, I can’t control you two!” Y/N said with a smack to Fred’s head. In one quick motion, Fred pulled her from his shoulder and into his arms bridal style and added,

“Is this better?”

“Much better,” Y/N answered with a smile.

George, Lee Jordan, and the rest of the Quidditch team looked at the pair and rolled their eyes, not surprised about the flirty interaction between the two. While Y/N and the twins had been inseparable since their first day on the train, over the past year Fred and Y/N’s relationship had changed into something more. Flirty banter, lingering touches, and stares across rooms, it seemed obvious to everyone except the two that their feelings towards each other were more than just ‘best friends’.

Fred finally put Y/N down and grabbed her hand, leading her to the large round table in the back of the common room that was filled with all kinds of drinks. He grabbed two bottles of Ogden’s Old Firewhisky, handing one to the girl on his side and keeping the other for himself. Y/N opened the bottle and took a long swig, letting the burning liquor slide down her throat. Fred moved his hand from hers and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her into his side.

“You played really good today darling. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you the whole game,” Fred said looking down at her.

She looked up at him and winked, nudging his side before saying,

“Only because I had my favorite beater to protect me. And George too of course.”

Fred laughed and kissed her forehead, before pulling away and excusing himself to go find George and Lee, leaving Y/N to go find the rest of her friends. She spotted Katie, Angelina, and Alicia Spinnet across the room and made her way over to them, grabbing another bottle of Firewhisky before she left the table.

“There she is!” said Alicia say before pulling her into a hug.

“Hey ‘Licia,” Y/N said pulling away.

“So what was that over there?” Katie said, nodding her head over to the table where Y/N had just been with Fred.

“That was nothing, you lot know that’s how Fred and I are,” Y/N retorted while rolling her eyes, grinning at the same time.

Her three friends rolled her eyes, but changed the subject nonetheless, knowing Y/N was too oblivious to her own feelings. The group of girls talked for a while, eventually moving over to the table covered in alcohol and getting more, gradually getting more intoxicated as the night went on. Y/N knew she would have an awful hangover in the morning, but grabbing her fifth bottle of Firewhisky, she couldn’t care less. The group went their separate ways after a bit, going to find more of their friends to talk too. Y/N made her way over to the golden trio who was sitting on one of the couches. Being best friends with the Weasley twins and staying at the Burrow all the time meant Ron became sort of like a younger brother, and with that came with seeing Harry and Hermione in the same way. Y/N noticed Hermione nursing a bottle of spiked butter beer, half empty.

“‘Mionie! Bottoms up! We’re celebrating tonight!” Y/N announced, coming up in front of the girl.

“Jeez Y/N how much have you had?” Ron said.

“Four? Maybe five? I think I lost count” the girl giggled out, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take Hermione from you both, and we’re going to dance.”

“Wha- No I don’t dance!” Hermione exclaimed, but she let Y/N pull her up anyway. She placed her now-empty butterbeer on a side table by the couch, and Y/N led her over to the alcohol table yet again, grabbing them more drinks to keep them going. They then made their way over to the coffee table that was right in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, and Y/N quickly stepped up on it and started dancing, urging Hermione of join her. The younger girl rolled her eyes before stepping onto the table next to her friend. The two girls started moving to the beat, slowly getting lost in the music that was blaring from the speakers. Y/N took a long drink from the liquor bottle in her hand, before she spotted two familiar heads of red hair in a corner of the room. Fred watched in awe as his best friend swayed her hips to the beat, her white tennis skirt showing her curves off, and her red crop top rising as she lifted her arms above her head, showing her sculpted abs from years of Quidditch. Her white heeled booties made her legs go on for miles. Y/N knew he was staring at her, and started swaying her hips a bit more seductively, and raised her arms a little higher than before.

Y/N knew how she felt about Fred a long time ago, but after convincing herself that he didn’t reciprocate those feelings, she pushed them deep down and tried to forget about them. She saw how he was around other girls, and that did nothing but confirm her thoughts. That didn’t stop her from flirting with him, and she assumed that him flirting back with her was just his charming personality coming out. She had known the twins for 6 years, and while they had been her best friends ever since, her feelings towards Fred slowly changed compared to the ones she had for George. While she saw George as a best friend, a brother, she eventually fell in love with Fred’s charisma, his laugh, the way he treated her and protected her. He always made sure that she ate and slept enough, and was there for her every time the stress of school and Quidditch piled up. He would let her cry on his shoulder while he held her until she eventually fell asleep, and wouldn’t move until she woke up. He was always able to put a smile on her face when she was having a bad day, whether it be with a simple joke or with an elaborate prank. Whenever Gryffindor would throw their parties and she had one too many Firewhiskys, he would always make sure she got up to bed safe, and was there to cure the hangover the next morning. If Y/N got detention, he was first in line to cause a disruption that would land him in detention right next to her, even if it was with Snape. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, and while Y/N thought it was just him being a best friend, there was so much more to Fred’s actions than she knew.

Y/N let the music take her away, dancing like no one and everyone was watching at the same time. She danced with Hermione and grabbed her hand, spinning her around while they laughed. They lost track of how long they had been dancing, but it had been long enough for them to both have finished the bottles of alcohol in their hands, now discarded on the floor. Eventually, Hermione turned to the girl and said while laughing,

“Okay I need a break. I’m exhausted.”

“Who am I supposed to dance with now?” Y/N whined looking at her friend

As Hermione stepped down from the table, she looked up at Y/N and said,

“Ask Fred. He’s been staring at you this entire time.”

Y/N turned and immediately saw Fred in the same place he had been before, still staring at her with a soft smile on his face.

“Freddie! Come dance with me!” she called out.

The redhead immediately made his way over to the girl, noticing how she was involuntarily swaying and tripping over her own feet. As he approached the table, he spoke to the girl,

“I’ll only dance with you if you get down from that table. You’re too drunk to be up there.”

“But dancing on the table is fun Freddie you have to try it,” she answered, pouting.

“I’ll try it another time I promise,” he said laughing, “Right now I don’t want you to fall and get hurt.”

“Fine, you’re no fun,” Y/N mumbled, attempting to step down from the table. Fred shot his arms out and grabbed her waist, picking her up and setting her on the ground before she could fall face first off of the surface. Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and put her chin against his chest, looking up at him.

“Now will you dance with me?” Y/N drawled out, pouting up at the boy.

Fred laughed looking down at the girl and nodded, and she quickly let go of his waist and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. Just as they stopped, a new upbeat song started playing, and Y/N squealed and announced that she loved the song and immediately started dancing again, swaying her hips and raising her arms above her head yet again. Fred put his hands on her hips from behind and let her dance on him, swaying against her. This typically happened between them at every party, but what Y/N didn’t know was Fred looked forward to this every time. He looked forward to having the girl he loved dancing against him, with her attention solely on him and the music. He relished in the moments they got to spend just the two of them. He had told himself over a year ago that his best friend didn’t feel the same way, no matter what George and Lee thought, or even the rest of his family members. When Y/N had gone to the Burrow to spend the last two weeks of summer break with the Weasleys before their sixth year started, Molly had questioned Fred on why he hadn’t asked her out yet. He told her multiple times that they were just friends, but he knew she didn’t believe him.

Fred remembered the exact moment he realized he was in love with his best friend. During their first Quidditch game of the season in their fifth year, Gryffindor was playing Ravenclaw, and he hadn’t seen one of the Ravenclaw beaters hit a blunger towards Y/N. All he saw was the blunger hit her in the back, and her body falling off of her broom. He dropped his beater’s bat and ignored every call and shout from Olivier Wood telling him to stop fooling around. He flew downward as fast as his broom would take him, and managed to catch Y/N’s limp body moments before she hit the ground. He carried her all the way to the Hospital Wing, despite protests from Madam Hooch telling him to put her down and let her handle it. He stayed in the Hospital Wing for 3 days waiting inter to wake up, leaving only to shower and change out of his Quidditch uniform. George brought him food and sat with him for most of the time, but left when it was time for him to sleep. Fred slept in the chair next to her bed and skipped all of his Monday classes, but he didn’t think twice about wanting to be there when she woke up.

During those 3 days he sat in the hospital, he realized just how strong his feelings were for his best friend. He realized that he couldn’t live without her, and that he wanted no one else. No one made his heart race the way Y/N did when she walked into the room. He had fallen in love with her sarcastic banter and the way she could give just as much as she could take. He had fallen in love with her bright smile and her captivating eyes. The had a way with always encouraging him with her motivating words when it came to school, Quidditch, and even his pranks. She supported him through everything, but had no problem scolding his and George if they pulled a prank or did something that she knew could get them in trouble. She fell right into place with his family, treating his younger siblings as her own and getting along with all of his older siblings. His parents loved her. Family is everything to Fred, and Y/N fitting in with the Weasleys was everything to him. If Fred was sick, she was right next to him making him soup and tea, getting him medicine and helping him get better. She would lay with him and sing him to sleep, staying all night to make sure didn’t have problem through the night. She didn’t care if she got sick, all she cared about was making sure Fred got better. She helped him study so he could pass his classes, even if it meant studying less for hers. She had taken the blame for his reckless actions for than once, so he could avoid getting in trouble yet again. Fred had realized that he wanted no one else by his side, and because of that, he sacrificed telling Y/N his feelings in fear that he would lose her completely if he did.

Fred shook himself from his thoughts and focused on the girl in front of him. He bent his head down and kissed her on the cheek, then moving down and placing one on her neck. He moved his hands from her waist and spun her around so she was facing him. He placed his hands on the exposed skin between her skirt and her crop that had risen up. She looked up at him and smiled, wrapping her hands around his neck, not faltering her dance moves once. He locked eyes with her and didn’t look away, a small smirk playing on his lips. He pulled her closer so she was pressed completely against him, and she tightened her arms around his neck without a second though. They continued dancing like this for a few more minutes through a number of songs, before Y/N started to pull away and asked,

“You want to go get another drink?”

Before Fred could answer, she grabbed one of his hands that rested on her waist and started walking towards the back of the common room. She attempted to weave her way through the crowd, but bumped into multiple people instead. By the time they reached the table, Fred was holding onto her to keep her upright.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, love,” Fred told the girl.

“But Freddie we’re celebrating tonight,” she pouted to the boy.

“I know but you can’t even stand up straight. I think it’s time to get you to bed.”

“You want to get me in bed?”

