at least i assumed that it's his ring 'cause look at it

The Mysterious Girl (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

Request: Hi can a request a fluffy Loki x reader fic where the reader is in a situation where she cannot talk often (maybe her voice causes glass to crack and shatter and people to fall unconscious) instead she uses actions to convey her feelings. when Loki arrives with his brother for redemption he tries to get her to talk by annoying her to no avail. They’re alone one time and the reader snaps telling him to stop; he falls unconscious and she cares for him until he comes to. Please and thank you!!

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1, 988

Warnings: None (I think)

A/N: First Loki imagine, wooo! I hope you all enjoy, especially all you Loki fans out there. It was a refreshing change to write about him, so I’m glad I got the chance! If you would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! FYI, (Y/E/C) means ‘your eye color.’ Enjoy!

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MASTERLIST

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Loki was not happy. Not happy at all. Why wasn’t he happy? Because he was on Midguard. And what was wrong with being on Midguard? Thor, his brother was there. And he was stuck with him.

“Brother, do not worry. I’m sure that my comrades will not hate you. That much,” Thor comforted, slapping his brother on the back.

Stumbling forward, Loki looked back at his brother and scowled. “Oh, yes. I’m sure those mortals just love me after all that I did.”

Sighing, Thor looked at his brother. “You knew not what you were doing. Besides, you are repentant.”

“Am I?” Loki sassed back, earning a disapproving look from the ‘better’ sibling.

“Well, you will be. At least once they are through with you.”

Rolling his eyes, Loki trudged along beside his brother, looking up at the building. Sure, it was impressive for Midguard standards, but not for Asgard. If that was even his home anymore.

“Welcome, to the Avengers,” Thor announced, pushing open the glass doors with ease.

This will be just great, Loki thought to himself as he followed his oaf of a brother inside.


Well, could be going a lot worse, Loki thought as his brother’s teammates glared down at him.

“Why do we have to keep him here again?” Clint asked through gritted teeth, glaring at Loki. Hand tight on his bow, he never removed his eyes from the god.

“Look, I’m not excited about reindeer games being here either,” Tony grumbled.

“But there is no other option, apparently,” Nat finished the sentence, remembering all too well what she had to do to her best friend to get him out of his head.

“He is my brother,” Thor started, looking them all down. “You will be courteous to him, even if he is deserving of your hatred and spite.”

“He destroyed New York with an alien army,” Steve said, glaring at Loki.

“And tried to take over the world,” Bruce added.

“He’s adopted,” Thor said sheepishly, to which Loki rolled his eyes. Bored, Loki began to look over his foes- allies. Most of them Loki remembered. Some, were new. Like the man with the metal arm, the red man, the girl with glowing-red eyes, and many more. As Loki skimmed over his subjects- friends, his eyes landed on one girl in particular. She was odd, but not in the bad sense. She was odd in the sense that she was quiet, odd in the sense that she distanced herself from others. Curious, Loki continued to look at her, until she noticed and began blushing prominently. Her eyes darted towards Clint, and he saw immediately.

“You stay away from her,” Clint almost growled, moving in front of the odd girl. Loki did not care though. He was intrigued by this girl and wanted to know more. Wanted to know what she liked and disliked, why she was here. One way or another, Loki was going to know that girl.


Two months have passed since Loki arrived at the Avengers compound, and things were a little better. The others were talking to him now, and Loki wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The company was nice from time to time, when they weren’t glaring at him. Loki always brushed them off though. Some people just don’t understand that he had changed.

Mainly, for her.

Loki had tried everything to talk to the girl. Anytime that he nearly got close to even saying hello, the mother hen swooped in between them.

“No way,” Clint growled one day, standing in front of the girl once more.

“I just want to talk to her, I’m not bad anymore,” Loki had pleaded.

Laughing, Clint shook his head. “Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. And good luck talking to her anyway, she-”

But before the mother hen could even finish his sentence, the girl had tapped on his shoulder. The girl had obviously communicated to the arrow man, Loki just did not understand how. She didn’t move her lips, but rather her hands. When Loki first saw this, he thought she was doing magic.

“Are you a sorceress?” Loki had asked in amazement, to which Clint glared him down, offended.

“Out.” He demanded, and Loki quickly made his way out, not wanting to find out what would happen to him if mother hen got any angrier.

So Loki’s quest to talk to the mysterious girl continued, always trying to get close to her. Over the two months that he had been there, he had learned three things about the beautiful and mysterious girl:

1) She did not like mornings. Her face scrunched up in the cutest of ways whenever she was woken up before 9 a.m.

2) Her favorite color was green, or so Loki assumed. She always wore some article of green, whether it be the oversized green sweatshirt she stole from the man with the metal arm or her green shoes, which she wore everywhere. 

3) She loved movies, more than life itself apparently. Whenever Loki was looking for her to talk to her (before mother hen showed up), she was sitting in the room with the screen, a different movie on it each time he saw her. Some days it would be little cartoons dancing and singing across the screen, others it would be miniature people falling in love. Without fail though, Loki noticed that every Friday night she watched the same movie, over and over. One with a half fish-half human hybrid and her colorful fish friends.

With each new little tidbit of information about the girl, Loki grew more and more interested. Loki not only thought about her all day, but even dreamed about being able to talk to the beautiful girl, face to face. Just when Loki was about to give up on all hope of ever speaking to the girl, a bit of luck was finally in Loki’s favor.

The heroic team was heading off on a mission, one where they needed almost every member, except for the mysterious girl. Loki, jumping at the opportunity to speak with her, helped pack everyone’s bags that night. To the team, he seemed just a bit too happy.

“Are you sure we can leave him here, Thor?” Steve had asked, glancing at Loki.

“Believe it or not, he is acting a lot better,” Thor commented as he put everyone’s luggage onto the quinjet.

“Yes, but he will be here all alone,” Tony added. The girl, apparently did not like that for she stomped her foot in defiance.

Thor had saw her little foot stomp and smiled. “He will not be alone, (Y/N) will be here.”

Aha! Her name! Loki thought, adding another piece to the puzzle.

Laughing, Clint put his supplies in the quinjet. “Yeah, if anyone can handle him, it's  (Y/N).”

This seemed to have made (Y/N) happy, for she nodded her head in triumph.

“I’ll be good,” Loki started, causing everyone to look at him. “Promise.”

“We shall see, brother,” Thor said, clapping his hand on his brother’s shoulder, causing Loki to lose his footing for a moment. “If not, well, you’ll be in for a shock. (Y/N), take care of him for me. Don’t let him get into too much mischief.”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded at Thor, waving the team goodbye.

“That’s no fair,” Loki grumbled to himself. “I’m the god of mischief. It’s literally what I do.”


As soon as the quinjet had disappeared over the horizon, (Y/N) had went back into the compound. Not wanting to lose her in the maze of halls and corridors, Loki followed right after her.

“So,” Loki started, falling into step with her. “Just you and me.”

All she did was quirk up an eyebrow at him before continuing on her way.

“Right. Silent treatment. Well, that has never stopped me before,” Loki continued as he followed her into the room with the screen. Lighting up at the opportunity, Loki walked over to the shelves full of discs.

“Shall we watch one?” Loki asked, digging through the movies. “I’ve never actually seen one of these ‘movies.’ What do you recommend?”

He was met with silence. Smile faltering a bit, because literally the girl of his dreams would not talk to him, he turned back to the shelf. Finding something somewhat familiar, Loki held out the case to her. “How about this?”

Looking back, her whole face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically, causing Loki to smile. “Okay,” Loki said, looking at the title before putting the disc into the strange contraption. “The Little Mermaid it is.”

Moving towards the couch, Loki sat down next to her. Trying to control his breathing, he constantly found himself looking at (Y/N) throughout the movie, committing every detail of her to memory. Loki did this so often that he ended up missing the movie.

“Wait, why is the fish-girl having problems with her father?” Loki asked. No answer.

“Why is the crab singing to her? Life is not better down where it’s wetter. You’re wet all the time. Plus there are sharks, nasty little creatures. Worst than bildshnipe, I hear. Or at least Thor tells me.” No answer.

“OH NO, A SHARK!” No answer.

“Don’t go near the evil squid lady. Why would you go near the evil squid lady?” No answer.

All this time, (Y/N) never answered. She did seem to be getting more and more annoyed, though.

“Wait, why does she need to kiss the Prince? To get her voice back? That is highly unlikely, magic does not work like-”

“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!” The girl shouted. A ringing noise sounded through the room, and before Loki even knew it, he was out cold.


Blinking away the black spots in his vision, Loki was met with a pounding headache. Staring up at the ceiling, Loki started to feel alarmed until he felt something moving through his hair. Looking around, Loki was soon met with the most beautiful pair of (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. What made them even more beautiful was that they were your eyes.

“What happened?” Loki groaned, trying to sit up. He was soon pushed back down by (Y/N) so that his head lay on her lap. She held up a finger as if to say ‘one moment’ and grabbed the nearest notebook and pen she could find. Sprawling out her message with one hand and combing through his hair with the other, she finally had written out her message:

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you out. I’m an enhanced and my voice knocks people out, especially when I yell. I didn’t mean to make you pass out.’

Reading the message, Loki began to smile. “It’s alright, Love. You didn’t mean to. I’m just glad that we are finally communicating.”

Blushing at his words, she began to write out another message.

‘I get that, now. I mean, who talks during a movie?’

It was Loki’s turn to blush now as he read your note. “Sorry, I am not familiar with proper movie etiquette. But I’d love to learn.”

Smiling, she wrote down her next message.

'I’d love to teach you, if you gave me a chance. Then you can ask all the questions you want, whether about me or the movie.’

