This weeks entry into the prompt game at @tonystarkstoga. It’s early and a bit of a rushed job because I’m multitasking but I hope you enjoy another Tony & his kidnappers drabble!
“Fuck this, he’s right.”
Tony preens. He’s always right–well, mostly–but it’s always nice to have other people acknowledge it.
“Just kill him and be done with it,” the masked guy orders after another moment of silent contemplation.
Tony blinks. Tilts his head. Goes over the words again.
“Yeah,” he drawls, even as he not-nervously side-eyes the henchman who’s already reaching for his gun. “That’s almost the exact opposite of what I was going for.”
Masked guy and all of his minions–too bad they aren’t yellow and cute, Tony would have appreciated the sight a lot more–all turn to stare at him. He can’t make out their expressions but he’s pretty sure they’re gaping.
“You’ve spent the last hour going on and on about every mistake we’ve made in kidnapping you, every trace we’ve left behind, every possible outcome this will have,” Masked guy states, crosses his arms in front of his chest.
Which is a fair point. And yes, in retrospect, possibly not the smartest thing Tony could’ve done. But it’s just nagging at him, all the silly rookie mistakes these guys have made, it’s so pathetic. He can’t help but want to make this little game of hide and seek between these guys and the Avengers a little more interesting.
(Let’s not delve into how they managed to capture him in the first place, because that was just low.)
“True,” Tony admits. “But you’re forgetting that I’ve been very helpful too. I think you owe it to me not to kill me until my slightly-less-efficient-than-anticipated rescue team shows up.”
Masked guy snorts unattractively. “Go ahead, shoot him. And then lets get out of here.
Too bad. Well, it was worth a try.
Also where the heck is his team? They’re usually a lot faster than this.
“You know how I told you kidnapping was a bad idea because my overprotective killer-boyfriend was going to rip you into tiny pieces and feed to your friend over there with a smile?” he asks, strains against his bindings. The rope refuses to give though. “Just imagine what he’s gonna do when he finds out you’re pointing a gun at me.”
“Or don’t,” a thankfully familiar voice calls from above, right as the first screams sound. “I’ve heard the reality is always better.”
There’s the gentle “srrrr” of an arrow and then Clint’s standing in front of Tony, smirking down at him. “Threatening them with your boyfriend? Really, Stark?” he raises an eyebrow.
“Yes, well, if you would’ve been on time for once in your life I could’ve spared all of us the embarrassment,” Tony scowls right back. “Where are the others?”
“Beats me.” Clint shrugs, kicks a twitching henchman hard. “Let’s just follow the blood bath and wails for mercy.”
Twenty minutes later, Tony surveys the carnage with a resigned sigh.
“They never learn, do they?”
“They will,” his lover gently squeezes his shoulder. “We’ll teach them until they remember it.”
A/N: Hey loves, this is it! Chapter 6 is finally here after the long delay and it gets steamy as heck this time! ;) I’m super sorry for the long wait, this writer’s block is killing me haha! I hope you guys like it! Enjoy! -Delilah
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
You took a small step back, placing a hand on your chest.
Bucky gave you a small, sheepish smile,before looking over at the paintings in your room. There were countless ones, strung up on the little clothes line you put up, on the walls, on numerous easels. And every single one of them was of one person: Bucky.
He walked towards a specific one, which was a painting of him wearing his old military uniform. He was smiling that old, dorky little smile he used to give you. Behind him, was the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island. That was where you had your first date.
“You remember this?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at you with a smile. One that heavily resembled the painting. You nodded, feeling your cheeks heating.
“It was our first date, right?” you asked. He grinned this time, before looking back to the painting on the wall.
“I tried so hard to impress you that night,” he recalled as he ran his fingers over the artwork. “I kept trying to win that little teddy bear for you, but I kept missing every damn time.”
“You ended up stealing it instead.” You smiled as you recalled a very young Bucky as he hopped the counter when the man wasn’t looking and swiped the bear. You both ran so fast before the man could catch the two of you.
Bucky moved towards the next painting, which was one from the day you both made love for the first time. He was lying on his side, propped up onto his elbow as he peered down at you. The silver necklace you had given him was the only thing he was wearing, besides the sheets that were gathered around his waist. He was giving a lazy smile, his hair sticking up in random places.