Fred laughed and shook his head, before wrapping his hands around her waist and walking Y/N towards the door to the boys dormitories. When they approached the door, he turned her to face him and she stuck her arms up out of reflex. He picked her up with ease and she wrapped her legs around his waist and nuzzled her face in his neck. Fred opened the door and climbed up the stairs until he reached the door to his room, opening and closing it behind them. When they reached his bed, he attempted to sit Y/N down but she clung to him and said,

“No don’t let me go Freddie.”

Fred leaned back so he could see her face and she picked her head up to look at him. She flicked her eyes down to his lips and back up to his eyes so fast that Fred wondered if he had imagined it, but when she did it again he knew he wasn’t seeing things. He kissed her forehead before sitting her down on his bed. He turned to his trunk and pulled out one of his shirts and a pair of flannel pajama pants for Y/N to change into. He handed them before saying,

“Go and change then we can go to bed.”

“I love wearing your clothes,” she said before getting up from the bed.

“You can wear them whenever you like,” Fred said with a smile as she disappeared into the bathroom. He changed into a pair of pajama pants and took his shirt off before filling up a glass of water and setting it on the table beside his bed. When Y/N emerged from the bathroom, she headed straight for his bed and sat on the edge. Fred handed her the glass of water and told her to drink it, and she finished the entire glass before saying,

“Fred?”

“Yes love?” he answered.

“Will you ever see me as more than just your best friend?”

Fred wondered if he had heard her correctly and moved to stand between her legs, and then asked her to repeat what she had said.

“You heard what I said Freddie. Am I just a best friend to you?”

Fred softly placed his hands on her cheeks and moved her head to look at him. He let out a breathe and decided it was now or never.

“You’re everything to me Y/N. You’re my world. You’re so much more to me than just a best friend. I can’t imagine not having you by my side everyday. I love everything about you; your smile, your eyes, your laugh. The way you’re always there to help me and support me. You’re my best friend but you’re so much more than that. I’m in love with you Y/N.”

Y/N took his words in and smiled. She felt herself started to sober as he spoke each word, and started to tear up. She felt a single tear slip onto her cheek, and Fred wiped it off with his thumb out of instinct. The girl placed one of her hands over one of his and whispered,

“I’ve been in love with you since we were 14 year old.”

Fred’s smile only grew, and he leaned down and softly pressed his lips against hers. His lips were softer than Y/N had imagined them being, and the kiss was slow and sweet. She moved her lips against his and moved her hands to his waist, pulling him in closer. The kiss grew from soft and sweet, to hard and passionate, both of them trying to express years of unspoken love to each other. Neither of them wanted to pull away first, but before long they both needed to breathe, and slowly pulled away at the same time. Fred leaned his forehead against hers, and placed another soft kiss on her lips.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Fred whispered.

“You should have,” Y/N retorted with a smile. Fred only chuckled before letting go of her cheeks and pulling back the comforter on his bed. Y/N wordlessly climbed under the covers and scooted over so Fred could get in next to her. He laid down and opened his arms, inviting the girl to lay with him. Y/N placed her head on Fred’s chest and tangled her legs with his, before placing a few kisses on his shirtless torso.

“This was the Quidditch celebration we’ve ever had,” Y/N mumbled, already starting to doze off.

“I love you Y/N,” Fred whispered back to her, pressing a kiss against her hair. He knew she was tired and had began to fall asleep, but he didn’t miss the “I love you too Freddie” that fell from her lips just before she passed out for the night.

[writingsforanyone]

Forgotten Fling 1/7

Pairing: Brett Talbot + Y/N

Warnings: None

a/n: i haven’t written anything in like a year but i thought i’d give it another shot so if this is awful i’m sorry!! pt. 2 will be out soon!

You shot up from your desk as the bell rang signaling the end of class, and rushed out of the classroom and into the hallway. Before you could make your way to your locker, you saw your younger brother Liam fast walking past you, his best friend Mason on his heels.

“Liam. Wait. LIAM,” you heard Mason say as you jogged up to meet them.

“Brett!” Liam said, making you freeze and your eyes grow wide. You watched as the 6’2 blonde lacrosse player stepped off the Devenford Prep charter bus and looked directly at Liam when he heard his name.

“Ahh here we go,” Mason said from beside you.

“I just wanted to say… have a good game,” your brother said as he stuck his hand out. You and Mason looked at each other in confusion, expecting a much louder and meaner introduction from the sophomore. Brett and the other Devenford Prep lacrosse players started laughing before Brett spoke up.

“That’s cute Liam. Is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologize and everything is fine? You demolished Coach’s car”

“I paid for it,” Liam answered, obviously tense.

“Yeah, you’re gonna pay for it. We’re gonna break you in half out there. And it’s gonna be all your fault,” Brett finished.

At that point, you had had enough of Brett’s antics, and when you saw Liam clenching his fist and blood dripping from his hand, you pushed your way past the small crowd that had formed and grabbed your brother’s arm.

“Come on Liam. He’s not worth it,” you said glaring at Brett before beginning to walk away.

“Me? Not worth it? That’s not what you were saying a few months ago babygirl,” Brett said with a smirk, causing you to turn back around.

“People change Talbot. Not surprised that you haven’t,” you retorted, turning around and grabbing Liam, walking past Mason, Scott, and the rest of the pack who all stood back in confusion. You heard Stiles start talking trying to defuse the situation, but you continued walking with Liam back into the school to calm him down.

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You pulled into the Beacon Hills High parking lot later that night, dropping Liam off early for his game. You wanted to stay and watch, but you had procrastinated an essay that was due in two days, and you needed to go home and work on it. Regardless, you walked toward the bleachers and slumped down next to Lydia and Malia. You were obviously in a bad mood, and looking over at Brett pulling a shirt over his head didn’t help. He turned towards you and made eye contact with you, but after a moment, you tore your gaze away from him. That caused Lydia to ask,

“So what exactly was that about earlier?”

You knew exactly what she was talking about, and you knew the question was coming. You took a deep breath before explaining your history with Brett.


“Brett and I had a habit of hooking up, very often. We would call the other whenever we were bored, lonely, sad, mad, whatever the case was. Sometimes it wouldn’t even be to hook up, it would be because we simply needed someone to be there for us. At school we would talk in our classes or in the hallways, we’d go to each others games, and we would always go to parties together. We would flirt with other people and talk to them, but at the end of the night we always went home with each other. Everyone thought we would eventually get together, but we never did. We were just friends, who had a bad habit of hooking up with each other,” you finished, kind of relieved to have gotten all of that off of your chest.

“If you guys were friends and all, what happened earlier at the bus?” Malia questioned.

“When everything happened with Liam and the lacrosse team, Brett started to be an ass to Liam at school, at practice, everywhere he saw him. When Liam told me about it, I confronted Brett, and he basically told me I had to choose between him or Liam, and I obviously chose Liam,” you sighed. With that, you bid your friends farewell, and walked down the bleachers towards the rest of your friends. You gave them hugs and wished them good luck, making sure to give your brother a few extra words of encouragement, knowing he would need it. You started walking towards your car and heard the game start in the background. You wished you could stay, but you needed to write your essay, and the thought of being in the same vicinity as Brett Talbot made you want to gag. You unlocked your car and threw your purse into the passenger seat. You climbed in and drove out of the parking lot, heading straight for your house.

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Sitting on your bed, typing away at your computer, you had managed to write almost 3 pages since you had gotten home. Clad in your favorite gray sweatpants and a blue cropped t-shirt, and hair thrown in a messy bun, you were in your zone. Suddenly, your phone rang, startling you. You checked the caller ID and saw that your brother was calling you.

“Hello?” you answered, wondering if you were supposed to go pick him up.

“Y/N I’m at the animal clinic with Stiles, Derek, and Brett. Brett got hurt and Deaton is trying to help him and he won’t calm down and he’s going to— never mind. We need you down here you have to come calm him down.“ Liam rambled. You cut him off by saying,

“I’m on my way,” and hung up the phone. You jumped out of bed and shoved your feet into the closet pair of shoes you had. You grabbed your keys and sprinted down the stairs, out the front door, and into your car. You headed towards the animal clinic as fast as you could go with getting pulled over.

When Liam first told you that Scott had bit him, you weren’t as shocked as he thought you would be. Sure you were shocked at the fact that Liam had gotten bit and there was a whole pack of werewolves at your school, but you already knew werewolves existed. Brett had told you about the supernatural months ago, and he also told you that he was a born werewolf. He explained to you that born werewolves had better control over their inner wolf, and that anchoring themselves was easier. However, over the months that you and Brett were having your little fling, he told you that you became his anchor, and you were the reason he was able to stop himself from wolfing out. He called you every full moon and asked you to come stay with him, and you would. You would hold him and stroke his hair to help him fall asleep, knowing that if he was asleep, he would be ok. You snapped out of your thoughts as you pulled up to the clinic, wiping the few tears that you realized had fallen from your eyes. You ran into the clinic and into the back room, and saw Derek and Stiles trying to hold Brett down.

“Derek, how about a little werewolf strength,” You heard Stiles say.

“I’m not the only one here with werewolf strength,” He argued back, and you immediately went over the the table. Brett was thrashing back and forth and there was yellow stuff coming from his mouth. You put you hands on both of his cheeks and turned his head towards you, and Derek and Stiles continued to try to hold him still.

“Brett. Brett. Can you hear me? It’s Y/N. I need you to look at me ok? Focus on my voice,” you said. You didn’t notice the few tears that fell from your eyes and onto the table, only focusing on Brett. He looked up at you and started to calm down a bit, but he was still breathing heavy and you could tell he was in pain.

“Hey baby,” you chuckled through your tears, glad that you were still able to calm him down like you used to. Suddenly, you heard something fall, and looked over to see that Liam has knocked something over. With that, Brett started to thrash around again, and he pushed Derek and Stiles away from him. You jumped back and watched as he jumped up from the table trying to find this way out. Someone punched him directly in the face and he was knocked unconsious, and everyone looked over to see Peter in the doorway.

“I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself,” Peter said.

“Maybe more than a little,” Derek said back, as Stiles moved over to Brett, who was lying on the floor.

“Hey Doc, I don’t think he’s breathing,” Stiles said, and you moved over to kneel next to him. You watched as Deaton made an cut in Brett’s chest, and a cloud of yellow smoke was realized. He started breathing and you smiled as deacon said,

“He’ll be fine, but he’ll probably be out for a while.”

You heard mumbling and turned to see Brett trying to say something. You leaned down and heard him whispering,

“The sun, the moon, the truth,” to himself.

