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Do you do headcanons? If so, dating Clarke Griffin (the 100) would include, please? Thank you!

Dating Clark Griffin would include...

finding tons of sketches that Clark has drawn of you

being a sort of co-leader or advisor whom Clark trusts absolutely 100%

being one of the few people who Clark really opens up to

also being one of the few people who can make Clark relax and let loose

learning small things about being a medic so you can help her out whenever she needs it

quiet nights together where you two just lay together, enjoying each other’s company. specifically really important to Clark as it lets her unwind

Clark willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe because you’re that important to her

parenting Madi together (i wonder who the fun parent is...)

honestly having a really soft relationship that most wouldn’t expect

Anxious

Platonic! Sara Lance x Fem!Reader

Warning: panicking, anxiety, robots

Summary: After a mission, you’re pretty shaken up. But Mother Hen Sara Lance is pretty good at helping out.

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

Prompts:

2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

18. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

64. “Here, take my blanket.”

68. “Run for it!”

i love sara lance. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

Being part of the Legends was something you loved. You loved getting to save the day—no matter the time period—and you had some great teammates that were really like family to you. You were somewhat young so most of them definitely worried, maybe a little too much, for your safety but you spent your whole life using your telekinesis to get out of danger and it was no different. 

But sometimes things did get rough. 

You were laying on your bed, staring up at the blank ceiling as you recalled your latest mission. You only remembered so much.

You didn’t know what year it was exactly but the androids you were fighting were advanced enough to frighten you. You had just taken one out when other had knocked you to the floor. “Hey!” You exclaimed, propping yourself up on your elbows.

You jutted out a hand, intending to send the android flying back but it didn’t happen. Your telekinesis had faltered and you were helpless. You glanced to your side and saw most of your teammates struggling like you. 

You scrambled back, panic beginning to take over when you heard Sara call out, “Run for it!” 

Your memory was foggy after that point. From what you could remember, you had gotten knocked out. You just remembered waking up in the med bay and that was it.

You blinked the memory away, trying to do the same with your panicked feelings. After a few minutes, it seemed useless and you were just feeled with dread. You got to your feet and shuffled out of your room.

Sara had told you if you never needed anything to come to her and now seemed like as good a time as any. You peered into her room, knocking softly against the doorframe. “Y/N?” she asked, looking up from the book she’d been reading.

“We need to talk,” you sighed, rubbing your forearm, “well, can we? I guess?”

Sara looked at you worriedly. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” she asked as she moved aside so she wasn’t laying out on her bed anymore.

You stepped further in, taking seat down beside her. “I couldn’t relax. I was going to take a nap but, that wasn’t working,” you explained to her with a lackluster shrug.

“Gideon checked you out, you should be fine.”

“I am, I just...keeping thinking about our last mission,” you sighed. “Those androids and my powers malfunctioning and I was just so panicked! I froze! I was helpless, and they were getting closer and-“

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Sara cooed, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder as you had begun to hyperventilate. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“It’s not even that, I just...don’t want them to happen again. My powers have always been so uncontrollable yet I’ve always relied on them. What happens if they act like that again or somehow I lose them? Even temporarily?” You were visibly stressed and Sara could tell as she comfortingly rubbed your back, hoping to help calm you.

“You’re not alone you know. We may be a little dysfunctional-“ You chuckled lightly. “But we’re here for you and don’t think for a second we wouldn’t be there to help you.”

“Still I just-“

“You know, training you to fight is something I can do,” Sara announced, causing you to shoot her a glance. “Maybe it’d be useful.”

“You mean I could be a badass like THE Sara Lance?” You questioned, laughing ever so slightly. Sara playfully rolled her eyes just as you both heard the sound of someone knocking on the doorframe of the room.

“Is everything alright?” Ray asked, probably having heard you both from down the hall. You nodded slowly, giving him a smile.

“This is girl talk, so leave,” Sara told him, prompting him to quickly take the hint and head off, apologizing as he went. You both laughed it off before Sara extended the blanket she had at the edge of her bed out towards you. “Here, take my blanket.” You raised an eyebrow. “You can sleep here tonight, maybe it’ll help keep you calm. I’ve got a book to read anyway.”

You smiled in response as she got to her feet and flopped down into an open desk chair she had, reopening her book. She gave you a nod as you stretched out on her bed, pulling the blanket it over you and letting out a somewhat content sigh.

You still felt anxious about it all but less so. Sara was right. You were apart of a team and if Sara was going to teach you how to fight, things wouldn’t be so bad.

Plus her blanket was really soft.

Hi, I was wondering if I could get a The 100 ship. My names Amanda. I have red hair and eyes that can be blue, green, or grey. I'm really short, like only about 4'9, and I'm little on the fuller side. I'm kind of quiet, my favorite thing to do is read and my schooling is really important to me, I'm actually currently a psychology student. That's me in my icon by the way.

