''guys getting shot up''


[Finally we meet again…]
“Alicia, have we met before? You look really familiar to me! I feel like we’ve known each other… like… 100 years ago?”
“I don’t know, have we?”
“The zombies must have eaten my brain, sorry…Your name again? Alicia?”
“Alicia…Cl-… Clark”
“You can’t even remember your own name? Tell me you’re not a zombie, hahaha…”
Fix: Zombies -> Walkers, I messed up, too much TWD

Can we just take a moment to clap for Jyou Kido please?

This guy thinks about all of his friends and cares about wanting to make sure they all get some food and rest and a decent and safe place to sleep. Then without a second thought he dive bombs a guy because Kido has no sense of self preservation, not when someone is messing with his kids. And the way he catches Sora, damn girl, forget about Yamato and Taichi, Jyou’s the one every girl and Takeru should be chasing.

a good ass birthday ft. jungkook

contains ; smut, a lil mafia feel, that’s it

it was just another day. you had just gotten off from work and was on your way home, tapping your fingertips on the steering wheel along to music that played on the radio. you always had a nice drive home since you got off late at night and there was barely ever people on the roads.

you texted your boyfriend of 6 months, jungkook, to let him know that you were on your way home and to see if he was there. you knew that he probably wasn’t because he always came late.

when you started your job, he was against it. he was didn’t like how late you got off either. he told you that you wouldn’t need a job and that he would take care of you. you knew that he was fully capable of taking care of you and supplying you with everything you needed and wanted but you wanted to have some type of independence.

he had all of the money in the world and he would never say that he was broke. that word wasn’t in his vocabulary unless he was talking about bones. if you wanted something, expensive or not, you got it.

once you pulled into the parking lot of your home, you quickly grabbed your things, got out of your car and made your way into the apartment complex. luckily, you got to take the elevator alone.

while on your way up, you checked your phone in hopes of seeing a text from jungkook , but you saw nothing. that same feeling of worry that always invaded your stomach at these times were making it’s return. you hated it.

you stepped out of the elevator and slowly walked to your door, basically dragging yourself now. your mind was clouded with thoughts but only one really had you thinking ; is he cheating on me?

you stopped at your door and put your things down beside you, grabbing your keys from one of your pants loops. while in the process of unlocking your door, you heard the sound of the elevator doors open. you squinted your eyes as you saw someone limping towards you.

“y/n. help..me.”

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Miyazaki Films

1. Dragon kid finds a recent orphan and doesn’t tell her he’s actually a river who steals (and probably murders) for his boss who has a gay twin. The orphan girl’s parents are literally pigs but she saves everyone by growing some balls, walking into hell, and coming out with a new hairband and a new grandma. 

2.  Some dumbass fucks with a powerful being and is cursed to die painfully but instead of help him and replenish their dying breed his family kicks him out. He tries to be a hero but is torn between three assholes who would rather die than compromise. He falls for a knife wielding maniac and they carry around a gods head to prevent one of the assholes from having it until the god takes it back.

3.  Midget girl and her folks are afraid of a cat. She is saved by an invalid who falls for her.

4.  A kids dad died in a hurricane and now he’s determined to do the same. A girl falls from the sky and he thinks it’s a good idea to get tangled up with her even as he keeps getting shot at. Pirates end up being the good guys in comparison to the goddamn government who want to kill the girl and take her necklace. They all end up on a floating island which technically belongs to the girl and the head of the government whose apparently a king by blood. They blow up the floating island so he can’t have it.

5.  Children hallucinate a creature and vanish periodically trying to find it. Their lax father thinks he’s crazy. He’s right.

6.  A young foster child hallucinates meeting her grandmother as a child in the harbor town where she grew up. She learns that she’s being a selfish bitch by blaming her family for leaving her when in reality they all just died. Plus her foster mom loves her more than they did so twice shame on her.

7.  After being a coward during the war a man literally turns into a pig. He lives his life on a private island saving people and making money off it. When his plane gets busted up by a goddamn flying cowboy he meets a young girl who insists at being shot at while she finishes fixing his plane. She yells at pirates to make them good people again and her kiss magically turns him back into a human. He also gets a hot Italian widower as a wife.

8.  A wizard guy who honestly eats pretty girl’s hearts helps a not so pretty girl out of danger. He flies off to his walking castle but a fat witch assumes the ugly girl is with him so she curses the girl to be old. The now old lady finds his castle some goddamn way, gets inside, befriends an orphan and a fire demon, and spends a lot of time doing woman work: cleaning, cooking, laundry, and taking care of a man during his constant exenstial crises. Eventually her love for him makes her young again. Mostly. He flies off to be in a war to protect her but she protects herself and still he almost dies. They realize the fire is his heart and do a lot of stupid shit to it before putting it back in his chest. A decent prince falls for her but instead when the wizard wakes up she makes out with him. They live happily ever after with the orphan in their flying castle.

And that’s my contribution to tumblr today

Opposites. (Daryl Dixon)

Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

After being grazed by Andrea’s bad shot, Daryl was fixed up and sent into his tent to rest. When everyone had gone to finish their chores, and after I finished mine, I brought Daryl a plate of dinner. He was lying with his back to the tent entrance, his back exposed and I could see the tattoo on his skin. When he heard the fly unzip he glanced over his shoulder, aiming his crossbow at me and I motioned to the plate, putting a hand up in surrender.

“Easy now. I wasn’t the one who shot you.” Daryl put down his weapon and glanced at the plate. “Does it still hurt?” I asked as I placed his food down and sat next to him.

“Nah,” he murmured. His body shifted so he was facing me now and sitting up. “Andrea’s a real bad shot, huh?”

I couldn’t suppress the smile forming on my face. “She’ll get better with practice. You’d just better be thankful it wasn’t anyone else taking that shot.”

“Ain’t nothing worth living for anymore.” Daryl muttered as he reached for his plate. My chest stung a little at his words. “How is she?”

“Still shaken up. Who wouldn’t be after almost taking you out? What were you doing out there anyway?” I asked curiously, watching him eat with satisfaction considering I rarely saw him eat anymore ever since Sophia went missing.

Daryl chewed slowly, shrugging nonchalantly. “Got lost.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“A skilled tracker like yourself?” I teased.

This time he rolled his eyes while he cleaned his plate and after he set it back down his eyes met mine. He was smirking slightly and I raised an eyebrow questioningly. “When you thought I got shot, were you worried?”

My cheeks warmed up slightly and I pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Um,” I picked up his plate and stood up, messing with my t-shirt nervously. “Do you want anything else?”

“An answer.” Daryl persisted.

“Of course I was worried. I thought you had died. You’re a valuable member of this group. Daryl.” I said, not completely bluffing. Daryl scoffed and shook his head.

“You know that ain’t the type of answer I want.”

“Get some rest, Daryl. Let me, or anyone else, know if you need anything.” I added quickly. Daryl smirked again and nodded before I headed out. My face still felt hot as I was washing off his plate in the sink inside the Greene’s kitchen.

Daryl and I didn’t exactly get along at the beginning of everything. He was impulsive and angry while I thought things through and kept a cool head. We were polar opposites and we butted heads a lot. Lately, the banter between us had somehow become more playful, flirty even, and it concerned me. It’s not that I didn’t think Daryl wasn’t attractive, I was just scared of how things would end or what would happen to the group if we were to get involved and then break up. Now more than ever our group needed stability. I couldn’t imagine getting caught up in a relationship only for one of us to die tomorrow.

I won’t deny it hurt me a little when Daryl said there wasn’t anything worth living for anymore. I had hoped he would try to live for me, I know I would for him. What was I saying? God, the guy gets shot and all these hidden feelings decide to rise up inside me like some schoolgirl crush.

