Thinking About Him (reggie In The Entire Other Side Of Hollywood Episode)

Could I have an SPN and a MCU ship please? I'm a 5'6 woman with black hair and light blue eyes. I am an INTP Ravenclaw who oft' plays an elf fighter. My favorite color is a deep dark blue. I am a huge fangirl: Sherlock, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Narnia, Pokemon, Supernatural, MCU, Once Upon a Time, etc. Thank you!

—I ship you with Dean Winchester!

i wrestled with charlie but that might be too much fangirl for one relationship, y’know?

dean, however, is just secretly fanboy enough. it takes a lot to make him de-stress but when you can? you both love laying back and watching some lotr. (dean really adores legolas for some reason)

you’re a massive help on hunts. dean worries about you getting hurt but you’re always ready for research and you’re pretty intuitive. sam definitely appreciates the help even if dean’s weary about it all. 

cas also loves you. you love to throw movie or tv show references at him and watch him be thoroughly confused. you and dean sometimes try and see who can confuse him the most. (dean holds the record but he loves it when you think you’re winning)

at the end of a long hunt, you and dean just love to curl up together as dean plays with your hair and you’re muttering your latest theories or headcanons to him. it’s literally the softest thing thank you. he loves you.

—I ship you with Tony Stark!

im sensing a type but no this is a great ship wow

you’re always in tony’s lab trying to help out and even if you’re not quite sure what you’re doing, he enjoys all of the help. you’re always giving him new ideas and he’s basically just always inspired with you around

anything he hasn’t watched, you’re making him watch. he most certainly misses out doing various important things because he’s staying home and binging all of sherlock. he’s a busy man now. 

also he’s definitely not trying to buy your love—we all know you already love him—but do you want to own the entire supernatural series? do you want to go to comicon? yes? great, he’s buying everything. he just loves seeing you happy and he will do whatever he has to. 

tony has nightmares and that’s no secret to you but to think you wont turn on narnia or old pokemon reruns and make some hot chocolate at 3am to calm him down is nonsense. you’ll do anything for him. (he loves team rocket for some reason?) 

Raven’s Always Right

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: nothing, this is just gold tbh

Summary: Maybe life on the Ark after Praimfaya is a little anxious for you, but it did have its moments.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

1. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

4. “I’m too sober for this.”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

91. “Tell me you need me.”

92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

i love this oof, sEND MORE REQUESTS. REQUEST PART TWOS FOR THINGS. DO IT ALL.

Praimfaya. Maybe you considered yourself lucky for being one of the few to make it up to space, but you still worried for all those back down on Earth.

That’s what you did most days. Worry. You worried about food, water, oxygen, all of it. You keep to yourself as much as you could, your anxiety getting the better of you. Perhaps you felt bad about being in space, maybe someone else would’ve been better suited.

Even so, Bellamy stayed at your side for a lot of it. You had formed a friendship with him when you all first came down to Earth and that seemed to stick.

As you sat against the wall, a pencil in your hand repeatedly tapping at the floor, you heard Bellamy let out a sigh. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

“Already is,” Murphy commented as he passed by the room where you both were. He had a tendency to do that—making passing comments to you. You rarely talked to him but you got along well enough.

“And why does that bother you?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow as you looked up at Bellamy from where he stood in the doorway.

“I was nearby and that’s all I can hear,” he explained, as he watched the pencil continue you to shake in your hand. You scoffed softly, paying no mind to him as you continued to think it all out. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I think you underestimate me,” you retorted, a smug smile playing at your lips. Bellamy looked like he wanted to say more but was interrupted by Raven pushing past him to walk into your room. “You too?”

“What? Your pencil tapping? No, I need to talk,” Raven explained before turning towards Bellamy. “Without you.”

As you hopped to your feet to stand beside Raven, you both eyed Bellamy. With his arms crossed over his chest, he surmised the both of you. “About what?”

“Nope,” you replied suddenly, eager to make him leave. “This is girl talk, so leave.” You put your hands on his shoulders and began to usher him out of your room and towards where Murphy had gone.

Bellamy let out a chuckle but didn’t fight back. “I’ll be back,” he told you before heading off. You rolled your eyes and went back towards your room where Raven still was.

“How can I help you?” You asked before settling back down in your spot on the floor. Raven checked down the hallway before kneeling down in front of you.

