#imagineyourfandomthings

[multifandomimaginethings]

"Spontaneous" Spencer Reid Imagine

The music played softly in your left ear.

“Butterflies with gilded wings this morning Touched the red sun and the rain”

The earphone slightly slid out of your ear as Spencer shifted and pulled the cord.

“Spencer?” you asked for him. Knowing he was right next to you.

“Hmm?” he responded.

Both of your eyes closed as you lay in the dark of your bedroom listening to “Reflections after Jane” your favorite song by the Clientele.

“One day I want to just leave. I don’t want to have a plan. I want to just buy a train ticket to anywhere and go. I don’t want to have a destination in mind. I want to see everything. Hear everything. Smell new things and taste new foods.” you admitted yourself to Spencer. You’ve always longed to be adventurous but you were afraid something would go wrong.

“Everyone wants adventure. There’s nothing wrong with that.” both of your eyes were still closed as you listened to the words flow out of Spencer’s mouth.

“I know I need a degree in order to work in film. But school is not my thing. I hate it, I want to be done and out in the work force. I want to make movies. I want to make people laugh and make people cry with my films. Why can’t I just do that without a degree? I already know how to do everything it takes to make a movie, why do I need a certificate of approval to do what I love?”

“I’m afraid that’s just how life is, love.” Spencer sounded sincere.

You didn’t expect him to understand, he loved school and learning new things. He has been on adventures. Moving to college was the first time you left your hometown, and your college was only an hour away.

“I want to be spontaneous and go to concerts and get drunk. I want to be crazy and take my shirt off. I want to have fun and see the world.” you were a little embarrassed about opening up to Spencer, but you love him and you trust he will not judge you no matter what.

“Well then, pack a bag. Spring break is in two days. You can miss your classes and the team and handle things without me. Let’s go on an adventure.” Spencer took out his earphone and sat up. You sat up and looked at him like he was crazy.

“Are you kidding?” you questioned

“Come on! There’s nothing to be afraid of. You said you wanted to go on an adventure, so let’s go! Right now!” he got up and started to pack random things into a small bag.

You thought this over in your mind and thought, why not?

“Lets go on an adventure, Spender Reid.” you smiled.

[speedreiding]

Random Questions

Thanks for tagging me boo :* @crimindsaspe

Rules: post the rules, answer the questions given to you by the tagger, write 11 questions of your own, and tag eleven.

I think I’m answering these

1. What is your favourite film genre?

Oh man that’s a tough question umm.. I’m going to have to say action and suspense. Stuff like Marvel for sure. I like action movies that have emotional components because it gives the movie an effect that I love.

2. If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?

I wish I could be a fairy. Why? I don't know I would love to fly and yeah XD

3. What would you rather; be deaf? Or blind? And why?

Deaf. I would hate not to see... but also not to hear. I actually am really interested in learning sign and I probably will just so I can communicate with the deaf.

4. Who was your first fictional crush?

Edward Cullen but if we are taking WAY back then Phineas from Phineas and Ferb

5. If the planet could only have one gender of human on it, which one would you prefer? And why?

Wow umm I’m going to go with non-binary because everyone is beautiful and that would be a fabulous planet sign me up. (I know non-binary technically isn't a gender but idc that’s my answer)

6. What fictional character do you relate most to, and why?

This is a really good question! I will give you a mix I guess XD. I have qualities such as obliviousness and maturity like Scott McCall from Teen Wolf, loyalty and not-ever-wanting-to-get-in-trouble-ness like Steve Rogers or Captain America, my sister says I’m like Spencer because of my social awkwardness and avoiding of social activities but boy could I wish to be like Spencer Reid XD

7. If you could travel to any fictional world, which one would you visit?

Well... I guess the Criminal Minds world so I could love Spencer and tell him how cute and awesome he is

8. Do you prefer live music or recorded music?

I’ve never been to a concert... unless you mean like live but recorded... but I prefer recorded. I hate the crowd cheering at the beginning I don't know why but I just do, although I could see why some people would like it 

9. If you could create an ideal life for yourself, what would it look like?

Wow a lot more social that’s for sure. More active, more determined. I want to be that mom that brings Rice Crispie Treats to soccer games.... wait I'm only 16 XD anyways I want to be a lot more social, no more acne, lose body fat and not look like a pear. 

