You’re my best friend and we‘re dancing in a world alone
"Hey, I got your text. What are you doing here?" Scott snuck up from behind you, where you were sitting on his front lawn, hands stuffed in your pockets.
"I needed to get out of the house. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just need a break you know?"
"Okay, I have an idea."
"Wait and see, I think you’ll like it." The surprise, turned out to be the lacrosse field behind the school. You’d brought some candles and a quilt to sit on.
"I come here to think sometimes, when I feel like getting away. This is my own place you know." He talked as he got everything set up, and then turned back to you.
"Yeah, I want you to have it too, if you want. We could share it. Whenever you feel like somethings up, or Harris is driving you nuts and you don’t feel like you can talk to anyone, you can come here. The stars are great listeners." He grinned.
"Thank you, Scott." You meant it, more than anything.
"Anytime. Would you like to dance?"
"I would." Happily, you took his hand and twirled you around, humming softly. Right now, in this moment, the only thing that was were you to, and the moon shining above.
Finally out of breath, he sat down on the quilt, dragging you down with him and you snuggled up to stay warm.
"Love you Scotty."
"Love you too angel."
"We’ll be okay, won’t we?"
"I’ve got you right? That’s all I need."
"Always." You smiled, and closed your eyes, falling asleep beneath the stars. The world didn’t seem so scary anymore with him by your side.
Part three of the song preference.
If you have ideas for a song that could be about you and scott or you and stiles ( and of course other characters if you want) please send them my way.
Thank you and stay awesome!
If there was one thing he had picked up over the years as posing as a bunch of different people, using fake names and generally lie his ass off most of the time cause frankly most people would probably want to throw him into a mental hospital if he actually told them the truth;
Oh yeah, me and my brother hunt monsters. You know, wendigos, werewolves, sirens… hey what are you doing with that jacket?!
Yeah, that’s not gonna happen, again. But all these years of pretending, taught him to be a a great actor. Fuck, he had lived through hell, good times being tortured and all, and he had more baggage than anyone could even begin to deal with. So, he didn’t, he pushed it into the back of his mind, ignoring it and busied himself with tracking down whatever son of a bitch had managed to crawl its way from the deep corners of hell.
He couldn’t, wouldn’t, let anyone see the shit storm going around in his head. Not even Sammy, especially not him. He would want to talk about it, the girl he is, and if there is one thing Dean hates more than feelings, it’s talking about them. His life isn’t a friggin’ chick flick. He was a man of action, not words.
And yeah, maybe he drank a bit much, maybe he worked to hard, but god dammit that was all he could do, the only way to deal with it. Fuck, how he wish he couldn’t feel a damn thing. It would be thousand times easier. He’d rather take numbness, never feeling anything again, than this shit.
But of course, life doesn’t work that way. Especially not his, he is a Winchester after all. Which most of the time feels like a curse. So he takes a deep breath, picks up his gun and head out to face the demons of the world because he’s not strong enough to face his own, hiding behind these hazel eyes of his.
Literally how I react,
I love the guy and all but damn he can be slow sometimes.
Hi guys, I’ve been writing for Teen Wolf for a while, though I decided that I wanted to challenge myself a bit and take up another fandom, and what better than the very first one I ended up in, Supernatural.
So if you have requests for an imagine or preference, or just an idea for one you think I should write, send them to my ask box and I’ll get too them as soon as I can. Also, if you could write your name as well that’d be great, so I can keep track of which story belongs to whom.
In the meantime, you can check out the stuff I’ve been writing for Teen Wolf to get an idea of what style have etc.
Reasons why we love Stiles
#32 He always know what to say, and isn’t afraid to say it.
You thought you had managed to hide it so well, which wasn’t easy considering this was Beacon Hills and there was nothing they liked better than gossiping like old ladies, especially since it involved the one and only deputy sheriff, who’s caught the eye of every woman, and quite a few men since he came. And yeah, yours to you suppose. It wasn’t like you planned for it to happen, it was totally out of your hands. One thing lead to another and the next thing you knew you started hangout at his apartment and getting to know him. Though you should have known it wouldn’t last. One afternoon after driving you back home, you were confronted by Scott and Stiles, defending him and yourself. You’d been going at it for hours.
"Do you trust me Scott?" You finally inquired, tired of the fighting.
"Of course we trust you, but we don’t trust him." Stiles interrupted.
"He’s way to old for you and we don’t know anything about him. He could be the next threat, something supernatural."
"You mean like Malia."
"Yes, wait, no!"
"So, basically what you’re saying is that you dating a were coyote who practically tried to kill you the first time you met, and still could do so, but for me to date Parrish, a deputy sheriff who enforces the law with your dad, is somehow way worse?"
"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed loudly, and you wanted to punch him in the face. Guys were such hypocrites. Sensing your frustration, Scott cut in.
"We just don’t want you to get hurt, okay?" Cue the puppy dog eyes, they should be illegal by the way. There was no way you could stay mad when he looked at you like that.
"I know Scotty." You sighed. "Just trust me, to make my own decisions and I will give Stiles permission to gloat and say I told you so if it doesn’t work out. I need this. He makes me happy. Please, just let me be happy." You could tell the exact moment they both gave in, unable to handle the guilt any more and you were surrounded by hugs.
"Sorry for, you know…"
"Being overprotective assholes who jumps to conclusions?"
"Yeah that. Sorry, we’ll back off."
"I get it, you’re looking out for me. But I can take care of my own messes."
"Buy me a pizza and I’ll consider it, all the toppings."
"Okay." They nodded simultaneously and walked towards the door.
"Oh and guys?"
"Do me a favor, and deliver it to Parrish."
Hi guys, wow this feels like forever ago… which it probably was since I last wrote anything on here and I’m sorry. But good news, I am back in the game and absorbed with teen wolf once again.
So please, if you have a request for an imagine with one of the guys (or girls) or ideas for a preference, send them my way, I’ll be checking my ask box regularly. Oh, and I’d appreciate if you gave me a name as well so I can better keep track of which story belongs to whom.
And keep in mind that I have already written a few things, and I don’t really want to repeat myself so check out my previous writings, or just to see my style I suppose.
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