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Maze runner ~ Sleepover with the boys Part 2 let the games begin ~

First if all sorry this took so bloody long to update. I know i should have updated this sooner but i was a bit caught up in schooling. But here you go hope you like it shank.

Minho: Well!! Go on Thomas

Gally: Yeah what we betting on

Thomas: Well we have to get rid of Alby firts, but i dont know bout you lot but i plan make Y/N mine by the end of tonight.

Minho: As if

Newt: i still don't think this is right

Gally: Then prepare to lose

Chuck: i don't want anything to do with this but leave Alby up to me (wow thats the most contradiction i've seen in once sentence)

Thomas: Fine fine ill make it more realistic, lets just have fun with Y/N

Newt: Are bloody mad!!!

Minho: Deal! She'll be with me boys...

Gally:...i dont know isn't that just like using her?

Thomas: Not if she likes it *smirks*

Newt: I swear one day i will hit you and i wont be sorry *glares*

Minho: i dont see a problem in it? She's single, were all single i hope...so what's the harm???

Newt: i guess your right...but still!

Y/N: Hi Guys!!! *burst into room*

*boys are all shokith*

Y/N: Omg you guys are having a meeting without me!! Rude! Also where is Alby?

*all the boys look at one another*

Thomas: uuuummmm

Newt: He's tending to something important

Y/N: *hears screaming* Is...that Chuck?!

Newt: NO! its just a a aaa Goat!

Y/N: What......?

Thomas: Yeah Winston's been teaching his pet goat new tricks. *smiles awkwardly*

Gally: Y/N i missed you *walks over wrapping you up in a warm bear hug*

Y/N: *blushes intensely, enjoy how warm and cosy the hug is*

*Gally looks over his shoulder and the boys who looked pissed*

Gally: *breaks hug, grabbing your hand dragging you over to the group* Come on sit we have a lot of stuff planned this evening.

*the two of you sat nice and close to each other*

Y/N: Why are you guys so tense??? *you look over seeing all of them Glaring at Gally and then at one another*

Y/N: Are you guys like telepathic or some shit!!!

Newt: Oh no we are just having very intense staring contest!

Y/N: Why?

Minho: No reason, don't worry your pretty little head of sweet pea. *Minho throws a wink at you, of course you blush*

Gally: Alright Thomas! What do we do first?

Thomas: Well i got some options

Thomas:...we got truth or dare, hide and seek, murder in the dark and 7 minutes in heaven...

Y/N: ....*blushes in tensely*

Minho: You nervous? *smirks*

Gally: Don't be beautiful

Newt: Its your choice Y/N....

Sorry i haven't been updating. But im back, also comment which one of these do you want in the next chapter (truth or dare, hide and seek, murder in the dark or 7 mins in heaven.)

Idiot - Stiles Stilinski x gn!reader

Warnings: kissing, play fighting, major cliché coming-of-age teen movie vibes

Summary: You and Stiles have been best friends your entire lives, and you two having plans to study just so happened to be the turning point in that relationship.

A/N: I kind of hate this, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I found this gif.

Stiles had a tendency to blow out the speakers in his jeep whenever he had the chance, and you being his best friend, knew that more than anyone.

One of those times was happening at this exact moment, the both of you flying down the road after school, screaming to the music playing from his iPod and having the time of your lives. It took a few bumps from the bass for the speakers to go out, and Stiles was slamming his palms against the wheel and swearing under his breath.

“Stiles, it’s fine. You can just tweak them a bit like you usually do, and they’ll be fine again.” You said as you shut off his iPod, Stiles grumbling some more as he pulled into his driveway. “I know you’re right, but I don’t like it.” He replied, you laughing and opening the door to step out. “You’re so dramatic; come on, the econ exam is tomorrow and I haven’t the slightest clue what Coach has been spouting off in class.”

The two of you headed into Stiles’ house, Stiles pouting like a kicked puppy the entire way up the stairs and into his room. “Hey, is everything okay with Scott? He’s been acting really strange lately,” you ask, Stiles dropping his bag on the ground and sitting at his desk chair. “Yeah, just your typical teenage werewolf things. Derek isn’t helping anything either.” You hum, sitting on his bed and unzipping your bag to pull out your econ notes.