10. Have you ever heard a song that summed up your life/how you felt at that moment completely? What was it?

No... not off of the top of my head sorry to be boring XD

11. If you could have one wish, what would it be?

World peace. That will always be my answer. That and to get rid of abusive drugs like heroin, cocaine , etc. I just want everyone to love one another.

These are for you kind being, to answer:

1. What is your favorite holiday memory? (From any holiday?)

2. If you could speak another language, what would it be?

3. How often do you get sick? 

4. If there was one meal you could eat for the rest of your life what would it be?

5. Name a food you hate.

6. What is your biggest fear?

7. Do you want to save 15% or more on car insurance?

8. Explain your dream home.

9. What are you wearing... right now?

10. If you couldn’t be convicted of any one type of crime, what criminal charge would you be charged of?

11. Share 3 pet peeves.

Tags

@whymesswperfection @sapphicpage @phd-daddy @writingofreid @rotisserierogers @bookofreid @imagineyourfandomthings @petermaximoff @adamisstillinhellthankstoyou @gubler-cm @xoxocriminally-yours

[geminioriginalsimagines]

Someone has just told me that imagineyourfandomthings stole my Damon "Hide and Seek" smut. I remember blocking them some time ago so they can't see anymore of what I post to steal it. So if you see this person posting imagines chances are they most likely stole it from someone else!

[bonniebird]

Do you have any originals imagines blogs that you follow? I can't seem to find any

@justfangstvdto

@a-court-of-stydia

@imagineyourfandomthings

@theoriginalsimagines

@tvdiaries-imagines

@mikaelson-imagines

@imagination-of-a-fandom-slut

@theoriginalsximagines

[teenwolf-theoriginals]

Do you watch tvd too? Can you recommend like writers for the Lriginals and TVD? I'm just getting into them and you're the only blog I trust that watches it lol.

I stopped watching TVD after season 7, it got too boring and it just became all about Damon, which got annoying. Plus it went downhill after season 3, after they killed off Katherine/Kai and after Nina left. And I hate how they’ve been treating Stefan, he deserves better and Julie has been treating him like a secondary character in favor of Damon. Sorry about the mini rant, but TVD was good once and then sadly it got ruined by soapy, love drama, rather then focusing on intriguing villains (the only ones were The Originals, Katherine and Kai, although Silas wasn’t bad) and interesting storylines/characters.

I’m not sure who writes for The Originals or TVD, because I don’t follow any blogs that do. But a quick tumblr search I found a few blogs, you can check out them out and see if you like them:

- @imagineyourfandomthings

- @tvdsimagines

- @imaginethevampirediaries

- @dangimagines

[daniellelarusso]

You’re Cute

One of themany for L!!! Happy Valentine’s Day!! I hope you liked it!!!! <3

-

"Just say it..." Scott whispered. His eyes were wide with worry, concern, compassion, everything that made  him Scott McCall.

"I don't want to. If I say it it's real."

Scott shook his head. "Please. You're scaring me." His eyes were clouded, filled with concern and worry.

I sucked in a breath. "Something's trying to possess me." It was as if all of the air was sucked right out of the room.

"Cut!" Cried the director. "Excellent. That's a wrap."

"That's a wrap!" Yelled the 1st AD.

Tyler immediately dropped the serious expression and wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Nice job there, L."

 I grinned, giving him a high five. "You too man."

  "You gonna come out tonight?" He grinned. "You know you want to. And you earned it. I mean, come on. That episode is gonna make the fans flip!" He raised his arms and arched his back backwards slightly. I couldn't help but grin at the movement that was so very Tyler.

 "Yeah, I'm coming," I replied.

 "Yes!" He grinned at me. "Yes."

 I laughed and gave a small shake of my head.

-

The best part of being the sober one was seeing the others being total dorks. They said whatever they wanted, anything they had normally held back or were afraid to say. They fell over themselves and made crude jokes and jumped around and laughed at nothing. And it was hilarious.

My favorite was Tyler, who was always such a clown anyways that when he was drunk things got right down hilarious.

He dropped onto the bar stool beside me and grinned at me. "I think you should dance with me."

 I laughed. "Tyler we just danced."

 He made a whine and dropped his head on his arm, mumbling something.

 "What?"

He mumbled it again.

 I grinned. "Tyler."

