Fratboy Fics Are A Guilty Pleasure But JJ Maybank,,or Fratboy! Stiles Stilinski

fratboy fics are a guilty pleasure but JJ Maybank,,or fratboy! stiles stilinski🥺❣

I feel like your type is 100% himbo. But I could also see you with a himbo/bad boy kind of guy.

i’m a sucker for frat boys, chaotic himbos and leo men even tho they’re literally the worst. but i’ve always found “bad boys” rly attractive but they scare me LMFAO

thankyou!! to everyone else, i promise im trying to write its really hard for me ive got a lot goin on rn ❤❤

hi! i saw ur taking requests and was wondering if you could do something with azriel and him finding out the reader is his mate please (basically just him being a cute over protective bat boi)

A/n: Sure baby 🧡 Constructive Criticism is always welcome, please be polite xx Sorry this took so long I've been heaps busy amd had no motivation. Enjoy!

Free Solstice

"Mor!" Feyre's voice rang through the estate.

"Feyre!" She called back from her spot on the couch next to Cassian. Cassian let out a wince at her voice in his ear and she scoffed dismissively at him.

Feyre swept into the room, paint and flour staining her fingers.

"What have you been up to?" Cassian asks raising a brow and Azriel gives a low, barely audible chuckle from his seat on the other couch.

"Mor did you say Y/n was planning to come round for the day on the Solstice?" Feyre asks, ignoring the comments on her appearance.

Y/n was an Illyrian female who had her wings clipped when she was young. Mor had run into her in an escape attempt from one of the less progessed Illyrian camps and offered her safety in a small apartment in Velaris.

Since then Y/n had become very close to the Inner Circle, but especially to Mor who made it a point to visit Y/n every day and make sure she was comfortable and happy in her new home.

Mor slid her eyes to Azriel sneakily. Since Y/n had started to be around them more often she had noticed a change in Azriel's behaviour.

He was louder around her, came out of his shell a bit more and he had warmed up to her faster than she had ever seen him do with anyone.

"Yes, if that's okay with everyone. Else she'll be alone and honestly I don't like the thought of leaving her alone on the first holiday since her escape. Or any holiday for that matter." Mor sat up straight as she spoke, glancing cautiously at everyone.

"What are you talking about?" Rhysand's voice sounded as he entered the room behind Feyre, "Of course we're all okay with it." He grinned cheekily and wrapped his arms around his Lady's middle.

"Invite her Mor! Everyone loves her. Besides I already got her a gift." Feyre adds and Mor grins at them.

"Great! I was planning on visiting her this afternoon. Anyone care to tag along?"

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"I said anyone not all of you! Her home is not big enough for everyone without it being cramped." Mor complained as they walked through the streets of the City of Starlight in a big, intimidating, messy clump.

"Y/n won't care. She loves us." Cassian shrugged indifferently, amusement written across his face as Mor continued to scowl.

She, once again, took a sneaky glance at Azriel only to see him sporting a grin as they continued on their way.

"Getting excited Az?" Mor teased and his grin was replaced by confusion.

"For the solstice?"

"I meant for going to see Y/n, but making a move on her on Solstice seems something to look forward to as well." Mor joked. By this time, everyone was in their own conversation and trailing slightly behind the two.

"A move?" He inquired, red beginning to tint his face.

Mor smiled. Contrary to popular belief, she was happy he was developing feelings for her. It meant he was moving on to someone who could give him what she couldn't. And they were going to be adorable together.

"Don't think I don't see the way you look at her Mister. The way you act around her. You're like Cassian, but a gentleman when she's around. No turtle shell." She nudged his side with her elbow and was shocked into a silence when he chuckled.

"I'm not going to make a move Mor. I have a foolproof plan. Not say anything and hope she falls in love with me." Az shrugged and Mor giggled.

"You're hopeless!"

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An excited squeal left Y/n's mouth as she threw open the door to Mor, the High Lord and Lady and everyone's favourite Illyrians.

She moved out the way to let them all enter and they filed into her lounging room, taking up all the seats.

"I didn't expect you all to be over! Did anyone want something to eat?" She offered as she sat on the arm of the chair next to Cassian.

Cassian wrapped an arm around her waist and looked up at her with a cheeky grin.

"Cooking for me sweetheart? You shouldn't have!" He winked. Cassian was always very flirty with Y/n, but it was only a joke.

Azriel didn't like it. He bit down on his tongue to stop himself from growling. He was annoyed with himself. It's never been difficult for him to keep his features schooled. What was it about this female that caused him to lose control so easily?

Y/n rolled her eyes, but she still had a bright smile on her face.

"What would everyone like? Actually I have some raspberry brownies I made yesterday, if you don't mind them being a little cold? They're still quite fresh." She stood from her spot next to Cassian and gestured towards her kitchen.