“It’s his pack’s mantra. Satomi’s pack,” you said to the others, remembering how Brett had explained it to you. With that, you moved to grab paper towels from the counter, and began wiping the yellow wolfsbane from Brett’s face and chest. You then stood up, wondering if you should wait with Brett until he woke up.

“He probably wouldn’t want to see me, especially not after this,” you mumbled to yourself, forgetting that the 3 werewolves in the room could hear you. Liam looked over at you knowingly. He knew you eventually grew feelings for Brett as your fling went on, but he never said anything to you about it. He just knew. You grabbed your bag and walked out of the room and out of the building, waiting for Liam to follow so the two of you could go home.

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the infamous y/n • part 3

last part!!! i wrote all three parts the same night just because i loved the idea so much. i hope you enjoyed reading the short story as much as i enjoyed writing it. feedback is appreciated!!

@blisssection @faypol @leasly @i-need-coffee-in-an-iv

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Friday night. Best night of the week. And at Liberty High, an eventful one. With a baseball game that night, and a party at Bryce Walker’s house after, everyone was in good spirits.

It was the last period of the day, and Kelly Lambert was still debating whether or not to go to the party. Her and Anna had already decided on going to the game, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go to Bryce’s. It’s not as if she didn’t drink or didn’t go to parties. She has just heard rumors about things that happened at Bryce’s parties, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be apart of that.

“Hey Kelly are you going to the game today?” Y/N asked. They had sat next to each other everyday in their last period Bio class, and had talked a little bit everyday.

“Yea me and Anna are going. She’s trying to get me used to going to Liberty events,” Kelly replied chuckling. “And the after party?” Y/N replied. “That i’m not sure about. I’ve heard rumors about Bryce’s parties.”

“A lot of what to be heard is just that- rumors. Bryce may be an asshole sometimes, but dude knows how to throw a party,” Zach butted in. “Definitely. And besides. If you want to experience Liberty events, what better way than with free alcohol?” Y/N said, causing all three of them to laugh. “Alright I’ll go. I don’t know how long i’m going to stay though,” Kelly answered. “Atta girl! It’s fun I promise,” Y/N said.

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It was the bottom of the 7th inning, and Liberty and Washington were tied 12-12. Monty was up to bat, with Jeff on 2nd base. Kelly, Anna, Clay, and Hannah watched as Monty look around in the stands with a worried look on his face.

“Guys look,” Hannah said, pointing to Y/N walking over to the net right behind home plate. Monty jogged over to the net and Y/N said something to him. He smiled and kissed her cheek through the netting and then walked up to the plate, bat in hand. Y/N went and sat back down next to Marcus, Justin, and Jessica. Monty got ready, and swung at the pitch, hitting the ball and taking off down the diamond to 1st base. Jeff ran from 2nd making it to 3rd before realizing he still had time, and sprinted to home plate, finishing his run. Monty kept running, through 2nd and 3rd, all the way to home plate, making a home run, and ending the game at 14-12. Liberty fans erupted into cheers, ecstatic over the win. The baseball players ran out of the dugout onto the field, and picked Monty and Jeff up onto their shoulders. Kelly watched as Justin, Jessica, Marcus, and Y/N made their way through the crowd towards their friends. The baseball players started to disperse, and Monty, Jeff, Zach, and Bryce made their way towards their friends. Y/N ran towards Monty, and much like the day before, Monty picked her up with ease. Anyone who didn’t know the 2, or at least of them, would think they were dating in a heartbeat.

The 4 friends headed back to Anna’s house, where the girls were staying the night. The girls touched up their makeup and changed into more ‘party-appropriate’ outfits, while Clay patiently waited for them to be ready.

When they pulled up to the huge house, the party was already in full swing. They walked around back, and the first thing they saw a crowd of people dancing. They all went and got drinks and began to enjoy the party.

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Hours has past by, and everyone was still having fun. Kelly made her way to get another drink, and ran right Y/N at the table.

“Hey girl you made it!! I told you you’d have a good time. I need another drink.”

Kelly laughed at the obviously drunk girl as she watched her mix another drink.

“Have you seen Monty? i was talking with Jeff and then he disappeared and i’m sad,” Y/N asked. “I think u saw him dancing but i could be wrong,” Kelly replied. Y/N gave her a huge hug, almost spilling her drink and ran off to go find Monty.

“What was that about?” Kelly heard from behind her. Clay was coming up to get another Coke, having barely drank one beer the whole night. “She wanted to know if i knew where Monty was.” “Of course she did,” Clay answered laughing. They went their separate ways, with Clay going to talk to some friends and Kelly making her way to the makeshift dance floor. She didn’t see Monty or Y/N, but not thinking anything of it, she let herself loose.

After dancing for a while, Kelly headed outside to get some air. She sat on the porch stairs and pulled out her phone, scrolling through her apps. All of a sudden she started hearing crying sounds coming from around the house. she looked up and saw Zach carrying Y/N while she was crying into his shirt.

“Hey it’s Kelly right?” Zach said looking at her. She replied with a yes and stood up, walking towards him. She asked what was wrong w Y/N and Zach said, “She saw Monty dancing with some random girl and they went upstairs. She’s really drunk which just made her emotions worse. Can you open the front door to that Audi over there? I’m taking her home.”

Kelly opened the door and helped Zach get her in the car, shutting the door carefully. “Thanks. Monty is a fucking asshole for this.”

“Yea. I’ve only been here for a week but i’ve seen the way they are towards each other. I thought they were dating when i first - “ “Hey Zach what the hell man?!” They turned around and saw Monty running out of the house towards them. Zach went to him and held him back. “You fucked up man. She doesn’t want to see you.” “Let me explain myself at least! It wasn’t what it looked like.” “So you didn’t go upstairs with some random girl with Y/N right there?” “I did but she was pulling me up there man. I didn’t want to make a scene and let her down in front of everyone!” “That’s the most bullshit excuse i’ve ever heard.” “I swear!”

Kelly watched the encounter between the two boys, when Jeff and Justin came outside.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Jeff asked.

“Cruz decided to fuck up every chance he had with Y/N and go upstairs with some other girl.”

“YOU DID WHAT?” Jeff and Jessica said in union. Jessica ran to the car and opened the door, sitting with Y/N and comforting her. She wasn’t crying anymore, but she had mascara on her face from before. Jeff pulled Zach and Monty apart, before taking Zach’s spot.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Y/N is the best thing that’s every happened to you and you’re going to fuck it up in one night because you wanted to hookup with someone? I don’t care how drunk you are, there’s no fucking excuse for that.”

“Jeff stop,” you all turned around and saw Y/N standing up out of the car. “Let him go. Please?” she said, barely above a whisper. Jeff backed away from Monty and let Y/N go to him. Kelly stood away from the group, not really knowing any of them, when Zach motioned her over to them. He introduced her to everyone, before they all turned towards the couple.

“Why Monty?”

“I didn’t know where you went and i saw you with Jeff and I just got jealous. She came up to me and told me to go dance with her. I don’t know why.”

“But why did you go upstairs with her? You knew i was there. I saw you look at me,” Y/N said. She was visibly cold, and Monty shrugged off his letterman jacket and wrapped it around her. She slipped her arms through it muttering a thank you.

“She asked me if i wanted to somewhere else and she didn’t even let me answer. She just started pulling me upstairs and when we got away from everyone i told her that i couldn’t. She got really mad and said it shouldn’t matter since me and you weren’t official but i ran back downstairs anyway. I couldn’t find you but when i went outside Justin told me that Zach took you home.”

By then they were arms length apart, and Monty reached for her hand. Y/N gave in and let him pull her to him.

“You gotta believe me baby. I want to be with you. Not anyone else.”

Y/N looked up at his pleading face and stood on her tip toes, one hand on Monty’s cheek and the other on his chest to stabilize herself. She leaned up and kissed him, his hands immediately going to her waist. The boys started whistling at the two, and Jessica started squealing.

“Be my girlfriend. I want something official with you,” Monty said as he pulled away. Y/N smiled and nodded, giving him another peck on the lips before turning to her friends. Kelly slowly made her way back towards the house, ready to tell her friends everything she just witnessed.

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On Monday morning, word at spread like wildfire about the events of Friday night, and when the new ‘official’ couple walked through the doors hand in hand, they looked as happy as ever.

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the infamous y/n •part 2

part 2!!! i know i only posted part 1 last night, but i’ve already written all three parts, and i wanted to get this up for you! hope u enjoy!! part 3 soon!!

@blisssection @faypol

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A week had rolled by, and Kelly was finally getting settled it. It was Thursday, and the school was having a pep rally at the end of school. There was a soccer game that night, and a baseball game the next, so there was a lot to celebrate. She walked into the gym with Anna, Hannah, and Clay, and they sat in the first place available, since the bleachers were filling up fast. Once everyone was settled down, the cheerleaders ran out and did a routine, before the captain took the microphone.

“Good afternoon Liberty High School!” she yelled, causing the gym to cheer.

“Today we are here for 2 reasons. Our girls soccer game tonight, and our baseball game tomorrow night. I’m going to start off my introducing our soccer team.” She started naming every team member ending with the captain. “And our captain, Y/N Y/L/N!” Everyone started cheering for her as she waved to everyone. “And now for our baseball team!” She started naming the players, and Kelly heard her name the ones you knew. “Zach Dempsey! Bryce Walker! Monty de la Cruz! and our captain, Jeff Atkins!” Kelly could see Y/N cheering for her friends, and she didn’t miss the wink that Month sent her way. Hannah didn’t miss it either.

“Did you see that?” Hannah said, and Kelly nodded, watching as Y/N sent him a big cheesy smile. “They’re adorable”

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“Welcome to Liberty High’s first home soccer game of the season! Would both captains please report to center field,” the announcer said. The stands were packed full, and right in front, were the jocks of Liberty, supporting their best friend. Y/N made her way to center field for the coin toss, and after winning, jogged back to her teammates. The team took their positions, with Y/N up the at front, and the ref blew his whistle signaling the start of the game.

“How good is she really?” Kelly asked about Y/N. Her and her new found friends decided to come to the game, sitting further up the stands. “Our freshman year, the scouts that were here watching the seniors were asking about her. Just watch. Guarantee she makes most of the goals tonight.” Just then, the crowd starting getting riled up, and they turned to see the other forward opposite of Y/N dribbling he ball up the field, Y/N running of the other side of the field. The girl, whose jersey said ‘Smith’ of the back, crossed the ball, and Y/N jumped and headed the ball straight past the goal keeper and into the net. The crowd erupted into cheers, and Y/N ran around the field and into a group hug with her teammates, celebrating her early goal. The first half continued as such, with Y/N scoring 2 more goals. The red blew his whistle signaling halftime, and the players ran into their locker rooms. The Tiger fans slowly made their way to either the bathroom or the concession stand, and Kelly and Clay happened to be right behind Monty and Bryce.