“You like him,” she teased, a grin on her face. “And I’ve decided to help you.” You stared blankly at her for a moment, probably trying to determine whether or not this was some joke.

“You’re crazy,” you declared finally, your pencil beginning to tap rapidly against the floor once more.

“I’m not,” Raven insisted, snatching the pencil from your hand. “But I’ll let you think that if it makes you feel better. We’re all seriously dying though with the tension between you and Bellamy. It’s a lot to handle.”

“Because it’s nonexistent?” You scoffed, taking your pencil back and giving Raven a playful glare. You doubted you had any sort of feelings for Bellamy and you doubted he had any in return.

“Do I need to get everyone in here to make you believe me?” Raven asked, quirking an eyebrow. The tone in her voice assured you that she was serious. Luckily, you were quite literally saved by the Bell.

“You’re back,” you announced, glancing toward the male in the doorway.

“Monty needs Raven’s help with something,” Bellamy announced, prompting Raven to let out a reluctant sigh. She pushed herself to her feet as you did the same, watching her leave and your previous conversation coming to an end. “So what was what about?”

“Why? You jealous?” You taunted, a smug smile on your face as you sidled up toward Bellamy.

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you,” Bellamy responded causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

“You know, I can’t tell if that was an insult or you trying to flirt with me,” you told him, poking him in the shoulder. “But I’m still gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“So you can sit on the floor all day?” Bellamy wondered, clearly determined to get you to leave your room. You rolled your eyes at him, trying to usher him out of the door. “Tell me you need me.”

It was moments like these that you dealt with most of the time. You knew Bellamy was trying to annoy you or fluster you, and he was damn good at it. “I need you,” you began, “to leave.”

“That was cold,” Bellamy scoffed, chuckling ever so slightly as you continued to push him out of the door.

“And I’m too sober for this,” you remarked. You urged Bellamy down the hall as he sent one last wink your way. You rolled your eyes and receded back into your room.

“I told you I wasn’t crazy,” Raven remarked, stepping back into your room with a triumphant smile on her face.

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice. “Raven? Don’t you have Monty to go help or something?”

“I wasn’t going to miss that,” she scoffed, the grin still planted onto her face. “That was tension. All of that. Don’t ever lie to my face again, okay? Raven is always right.”

“And apparently Raven talks in the third person,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes. But you certainly couldn’t deny the fact that you did enjoy moments like that with Bellamy. Maybe you did consider yourself lucky to be one of the few to make it up to space. If it meant more moments like that, of course.

If you're still taking ships could you ship me with HP and Marvel? I'm a hufflepuff, I'm 5'1" and have brown hair and hazel eyes. I love animals and I get good grades in school. I try to be kind to everyone and I'm a good listener. I'm not afraid to stick up for what I believe in. I'm quiet at first but get louder as I get comfortable around you. I'm also very introverted. Thanks, love!

—I ship you with Ron Weasley 

match made in heaven, fight me omg

you guys become friends in your early years at hogwarts because like you generally just love being around him and harry. he assumes you wanna be friends with harry like everyone does but you seem to enjoy his company?? he won’t complain okay

also like what doesn’t he love about you?? he can rant forever about something his brothers did to him and you’ll listen to WHOLE time. he loves it. 

plus you’re just so nice?? like he tries, but he’s stressed like a good half of the time. but you’re nice enough for the both of you and it’s great.

he loves hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head. like that’s so affectionate, we love a soft ship

—I ship you with Steve Rogers!

steve loves you, you’re soft and simultaneously badass like what’s not to love??

you totally encourage steve to get a pet. he would love one but like, he’s busy a lot. you know, superheroing, and he doesn’t wanna just leave you to take care of it. but then you’re at a pet shop (that you dragged him into) and well, you guys have a dog now! 

let’s see how long it takes for you to get a cat to match

you’re also totally buying a bunch of captain america merch. you like wearing it around just because steve gets this annoyed look that’s also lovestruck at the same time?? we love.

height. difference. we love it. he loves it too because he just loves when you have to give in and ask him to get something on a tall shelf (which he put there just for this occasion by the way)

i had an entire imagine written. and i deleted it. im actually fuming rn. bye. im livid.  i can’t i just. i don’t. words. 

Forever

NOTE: I’ve always wanted to do a soulmate au (based off this post) and hERe wE go my fIRST imAgIne also I tried to be as gender neutral as possible 

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Soulmates.