“Makes sense,” you reply, staring down at your notebook and trying your hardest to understand the gibberish sprawled across it. You groan, flopping backwards on his bad and pressing a pillow into your face. “Do me a favor,” you mumble through the fabric. You hear Stiles’s chuckle, one of the few sounds that can make your stomach erupt in butterflies. “What would that be?” He asked. “Smother me so I don’t have to endure another moment of economics.”

Stiles laughed, standing from his desk chair and plopping down on the bed next to you. You tried to ignore the way your heart raced at the feel of his leg brushing against yours. “Well considering my dad has caught me at multiple crime scenes the last few weeks, I don’t think I’m going to give him a reason to actually suspect me.” The pillow was pulled from your face and you were met with a light whack with it. You gasped playfully, sitting up and grabbing another pillow to hit him back.

“Hey now!” He laughed, holding his empty hand out in defense, your attack still going strong as he attempted to evade each whack. Suddenly, the pillow is ripped from your hands and both are dropped to the floor. You laugh loudly, gripping his wrists and shoving at him, Stiles’ smile radiating pure joy as he lightly pushed back.

He pulled back, your grip loosening enough for him to escape and grab your wrists in return. “Stiles, this isn’t fair!” You cackled as you pushed against his grip, Stiles scrunching his face and pushing back. You really should have known it was a bad idea, but you tried taking a step back to balance yourself, but your knee buckled and the both of you toppled onto the bed.

Of course, Stiles landed on top of you, and the both of your laughing ceased immediately. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared into his eyes, both of your breathing labored from the laughing and play-fighting that had occurred before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You whispered, worried because Stiles still hadn’t said anything. “D-Don’t be,” he whispered back, his eyes not leaving yours.

He wasn’t moving from his position on top of you, his hands still gripped around your wrists and pinning them lightly to the bed. He started to move, and your brain was in panic mode because this had never happened before, and you didn’t want him to move. Instead of moving off of you, he adjusted himself and rested his knee in between your legs.

“Stiles,” you whispered, noticing the way his eyes never left your face. “Y/N,” he whispered back, his eyes flickering to your lips for a split second. You couldn’t believe this was happening, the boy you’ve had the biggest crush on for your entire lives was hovering over you, breathing as heavily as you were, and stealing glimpses of your lips. “Kiss me,” you breathed, your voice almost completely inaudible.

He stared back down at you, his breath stuttering for just a moment before he leaned down and kissed you, his lips barely grazing yours in the process. When he pulled away, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “What?” He asked, a small smile forming on his face. “You call that a kiss?” You teased, Stiles biting his lip before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours firmly.

It was at this exact moment, you knew you were screwed. The way your body felt as if it were immediately bursting into flames wasn’t even the half of it. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and if you had any chance of getting your hands out of his tightening grip, you’d be gripping his hair so tight it’d probably hurt.

Finally, he pulled his hands from your wrists and placed one on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You immediately gripped the back of his flannel and pulled him down. At this point, the two of you were pressed against each other, your lips never ceasing their movements. You gripped his shoulders and pushed, successfully flipping him onto his back and causing him to pull away from you as you straddled him.

He stared up at you, his eyes wide and lips swollen and slightly parted. “Truce?” he whispered, your laugh enveloping you in pure joy. “For being as smart as you are, Stilinksi, you’re kind of an idiot.” You said, Stiles grinning back up at you before sitting up and resting his hands on your hips. “Just shut up and kiss me, Y/N.” He replied, your heart beating the slightest bit faster as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his once more.

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Updated: September 9, 2020

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hi gorgeous

I was wondering if you could write a poly marauders imagine where the reader feels insecure about her body, her stretch marks etc and the boys comfort her (can lead to smut but idk)

If you are comfortable with that off

I would be so so so grateful, thank you so much 🥺

+ Can i please request an imagine where the reader struggles with her body image? with marauders (can be platonic or poly relationship)

Includes: mentions of stretchmarks and insecurities, poly relationship.

The mirror reflected the thins stripes of white and purple that spread like lightning over your legs. After pushing around your flesh for the minutes you’ve been staring at them the area had become sensitive and worsened your insecurity.

You didn’t notice the tears until they fell off your chin and you stomped your foot almost childishly when pity was replaced with anger.

Why did I have to get these?

Why don’t they go away?

How do the boys even love me?

The boys!