“This was a really good night,” he chuckled; biting his lip as the memories of you withering beneath him came flooding back to his mind. He remembered exactly how you looked as he hovered over you, your moans filling the room as he pounded you into the mattress. And your breasts, man he loved those. He had seen all shapes and sizes back in his day, but yours were special. To him, they were perfection.
“You accidentally burned me with your cigarette right after that.” You reminded him, your eyebrow slightly rising. You could see the blush on his cheeks as he recalled the memory. Bucky loved to smoke in bed. Right after that picture, he lit a cigarette and forgot it was in his hand when the ash fell onto your shoulder, creating a dark scar.
Bucky slowly moved towards the last painting on the wall, which caught him off guard the most.
It was a recent one. He was sitting at the small table that belonged to the little rundown motel he had taken you to the day you were reunited. But this painting was different. Instead of him smiling, his face was set in a frown; his eyes were cold and lifeless.
“I take it you’re still mad about that night?” he asked as he turned around all the way this time.
“Well,” you began, stepping over some of the paint cans. “You did kidnap me and tie me up.”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he smirked. “You used to love being tied up.”
You blushed, giving his shoulder a playful punch as he laughed. For a split second, it felt like how it used to be: Bucky making you blush, while you both shared a laugh. One that you honestly hadn’t had in years.
The laughter slowly turned into cackles as Bucky jokingly poked your cheek. You giggled, crinkling your nose as you swatted his hand away.
You reached to his side and gently pinched his ribs, causing him to cackle and jerk away from you. Instantly, you let out another giggle.
“The Winter Soldier is ticklish?” You teased, smiling widely as he began backing away. He shook his head, his eyes wide as you began stalking towards him.
You lunged for him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down onto the tarp covered ground. You landed right on top of him with a dull thud.
“Y/N!” He laughed, his eyes crinkling from the giant smile he was currently wearing. “S-Stop!”
You ignored his pleas as you planted your fingertips onto his ribs and wiggled rapidly. He howled with laughter as you tickled him mercilessly. Truth be told, his smile did something to you. It made you want to sing every song in the world at the top of your lungs, or draw every thing that had to do with him.
You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed that Bucky had slid away from you, smirking devilishly. You blinked, looking over just in time to see him fly forward. He wrapped his arms around your smaller body and brought you onto the ground with him.
You gasped as one of the paint cans tumbled over, splashing the both of you with lilac colored paint.
You peered up at Bucky, who was hovering above you, watching you as if you were some interesting new discovery of some sort. He analyzed every single little feature on your face, along with your mannerisms.
You smiled up at him, noticing the same one he gave back.
Slowly, you noticed his paint covered fingertips brushing against your bottom lip, tracing the flesh lightly. You felt yourself leaning in, bringing your face near his as he did the same. It took him a second to understand, but when he did, he finally leaned in as well.
For a split second, your lips touched and you swore you could feel the fireworks. The warmth in your chest.
But this time, the ache in your skull was back, and from the pained look on Bucky’s face, it was affecting him as well.
“Bucky,” you breathed.
Bucky hovered over you, his beautiful blue eyes soft with nothing but love. Love he had for one person only: you.
“I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, staring into his eyes. “I’m a virgin.”
Bucky’s lips slowly curled upwards into a smile as he watched your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. You had never been with anyone before. You had been on a couple dates here and there, but in the end, it never worked out.
But Bucky, he was so different than the rest. He made you feel comfortable even in your time of need. He made you feel safe. Even when you were just holding hands, it felt so intimate not only on a physical level, but spiritually.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, sugar.” Bucky grinned, his voice growing soft. He reached down to you and gently moved a strand of your hair that had fallen upon your face.
“If it’s too much for you, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“But Bucky-” you protested.
“Y/N,” he clipped, his smile slowly turning into a frown. “This is supposed to be good for both of us, alright?”
You nodded, feeling your face heat up once more. You were so ready for this. You craved intimacy from Bucky, and now your wish was going to come true.
Bucky placed a small kiss onto your lips, his hand tracing your jawline, before pulling away from you. You watched as he pulled away from you and reaching over to his night stand and grabbing ahold of the condom.
Immediately, your heart began to race. Reality was hitting you like a brick wall now and you were realizing the seriousness of the situation. Bucky was going to make love to you. This was really happening.