Of course you didn’t believe in all of that. The whole idea of Love at First Sight and being with someone forever just felt so unrealistic. And yet, the world was dead set against that ideal.

This was a world where the doodles upon your arm weren’t necessarily your own, but the mindless sketches of your soulmate. The ink that laced your wrist wasn’t that of a tattoo but your soulmate sitting bored somewhere else.

It was a peculiar thing, a thing that you hated. You didn’t want your destiny written, or drawn, out for you. You wanted to make your own choices, without having to mindlessly wait for your soulmate to come alone and ‘sweep you off your feet.’

And so that’s what you did. For years and years, you never wrote a single word upon your arm. You never so much as wrote down a reminder or sketched a line. It was the only thing you could think to do. You didn’t want a soulmate so you tried to pretend that they didn’t exist by protesting the very factor that made them possible.

To be fair, it kind of worked. For years, you went on unfazed. You weren’t held down but the construct of forever. You weren’t waiting on end, longing for that special person. You dated who you wanted to date, you liked who you wanted to like.

Though dating should be hard in a world of soulmates, there were people like you who rejected the mere construct of it. And for those sheer moments, you were in control.

The only thing that you couldn’t control were the images that danced across your skin. It was like your soulmate never stopped. To them, skin was their canvas. Why waste paper when they could take the pen to their skin for their special someone to see?

You wished you could say it annoyed you but the images were far too nice for that to work. As the years went on, the drawings got better and more sophisticated. Your soulmate’s skill had improved without a doubt and you enjoyed looking at the landscapes that would write themselves upon your skin.

This went on for a long while. From when you were just a little girl to when you were just about sixteen. The drawings were like apart of you and then they just stopped.

You had to be honest, it startled you some. The worlds that would encase your arm, new ones each day, just faded away and you were left with nothing. You at first believed that your soulmate had died.

You heard whispers of that happening to some and it was somewhat devastating. The person that someone was supposedly meant for just dying? Those that believed in the construct were heartbroken, torn to bits really.

Even you were somewhat drawnback by it. And yet, a few months into the disappearance, you soon found a small landscape wrapped around your forearm.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you felt the content in your veins. You weren’t entertaining the idea of soulmates but you were glad that someone wasn’t dead which you appreciated.

And then you got arrested. It was stupid, in all honesty. Supposedly you had assaulted a guard but you had just ran into him causing him to fall over with you atop. Can they really arrest you for being a klutz?

The short answer: yes.

You were shoved into lockup, sharing a cell with some girl named Thalia. Luckily for you, you had the drawings upon your skin to keep you company. You were still far too stubborn to write back but you liked knowing someone was there, even if they weren’t your forever.

And then, in what felt like a blink of an eye, you were hurtling down toward Earth. The Ark may not have been the best place to live but a potentially toxic Earth was far more frightening to you and the other 99 delinquents.

Yet, you survived. The Earth wasn’t as toxic as it once was. In fact, it was beautiful and you could only hope to see an image appear upon your skin of it all. Of course, that would only apply if your soulmate was one of the ones down there.

You felt stupid for believing such a small possibility and you tried hard to just focus on the task at hand, listening to the unwritten leaders of the camp; Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin.

Clarke Griffin was headstrong and seemed to be one of the few people that were deadset on surviving the harsh realities of the new world.

She was practical and real, it was something to look up to. Yet even Clarke, with her mindful head upon her shoulders, couldn’t help but entertain the idea of forever.

Since she was young and learned the concept of soulmates, she would doodle on her arm as much as possible. In all honesty, it helped grow her artistic skill. But there was one problem.

Nothing ever wrote itself onto her skin. For years and years, there was never anything from her soulmate on her skin. She had to admit, she didn’t know whether or not she was truly destined for this person, but a reply from them would’ve been nice.

At times, she thought them dead. But that didn’t stop her from drawing on her skin. The only time she stopped was when she was thrown into lockup and she found herself too lost to write. For awhile anyway.

Now on Earth, things were different. Clarke was busy, constantly. She was a leader of camp whether she liked it or not. And she was also a doctor for them. She was the only one who any kind of medicinal training and god forbid they didn’t have her. She was busy for what felt like days on end. A break couldn’t come sooner.