Daryl continued to seek me out after our conversation. He’d ask me to go on runs with him or join him on a search for Sophia. We talked a lot, mainly about our pasts, or at least mine. It was something normal to talk about now a days. What had been and what we had been.

“A teacher?” Daryl questioned, studying the ground. “With little kids?”

I smiled. “Yes, Daryl, with children. Eight year olds, more specifically.”

“Did you always want to be a teacher?” he asked.

“Yeah, it felt like the only thing I was good at, and I liked it.” Daryl nodded and I could tell he was thinking of more questions to ask, so I stopped him. “What about you? You haven’t told me much about your life. I know about Merle. What about Daryl?”

Daryl shrugged. “Ain’t much to know. I was just some redneck. Still am.”

“That doesn’t mean you didn’t also have a life. Like the rest of us. What did you do before this?” Daryl stayed quiet, so I pressed on. “Did you have a girlfriend?” Daryl scoffed and looked at me incredulously over his shoulder. “What? I had a boyfriend. He was a bartender.”

“What was he like?” Daryl asked. I rolled my eyes deciding he wasn’t going to answer any personal questions. No matter how hard I tried.

“Quiet. He was kind, smart, he liked little kids but he kept that hidden with the rest of his soft side. He was tall and tough, but he was gentle and he had a lot of love to give out. I felt safe with him.” I thought more about my boyfriend and felt my heart ache with longing. I missed him. Daryl gave me a sympathetic look and I shrugged. “He died heroically. Like I always thought he would. He was protecting Jacqui and I, actually.”

“I’m sorry.” Daryl said after a moment.

“You remind me of him sometimes. You’re both reserved, but you care. Even if you don’t let on as much as others.” Daryl and I stared at each other and then he smiled.

“I don’t mind being like him. He sounds like a nice guy.”

“Yeah?” I grinned.

“Yeah,” Daryl smirked a little before continuing on the track he had found. “We got the same taste in women.” My cheeks burned brightly and I smiled to myself as I followed after him. Moments like these with Daryl were more than enough until we were ready for something more serious. Something greater than ourselves.

Requested: Daryl and Reader are opposites and have a love-hate relationship in which they dislike each other at the beginning of the outbreak but soon become closer after he is thought to be shot by Andrea. Man, this was a throwback. I miss the old seasons when all my babies were alive and well. Hope you like it! Thanks for requesting! xx

anonymous asked:

Hi Ridia! Apologies if this scenario has been asked for before. What if Misaki's deadbeat dad suddenly contacts him out of nowhere and asks to meet up. Misaki takes Saruhiko along with him for emotional support!

So imagine Yata gets like a phone call from his bio dad wanting to meet up and at first he isn’t sure how to feel, part of him wants to just tell the old man to fuck off for disappearing for years and only now calling him. But on the other hand part of him is just so excited, like he’s never quite felt part of his family but here’s a missing piece – he tries to think of his stepdad as his father but part of Yata’s always whispering that of course his stepdad isn’t his real dad, he’s Minoru and Megumi’s dad and it’s different, Yata’s different. So the idea that his biological dad wants to see him and maybe have a relationship makes Yata feel like finally he’s got this family connection he was always lacking, like he’s wanted in a way he didn’t quite feel before. I’m imagining that all the initial contact was Yata’s dad not really asking for anything, just wanting to connect with his son and then slowly working up to ‘hey we should meet.’ Yata doesn’t tell his mom about all this because even though he knows his parents split on bad terms his dad’s been upfront about that and about how he’s changed and wants a relationship with his son now. Yata feels like he needs some support if he’s going to meet his dad face to face though so he asks Fushimi to come along. I think initially Fushimi would be wary of the whole idea because obviously he is not a big believer in fathers in general, but Yata’s insistent in at least hearing his dad out and he’d feel better if he had Saruhiko along. Fushimi’s chest feels tight every time he hears Yata talking about the possibility of reconnecting with his dad but even so Fushimi agrees to accompany him, figuring that if it goes bad at least Fushimi’s there as backup.

From there we have two scenarios, the happy one and the angst one. Happy scenario, Yata’s dad really has changed, is super thrilled to see his son, they talk, they cry, Yata introduces his dad to his boy best friend and even suspicious Fushimi relaxes a little and tries to not be a total asshole to Yata’s dad. Angst scenario, Yata’s dad immediately tries to ask Yata for money and poor Yata is crushed that his dad never really wanted to connect with him in the first place. Imagine maybe Yata’s dad even works for some rival gang and tried to turn Yata in as the vanguard of Homra, like there’s a bunch of guys waiting for Yata and Fushimi when they arrive and Yata’s dad is all like ‘man I got lucky that my son had such a big bounty on his head.’ Poor Yata is both pissed and devastated and of course Yata’s devastation makes Fushimi that much more pissed, like part of him is thinking that of course it turned out this way because fuck fathers but part of him is also really upset because this lowlife hurt Misaki and Fushimi is not down with that. Yata starts beating up the bad guys and maybe his dad tries to make a run for it, Fushimi stops him and pins him to the wall with knives. Fushimi’s about to take Yata’s dad down when Yata tells him to stop, Yata will handle this. Yata walks over to his dad, glowing red and fists clenched and asks what the fuck his dad thinks he was doing. Yata’s dad panics and tries to say that wait this is all a misunderstanding they forced him and he’s so proud of his boy really but it’s so clearly fake. Yata just gives this angry yell and throws a punch, hitting the wall behind his dad and making a dent. He only burns his dad a bit though, I think he’d decided scum like this isn’t even worth no blood no bone no ash and he strides away with Fushimi after him. Later Yata’s like guess you were right Saruhiko and I’m an idiot, Fushimi sighs and sits next to him, grudgingly admitting that Yata’s not that much of an idiot and anyway this is his dad’s loss, right. Yata’s like that was super unconvincing but thanks for trying Saruhiko (and then later he goes back home to see his mom and just gives her this big hug because this reminded him how much his family really does love him.)

Sometimes I look at my work and cringe at how imperfect it is, but then I remember; I created this, this was a blank page before I filled it with my very own story from my very own imagination. That’s kinda amazing.

No story is perfect. It’s okay, keep writing. I believe in you.

Good Girl CH 7: Daddy

I hate school. Always have, always will. I hate the looks I get, reminding me how different I look, I hate the stuck up rich kids that are somehow so much different from Jihyo who is just as rich as them. Sitting in my last class of the day I want to pull my hair out, the teacher’s voice is putting me to sleep and Jihyo won’t step talking and getting us in trouble. I’m lucking enough to have three of my six classes with her and lunch. Since Elf, Panda, and Owl are a year older then me I only see them in the hall, but after their first few reactions to seeing me I’m learning to avoid them. Hoseok and Namjoon are in all the same classes I have with Jihyo, something that upset Kai and Sehun who I have my other three classes with. I’m guessing Suho did that on purpose to keep the fighting to a minimum.

“Do you need a ride to your new home?” Jihyo asks as we walk down the hall, our arms linked.

I shake my head, “Nope, one of the boys will be giving me a ride home.”

She huffs, “How you managed to talk your mother into letting you move into a coed boarding house is beyond me.” I chuckle awkwardly, feeling bad for lying to my best friend but she wouldn’t react well to the truth. We walk out the front door and to the steps. “I wonder where my driver is,” Ji thinks out loud as she scans the line of similar cars. One stands out, a red Ferrari and a familiar man in the driver’s seat. He spots me and pulls out of line pulling right to the stairs; he gets out, a big grin on his child like face. He looks so good in nice black dress pants and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone, revealing a little of the amazing body I know is underneath.

Jihyo says exactly what I’m thinking, “Damn.” We shake ourselves out of our stupor, “Who do you think he is here for?” She asks me.

“Me!” I giggle gleefully as I run do the steps and jump into his arms. “Kitty oppa!”