He hurriedly slid the condom onto his thick length. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. You had never seen that part of the male anatomy before, and you were extremely impressed. Also, you were a bit intimidated as well. Bucky…well, he was big.
Noticing your shocked expression, he stopped his actions and peered down at you with a small, loving smile.
“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
You gulped, your gaze flickering from his length to his handsome face. You put on a fake smile.
“Nothing, Bucky…” you replied.
He raised his eyebrows before hovering over you once again. He placed small butterfly kisses onto your cheeks, moving down to your neck.
“Please don’t hide from me.” He begged, peering back up at you with puppy dog eyes, ones that made your heart swell.
“It’s gonna hurt,” you admitted. “You’re bit bigger than expected, Bucky.” He let out a chuckle before kneeling between your legs once more.
“It is gonna hurt, sugar,” he confessed as he gently pumped his cock with his hand. You immediately felt yourself becoming wetter by the second. “But it’s gonna get better, I promise. A couple minutes in and you won’t even feel it.”
You nodded, hypnotized by his movements and the small sighs that escaped his lips as he pleasured himself.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He said. His voice was lower, raspy with want.
You spread your legs wide, giving him a full view of your glistening core. You were soaked now and Bucky had to breathe to prevent himself from diving right in.
Once again, he leaned forward and hovered above your smaller body, positioning himself between your legs. You felt his cock rub against your folds, separating them.
Your hands wrapped around his neck, gently massaging his scalp with your fingers. This was it.
Bucky have you a small peck to your lips before rolling his hips forward, entering your heat.
You gasped, removing your hands from his neck and wrapping them around his biceps as he gave another experimental thrust. It hurt, you’d admit. But at the same time, it was somewhat pleasurable.
Bucky let out a groan, his heart thumping against yours wildly. His eyes were fixed on yours, burning into yours with intensity.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked as he thrusted into you once again. Your breath hitched as you felt a wave of pleasure course through your body.
“Bucky…” you whimpered, your eyes staring into his. “Do that again. Please!”
You let out a little “ah!” when he began a steady pace, his hips rolling into yours expertly, his cock hitting deeper and deeper inside of you.
Bucky looked so fucking gorgeous. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him no matter how hand you had tried. It’s as if his moans and gasps were enough to make you orgasm.
His lips were red and swollen from the kisses you had given him, but you didn’t care. You wanted nothing more than to make them even more swollen. His hair -jesus, it was wild just like you liked it.
His shoulders flexed each time he fucked you, giving you a show of his muscular body. One of your hands trailed down his back, resting onto his perfect little ass and gave it a small pinch.
He gasped, his eyes flying open and peering down at you with a grin. “You’re such a dirty girl, Y/N.” he spoke, sending your heart soaring through the sky.
You curiously looked down between your bodies. You let out a moan as you watched his cock entering your core, glistening with your juices. His skin hitting against yours only made it even more dirty and you yearned to hear it as much as you could.
You spread your legs wider, gently pulling Bucky into you with your hands on his lower back. You were in pure euphoria, and you wanted this every single day. Even if you had to quit your job, you’d gladly do it for a session with Bucky. It was so addicting.
“Oh my god!” you gasped, feeling your thighs trembling uncontrollably. You felt the strangest sensation between your legs, building deep within your body and spreading like wildfire. Your breaths became shaky little huffs as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.
Bucky was lost in you.
He was staring down at you, his lips curled into that loving smile he wore as he rolled his hips into you forcefully. The headboard of his bed slammed against his wall, creating small dents in it, but you both didn’t give a single care.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he moaned, his lips parting as he fucked you harder. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
You dug your nails into his back, resting your head onto his shoulder as his hips began to stutter. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he picked up his pace. A thin layer of sweat began to form on the two of you, but neither of you cared.
“Fuck, I-I think I’m….” You whimpered, feeling your body tense as the euphoric feeling began releasing throughout your body, shaking you to your core. You through your head back onto the pillows, letting out a blood curdling scream as Bucky fucked your first orgasm into you. Your mouth was open, forming a perfect little ‘O’.
Bucky’s hand went to your breast, kneading the soft flesh softly as he watched you release. He was so close behind you, he could feel himself growing closer and closer within each second. With a shout of your name, Bucky rested his head against yours and released himself into the condom, his body collapsing on top of yours.