 He moved his face off of the table so his words were audible. "I just think you're really pretty and I like you a lot and-" He dropped his head back onto the table and his words quickly became impossible to hear anymore.

I chuckled and shook my head, trying not to blush, trying to remind myself he was drunk. "You're cute."

 His head immediately came back up, a hopeful grin on his face. "Cute enough for a dance?"

 I grinned softly. "Fine," I replied teasingly. "I suppose I could spare one more."

 Tyler hopped up and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the dance floor. We quickly fell into movement together, moving as one. Slowly, he reached forward. His hand laced to the small of my back, pulling me closer. This was definitely sharing more of a space than we had before. But we fell into the rhythm as if nothing changed. His hand slowly moved up my back and I let my fingers trail through his hair.

 The song changed but we didn't move, didn't dare part.

 Something in Tyler's eyes changed. Suddenly they weren't light and carefree, they were looking at me as if I was the entire solar system. I stared back at him, unsure of what to say but at the same time not wanting to say anything.

Life is made of moments, both planned and unplanned. And some moments, if your lucky, are pure and untainted by anything except whatever prompted them. This was one of those moments.

 As the song reached its peak, I acted on instinct, grabbing a handful of his hair and leaning up. But he must have had the same thought because he met me halfway and we were kissing. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me closer. I locked my arms around his neck, arching into him. Tyler made a soft sound against my lips that sounded like a gasp and then deepened the kiss.

 When we finally broke apart, I stared at him and Tyler stared right back. His lips parted slowly, as if he were surprised at what had just happened. But why wouldn't he be? To be honest, so was I.

 "T-Pose!" Dylan came running over and crashed into his friend. My eyebrows shot up and I covered my mouth.

 "Dude!" Tyler struggled to get out of the lock Dylan had around his neck.

 "I was... I was... What was I doing?" He looked over at Holland and Crystal.

 Holland called over, "Don't worry about it Dylan! Just come back!" She was laughing, holding her drink in her hand.

 "Okay, I'm gonna go." Dylan started to step away but stopped, looking at me. "OH! I saw you!!"

 "Saw us?" I asked carefully.

 Dylan lowered his voice. "K-i-s-s-i-n-g," he "whispered". Tyler hit him on the back of the head and Dylan glared. "You have no sense of humor." Tyler gave him a look and Dylan's mouth made an "o" shape. "Ohhhh. You wanna talk about it. Okay." He nodded and slowly backed away. "Gotcha."

Tyler groaned as our friend bounded away. "Well. Fuck. That was supposed to be smoother."

 "What was?" I asked.

 "When I finally asked you out."

 I blinked and felt a slow blush creeping over my features. "You're asking me out?"

 Tyler smiled. "Yeah. I am."

I smiled. "Wow."

 "So...." Tyler bounced on his feet. "Are... Are you gonna... I mean... Will you... Will you?"

 I smiled. "Yeah. I'd like that."

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Hi babe! It's Lydia ❤️ I haven't been getting requests lately and I was wondering if you would be a doll and tell your followers to request? ily so much angel ❤️

If you want to check out Lydia’s blog and send in some requests to help her out then please do :) xxx

[morganapendragon]

star star star star star i dont know how to send it but star star star

aww  you’re a star

Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog. Takes a second, means a lot.

[alecslightwood]

I voted to stay stxdias ❤️

thanks :)

url: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | scott mccall going caroling

icon: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | lydia martin decorating the tree

theme: 1(it’s the basic tumblr theme) | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | kira yukimura hanging (and turning on) the lights

updates tab: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | malia tate eating deer instead of turkey

posts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | stiles stilinski telling liam dunbar santa claus isn’t real what

overall: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | mccall pack exchanging gifts

come get your present

[geminioriginalsimagines]

Hi! I'm Phoebe, I co-own imagineyourfandomthings and I had no idea that Chelsea (she's the owner) was stealing your imagines!! I seriously feel so bad. I always wondered why the imagines she posed where never requests, it's because she was just taking them from other people. I am genuinely so sorry. I don't know what to do because I love writing and being a part of that account, I have become friends with so many followers. I will delete the imagines she stole, what ones did she take from you?