As Clarke sat herself in the dropship on a particularly slow day, something that bewildered Clarke, she found herself tracing lines across her forearm. Having seen the sunset finally with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but begin to sketch it.

“Got a minute?” a voice asked, prompting Clarke to stop and look up.

“Oh Y/N, what’s wrong?” Clarke asked as she set the pen aside and got up. Clarke headed over, spotting Y/N’s extended forearm.

“There’s a good chance I may have cut myself throwing knives,” Y/N revealed, sounding both ashamed and embarrassed. Clarke shook her head, as she took Y/N’s forearm in hand.

Clarke hovered a finger over the cut and bit the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t cut too deep,” Clarke reassured before spotting the dark lines that dotted Y/N’s skin.

“I didn’t draw that if you’re wondering,” Y/N chuckled softly. “Definitely not that artistic,”

Instead of offering a word, Clarke held out her own forearm with the identical drawing (though unhindered by a slash from a blade).

Y/N had no words, only the look of amazement that that found its way into both of their eyes. Clarke had been so resigned to the idea that her soulmate was simply dead, to see them before her was like some sort of hallucination.

“You draw a lot, don’t you?” Y/N scoffed, clearly trying to bring some humor into the situation.

“And you don’t draw at all,” Clarke fired back, quirking a smug eyebrow in Y/N’s direction. “Right!” Clarke realized as she remembered the cut. “Let me just take care of that for you,”

Clarke turned away for a moment as if trying to avoid the situation and for once in your life, you didn’t want to.

The gash in your forearm hurt some, but not as much as the rapid pulsing of your heart did. Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates or forever, but you believed in the girl right in front of you. Before Clarke could move away, you found yourself grabbing hold of her hand.

She turned back, her lips parting as she stared back at you unsure of what to do. No one really ever talked about what happened when they met their soulmate, nor the feelings one felt when it happened. You, for sure, couldn’t describe it nor could Clarke.

Instead, you both found yourselves moving closer. It wasn’t long before your lips connected in a chaste first kiss, that made you realize one thing.

Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates, or a forever. But you certainly could entertain the idea of Clarke Griffin.

A Safe World

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Warning: Angst, Miscarriage, General Sadness, this is just angst y’all, idk what to say, nothing graphic, just angsty

Summary: Happiness comes at a steep price

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

13. “I lost our baby.”

80. “[Do they] know about the baby?”

i would like to clarify that despite it seeming like the reader having to be male, i chose to go a gender neutral route like yA know feRtiLity treatment oKay oKay tHx

also apologies cause this sucked, oOF

Clarke Griffin was a lot of things.

She was a daughter, a leader, a best friend, a strong woman, a ‘doctor’, and most of all, she was the love of your life.

But she was also going to be the mother of your children.

Now, this wasn’t a rash decision or even a mistake. You two were in love and most of all, you two were safe. For once in a very long time, the world seemed just a little more forgiving and a glimmer of hope had shone itself to both of you.

A family, one of your very own, seemed more possible than ever. You two had finally let yourselves be happy. More importantly, Clarke was letting herself be happy. Something she rarely ever does.

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, after all.

So, this was more than just a big deal. It was a huge deal and for the first time in awhile, Clarke seemed genuinely excited and, well, happy.

But how long can a good thing really last if not temporarily?

You were in the midst of reading a book, quietly taking note of any names in the book that might make a good name for your future child, when you decided you needed a break and to stretch your legs.

Taking a walk, you stopped every now and then to speak to a few people like Bellamy but ultimately, you were just trying to clear your head which meant take a walk and then head back to your book.

Until, of course, you heard Clarke speaking in hushed yet shaky tones. “Clarke...” Raven trailed off, her voice like she was struggling to speak.

Alarm filled your veins, panic pulsing through your heart as you realized how the atmosphere seemed to darken around you. They were talking in a nearby room, like a closed off meeting from anybody else who might stumble upon them like...you.

Now, normally you would interject, your anxiousness getting the better of you but a particular phrase made your blood run completely cold.

“Do they...do they know about the baby?” Raven had asked, taking a shaky breath that took all of the air out of your own lungs. You could feel your knees threaten to buckle as your mind whirled with thoughts and worst-case scenarios.

You fell against the wall, the solid material the only thing grounding you as you struggled to hear more.

“No,” Clarke responded, her own voice sounding so stilted and uneasy. “I...I know. They, they need to know.”