You quickly realized that your boyfriends were gonna come barging into the room and you picked up a pair of sweatpants that laid on the bed. From the size of them you’d guess they were Remus’ and you rolled up the ends so you wouldn’t trip. You also changed your smaller t-shirt you’d been wearing during the day into one of James’ huge ones, all and all dwarfing you. But clothes too big was better than clothes too tight.

Sitting down by the desk in the corner of the room to make it look like you’d been studying. A pitter patter of footsteps neared the room and three laughing boys entered the room.

“Hello sweetheart” Sirius called out and put his bag by his dresser, placing a kiss on your head as he walked by you.

“Look at you, all cozied up”James said as he came up behind you and laid a hand on your shoulder, “look so pretty in my clothes”.

He leaned down and put his cheek by yours, looking over the paper you’d been trying to write, and pressed a couple of kisses on your shoulder. The comment stinged because you knew he was lying. He couldn’t think that.

“Think it’s time for bed” Remus said through a yawn as he pulled his shirt off.

You realized that you hadn’t said anything to them so you patted James’s hand and turned around.

“How did it go? With the map and all” you mumbled and looked over at Sirius who was standing in only his boxers next to a shirtless Remus.

Their bodies were glorious, Sirius on the slimmer side with dark tattoos decorating it. Remus had a little more muscle on him and delicate scars running through his skin. The ringing thought of not being enough only got louder as you looked at them.

“Went well, found a new passway that leads from the great hall to the garden” Remus gave you a soft smile as he saw your eyes glaze over slightly, thinking it’s an indication that you’re getting tired, “c’mere doll, ‘s bedtime”.

You stood up and let James hand fall off your shoulder and laid down on the bed as the boys finished up their bedtime routines. Sirius got into the bed on your left side, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist. The feeling almost burned that he wanted to touch you. James got in on Sirius’ left side, an old rule that the strongest gotta sleep closest to the door, and Remus laid down on your right side. He maneuvered his body so you rested your head on his chest.

“Don’t you wanna take off the sweats darling? Gonna get pretty warm” Sirius mumbled as he felt the thick material of your trousers.

You just shook your head and moved his hand and shut your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep before you got any more questions. But a shaky breath and a tear that hadn’t escaped from your waterline earlier fell onto Remus’ chest when you closed your eyes.

”Hey, what’s wrong love?” Remus whispered and inspected your face, wet lashes and a slight irritation in your eyes gave away that you had been crying, ”wanna tell us?”

As you realized your facade was breaking down a couple more tears fell down your cheeks and you sniffled into the comforter.

”Just feel.. ugly” you mumbled, speach slightly muffled by the fabric in front of your mouth, ”looked in the mirror and didn’t like it.. don’t deserve all of you”.

Sirius’ arm that was wrapped around you tightened and

“Darling, why would you ever think that? You are loved and beautiful, our everything” he muttered into your neck, placing a few kisses to try and prove his point.

“Is that why you’re wearing so much clothing to bed, to hide?” James whispered out, voice almost breaking as he tried to say it as gently as possible.

You let your head fall into another nod and Remus’ hands came up to your face to turn it toward him.

“You don’t have to hide, my love, I understand if it’ll make you more comfortable but we want to see as much of you as we can”.

You broke out into a small smile at Remus’ gentle and soft eyes and you turned your head so you could place a kiss onto his palm.

As you breathed in a breath of reassurance your hands went to the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled them down slowly, throwing them to the end of the bed. Sirius hand went down to your hip and he placed a few kisses along your side before letting a finger trace your stretchmarks.

“Looks like lightning” he whispered, mostly to himself, “‘s like on nights with thunderstorms when we watch movies”.

And you felt yourself relax a little more, albeit you didn’t suddenly think you’re the most gorgeous being on this planet, you felt calm to listen to your boy finding fascination in your body.

MAKING EXCEPTIONS| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Characters: Derek, Stiles, Isaac, Scott

Word count: 791 words

Warnings: none, just fluff

Gif: not mine, found on Google.

Summary: Scott and Isaac are confused by Y/n getting her first period since she started dating Derek, worrying that there may be something else wrong with her. Stiles and Derek help dismantle the situation.

“I mean you smell that too, right?” Scott asks stepping forward to sniff me. Isaac nods quickly pointing at Scott to show that he agrees.