Thank you for coming to me! And thank you for the honesty! A while ago I asked for credit, and she said she would give it to me! But she never did and I blocked her but knew it was childish so I unblocked her. I turn around and she blocked me so I can no longer see anything on your guys' blog. So as far as I know she stole "hiding" which is my Damon Salvatore "Hide and Seek" smut. And that's all I'm aware of. As for anything else I have no idea. But the rest could be from other writers. I would suggest making your own blog and being on your own! And just have the followers you made friends with follow you there! Thank you for telling me this!

[daniellelarusso]

Together

For L @imagineyourfandomthings

"Just say it..." Scott said, dropping his hands to his sides. His eyes were wide with worry, concern, compassion, everything that made him Scott McCall.

"I don't want to. If I say it it's real."

Scott shook his head. "Please. You're scaring me." His eyes were clouded, filled with concern and worry.

I sucked in a breath. "Something's trying to possess me." It was as if all of the air was sucked right out of the room.

-

(One week earlier)

"STILES!" I walked out of the bathroom, practically seeing red. "STILES STILINSKI GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"

 "Whoop! Sorry I'm late! Pack meeting! Bye!" He ran out of the car quickly.

 I glared down the stairs and then turned back to the bathroom, which was entirely not just messy but disgusting. "I'm gonna kill him," I told myself. "Yes I am. I am. I am going to be an only child because I will murder my brother for being such a damn pig. And I won't even feel bad. Nope. Not a bit."

That was when  I went spiraling into a wall and the world went black.

-

"Hey! Lydia! Lydia wake up!"

 I woke with a gasp to see Scott and Stiles both bent over me, looks of panic on both of their faces.

 I forced myself into a sitting position and rubbed my head. "Yeah, I... What happened?"

 Stiles shook his head. "When you didn't turn up, I went back for you and found you passed out so I called Scott."

 Scott gently brushed the hair out of my face. "Did you see anyone?"

 "No," I whispered. "I didn't see anything. I just... I was thrown at a wall and..." I shook my head. "Then nothing."

 "It's okay," Scott whispered. "It's gonna be okay."

 -

It wasn't that Scott lied. It was just that he was plain out wrong.

Things weren't okay. I started experiencing black outs, periods where I couldn't remember anything. This time, when I woke up in the middle of the gymnasium on the bleachers with Scott bent over me, I had lost an entire day. School had been over for four hours and I'd never gone home and I didn't even remember getting up that morning.

 "What the hell is happening to me?" I gasped, bending over. I rocked back and forth and shook my head. "i don't understand Scott. What is happening to me?"

  Scott hesitated, his eyes fixed on me. "I don't know," he whispered. But I knew him better than that. He was holding back,  hiding.

I let out a gasp and then I bent over. Everything was flooding over me. Things were too loud, dark clouds were fogging all of my thoughts. I could feel my hands beginning to shake and that was when I realized they were picking at my cuticles. I pulled them away, letting them rest on my knees as I took a handful of my skirt.

  I bent over and tried to remember how to breathe, tried to focus myself. Fuck. Fuck. No. I hated this. I hated it. Why couldn't it just stop?

 I let out a choked sob as my breathing got rougher and rougher.

I couldn't breathe. There wasn't enough oxygen.

 "Hey, hey," Scott said, gripping my hand. "L. Stay with me."

 I forced my gaze to him, my eyes watering so much that his image was blurred in front of me.

 "Scott?" I croaked. "I... I can't... I can't breathe..."

 "We're going to get through this." Scott pulled me into his lap. "I love you," he whispered. "This is where I first knew I loved you, you know. This is it. Right here. We were sitting and doing homework and Stiles texted you something annoying and you just laughed and called him a dork and I laughed and then you handed me an old Valentine's card- one of the little punny ones you get from the store when you're in like the fourth grade?- and then you told me that you had wanted to give that to me in the third grade but you got scared, remember? Scared I'd reject you. And I told you I'd always liked you. And I will never forget that look on your face. And then it all hit me in a wave, how much I loved you. What I'd do to protect you."

 He kissed my forehead. "I love you so much, L. I love you and I will always be here for you. And I will hold you every time. I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

 I curled into him and buried my face into his shirt. When it calmed down, I let out a small hiccup and whispered, "I love you so much Scott McCall..."

 "I love you too," he whispered, stroking my hair. "I always will. Always."

 I looked up at him and whispered, "Scott? I'm scared."

 "We'll find it."

 "I think I know."

 He stared. "What?"

 "I... I don't..."