"You are an angel!" Cassian exclaimed and Y/n just shook her head, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Everyone cheered at her suggestion and she moved towards the kitchen. As she walked, Azriel could see the scars on her wings and back from when they clipped her. He had a sudden urge to go to that camp and rip apart everyone who let that happen to her.

A few moments later she reappeared with brownies and everyone jumped up, crowding the small table she had set them on.

"I'm afraid there isn't much to do around here. I still need to get a few Solstice gifts so maybe we could head out into town?" Y/n spoke and they all laughed at her sweetness.

"Y/n, you are too sweet for your own good." Rhys told her with a chuckle and everyone nodded in agreement.

"It's easy to be an accomodating person when you grew up knowing what it was like to be shunned and neglected." She gave a shrug and the Inner Circle exchanged worried looks.

It was also easy to worry about a person who never had anyone to worry about her before.

"We'd love to go shopping with you Y/n." Azriel stated firmly and Mor and Feyre eyed him carefully.

"Brilliant! We can all be together for a while, but then we have to split up so you don't see what I get you." She ushered everyone up and towards the door, grabbing a small satchel on her way out.

Moments later they were walking through the strips in town, colours and lights and music everywhere.

Life everywhere.

"So who are you struggling to buy for Y/n?" Cassian asked with a nudge that, again, made Azriel bit his tongue to keep from losing it at his 'brother'.

"Mor and Rhys." She admitted sheepishly and Rhys gave a fake offended look.

She muttered a sorry, but Rhys just laughed and reached around to pat her on the shoulder and let her know it was okay.

"We should stop and get a drink!" Mor remarked before gripping her friend and pulling her into a nearby pub.

As Mor oulled her away, Y/n gripped tight onto Azriel's elbow and dragged him along too.

"Get him!" She ordered, nodding to Cassian.

Azriel chuckled at her demand and pulled Cassian along with him by the shirt.

He joined the females at the bar and ordered and paid for himself and Y/n.

"You didn't have to do that Az." She told him, quietly, red tinting her cheeks.

"I know. I wanted to." He tried to shrug nonchalantly, but the blush on her cheeks was screaming at him to press his lips to each cheek.

'Woah. Where did that come from?' He thought to himself. He knew he harboured some feelings for her, but that was...

"We've lost Feyre and Rhys!" Mor exclaimed and Y/n and Azriel were brought out of their stupor.

"Oh well, that's alright, we were going to split up anyways." Y/n said decidedly after looking around.

"Y/n." Azriel's deep voice called and she returned her attention to him.

He pushed her drink across the counter to her and she gave a sweet smile.

"Any ideas on what to get Rhys?" She asked him and he smiled back at her.

"Some kind of sentimental shit. He'll eat that right up." He joked and they both laughed.

She took a thoughtful sip from her drink then placed it down again.

"What about a locket? On one side I could have a picture of all of us. On the other, Just me and Rhys. It would be circular, with the Night Court Insignia engraved on the front." She seemed to vomit the words without even thinking.

Azriel was in awe.

"How do you do that?" He gaped and she raised a brow.

"What?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but stopped. He looked around once more.

"We've lost Mor and Cassian." He pointed out, kicking himself for being so unobservant. So lost in the female before him.

"That's alright. You and I can go get Rhys' present ordered then. Then we'll go for a walk and see if we can find something for Mor." She lifted herself off of her stool and skipped towards the door.

Azriel followed without a second thought, a smile spreading across his face.

As they walked through a strip filled with clothing stores, they began to move closer and closer to each other.

Y/n glanced down at his hands. She had wanted to hold it, but she'd never touched his scars before and she didn't know how he would feel about it.

Only a few seconds later, Azriel brushed his fingers against hers and took hold of her hand. He didn't even think about it.

She stopped still and let out a gasp at the touch of his scars and he froze. He ripped his hand away from hers and began to apologise profusely.

"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I know, the scars are-" He was cut of by her grabbing his hand gently.

"Beautiful," She mumbled, holding eye contact with him as she brought her lips to one of the nastier scars on the back of his hand, "they're beautiful."

And that's when he felt it. It felt like everything was right and clear. Like before he was seeing the world through frosted glass and now there was no lense.

The word clanged through him, just as it did her.

Mate.

"Everyone has scars Az," she looked back at her wings for a moment then turned back to him, beaming, "they're a symbol of strength. They're beautiful." She repeated.

"Y/n..." He mumbled.

'What if she didn't feel that?' He worried.

"I know Az. I don't know about you, but-"

"I couldn't be happier!" He stopped her talking and pressed his lips to hers gently.

The kiss was sweet and loving and happy. It was accepting. Azriel was quite happy just to stay like that for the rest of the night, but all good things come to an end.