You peered up at him with a smile, analyzing his blissed out face. He looked so beautiful like this, his hair messy and his eyes screwed shut from the immense pleasure you were giving him. You raised your hand and cupped his cheek.
“How was that, doll?” he huffed, his eyes half lidded as he gave you that dorky smile. You giggled, feeling nothing but pure love for him.
“That was…amazing, Bucky.” You replied. “I want this every day. I don’t care how tired I am.”
He let out a laugh, planting a kiss onto your cheek before rolling onto his back. He turned his back to you, reaching over for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and plucking one from the packet. He placed it between his lips before lighting it with the lighter he always carried around with him.
With a sigh, he rolled over until he was facing you. He propped himself up onto his elbow, giving you a boyish grin.
“So,” he began, taking a drag of the cigarette. You giggled and peered up at him, still lying on your back.
“So,” you repeated with a grin.
Before he could speak, a small piece of the ash from his cigarette, landing right onto your bare shoulder.
“Shit!” He spat, before reaching behind himself and putting the cigarette out in the ash tray.
You yelped before brushing the ash from your skin. It burned like hell.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked, his eyes filled with worry. You nodded, sinking into the bed with a contempt sigh. , but you wouldn’t let that ruin your mood. You were still buzzing from the most intense orgasm he had given you.
You peered up at him, giving him a million dollar smile.
“i’m just peachy, baby.”
*squeals* now we know how that whole thing went down ;)
Really sick of people that classify Princess Zelda as a “damsel in distress” trope, yeah that may have been true like back in the 80s but to paint the entire franchise with that brush is disingenuous.
Games where Zelda is a major threat to Ganon
Breath of the Wild
Games where she has an active part in saving Hyrule
Ocarina of Time
The Wind Waker
Games she doesn’t even appear in
Like yes games where the goal is to rescue Zelda exist, the first three games come to mind, along with Phantom Hourglass and the Four Swords games but to paint the entire franchise as “oh zelda got kidnapped again” is just flat out wrong.
I can understand if you said that about Mario games because thats mostly true but Zelda is a great character who doesn’t deserve your faux feminism squabble.
When Logan first met you, he was chasing his past. Was chasing “Weapon X” and anything related. He found you in one of the labs where they made people like him. Killing machines. The labs you were in wasn’t really a lab anymore. It turned into a torture chamber a long time ago. He found you, almost dead, laying in a fetus position in the corner of a shitty cell. You were the only survivor.
He took you home with him, to the X-Mansion. There, while they took care of your severe injuries, the professor looked into your head. When he pulled away, there were tears in his eyes.
-This child…This child suffered too much…It’s inhuman…I don’t know how she’s still alive…
In your mind, he saw what happened to you. He’d never forget it, scarred for life…You were an extremely cute little girl when your world crumbled to the sea. Barely six years old. You already show signs of mutations, being able to control the four elements, water, fire, earth and air. Six years old was young for that, you were a case of science, a special one, bound to become extremely powerful. But it never happened, you were snatched from a peaceful normal life by monsters.
I like love languages, and it’s almost Valentine’s Day.
So, everyone has a
preferred love language. Most people have 2 or 3 that are pretty
close, I think, so I chose the RFA’s top 2. I tried for what they
were most thankful to receive, as well as what they might find most
meaningful to give.
because they’re adults, so some of it crosses over.
Spoilers. So many. I
refer to their routes a lot because I have way too much time on my
hands and do not want to work on an assignment.
Stiles genuinely loved going undercover, it was fun to infiltrate different groups and gangs and he was good at it. He was so damn good at it, maybe too good at it.
He had been undercover for three months now, this time infiltrating a ring of human traffickers in New York. This time it was deep cover, something he had only done a few times before, but the FBI had given him all the training he needed to take on this mission.
The whole undercover thing was going pretty well, all things considered, he had gotten pretty much every bit of evidence that he needed when his cover was compromised and he was forced to bolt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Stiles muttered to himself as he bobbed and weaved through the streets of Manhattan with one of the smuggler’s low level henchmen ran after him.
“I need a car,” Stiles said to himself, looking at the cars that were slowly moving along the street. He spotted a silver sedan at a red light and he dodged into traffic before he knocked on the driver’s side window, “FBI I’m commandeering this car.”