Silence fell again and you struggled to pull yourself onto stable footing. In reality, your thoughts were more unstable than the rest of you. They were loud and unforgiving, like 1000 puzzle pieces for a 25 piece box.

“What do I need to know?” you finally managed to choke out, shambling into the doorway. Raven met your eyes first, having been faced the door, and you can see the sorrow etched across every part of her face.

She doesn’t offer you any other kind of reaction as Clarke turns, her composed expression beginning to shatter upon meeting your eyes. As Raven excuses herself, you can see tears begin to prick the eyes of the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. right away, only confusing and concerning you further. Her voice cracks and you can just hear the torment she’s been dealing with. “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” she repeats and in that moment, you can see the all too familiar face of someone threatening to crumble.

“Clarke...”

“I lost our baby.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel your stomach churn. The words puncture every inch of your heart, they’re a sharpened knife reminding you of the world you’re in.

You want to ask how, you want to deny it, you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to do anything but, you’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke says again, tears beginning to streak down her face but neither of you make a move. Time seems to slow and you just want to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

But this is real. Dreadfully and painfully real.

Before Clarke can speak again, you realize you’re now sobbing as well. It takes mere moments for both of you to fall into each other’s arms, the truth of the situation dawning on both of you.

You both finally let yourself be happy, believing your world was safe and that you could have a family. Like a pair of fools.

You were glad that Clarke was okay, reassuring her it wasn’t her fault but that didn’t fix the hurt that embedded itself in both of your hearts due to the future you had lost.

Maybe you could try again in the future but whether or not you ever would, that was another question entirely.

May I have a ship for MCU please? I'm a straight girl. Very shy and quiet. I have a heart of gold and a very kind nature. I love the simple things in life the most. I'm Disney fan. I love to cuddle as well and star gaze. I'm a hufflepuff. I'm very smart and brave. I do suffer with bad anxiety but I fight it well. My hobbies are watching movies,dancing and writing! ❤❤ thanks

—I ship you with Peter Parker!

a true gem wow. like this boy is so nervous when he meets you at first? you’re his lab partner and you’re just? so nice? can he handle sitting next to you for an entire school year???

eventually you two start to talk and he’s literally just *heart eyes* like you’re perfect and you’ll talk to him without calling him “penis parker.” he’s in love

when he gets the courage to ask you out—ned’s pushing—and you say yes? he dies. your first date? he knows you love disney so he invites you over for just this full-on disney movie marathon. aunt may loves you, by the way.

he tells you he’s spider-man pretty early on into your relationship because you were very vocal about superheroes during the incredibles. you’re so worried about it being dangerous but you support peter through and through. he loves taking onto rooftops because you guys just lay there and look at the stars. whatta date.

whenever you’re panicked or stressed, peter is so quick to calm you down. even if you’re at your place. you’ll find peter at your door (or fire escape) with movies and pizza in hand and he’s just supportive.

sighs. he literally loves you. give. him. the. world. 

Following a Lead

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning: Mention of Parental Death, Getting Kicked Out, Vodka

Summary: It’s two a.m when Liam gets an unexpected visitor at his house. One that intends to stay the night. (Hint: it’s you)

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

Prompts:

6. “I need a place to stay.”

16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!”

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

59. “I could punch you right now.”

these prompts fit so well together im, also lowkey enjoyed whatever character i just constructed here?? trAGIC BACKSTORY? IS THAT YOU?

You knew it was late. The way the crescent moon peered through the trees and the empty streets were a dead give away. The town was quiet, even for Beacon Hills. Especially for Beacon Hills, actually.

You walked along the sidewalk, the sleeves of your maroon hoodie acting as the only thing barring you against the cold late autumn wind. When you spotted his house, you let out a sigh of relief and bounded up the porch steps.

For a moment, as your hand hovered before the front door, you contemplated turning around and walking away. Perhaps Scott would be more open to letting you stay over but you didn’t know where he lived and it was already late enough.

You knocked against the front door, rubbing your arms as you tried to ignore the cold. When the door edged open and you saw Liam peek out, you gave him a soft appreciative smile. “Y/N?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Liam, hey!” you greeted cheerily, well as cheery as you could be. “I need a place to stay.” Liam looked at you confused for a moment, but it was two a.m and he definitely didn’t have to energy to reject you.