“Sounds absolutely, perfect, Love,” Loki said with a smile. The pounding in his head had finally stopped, and Loki was able to sit up now, but he didn’t want to leave her gentle caresses just yet.

'Can you sit back up yet?’ She wrote out, quirking another eyebrow up at him.

“No,” Loki lied. “Not yet. Still hurts.” She nodded at his answer and continued to card her fingers through his black hair, leaving Loki in a bliss. Well, he was the god of mischief, after all. What else was he going to do, except lie a little to stay with the girl of his dreams?

Rogue One: Catalyst: Thoughts

- link to my other Rogue One blabberings -

Finally finished reading Rogue One: Catalyst by James Luceno, or as it’s also known by:

  • Lyra Erso: Badass;
  • Lyra Erso: They Could Have Easily Created Parallels Between You and Chirrut+Baze in the Film Instead of Ignoring Your Existence;
  • Lyra/Galen OTP Fever: How to Write a Strong, Balanced Couple While Still Giving Them Relationship Hurdles;
  • “I’m Thirsty for You and Your D, Galen,” Screams Krennic Into the Rain
    • with foreword by Galen Erso, “Who Is This? And What Does He Mean By My D?”
    • and annotated by Lyra Erso, *The dickbag is talking about the Death Star, honey.
  • Tarkin/Krennic: Hux/Kylo Ren Got Nothing On This Hate Couple
  • and finally: Jyn Erso Is A Normal Human Child: how this makes her future character arc 1000x more painful

NB: Have only seen the RO film and have now read this book. This is going to be long and about 90% quotes related to characterization.

General Impression:

  • Writing was okay. Not great, but not bad. (This is especially apparent since I’ve just started reading the RO novelization, and the difference in quality is pretty startling.) Nice quick read.
  • Lyra is fantastic.
  • Galen is pretty interesting.
  • Jyn is adorable and normal, and it breaks my heart.
  • Krennic is… wow, I just want to laugh because he’s so absurd but also a Terrible Human Being.
  • Tarkin is fascinating (see waaaay below for details).

Lyra Erso

  • No one holds this bitch down.
    • “She had no recourse. She wasn’t built to hold things in; to be complacent or compliant.”
    • “Some of Orson’s remarks had made her wonder whether she and Galen were under surveillance, or even whether her personal comlink might be bugged. But she didn’t care either way. Orson may have drawn the line in the sand, but she would be the one to step over it.”

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how to drown in the desert; chapter six: the light

a/n: *drum roll* at last - chapter six! hopefully this chapter was more than worth the wait, and it’s a pretty decent word count length too (over 4,000 words), so i hope you guys enjoy it!

as always you can read this fic here on ao3 or here on ffn

and as always if you ever want to make a graphic/edit/fanart ANYTHING inspired by this fic please let me know and tag me in it!! i’d love to see it <3

anyway, without further ado, here is chapter 6: the light

For a few blissful moments after he woke up, Shiro forgot what had transpired the previous night…and then he remembered. His body froze as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, his fingers feeling exceptionally warm, and he realized they were still laced through Allura’s. He panicked, thinking about how to move without waking her when he caught the soft curve of her lips: the princess had fallen asleep with a smile on her face.

His own face heated up when he thought of the softness of her voice when they had said goodnight. My Paladin.

He dragged his free hand down his face, nearly nicking himself with the edge of the wedding band he wore—fake wedding band. Maybe they were faking this marriage a bit too well, or at least he was. God, what if she suspected him? It would be completely unprofessional, and awkward, and… maybe sort of freeing, to have it all out in the open. Even if she didn’t feel the same—and why would she?—at least he wouldn’t have to hide it anymore.

Shiro shook his head, carefully slipping his hand out of hers, even as her fingers remained curled against the snowy sheets of their bed. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching over as her hair fell in her face, carefully tucking it behind her pointed ears. He almost let his fingers linger, when her eyes fluttered open.

“Shiro?” she said, voice thick with sleep.

He flushed, feeling almost guilty—or at least caught in the act. He cleared his throat. “Good morning, princess.”

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Trust Me | Jumin Han x Reader

RATING: Teen | WORD COUNT: 1,326 | GENRE: Drama/Fluff
SUMMARY: A rumour comes out that you’re cheating on Jumin with Zen, and you’re afraid of what Jumin’s reaction would be.

It’s amazing just how vicious the public media could be, twisting words and statements around and interpreting situations to suit their own satisfaction. They would do anything to get a good story and try to rile up the general public. They can either raise a simple nobody to glory and make them out to be a hero, or they can drag someone so revered down through the dirt. Say what you will, the media possessed power.

Jumin was already used to dealing with those vultures from a young age. It was something he learned quickly and by himself, but you were different. Being hounded by the press or having self-proclaimed experts spouting nonsense about you online was completely new to you. Though you expected this kind of response after that public stunt Jumin pulled at the party, it was a bit more intense than you had initially thought.

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A New Moon (Part 1)

Originally posted by epikcry


Part 1

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Werewolf!AU

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

***WARNING: Violence, fantasy, language, pregnancy***


Anonymous asked:

(1) Hellooooo, I have an ideia for werewolf jimin! Maybe something with a y/n pregnant, fluff and a little bit of angst too. Oh and sorry for the bad english.

(2) Is it bad that I want to see Werewolf BTS get in a crazy battle against a group of rogues because of the OC? Haha

(3) Omg the werewolf stories are freaking amazing! Admin J would there be a story about a New Moon or a Solar Eclipse?? Thank you guys for all your stories~ 


After the blood moon, life was definitely different. The boys were different— wiser. You were different— stronger. They began to acknowledge you on a different level, equally, not as human to werewolf rather as being to being. But as you sat upon the piercingly cold tile of your bathroom floor, the sound of nothing but your frozen heart’s beats hammering through the air of your vacant apartment, you felt anything but strong. Trembling as you desperately tried to grip onto the object in your hands that you wished no more than to throw it out of the window, to forget its existence and have it erased entirely from your life, there was no strength to do so. Confusion. Fear. Happiness. All of these intense feelings shoved you around, screamed in your ears, not allowing you to think because fuck, how is this even possible.

How could you be pregnant with Park Jimin’s, your werewolf boyfriend’s, child?

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Friends who become coworkers suck

Today sucked. I got to work as normal at 10 normally my manger or senior coworker opens and all the setup is done, bread cooked, cookies cooked, an prep on food started. On sundays openers go in at eight and open at nine. Thats a whole hour of uninterrupted work time, an even after we open on sundays we don’t get more then five customers till after 11. Somehow though when my friend had to open today I get in at ten an almost nothing is done and they’ve barely started counting the money for the day meaning they waited till I got there to even open. The only thing done was the line was filled. That means they wasted 3 hours of work on their phone. When I check the oven area all of the bread is in the proofing oven obviously all placed at the same time. Thats 12-14 pans of bread that need to go in the oven at once. Our oven only holds 6 pans… Bread is suppose to be placeed in proofer oven for 72 mins with bread pans placed in every 20-30 so there is a time gap. Then while im trying to save our bread thier like so put this many of this cookie on a pan an this many of this one an so on. An before I checked on the bread I was seeing what we had in stock what needed to be prepared an how much was needed of everything. We had 8 of about 15 things that needed to be prepared before 3. So I said to them we don’t need all 6 pans of cookies because only two of them aren’t full we only need 3 pans a dozen an a half of each. They pretty much refused to listen an made more cookies then could fit in the trays an forced them in said trays which causes cookies to break an any cookie that breaks has to be put in the waste area because we no longer even have an employee discount much less a meal an we aren’t allowed to eat a perfectly good cookie but have to instead throw away a cookie only because its broke. Then when I started prep they sprayed the dishes not washed. Then after an hour of busting my ass to try an catch up before lunch rush our first customer comes in. Only its not a customer but someone they’re giving free food to this is something I don’t know intill after this. Right behind the man my friend jumps on, which should have given me a heads up cause they always drag their feet, is a woman and her daughter/niece/teenager who I grab because the sooner the customer is handled the sooner prep can be done. Unfortunately the woman gets 4 footlong sandwiches. As i start to cut her fourth one my friend is handing that first man his sandwich. I assumed he paid and went back to my customer and started thier last sandwich just as I place the last piece of meat on it the door dings. I look up to great another customer just to see both my friend an that man halfway down the parking lot. I get over it because I have a job to do an go to ask the woman what kind of cheese I should put on her fourth sandwich she interrupts me an says she would like another one the sameway. I do so smilingly grab the first 2 out of the toaster an place the second two in the toaster then immediately start the fifth footlong. As soon as I fold the bread open the bell rings a man comes in behind him is a family of six. I finish her order fast got her rung up then went to the man who precedes to have me cut him bread then change his mind as to what kind he wants 3 times i finally get it in the toaster then jump to the family of six who want 10 sandwiches 4 6" the rest footlongs, the bell rings one more time its a crowd of 10-12 people amongst them two of my regulars who came directly after the family. The toaster goes off after I get 3 footlongs cut while greating a crowd, I jump to it the man is now on his phone talking to someone I practically had to demand his attention mean while another group has come in an my line is now out the door with at the very least is 25 customers in line. When i finally get mister phonecall out I bust ass an get on through the order of ten starting my regulars a the two customers behind them. All this an runing to an from the cooler, registrar, an sink in between. When i finally get to the last group of customers a group of seven old ladies only are left in line when my friend comes trailing behind two more customers. My friend mozies thier way into the back an then drags thier feet only to jump on the people im working with an tries to shoo me to the register. I hand off the ham and proceed to fill the rest of the meat and get the next orders form the men and then one more group comes in. Its handled fast if sloppily on my coworkers part after we get them all taken care of we clean up the front an go in the back. I wash my hands and start prep because were out of things on the line and have no stock anymore. My coworker grabs the sprayer then thier cell rings an proceeds to walk off an have a conversation for ten minutes. I was mad so I started working harder on the prep when they lent against the table an straight up smelt of weed. Theres a whole conversation here between us when they pretty much ask me why im mad that they had only been gone a few minutes. I almost fucking cried then told told them that they had actually left for 48 minutes right when lunch began. They got pissed, i then said i just want to get this shit done so i can leave at 3 then they were like im not because i cant do anything right im just a fuck up. Then im like dude. We are at work that means we work not just pay attention to my phone all day. Bottom line somehow they got to leave early after skipping an jagginoff. Im so 😖.

