#imagines x reader

stiles stilinski x reader, kissing stiles and the lipstick of yours transfers to his, laughing when doesn’t notice it.

c/w: kissing, fluff

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You’re kissing Stiles, well aware of the lipstick on your lips being transferred to his.

You snicker at every peck—lipstick reddening his lips. Stiles was too into the makeout to realize your ever so often giggling. Until now, where he’s about to faint from being so flustered. He parts his lips from yours, leaning back on his elbows.

You snicker once again, the lipstick shade matching his flushed cheeks. He raises a brow, confused.

“What?” He asks.

You take your phone out of your pocket, showing him his reflection.

“Oh.. my god.” He says, attempting to wipe the color off—but instead smearing it.

You laugh, trying to compose yourself to help him out. You lift your thumb to his lips, cleaning up any color that’s out of his lip line.

“Much better,” you respond.

Stiles puckers his lips, looking into the camera.

You snicker once again—“Do you feel.. Bonita?”

Stiles’ eyes quickly look to you, playful disappointment on his face.

You lose your composure, busting out laughing.

Stiles smiles, laughing with you.

“Yes, I feel very Bonita. Thank you.”

He kisses your cheek, planting a stain, and chuckles.

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Obi-Wan was not one to let his emotions get the best of him. He was a Jedi, and Jedis did not let emotions interfere with their lives. So when your arms wrapped around him, after you found a house on Tatooine, he stopped breathing. Water was leaking from his eyes, and he couldn't do anything to stop them. 

And you, small, little you, who, like him, had lost your friends, mentors and your padawan. Who, like him, felt the death of so many Jedi. Small, little you that he had found cradling against your chest the death-frozen body of you much smaller padawan. It was you that was holding him in a recomforting caress, grounding him to the night. "Everything will be fine..." You whispered in his ear. 

He can remember that you did the same to Ani, long ago, when his master passed away. Only, now Ani his grown, and he's dead. He remembers that like tonight, tears were soaking his cheeks when he walked back to his chamber. Only to be met with you. With your embrace. 

His heart sinks. It's not fair. That he has to go through this again. It's not fair that you had to fight all of your friends to death and then mourn the eleven-year-old you were training. It's not fair that everyone he knows is dead now.

"You're right, it's not fair. But it's life. And Jedi does not matter about those emotions. Obi-Wan." You breathe in the nape of his neck, making his skin crawl in a delicious shiver. Oh, the nights he dreamed of having you that close against him one more time. And now that he has, it's when everybody dies. 

"Stay with me," he plaids. "Let's start over, build a family." He tries convincing himself that since everyone is dead, what he does, what he feels doesn't matter anymore. And his lips find you. 

They move back against his, and Obi-Wan feels like a fire erupting from his heart, and he can swear that he doesn't feel his face anymore. He can see your shadow in the darkness of the small house he built from scraps coming from the ship. Even in the dark, you're beautiful. For a moment, Obi-Wan stops and think about Anakin, was it how he felt about her? Padme. 

You hum and get him out of his dream-like state. "It's not what Jedi would do…" You start, but he kisses you again. 

"A Jedi would not kiss you like that. That Obi-Wan died with the rest of them." He takes your hand in his. "I felt you too, dying. I was so scared."

"Scared of what?" You ask, he nearly misses it, it's like you're scared to know the answer. 

"That you wouldn't be there anymore." He responds. 

This time it's you who kisses him. He's too happy not to respond. Stars, he could live the rest of his day just kissing your lips. They're so soft and hot and so perfect against his. 

"Let's talk about this tomorrow when we'll be rested." You say after a while, breath somewhat ragging. Obi-Wan smiles but agrees. 

jasper and i hugged we pull back i look at him and smile “come. let’s sit down we have a lot of important things to talk about...” i say while taking his hand leading him in my room. once we’re up the stairs and i open my door - “cool room. haven’t changed a bit” jasper said sarcastically referring to them leaving me behind “so yeah... about that actually....” we talked about why and how they left

him saying basically they had to leave me behind to protect me from the volturi....

