Y/n is a the last recruit left on base, becoming a part of the 141 team temporarily until they transfer out. It's been two years since and y/n has managed to make the base feel like home. Soap and Gaz have become the annoying big brothers they always wanted when they were younger. Price has unknowingly taken on a father role, constantly texting y/n "Have you eaten yet," or "Text me when you make it back to base, or I'll send one of the boys to check on you." She didn't mind though. Y/n has never had a place that felt like home before and this was the closest they've come to it, even if it's temporary, even if she's temporary. But there's one person that she can't seem to get along with. Constantly fighting him no matter what punishment he dishes out in retaliation. Maybe a sick part of her liked his punishments, or maybe she liked pushing him to his limits. A man, who time and time again gets her kicked off missions because "She's not ready" according to his standards. Y/n was tired of it and this would be the last time he gets her kicked off a mission, she'd make sure of it. Everything was going to change... and it did the moment she step foot into that ballroom prepared to flirt with the enemy, while wearing a dress Ghost wanted to rip off of her.

A game of flirting and lots of teasing with your gorgeous and older neighbor, Dean Winchester, leads to feelings being revealed and passionate moments to follow.

~"...Chuck put everything in those books, and by everything, I mean everything!" Dean brought his eyes back level with yours and you felt your breath hitch in your throat as you stared into them, your lips practically brushing his and adding to the need you were already feeling for him. "He even wrote about me getting some action...and by action I don't mean Sammy and I almost becoming some vampire's dinner..." You swallowed as his eyes shifted on your lips for a second, before he forced them back up to yours. "...I'm talking about me; naked, sweaty, hot and bothered and getting some, (Y/n)" You tried to keep eye contact as he spoke, feeling your cheeks turn beet red, "I-I k-know..."~ Summary: The Reader keeps reading the "Supernatural" books even after Dean asks her to stop, so he tells her that he wants to read about her as well. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of the Supernatural characters. Plus, I found the picture on the Internet and then edited it. Credits to whoever took this awesome pic.

Lyrica Hale, the wife of Derek Hale, teaches Musical History at Beacon Hills High School. She's a werewolf, bitten and turned at the age of 14. The day she was turned, a mark appeared on the base of her neck, replacing the nasty bite. She had no clue what it was, a confusing black triskele with a bunch of letters around it. She tried to ignore it, until she met Derek and Laura Hale when she was 16, and everything fell into place. Lyrica and Derek move from their happy home in Ohio back to the place that brought Derek so much pain, when his older sister, Laura, calls for help. Lyrica and Derek were never used to being around a lot of people. So, understandably, they're a little overwhelmed when so many teenagers begin relying on them. //Hello! If you're reading this, I assume you have already read Mama Hale, the original draft of this story. If so, welcome to a MUCH better version of the story you all love. If you haven't read the story, that's okay! This one is more or less the same, just fixed up and written better. The sequel, The Mother of Beacon Hills, will still match up with this version of Mama Hale. This story WILL follow the Teen Wolf T.V. show. Enjoy!//

New Chapter once or twice a week. Ellie had been living in Beacon Hills her entire life, graduating school at age 16 and getting her nursing degree. She ends up being the main caregiver to Peter Hale, a catatonic man whose family was killed in a tragic fire. She never expected to grow close to the man. She also never expected to fall for his brooding nephew. She gains family, friends, and even a... Mate? ~~~~~~ Good Peter Hale. Pack feels and family fic. Chapters marked with * * contain smut.

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