It’s Called a Riff. [Sherlock/Reader]

This is my first non-disney post on this blog woo boy but oh well. I felt like my homeboy Sherlock needed some love tbh. Also I listened to too much Nirvana while writing this. my kink is reader being musically talented so don’t be surprised when it comes up a lot in my fics ~🕷️💋

Originally posted by xthismeanswar

You tuned your guitar once more, then strummed the strings. Satisfied, you looked raised the volume of your headphones then attempted to play.

Let’s see…Open D, open D, first fret D, second fret D, open G, back to second D, open G, two second Ds - you paused to listen to the song - first fret D, open D, second G, and finish it off with two open Ds. That sounded about right. You paused the song and scribbled the notes down onto your notepad, which sat nearby. You then played the riff a few times more in a weak attempt to get your hands to memorize the muscle movements.

“Are you going to play anything else other than that insufferable amalgamation of notes you call a song?”

“It’s not a song, it’s a riff. If you’re going to insult my choice of music, at least get the terms right.”

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Girl Meets World Imagine

Can you do a GMW imagine where the reader is the gangs older high school friend and she meets Riley’s uncle Josh and they start to like each other

Hope you enjoy this Josh imagine!

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Originally posted by fcglfs

“So hows your first week of High School comin along?” You questioned the group of 6 that stood in front of you who immediately began to share knowing glances.  This week was their whole gangs first day in high school and you had promised yourself and the Matthews you’d keep an eye out on them

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Mine

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: Language 

A/N: Gif is not mine. Requested by a lovely anon: The reader has always been Draco’s girl. This princess. One day at a Malfoy banquet one of his cousins tries it on with her. I have slightly changed it from the prompt, it’s actually at a wedding instead


Today was a happy occasion; food, friends and love. This was a wedding after all. 

Draco may not have been originally keen on going, but after much good-natured persistence by you, he happily obliged. Although, it was mainly factored towards his inability to not do things that made you happy. He acted as if it weren’t his cousin’s wedding. 

You were surprised to receive an invitation at first but the shock dissipated given the fact that Teddy Lupin was a true Hufflepuff through and through. The guy had a big heart when it came to giving people the benefit of the doubt and loving unconditionally; he got the best of both his mother and father. 

Earlier that morning, you had spent the time getting ready, Draco took almost no time at all, you on the other hand had to perfect your routine, which you eventually had. 

Entering the front room of the house ready to leave you called out to your husband. There was something about dressing up in formal clothes that makes everyone look great. 

That still didn’t prepare you for when a rather handsome Draco stepped out in his black suit, white dress shirt, black tie and shoes to match. You looked away bashfully, afraid you would be judged for staring. 

Draco stopped in the doorway before turning his head towards you standing in the adjacent room. Seeing you quite literally took his breath away. Eyeing you up and down as he made his way over to you. A blush made its way to your face when he had said, “Hey beautiful, you look absolutely sexy in that dress." 

The wedding was spectacular, you would forgive anyone who thought that this wedding was a real life fairytale. From the colour scheme, atmosphere, and right down to the tiniest details of fairy lights and the cobblestone footpath immersing every guest straight into a children’s story book. 

Following the succession of the ceremony the guests were ushered into a snow-white tent with even more fairy lights raining down from the roof. The wedding guests began the search for their assigned seats. 

Draco was unimpressed. This look was plastered on his face the moment he realised the table in which you sat was shared with Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione and a medium-length black haired young man roughly the same age as Draco with a blonde girl with gorgeous blue eyes. 

You nudged your husband gently and gave him a sad, pleading look begging him to be nice for your sake. He reluctantly obliged to, at the very least, not to say any snide comments or go out of his way to be rude. This did not mean that he would act happy when he wasn’t, nor did it mean he would engage in friendly conversations with his old classmates, especially Potter. 

An awkward start was quickly swept away when the girl two seats down on your right had introduced herself, "Hello, I’m Emily Gibbs.” She smiled politely at you, she had such a warm welcome and you were instantly drawn to her. “Hi, I’m (y/n),” you replied back with a matched politeness. “What’s your relation to the bride or groom?” She asked. “I’m with Draco, Teddy is his second cousin.” You smiled at her. 

Cutting in, the dark-haired boy to your right answered “I’m Malfoy, Acacius Malfoy.” In an almost offended gesture, as if he couldn’t believe you hadn’t already taken notice of him. He peered through his dark hair with his piercing blues looking you up and down, taking you in. 

Unknowingly, Draco smiled at him, “I haven’t seen you since we were, what? Nine years old?" 

"Yes, back when we played quidditch on your property.” He replied. 

“During school break, I remember.” Draco added. 

After a long sip of his water, Acacius took his time in responding, “Uncle Lucius gifted you with your first broom, second to top of the range. The newest model wasn’t available in London, yet. Of course, my Father had my broom imported. Unsurprisingly, I kicked your arse.” His voice was the only thing ringing throughout your table. 

Ginny sat picking at her food not giving anyone eye contact. You were taken aback by his comments but tried to remain polite. “It was only by one point. We would have had a fair match had we had the same broom.” Draco, despite being irritated by the fact he was being made a fool of especially in front of Harry, kept his voice friendly, although verging on his true emotions. It was a testament to how much he cared for you, by keeping his promise. 

“You’re only as good as your broom, I suppose.” The clatter of cutlery clinked as Draco’s distant cousin began eating his food. Harry chocked slightly on his water he had been nervously sipping. Ginny was furious and had every right to be, she was a fantastic quidditch player in her own right and knew finances was not the only component to a great player. Ron’s mouth was agape, he could not believe someone had a go at Draco. Hermione although shocked herself, elbowed Ron for his undignified expression. 

After an awkward silence, conversation picked up from whispers between Ginny and Harry, Hermione joining in as well. Ron was listening while scoffing down his food, Draco sat glaring at his plate picking at some chicken, while you were trying to work up the courage to speak to Emily again. Looking over at her she smiled at you, returning the favour you smiled back which then initiated the conversation between the two of you. 

The conversation was going well until Acacius wormed his way into it, taking control. You could tell that Draco, despite being related to him, was liking him less and less, the whole table in fact was liking him less and less. He seemed to gain more confidence the more he heard his own voice. At one moment he winked at Ginny, who just glared back, that didn’t seem to affect his ego at all.

As he continued to talk he rested his arm on your chair. Draco immediately tensed, shooting him a dangerous look, you on the other hand were taken aback. He seemed to ignore Hermione altogether. ‘What a dick!’ You thought, you had encountered his type before. 'Poor, Emily. She’s so nice and he’s so…’ You went to offer Emily a sympathetic smile, she was not looking. She seemed shunned to silence by her partner. 

Tension continued to grow so you leant over to Draco asking him to get you another drink, hoping this would ease things from boiling over. Muttering under his breath he left the table to get a drink for you at the bar. 

“So, you’re Draco’s girl then, can’t say I ever pictured him with someone like you,” Acacius spoke up.

Already this conversation was extremely awkward, “He’s a really sweet, caring guy I fell in love with.” He laughed, causing you to grit your teeth.

“I assume you two are together, then?” He asked Ginny about her and Harry. “Happily married,” Harry replied coldly, wanting nothing more than this idiot to leave. 

The self-titled charmer looked to Ron and Hermione this time, “And you two, blind date gone wrong?" 

"Wait, just a minute!" Ron began but was cut off by Hermione, 

"How dare you!" 

At that moment Teddy appeared at the table unaware of the conversation’s turn, "Hey, how is everyone tonight? Thank you so much for coming, dessert is on the way.” Just as he had spoken it a wait staff came behind him and began placing beautiful looking chocolate mud cake slices with vanilla bean ice-cream in front of each guest and leaving one in the vacant seat belonging to Draco. 

Emily pardoned herself with the excuse of getting herself a drink, you could tell by the telltale signs of her still full glass on the table that she was overwhelmed by the current events. 

You internally groaned when the voice you began to hate spoke again this time really close to your ear, “You know, Draco just does anything you ask. Just folds and does whatever you say like an obedient pup.” By this time you closed your eyes in distress, you had an intuition that there was something very off, most likely dangerous about this man. 

Almost like how a predator swoops in on prey seeing how Draco was still absent he continued “If you ever want to be with a real man, we can always slip out now to somewhere and I can show you everything you’re missing.” Your skin crawled, you felt sick to your stomach. 

“Don’t talk to my wife like that!” You snapped your head over to see Draco had returned, the look he wore would be absolutely frightening if you hadn’t been so grateful for his timing. Acacius stood up quickly, knocking his chair over, “What are you gonna do about it? Come on, I’ll kick your arse!” He rushed towards Draco, but the other man stood his ground as they squared off. Both men pulled out their wands and aimed it at the other. 

You and Emily exchanged looks, non-verbally agreeing, looking back to the two men who acted more like boys you lifted your wands. Emily targeting her boyfriend, you targeting Draco. In an instant both of their wands flew from their hands and into both Emily’s and yours. 

Harry, Ron and even Teddy stood before Acacius, “I think it’s best you leave!” Teddy sneered. 