“Oh yeah definitely. There’s a distinct smell of death.” He adds and I sigh looking between them.

“Boys. I’m fine. Really.” I retort stepping passed them only to be stopped by Isaac’s arm. He frowns, leaning in close just like Scott did before, worriedly looking towards him.

“Death and blood. Do you smell blood too?” He asks worried and I scrounge my nose at the pure thought of this situation.

“Did someone attack you that we didn’t know of?” Scott asks attempting to lift the sleeves of my shirt, but failing when I slap his hands away with my free arm.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Isaac chimes in reaching for my arms as well.

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May you give some tips on how to write about the whole castles, royalty, peasants, knights type of story? Hehe thankies!

How to Write About Medieval Europe

The Medieval times play a huge role in many forms of media today, from TV shows to books to movies. It’s often romanticized and glamorized to make for a good plot, and sifting through what’s real and what’s fake can be a daunting task. 

Not to mention that the way of life in the Medieval times is vastly different from our lifestyles now! There was a lot more rules, a lot more pomp and circumstance, and a lot more death!

In this post, I’ll mostly be covering a time period around the 1400s to 1600s, with all of the classic knights, nobles, and kings and queens that everyone has come to know and love!

So how exactly do you write about medieval times?

1.Know the People

The Medieval times attached a lot more importance to titles and wealth than we do today. The number of names and titles can get a bit confusing at times, so please try to bear with me.

All of these are ordered from lowest rank to highest rank. 

Category One- Lower/Middle Classes (Could be collectively called Peasants)

1. Slave

Slaves are bought and sold, usually owned by nobles but sometimes purchased by some of the wealthier peasants to help out with farm work. 

They are seen as property and nothing more, and their masters can do with them as they please. 

There is rarely a penalty for killing or harming one’s own slave, but one may be punished for destruction of property if they killed or harmed a slave that wasn’t theirs.

2. Serf

Not a slave, but not free, either. 

They live on the property of a noble’s manor and are bound by the feudal system to pay rent in shares of their crops. 

They must ask the nobles permission to marry and to leave, but are overall left to their own devices. 

Their lives were still hard, however, and often they starved or fell to sickness. 

They remained serfs, however, mostly because they needed the protection of the nobles’ knights from barbarian invaders.

 If the manor of the noble was sold, the serfs came along with it.

3. Peasant

Peasants may be poor, but they are completely free. 

They often live in villages together and made their livings as masons, blacksmiths, tailors, shoemakers, farriers, carpenters, and much more. 

If they were particularly good at their craft, they may just earn enough money to be considered a noble; social mobility is not as rigid for peasants as it is for serfs and slaves.

Category 2- Knights

Knights are  in an entirely different category from the peasants and the nobility, though they are more closely associated with the nobles and garner just as much/if not more respect as them.

1. Squire

Essentially a knight in training. 

They accompany a knight on their travels and serve as their attendant, learning from the knight’s ways while polishing their armor and being their cupbearer.

2. Knight

Addressed as “Sir (Firstname)” for a man or “Dame(Firstame)” for a woman. 

Knights were hired to protect and are sworn to the code of chivalry, which is a set of rules that dictates behavior on and off the battlefield. 

For instance, knights weren’t permitted to fight an unarmed man or to kill someone whose back was turned. If an enemy was disarmed during a fight, the knight is supposed to wait for them to retrieve their weapon before resuming.

 Knights were required to be expert swordsman and bowman, as well as good riders. They also needed to be good at supporting their super-heavy armor

Category 3- Nobility

All of the nobility classes can have overlapping jobs; their titles vary on account of how much land they own. 

These nobles are given a fief, or a plot of land, by the King/Queen. They are then expected to pay taxes to the ruler and provide soldiers when needed.

1. Lord/Lady

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.”

2. Baron/Baroness

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.” 

Usually the spouse of a baron/baroness does not share the title and is simply referred to “My Lord/My Lady” unless they’re a baron/baroness in their own right.

3. Viscount/Viscountess

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady”

4. Earl(Also known as Count)/Countess

Addressed as “Earl of (Place name)/Countess of (Place name)”

5. Marquis/Marquise

Addressed as “Marquis/Marquise of (Place name).

6. Duke/Duchess

Addressed as “Your Grace.”