“Hello there little one,” He laughs as he hugs me tight. I smile big as he leans away and kisses my forehead. “You are never leaving again.”

“What the hell happened that night you left me?” Jihyo yells as she stomps down the stairs. “Who the hell is this? Where did you get one?” Her anger only makes me laugh.

“One? She has twelve,” Kitty teases, resting his arm around my shoulders.

“I hate you,” She pouts at me.

“I love you too Jihyo-ya.” I give her my biggest grin.

She can’t help but smile back, “You are luck you are too cute to hate. But seriously, who is this sexy strapping man?” She pokes his chest teasingly, something Kitty does not like from the way his eyes loose all playfulness and is replaced with a glare. I grab Jihyo’s hand to keep her from doing it again, but play it off as me wanting her attention.

“This one of my new roommates at the boarding house,” I sort of lie.

“Can I move in? I would love to see the other guys you live with,” She continues to eyes him up and down, becoming the Jihyo that I don’t like, the one Kai keeps ragging on. The slut.

“Absolutely not,” Kitty deadpans, and I have to keep myself from laughing at her reaction at rejections. It’s a new thing for her, no is not something she hears very often, especially from guys. “Joo-ya is the only girl allowed in our house.”

“So no girlfriend?” She tries again.

“Get the hint Jihyo,” Kai teases as he joins us on the steps, “He doesn’t want what’s up that nasty skirt of yours’.”

“Ya!” Jihyo and I both shout as we swat at the boy.

“What did I tell you Kai? If you say one more thing about her I will cut it off,” I snap at him.

“You two know each other?” Jihyo says after my words sink in.

“Him and the others that were in the office are also my roommates,” I answer awkwardly.

“Seriously?” She grins like a maniac.

I nod.

“I’m so jealous!” She screams as she attacks me with a hug.

“That was not the reaction I was expecting,” I say my thoughts out loud. Owl, Panda, Elf and Sehun join us as well, a bit dumbstruck on the situation they just walked in on.

“I have to go but we are so talking about this tomorrow,” She beams as me as she runs away to her waiting car.

“God that girl is crazy,” I shake my stunned feelings off. “I always forget that.”

“You have a very interesting friend,” Kitty comments as he puts his arm around me again.

“Tell me about it,” I laugh.

“Hyung,” Kai says, “What are you doing here?”

Kitty looks down at me, “I came to give little one a ride home.”

“We wanted her to ride with one of us!” Sehun whines.

“You guys all have cars?” I question.

With a cocky grin Elf says, “We have motorcycles too, you wanna ride?”

I can barely contain my happiness, “That’s awesome, maybe tomorrow though.” His smile drops, “I wanna ride it Kitty’s car first.”

“That’s my girl,” Kitty grins as he opens the passenger’s door. I climb in without hesitation; Kitty quickly climbs in on the other side. I wave as he speeds down the driveway and turns on to the road. The world seems to fly by as he speeds down the road and I find myself grinning. It only takes a 15 minutes to get to the house, Kitty held my hand the whole way, though I would have preferred him having both hands on the wheel with how fast he was speeding but him holding my hand was actually better. He pulls up in the circler driveway; I get out and gawk at the beautiful house. A modern beach mansion would probably be the best way to describe it but those three words don’t do it justice.

“You act as if you’ve never seen it before,” Kitty teases.

“Well I was either drunk or having an emotional breakdown when I was in front of it so this is technically the first time I’ve seen it.”

“Let’s go inside and hang out before everyone comes home,” He takes my hand again before leading me inside. We slip off our shoes in the entry way and wander deeper into the house. Soon we are in the living room, Kitty plops down on the couch, pulling me on top of him, his hands on my hips. “There, comfortable?”

“Oppa, can’t I go change first? I have a skirt on,” I mumble shyly.

“I forgot about that,” He says as his hands slide down my hips to the curve of my butt, smoothing out my skirt as he goes. His eyes are fixed on my face, watching my reaction. I feel too embarrassed under his gaze as he hands cup my butt, making me burry my face in his chest. He lets out a warm chuckle, “I’m sorry for teasing you little one, you don’t need to hide. I’ll stop.”

“You don’t have to stop,” I mumble, not brave enough to look up at him.

“What was that? Speak up little one,” He says firmly, his hands go lower so the bare skin in between my stockings and skirt.

“I said you don’t have to stop,” I peek up to see him intensely staring down at me, lust burning in his eyes.

“What should I do then if you don’t want me to stop?” His voice is soft letting me control where this goes, though it’s only for a moment.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like this,” I mumble back.

He smiles, “I know baby, do you want Daddy to decide?”

I blink at him for a minute, “Daddy?”

“That’s me baby,” One of his hands in on the back of my neck and pulling my lips to his. He kisses me softly, not wanting to be too forceful with the kiss. When he pulls away he scans my face for anything wrong, “Is this okay baby?”

I surprise myself by nodding.

“Use your words like a big girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” He pulls me in for another kiss this time it’s a lot less innocent. His other hand slips under my skirt and squeezes my ass making my mouth open in surprise. He take the opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth, something I don’t mind as he works his against mine. The kiss gets deeper when he flips us over so he’s on top; his hand moves from my ass to the back of my knee as he positions himself in between my legs. He grinds out hips together slowly; I can’t help but moan into the kiss, shamelessly moving my hips against his.

The front door busts open and the sounds of a large group of boys heads our way. Kitty pulls away with a growl, turning to glare at the boys who appear in the doorway, dumbstruck at the sight of Kitty on top of me and my arms around his neck. I’m horrified to see not just the five from school but all eleven, getting a good shot up my skirt.

“You guys have shitty timing,” Kitty snaps. He sighs before turning back to me to whisper in my ear, “We will have to continue this another time baby, but a little tip for you, if you ever want something from one of us and we say no or if any of us start to scare you, use that word and they will be putty in your hand.” He leans away, “Okay?”

“Yes Daddy,” I say quiet enough so that the others can hear. Kitty grins before sitting down normally and pulling me into a sitting position.

He looks to the others who are still gawking in the hall, “You guys act like you’ve never seen up a ladies skirt.”

Kris is the first to snap out of his daze, his eyes narrow on me, “Sweetheart, why do you give Xiumin hyung all the attention, you’re making me jealous.” His long legs skip the steps and stride quickly over to me. He towers over me, a scowl on his handsome face.

“Sorry Dragon oppa,” I mumble looking down at my hands.

“Kris,” Luhan scolds as he comes into the living room sitting on my other side, “Don’t scare the poor thing.” He strokes my head, tucking a stay curl behind my ear. “It’s unfair that all the others have been able to play with you all day and I haven’t been able to have you to myself for five minutes.”

“What are you talking about?” Kris snaps back, “the only person that has had alone time with her is Xiumin.”

“And Suho hyung,” Sehun pipes in with an evil smirk in the older man’s direction.

“What?” The group seems to rally.

“We walked in and he was holding her in his lap,” Kai finishes.

“Oh my Suho,” Dragon, or Kris or whatever, snickers, “At school, so naughty. I’m envious.”

“I think we should get one on one time with her since she will be living here,” Luhan tries to bring focus back to me.

“Xiumin and Suho hyungs have already used their time,” Dino declares.

Kitty laughs, “Fine, I’ll just wait until tonight.”

“What happens tonight?” Luhan asks.

“You don’t think she’s sleeping with you still?” Suho scoffs.

“Damn right she is, I’m the one that got her back here, and the only one, not counting Kris, to admit that I’m attached to her. Plus, she wants to stay with me, don’t you?” Kitty looks to for help. I sink into my seat nervously as I think the question over. As if he could sense my anxiety, Dimple comes forward with an idea.

“How about she decides after the one on one time?”

The others share a look, nodding in agreement, but Suho speaks for the group, “Sounds fair.”

“So oldest to youngest?” Luhan suggests.