—I ship you with Lincoln kom Trikru!

lincoln is most definitely infatuated by you, don’t even test me here. octavia who? oops. you’re the first sky person he sees and you’re just off to the side, taking it all in and he. is. sold. 

he *loves* when you tell him things you’ve read about, whether it be some story you’ve read or some psychology facts. tell him all. he’s here and ready to listen

he’s tall, okay, very tall. a tall man. he loves to hug you from behind and he enjoys kissing the top of your head. easy access plus? soft. he’ll also braid your hair. he can, of course he can. 

he really loves you, you and him will sit in silence for hours and he couldn’t careless because you’re just in his lap reading and he’s content. we love a wholesome relationship.

whether or not you decide to integrate into the grounders or stay with the sky people, he’s here for whatever you decide. he just wants you to be happy and he would die to make that happen, okay? okay, great. 

a soft and pure ship, mhm

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.

Still Do

FP Jones x Fem!Reader

Warning: Cheating? PregnANCY?? Being left at the aLTAR?? aNGST? idk ah (also this says fem!reader bc well uh pregnancy but there’s no prounouns so!)

Summary: Wedding Days are supposed to be special. So why wasn’t yours?

Requested by anonymous

i delved from the ask a little bc this woulda been kinda long (it still iS) otherwise bUt it’s hERE

You loved him. Your relationship had never been the easiest, what with FP dealing with the serpents and all, but you loved him.

You were at your place, washing a few used dishes as you occasionally watched the gleam of the ring on your finger. Maybe it was cheesy to be so happy but you weren’t going to let that stop you as you began to dry the dishes. You were supposed to meet FP at Pop’s in a little over an hour for an announcement of yours.

Maybe you were a little worried about telling him of the bun in your oven, but he had a right to know and if he did love you, like you assumed, then there shouldn’t be a problem. Perhaps too eager, you left your place.

You decided going to Pop’s and having a shake or two until FP arrived wouldn’t be too much of a bad idea. You didn’t go to Pop’s too often but Jughead, FP’s son who you were certainly fond of, raved about it enough that you started to go more.

The drive wasn’t long as you hopped out of your car and started towards the entrance. As you pulled the door open, you peered inside the diner for a moment. It wasn’t that busy but it wasn’t empty either. You scanned for a moment before you spotted FP already inside.

You didn’t mind him being here early but you did mind the woman sat across from him. You knew her well. Alice Cooper, an old flame of FP’s so to speak. You weren’t the jealous type but the way they sat at that booth together was far too much for your heart.

It reminded you of your first date with the Serpent and you couldn’t help but swallow the lump in your throat as you turned on your heels and left as fast as you could. No one had seen you that mattered so it was like you were never there, like you hadn’t seen anything.

You had a week until the wedding and you were hoping your heart could survive until then.

——————————

Maybe you had overreacted but you had chose not to speak to FP for the entirety of the week. You were chewing over talking to him about what you had seen but you couldn’t do it. Hell, even now as you stood in the church, in your wedding garments, you were still anxious.

Jughead, though confused as to why, had taken the liberty of telling his dad that you were just superstitious and wanted to keep yourself as far from him as possible until the wedding. He even told him that you had forgotten about the announcement you were going to make.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” You spun around to see Toni Topaz watching you with a smile of adoration. She was one of the few Serpents you were close with, and she was close to Jughead, so maybe that’s why you chose to have her here with you.

“She’s right,” Betty agreed, mimicking the same smile. Even if the thought of Alice only brought pain to your heart, Betty was Jughead’s girlfriend and you loved having her around as well.

“Thank you both,” you sighed, forcing a smile. You realized they were both trying to keep you calm while everyone eagerly awaited FP’s arrival. Archie, perhaps not the best choice for the wedding party, had already accidentally revealed that FP was late. You specifically remembered his girlfriend, Veronica, casting him a glare and a slap on the arm for telling you that. “Where’s Jughead?”

“Here,” Jughead responded, promptly entering the room where you were all gathered. The girls quickly excused themselves to leave you and Jughead to talk.

“He’s running late,” you sighed, casting a glance toward your overwrought frame in the mirror. You then turned toward Jughead in his suit, the usual beanie still on his head. “Really, the beanie?”

“It’s a part of me,” Jughead scoffed, a playful smile on his face. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he did enjoy you being around. You made FP happy and what more could Jughead want? “Can I ask why you haven’t talked to my dad for a week?”

“I may have seen him with someone and I was just more worried-“ Before you could finish, the door squeaked open and Betty peeked her head in. She gave Jughead a sorrowful head shake and you certainly knew what that meant.

In a single instant, you were on your feet and running for the church doors as tears streamed down your face. You had a right to be sad and you were. Not only had you seen him with the woman he certainly never stopped loving, but you were stood up on the day that was supposed to be the most special of all days for you.

——————————

It’d been three months or so. You chose to avoid FP at all costs and it seemed he wasn’t intent on seeing you either. As mad as you wanted to be, you could only be so mad because in some way, you still loved him.

And you hated it. You hated it with just about every fiber of your being. You wanted to curse him and move on but on some nights, you would just sit in your place and the tears would flow. You could never stop them and you just wished for it all to stop.

For the hurt to go away.