Being obviously outnumbered, the horrid man left still with an air of arrogance around him. 

“What a wanker,” Ron stated while going back and sitting next to Hermione. 

The guests settled and began going back to their conversations. 

The music changed from a soft melody wafting in the background, to fill the tent with a lively ambience. Teddy and his new wife took the floor in a confident and elegant choreograph. 

Guests were being encouraged to join in the festivities. Couples and friends alike made their way to the dance floor. Draco offered his hand to you, you blushed and accepted it as he lead you to the dance floor. 

He twirled you majestically, then resting his hand on your hip, you placed your hand softly on his broad shoulder, and your other hand had enclasped in Draco’s. 

As you danced with the man you loved you saw something that contributed to the smile on your face; Emily was dancing with Neville. You rested your head on your husband as you rocked back and forth slowly. 

Towards the end of the song you looked into Draco’s eyes, completely in the moment. “I love you so much (y/n), I fall more and more in love with you every day, and I still can’t believe you said 'I do’, to me." 

You smiled, "I can’t picture my life without you. I love you too." 

You stopped dancing only for a moment so that Draco could speak these words, "You remind me of a fairy tale in that dress you’re wearing." 

You added laughing "Well, I guess that makes you my knight in shining armour.” Draco smiled and looked slightly away in thought before looking back to you, “You’ve always been my princess." 

Kissing him lightly on the nose, "You’ve never treated me than anything less, I don’t want to ever be with anyone else." 

"You’ll always be mine,” Draco promised before capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.


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anonymous asked:

Headcanon: one time on Will's birthday, all of the campers he's helped out in the past, whether it be in the infirmary or with LGBT stuff, all teamed up with Nico, hoping to make this the best birthday ever for the guy who helped them so much.

okay so this is my favorite thing in the entire world.

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will is a total hermit, rarely ever comes out of the infirmary and doesnt hang out NEARLY as much as he used to, so when cecil and lou ellen start pulling him in any sort of direction outside he immediately assumes someone is injured. he kind of resigns himself to stitching someones ears back on, figures the day could be much worse, at least things are interesting at camp, but then cecil pulls him into a seemingly secluded place near the strawberry fields and will is like ? okay wheres the yellin and bleedin

but SURPRISE LOSER, its actually a huge party. people jump out, yelling surprise, throwing golden glitter and pink and white and blue and yellow streamers everywhere, a few people have noisemakers. will is surprised - this looks like just about everyone he knows, which is weird because most campers should be gone for school right now - didnt august start up a while ago? will blinks rapidly as he realized that the Mist is fading around them, bending his perception of reality, no longer hiding these big ol’ wrapped gifts and silly banners and a table with cake. he can barely focus on any of it, it all shows up so quickly. suddenly hazel is there, smiling at him the way she does, and she runs to hug him, says her hello. nico is right behind her, hugs him too for a little bit longer. that, to will, seems the most surprising thing of all; pda? from nico? with this many people? if it werent such a big party, will wouldve assumed someone had died. nico pulls away and will sees that chiron is there (because will is like his son, having been at camp for so long and having been taught healing by chiron himself, of course horse dad wont miss this) and pats will on the shoulder, giving his congratulations.

and wills just like “congratulations for what?” and everybody kinda freezes and looks at each other

“will,” nico laughs. “its august 13th. you know…. your birthday”

and wills eyes go so wide they might just pop right out of his head. “wait…. its my birthday?”

and then everyone is laughing and everyone enjoys pointing out the silly banners they made; “billy the bday boy” (“rude!” says will, causing more laughter) and “one year closer to death” and, of course, “celebration in progress, no terfs allowed”. they all make will grin and laugh. kayla and austin are sure to get will the first slice of cake, because thats the best part of having a birthday, and then they serenade him with a terrifying mash up of never gonna give you up and careless whisper. it is arguably the best song will has ever heard.

other birthday gifts include: a fanny pack, entirely white with a red ‘plus’/cross, its purpose not unlike leo’s toolbelt as it has the capability to give just about any general medical supply he’d ever need (the first thing he pulls out is a small card that says simply “Love, Dad”), as well as at least 4 new binders (one with weed leaf print that makes him laugh for like 10 minutes) and a comfortable sports bra that starts a chanting of “LET THE BOY BREATHE! LET THE BOY BREATHE!” that has him absolutely snorting with laughter, then some sweet collectable star trek trading cards as well as a special autograph of long-dead actor deforest kelley aka ‘bones’, wills favorite character (a gift from nico, cecil, and lou ellen - the thing that made him happiest was knowing they got on well enough to collaborate). there were other things, odds and ends, some stim toys that will was excited for, a collection of trek and xmen comic books, some magic the gathering and mythomagic cards. the promise, from chiron, that they would start working on his 'light bending’ as will had called it now that he was old enough. hes so intensely grateful and excited and he thanks everyone a million times, lets people play around with his new cards and stims and, though hes wearing it, the fanny pack.

that is, until nico gestures to speak to him alone for a while. everyone goes back to cake, some poking at austin and kayla to give an encore. while his siblings play The Best Of Memes, vol. 420, nico leads will away and takes both his hands in his own.

nico is very quiet at first, very reserved, but he carefully explains the importance of his skull ring, then even more carefully, the importance of will to him in his heart. “and, because of this,” he whispers. “because of my caring for you, and your importance in my life, i want you to wear it from now on. this ring started my descent into a kind of darkness i thought i was meant to be in, i was meant to become. and you sparked the light that ended that part of my life. im happier now. because of you, and because of that struggling, i am happier now. i want you to wear the ring.” and will does. he wears it on his left hand, his middle finger, and he knows he’ll probably have to take it off aaaaall the time in the infirmary but right now that doesnt matter, because the ring is one finger away from a promise. it was odd to have such a romantic moment happening while boney m’s rasputin played in the background, but it was oddly suited to the moment and to their relationship.

all in all, it is easily wills best birthday ever.

- mod will

Existing

A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

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Chapter 8

‘Do you want the last cookie?’

The two of you had parked up somewhere outside of the city after grabbing your food, the fact that you were pretty much in the countryside surprising you where you hadn’t realized you’d travelled so far, but rather than being worried, you couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of your surroundings.

‘Don’t you want it?’ he asks, rolling his head toward you where he was reclined in his chair, a smile lingering around his lips when he sees that you’d leaned the chair back halfway so that you were almost laying down, and you shake your head at him with a smile as you offer him the chocolate disc, giggling when he leans in to take it from your hand with his teeth, and his eyes widen when you push it all the way into his mouth.

‘Yah! You’re just full of surprises today.’ He mutters when he manages to swallow the cookie, narrowing his eyes playfully at you before smiling, and settling your moment of hesitation where you worried you’d wound him up too much.

‘Do you always go driving like this?’ you ask quietly after a few minutes, taking in the way he was leaning back happily in his chair, his arm resting on the open window as wind blew gently through his hair, and his expression appeared peaceful. He shrugged as he turned his head forward, seeming to think for a moment before he spoke.

‘Not always. I go out with one or two of my friends mostly…but sometimes you just need some time alone…you know?’

‘Does that mean I get to be classed as your friend?’ you ask cheekily, waiting for him to comeback with some humorous response, and frowning when silence meets your words, until you look up at him and realize he was looking at you.

‘No.’

For a moment his blunt reply has you feeling uneasy, and your mind begins to wonder what to do in the situation as you shift your eyes down to your hands, but that’s before you hear him whisper the words;

‘I want you to be more than that.’

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anonymous asked:

That ask about Ryou going searching for Shiro made me think of something: Imagine Shiro and the other paladins seeing a broadcast about a special arena match featuring the return of the Champion and Shiro's heart just stopping when he see's a terrified looking Ryou on the screen.

welp.  You’ve done it now, nonnie.

“Shiro, could you come to the bridge please?”

The princess’ voice over the com and Shiro looked up from where he was working on training the rest of the team on hand-to-hand.  Lance took a pot shot at him with an elbow and Shiro, smiling a little, caught it in his palm without turning his head to look, peripheral vision easily catching the telegraphed move.

“Good job, Lance.  Always take the opening when you see it.”  He straightened and the rest of the team, looking relieved, and, in Hunk’s case, a little less scared, straightened as well.  “Be right there, princess.  All right team, take five. Then try out your new move on each other.  Gently.”

“That was her ‘uh oh’ tone,” Pidge observed, moving over to get her glasses.  Shiro didn’t comment on it because - well, Pidge was right.  Allura’s voice somehow got stiffer and even more enunciated and ‘proper’ when she was concerned about something.

“Uh oh voice?” Lance was suddenly interested - and giving Shiro the woolly eyeball.  Starting to grin.  “You’re in trouble,” he singsonged.  Shiro ran a towel over the back of his neck and debated getting back into his uniform.  He didn’t feel right coming into a situation, especially on the bridge and with Allura no less, out of uniform but he’d just get it dirty in his current state if he did and he didn’t think that tone of voice offered time for a shower and making himself presentable.   He accepted the water packet Hunk passed him with a smile and shook his head.

“Just keep up with your training.  I’ll be back to check on you once I get the chance.”

Lance gave him a salute - which he assumed meant the team was going to rest for at least ten minutes instead of five once he was out the door but he wasn’t going to call them on it.  They had been working hard.  Keith however fell into step next to him.  Shiro arched an eyebrow at him but Keith just scowled and kept pace with him for the door.  Keith had always stuck close but since the run in with Haggar and the crash landing on the planet with the space lizards, there was a definite shift in the way he - it wasn’t hovering but it certainly had a more protective feel to it.  Shiro appreciated it - and knew he was going to have to get it to stop.  Keith had other things he needed to concentrate on.  Just - not yet.  Whatever Allura wanted, Shiro didn’t have a problem with Keith hearing it too.  If anything happened to him, he wanted Keith to lead and that started with being part of making planes.