“No!” Kai, Sehun and Panda argue back.

“Yes!”  Puppy and Kris snap back, making the younger boys back down.

“Great, so me first,” Luhan sings as he pulls me off the couch and out the other door to another sitting room with the same wall of windows but these ones open actually open, so during the summer the room becomes a patio. It’s chllier in this room, Luhan notices me shivering and grabs a blanket from the corner before sitting me down cross-legged on the extremely comfy couch facing him. I watch as he shrugs off his suit jacket, unbutton his cufflinks and settles deep into the couch next to me, one leg rests against mine while the other is touching the ground so we face each other head on. He gives me a smile as he places his hand on my thigh over the blanket, “So, little lamb…”

I’m really stressed out about this

I just found out this guy has been selling it on 4 different posts 

and I think they operate out of china because the reviews say that it took them a month to receive the shirt which is usually because its outside of the united states 

First time at Taft point was one for the books, ended up getting a candid shot of a guy proposing to the love of his life on the edge of it all! Even ran into a bear on the way out, made it out alive and all I gotta say is I can’t wait to go back!

Alphas Will Be Alphas

I’ve become a slave to another headcanon by @usuk-omegaverse. Excuse my awkward writing, I’m going through different writing styles at the moment. I’m not pleased with this but I figured I’d post it anyway. It was an unbeta-ed quickie due to the fact that literally all their headcanons are irresistible to me;; I’m going to regret this, aren’t I…

“What’s all this about, eh?” 

Alfred smiled sheepishly, kneeling beside his lover’s armchair and nudging the bouquet in his hands toward the omega’s chest, “Does a guy need a reason to get his husband some stuff?”

Arthur’s eyebrows shot up in suspicion.

Before him on the coffee table laid a box of chocolates, a stuffed bunny and a quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream, excluding the flowers already buried in his arms. It wasn’t like the alpha to shower him with gifts out of the blue- at least not to this extent. 

Arthur was positively miffed. Was there something he was forgetting? Though he never failed to remember important events, there was no other explanation for Alfred’s cheeky behavior-

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You’ve Got To Make Him Jealous

Characters: Tony/You

Description:  Ok ok I got this could u maybe do one where the reader has likes stark for a long time but the reader thinks they have zero chance with the reader so the reader makes a plan to with whichever avenger (perhaps Loki but wut ever floats ur boat) to make Tony jealous. (requested by anon)


Can you write an imagine where the reader and Tony are like the best of friends but she likes him. They act just alike (goofy, hilarious, crazy) but she doesn’t know how to keep being his closest friend while wanting to be with him (requested by anon)  

A/N: I hope you guys don’t think I’m lazy for combining two requests, I just thought they would go well together. Enjoy! (also: language warning!) 

“Asshole!” you screamed as you ran through the Stark Tower. “Leave me alone!”

“Ah, c’mon y/n, don’t be like that!” Tony called back, laughing. “I didn’t mean any harm!”

You turned around suddenly and Tony ran into you, almost knocking you to the ground. “You sprayed me with toilet water when I was sleeping! I think I have a right to be upset,” you said, crossing your arms. You couldn’t help the smile that was sneaking onto your face, though. 

“Okay okay,” Tony nodded. He paused for a second before continuing, “You have to admit it was funny, though.”

“You’re such a dick!” you sighed, turning back around so that he wouldn’t see you smiling. 

“Um, what are the two of you doing?” Steve asked you and Tony, a confused look on his face. 

Your eyes widened and you whirled around to face Steve, not realizing that there was anyone else in the tower. “Um, it’s not what it looks like,” you mumbled, wondering what he would think of you now. 

You and Tony were standing there in the middle of the kitchen, pieces of uncooked spaghetti hanging out of your mouths. You were having a competition to see who could fit the most pieces into your mouth. 

“I’m not even going to ask,” Steve chuckled, shaking his head and walking away again. 

“Don’t worry about him, y/n,” Tony said. “He just doesn’t understand us.”

Even I don’t understand us, you thought. 

It was no secret to anyone in the Stark Tower that you had a massive crush on Tony. Well, it wasn’t a secret to anyone but Tony. He seemed to have no idea that you were completely head-over-heels for him.

Natasha suggested that you “make a move”, but since he had no idea of your feelings for him, you weren’t planning on him finding out. The problem was, though, you didn’t know how you could continue to act like you had no feelings for him. You found yourself falling more and more in love every day, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hide it. 

You decided to go to Pietro for advice (which, to be honest, might not have been the best idea). 

“You’ve got to make him jealous,” he told you. “Once he’s jealous, he’ll realize his feelings for you.”

“And how exactly should I do that?” you wondered. “It’s not like me to start dating someone out of nowhere.”

Pietro thought for a moment before smirking and replying, “No, but we know someone who would be happy to help.”

“So, you want me to pretend to be dating y/n just to make Mr. Iron-Ass jealous,” Loki summarized, raising an eyebrow. “And I will benefit from this how, exactly?”

“Um, you’ll get the pleasure of helping a friend?” you suggested, phrasing your response as a question. 

Loki chuckled at the word “friend”, but didn’t deny anything. Finally, he said, “Okay, I’ll do it.” Before you could celebrate, he added, “On one condition.”

“What is it?” you groaned, preparing yourself for the worst. 

“We have to kiss at least once in front of Tony.”

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “What?!” you gasped. “Why is that necessary?”

“Well, for two reasons. One, it’ll be funny to see Tony’s reaction. And two, I just get to kiss you,” he answered cheekily. 

“You’re dating him?!” Clint gasped, looking between you and Loki. “Are you kidding me?”

Thor was fuming in the corner of the room, glaring at you and Loki’s intertwined hands. “I don’t like this,” his deep voice grumbled. 

Nobody else said anything. You sneaked a glance at Tony, wondering how he was reacting to this. As soon as you saw him, you almost regretted what you were doing. 

His eyes were stone-cold as he glared at you and Loki. You’d never seen him this mad. Under that anger, though, there was a disappointment that you couldn’t shake from your mind. 

Loki, not paying attention to anyone else anymore, pulled you in for a kiss. It was more passionate than you were expecting, but you couldn’t really do anything about it. 

You pulled away when you heard a chair screech across the tile floor. You looked over and saw Tony scowling and walking out of the room. “I hope the two of you are happy,” he snarled, not looking at you or Loki on his way out.

That night, after most people had gone to bed, you decided to visit Tony in his lab. You knew he would be awake. As you walked, you debated over whether or not you should tell him how you felt. He was definitely mad, but you didn’t know if you should describe his attitude as jealous

Before you knew it, you found yourself at his lab. You walked in, not waiting for an invitation. “Tony?” you called out hesitantly. He was standing in the back of the room, bent over a project. “Are you okay?”

“Shouldn’t you be snuggled up to the frost giant by now?” he asked sarcastically, not answering your question. “I don’t want to keep you from him.”

You sighed, deciding that you should tell him about your plan. “Um, I have something to confess,” you started, taking a deep breath. You continued, “Loki and I aren’t actually dating.”

Tony didn’t say anything for a few moments. He was still staring down at whatever he was working on. Suddenly, he whirled around and growled, “Then what the hell was that earlier today? Some sick joke?”

You bit your lip and looked down, uncomfortable due to his strong gaze. “I-I was hoping it would make you jealous,” you mumbled, giving in. There was no way around telling the truth. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Tony asked, moving a bit closer to you. “You wanted to make me jealous?” You didn’t say anything. You were too embarrassed. “y/n, in case you haven’t noticed, every time you even talk to another guy I get jealous.”

Well, you weren’t expecting that. Your head shot up and you looked at Tony with wide eyes. “Wait, really?” you asked. “I didn’t think - I wasn’t sure if - Really?”