 "L?" Scott's eyes creased with concern. "What is it?"

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"Just say it..." Scott whispered desperately. His eyes were wide with worry, concern, compassion, everything that made him Scott McCall.

"I don't want to. If I say it it's real."

Scott shook his head. "Please. You're scaring me." His eyes were clouded, filled with concern and worry.

I sucked in a breath. "Something's trying to possess me." It was as if all of the air was sucked right out of the room.

Scott took a deep breath and closed his eyes, making me think that one some level he already knew. "We're going to get through this together," he whispered finally.

[daniellelarusso]

Roomates

@imagineyourfandomthings

Starting college is terrifying. Absolutely scary. But there's also something amazing about the whole thing.

Amazing and scary met face to face when it came to meeting your college roommate. I'd thought about it for a long time. Who would she be? Would we get along? It was terrifying. With potential to be amazing.

And she was amazing. Most times. Some times she was so persistent I could kill her. Like right now.

A teddy bear hit me in the head and I slowly looked over. "What do you want?" I mumbled.

"First, Mr. Bear back," she said. "And I'm hungry."

"Congrats." I threw her my pillow instead of the bear. It immediately came back and landed on my face.

"Let's go to IHop!" She jumped on the bed, landing over me so that she was straddling me. "Please?"

I sighed and looked at her. "And then I can sleep?"

"Maybe."

I grinned softly. "I appreciate the honesty. And fine."

"Yay." Allison plucked Mr. Bear from my arms and got up. "IHOP!"

I grinned and shook my head, slowly getting up. "You are such a dork."

Allison stuck out her tongue. "Whatever. You love me and you know it."

 I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

 She grinned and kissed me quickly. "Admit it."

 "I love you," I said with a grin.

 She grinned back.  “I know.”

[daniellelarusso]

Human

I know, it’s a shock but another imagine for @imagineyourfandomthings <3 HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY

Without you I feel broke, like I'm half of a whole

Without you I've got no hand to hold

Without you I feel torn, like a sail in a storm

Without you I'm just a sad song

*Rebekah's birthday party*

"This is ridiculous, Klaus." Rebekah shook her head. "I don't understand. If you love her, why don't you go over there."

Klaus shot her a dirty look. "Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong, Rebekah," he answered coldly. His eyes shot immediately to Lydia, unable to help himself. She was over there, sitting alone with her beer. He hated seeing her alone, but she made it abundantly clear that she would rather be alone than with him.

And he would just have to live with that.

 "She misses you too," Rebekah said, leaning closer.

 "No," Klaus murmured. "I don't think that she does at all."

"Oh for Heaven's sakes," Rebekah muttered. She got up and made her way to Lydia's side.

-

"What on earth is going on between you and my brother?" Rebekah asked, sitting beside her friend.

 Lydia slowly exhaled and shook her head. "Nothing. It didn't work out."

 Rebekah raised her eyebrows. "Oh, if that's all," she mocked. Lydia shot her a dirty look. "Listen, I haven't seen him like this in a long time."

 "Like what?" Lydia finally asked. She couldn't help but cast a glance at Klaus Mikaelson sitting alone. He was gazing at her and their eyes met for just a moment before he jerked his head away.

"In love," Rebekah answered. "Heart broken. Desperate. Willing to sacrifice his happiness for someone else's."

Lydia looked at her. "But that's just it."

 Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

 "What he feels, how deep that is and... I can't do that. I can't do that to him."

 "Do what to him?" Rebekah stared at me. "Make him happy?"

 "Have him rely on me so much! What if something happens to me? We're immortal but we sure as hell aren't safe. And plus Klaus has so much else that matters to him. I don't... I don't want to mess things up."

 Rebekah shook her head and leaned forward. "Trust me when I say that my brother is so much better when he has someone he cares about. He can be a beast but you... You keep him human."

   Lydia blinked at her and hesitated. "I..."

 "I get being scared," Rebekah said gently. "I do. But just... Just talk to him. Please? That is literally the only birthday present I need from you."

Lydia hesitated and then nodded. A slow song came on and Rebekah grinned at her, nodding her head at her brother. Lydia sighed softly before making her way over.

 What if he didn't want anything to do with her? What if she ruined it?

 She took a breath and said, "Hey." Her voice was shaky and low.