“What?  How come Keith gets to go?  Allura didn’t use her ‘uh oh’ voice on him.”

Which, Shiro suspected meant Lance was looking for a way out of more training but he shrugged.  It wasn’t as if they were keeping secrets about anything.

“Well, come on.”

Pidge and Hunk took one look at each other and scrambled to their feet as well, falling into quick step behind a trotting Lance.

Looked like Allura was getting the whole crew after all.

Not that she seemed particularly bothered by it, beyond a raised set of thin eyebrows when they all walked onto the bridge shortly after her call.  The main vid screen was up, trailing alien lettering across it like a marque sign.  A vicious looking face, something that looked like a bad mug shot, flared to life and somewhere in the back of Shiro’s mind, something went very cold.  His stomach rolled, nauseated without reason, and the next picture that flashed by was of the same alien, armed with dual knives the size of bastard swords in the middle of a fight, a frozen second of time in a death struggle that Shiro recognized the way a sick fever that had settled into the bones was recognizable each time it surfaced.  He averted his eyes from the screen and forced all his concentration on the princess.  Who was watching him with the tight lines of worry about her eyes.

“What’s going on?”  His voice at least stayed steady but he saw the way the other paladin’s craned their necks to see what was still flashing across the screen and he knew they were putting the math together and realizing what that was - and what it meant to him.  He refused to look at them.

“I’m sorry, Shiro,” still clipped but softer and he both appreciated that and registered that anything that started off with an apology was probably going to be uncomfortable, at the least, for him.  He unconsciously squared his already set shoulders and met her eyes.  He could do this.  He was the Black Paladin.  And he was the squad leader.  Everything else came second place to that.  Whatever Allura say she took it as her sign to continue.

“As you know, we had a constant monitor running on all the news sources we can access.  Both for any hints that will help us with assigning new targets and to keep an ear out for any news involving Voltron.  We programed in quite a few words that will immediately flag if they come up.”  She gave him another look, part apologetic, part ‘don’t ask me to apologize it was necessary’.  “One of those words is Champion.”

The sick feeling intensified, curling rotten in his gut, coiling up the back of his spine and wrapping around the base of it.  The fever dream feeling moved through the back of his brain, always there, just a little less dormant now.  He kept his jaw looked and his eyes straight ahead on her and he didn’t miss the way Keith stepped to his side and just a little behind him or the way the rest of the team went silent.  Coran interrupted.

“As you know, we run hundreds of words through the system every tic, sorting through the news and trying to find useful tips.  Most of its rubbish of course.  That and a few catchy song lyrics really.”  The brief distraction lost to his usual enthusiasm.  “But every now and then we get a useful hit!  Loose lips ground star ships and all that.”

“Right,” Allura took over again.  “We got a pip just a few moments ago.  It appears one of the more affluent planets is hosting a Gladiator event.”  Her tone made her opinion obvious as only Allura could.  Her eyes met his and her voice went gentler.  Almost apologetic again.  “Shiro, I thought you should see this.”

His common sense was screaming at him not to look.  That he already knew what the fighter scrolls looked like, that it would cause a flashback, that his team didn’t need to see him fall apart again - but if the princess thought it was important than he trusted her judgement.  Eyes narrowing a little, bracing himself, he turned to look at the screen. 

“They’re hailing it as quite the event.”  She paused, just for a second.  “And the core game is for the return of the Champion to the fight ring.”

The picture flashed up on the screen.  Dark close cut hair except for the longer fringe in the front, stormy grey eyes, a lean square face.  Shiro went completely still.  The universe stopped, in that split second, just before it crashed like broken glass into sand and something, small and foolish, thought - if he would just not move, maybe the rest of the world wouldn’t either and this wouldn’t be real.  Lance made a surprised noise.  And, surprisingly, it was Hunk that spoke, voice cracking a little, in surprise and hurt.

“Instructor Ryou?”

The ‘mug shot’ was a little out of focus and the man in it looked a bit worse for the wear, bruised and hollow cheeked, lip split.  But it was the eyes that tore the heart right out of Shiro.  The wide, scared, lost looking, unprepared eyes.

“Who?” Lance wanted to know as Pidge made a small squeaking noise and said:

“I didn’t realize they were identical.”

The next still was of the same man, the man that looked so much like a younger Shiro from only a year ago, teeth bared, pure fury and anger across his face, features splashed with something dark and teeth bared in a snarl as he lunged at something much bigger than him bare handed.

“It’s his brother.  Shiro’s twin brother.”  Keith was explaining but it was all buzzing in Shiro’s ears, somewhere distant and hollow.  He could taste metal in his mouth, tinny and foreign.

“He’s supposed to be on Earth though,” Keith’s voice was still going.  “He shouldn’t be out here.”

Safe on Earth.

Anywhere but here.

“Suit up, team.”  Shiro’s voice was flat and deathly calm.  He was already heading for his compartment, stride intent and irrevocable.  “We’ve got a fight to stop.”

part 2

Vs Clans

Alright, let’s go back to the jungle, shall we? Enjoy!

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The dark jungle, despite its name, could be felt so alive as the sun’s rays find its ways through the densed trees, giving life to to its inhabitants. It was never too hot nor was it too cold here in Neverland. With its often vibrant blue sky on top of your head and the perfect temperature, oftentimes it would be a perfect weather for everything that you have planned out for the day. Well, most of the time. 

It did rain here in Neverland but only too rare for you that you could keep tabs of its periodicity. As far as you could remember, it rained at least once a month for the past few years. You never knew exactly how Neverland really worked. All you could assume that the rain was just a necessity here for the plants to live. 

“Y/n, so what’s your plan?” Tori, your most-trusted lost girl, asked in a hushed voice. 

Yes, that’s right. You have your very own clan of lost girls here in Neverland. Occasionally, you did wonder how you ended up here. All you could remember was that you threw a bean on the floor. The next thing you knew, you landed on this island. And you could still vividly remember the look Pan had worn on when he first saw you; absolute astonishment. It was then that you realized you made history to be the first girl to ever come to Neverland. 

At first, he took you in like he always did with other lost boys. He gave you a great place to sleep in, trained you to be like the lost boys and within a short period of time, you became his next trusted man (or girl) after Felix. It all went well… until he revealed his true colours. 

And that was when you decided to leave the camp. 

Soon after, his shadow started to bring in more girls into his team. Not really certain of why the change of recruitment but after knowing about this, you helped the girls to escape, with Tori being the first. As time passed, you managed to set all the girls free, thus creating a whole new clan of lost girls. 

It’s been some time since you rescued the last girl out of Pan’s camp. Guess he gave up after not being able to stop you from breaking the girls free. 

“Y/n. Y/n.” Tori called out, realising that you dazed out for a moment. 

With rapid eye blinking, you looked at Tori with a blank look. “Huh?” 

Tori leaned in closer as she spoke in a softer voice, making sure that you would now hear every word that she said. “What are we going to do now?” 

“Oh.” You rubbed your chin, as if thinking hard on the matter at hand. Finally, with a plan in mind, you whispered back to her. “Alright. Since the boys are out, we’ll sneak in and get back our stuffs. As for those two boys, we’ll just knock them out with poppies. Got it?” 

Tori nodded, fully understood of the instructions given. “Should I get the others?” 

“No. It’s too risky. I’m 100% sure that Pan knew we’ll be coming to his camp. I’m sure he’s put a trap somewhere. If there’s too many of us, it might alert Pan.” 

“Alright.”

“Okay. On the count of three, we’ll get ready to sneak in.” Tori bowed down her head slightly.

“One… Two…” And off you two, walking as slowly as you can into Pan’s camp to avoid even the slightest snap of a small twig.

As you entered the camp, you stood behind a large tree as you watched the two boys sat by the fire ring where the blazing campfire would be ignited every night. 

“Got the poppies?” Tori asked in a low voice, lower than it was before.

You nodded while showing your handful of pink powder. You mouthed the numbers as you counted to three and on three, you threw the powder over to the boys. Successfully, the powder did its work, knocking them out into their deep slumber.

“Great. Use this basket.” You said as you emptied out a basket that was originally filled with the lost boys’ equipments. “Grab as much of our stuffs as you can and bring back to our camp.” You spoke with a normal voice, confident that it’s safe for the both of you.

Tori and yourself went off to seize back your items as much as possible that both of you were able to carry. As you went over to their weaponry area, a funny feeling hit you. But you were not able to point out exactly what it was. Not wanting to waste too much time wrapping your head around it, you pushed the feeling away. You continued to grab your weapons that Pan and the lost boys had stolen from your clan.

“Finally!” You said in excitement as you stared at your bow that was hung on the wall beside your dagger. Instantly, you grabbed your treasured weapon and hung it across your shoulder, along with your quiver that was filled with your handmade arrows.

“Y/n.” Tori said in a shaky voice. But your excitement overwhelmed you, thus causing you not to be able to hear Tori clearly. You continued to make yourself comfortable with your quiver and bow already on your shoulder.

“Y/n.” She repeated. 

“Yeah?” You turned to face her. To your surprise, Felix was having his arm around her neck while placing the blade of his knife right at her jugular vein. You looked around, realising that they had you surrounded. You were stunned for a moment, unknowing of what to do next. 

“Why so surprised, lass?” A husky voice was heard from the tree above you. Without looking up, you knew too well to whom it belongs to. Your left side of your faint red lip tugged upwards, creating a sinister smirk on your face.

“Who says I’m surprised?” You took a pause as you stared at his face who was then standing in front of you. “Pan.”

“Y/n.” Pan spoke in a high voice. “It’s been so long since I saw you. Never thought I would ever see you again.” 