The driver looked panicked but opened the door and Stiles slid into the driver’s seat, not caring that what he had just done was probably not entirely legal, he needed to get to the Bureau now that his cover was blown. He just hoped that Finstock had gotten his message and had sent the team in before the crew scattered.
May I have otp prompts please? I get that you're receiving a lot of asks so please don't feel pressured to answer this one immediately but... Spoiled-But-Princessy Brat x Evil Genius villain duo please :)
You can’t kidnap me I’m in the middle of something AU
I kidnapped you yesterday but you’re so demanding it’s giving me a headache AU
I was going to use you to blackmail your family but I’m not sure it’s worth the trouble AU
For such a brilliant evil genius you sure make a lot of mistakes AU
The breeze blew through the trees as you walked down the path leading you to god knows where. It had only been just a few hours since you had left your home after getting into a terrible fight with your now ex boyfriend. Without saying a word you had left the house running as far as you could, however you we’re now in a forest with no clue of where you were. It was dark, cold and not a single star above, for all the trees had covered the night sky.
In the distance there was a crack. You stopped. It’s probably just a deer or something. You had your phone out and you flashed the light on it towards the direction of the crack. You continued to tell yourself that it was nothing and continued on your way. As you kept walking you heard another crack right behind you, your heart was racing at this point and before you knew it you we’re being pushed into a tree. You grunted in pain as you looked up at the figure walking towards you. You blinked a few times trying to figure out what or who it was that had pushed you into this tree, however the pain took over and you went unconscious.
Your eyes shot open as you were now in a new setting. You looked around as you were sitting on a bed chained to the headboard. Your heart raced as you try to figure out what the hell was going on. You’ve been kidnapped, you got that, but by who. “I can hear you, you know.” A voice from the darkness in front of you announced. “Your heart is racing a million miles per hour and I find it pleasing…” His words trailed off.
“I wouldn’t speak or ask questions right now. Not in the position you’re in.” He cut you off. You then heard foot steps, then a figure was now traced out in the darkness. “I have a simple rule for you, you disobey me you die. And just so you know sweetie.” He turned on a light relieving himself. He was handsome you’d give him that, but his eyes were bloodshot red, skin pale and a smile simply revealed exactly what it tied him up to be. “I wouldn’t try to fight me.”
You couldn’t comprehend anything at this point. Your kidnapper was a vampire who was basically ready to kill you at any god given moment if you stepped out of line once. You wanted to speak, you wanted to ask him questions, but as he said, you broke a rule you died and you didn’t feel like dying today.
“I’ll keep this simple for you.” He continued. “You’re now my new toy. Meaning I feed from you when I choose, I command you to do what I choose, and I’ll fuck you when I choose and how hard I choose.” He ran his hand up your leg and to your thigh. “I know, it’s unfair, well for you, however I’m doing you a favor. When you were walking out in the woods you have no idea how many eyes were on you. How many wanted to drink you down to the last drop, I’m keeping you alive, but just simply as mine.” A smirk came across his face as his thumb ran circles on your thigh, making you squirm. His eyes went from looking down at your thigh to meeting your eyes and watching your reaction.
Your breath hitched when he moved it closer and closer to your slit. “I’m marking you as mine tonight. No other will have you the way I will.” You took in a deep breath when he pulled your pants completely off, your panties following with. Giving you no reaction time he was fast to slip a finger within you, causing you to moan. You shouldn’t be turned on by this, but for some reason this all turned you on in the most twisted of ways. He continued to pump his finger in and out of you as he leaned up to kiss your neck. All this contact made your eyes shut as you moaned from all of the contact. As he bit down on your neck he added another finger. You shouted in pleasure as you felt him suck from your neck. A classic vampire move.
He stopped sucking your neck, before kissing and blowing on the spot. He then continued to kiss your neck up to your earlobe. His fingers kept pumping in and out of you. Your walls clenched around his fingers as he picked up his speed. “I–I’m close.” You finally spoke. However that was a mistake. He was fast to stop all of his actions and pull out of you. You winced from his sudden leaving. When he pulled back to face you, you could see the anger in his eyes.
He moved the chains so he could flip you over, your ass now on display for him. “You disobeyed me. Now you get a punishment.” You gulped not too sure how he was going to take it. Without warning he smack your ass, hard enough to make you have tears form in your eyes. He did it three more times before he was quick to undo his pants and pull his member out, pulling it to your entrance and slamming into you. You cried out in pain as the tears finally left your eyes. He picked up his pace, slamming harder and harder into you. You can feel your end coming faster and faster, your walls clenching around his member as he continued to thrust harder and harder. You wanted to say something, however you didn’t want another punishment.