“Dude she’s doing so good,” Monty said.

“I forgot how good she was. But dude for real when are you gonna get with that? ‘Cause if you don’t i might just have too. Those short shorts are doing things to me man,” Bryce said. All of a sudden, Monty grabbed Bryce by the shoulders and shoved him up against the side of the concession building.

“You stay the fuck away from her Walker, you hear me? You go anywhere near her if you so much as think about her, i will not hesitate to beat your ass,” Monty said to him. He was loud, but not so loud that he was yelling. A few surrounding adults separated the boys, and after getting their food, they both made their way back down to their seats, not saying a word. Kelly and Clay looked at each other with wide eyes, hurrying back to their friends to tell them what they had just seen.

“Dude Monty almost started a fight with Bryce over Y/n” Kelly and Clay said in union, before they all burst out laughing. “Wait slow down wait?” Hannah said, wanting to know what happened. “Bryce said something about how hot Y/N looked, and Monty pushed him up against the wall and starting yelling at him about it,”Clay explained. “You guys were right, he really is a hothead,” Kelly said. Just then the ref blew the whistle, and both teams ran out onto the field, heading to their positions once again. The second half started, and Liberty took over once again, immediately running towards the goal and shooting a shot, only for it to be stopped by the goalie.

As the game continued, the opposing team continued to get more and more physical because they were losing. Y/N was dribbling with the ball and was about to shoot, when one of the members of the other teams shoved her over the ball and onto the ground. The ref blew the whistle, gave the girl a yellow card, and signaled for a penalty kick, but not before Monty jumped up and started yelling for at the other team for messing with his girl. Zach and Justin had to pull him down do get him to stop, and he didn’t go down easily. Nonetheless, Y/N slotted the kick into the lower right corner of the net, but the Liberty Tigers up 4-0. Everyone started cheering once again, with shouts of praise coming from the boys.

“That’s our girl!”

“Go Y/N!”

“Beat their asses!”

The game was finishing up, and with 2 minutes left on the clock, the Tigers had the win in the bag. Winning 6-0, the girl you learned was named Jennifer Smith, had scored the other 2 goals. The ref finally blew the whistle, and everyone in the stands started cheering for the victory, and a lot of them started running onto the field, Montgomery de la Cruz right at the front. The 4 friends watched the encounter, as one of her teammates pointed behind her, and Y/N turned to see Monty running to her. She visibly squealed and ran towards him, jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist. He caught her with ease and spun her around. He set her down as the rest of the boys ran to her, engulfing her into more hugs, congratulating her.

Everyone started making their way to the parking lot, trying to get home before work or school the next day. Kelly and Anna headed back to Anna’s car, and they saw Monty waiting outside the girls locker room. Y/N came out and he took her bag, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and walking towards his Jeep.

“How are they not officially dating,” Kelly asked, Anna wondering the same thing.

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the infamous y/n • part 1

hey guys! i know i haven’t been around much lately, but know that summer is here i’ll be writing a lot more.

this is set in season 1, so don’t come at me about writing for monty. i got this idea and wanted to write it in a different perspective. i’m not sure how i like it yet, but this story works best this way. it’s not really edited, so if there’s grammar mistakes sorry!! i hope you enjoy, and the next part will be up soon!!

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“Hey you must be the new student! Welcome to Liberty! My name is Anna Green and i’m going to be your tour guide for the day!”

“Hey i’m Kelly Lambert. And thank you! i’m happy to see the school”

Anna led Kelly through the main doors of Liberty High School, and began showing her all the rooms and hallways that she would need to know. She began introducing her to people and explaining the Liberty culture as well. They turned a corner, coming up on the hallway where all the jocks spent their time. “Who are those people over there?” said Kelly.

“Those would be our jocks. Some of them are assholes, but there’s a few nice ones thrown into the mix.” She began pointing each one of them out. “That tall one is Zach Dempsey. football, basketball and baseball star. Actually nice, and cares about school. Then we have Bryce Walker. Biggest dick that walks the halls of Liberty. Tries to get into every girls pants. Good at football and baseball though, i won’t lie. That’s Jeff Atkins. Best baseball player Liberty has seen in years. Super nice. That one there is Justin Foley. Basketball star. He can be nice, but he’s also fucked more girls out of anyone in that bunch. Then there’s Marcus Cooley. Doesn’t play any sports, but he’s our student body president. Sometimes he’s nice, other times, not so much. Then last but not least, we have Montgomery de la Cruz. Classic hothead. Will start a fight with a brick wall if he’s bored. Baseball star, right behind Jeff. Football too.

“What about those 2 girls with them? Who are they?” asks Kelly.

“That would be Jessica Davis and Y/N Y/L/N. Jessica is Justin’s girlfriend. Super sweet. Cheerleader. Y/N is our soccer star. Named best in the state at last years championship. She’s known all the boys since elementary school. One of the most popular girls in school. But she’s the sweetest thing.”

The day went on, and Kelly learned more and more about Liberty as she went. Her last class was Bio, and when she walked in, the only available seat was by the one and only Y/N. Sitting next to her was Zach Dempsey.

“Hey! You can come sit here if you want,” said Y/N, snapping Kelly out of her trance.

“Oh hey thanks. I’m Kelly.”

“Very nice to meet you. I’m Y/N, and this is Zach.”

Kelly greeted Zach and just then the teacher started class. As the class went on, she noticed how Zach would answer would answer a lot of the questions, and when it came down to the classwork, he helped Y/N whenever she had a question.

The next day, she walked into her first period English class, and sat down in the back, right behind Jeff and Marcus. The teacher started class, and started talking about an essay that was going to be due at the end of the week.

“Dude there’s no way i’m gonna have time to finish this essay by Friday. Do you think Y/N would do it for me?” asked Marcus.

“You know Y/N. There’s no way she would write it for you. She’d help you sure, but you’re gonna do the work,” said Jeff. Marcus sighed and pulled out his phone, probably texting Y/N.

“Hey Jeff we still on for free period?”

Kelly looked over and saw Clay Jensen, someone she had met yesterday, ask Jeff.

“Definitely man. i might be a few minutes late though, Y/N asked me to help her get something out of her car.”

As she heard the conversations, Kelly couldn’t help but wonder what was so special about Y/N.

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During her free period, she headed down to the bleachers by the football field. She started working on her essay, but when she looked up, she couldn’t help but notice Jeff Atkins and Y/N walking, Jeff carrying a bag of soccer balls over his shoulder.

“Thanks for helping me with these Jeff. Coach had me go pick them up yesterday. Says it’s part of my ‘new-found captain duties’.” They both laughed as Jeff set them down in front of the bleachers.

“Anything for you kiddo. But i gotta go meet Clay in the library,” said Jeff. “Hey how is that going by the way? You know I would’ve helped you in a heart beat if it hadn’t been for soccer starting.”

“I know you would have. But it’s good so far. He’s really smart. He’s helping me with my essay on Friday and to study for the next test.”

“That’s great. Marcus asked me to help him with his essay this morning so I gotta find time for that on top of my own. But anyway we both have to go. See you at lunch.” And with that she jumped up and kissed his cheek, before running to the middle of the field where the rest of her team was.

‘Are they dating?’ The question floated around Kelly’s head as she watched the encounter, but forgetting about it, she began to work on her essay. As she began packing up her things to head to her 5th period Algebra class, she watched the last few minutes of the girls soccer practice, where they were scrimmaging. She watched Y/N weave in between players and eventually pass the ball, only to receive it again and shoot and score from the 18 yard box. The team ended the practice there, and all headed back into the locker room. “Hey Kelly!” yelled Y/N once she spotted the new girl as she was walking to change. Kelly waved as she started walking to her class. She slid into her seat with seconds to spare, the bell ringing just as she got settled. She pulled out her things and waiting for the teacher to start class, and a few minutes later, a few girls from the soccer team strolled in.

“Nice of you to finally join us ladies. I still don’t think you should be excused from being late because of practices. Take a seat,” said the teacher. As the girls sat down, Bryce Walker turned to the side and said something along the lines of, “You looked really hot and sweaty out there, but i’d enjoy it much more if you were hit and sweaty under me,” to one of the players, and Y/N’s head whipped around so fast you would’ve thought she would’ve gotten whiplash.

“Listen Walker. We may be acquaintances, but that doesn’t mean i’m going to let you treat my players like they’re sex toys. Leave them alone before i shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll be shitting out my shoe.” And with that, Y/N turned around as if nothing had happened, and the infamous Bryce Walker started sliding down in his seat grumbling. Kelly shook her head and fought back a smile, wondering again bout the mysteries of Y/N Y/L/N.

Lunch rolled around, and Kelly walked in, not quite sure where to sit. She looked around at the different tables, seeing the typical cliques separated. Right in the middle of the cafeteria, she saw the jocks, with Jessica and Y/N sitting with them. Y/N was right between Zach and Montgomery, laughing at something one of them had said. A few tables over, she spotted Clay, Anna, and a few others sitting, and she figured that that was her best bet.

“Hey can i sit here?” she asked as she walked up to the table, everyone offering her a place to sit.

“So how do you like Liberty so far?” asked Anna. “I like it so far. Kind of confusing to find other places though,” answered Kelly.

“You aren’t lying,” said Hannah, “It took me 2 weeks before i even remotely knew my way around.”

“Hey tell me a little about Y/N. I’ve heard a lot of people talking about her or to her and i get more and more confused every time.”

“Well,” said Anna,” She’s known all of those boys since elementary school. She’s like a mom to them. Quite literally in Justin’s case. Don’t ask how we know, but Justin has a really bad home life, and she lets him crash at her house whenever he can’t stay with Bryce or Jessica. When Zach’s dad died last summer, she was with him for a week, just being there for him. She was there holding him at the funeral while he was crying.” “Not to mention she’s the only one that can put Bryce in his place when he’s being an asshole,” said Clay. “I remember she punched him in the face in third grade because he pulled her off the swings when he wanted to play with her.”

“Oh my god,” Kelly said laughing.