Just as they pulled away, Cassian's obnoxious voice echoed down the street. No doubt about it, he was drunk.

"Y/n! Help me!" He yelled even when he was right in front of the two.

"You are drunk." Az observed and Y/n giggled.

"Thankyou Spymaster Obvious! C'mon Mister let's get you home." Y/n teased her mate and dropped his hand.

"Take me home? At least by me dinner first, love." Cassian teased and pressed a sloppy, drunk kiss to her cheek.

Mistake.

Azirel didn't even try to stop the growl that ripped from his throat. That was his mate.

His mate.

"What's eating him?" Cassian asked and Y/n took a step closer to Az.

"Calm down Azzy. Help me with Cassian, and just ignore him." She leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

When she returned to her own height, Azriel found himself leaning down, chasing her lips.

She put a hand on his mouth and giggled at his pout.

"Let's all get home Azriel. Then... I think I'll make us some dinner."

heya! I saw your post about requests so can i have like a Regulus x reader? Maybe Regulus and reader went to the cave together? (died or survived? idm) ty! love your works

A/n: Dear Lord I need to get my act together w my writing. I'm so sorry to the people who have requested and not got theirs for like- months. Hope you enjoy! Sorry I decided you were a hufflepuff bc lets be real, if Reg lived, he would've married a puff. As always constructive criticism welcome, but pls polite 💖🥰

Call Her Mistress

You stood in the dark of the cave glaring at the liquid in front of you. When Kreacher told Regulus of what Voldemort had done, his Master decided to find the locket and he begged you to stay behind.

So naturally, you wrapped your arms around him and told him there was no way in hell.

A soft, cold hand made its way into yours and squeezed. You looked up at the man next to you.

"You have to drink it?" You asked him, voice a lot shakier than you intended.

Regulus' hand squeezed yours again and his eyes flashed.

"Yes, darling."

"And I just have to... to what? Stand here? Watch you?" Regulus let out a resigned sigh as he listened to your worries.

"Yes, darling. Kreacher will force the drink down my throat if he needs, just as he has been ordered. And if I don't make it-"

"You'll make it!" You cut him off with a yelp. He winced at the pain in your voice.

"If I don't make it, you and Kreacher take the locket and destroy it. Kreacher is also under orders to protect you." He says slowly.

His voice is low and it's almost as is he has given up already.

You pull him close and rest your free hand on his cheek. His light grey eyes glisten with tears, yet they're still the most beautiful things you've ever seen.

His silken, black hair tickles your hand as it moves against your hard brrathing and you close your eyes for just a moment, relishing the feeling of his cheek against your palm. The feeling of your hand in his.

"You. Will. Make it." You stated defiantly and brushed your lips against his ever so lightly.

When you pulled away, Regulus chased your lips for a real kiss and you pressed a finger to his lips.

"You'll get more when we get out of here."

"Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?" He asked with a small glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Is it working?" You asked, biting your lip and he let out a humourless chuckle.

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Regulus."

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Only a few days ago were you sitting in a library with your love, giggling as he placed kisses all over your face. Now you held him still as he screamed and thrashed while Kreacher tried to pour the horrid substance into his mouth.

Well, you held him as still as you could.

Even weakened this way, Regulus was much stronger than you and his body was currently pumping him full of adrenaline.

"Come on Reg just a little bit more. Please Reggie for me, just a little bit more I promise. Kreacher, how many more mouthfuls?" You stroked Regulus' hair with one hand as the other held his mouth open.

"About two M-" He stopped when he realised he didn't know how to adress you.

"Two more, my love. Two more mouthfuls, please..." You begged him as he pleaded with you and the house elf to let him free.

Your heart broke every time a strained plea left his mouth. His cheeks were wet with tears and your eyes blurred with your own.

Horrible thoughts raced through your mind as his screams echoed about the cave. You must be a monster to put the love of your life through this. You should've done it yourself.

Next time you go after a horcrux, it's you who goes through the pain.

You and Kreacher coaxed the last drop into his mouth and then you let him go.

"W-water..." He mumbled and you nodded.

"Yes sweetheart. Kreacher you stay with him, I'll get him water." You ordered and pressed a kiss to Regulus' head before you ran off.

His hair was stuck to his face with sweat and you could've cried with how greatful you were.

Regulus leaned forward and muttered some words to his house elf. Kreacher looked unsure, but a weak, yet stern glare from his Master seemed to convince him.

"M-Mistress no!" Kreacher yelled, stumbling over the first word, unused to calling you, a hufflepuff of all things, Mistress.

But it was his Master's orders.

You stopped still at Kreachers yell, standing only feet away from the water.

"Mistress musn't go any further. Do not call attention to the Inferi!" Kreacher warned and as you began to back up, a sickly hand popped out of the water and landed on the stone in front of you.

"Shit!" You shrieked and scrambled back up to where Regulus lay.