You could tell he was close from how he grunted with each thrust. Your orgasm finally hit, you moaned out as you unraveled, he shortly followed behind you, releasing inside of you. He rode out his high before he pulled out. To your surprise he started to clean the two of you up.
“You can speak now.” He said as he continued to clean up your mess.
“What’s your name, I never learned it and if I’m stuck as your new toy I should at least know who you are.” He stopped in his tracks and looked at you.
It had now been a few weeks since you were taken by Taehyung. Your absence did not go unnoticed as you heard news of your disappearance spread fast. You were marked in different kinds of marks and bruises from Taehyung, it was to a point where you now craved his every touch and begged for him. He had officially made a mark on you, and made each night different from the last. You were to his schedule now, slept through the day, awake at night. You took care of his every deed he made you, and if you were good you were pleasured.
He would take you out with him at night for the whole world of vampires to see that you were his toy, and if anyone was to touch or look at you he would punish you for it, then later going after whoever it was that thought you could be theirs. He enjoyed making a pet out of you, he enjoyed watching you squirm when he denied you, punish you, or whatever he chose to do. You gotten used to being his toy because you knew if you slipped up, if you disobeyed him, if you were to step out of line your death would happen.
Taehyung was simple, you listen you go praised, you disobeyed you got punished, however if you disobeyed to the point where it wasn’t deemed fit he was to kill you. That night Taehyung had decided to take you to the nearest bar. He had you sit on his lap in a booth with him and his friends as they drank and made jokes. He made sure your marks were noticeable because no one was to touch his new little toy.
“So (Y/N) shall we get going?” Taehyung whispered seductively into your ear. You nodded before the two of you got up. Taehyung said his goodbyes to his friends as the two of you left to go back to his place. The minuted you were in the door he was fast to close the door and attach his lips to yours. “I’ve been waiting all night for yet another round of fun.” He muttered in between kisses. His hand quickly going down and into your pants.
“Tae, fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before.” A smile came across his face before he quickly picked you up and dragged you into the room.
“This has got to be your dumbest plan yet."I muttered as Stiles, Liam, Scott, Theo, Isaac, and I waited for him to pick lock the front door to an abandoned house.
This abandoned house was known for being haunted, and I didn’t want anything do with it. Stiles had dragged me out of my house and threw me into the jeep.
"Wait a minuet, I can say you kidnapped me because you literally did!"I stated, making Stiles roll his eyes.
”(Y/N) you escaped my grip and grabbed holy water and a cross.“Stiles muttered right before we heard the door unlock.
"Then you walked back into my arms and said, ‘Continue’ and you didn’t fight back anymore. That’s not considered kidnapping anymore."Stiles objected, opening the door for us.
"Damn you and your law knowledge."I muttered as Liam and Scott dragged me into the house.
As soon as we all stepped in, the door instantly shut.
"Fuck, I fucking knew this would happen. I fucking told you guys-”
“(Y/N), Theo closed the door."Stiles spoke up.
"Sometimes I forget how strong I am."Theo shrugged.
I clenched my jaw, sending him a death glare.
"Oh cmon (Y/N), don’t tell me you’re scared of some ghosts-”
“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying this whole time!"I yelled.
"I hate anything supernatural-”
“We’re Supernatural."Scott reminded as he pointed at himself and Liam.
"Ugh you know what I mean, ghost, demons, witches, vampires, zombies-”
“Zombies, you actually believe in zombies?"Theo scoffed.
"If werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes exist why can’t zombies exist?"I asked.
"Because they don’t."Isaac spoke up.
"I’m done explaining myself, let’s just get this whole thing over with."I muttered, sighing.
"Okay we all know the plan, right?"Stiles asked as he handed Liam and Theo a bag.
"Yes."Everyone but I answered.
"Oh right, she was getting her holy water and cross when I explained the plan."Stiles mumbled.
"Liam will fill you in."Stiles stated before he and Scott walked off.
"We’re splitting up? Are you kidding me, that’s like the number one rule of not to do at some place like this!"I yelled.
"Relax (Y/N), you’ll be fine."Isaac reassured me.