“She helps all of them keep their grades up too. She was helping Jeff in English everyday until soccer started. then i started tutoring him. She knows how much baseball means to him, and she sacrificed her afternoons to help him get his grades up so he could play.”

“I saw her kiss him on the cheek earlier today. Are they dating?” she asked.

“No Jeff has a girlfriend. But they’ve known each other since they were in pre-school, and they’re as close as brother and sister. And Marcus- she helps him with a lot of the advertising for student council.”

“What about her and Montgomery?”

“That is where it gets a little complicated,” said Anna. “whereas the other guys are like brothers to her, her and Monty have a really weird relationship. They’re super flirty, and their together a lot. They’ve hooked up once or twice at parties. They just don’t really have a label.”

They all looked over and noticed that Monty had his arm around her shoulders, and how every time he stole some of her food, she would swat his hand away.

“Oh yea. We definitely have to get them together,” Kelly said.

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Making Out with Sweet Pea

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+ wow

+ ok + idk where to start + making out with sweet pea would be amazing every time + whether you were at the whyte wyrm or his trailer or at school + it would be crazy passionate + every time he would touch you it would be proof that he loves you + sometimes it would start of slow + like if one of you were sad + or feeling insecure + a peck on the lips + and he would grab you and pull you closer + he would back up onto a couch or a chair and pull you into his lap + he’d pull away and just look at you + not say anything + and then he’d kiss you again + but wouldn’t let you go + he’d lightly run his tongue over your bottom lip + while he runs his hands down your body + slow + but passionate + every touch with more affection than the last + but most of the time + so heated + like really fucking heated + and super passionate + every single time + his hands on your ass + telling you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist + pushing you against a wall + shoving his tongue into your mouth + but not too much yanno ??? + the both of you battling for dominance in your mouths + if tori and fangz people are in the room + making fun of you two + calling you disgusting + gagging noises + do the two of you listen ? + of course not + you both flip them off + and continue snogging

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Fighting and Making Up with Sweet Pea

requested by the lovely @b-rushstroke <3

+ big fights between you and Sweet Pea were rare + but when they did happen + o h b o y + both of you being incredibly hot headed and stubborn + fights would usually stem from jealously or one of you being scared for the other + fights bc of jealousy would usually start with one of you talking to someone else, and the other thinking that they were flirting + so they would talk to someone else to try and get the other jealous + you did this more than him + he would eventually come over to you and grab the boy by the collar of his shirt and throw him off of you + he’d then ask in a very gruff voice if he could talk to you + you would go outside or somewhere away from everyone + and the screaming match would being + it didn’t matter if the two of you left everyone + they could here you loud and clear + one of you accusing the other of cheating + that setting them off even more + you were trying to stand your ground but wondering if he really loved you + one of you eventually storming off + both of you being equally stubborn + not talking to each other for days + so it would be up to toni and fangz to fix things + toni would convince you to come to whyte wyrm promising that sweet pea wouldn’t be there + fangz doing the same with sweets + tall boy knowing about the plan + when you walked in and saw sweet pea and fangz playing pool you turned to walk out + toni grabbing your collar not letting you leave + you and toni going to the other end of the bar and getting drinks for tall boy + toni would make up and excuse for having to use the bathroom or something + fangz doing the same + you turn around when toni has been gone for 10 minutes and realize the bar is empty + all except for sweet pea + he realized it 10 minutes ago + him coming over to you first + wrapping his arms around you from behind + mumbling ‘im sorry babygirl’ into your neck + we all knew he would break first + turning around and kissing him + hard + he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you against him + you had your arms around his neck + the kiss getting heated + fast + you didn’t even need to speak + you both headed outside and climbed on your bikes and rode back to sweet’s trailer + being pushed against the wall before the door was even shut + hot make up sex :))

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Being a Serpent and Dating Sweet Pea

character: Sweet Pea

show: Riverdale

a/n: HI HELLO IVE BEEN GONE BUT NOW IM BACK. i missed writing and ive been obsessed with the hotness that is Sweet Pea so here is this. 

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+ oK totally the most badass couple in all of Riverdale

+ no one dares cross your path for fear of getting pummeled by not only you but Sweet Pea as well + walking thru the halls in your jackets

+ and matching snake tattoos on your necks + kids in the hall part like the fucking red sea bc here come the king and queen of Southside + talking back to teachers + when the teacher says something back the other starts arguing w the teacher + highly ganging up on the teacher + getting detention + skipping detention + skipping class + skipping school period + riding side by side on your motorcycles + racing your motorcycles + occasionally riding on sweet peas if you’re not feeling it + the both of you are so stubborn + like when you guys fight neither of you wants to crack and apologize first + toni and fangz have to literally lock you in a room + you don’t apologize + your just roughly crash your lips together + they find you like that + you don’t stop + while we’re on the topic + lets talking abt behind closed doors + rough sex + shower sex + passionate sex + kinky sex + sex + sweets is a kinky little shit. who knew (NoTe ThE sArCaSm) + choking + hair pulling + teasing + so much teasing + from both parties + he just loves to watch you fall apart underneath him + ANYWAY + you’re both equally as hot-headed + matching brass knuckles + if a northsider torments you lets just say its brutal + like really brutal + they dont dare mess w the two of you again + teaming up when you play pool at the whyte wyrm + no one wanting to play you bc they know they’ll lose + which results in the two of you going against each other + everyone in the bar surrounds the table + even tallboy comes out from behind the bar to watch + the most intense games + sometimes you win, sometimes he wins + rubbing it in his face when you win + him being even more of a cocky little shit + both of you being cocky little shits anyway + sarcasm 24/7 + cockiness 24/7 +badassness 25/8

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Hello everyone !!  I know i’ve been away for a while but I've been getting back in the swing of school and balancing my school work and my sports. But i’m back!! there will be a Sonny imagine up tonight so stay tuned!!

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A Day in the Life. Or Something Like That.

Pairing: Tom Holland-Y/N

Warnings: Making Out??

a/n: i know i haven't posted in a while and im sorry !! School started last week so im getting back into the swing of things, but im going to try to post more consistently now !! Hope you enjoy this <3 

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You walked into your boyfriend’s apartment and was greeted by a dog jumping up and licking you.

“Hey Tessa!! Hey girl!!”

She responded by trying to jump up and lick your face. You laughed and headed into the kitchen to get a drink.

“Babe,” you heard come from Tom’s room.

“Get away from the dog and come cuddle me.”

“Do I have too?”

“Yes. I miss you.”

“You saw me yesterday.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t miss you”

“Fine i’m coming i’m coming.”

You chugged the rest of your water and headed for Tom’s room, Tessa on your heels.

To say you liked dogs was an understatement. You had two of your own back at your house, and had grown up with them since you were little. When you first met Tom, he was walking Tessa and you were walking one of your dogs. You two immediately bonded over the dogs and watched them play together in the dog park for at least an hour.

You sat your purse down and kicked off your shoes before carrying the dog over to the edge of the bed and sat down. You put her in your lap and continued to pet her while she tried to stand up and lick you face.

“Do i not get even a hello?” Tom said, making you smile at how cute he was being.

“Hello,” you answered, making him whine.

“I swear sometimes the only reason you stay with me is because of Tess”

“I do,” you said, and he lightly kicked you from his spot on the bed.

“Cmon come cuddle,” he whined.

“It looks like i’m in high demand today Tessa. What do you think? Should I go cuddle Tom? Or stay and cuddle you?

The dog obviously had no idea what you were talking about and continued to jump around, but you set her on the ground. She walked over and laid in her bed, while you crawled over next to your awaiting boyfriend. He was laying down in a pair of sweatpants and a T shirt with his arms behind his head. You were in similar clothes, dressed in a pair of joggers and a T shirt. You crawled onto his lap and leaned down, pressing a small kiss onto his lips.

“Hi,’ you whispered, and he smiled, replying with a “hi” as well. You kissed him again, this one lasting longer than the first one. He then pulled away and sat up, scooting back to lean up against the head board, taking you with him. He kissed you this time, and you gladly kissed back. He snaked his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance. You decided to mess with him, and declined him entrance, causing him to groan into your mouth. He did the ever-so-popular trick to get you to open, and squeezed your ass, causing you to gasp and open your mouth. He smirked into the kiss and let his tongue roam around your mouth like this was new territory to him. You both fought for dominance as he pulled you flush against him. He eventually won and you both pulled away to catch your breath.

“Well that was a nice greeting,” Tom said, making you laugh.

“It seemed appropriate.”

“What do you want to do today?”

“Well i thought you wanted to cuddle.”

“That I do. Pick a movie, i don’t know what to watch.”

You pulled up Netflix on his TV and scrolled through your options, eventually landing on Mean Girls. You pressed play and cuddled into Tom’s side, and got lost in the movie. Tessa jumped up onto the bed and laid down next to you, almost as if she was watching the movie with the two of you.

Three movies and half a day later, you and Tom decided to get food. You pulled up Postmates on your phone and ordered Chinese, and when it arrived, you practically sprinted to the door. You took the food from the delivery guy and grabbed a Coke for Tom and. Dr.Pepper for you. Tom hated Dr.Pepper, but since you loved it, he always kept some in his fridge. You headed back into Tom’s room, but found only Tessa curled up in the middle of the bed. You climbed onto the bed and Tessa moved to the back of the bed, almost as if she knew that you needed the room to put the food down. You opened the to-go boxes and opened the carton of various egg rolls before putting them on the bed. You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and dug in, getting the remote at the same time. You pulled up ‘Captian America: Civil War’, and waited for your boyfriend to come back from wherever he had gone before pressing play.

“Of all movies, you chose this one,” Tom said from the doorway. He had gotten rid of his shirt in the time that he was gone, and his toned abs and muscular arms were making you stare a few seconds too long. You looked up and smiled like a giddy four year old before saying,

“What can I  say? I’m proud of my boyfriend’s work.”

“Well I would hope so,” he said, walking over and carefully sitting on the bed, so that he wouldn’t knock over and spill  the food. He got the other set of chopsticks and started to eat, while you pressed play on the Avengers movie. When Tom came onto the screen, you started to fangirl and you gushed at how good he looked and how good his acting was. By now all of the Chinese had been cleared, so he leaned over to where you were sitting and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and pulling you to where he was on the other side of the bed. He laid back down and you were on top of him, and he mumbled into your hair “i love you,” over and over again, making you giggle. You turned so you were laying flat on top of him, and his and immediately went to you lower waist, as if it were instinct.

“And I, love you,” you said, pecking his lips. He captured your lips again and his hands slowly creeped down from your waist to your hips to your butt, squeezing it as you squealed.