Owns the most land out of any of the other nobles

Princes and Princesses can be granted titles of Duke and Duchess.

Category 4- Royalty

1. Princes/Princesses

Addressed as “Your Highness.” 

In traditional medieval Europe, the heir to the crown was usually the firstborn son. In the absence of a son, the crown will be given to the firstborn daughter.

They can also be granted other titles such as Duke and Duchess if their parents/siblings who come into power offer them land

A lot of squabbles/dramas caused by heirs; some killed by siblings in order to assume the throne

2. King/Queen

Addressed as “Your Majesty” or “Your Grace.” 

These rulers own all of the land in the kingdom and simply “rent out” property to the nobles, which can be revoked at any time. 

They levy taxes and have their own personal army to protect and wage war against other kingdoms. 

The nomenclature of Kings and Queens can be quite difficult, especially when marriage becomes involved, so I’m going to try my best to help:

When a King inherits the throne: If he marries a woman, she becomes Queen. If he marries a man, that man becomes a Prince.

When a Queen inherits the throne: If she marries a man, he becomes Prince. If she marries a woman, that woman becomes Princess.

2. Do Some Research If You’re Unsure

If you need help figuring out all of the dynamics and certain duties of all of these people, it can help to surf the web! Researching kingdoms such as England, France, and the Holy Roman Empire might help, though be careful; France had emperors and empresses at one point! 

There are very specific differences between different kingdoms, and you have to make sure you take those into account, especially if you’re writing historical fiction!

 3. Some Recommendations that May Be Helpful

Lucky for you, there are a TON of other books, movies, and TV shows that you’ll be able to draw inspiration from! Here are some things that I recommend!

Just a note, many of these aren’t necessarily medieval or focus a lot on fantasy, too, so I’m sorry if some of them aren’t exactly what you’re looking for!

The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Game of Thrones on HBO

The Crown on Netflix

The Witcher on Netflix

Reign on Netflix

Victoria on Amazon Prime

The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)

Elizabeth (1998) and Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007)

Mary Queen of Scots (2018)

Hope this helped, and happy writing!

A/N: Jack really needs a hug. (I volunteer!)

3rd October: Bonfire night. 🔥 | feat. Captain Jack Sparrow

Words: 1337 Warnings: none

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Request:  Please can you do a smut one with tony stark x reader? Maybe with him teasing her? And things like that please? (Tony being dom) and I like your fics btw💕

Warnings: Basically all smut, Dom Tony, Little spanking, Daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, NSFW IMAGES! 18+

Authors Note: I’m not really attracted to Tony so this was a bit hard for me to write but I went through with it ya’ll haha. And I added some plot to it. I hate getting straight to smut too fast unless it’s a blurb. 

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the maze runner preference: when they have a crush on you

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includes: thomas, newt, minho, gally

warnings: nothing I can think of

Thomas: Thomas’s crush on you is pretty obvious to everyone. He’s constantly seen talking to you and he’s pretty protective of you, more so than the other gladers. Newt and Minho tease him about it a lot but I feel like Thomas is the type of guy who wouldn’t even realize that he likes you even though it’s clear to everyone else. He’d insist that you guys are close but just friends. Meanwhile everyone else is like “sure... if you say so”.

Newt: Newt definitely isn’t as obvious Thomas but he stills drops hints that he has feels for you. He’s constantly doing little acts acts of service for you like bringing you food to make sure you eat, giving you his sweater on particularly cold nights, and visiting you while you work to make sure that you’re doing well. He’s just really sweet. The only people who really know how Newt feels is Alby and Minho who want you guys to get together so bad.

Minho: Minho doesn’t even bother trying to hide that he has a crush on you. Unlike his two best friends, he flirts with you all the time. He’s always looking for an excuse to compliment you and there are several occasions where you catch him checking you out or winking at you from afar. Along with all that he’s a bit protective. He’s always looking out for you and making sure that you’re okay.

Gally: Gally... oh Gally. Honestly it’s hard for you to figure out whether he has a crush on you or if he hates you. He’s the type of guy who wouldn’t know how to deal with his feels so he picks on you or straight up avoids you as much as he can. Despite this you catch him being soft. When you get hurt he asks how you’re doing and he scolds you whenever you do anything unsafe. If anyone were to accuse him of having a crush on you Gally would deny it. No way he’s admitting to something like that.

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