Reflexively, you pulled out your dagger that was strapped to your waist and placed its tip on Pan’s heart. Instead of fear that you had expected to see, Pan kept a smile on his face. It was then that you had experienced an epiphany. 

“You knew I would come, didn’t you?” You questioned Pan with your voice gradually rising. “You never intended to steal from us. You knew I would come to get my bow back. It was all a trap!” 

Pan’s smirk told you that everything that you said was true. Anger started to burn in you. Your face turned red, trying to contain that burning fire. 

“Why so angry, love?” His words fueled your anger.

You furrowed your eyebrows, could not believed the rhetorical question that he just posed. Honestly, you are asking me that dumb question? 

“Come on, love. How else am I going to get you to come?”

“Why do you want me to come?” You spoke still with a risen voice, pushing your digger slightly inwards, though not harming Pan. 

“I want to talk.”

“What is there to talk-“ 

Before you could finish your sentence, something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. You could see Felix’s knife got too close to Tori’s neck, causing her neck to bleed slightly. Sense of worry starts to set in. Even though it was just a small injury, that’s your girl right there, someone you have always looked out like a dear sister. You will never allow anyone to harm her, even in the slightest bit. 

Your attention moved to Felix as you looked at him with darted eyes. He saw your fierce look, confirmed by his change of facial expression. "If you hurt my girl, Felix, you are going to get it from me." 

Felix cackled at your small threat, though he knew extremely well your capabilities and the extent of injury that you could inflict on others. No surprise he was as cocky as his smug leader.

"Look, love.” His voice pulled back your attention to him. “I just wanna talk." 

"What is there to talk about, Pan?” You spoke with a stern voice. 

“How about we talk alone, in the woods?” His raised eyebrows annoyed you. Ever since you left the camp and the boys, a talk with him had never turned out the way you expected. 

You looked down to the ground beneath, deliberating hard on whether you should honour his request, slowly putting down the knife away from Pan.

If you were to follow him into the woods, who knows what kind of harm he intended for you. And currently, your bow was slung across your shoulder, and not in your hands. To reach out for it now would only invite unnecessary attacks from his boys. 

But if you were to refuse him, you knew he and his boys would go battle you right at the spot where you were standing. Despite the fact that you could take Pan’s boys down easily, or perhaps with a slightly more effort, you always tried hard to not hurt these boys. They were not the ones at fault; Pan was. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll go with you." 

"No!” Tori screamed, still stuck in Felix’s grasp.

“Don’t worry, Tori. I can handle this.” You turned back to Pan, still standing in front if you. “But on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“Give back our stuffs and let her go." 

"That’s two conditions, love.” Pan spoke with his two fingers lifted.

“You’re seriously gonna bargain with me? That’s our stuffs in the first place and it was never yours to take. And Tori has nothing to do with the feud between us. Let. Her. Go.

“Yeah, you are right. Fine.” Pan looked at Felix as he tilted he gestured with his head, telling him to let her go.

Your eyes followed Tori’s steps while she collected all your stuffs and put them in the basket that you pointed out earlier. You could see fear in her eyes, afraid of what Pan might do to her esteemed leader. You shook your head, knowing exactly what’s in her mind. Calling out for the girls would be a bad idea and it would only create unnecessary mess.

You looked at her with stern eyes, reaffirming your point to Tori. Now that her facial expression had changed, you nodded, certained that she understood your instruction.

As you watched her struggling to carry that heavy basket, you voiced out. “Seriously, Felix? You are going to let her carry that on her own?”

Felix looked up to his leader, asking him what he should do. Pan nodded. “Go on, Felix.”

Understanding Pan’s signal, Felix carried the heavy load and walked into the woods, with Tori leading the way. Even though Felix can be quite cocky most of the times, you knew he is one to be trusted and you could expect no funny business from him, unlike Pan.

With them disappearing from sight, you turned your attention back to Pan. You looked at him with a what’s-next look.

“Boys, stand down.” The boys lowered their weapons. Those who were surrounded you from the higher grounds climbed down. Despite the feud, you smiled at the boys, especially to those familiar faces.

“Come with me.” Obediently, you followed behind Pan.

Feeling that you have reached a comfortable distance away from the hearing of others, you started to speak, stopping Pan from walking any further. “So, out with it.”

“Y/n. This rivalry, between us, it’s got to end.”

“It will only stop when you allow those who wished to leave, to get out of this bloody island.” You spoke with unwavering voice, making sure to get your message across.

“Love, you know that’s never going to happen.”

“Why not?!”

“The moment you step foot on this island, you will never be allowed to leave.” You tsk-ed at him, annoyed by his illogical answer.

“Why not? All you got to do is to allow it.”

“That’s the rule of Neverland, honey. Besides, what’s so bad about staying here? There’s no adults to tell you what to do, to say what is right and what is wrong. You got the freedom that you’ve always wanted. And you will never aged! Besides, isn’t that the reason why you are here in the first place?”

Pan’s words caught you speechless. As much as you don’t want to admit it, he did made a valid point. Because of the abandonment you felt, you left your town and hoped that the magic bean would bring you to a place where you can have your freedom and no worries. And that was what it did exactly when you landed in Neverland.

“Why so quiet, love? Cat got your tongue?”

“Shut up.” You snapped, not willing to admit that he was right. Your ego was in the way of that.

“Look, love. I just want this feud to end. Besides, there’s another clan on the ri-” Before he could finish, you interfered.

“What?! Another clan?” You cackled. “Ooh… I’m so going to enjoy this.”

Pan furrowed his eyebrow. “It’s not funny, love.”

“It is!” You continued laughing. But Pan was lost for words. “Who’s the leader of that clan and how many of them?”

“Mike.” You nodded, as expected. He’s one hot-headed guy, always chasing for power. No wonder he went off to start his own clan.

“Last I know, there was a few of them. And they are on the rise.”

“Come on, Pan. You can take them down so easily. You are the king of Neverland, for goodness sake.” But then, you realised Pan was lost for words. Why?

Growing impatient, you spoke again. “Tell me. What do you really want exactly?”

“I want you.”

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Can I have him?

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nuvoleincielo  asked:

Hi Pia! Congrats on the followers milestone! I'd like to request a drabble: supernatural!Seb (I adore the werewolf, but maybe you could do the angel?) x reader, with the prompt "I tried, but I can't stay away from you anymore" (or "there's no going back if we do this"). Thanks!

Fall Into You

He doesn’t want to call it breaking the law. If he’s being honest, he’s just doing his job. Which he was told not to do. Not where you were concerned. The celestial order had come through loud and clear. His interest in you was starting to go beyond what was considered acceptable, and you were removed from his charge, left alone until a new guardian angel could be assigned to you.

That was four months ago. Four months without that shadow you had sometimes seen in the corner of your eye, without the lightest brush against your cheek that you’d always assumed was the wind, without protection from all the harm that lurked in the darkness. Four months since he stopped appearing in his human form at the coffee shop you worked at. No more lattes with hearts on them, no more friendly greetings when he came inside, sometimes pretending to be in a rush, sometimes early with an easy smile where he could allow himself to linger.

For four months, he’d tried to work as if you hadn’t been ripped from him, each moment spent away from you causing anguish in his soul, an echo no doubt felt by his brothers and sisters. Why hadn’t anyone been assigned to you yet? Why were you left to fend for yourself? For that matter, why had he not been assigned to someone new, why had heaven left him without a new ward, alone and with all of eternity to pine for that which he by virtue of being an angel had to be denied? If their intention was to punish him, then job well done. He longed for you, his thoughts straying down dark paths in the quiet hours of the night.

What if…

It was a thought that he’d never dreamed of entertaining, not before he met you at least. There had been whispers, rumours heard all across the eons, the most famous of all used as a cautionary tale among the living. Fallen angels. The name tasted sour on his tongue. He wasn’t a rebel, not some soldier stepping out of line, declaring war on heavenly order. 

He wished he could clip his wings to be with you, free from the rules, free to love you like he wanted to. That could not be a crime, not in comparison.

Over the four months since he was separated from you, the thought has taken root, consumed him, swayed him back and forth. He would have moments of resolve, ready to clips his wings and fall from heaven, only to be pulled back by sense of duty, the ever-present patience and faith in his calling.

His heart clenches uncomfortably, a gasp clawing its way up his throat. You. He finds you moments later, crouched on the floor of your small apartment, breathing laboured and your hands covering your face. He’s seen you enough to know you sometimes despair, the dark rings under your eyes a stark contrast to your cheery smile. It’s the first time he’s seen it in person, and it’s splintering something inside him, letting the resolve seep freely through the cracks.

Unseen, he kneels behind you. His whispers go unheard, and if you feel the soft brush of his wings coming to embrace you, you don’t let it show. Moments tick by, and he keeps expecting to be ripped away again for being in your presence. No righteous light comes, you’re left alone to savour each other even if you aren’t fully aware of him. He makes his decision there. If no one’s coming for either of you, then he can’t leave you. He’ll gladly forsake his duty for your happiness.

Monday comes, and you drag yourself to work. The weekend was rough, too many hours spent on your own, making you absurdly long for Monday, for distraction, for whatever may come. You don’t know what it is that tugs at you when the bell rings at 8.04 am, but you know. Looking up, your heart warms. You haven’t seen him in months, and he’s back. Vanilla latte, extra foam, always with a heart.

“Hello, stranger,” you greet him, the smile you give him genuine.

For a second he looks almost confused, but breaks into a smile of his own, lighting up the room. His hair is dishevelled, curls falling down to almost cover his brilliant blue eyes, a cobalt as lovely as the sky.

“Hi.”

“Been a while since we’ve seen you around here,” you comment, wishing you’d had the balls to say I instead of we.