“ i have missed you so much this past year.. y/n it’s unbelievable. you were my best friend and i feel like you still are” jasper said getting all sentimental “ oh my god, don’t even.. i missed you so much too” i say while sitting on the bed with him hugging him again. “would you like to go on a walk and get out of this house?” jasper asked. we went out to the city to walk around a bit “there’s a bookstore to the right” jasper mentions because he knows how much i love to read, we head inside of this old bookstore and look around a bit. i didn’t find anything that i like so, we decide to leave “but.. thankyou!” i said while stepping outside because the lady wanted to help me to find a book but they didn’t have any in stock that day, i bump into someone and it’s bella... “oh, i’m sorry” i apologize. “it’s fine... oh hi jasper” bella said with a low voice “ hey bella.” jasper kept it short. “hey y/n! how are you? what are you guys doing here, i didn’t know you guys we’re friends?!” jessica comments as usual “oh jessica hi! i didn’t see you there. yeah.. jasper and i are old friends actually” i comment back “yes we are.” jasper adds as he reached down to hold my hand “play along... let’s confuse them.” jasper thinks to me. you could see bella’s and jessica’s questionable faces “well we have to go.. but it was nice seeing you guys. have a good night” i say while walking away with jasper hand in hand. we giggle as we walk away knowing the drama and the mess we just created.

on our way back to my house something felt a bit strange... “do you think he told her yet?” i question referring to bella and edward. “why don’t you call and ask?” jasper states the obvious “oh right yes of course”

i call edward but there’s no response from him so we decide to go back to the cullens because i can also “drop jasper off”. we get to the cullens and jasper invites me in “ finally!” alice comes happy giving jasper a big kiss and gives me a big hug “do you know where edward is?” i question “no..i haven’t seen him since school” alice said and looks worried. “y/n!! come here” rosalie calls me in to the kitchen because she could hear that i was there. i go in there and i see her making food for me “i’m making your favorite” rosalie said while looking at me with her big red eyes,she usually have contacts in but since she’s at home she took them out.

rosalie made me some food i ate while she watched me and talked about how she misses eating “human food” as she always said. “hey..um. do you know where edward is?” i asked like, 5 times already but no one knows... hmmm that’s so strange I think to myself. so i decide to leave because it was getting late and there’s school the next day.

i get into my room after taking a hot shower and yet there’s no response from him, no texts, no emails (the old fashioned way) nothing. NOTHING AT ALL! okay now i’m worried. i guess i have to wait the next day for school, let’s hope he shows up. but ... maybe he changed his mind? maybe he doesn’t want me anymore? maybe i’m not good enough for him and he chose bella?

i drive to school the next day and i see him in class right there talking to bella, acting like nothing happened between us 2 days ago when he asked me to be with him and live with him. i feel really hurt by that so i start talking to him. i start getting in his head saying stuff like;

“i want to live with you? was that all a lie”

“i love you”

“This is OUR house”

“EDWARD you lied to me... and you’re acting like you left.. again!” I think to him getting in his head. I look at him and stare into his eyes while I try to get in his head again, but he thinks “I’m sorry. Can we talk after school?” “NO.” i think in my head as in a low hurtful voice, And then I lock my head so he can’t get into mine and he won’t be able to read my thoughts. we sit in the cafeteria with my little gang “ugh god i can’t wait until this day is over” i say out loud because i can’t stand edward and i being in the same space with each other. “y/n? is something wrong?” mike questions “omg mike if there wasn’t then why would she say that?” jessica comments “whatever.” i reply as i get up and leave the cafeteria. i go outside to check my phone to call a good old friend of mine as the phone rings and he answered i say in a slow voice “jacob. black.” “y/n. salvatore.” i get his response back “so what’s up? what do you want? do you have a cool prank you want to do...”

jacob and i knew each other since we have been little kids. we’re best friends, we prank people, we break the rules when we’re together. we’re just happy to fool around and we enjoy it.

“i need you. pleaseeee wolfieee. mwah!” i end the conversation on that note , fortunately for me edward walks out as i say that line. he looks at me weird but almost jealous “wolfie? who the hell is that” he thinks to himself as he walks away with bella. the thing is, i want to make edward jealous with my good old friend, jacob. i’m willing to do anything to hurt him because of the way as bad as he hurt me. fooling me again.

the next day comes... a new student is coming to school jacob black.

jacob drives to school in his fancy new car and i’m in the passenger seat. we talk about how edward and everyone else is going to freak out when we show up together. jacob is hot. and that’s a fact he’s the guy every girl wants , but he only wants one girl and that’s me. but we talked about that and we’re staying friends. we roll in to the school he parks is car and we get out , we walk next to each other and he holds my hand “it’s for the show, look at your blood sucker. he’s even more pale” he thinks and i giggle. oh, i can also manage to lock jacobs head from edward so he can’t read our minds, i’m so evil. we walk past edward and all he is thinking is “i’m going to kill him.”

c/w: heavy yearning, fluff, bellamy blake x fem!reader

If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it - shakespeare

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The first time he sees you after the drop, you’re covered in soot and blood—not yours, he hopes—and barking orders at people twice your size.