Jughead was caught in the middle. He had been so mad at his dad that day and when a month later you had told him about your pregnancy, he had gotten madder. He loved his dad, he did, but he also loved you both together and this entire thing was hell for him.

But you made him swear not to tell FP. You wanted to do that. At least, you wanted to when you were ready to face him. You still couldn’t do it and until then you were going to live your life.

You went to the doctor, but it wasn’t a routine checkup. You were going to find out the sex of the baby and you were ecstatic about it. Part of you thought about keeping it a secret but you couldn’t wait to find out.

Only, when you walked into the clinic you wanted nothing more than to leave. “Y/N, wait!” FP called when you had already begun to turn on your heels.

“What?” You snapped back, glad the clinic was empty except for the receptionist who quickly went to check some files.

“You weren’t going to tell me?”

“Like you deserve to know,” you scoffed, glaring into his eyes. “And for your information, I was planning to.” You pushed past him and went up to the receptionist, ready to check in.

The receptionist pointed out the door for you to go into and you gave FP one last glance. You began down the hallway. “Wait.” You froze at the sound of his voice. “Just...let me come with you.”

Perhaps you were too soft, or perhaps it was the love you still held for him, but your gaze wasn’t as hardened as you gave him a nod and continued down the hallway.

“I wasn’t with Alice,” FP announced the moment you stepped into the empty room. You simply continued forward and sat down, waiting for the doctor’s arrival. “Y/N?”

“I heard you,” you bit back. “That doesn’t excuse the fact you left me at the altar.” You crossed your arms over your chest, before setting a hand on your bare stomach. This ultrasound was supposed to be exciting but now you just wanted it to be over. “I don’t even get why you’re here.”

“Jughead told me the appointment was today.”

“Of course he did,” you sighed, not surprised that Jughead had cracked and told his father. Perhaps he hoped it would fix everything, this moment, but you felt that was just a little bit too wrong.

“I,” FP began, seeming to struggle with his own words, “thought you deserved better. Than me.”

You cast him a cold glare that had a deep sorrow to it. “I loved you.” FP glanced down toward the floor tiles. “I still do,” you muttered under your breath, earning another glance from FP.

It was then that the doctor entered. The tension was definitely high in the room but you were just eager to get it over with. “Hello,” the doctor greeted cheerfully, not sensing the atmosphere. “Are you the father?” FP didn’t respond, and neither did you. “Right, okay! Let’s get to it.”

The gel was applied to your stomach as you continued to avoid FP’s stare. Then, in an instant, your anger and sadness had washed away at the sight of the baby on the ultrasound screen. Maybe you couldn’t fully make out the baby but it was there nonetheless and you knew it.

“Congratulations,” the doctor began, looking toward you both, “it’s a boy.” You let out a soft laugh, letting that wash over you. You had no guesses about what it was going to be, but you certainly couldn’t be happier.

You glanced toward FP, noticing the tears brimming his eyes. As the doctor began to clean up and leave, you chuckled lightly, “The Great FP crying? Who would’ve thought?” FP playfully rolled his eyes at you as he seemed to stumble for words. “We’re not naming him Forsythe Pendleton Jones IV.”

“We’re?” FP asked with a soft laugh of both amusement and disbelief.

“Yes, we’re,” you repeated, sending him a slight smile. “I’m still mad at you and we definitely have problems to work out, but I do love you and this is your baby. I’m not doing this alone, I’ll have you know.” FP couldn’t help the smile on his face before he crashed his lips against yours.

You both certainly had a lot of work to do, but one thing was for certain.

You loved him.

some of y'all didnt grow up as the person nobody has a crush on and it really shows

WHY DO I LOVE PETER PARKER SO FUCKING MUCH

Congrats on the 100 followers. Harry Potter ship please? Tall intj female with layered brown hair and black eyes. I love writing and working on technology. I may seem cold and brutal but once I get to know someone, I end up becoming a chill person that loves to make some twisted jokes. Thanks!

—I ship you with Harry Potter!

debated between him, muraders era sirius and then like cho for a long while? but here we are!

you can easily handle dating harry okay. the whole prophecy, voldemort thing, doesn’t faze you much. you’re too tough for that okay. 

you didn’t get the whole harry potter hype at first? like yeah he’s cool? but then you gOt it because this boy literally just throws himself into danger and you’re like, yeah okay same. 

it took awhile for you and harry to even become friends but he’s fun! plus he has no sense of danger and he’s kind of just oblivious to everything. so he’s fun to be around, who would blame you for liking him???

no one is gonna hurt him while you’re around and no one is gonna hurt you while he’s around. is that a powercouple? yes because you’re gonna kill voldemort yourself if you have to. no prophecy is gonna stop.

after the whole battle though, you and harry get to chill and just drink butterbeer without consequence and it’s so supremely chill. harry loves his badass girlfriend and you love you’re slightly moronic heroic boyfriend.

HEY

made an account for my ocs if any of you are interested in checking it out!

currently only has a oneshot on it rn, but i’ll add more!

@lockwells

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.”