“Yeah. Kinda… tried giving up coffee,” he says with a snicker.

“And how’s that working for ya.”

“I tried, but I can’t stay away from you anymore.” His eyes bulge, his mouth falling open before he’s stuttering out an apology. “God, I mean- no! From coffee! Stay away from coffee!”

Laughing, you shake your head, going about making his order. If he can’t stay away, he’ll be bound to want his regular order. Grabbing a mug, you take out your pen, then hesitating.

“Sorry, what was your name again?”

He bites his lip, regarding you with a curious look.

“Sebastian.”

“Sebastian,” you repeat, writing down his name in your best script. “Well, Sebastian, I’m glad you couldn’t stay away.”

Maybe it’s your imagination, but you swear you hear him mumble something under his breath.

“Me, too.”

Caught in a Storm

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4216

Warnings: Smut, fingering, blood kink, very slight dub!con, sex with strangers, unprotected sex, slight angst but not really.  

Summary: You’re on your way to a new school and new life when a freak storm and some bad timing lead you into the arms of a dark stranger. 

A/N: This is for @roxy-davenport SPN Birthday Celebration, it was a few days late but I think I like how it turned out. My prompt was the movie Susperia(1977), blood!kink, demon!dean x reader, and the quote “Was that supposed to scare me?”   

Covering your head with the back of your jacket, watching as the rain poured down around you, you rushed towards the door. It was late, and part of you doubted that anyone would be here to let you in. Still, it was going to be hard to find a hotel in a strange city in the middle of the night, while trying to navigate through the horrible weather. Knocking as loud as possible, your fist banging against the wood and pounding out a dull thud you could hear echoing inside. Closing your eyes, letting out a silent prayer that it was going to be noisy enough to rouse someone.

Pressing your face against the seam you tried to hear any signs of life coming from inside, but it was silent.

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Light of the Stars

Fandom: The Lord of The Rings

Pairing: Legolas x Elf!Reader

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Word Count: 2890

Warning: None, fluffy fluff fluff. 

Notes: Another completed request for s-writings . :) I hope you like it, dear. I had fine writing, and I am very appreciative that you requested one from me. <3

I hope y'all enjoy!~

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Strangers (Pt. III)

Josh Dun Series

Part I  Part II

Summary: Two personalities coincidentally face each other again after four years of not exchanging a word. They have been best friends ever since they were in their single digits; until one person unexpectedly chooses to abandon the other, causing the invincible friendship to vanish over time.

(A/N): I hope you guys are happy with the way this chapter turned out  x

Words: 1,915

Their eyes lit up as the sunlight meets their skin.  

“Let‘s go get something to eat, I‘m starving“ Josh suggests, already grabbing his jacket and keys.

“You‘re speaking my mind“ she smiles, looking forward to enjoying the gorgeous weather.

They both agree on Starbucks, since it‘s right around the corner. Unfortunately, there‘s already a huge line at the counter by the time the pair arrive at the parking lot, but that doesn‘t really bother them. Shrugging, the two of them walk towards the building and stop at the end of the queue, aware of the fact that they‘ll be standing here for at least the next ten minutes.

Josh stands with his arms hugging (Y/N) from behind while nuzzling into her neck, humming a faint melody as they wait for their order. 

“Oh my god, are you two dating?“ a high pitched voice shrieks behind them. 

They turned around to two girl around the age of 14 rushing their way. One of them has light brown hair and an overwhelmingly shocked expression on her face. The other trailing behind has light blue dyed hair, looking like she‘s about to experience the most embarrassing event in her entire life, thanks to her friend. 

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Hollow Chapter 7

Description: When a mysterious Feral Monster shows up in New Home, things start to get a little crazy for royal guard Cadet Sans.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Sticking close to the tunnel wall Papyrus moved swiftly. Undyne’s phone call had given him a buzz of adrenaline, enough to manage a teleport but he knew he was pushing it.  ‘It would really suck to hit my limit now but I have to risk it.’

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All I Want • Obi-Wan Kenobi

Request 1: “could you do one where you’re badly injured, not near any med centers so Obi-Wan has to patch you up and ends up having sex with you”
Request 2: “do a cute little reader insert with obi wan . Where he visits the reader in hospital and cheers them up" 

I hope you don’t mind that I combined these two requests and also that I didn’t go too in to detail with the smut scene. In all honesty, I didn’t really want to focus on the smut in this one. Hope you guys like it !!

MINOR SMUT AHEAD


You were quite proud of yourself. You had just defeated a large group of commando droids and only suffered from a cut to your collarbone. There were six of them, you counted. Luckily, you were quite a skilled Jedi and you were able to defeat them all with no help at all. It was kinda your fault, however, for exploring a Separatist base while your mission partner, Obi-Wan Kenobi, was distracted. 

Obi-Wan was the type of Jedi you couldn’t stand. He was snarky, cocky, sarcastic, and uptight. If he knew what you had just done, he would not have commended you for your act of bravery, but would have most likely scolded you for sneaking off. "With great power comes great responsibility” you could hear him droning on and on. You rolled your eyes.

He didn’t like you much either. At least, that’s what you assumed. Ever since that mission with Obi-Wan and Quinlan, Obi-Wan didn’t seem to be thrilled when you were paired up. It wasn’t your fault you refused to follow the flawed Jedi Code. It wasn’t your fault you liked to have fun. It wasn’t your fault you knew what was best for the mission and Obi-Wan thought the same.

You were cut short from your rambling thoughts when the sound of blaster fire broke you out of them. You spun around, eyes widening at the sight. Five more commando droids came flipping down the long corridor. The blaster shots barely missed you as you ducked and twisted out of the way. You ignited your lightsaber and hoped you could fight off this wave of droids. 

First it was a shot to the upper thigh that slowed you down. The burning was almost unbearable, but you couldn’t stop fighting. The next one was a shot just below your rib cage which sent you to the ground. The final shot hit you somewhere near your hip, causing you to cry out. You couldn’t get up, you could barely move. Your vision was turning blurry when you saw the face of the commando droid and the barrel of its blaster inches from your face. This was it. 

That’s when his blue lightsaber cut through the droid’s neck, sending its head tumbling down next to you. Your breathing was erratic as the pain consumed you. You didn’t care that your least favorite Jedi had to come rescue you or that you were almost killed. All your thoughts could focus on was the furious burning of your wounds.

“What were you thinking, (y/n)?” you were surprised. You expected Obi-Wan to be angry at you for your stupid actions, but his voice did not hold anger. His voice was a mixture of pain and concern. “Where are you hit?” he asked frantically, glancing around to make sure there were no more commando droids on their way. You couldn’t speak in fear of just screaming. You hadn’t felt this much pain since Count Dooku sliced up your abdomen pretty good. 

Obi-Wan knew he wouldn’t get anything out of you immediately, so he had to make a quick decision. Before you could protest, he scooped you up into his arms. This caused your wounds to tear slightly and you cried out in agony. He hated the fact that there was nothing he could do for the pain. Obi-Wan muttered a string of apologies and tried to calm you with the force.


You clung to him as tightly as you could as he ran with you in his arms. You were coming in and out of consciousness, which terrified Obi-Wan beyond belief. He couldn’t lose you, not now. He had just lost Satine to Darth Maul because he wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough. He vowed he would not let the same happen to you. 

“I’m going to have to patch you up myself” he nodded to you, setting you down in his tent. He propped you up against his sleeping bag. You groaned at the stinging pain, hoping Obi-Wan would hurry it up with tending to your wounds. You knew you were losing blood and you knew you were minutes away from certain death.

Obi-Wan scrambled back into the tent, clutching gauze, burn cream, and peroxide. You let your head fall against the back of his sleeping bag as you sighed sharply. “It’s about damn time” you hissed, biting your lip to suppress the groan. Obi-Wan ignored you completely as he scanned your body to assess your injuries. His face turned a deep shade of pink before he spoke again.

“I’m going to take off your clothes” he told you. “In order to get to your wounds to cure them, you can’t have them in the way” he explained as he slowly and gently slid your tank top off of you. You wanted to make a remark, but when the wave of pain hit you again, all you could do was clamp your mouth and eyes shut and let it pass. 

Obi-Wan removed your pants as well so that he could get to the wound on your upper thigh. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would have been laughing heartily at the look on his face. You could tell his focus was faltering as he fixed you up, but you didn’t say anything. You were just relieved that you were not going to die at the hands of commando droids.


As odd as it sounds, you weren’t uncomfortable at all laying in front of Obi-Wan in just your undergarments. In fact, you felt at peace. Your smirk never left your face as Obi-Wan’s eyes kept ghosting over your exposed skin. The two of you had been sitting in silence for a few minutes now. You were fine with it, but apparently he was not. 

“(y/n)” he spoke urgently. Your gaze shifted to his eyes which were glazed over with something you’d never seen before. If you thought Obi-Wan was acting weird before, you didn’t know what to call this. “You’re…you’re very, um, beautiful” he stuttered, quickly glancing away from you as you tilted your head to the side in wonder. 

“Alright, first your reaction to me being injured, then your constant staring, now this? If I didn’t know any better, Master Kenobi, I would think you are starting to grow attached to me” you meant it as a joke, honestly. However, once you saw his eyes again, you knew you were onto something. He began ringing his hands nervously and expertly avoided your prying gaze. 

“Obi-Wan,” you began, scooting closer to him. It would have hurt a lot more if he hadn’t pumped you full of pain killers from the first aid kit. You rested your hand on his shoulder. “Look at me” you demanded. He hesitated for a moment before lifting his head to face you. His cheeks were inflamed and you could tell the embarrassment was consuming him. 