“Thomas Stanley Holland i know you did not just squeeze my ass,”

“Pfhh whaaaaat? Me? Noooo never,” he lied with a smirk. You shook your head and sighed, saying,

“What are we going to do to with you.”

You rolled off of him and cuddled into his side, watching the rest of the movie.

Tom picked another movie when you had finished Civil War, but halfway through it, you were sound asleep. He looked down at you and smiled, thinking about how much he enjoyed these days, alone with you. And Tessa of course. He wondered how lucky he was to get you. Someone who wasn’t just with him for the fame. Someone who loved him for who he was. Someone who understood that he had to be away for long periods of time, and was ok with it. Someone who would try their hardest to travel with him when they could. Someone who was always there for him when times got tough. Someone who didn’t care what like tabloids said, and listened to what he had to say. Someone like you.

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Got Him Again

Show: Teen Wolf Character: Issac Lahey Pairing: Issac Lahey-Y/N Warnings: Fighting. a/n: This is set from when Allison and Issac got stuck in the janitor's closet in season three. I changed the ending off the scene up a bit. I'm going to be making somewhat of a part 2 to this later on in the future. Enjoy❤️ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "No! No, no, no, no!" Your ears perked up at the sound of Issac's voice from across the school. Your werewolf senses allowed you to be able to hear things within a two mile radius, and sometimes you were thankful for it, other times, not so much. This was one of the times you were very thankful for it. You could tell Issac was in trouble, and you knew that you needed to go help him. You had known Isaac since you were 5 years old. Throughout elementary and middle schools, you two were as close as could be. When you first entered high school, things continued as they had been, and all of a sudden, things changed completely within a matter of 24 hours. His father mysteriously died, Isaac completely disappeared for the night, you didn't hear from him once, and when he walked into school about his name had been cleared, he was a whole new person. His confidence level had shot higher than a skyscraper, and he started hanging out with a girl named Erica. He acknowledged you in the hallway, but that was it. It was as if everything you had been through together had never happened. You weren't gonna lie, it made you upset. You had helped him through everything; his mother's death, his father's abuse, the bullying at school. You let him stay at your house whenever he needed to get away from his father, or whenever he just needed a friend. But none of that mattered anymore. He didn't want you in his life anymore, so you moved on. But not without finding out his biggest secret. He was a werewolf. You were born into a family of witches. Being born into a century long line of witches, means that all of your powers are genetic. There's some things you can do very well, and other things not as well. Fortunately for you, with practice, you mastered what the rest of your family wasn't so good at. You were the best witch in your family. When you were in the 8th grade, the supernatural world completely changed for you. You were running through the woods, and the sun was setting, so you were trying to get out of there as fast as you could. But, you weren't fast enough. What you know is a werewolf, came jumping and tackled you down, sinking his teeth into your side. You sat there, struggling for air, staring up at the full moon above you. From then on, after telling your parents and learning to control yourself during the full moon, along with the well-thought out decision not to tell Isaac, your life went on as before. The only difference was, you had new abilities added to your witch powers. That's how you knew. That's how you knew that Isaac had been bitten. Erica was also a werewolf. You knew that Boyd, someone you had never spoken a single word too, and also been turned. All by Derek Hale. You knew about Scott, and you knew that Lydia was a Banshee, before anyone else did. But after thinking for weeks about how you were going to approach Isaac about it, you decided not too at all. Not only did he not want you in his life anymore, he still didn't know you were a werewolf. Even though other wolves are supposed to be able to tell who else is a werewolf, because if you witch powers, you were able to cover it up. You still don't know how, but when you first told your mom, she cast a spell on you that made the scent of a werewolf go away. But there was something you hadn't told anyone at all; your eyes didn't glow yellow, or even red. They were the cold, steel blue that wolves talk about never wanting to have. On your first full moon, you still weren't able to control yourself. You were an Omega, and had absolutely no one to teach you or train you. So you did it yourself. It took you three full moons to be able to control yourself. But on the first one, you slashed the throat of an innocent runner, much like the one you had been a few weeks before. You only realized the next day, when you looked in the mirror and changed your eyes, seeing the blue instead of the red. Not even 10 minutes later, your dad came in and told you about the animal attack the night before, and you knew it was you. Thinking about everything as you ran down the hall to where Isaacs voice was coming from, and heard other footsteps coming from the other direction of the school. When you turned into the hallway where he was, there was a vending machine in front of the janitors closet, and you sprinted over to it. As you approached it, at full speed you might add, you collided with someone, and feel to the ground. You looked up to see Scott Mccall, who you presume had also heard his friend's cries. "Woah, sorry," he said, sticking his hand out to help you up. You took it and he pulled you up, and you threw your bag down on the ground by the lockers. "Thanks. Isaac is stuck in there. With someone. We need to move the machine." "But how? Wait- how do you know Isacc's in there?" Since you knew he was a werewolf too, you flashed him you bright blue eyes, watching his widen. "You're a wolf...? And why are your eyes blue..?" "Ill explain everything later. But if we don't hurry, Issac is going to wolf out on whoever is in there with them." "You know Isaac is a wolf??" "Yea. And i know that you're one too. Now either you do something about the soda machine, or move out of my way." He was hesitant at first, but wanting to see what you were going to do, he moved. Assuming you were just going to push the machine, he didn't move back very far. You steadied yourself and put your hands out towards the machine. You put your witch powers to use, and made the machine explode. You heard Scott fall, but you didn't turn around. You only heard the scream of a girl and Isaac's roar from inside the closet. You unlocked the closet and Isaac and Allison Argent fell out. Scott ran to her and pulled her back, not saying a word to me, knowing something was about to happen. Isaac was in full wolf mode and he stood up and charged at you, thinking that you were the one that had caused this. When he reached you, he swung his claws at you, but you flipped over him, letting your claws and teeth come out and your eyes change. He turned around and charged again, swinging his claws again. Instead of jumping over him, you grabbed him wrist and sunk your claws in, and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying down the hallway. Watching him come at you again, and not wanting to hurt him, you let your witch come out, and formed a barrier with your hands. The bright purple color was shooting out of your hands, and it settled from wall to wall, protecting you, Scott, and Allison. You were trying to stay focused, but with the extra weight of protecting the two behind you, and obviously the fact that you might hurt the boy who was once your best friend, it was hard. Issac was getting up, and he ran at you. Madder and faster than he had been the last two times, you had to made the barrier as strong as you could. But even with all of your strength put into it, you couldn't hold it up. It's not that you weren't strong enough, it was that you just couldn't do it. You couldn't handle hurting the person who knew everything about you. Well, all except for one tiny detail. Isaac ran into the barrier, knocking it from your hands and throwing you into the wall behind you. Scott ran to Issac and Allison ran to you, making sure you were alright. You could tell Isaac wanted to fight, but Scott yelled out his name, and just like that, he stopped. His claws and teeth retracted, his hair disappeared, and the bright yellow eyes changed back into his beautiful blue eyes that you had gotten lost in so many times before. He slowly walked over to you and crouched in front of you. "Y/N?" he whispered. "Hey Isaac," you whispered back to him. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" "Because i didn't want to lose my best friend. But when I decided to tell you, I'd already lost you," you said to him, a little louder this time. "You never lost me Y/N." "Yes Issac. I lost my best friend. I knew the very day you became a werewolf. Everything changed that day. Before this, you hadn't said three words to me since that day." "I'm sorry..." "What happened Isaac? Did you think that i would leave you?" "I thought- I guess- I don't know." You reached out for him and hugged him, not caring about the two teenagers next to you, who had been watching the whole encounter. You stood up so you could give him a proper hug, and the second you wrapped your arms around his neck, he threw his arms around your waist. He hugged you tighter than ever, and with his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, you could feel his hot tears on your skin. You tried to pull away but he just held on tighter. "No i can't lose you again," he mumbled into your skin. "Isaac. Isaac look at me. You're ok now ok? He can't hurt you anymore. And you aren't going to lose me again. Look at me. Please?" He slowly lifted his head up to look at you, his eyes still full of tears and his cheeks were red. You reached up and wiped a tear that was falling down his face. You put your hand on his cheek and he leaned into it. You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his, staring into his bright blue eyes, one again getting lost in them. "I love you," he whispered, and even with your werewolf hearing you barely caught it. You closed your eyes and smiled, and said, "I love you too Isaac. I love you too."