Tony nodded and said, “I’m always worried that you’re gonna start to like someone more than you like me.”

You started to nod in agreement before what he said hit you. “Wait, what?” you screeched. “You knew this entire time? And you didn’t say anything?”

“What?” Tony frowned as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. “I thought it was obvious that I felt the same way about you.”

His words caused you to blush, not used to all this attention. “Well, it wasn’t so obvious. Not to me, at least.”

Tony chuckled and closed the gap between the two of you. “I’ll try to make it a bit more obvious from now on, then,” he said before pressing his lips to yours. 

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*Request: you’re clay and Gemmas daughter so everyone is super protective, and you and juice have been flirting for a while, then your kidnapped and they have to rescue you, and juice gets really upset and eventually says that he loves you.*

“Mom, I’m pulling in the driveway with the groceries, can you please help me?” You said talking to Gemma. “Ugh, hey Juice. Go help Y/N!” You yelled at your mom, “No! Why can’t you ever help me? It’s not that hard.” “What the hell is going on with you today? It’s just groceries.” You rolled your eyes, “Okay mom, bye.” You ended the call and opened your car door. You were salty towards your mom because you had just got into an argument with Juice the night before. You and Juice had been doing some mild flirting here and there and even had sex 2x but of course it was on the low because Clay, Gemma, Jax, & Tara would murder you. You two couldn’t be serious so for now the arrangement was whatever happened between the two of you happened but nothing more could go on and you weren’t too happy about that. “What do you need help with.?” Juice said to you while you were grabbing some of the lighter bags. “All the heavy stuff Juan Carlos.” You said to him avoiding eye contact. He grabbed your arm. “Will you stop being that way? You know we can’t be more then what had happened already between us.” He said staring at you in the eye with a mere devastated look but you didn’t believe that he was upset over the situation as it seemed. “Please keep your hands to yourself.” You said and walked into the house.

 “You know beautiful mother of mine, it wouldn’t kill you to help me out with bringing the groceries in after you ask me to go to the store and get you some when I don’t even live here.” You said putting the cold food in the refrigerator. “You know, you got something stuck up that ass of yours ever since you started dating that rich guy.” You rolled your eyes. “Whaaat? Y/N got a rich guy to take care of her?” Juice said from around the corner. “Yup, someone to take care of her spoiled ass so Clay & I won’t have to anymore.” Gemma said. “When is your family gonna be able to meet Mr. Richy Rich? Or is he too good for your convicted felon daddy?” Clay said walking into the kitchen. “No daddy, we just aren’t that serious yet and I was dating another guy but now I’m all for Alan so you may just meet him sooner than you think.” You said avoiding eye contact with Juice. You could feel him burning a whole through your head with just his eyes. “Okay baby girl. Let that Alan kid know I want to meet him.” Clay said looking at you seriously. “Yes daddy.” You said walking to your car. Juice followed you outside. “So you gonna be with that rich guy now” He asked. “You made it clear that we weren’t and wouldn’t be anything.” With those last words you closed the door and pulled out of the drive way.


You were driving to go meet Tara for lunch when your phone rang. “Hey Tara, I’m almost there.” “We’re coming for you bitch.” A guy said to you. “Who is this?” You said nervously. “Tell your daddy to watch closely over his princess.” The man hung up after he said that. You looked in your rear view mirrors to check and see if anyone was following you every 2 minutes. That phone call scared the shit out of you but you didn’t want to tell Jax and your dad because they would put your ass on lock down and you had a big event to go to with Alan since his family were big socialites in the Los Angeles area. He knew nothing about your life, just that you were from a different part of California and you were studying psychology at USC. You didn’t plan on him finding out about your family and their business nor did you plan on your family finding out about him but Chibs, Jax, Opie, and Happy caught him walking out of my apartment on a Sunday afternoon. I had no choice but to explain to both of them but Alan is still in the dark about him because you said they were just in a biker club. You snapped out of your thoughts as you hugged Tara. “How’s your day going?” You asked her. “Stressed a little, we almost lost a 10 year old boy. He got beat up by his step dad and he’s in the ICU,” She said rubbing her temples. “What the hell. What kind of mom would allow her man to do that to her kid?” You exclaimed. 

“I don’t know but what’s going on with you and Alan?” She asked. You gladly fed into that subject because you didn’t want Tara to dwell on that fucked up situation. “well we have that benefit tonight with his parents. I’m kind of worried because what if they want to meet Mom and daddy.” You said looking worried. Tara instantly started laughing, “Well that is a sight I would love to see when they do because they aren’t what Alan’s parents would be expecting.” “Don’t I know.” You said. “You know it’s not the fact that I’m embarrassed, it’s just how they act! You know how my mom can be, especially when she feels some type of way and I’m not ready for his parents to get cussed out.” You said while Tara sat there laughing. “Come on, Gemma wouldn’t do that to you.” She said and you gave her a serious look. “Yeah, never mind. Maybe you should wait.” She said coming to her senses. “Thank you. Also, I got a weird phone call.” You said looking down. “What happened?” “Well some guy called me a bitch and that Clay should watch over his princess.” You said casually like it wasn’t a big deal. Tara stopped eating her salad, “What the hell Y/N?! Did you tell Jax or Clay? Or Gemma?!” “No! If I do then I won’t be able to go to the benefit and I have this amazing royal blue sparkly dress that Alan bought me and I will not miss out!” You said. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Do you know what it is liked to be kidnapped or ever stalked?” She said. You looked down because that all happened to her and even your mom got raped. You came to your senses, “Okay, I’ll tell Jax.” 


You were getting ready when you got a phone call from your brother. “Hello wonderful brother of mine.” You said answering the phone. “Hey, Tara said you needed to tell me something. I’ve been waiting on your call but haven’t got it so I called you.” He said. “ Yeah, I don’t want you to go crazy but today I got a really weird call from some random guy and he called me a bitch and said that Clay should keep a close eye on his princess.” You said quickly. “Why the hell are you barely telling me this?! You should be here so we can watch over you! You think I want my little sister in danger?” Jax yelled. “Listen Jax, I’ve been checking my surroundings every ten minutes and I can’t go with you guys today because I have that benefit. I promise I will come right after it’s over.” You said hoping he would agree to your deal. “You gt your ass over here now Y?N! That’s not a wait till after the big event with your rich ass boyfriend. You come now or I will show up to that benefit and drag you out.” Clay said to you. You got a text message from Alan saying that he was outside. You looked down and knew you were gonna regret what came out your mouth next. “Daddy I will see you soon. I love you.” You hung up. You put your phone on silent and walked out the door after taking one more glance at yourself. “You look beautiful.” Alan said staring at you in amazement. “Thank you.” He closed your door and drove off once he got in the car. 

The two of you were driving and you saw your phone going off, it was Juice. You ignored his call and saw that you had many missed calls from everyone and a few messages of your mom, dad, and Jax going off telling you to go to their house. Juice texted you saying, “Please answer the phone, I’m worried about you.” and “Look, you need to get over here. Fuck that guy, just please come now!” You put your phone away and looked out the window. “You okay?” Alan asked. “Of course I am.” You said smiling back. Just then, a car from behind you came to the side of Alan’s car and ran the two of you off the road. All you could remember was the car rolling to the side of the bridge. You crawled out the car window, dizzy and seeing blood on your hands. “Alan! Get up!” You said pulling Alan out the car. You felt someone pull your hair. “Didn’t I tell you that your daddy should keep a close on his princess?” You recognized his voice from the phone call. “Let her go!” Alan said struggling to get up. One of the guys in a mask shot Alan instantly. You screamed and the man who had you by your hair hit you over the head with his gun and shoved you into the truck.