“Are you…do you feel that way for me?” you asked curiously. You always thought this man would never bat an eye at you for fear of breaking the Code. It always pissed you off for reasons unknown to you. His slight nod and sheepish half smile gave you the answer. There was always something about him. You never really hated him, quite the opposite actually. 

“I know you don’t feel the same and I won’t force you to. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. That was actually the reason I hid it from you for so long” he sighed. “I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. I can’t help it. You’re such an amazing person and you make me happy just by existing. I can’t get rid of these forbidden feelings and I-I just don’t know what to do..” he trailed off, looking away again.

Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed his face and forced him to stare into your eyes. “I feel the same” you whispered, a grin spreading across your pink cheeks. Obi-Wan let out a light chuckle before pressing his lips to yours hastily. 

Maybe you were being cliche, but kissing Obi-Wan felt like all the stars and the planets aligned. As if everything in the universe was perfect at that very moment. You assumed Obi felt it too, since his smile grew against your lips. His hands traveled down to your bare hips. He rubbed delicate circles onto them, pulling his lips away only for a moment before he surged forward again.

You hummed contently into his mouth and grabbed the back of his neck to pull him closer. Obi-Wan let out a groan when you nibbled on his bottom lip. He gently laid you down onto his sleeping bag and propped himself up on top of you. You knew exactly where this was headed, and you didn’t want it to stop. You wrapped your arms around Obi-Wan’s neck and brought him down onto you.

The tent was filled with your breathy moans and Obi-Wan’s deep groans as the air around you heated. Obi-Wan kissed and sucked in places that had you yearning for his touch even more, if that were possible. His thrusts were deep and quick, causing the utmost pleasure to erupt in the pit of your stomach. He found his release when you did, and the intimate moment shared between the two of you was filled with pure bliss.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” Obi-Wan murmured, wrapping you in his arms. Tomorrow the two of you would leave the planet and return to Coruscant so that you could visit the med bay. For now, you were content with laying in Obi’s arms and being lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat and soft breathing. 


You sighed in annoyance as the healer left your med room. Four days in the same hospital bed was going to drive you insane, especially after yesterday’s events. Now, all you would have to think about was the way Obi-Wan held you. He said he felt very deeply for you, but maybe he wasn’t in his right mind. After all, you were nearly dying and he was very flustered. 

You closed your eyes and tried to meditate, hoping that maybe you would find answers. To your dismay, all of your thoughts were too scattered to be able to draw them to one place. You were frustrated and upset and in a bit of pain. Physical and emotional. That’s when you heard the light knock and felt the presence of the one you had recently discovered your feelings for, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

He cautiously stepped inside your room, instantly blushing when he saw you. You felt the heat rise to your face, but tried to put it off. He was probably here to apologize for yesterday’s events and inform you more on the Jedi Code. It seemed like a very Obi-Wan thing to do, so you mentally prepared yourself for the disappointment. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Obi-Wan asked softly as he approached your bed. You shifted to sit up slightly and winced. “I’m a little surprised that the painkillers you gave me yesterday were stronger than the ones they have me on now. Other than that, I’m fine” you shrugged. You felt the need to avoid his gaze and sink away from him from your embarrassment. Obi-Wan noticed this.

“You don’t have to tell me, I already know” he sighed, his eyes shifting to his feet. You gave him a confused look which caused him to elaborate. “You didn’t mean what you said yesterday. It was the heat of the moment. Now being around me makes you uncomfortable, just what I knew would happen. I just came to tell you that if you never want to see me again, I will do my best to stay out of your way” Obi-Wan nodded, biting his lip and turning away again.

Your heart clenched at the thought of saddening him. That most certainly wasn’t what you were going to say. “What are you talking about?” you laughed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. “Yesterday was amazing. I was afraid that you felt it was a mistake, but it seems we’ve both underestimated each other” you smiled up at him. 

Obi-Wan raised a brow at you as a grin appeared on his plump lips. “I…I guess so” he stammered. He sat down on the chair next to your bed and grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles. His beard ticked the skin of your hand and made you laugh. “So, what are we going to do about all of this?” you finally asked him. Obi-Wan leaned over you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Well, my dear, as soon as you get better I will arrange for us to attend a mission on a planet in the Outer Rim. We’ll just have to see where it goes from there” he smirked. You felt your cheeks once again heat under his devious gaze. You leaned up and pecked his lips again. 

“I guess so” you mocked him, earning a playful scowl from Obi. It seemed the next four days wouldn’t be so bad after all….

Believe It or Not. Part 5.

Summary: y/n has taken it upon herself to make it noticeable how done she is with the boys… And they’re noticing.

Content: fluff(;

(Based off 1x05 “The Tell”)

She got out of the shower and pulled on a blue hoodie and gray joggers for the night.

The house was still empty and her mom wouldn’t be home until morning probably, all she was working lately was night shifts.

She slowly walked towards Scott’s room, not surprised when she found no one there. She signed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of water, then made her way to sit criss-crossed on the coach before turning on the tv.

The news was the first channel that popped up, and usually She would’ve skipped right past it but Y/n saw the sheriff in the back standing by Jackson.

The headline read out, “rabid animal attacked two teens, one man dead.”
It looked like they were at a movie store. So now beacon hills has crazy animals on the loose?
- - -
She made her ways through the hall silently, just like the rest of the school. I mean of course it was noisy with teenagers talking, but the taking fades out and you don’t really hear the words anymore.

On her way to class she passed by Scott standing with Allison at her locker, it must have been her birthday because she could see balloons peeking out from the inside. Usually she would’ve said hi, but this time she just settled for one greeting.

“Hi Allison,” she waved to the girl, “Happy Birthday.” She added as Allison waved back and said thank you, returning to her conversation with Scott.

I showed up and took my seat in front of Stiles without making any eye contact with him what’s so ever.

“Hi, y/n.” He attempted. He knew it was a bad attempt, but he did it anyway.

All she did was open her book and pull out a highlighter, and began reading the assigned chapter.

Disappointed, Stiles did the same and started to highlight every line of the textbook like his life depended on it. Which didn’t go unnoticed to Mr.Harris.

“Mr. Stilinski. Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs, it’s chemistry, not a coloring book.”

Y/n laughed at the comment that embarrassed the boy. Stiles just kind of glanced at her but she still hasn’t looked at him once, he figured he was better off just leaving her be at this point, so he turned to talk to Danny. Quietly so y/n wouldn’t hear, at least he hoped.

“Hey, Danny, can I ask you a question?” He whispered to the boy.

“No.”

“Well, im going to anyways. Um, did Lydia show up in homeroom today?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Of course, he’s asking about Lydia, she thought.

“No.” Danny finally looked at Stiles.

“Okay, can I ask you another question?” Stiles pried. The girl was now fully focused on the scene in front of her.

“Answers still no.”

“Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?”

Now Stiles had both Danny’s and Y/n’s complete and undivided attention.

“He wouldn’t tell me.” Danny whispered back.

“But he’s still your best friend, one more question.” Stiles moved his stool a little closer to Danny, causing y/n to lean over the table.

“Do you find me attractive?”

Y/n couldn’t believe she actually liked this boy, yet she laughed quietly to herself anyway.
- - -
Y/n went through her next classes not seeing Scott or Stiles anywhere, were they seriously ditching school now?

She ran home quickly to grab some dinner, when she got home there was pasta on the stove and not from her mom that read out, ‘off to parent conferences early to get Scott’s done. Text me when you’re on your way.’

She quickly ate and grabbed a bigger jacket since it was starting to get dark outside and made her way towards the school.

Her conferences went really smoothly, all her teachers could tell her mom was that she’s an amazing student and they never have any problems with her.

Y/n and her mom were standing out in the hallway so Melissa could call Scott, because he hadn’t shown up yet.

“Where the hell are you? Get to the school now.”

Melissa hung up the voicemail she left and turned to y/n.

“What’s going on with your brother?” y/n just shrugged, “I wish I knew.”

Y/n and her mom ran into Allison’s parents and found out that they both had skipped the day together. Mr. Argent was accusing her mom of bad parenting, so y/n jumped in.

“Sorry, Mr. Argent, but how do we know skipping class wasn’t Allison’s idea?”

Everyone just kind of stopped walking and looked at the young girl, Chris opened his mouth to say something to her and then a car pulled right in front of them blinding them with the headlights.

Both Scott and Allison got out of the car. Once they were close enough every parent broke out into a fit of complaining that y/n couldn’t even keep track of what they were saying. Stiles walked up then looked as if he wished he would’ve stayed away.

“It’s not his fault,” Allison interjected, “it’s my birthday, and we-”

She was cut off by a mountain lying sprinting across the parking lot and scaring the shit out of everyone. Scott grabbed Allison and his mom pulled them behind him, y/n was a little further away however and no one knew what to do considering the animal was staring right at her, baring its teeth.

Y/n’s eyes widened in terror, she was frozen. It took one step towards her and that’s when she felt a pair of arms pull her away just as the rabid animal began to leap towards her. Y/n heard a gunshot ring out, and after it did no more screams or feet running could be heard. Her eyes were shut, but she assumed the animal was dead. She realized she was still lying on the ground, so she opened her eyes and saw that she wasn’t lying on the hard concrete because she was laying on top of Stiles. She looked at him and his eyes immediately caught hers.

“Are you okay?” He asked while trying to stand up and bring her with him. He kept his hands wrapped around her arms so he could hold her in front of him.

“Im okay.” She nodded, seeing the genuine worry in his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re not hurt?” He asked again, checking her up and down to make sure there were no cuts and bruises. But she truly was fine, so she grabbed his hand causing him to look at her in the eye again.

“Im okay, I promise.” She re-assured him. He gave her a small smile before wrapping her in his arms in a hug. He felt so much relief in that moment. And she felt safe.

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