Bellamy doesn’t know it yet, but he’s already ruined.

You challenge him. Every damn day. You call him out when no one else dares to. You see through him, through all the walls and bark and armor he throws up around himself, and it infuriates him. It scares him. It draws him in like nothing else ever has.

You don’t belong in this place, not really. Not in the dirt and the war and the hunger. You talk about the sky like it’s poetry and hold dying kids like it doesn’t break you inside. And he knows—he knows—he’s the wrong kind of person for someone like you.

But that doesn’t stop him from looking at your mouth when you talk. From dreaming about your voice. From thinking about what your skin would feel like under his hands, what your laugh would sound like if you weren’t constantly worried someone was going to die that day.

It’s late when it happens.

The fire’s dying down—the others are asleep, and you’re standing just outside the camp with your arms crossed, watching the trees like you’re waiting for something. For someone.

“You know it’s not safe out here alone,” he says, coming up beside you.

You don’t look at him. “Since when do you care if I’m safe?”

He flinches, just slightly. “Always have.”

You glance at him then, eyebrows raised like you don’t believe him. Like you’re used to him pushing and pulling, throwing barbed comments, and then bleeding behind closed doors.

“Then why do you act like you hate me half the time?” you ask, voice low.

He exhales through his nose. Looks down. “Because I do.”

That makes you blink.

Bellamy lifts his eyes to yours again. There’s something raw in his expression. Unfiltered. Wrecked. “I hate how you make me feel—I hate that I want you when I’ve got blood on my hands—That I think about kissing you when I should be thinking about how to keep you alive.”

You stare at him, breathing shallowly.

He takes a step closer.

“If I were to kiss you,” he says, voice quiet and rough, “then go to hell for it, I would.”

You swallow hard.

“I’d go gladly,” he adds, eyes locked on yours. “So I could sit there with the devils and brag that I saw heaven… without ever entering it.”

You don’t say anything. You can’t. Not with the way his words split you open.

You stammer, trying to brew up a response. This was—unexpected, but in the best way possible. For someone to say that they’d love you to the ends of the Earth, and beyond heaven or hell,

Who wouldn’t wish they had that? Such a love that was soft and surprising, not loud—but enough for people to hear.

This was Bellamy Blake.

A man you’ve been tied to since you landed here. Someone who may seem strict, or rude to others, but looking past the quick responses and orders, lay someone with care in their heart.

Bellamy Blake, who would rather yell at people for their safety—than take a risk that could kill them. Someone who genuinely cared for the lives of his people.

You inhale sharply, reminding yourself to breathe.

You exhale a laugh of relief, dropping your head down to rest on his chest.

He goes to speak—but you interrupt

“You—you don’t need to say anything else. You’ve already won me over, Blake.” “Just, give me a second.”

The late-night ‘high’ sending a confession through. You and him were alone together, suffocated by the overwhelming realization of confession. Of love. A peaceful and quiet night despite the ruckus that occurs every day.

You sigh, looking up at him.

“Well? Aren’t you gonna kiss me already?” You smirk.

“Yes, ma'am.”

Smiling into the kiss, he grabs you, pulling you in.

bellamy blake x fem!reader

summary: you’re dating bellamy. he’s helping you get ready for a clan meeting in polis.

cw: overprotectiveness, fluff, no smut

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as bellamy is helping you get ready, you ask if he likes your dress. after all, this clan meeting is very crucial and having the wrong first impression could be unavailing.

you exhale in contentment.

“how do i look?” you say, turning towards him.

he stands up from the chair he’s sitting in and walks towards you.

“you look beautiful, princess.”

you smile.

he bends down in front of you, slipping your heels on your feet.

“however," he says, looking up at you and tugging at the hem of your dress— "I wish it were longer.

you roll your eyes playfully.

“but you can wear whatever you want princess.” he says as he leans forward kissing your thigh, then standing back up.

“i can fight.”

wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you chuckle.

“you sure?” you say sarcastically.

he makes a snarky remark, before leaning in to kiss you.

bellamy x fem!reader

summary: reader gets into a fight, bellamy helps to take care of her

warnings: blood, small amount of angst, fluff, kissing, no smut.

(this was a collaborative, co-written fic with my pook @lov3lyl3tters ღ)

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You hiss under your breath as you dab a damp cloth against the cut on your cheek, the sting sharp enough to make you mutter a curse. The makeshift tent around you offers little comfort—just a flimsy barrier against the chaos of camp outside. The fight had been… stupid. Some girl had decided she didn’t like your tone, and fists had flown before either of you could think better of it. You weren’t even sure who won, but judging by the throbbing ache in your ribs and the bruise forming on your jaw, you didn’t come out unscathed.