Dream Guy - Part 3

Summary: Reader x Sam. Sam decides to give acting tough to become the guy of your dreams one final try… (Final part guys! Fluffiness ensues)

Triggers: None

Word Count: 4119

Y/N = Your name

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You’d been trying to read your book. Constantly distracted by the closeness of one Sam Winchester who, even though his newly discovered personality changes kind of weirded you out, looked as gorgeous as ever. The lights from the TV screen making his hazel eyes sparkle, constantly catching your eye and keeping you from absorbing any information. So when Dean came in, it came as a welcome distraction from your fight of being torn between the words on the page and the proximity of your unrequited crush.

“We have a case,” He’d started, barely glancing over the two of you before explaining what was happening. You opened your mouth to ask for details, so that you could get some research done. Or at least grab some stories off the web before you hit the road, but Sam beat you to it. The words coming out of his mouth being the last drop in your already overflowing cup of annoyance at the changes in the man you loved.

“Ok, what are we waiting for? Let’s go,” He’d said, not too bad maybe, if it hadn’t been for the fact that the words came from the ever so careful Sam. It took you a second to connect the words spoken with the careful hunter you loved. The contrast being too big for you to handle out of the blue like that.

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Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: Skye / Daisy Johnson [INFP]

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Skye is driven by a very internal system of values, whether that system lines up with the world around her or not. She places strong importance on people knowing the truth about the world around them, and has no issue with breaking the law or making enemies in pursuit of that belief—but she is open to using new information to re-shape the path she takes, as long as that path is still true to her inherent sense of right and wrong—such as wanting to join S.H.I.E.L.D. once she learns that their agenda lines up with hers. Skye is extremely sensitive to her own emotions, and to the emotions of the people around her, though she is not always forward about it. She can be expressive, but deals with stress best either on her own (such as taking time to herself to process learning the truth about her past), or through action (such as channeling her emotions into a desire to take down HYRDA—and even her own father—at all costs). She shows a lot of compassion, especially for anyone who might be victimized by circumstances out of their control, and while she has a very strong desire for personal connection and a sense of belonging, she relates the best to the rest of the team in smaller groups, or one-on-one, where she encourages the others (Coulson in particular) to tune into their own feelings.

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): When presented with new information, Skye sees possibilities in where it can lead, both good and bad, and she reads people very well. She is intrigued by Quinn’s technology and the opportunities working for him can have, but senses that he has ill intentions and turns down his job offer, though she accepts Coulson’s request to join his team because her instinct tells her he is good—even if she still has reservations on S.H.I.E.L.D. as a whole. When talking to Ward while he is in the brig, she adjusts her approach based on what she reads from his responses, and what will get her what she needs. She finds hope when she learns the truth about herself, because she sees the new directions she can go in her search. Skye feels limited whenever barriers are imposed on her, and would rather have the freedom to explore ideas as they come—something that is noticed by May, who kicks her off the bus for this reason, and Skye thrives, able to improvise and react as she sees new paths open up. She frequently offers suggestions the others on the team don’t see, because she can easily look past the immediate problem to the bigger picture, and does not get caught up in details, always moving from one possible solution to the next.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Skye connects her physical world to meaning based on her experiences. She finds comfort in the closet on the Bus because it reminds her of her van. She understands the significance a special toy can have, and uses Ace’s Hulk doll to prove to him his father is safe and that Ace can trust her. Skye also recalls information about her surroundings and uses them in tense situations, such as deploying the escape raft to block the hull breach because she remembers a safety manual she’d reluctantly read earlier. She romanticizes the idea of family because she never had one but has seen what family could be, and she remembers what the other members of the team have done and how they have responded, and is prepared for them to respond in that way again—but she holds grudges, and does not easily forgive once someone has behaved in a way that causes her or the people she cares for pain.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): Skye wants to see results. When she takes in information she wants to do something with it. She turns to hacking to find out about her past, and quickly uses her new skills to go after S.H.I.E.L.D. When the team takes in information she wants to know what the plan is to get the bad guys and save the good guys—a trait that ends up getting her shot, when she isn’t content to just gather intel on Quinn and chooses to take action instead. However, despite her skills as a hacker being reliant on understanding digital systemic organization, Skye continually questions the rules of S.H.I.E.L.D., frustrated that the team’s orders  limit them from doing what is right, and she struggles with Ward’s rigidity while he is her S.O.

Wedding Photoshoot (C.H.)

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Today was your best friend’s pre wedding photoshoot that she insisted on having. It was something that she always imagined herself doing ever since she was a little girl when she witnessed a wedding photoshoot out in a beautiful park somewhere in Brighton. However, she didn’t want it to be just her and her fiancé. She had her whole entourage come as well for some photos.
She chose this little cottage where she was able to take pictures outside in the garden as well as inside in a well furnished living room.
Now, obviously being her best friend, she wanted you to be her maid of honor - which of course you gladly accepted - however, she knew how much you hated having your photo taken unless it was absolutely necessary. So when she told you about her pre wedding photoshoot, you ended up slapping her head because you thought that you’d only have to do one session of photos which would be during the actual wedding. According to her, she didn’t want to spend too much time taking photos on her wedding night.
Oh, did you forget to mention who her fiancé is?
Michael Clifford.
Yes, as in the Michael Clifford from the band 5 Seconds of Summer.
You hadn’t had a clue how it ended up being Michael to be the first one to get married. You had your money placed on Ashton, but to each their own right?
Now, guess who the best man is and would be your partner for the entire night?
Calum, motherfucking, Hood.
It’s not like you had anything against him, it was the exact opposite actually.
From what you could tell as a fan, he had this totally soft, cuddly, teddy bear side to him that you couldn’t help but want to snuggle up next to him, but he also had this dark, bad boy side that gave you this certain vibe.
Anyway, your past few encounters with Calum had been good ones, and yet a little bit awkward, but good nevertheless.
You couldn’t help but find him extremely attractive with his new undercut and blonde bits in his hair that he had gotten done for the wedding as well as more tattoos on his left arm.
As of right now, all of the girls were getting their hair and makeup done as the guys were getting some shots done outside.
You best friend walked up behind you as you sat in a chair in front of a mirror while a stylist curled your hair. “Thanks for doing this, Y/N.”
You gave her a smile. “You’re my best friend. Of course, I’ll do it. Although, I’d rather be the one taking the photos but…” You trailed off with a shrug.
She laughed. “I know you’re more comfortable behind the camera, but I really wanted you to do this with me.”
You looked at her through the mirror. “I know. I’m here, aren’t I?”
She nodded with a smile.
“Okay, Y/N. You’re done,” the stylist told you as she set down the curling iron.
You have her a smile. “Thank you.”
Your best friend gave you a look. “Damn, you’re such a babe.”
You laughed and flipped your hair over your shoulder. “Stop it,” you playfully said.
She looped her arm through yours. “Well, I think we should head on out don’t you think?”
You sighed. “I guess. This is freaking uncomfortable though,” you say as you adjust your dress.
She hit your arm. “Stop fidgeting. The sooner we do this, the sooner you’ll be able to get out of it.”
“It needs to come faster,” you mumble as the two of you walked out the door.