 Klaus's gaze snapped to her. "Hello, love." the love was added almost as an afterthought, as if he was trying to seem normal, semi cocky. A smile slid onto his features but I could see through it. It was forced, unnatural.

 Lydia took a breath. "Dance with me?"

 Klaus stared at her for a long moment. "I'm not sure that's the best idea."

 "Please," she said softly. "I... I want to talk."

 Klaus stared at her, his eyes softening by the second. He got to his feet and offered his hand. She took it and followed him onto the large dance floor.

 They fell into step together quickly and easily, his arms going around her protectively. He held her to his chest as they danced together.

Finally, she whispered, "I love you."

 Klaus jerked away slightly, his eyes meeting hers. "What?"

 "I love you." She stared up at him. "And it scares the shit out of me but I am falling more and more in love with you every day."

 "But you... You didn't... You said..."

 "I know. I was scared, for both of us. And I panicked and I pushed you away and if you don't want to forgive me I under-"

His lips smashed against mine and I kissed him back and the rest of the world just seemed to vanish. All that mattered was Klaus Mikaelson.

[daniellelarusso]

You Make It Clearer

Slightly based off the Raven Cycle's Blue :P

For L!!!!! HAPPY VALEINTIES DAY! @imagineyourfandomthings

"Why me?" I asked.

The boy across from me looked up, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Mmm?"

"Why me?" I repeated.

It was an odd thing, to be sitting and playing Go with my kidnapper but here we were. And I was remarkably in afraid of him. He'd knocked me out on my way home from the library one night and when I'd woken in a pitch dark place, my first thought was that he couldn't be much older than me. And then I'd recognized him.

It was Stiles Stilinski. Stiles who I had had a crush on for the last year.

But it wasn't Stiles. His movements were different, they were graceful, elegant, fluid. There was nothing choppy or spastic about them. It was a strange sight to see. And then he spoke. And his voice was chilling, clear, confident. Nothing about this person was Stiles.

 And then he'd explained, fairly clearly actually. He was a Nogitsune, a dark fox spirit. Honestly, I had an easier time wrapping my head around it than I probably should have. My biggest question was why he had taken me.

 Stiles looked at me, his eyes calculating. "Because," he said finally. "Because you're more powerful than you know." He made his move. "You're turn, Lydia."

 I slowly leaned forwards. My eyes darted to the board but instead of studying it, I studied him, his face, his posture. "How?"

 His lips twitched at the corner, turning into this smirk that made every dirty thought I had ever had flood into my mind. I had to work to train my thoughts and still only trained them slightly. "You're not human either."

 "Then what am I?'

 "You know what a psychic is, I'm assuming?"

 I raised my eyebrows. "With the tents and crystal balls?"

 Stiles gave a small, dark chuckle that set every nerve in my body on fire in the best way. "Not quite. See, you... You have a gift. You're like a beacon for the supernatural. You escalate every supernatural creature you're around."

 "Even yours?" I asked slowly.

 "Especially mine." He got up suddenly and walked to the wall. His hands gripped each other behind his back. He looked at me again slowly and the smirk was back. "You're like my Lydia." He came back towards me, kneeling beside me. His fingers trailed over my neck lightly as he slowly pulled a piece of hair away from it. He leaned closer, so close that when he spoke his lips brushed the skin on my neck. "You're drawn to the darkness too."

 I slowly looked at him, trying hard to not let him see how badly he was making my blood race. "So you're going to use me?"

 "I could," he admitted. He looked at me, his eyes burning into mine with a surprising amount of intensity. "But I'd rather do something else."

 "What?"

 "I'd rather you work with me. Of your accord. Your choice."

 "And why," I whispered. "Would I do that?"

 He smirked and grabbed my by the hips. In one quick motion, he was on his feet and had swept me up as well. My legs were hitched over his hips, his hands on my butt, holding me up but definitely not at all innocent.

 "Let me show you a good damn reason." His lips made contact with the skin by my jaw and I closed my eyes, wiggling closer.

He spun around and shoved me against the wall. "Trust me," he whispered. His teeth nipped my ear. "You're never going to want to go back."

[daniellelarusso]

Guide For Having a Dick For a Dad

For @imagineyourfandomthings So I sort of amm tempted to make a longer fic out of this ifyou like it! <3

-

  Growing up with the dad that I had, I had to have my own personal rule book.