"Kreacher can you apparate us out of here?" You asked before conjuring some water directly into Regulus' mouth.

He spluttered and choked for a moment beacuse of how he was laying, but soon swallowed the water and begged for more.

"I may be able to, but there are many defenses in this cave Mistress. It may take Kreacher a while." He answered as you pulled Regulus' head up onto your lap to get him into a better position for drinking.

"That's okay, do whatever you can just please get him out of here." Hundreds of Inferi were crawling up from the water at a swift pace.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and your throat tightened in fear, you didn't want to die.

And more than that, you didn't want Regulus to die.

"I'm under my Master's orders to keep you alive." Kreacher pointed oif while scrunching his face up, digging around his magic to gather the strength to apparate the three of them out of there.

"Yeah well you call me Mistress, which means I can give you orders too. And I order you to save him at any cost." You cried out trying to stifle your sobs in favour of keeping Regulus calm.

"W-water..." He rasped again and you complied.

"Yes dear, water. Stay alive and you can have all the water you want I promise you." You pushed his hair out of his eyes and gave him more water.

Your fear and panic was rising and making it harder for you to cast spells.

"Kreacher hurry!" You yelled out as you felt a disgusting, bony hand wrap around your ankle and begin to drag towards the water.

"Y-Y/n!" Regulus' head had gathered itself together enough for him to realise you were in danger.

"Master Regulus must stay calm." Kreacher told him and Regulus panicked as your body was pulled from underneath him.

"Kreacher save her!" Regulus screamed as he began to sit up, crawling towards the Inferi.

"Stay away from the Inferi Master Regulus!" Was the last thing you heard before you head hit a jagged piece of stone and the world around you faded from existence.

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"Y/n... love?" A small voice echoed through your head. You knew that voice.

Did this mean you had both died?

"Sweetheart... please... please wake up..." The voice you loved more than anyone elses sounded through your head again.

His voice was strained and tired and it pulled at your heart.

Your eyes slowly blinked open to see a blurry figure above you.

"Y/n! You're alive!" He rejoiced and you blinked slowly.

"I am?" You muttered as you began to sit up. Pain racked through your body and your head pounded.

"Doesn't feel like it." You groaned, but nevertheless stayed sitting up.

You looked around the room and found yourself on the ground of the small apartment you shared with Regulus since the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts.

Regulus still looked like death, but here he was kneeling over you.

"W- how?" You asked and Regulus let out a breathless laugh.

"The Inferi got you, I crawled after you and Kreacher crawled after us. He apparated us out of there. He's fine. He's drawing us a bath now, then he'll be returning back to my parents house."

You looked at him with wonder. How lucky could you have been to not only have landed a man like him, but go through that and both of you come out alive.

"You're a bloody idiot Regulus Black." You laughed and surged forward to kiss him.

After a few moments of sinking into the comforting feeling of your lips on his he pulled away.

"One more thing."

"But I promised you those kisses if we survived. What, now you don't want one?" You giggled, but his eyes had turned serious - filled with love - but serious.

"I told Kreacher to call you Mistress because... I was hoping you would be." He admitted solemnly and you raised a brow at him.

"Y/n please, please, pretty please marry me?"

All Too Well: The Short Film + letterboxd reviews  (insp)

stop it. i love u.

Chapter 12

S1 Episode 11

SUMMARY: Y/N finally figures out what really happened between her parents. The boys talk her into going to the dance in order to save Allison.

TW: none tbh

WORD COUNT: 7,774 

“Hey!” Stiles smiled as he entered your room. He paused as he was slipping of his shoes when he saw you pressed against your door. “… Why is your ear against your-”

“SHHH!” You waved your arm dramatically before pressing against the door again. “My parents are in the hallway talking.”

“You know, maybe you shouldn’t be listening in on that,” He spoke in a hushed tone before seeing your sarcastic look. “What?! It’s private.”

“Right. But it’s different when you listen in on your dad’s phone calls or that police radio? Oh and how about stealing Lydia’s phone? And getting your dad drunk to-”

“Okay! Fine, what are they saying anyway?” He huffed before throwing his shoes next to your bed and walking over and pressing his ear against the door too. It was mostly a bunch of muffled, inaudible speech with the occasional clear sentence here and there. “Therapy?” His eyes lit up, as he looked over at you.

“I heard Teresa,” You furrowed your brows. His smile quickly dropped into a sarcastic frown.

“Y/N, do your parents know anyone named Teresa?” He hissed.

“I don’t know! Maybe she’s another mistress!” You defended. “Shh! I’m trying to listen!”

“You shush! I’m better at this and I’m trying to focus,” He argued, making you smile at the playful banter. You both stayed silent for a little while longer before their footsteps approached slightly, making the conversation easier to listen to.

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