You had just finished your individual shots and were loitering by the refreshments table as your best friend took pictures with her other bridesmaids. You had already done a massive group shot as well as a set with Michael, the other bridesmaids, the groomsmen, and your best friend.
“Hey,” a voice spoke beside you.
You turned to see Calum with a beer in his hand right beside you. “Hi,” you smiled.
He gave you a once over. “Don’t you look girly,” he teased you as he took a sip of his beer.
You rolled your eyes. “Ha ha, I know, Y/N’s in a dress. Unbelievable.”
Calum laughed and shook his head. “You look beautiful though.”
You gave him a smile as you blushed. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” you understated.
Calum looked so fucking delicious that you just wanted to ravish him right then and there. He had on black skinny jeans, a white fitted button up, and a black tie hanging loosely around his neck.
He raised an eyebrow at you but said nothing else as he took another sip of his beer.
“Calum! Y/N!” One of the photographers yelled as he approached us. “While Y/BFF/N and Michael are taking other pictures, I need to get some shots of the two of you since you are the best man and maid of honor.”
Both of you looked at each other. “Uh, yeah. Okay.”
The two of you headed on inside with the photographer and awkwardly stood off to the side since you didn’t know what to do.
“Okay, I’ll start with individual shots of the two of you, then the two of you together. Sounds good?” The photographer asked as he started adjusting everything.
“Feels good,” you muttered under your breath as a reflex.
You heard a low laugh come from beside you and tried to hide your smile as Calum tried to cover it up with a cough.
He smirked at you. “I see what you did there.”
You giggled. “Force of habit.”
He smiled.
“Y/N! Let’s start with you,” the man called and you gave Calum one last smile before walking over to the couch.
After you finished your set, it was Calum’s turn. He flashed you a wink as the two of you switched spots.
Calum made everything look so easy, then again, he has done a ton of photoshoots before. He was a natural and the camera loved him. You didn’t even think that there was even one bad photo that the man took.
Then Calum sneezed.
Okay, you lied. Maybe there was one bad one.
Calum groaned from where he laid on the ground as the photographer positioned the camera above him to get an arial view. “Stop laughing at me.”
You crossed one leg over the other from where you sat on a table. “You’re the one that sneezed during a shot. Sorry if I find you in mid sneeze amusing,” you shrugged.
“I can’t control the times at which I sneeze,” Calum said from the ground.
“And I can’t stop myself from finding something hilarious.”
Calum grunted and that made you laugh even more.
The photographer continued his shots of Calum from above as you watched on.
You glanced at the screen and couldn’t help but get a little wet down there at what was on it.
You tightened your legs together in order to create some type of pressure as you stared entranced at the photo of Calum on the screen. You weren’t even aware that Calum finished his set as you bit your bottom lip, thinking about all the possibilities you and Calum could get up to. He watched you for a moment before calling your name.
You turned your head towards him as you let go of your bottom lip. “What?” You say breathlessly.
Calum stared at you for a few seconds before speaking. “Uh, it’s time for us to take pictures together.”
“Oh, uh, yeah.” You shake your head to clear your lust filled thoughts. “Right.” You stood up and made your way over to Calum.
“Okay, I want natural poses from the two of you unless I instruct otherwise,” the man told the both of you.
You both nodded and settled into a normal side by side pose for the first one.
It went on like that for another ten minutes with different poses before things heated up.


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The One With The Handcuffs

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Summary: Scott is determined to keep you safe even if it means leaving you handcuffed to a table but certain truths come to light when you have a heart to heart with his mum

A/N: another personal fave tbh! hope you guys enjoy!

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“Let’s gooooo,” you groan, letting your head hand back as you lean in your chair, “We’re not going to find anything on The Beast in our school library. That’s so unrealistic.”

Scott rolls his eyes and continues to roam the aisles, “Look, it cost me $50 to get in here after hours. I’m not leaving until I’ve looked at every book in here.”

You were a second away from barging over and strangling him when Theo walks in.

“Scott, you’re wasting your time. You need my help,” he says, tracing a finger down the edge of the table. His eyes land on you, “I see you brought your human sidekick.”

“Actually, that’s Stiles,” you smile sarcastically, “I’m the girl who’ll kick your ass if you don’t get out.”

“Kick my ass?” Theo scoffs, “I could kill you before you even stand up.”

You stand up, kicking your chair behind you but Scott’s already between the two of you, “What are you doing here Theo?”

“We have the same end game, Scott. We both want to find out who The Beast is.”

“The difference is I want to save the teenager underneath and you want to kill it,” Scott growls.

“Be that as it may, once we find out who it is, we both get a step closer – after that it’s fair game. Why can’t we just help each other out?”

Scott shakes his head, his fists balled up by his sides, “After everything you’ve done do you really think I’d ever agree to work with you?”

Theo smirks and then shrugs, “Fine, have it your way,” his eyes linger on you, “Who knows who’ll get hurt by the time you’re done.” With that he leaves, slamming the door behind him.

“Scott,” you mumble, placing a hand over his until he drops his fists, “You okay?”

“I can’t believe he’s walking around free after everything he’s done,” he frowns, “The guy deserves to-“

“Get shot up the ass with Lego bricks,” you chuckle slightly, “But he’s not going to. Right now we have to focus on finding The Beast. Why don’t we head down to the state library this weekend?”

Scott sighs in defeat and gathers his stuff up, “Do you want to get dinner?”

“Mmm,” you hum, shaking your head, “Can we just heat up last night’s pizza and eat it on your couch. I am so not dressed for anywhere else.”

“You look fine,” Scott insists.

“Scott, it’s 10pm. You dragged me out of bed while I was watching Gilmore Girls,” you point to your legs, “I’m literally wearing booty shorts!”

Scott shrugs and then holds the door open for you.

“Shouldn’t you be locking your door with Theo’s chimeras walking around free and not to mention, oh just, ya know – the fucking Beast?!” you say, pointing towards Scott’s unlocked front door.

“I did lock it,” he mumbles, staring at it in confusion, “Maybe Stiles dropped in. He has a key.”

“Of course he does,” you laugh, pushing the door open. Scott instinctively steps in front of you and leads the way.

“Aren’t you just a little paranoid?” you ask as he walks into the living room with one hand stretched out in front of him and the other clasped firmly around your wrist.

“Somethings not right,” he says quietly.

“Oh, shut up! I fell for that the last 3 times,” you raise your voice, “IF YOU PLAN ON JUMPING OUT OF A CLOSET AND SCARING ME AGAIN YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT IT STILES!” you yell.

Scott turns around and presses you against the wall before clapping a hand to your mouth, “It’s not Stiles,” he hisses, “Stay here.”

Just as he pulls away you hear yourself scream. You drop to the floor, clutching your throbbing arm desperately.

The lights come on and through your tears you can just make out Scott fighting against Josh and Tracy despite both of them holding him down.

Your vision comes into focus and you whimper as Theo crouches down beside you and clicks his tongue, “Scott should’ve listened,” he traces a finger down your cheek, “It’s so easy to hurt fragile, weak little humans.” A devilish smirks plays on his lips.

“You’ll do well to remember that,” Theo says, turning to face Scott, “Next time Tracy might not be nice enough to just paralyse her,” he stands up, “Let’s go.”

Josh shoves Scott to the floor before the three of them leave. Scott crawls over to and takes your hand in his, “You’ll be okay,” he says softly, moving hair away from your face, “It’ll just be a while before you can move again.”

“Huh,” you say, trying not to let your voice sound shaky, “Can I chew?”

“What?” Scott furrows his brows together.

“Well, if I can chew then you can feed me pizza. I’m really hungry,” you try to laugh but everything hurts.

Scott smiles softly, “I’m so sorry.” You look up at him to find silent tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Hey, I’m fine Scotty. Really, I’m fine.”

Scott shakes his head and drops it into his hands, “I should have never brought you into this.”

“We’ve been best friends since we were children. You couldn’t have kept it hidden forever that you’re a werewolf,” you sigh.

It was a few hours before you could move but when you finally could, Scott picked you up in his arms and hugged you so hard that your rib cage was slightly bruised when he pulled away.

“Pizza tonight?” you ask, walking into Scott’s house. The pack was all there.

“Oh, pack night!” you say excitedly, “Liam, you better not chew your popcorn loudly again because I swear to god, I’ll-“

“It’s not pack night. I mean, it is but we’re not staying in,” Scott says, stepping forward.

“Where are we going?” you ask, pulling your jacket back on.

We are going to get Lydia out of Eichen,” he steps closer to you, “And you are going to stay here and watch Star Wars. Stiles brought the whole box set.”