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Tradition

Show: Law and Order SVU Character: Sonny Carisi Pairing: Sonny Carisi-Y/N Warnings: None (narrator POV) Sonny waved a taxi from the sidewalk in front of his house. One of the famous yellow cars slowed in front of him and Sonny got into the back and told the driver his location before getting lost into his phone. He didn't usually take a taxi to work; his car was getting worked on and he didn't want to bother anyone with getting a ride. The ride was over soon enough, and after paying the driver he got out and walked into the precinct and towards the elevator. He hit the button with a "9" on it and the doors began to close. "Hold the door!!" Sonny heard from outside the doors, and he put his hand out to the stop the doors from closing. Y/N squeezed through with her helmet in hand. Sonny looked her up and down. She was wearing dark high waisted skinny jeans, an army green loose t shirt, and her staple leather jacket. She had on combat boot and her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail. "Hey Staten Island" "Are you ever going to stop calling me that?" "i could call you roba calda" "Oh god please no" "Then never," she said, smirking and walking out of the doors that had just opened, leaving him stuttering and almost missing the doors as they started to close. He walked into the squad room and towards his desk, where the woman who had just left him lost for words was sitting across from it with her legs propped up into the desk, throwing a ball into the into the air and catching it. He put his jacket on the back of his chair and walked over, grabbing the ball out of the air and ignoring the, "Heyyyy what was the for??" that came out of Y/N's mouth. He sat down and put his legs up on the desk, and tossed the ball to her. They tossed it back and forth until Olivia came out and told them to quit being children and get to work. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• (your POV) Sonny's watch made a chiming noise signaling the next hour, and I checked to my phone to see that it was 8 o'clock. I had finished my work a few moments earlier, so i got up and grabbed my papers, and knocked on the lieutenant's office and walked in. I handed them to her and asked what else she wanted me to do. "I think that's it for now Y/N. You're free to go." "Thanks Lieu. See you in the morning," you told her before walking out and shutting the door. You headed towards the locker room and grabbing your belongings. You went back to your desk and straighten up a little before grabbing your jacket and putting it on. That's when Sonny stood up and grabbed his jacket. "You heading out too?" you asked him, walking towards him and towards the doors. "Yea i gotta hail a cab," Sonny answered, walking alongside you towards the elevators. "Why don't i give you a ride home?" you offered, looking up at him. "What, on your bike?" "Yea. What are you, scared of a little ride?" "No course not. i've ridden on one before thank you very much. i just think it would be kind of awkward wouldn't it?" he said as you got in the elevator. "Nah we're partners what does it matter? Besides. I've given every detective on this squad a ride since i started. Except Cragen. Now that would be awkward. It's time to continue the tradition. I'm giving you a ride home and that's final." "But-" "It's final Staten Island," you said, walking out of the elevator and towards the parking lot as he glared at the back of you head. You got to your bike and you put your stuff in the compartment in the back, grabbing Sonny's stuff from him and putting it in there as well. "I don't have a helmet, and i'm going to get my suit dirty. Why are you making me do this??" Sonny complained. "Suck it up princess. It's tradition and I'm trying to be nice. That's why. Or would you rather pay for another expensive cab ride all the way to Staten Island?" "You got me there," he said as he glared at you again. You smiled an innocent smile and climbed into the bike and motioned for Sonny to follow. He did and he knew where to put his feet, and you knew he wasn't lying about haven ridden a motorcycle in the past. He cautiously put his hands on your waist and you turned around saying, "Sonny Carisi you are going to fly off if you don't hold on tighter." He moved his hand up a little before you grabbed them and wrapped them around you more. He got comfortable and you put your helmet on, starting the bike and hiking up the foot stand. You backed out and turned onto the road, driving slowly towards the main road, where you waiting for a break in the traffic to pull out. When you got one, you sped out, and Sonny's hands tighten around you instantly, causing you to smile under your helmet. You wove through traffic heading towards the Staten Island bridge, and you slowed when you pulled up to the red light in front of the bridge. When the light turned green, you sped off, making sure there was no car coming in the next lane before switching over the the lane and getting o. the bridge. Once you turned onto Sonny's block, you slowed down and smoothly slid into the open spot where his car would be. You turned off the bike and Sonny climbed off, you following suit. You took off your helmet and shook your hair out before looking up and Sonny and asking him how the ride was. "Definitely faster then the last time i rode one." You laughed and went to get Sonny's stuff for him. After handing it to him, he asked if you wanted to come in for a drink. "One beer. Then i gotta get home. my puppies are waiting for me," you said, referring not so much to your puppies as to your two 60+ pound dogs. You walked in and sat on the couch, taking off your boots and getting comfortable. what There's no way you would have done that at just anyone's house, but you'd been over to Carisi's house for drinks enough times to be able to make yourself at home. You started scrolling through your phone when you heard something being put down on the table. You looked up and saw Sonny sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand and one on the coffee table. Sonny had changed into sweatpants and was wearing a white T shirt. You grabbed your beer and took a swig, letting the alcohol run down your throat. You and Sonny started talking about anything and everything, and sooner or later you had finished your second beer, and Sonny asked if you wanted a third. "I would but i have to drive home and we have to work tomorrow" "I never thought this day would come. The day Y/N Y/L/N turns down alcohol," he jokingly responded and you flipped him off laughing before putting your shoes on. you gathered all you stuff and when you turned around, Sonny was gone. You got very confused until you heard him in the kitchen. You walked into the kitchen and saw Sonny getting out two more beers. "I said i didn't want another one" "Who said they were for you?" "How many to you plan on drinking?" "As many as i want" "I hope you have a hangover in the morning," you said, and this time it was him to flip you off. You laughed and the both of you headed back towards the door. You opened it and walked out, turning and around and saying, "Goodnight Sonny. Thanks for the beers" "Anytime. Anytime." You smiled and walked out, putting your helmet on once you got to your bike, and rode off into the New York lights.

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How Did We End Up Here?

Band: 5 Seconds of Summer Band Member: 

Luke Hemmings 

Pairing: Luke Hemings-Y/N 

Warnings: Alcohol, Indications of smut, Swearing 

 a/n: Based off the song “End Up Here” by 5 Seconds of Summer.

 The club in LA was blaring with music, the latest hits coming out of the speakers. You pulled the door open and the smell of alcohol hit you like a ton of bricks. Clad in your favorite black ripped skinny jeans, black high top converse, a distressed Rolling Stones T shirt, and your signature black leather jacket, you welcomed the smell, and walked in, turning every head within a 20 foot radius of the door. You were a regular here. Most people would describe you as badass, but you liked to see yourself as an independent woman who liked to enjoy herself. But, you took being called a badass as a compliment. Before you could take 5 steps into the building, a drunk guy stumbled up to you and asked you your name. “Why should I tell you?” you sasses, hoping your tone would make the guy go away, but knowing that it wouldn’t. “Because it would be a mistake if you didn’t.” “I highly doubt that.” “Oh cmon beautiful. Don’t be that way,” he said to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him. You yanked your arm back, and he grabbed it again, pulling you flush against him, and more you pulled back, punching him in the nose. His hands flew towards his nose and he glared at you, calling you a bitch and walking away. Satisfied with your doing, you walked towards the bar and asked for a beer, sitting down and putting half of you attention on the football game on the TV, and the other half on the people in the club. You looked around and saw a mass of drunks on the dance floor, some people stumbling around, and some more against the wall, doing the same things as you. One guy caught your eye. He was tall and lanky, with blond hair that came down in curls. He was wearing black jeans and tan boots, and a Kurt Cobain shirt on his chest. He was looking at you and when you caught his gaze you smirked, turning only when the bartender gave you your beer. You took a swig of the drink, putting your attention back to the football game. It wasn’t any team you cared about, but it was football nonetheless, so you watched it. One of the teams scored a touchdown, and 75% of the people at the bar cheered, and the other 25% either didn’t care, or were upset. You didn’t care either way, but as you finished your beer, you got another one and stood up walking around the club and people watched. The people on the dance floor were your favorite to watch, as most of the were drunk and were making a fool of them selves. You watched this guy with bleach blond hair and stubble on his face, dance like a maniac, and you had a feeling this was the same way he danced when he was sober as well. By then you had made your way around the club and were walking back towards the bar, but that same boy in the Cobain shirt caused you stop. He was watching you again, not in a creepy way, but more as if you weren’t like anything he’d ever seen before. 

(Luke’s POV)

 I watched the door open, and saw this beautiful woman walk through the door. And it seemed like i wasn’t the only one that noticed her either. People from the door to the back of the bar turned and looked at her, either checking her out or simply staring. I had recognized her from the few times i had seen her in here. She was honestly a badass. But there was something else about her that made me not be able to take my eyes off her. She was beautiful, and i could tell by her clothes that her style was great. But that wasn’t it. As i watched her get hassled by some drunk guy, i almost went and pulled the guy away from her, but she punched him in the face, most likely breaking his nose, before i could do anything about it. She threw a mean punch, and that only added to the fact that i couldn’t take my eyes off her. She ordered something from the bar, and began looking around, and eventually she looked at mean, meeting my eyes and smirking at me. Before u could react, she had turned around and grabbed her drink, the same kind of beer i was holding. She watching the American football game of the TV, and continued to until she ran out of beer, grabbing another one and walking around the club. She looked at the dancers on the dance floor, laughing when Michael tripped over his feet, and i did the same, watching my best friend make himself look like an idiot. She made her way around, and i thought she was going to go back to the bar, but she met my eyes, and began to head my way, and my heart sped up at the thought of meeting the girl i couldn’t take my eyes off of. 

 (Your POV)

 "Nice shirt. I saw them in concert last year. Great Show,“ you said to the mystery boy as you ended up in front of him. "Oh uh… thanks. I’ve listened to them for years,” the boy answered back, and you smiled at his nervousness. “So. I couldn’t help but notice you watching me. Wanna tell me what that was about?” you asked the boy, expecting him to be nervous and stutter over his words again, but was a bit surprised when he smoothed out his tone. 

 "I like to look at beautiful things,“ he responded. 

 "Ahh. I’m Y/N,” you told him, sticking your hand out. 

 "I’m Luke. It’s nice to meet the girl who’ll punch me if i say something wrong.“ 

"Oh you saw that? He hits on me every time I walk in here, and i punch him every time, yet he never stops. But i doubt i’ll have to punch you any time soon." 

 "Any time soon? I don’t know whether i should look forward to spending more time with you or be scared that i’ll get a broken nose." 

 "Don’t mess up. That’s how you avoid my fist." 

 "I’ll try. Now i see that you’ve finished your beer. Will you do me the pleasure of buying you another one?" 

 "Well i usually would say no, but i like you. So yes. You may,” you responded, and the both of you walked over to the bar and sat down. “One beer for the pretty lady,” Luke said to the bartender, and you having been here so many times, you knew the man you passed you the beer as Jonny. “Thank ya Jonny Boy,” you said, calling him by the nickname you deemed him with a long time ago. “You know him?” Luke asked after you got your drink. 

 "Oh yea. I’m here a lot and i’ve come to know the people who work here pretty well.“

 "How come i’ve only seen you here a few times if you’re in here as often as you seem to be?”

 "Probably because you’ve been always been busy with that girl you seem to always be with,“ you said, and he gave you a very confused look. 

 "Oh yea. I’ve seen you here before. I’ve always thought you were cute, but you were always with her so i never said anything,” you told him. answering his unasked question. 

 "Oh Arzaylea. Yea. About that. I’m kind of famous, in a way. I don’t like calling it that thought. But my management wants it to look like i’m dating someone, so it’s basically a fake relationship.“ 

 "Oh i know who you are Hemmings. My friend is obsessed with you. But it didn’t seem like a fake relationship to me.”

 "Well I don’t know if it’s good or bad that you know who i am. But i promise it is. I don’t like her, my band mates don’t like her. My band mate Ashton was in one last year. Michael is the only one who is in a real relationship.“ 

 "Well I suppose i’ll believe you. It was nice meeting you Hemmings. But my apartment is a few blocks away and i don’t want to be here anymore. Maybe ill see you around,” you said, getting up and throwing a 20 on the bar for Jonny. 

“Hey wait. Lemme come with you." 

 "Won’t your people get mad?" 

 "Screw them." 