Rule #1 Take everything with a grain of salt.

Rule #2 If no one wants to be your friend, it's not you. It's him.

Rule #3 Pick your battles.

Rule #4 If a battle is worth it, fucking fight.

And that was why I was busting into my dad's detention. Because, well, he was a dick. And this was ridiculous. He couldn't handle the fact that he did something wrong and nearly had to pay for it and this wasn't fair.

 So I slowly opened the door and slipped inside his classroom.

 "Did you just sneak into detention?" quipped a familiar voice. I rolled my eyes as I turned to face Stiles Stilinski.

 "Tell you what," I said. "I won't give you a hard time for your life choices if you'll leave mine alone."

 His lips quirked into a grin. "I'm Stiles."

 "Trust me," I said. "I know."

 He raised his eyebrows. "You know?"

 I gave a small laugh. "Please. You hardly go unnoticed in class with all the quips."

 He looked proud of himself before remembering the situation. He slowly got to his feet and cocked an eyebrow. "Who are you anyway?"

"Just call me L." I went to the desk and sat in the chair.

 "Uh, whoa, hey, L. I really don't think that's a good-"

 "Shut up."

 "Whoa-kay." Stiles hopped onto a desk, sitting on it. He leaned over the gap between his desk and mine, trying to see what I was doing.

Adrian,

So sorry to interrupt your  detention but Sheriff Stilinski called and needed his son home right away.

- Jane

"Jane?" Stiles asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

 "Receptionist," I replied.

"Won't he just give me longer detention tomorrow? I don't know if you know this but Mr. Harris is crazy vengeful."

 I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I know. But trust me. He'll throw a small tantrum and then forget. But don't worry." I looked up at me, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "He'll still hate you."

 "Oh good," Stiles replied dryly. I got up propped the note up. "So listen. Maybe I could get your-"

 I walked out of the classroom before he could finish, well aware of where this was headed.

 "Number," I heard him finish. "Yep. Awesome."

 Okay, I know. Rude. But it was just what had to happen. He wouldn't want to date me once he knew me anyway. And I know that that sounds ridiculously pessimistic but it was just the way it was.

Rule # 5 Boys don't date you when your dad's a dick.

"Lydia!" I stopped and looked up as my dad walked towards me.

 "Hey," I replied. "Listen. I already saw. Stiles is gone. Jane went and sent him home. Something about his dad." My dad swore and ducked into his classroom.

Please be gone, I thought. If Stiles stuck around...

 But my dad's loud curse word soon revealed to me that he was gone.

 "You know," I said, leaning in the doorway. "He really didn't deserve that detention."

 "That kid is a pain in the ass," he grumbled, grabbing his book bag. "Ready to go home?"

 I nodded, gripping my messenger bag. "Yeah. But you know, being a pain in the ass doesn't make him a bad kid."

 He threw me an unamused look. "Don't tell me you like him or something."

 "What? No," I replied quickly. "I'm just pointing out that you can't hate him becuase his dad-"

 "That's enough," he cut me off. That wasn't too surprising. He did it a lot.

-

 My nighttime ritual wasn't actually much of a ritual. I just liked to call it that. The only thing I did every night was shower. Well, then I messed around in my room until I fell asleep. But I will never forget the night it got a bit different.

 My computer beeped that I had an IM, making me frown as I slid onto the bed in front of my laptop.

Batinski- Hey, L ;) How's it kicking?

Me- Who is this?

Batinski- That would be Stiles. thanks for saving me.

Me- How the hell did you get my IM?

Batinski- Let's just say I have my sources.

Me- Sure. And I'll try to pretend that isn't stalkerish.

Batinski- But a little cute?

Me- Yeah, not really.

Batinski- Damn, you're harsh.

Me- And yet... You're still here.

Batinski- I'm kinda like a tick. I'm hard to get rid of.

Me- Wow. I've never met someone who compared themselves to a tick before.

Batinski- I like to break the rules.

Me- Okay. So.. Is there a reason for this?

Batinski- I'm intrigued. You saved me from detention wielding awesome forging skills and then POOF. Vanished.

Me- Yes. Yes I did. You're welcome. Good night.

Batinski- you're so cold. I love it.

Me- Oh my gosh.

*You have logged off*

[daniellelarusso]

For L @imagineyourfandomthings

Dating Allison Argent <3