He side stepped, allowing you to enter his house. You smiled thankfully as you stepped inside, gazing about the warm house. “Can I ask why?”

You pondered his question for a moment. It was a long story but you trusted Liam and he did ask. “Well,” you began, “I thought I had found a lead...on my mom’s killer.” Liam, tired as he may be, continued listening. “I was out, like, all day following it. When I got home, about an hour ago, I ran into my dad. He yelled at me for looking into it, saying ‘the past is the past’ and I argued back, of course. Things got intense and he told me to get out.”

You glanced away from Liam, not interested in seeing his reaction as you looked about the house. His parents weren’t around so you could only assume they were probably asleep. “Uh, sorry...that that, uh, happened.” Liam definitely didn’t know what to say to you but you didn’t blame him. You offered a smile in response. “You can stay in my room, just don’t be loud? I don’t think I’m allowed to have you over...at two a.m.”

“Probably not,” you mused as Liam led the way to his room. You trotted after him, almost immediately collapsing onto his bed once you saw it in your line of sight. “Ah. Comfort.”

“Yeah, okay,” Liam sighed softly to himself as he sat down at his desk. He wiped his tired eyes as he watched you toss and turn onto his bed for a moment, before going still. Presumably, you were falling asleep. Liam spun around in his desk chair for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should get up.

The only reason he even answered the door was because he had been in the kitchen to get a drink of water. Now he had you in his room and no water. He leant his elbow on the arm of his chair, resting his head in his hand as he too drifted off.

———————————

Liam was startled awake by sounds coming from the kitchen. His eyes darted to his empty bed and the wide open bedroom door. Instinctively, he scrambled to his feet and dashed into the kitchen to find you sat on the kitchen counter.

A package of chocolate chips was laid beside you and a large bottle of vodka in your hands as you stared at Liam like a deer caught in headlights. Liam’s eyes went wide as he whipped his head toward the clock and back at you. “It’s six o’clock!” He yelled in a hushed tone.

“Yes, it is!” You yelled back, mimicking his tone. You shook your head as you began to unscrew the lid to the vodka. But Liam snatched it from your hands before you could finish. “Hey!” You exclaimed with a pout.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!” Liam scolded you as he adjusted the cap and went to put it back where his parents had kept it. You stuck your tongue out at him as you grabbed the cookies. Liam, once again, took them from your grasp.

You gasped aloud. “I could punch you right now,” you hissed as you hopped off the counter and reached out for them but Liam stepped away before you could. “I haven’t eaten like anything, all day! Besides cereal!”

“Can you be quiet?!” Liam asked desperately, glancing down the hall fearfully. He didn’t want his parents to wake up to find you in the kitchen, that wouldn’t go well for sure. You narrowed your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for the return of the chocolate chips. “Wha-what are you even doing out here? You were sleeping.”

You scoffed, “I haven’t slept in ages.” Suddenly your tone went from childish to something much more cynical and dark. Liam looked at you with evident concern. “Not since I’ve begun looking into my mom’s death anyway. The cops never found anything. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.”

“Well yeah, but Y/N-“

“I know she was killed for a reason and I’m willing to bet it had something to do with the supernatural. I just need to figure out how,” you explained with a small shrug. Liam looked over you for a moment before jutting the cookies out toward you. Your eyes lit up. “Are you letting me have them?!” Liam’s eyes widened. “Quiet. Right,” you smiled, lowering your tone as you trotted down the hall back to Liam’s room.

Liam followed you, shutting the door behind you both. You took a seat on the edge of his bed, happily munching on the cookies. “You’re going to have to be out of here by noon. My step-dad will be at work and my mom has to go shopping and-“

“Sorry for stealing your bed, by the way,” you cut him off. “I ended up just stealing your bed and I didn’t even sleep. I tried and then I was just on my phone for...four hours? Wow, sorry,” you muttered apologetically as you extended the cookie package out to him. “Cookie?”

“Oh, thanks.” Liam took a cookie as he spun around in his chair for a moment. “Maybe Scott and Stiles could...look into your mom’s murder? I’m not saying they could do a lot but Stiles is always kind of ready to solve a mystery and if it’s the supernatural-“ Liam trailed off, noticing the grin you were giving him. “W-what?”

“You’re sweet,” you told him, almost not noticing the blush on his cheeks once you had said that.

“Well, I just...Y/N...you’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

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