“You’re welcome,” Stiles says, saluting you.

You furrow your brows together, “I’m coming with you.”

“This is awkward,” Liam mumbles, “We’ll go wait outside,” he says, heading towards the door with the rest of the pack following closely behind.

“Is this about last night? Scott, I got paralysed – I’m not dead!”

“But you could’ve been and I’m not about to let you walk into what could very well be a blood bath!”

“I’m not asking, Scott. I’m coming with you,” you say firmly, heading towards the door. Within a second, Scott pulls you towards the dining table and cuffs you to one of the legs.

“SCOTT!” you yell in frustration, pulling against the cuffs, “GET THEM OFF!”

“I’m sorry,” he says, standing up, “It’s for your own good.”


He stays silent.



You stare at him, “Y-you what?”

He sighs and slumps, looking down at the floor, “I have to go,” he says and without another word, he disappears through the front door and locks it behind him.

Scott walks through the door, exhausted, and walks towards the dining table only to find the handcuffs hanging off the leg of it without you.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialling Stiles, “She’s gone! She’s gone! She’s not here she must have got free somehow! I – what if she came after us to help – what if Theo hurt her or, or-“ he pauses as he rushes up the stairs and finds you sitting in his room, “I found her,” he says before hanging up.

“Oh thank god,” he says, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you, “I think I just experienced a heart attack. He takes your wrist in his hands and turns it slightly, examining it, “How did you get free?”

“Your mum,” you say, looking him in the eye, “You’re grounded by the way.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and sits down on the end of his bed. You place a hand on his cheek, “Rough night, huh? Did you get Lydia?”

He nods with a small smile.

“And you’re okay?”

He nods again and this time you punch his shoulder, hard.

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, rubbing it.

“You’ve been in love with me since you were eight and I have to find out from your mum while I’m handcuffed to your dinner table?!”

His eyes widen, “About what I said-“

“Save it, Scott. Even if you had managed to cover up what you said with something stupid, your mum already told me everything – that you wanted to ask me out before I dated Jackson and after you dated Allison and that after she passed away it was too hard for you to move on – like you felt it was wrong.”


“Scott, I have been in love with you since I met you on the playground and you tugged on my pigtails but you never made your move no matter how much I touched your elbow and played with my hair and ‘accidentally’ left my bathroom door unlocked while taking a shower.”

“That was on purpose?!”

You inhale slowly, “Scott, as angry as I am at you for handcuffing me to a table and locking me in your house… one good thing came out of this: we finally know how we feel about each other. Though, let me make it clear that if you ever try that again I’ll cuff your testicles to your table which, trust me, would be far more embarrassing for your mom to get you free from.”

Scott smiles slightly but shakes his head, “I love you,” he says softly, “and you love me which, honestly, is the best thing I’ve heard in so long but-“


“But us being together would put a huge, supernatural target on your back and I couldn’t do that to you. I already put you in enough trouble as it is.”

“Us being together wouldn’t change the fact that I will always be in your business trying to have your back even though I’m scared of the dark and incredibly uncoordinated,” you place a hand on his cheek, “I am always going to have your back… it’s just this way I get to have a little more,” you say, pressing your lips lightly against his.

He kisses you back but pulls away almost immediately, “Do you think it’ll work?”

“It’s us,” you smile, “Of course it will.”

Scott’s smile falters when Melissa clears her throat in the doorway, “Now that that’s out of the way and you both got your happy ending,” she walks towards Scott, “You sir are grounded for 2 months for handcuffing your best fri- no – your girlfriend to our table and leaving her there without so much as a snack or a glass of water.”

“I think that sounds fair,” he smirks, “Two months of nights in with my girlfriend.”

“Oh, and no visitors,” she says before disappearing downstairs.

“Oh crap,” Scott sighs.

General Preference: Roommate AU

Author: Rhine


Michael would be the roommate that rarely left the room – he seemed to only ever leave when he was dragged out by three other people or dangerously low on food supplies – to which he would usually bribe you to go out and get for him in exchange for a ten or a twenty, depending on how late it was at night. He’d be reserved, a little quiet – usually with headphones on and eyes on a screen doing who knows what – or asleep like a rock on his mattress littered with crumbs. You’d always find his dirty articles of clothing strewn across the couch or the chair in a half-hearted attempt to be clean – a step up from the floor, he figured – and it isn’t uncommon to see him in the same clothes he was wearing for the past week, slouched over – it’s still relatively clean, I mean it doesn’t smell that bad. While his habits were a little less than sanitary on bad days, he was good company for quiet nights and never turned down conversation – so long as you started it first. He’d respect your privacy and listen to your sighing rants and occasionally tune in once you started on his responsibility for cleaning – and you’re the only person he’d let sneak a bit of his secret stash of snacks, pretending not to notice though he smiles when he sees you out of the corner of his eye.

Calum seems like the roommate who’d make the place as loud as possible in every way imaginable – bright colours and spilled books; music blaring and lights perpetually on. His mess was a hurricane level and often hit your side despite your firm reminders that his garbage stays on his side. He never was one for listening. He’s busy with his friends that are over without a notice, busy fiddling with his guitar at three in the morning when inspiration hit – ironically the night before your exam – busy with ignoring the pile of textbooks he’s shoved to the corner with his practically untouched class schedules and most definitely busy – you’re fairly certain that the underwear was not yours, and you’ve learned to crash at another friend’s room from the moment you saw the sock on the door – you really didn’t want a repeat of the first time. And while Calum was prone to doing whatever he liked and completely ignoring your increasingly desperate nags, you wouldn’t call him a bad roommate – he never failed to make you smile when you were down with some cheesy movie he’d play extra loud to distract you and he always extended invitations to you when your Friday nights were empty and you definitely, definitely didn’t mind the morning Calum after a shower. Even if he left the toilet seat up again.

Ashton would be the roommate who would make the place home – posters and polaroids, candles and paint doodles, cushions and random knick-knacks that held whatever special meaning to him lining the shelves with your dull textbooks. He’d clean just because and you’d bring back food – a silent agreement that the two of you settled after the first few weeks. He’d never miss out on a good morning and was sure to say sweet dreams and if he left, it’d be with a quick message on the whiteboard underneath his random quote of the day – or quote of the week, depending on when he remembered to change it – just in case you needed to find him. He’s one to ask you where you’re going and when you’ll be back and set rules for the responsibilities and remind you with colourful sticky notes in places you’d find. He’d ask about your day whenever you returned and stayed silent when you were studying, casual as can be around you with his loud singing in the shower and shameless walking around as he looked for a shirt – there were barely any boundaries between the two of you, no markings on the ground – just an interdependent system of living. You’re the one he rambles to even if you couldn’t keep up with his circles and you’re oftentimes his last-minute outfit check and back scratcher – if he made the place his home, then he thought of you as his family.

Luke would seem like the ghost roommate at first – head down, short conversations, shy acknowledgements of one another – he’s not quite sure how to address you or what to do with himself – or this things, actually. He’s busy trying to solve this equation or study for that exam and the boy was careful to divide his things from yours – he doesn’t know quite how to live with a stranger, let alone a girl – so he tiptoes around you, at least for the beginning. But once you talked to him past topics about the weather or whether the library was open and once he started accepting the food you couldn’t finished, he opened up. And while he’s still rather quiet about the details of his life – he won’t answer unless you ask first – the dimpled smile becomes automatic once he sees you, a friendly greeting when he sees you outside the room and the occasional hangout if your circles happened to mix. You’d try to divide the responsibilities but Luke’s always a shaking mess when it comes to doing the laundry with your clothes mixed together so things oftentimes just got done with the both of you working together – it ate up your time, but you never minded going down to the laundry room with him or the steady washing/drying factory line you had with him, soft chuckles and lighthearted jokes blooming from your shared company.


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