“You look like hell.”

The deep, familiar voice makes you groan before you even look up. Bellamy Blake is standing at the entrance of your tent, arms crossed, head tilted just enough to make it clear he’s been watching for a second.

“Thanks, Bell. That’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.”

He steps inside, ignoring the bite in your tone as he crouches down in front of you. His gaze flickers over your face, assessing, calculating. It’s not the first time you’ve been in a fight—hell, it’s not even the first time he’s found you in this exact situation. But there’s something different about the way he looks at you now, something softer than the usual expression.

“Here,” he says, pulling a damp cloth from his belt. “You’re doing a crap job. Let me.”

You hesitate, but before you can argue, he’s already reaching for your face. His touch is surprisingly gentle, fingers brushing against your skin as he wipes away the dried blood near your temple. The warmth of his hand lingers, a stark contrast to the cold air sneaking through the tent’s flimsy walls.

“You should see the other girl,” you mumble, watching his face.

Bellamy chuckles, shaking his head. “I did. She looks better than you.”

“Ouch.” You place a dramatic hand over your heart. “That’s not very leaderly of you, Blake.”

“Leaderly isn’t a word.”

“It is if I say it is, grammar police.”

Bellamy scoffs, a slight smirk on his face.

Despite the bickering, Bellamy continued to be gentle—patching up the gash on your face.

The air was silent, the tension increasing when Bellamy made eye contact with you. A stare that lasted a little too long for the both of you. Bellamy quickly broke the silence when clearing his throat.

“Okay. You’re all patched up.” He says, stepping back and discarding the gauze.

Avoiding eye contact, you respond. “Thanks.”

You can feel Bellamy’s gaze lingering on you, the awkward tension in the air increasing once again.

You look up at him, gaze not falling. Neither of you speaks—the air engulfed in stillness.

He steps closer, movements careful—gentle, like you’re something fragile.

He smooths his fingers over your temple, brushing hair out of your face. He’s close enough that you could feel the warmth of your breath reflecting off him.

Your lips part slightly—looking down at Bellamy’s. Looking into his eyes, they're filled softly with yearning.

“Bellamy..” you whisper.

Placing his hands in your hair, Bellamy leans in, closing the space between your lips.

A moment of silence that confessed everything. A moment that told the untold. The confession of glances that were too long, or the stubbornness that was really care.

You part lips, foreheads resting on each other. The flush of cheeks and pants of breath overwhelmed the atmosphere in the tent.

“Try not to get in any more fights, yeah?” Bellamy smirked.

You scoff, a smile on your face. “I got in a fight and it led to this, why wouldn’t I do it again?” You smirk, leaning your head back to look at him.

cw: pure fluff

stiles stilinski x reader

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You wake up, the sun glaring through the windows.

The sheets were warm with sleep, clinging to your skin like a second embrace.

Beside you, the bed dipped where Stiles lay, propped on one elbow, his fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes into your shoulder.

His thumb would graze your temple, slow and reverent, like tracing the edge of a prayer.

A soft dawn light would radiate off his skin, and his eyes—honey brown.

"Morning" he smiles.

You could hear the birds, sure—but also the faint creak of the bedframe as he shifted closer, the sound of his breathing syncing with yours.

It was soft. Real. Radiant. Like something out of a movie—except it was yours. Stiles saw all the beauty in you, and you loved him for every bit of it, and more.

You’d had mornings where waking meant panic. Rushing, Silence. But this—this was stillness wrapped in honey.

The way his tone always had a gentleness to it, the way moles and freckles scattered along his skin—and the way his eyes twinkled. His love, almost intoxicating.

"I’ll make breakfast," you say, asking if he wants anything special.

Sitting up with you and lifting your hand to his lips, he'd kiss your hand.

“Could I help make it?”

You muttered a soft curse under your breath, too overwhelmed by how gentle he was with you. Your finger twitched against the sheet, as if unsure whether to hold him or hide, amid his apparent perfection.

"No. Let me do this for you." You'd quietly laugh, only to cover your incomposure.

He fakes offense when you refuse.

You'd get out of bed—ever so slightly too fast, a brief showing of the vulnerability you were attempting to hide.

In a moment of assurance, you'd turn back around, placing a kiss on his cheek before scurrying off.

a/n: i would like to thank @lov3lyl3tters for helping/collabing updating this old fic! be sure to go read her debates and fics :)