 "Why not then,” you said, and he smiled, also throwing a 20 on the bar, running over to his friend with tan skin and dark hair and telling him something, before turning back and running to you. You pushed open the door and you both kept your heads down, hoping no one would take pictures. You heard a few clicks but just kept walking, and Luke grabbed you hand pulling you through them. Since bouncers and security were holding them back, the paps didn’t follow you. When you turned the corner, and there wasn’t anyone trying to ruin your life, you both lifting you heads and breathed out, neither of you pulling you hand from each other’s. You walked the short distance to your apartment. You unlocked it and took off you jacket, revealing the few small tattoos on your arms, and took off you shoes as well. You told Luke he could take his off, and you went into you kitchen to grab two beers. You never drank more than five in a night, since you had only gotten drunk once, and knowing you made some big mistakes that night, and not being able to remember them, you vowed never to get black out drunk again. You walked into the living room to see Luke on your couch, smiling up at you. You sat down and drank your beers and continued talking about anything and everything. About his job, about yours, about your tattoos, about his fake relationship and everything in between, until both your drinks had long since been done and discarded. After a while it was silent, but it wasn’t awkward. It was a comfortable silence, with you on one end of the couch and Luke in the middle. You were looking at the blank TV, and when you turned back to Luke, you felt his lips on yours. It stunned you for a few seconds, but when you realized what was happening, you closed you eyes and kissed back. You climbed onto his lap  and wrapped you legs around his waist. He deepened the kiss, licking your bottom lip asking for entrance, and when you denied him, he tried again. He kept trying until eventually he squeezed your butt, causing you to gasp, and you slipped his tongue in. Your tongues fought for dominance, and he one, smirking into the kiss. You eventually went back into your room, and did much more than just kiss. 

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 You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. You turned an sat up, remembering last nights event and wondering where the boy had gone. You rubbed your eyes and got out of bed, putting on a pair of underwear and a big T shirt, walking into the kitchen and seeing if he was there. After searching the whole apartment and realizing he wasn’t there, you sighed and went to get your phone from your room. That’s when you noticed one of your bright yellow sticky notes on the nightstand. 

 "I had fun last night. We should go out sometime. Call me. xxx-xxx-xxxx ~Luke"

 You smiled and grabbed your phone and the note and headed into the kitchen. You poured yourself some juice and made some eggs, before sitting down on a bar stool and eating. While you ate, you typed the number into your phone. You typed out a message and sent it. 

 "You didn’t have to leave this morning you know" 

 You weren’t expecting a reply right away, so you decided to check your twitter feed. After scrolling through your feed, you decided to see the pictures that had been taken the night before had leaked. You typed in Luke’s name and went to his page, and saw the pictures of the two of you all over his tag. You couldn’t see much of your face in them, but being called the mystery girl in all of them was cool. Just then, your phone buzzed and you checked you texts, seeing that Luke had replied. 

 Luke Hemmings: I didn’t want to over stay my welcome and I wasn’t sure if you would have wanted me to stay 

 You: I would’ve been fine with it lol. But we’re you being serious when you said we should hang out sometime? 

 Luke Hemmings: Yea. I enjoyed talking to you last night. 

 You: Well, in that case, I was planning on going to Starbucks this morning. You wanna meet me there? 

 Luke Hemmings: I’d love too. What time? 

 You: Gimme an hour?

 Luke Hemmings: Sounds good:) 

 You smiled and got up, putting your dishes in the kitchen and heading into your bathroom to take a shower. You showered, did your makeup, and let your wet hair curl up on its own. You decided to wear some distressed denim shorts, a mint green T shirt, a black and white flannel around your waist, and come mint green converse. You grabbed your purse, putting your wallet and car keys in it, and texted Luke that you were ready. You both decided that it would be easiest if you picked him up, so getting in your white Jeep Wrangler, which was a graduation gift from your parents, you drove off to the address Luke had given you. He met you out front and got in the passenger side of your car. He kissed your cheek before buckling his seat belt. “You look good today,” he said to you. “Are you implying that i didn’t look good last night?” you joked back, and listened to him stumble over his words. “Wha- No- I-. That’s not what i meant. You looked really good last night. But you look really good today too.”

 "I’m messing with you Hemmings. You don’t look to bad yourself.“ The both of you talked the whole rest of the drive to the popular coffee joint. You always had something to talk about with him, and even after only knowing him for one night, you really liked him. You pulled into the parking lot and went inside. You had gone to one of the Starbucks that was never as crowded, but being in LA, there were obviously some people in there. Fortunately, no one recognized you, and when you got up to the counter, you realized your friend Claire was working. "Hey C! I didn’t know you were working today." 

 "Hey hun. I switched shifts with someone so they could spend a day with their kid. They were off tomorrow so i’m not sure why a day couldn’t wait, but i don’t have kids. So i don’t know." 

"I don’t know how you get up early enough to to work here." 

 "Honestly? I don’t either. Cute boy by the way,” she said, gesturing to the tall blond behind you. 

 "I know right. I found him on the street. Thought i’d take him in,“ you joked. 

"Hey!!! I’m right here ya know,” Luke said, trying not to laugh. You did however, laugh, and told Clair you wanted your usual, before poking Luke in the ribs and telling him to order. He ordered his drink and she rung it up, but before you had the chance to pull out any cash, she was handing the receipt to Luke already. “Nice to meet you. You’ve done good kid,” Claire said smiling at you before handing writing the drinks on the cups and giving them to her coworkers. 

“Lukeeeee. I was gonna pay for that.” “Nonsense. What kind of gentleman would i be if i didn’t pay for them? Besides. for a street kid i can spare $10,” he said, and you both laughed. 

 "So has your management said anything about last night yet?“ 

 "Oh yea. I woke up this morning to 30 texts and 8 missed calls. I called them back when I got back to my apartment and they yelled at me for 20 straight minutes. About how i was ruining their stupid PR stunt and how it wasn’t good publicity to be with someone who isn’t "famous.” But i had never heard of Arzaylea before they told me i had to pretend to date her.“

 "Ouch. Do they not want you to be happy or do they just want the publicity?" 

"Probably both." 

 "What do you band mates have to say about it?" 

 "They told me to tell management to go fuck themselves and to do what i want. And that i should hook you down before you figure out what i’m really like and run away,” he said the last one with a laugh, and you answered back, “Well, as long as i’m allowed, i don’t think I’ll be going anywhere.”

 "I like the sound of that,“ Luke answered, before getting up and grabbing your drinks. You stood up and took yours, grabbing his hand and walking towards the door. You walked to your car, and got in, putting the key in the ignition and turning the AC on. "Where should we go?” You asked Luke, who had grabbed your hand once again across the console.

 "Well, we could go drive around LA, but i think we’d be sitting in traffic more than anything.“

 "We could go back to one of our apartments and watch netflix if you wanted.” “Netflix and Chill?” he asked with a smirk. 

 "Yea, without the chill.“ 

 "That sounds like my idea of a perfect afternoon. I have off all day today so it makes for a good off day." 

 "Alright then,” you said, pulling out of the Starbucks and driving towards your house. You drank your delicious coffee before turning in the radio, and turning it to the pop station and singing along to the first song that came on. Luke started singing with you, and you sounded like a dying cat compared to him. After a few songs, “She’s Kinda Hot,” started blaring through your radio speakers, and you listened to it for a few seconds, singing along, before looking over at Luke, and seeing him looking at you with a big smile on his face.

 "What? Do i have something on my face?“

 "No, but you know every word to this song.”

 "Well yea. It’s a good song and it’s on the radio all the ti- wait. No. Yes. Holy shit. That’s you.“ you realized, hearing the boy’s voice on the radio. 

 "Sure is,” he replied, the big smile still on his face. You turned up the music and you both sung every word. By then you had arrived at your house apartment. You parked your car and got into the elevator, clicking the button with the 12 on it, and watched the doors closed. You looked over at Luke and studied his featured. He bright blue eyes twinkled, and the stubble on his face was just enough so that it wasn’t too rough, but so that it wasn’t a full beard either. 

 "Like what you see?“ he said, turning to look at you. 

 "Very much so,” you replied, taking a step up to him. He put his hands on your hips and you put your on his chest, standing on your tip-toes and pressing your lips to his. He immediately kissed back, pulling you against him. His lips were soft, and the stubble rubbed slightly on your face and your lips danced together. Before you knew it, the elevator doors were opening, and you pulled away from him and took his hand, walking towards your door and unlocking it. 

“I’m gonna go change. Ill be right back,” you said before hurrying off to your room and shutting the door. You changed into a pair of joggers and an AC/DC T shirt. You checked your phone and saw that you had a text from Claire. 

 Claire💜:  Cute guy you had back there. A little scruffy tho, no? 

 You typed back a reply before going to use the bathroom. 

 You: You know how I am with guys. He’s hot, he’s super nice, and there hasn’t been a moment when we haven’t had something to talk about. 

 When you came back out of the bathroom, you saw that she had replied. 

 Claire💜: You guys are cute together. Is it official yet? 

 You: thx girl;) and no lol i just met him last night. 

 Claire💜:  Last Night??? ONS? 

 You: I started talking to him in the club last night and we went back to my apartment and had another beer, and yea we did it after that but we met up this morning and it hasn’t been awkward at all. 

 Claire💜: Do you like him?? 

 You: Yea i do. I mean i obviously haven’t known him long enough to REALLY like him, but i do like him yea. 

 Claire💜: I hope it works out. You looked really happy today. 

 You: I hope it does too 

 You finished your conversation with your friend and plugged your phone up, going out into the living room and plopping down on the couch. Luke was already in sweatpants and a T shirt from when you picking him up earlier, so you were both in comfy clothes. You grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, putting in Netflix. “AC/DC. Wow. I found a girl with music taste. What else do i need?” Luke remarked. “To pick what we’re going to watch,” you said to the boy; looking up at him. 

 "Well i see you’ve been watching How I Met Your Mother, and i love that show, so i say that.“ 

"And i’ve found a guy who likes good TV. What else do i need?" 

 "To click the show and come cuddle with me.” You smiled and did exactly what he said, clicking the button and laying back, cuddling into his side as his arm snaked around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. Halfway through your third episode of How I Met Your Mother, you heard Luke say from above you, 

 "How the hell did we end up here. 24 hours ago i had no idea who you were.“ You thought about it for a minute, before answering, 

 "I’m not totally sure. I’m happy that i know who you are now though.”

 "And I the same. But seriously though. While we were at Starbucks the lady at the table behind us told me that was were a cute couple. It was funny" 

 "We would be though don’t ya think?“ 

"We really would." 

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 Little did you both know, 5 years later, your 2 year old daughter would be throwing flowers out of her basket, walking down the isle at your wedding.