"Unless you forgot your cross and holy water in the car."Theo whispered in my ear, making my heart drop.
I rummaged through my pockets to find them missing.
"Stop being an asshole and give them back to her."Liam muttered as he playfully punched Theo.
Theo smirked before dropping my cross and holy water to into my hands.
"Hope Tara’s friends with one of these ghosts so they can help her find you and take you back to hell."I spat making Liam and Isaac’s eyes go wide.
"What’d you say?"Theo asked, walking over to me.
“You heard me Raeken."I challenged as Liam started to pull me away from him
"You say one more thing about my sister and your boyfriend won’t be able to help you-”
“Theo, don’t."Liam warned.
"Go to hell."I muttered, making him turn to me.
As soon as he raised his claws in the air, a picture frame went flying towards Theo, hitting the back of his head.
"What the hell?"Theo muttered as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Looks like the spirits don’t want you to hurt (Y/N)."Isaac joked.
"Aw that’s sweet."I whispered, making Liam look down at me.
"Try to hit her."Isaac said, making Liam and I glare at him.
"Just to prove a theory."Isaac shrugged.
"Gladly."Theo whispered before swinging at me.
As soon as I ducked, Theo went flying back and was pinned on the wall.
"I was right!"Isaac cheered, proud.
"That’s not good."I whispered.
I grabbed Liam’s hand and started backing away.
"Aaah!"I heard a high pitch scream come from upstairs.
Liam and I ran upstairs to find Scott groaning on the ground as Stiles dropped his back.
"I told you not to sneak up on me Scott."Stiles muttered as he kneeled by his best friend.
"I told you to look before you swing."Scott muttered as he held his head in his hands.
"Scoot McCool taken down by Stiles and his bat."I said, making everyone look at me in confusion.
"That’s his nickname in my contacts, sorry."I apologized.
Scott rose to his feet, still rubbing his head. Stiles walked over to Scott and kissed his head, making Scott slap him away.
"Thank you, that did make me feel better."Scott joked.
The four of us walked downstairs to find Theo still pinned against the wall.
"Hah, amazing."I whispered, earning a glare from him.
"Tell them to let me go (Y/N)."Theo muttered as he wiggled in the air.
"What the hell?"Stiles asked.
"Seems like the spirits like (Y/N) and protected her from Theo."Isaac explained.
"Yeah I kind of like this house."I spoke up.
"Good because I’m ready to leave."Theo said.
I grabbed Theo and pulled him down, and like that he fell to the ground as the invisible force let go of him.
"You’re welcome."I whispered in his ear, smirking.
"Shut up."He hissed.
Theo and I had this love hate relationship, mainly hate though.
As we all started to walk towards the door, the door slammed shut.
"That wasn’t me this time."Theo whispered.
"The spirits don’t want (Y/N) to leave-”
“Fine, spirits you can keep her but let us go!"Theo yelled, making me throw a punch at his face.
"Asshole, you know I’m terrified."I muttered, ready to throw another punch.
Liam grabs my balled up fist before it came in contact with Theo, dragging me away from him. Suddenly Liam was dragged away from me, making me scream.
"They always take stupid ones first."Isaac shrugged.
"They would’ve taken (Y/N) then."Theo objected, making slap the back of his head.
"Hit me one more time and I’ll make an offer to the spirits they won’t resist, ready to spend your whole life here (Y/N)?"Theo threatened.
I was about to lunge at him but Scott grabbed my shirt, pulling me away. Just like Liam, Scott was dragged away which made everyone scream.
"I don’t know about you guys but I’m leaving."I muttered as I grabbed a chair. I threw it towards the windows, but it barely cracked.
Suddenly Theo was dragged away, then Isaac. I grabbed onto Stiles, hoping they wouldn’t take him away.
"This is why I didn’t want to come here in the first place."I said as Stiles and I held onto each other.
"Maybe I should listen to you more often."Stiles muttered.
"No, no, no, (Y/N)!"Stiles screamed as he was dragged away.
"Stiles!"I screamed, chasing after him.
He slid into one of the many rooms of the hallway. I tried to knock down the door but it wouldn’t budge.
I grabbed my holy water and cross, praying silently. Out of nowhere I hear laughing as the pack walks out of the rooms.
"You bastards!"I yelled, realizing they set me up.
"Happy Halloween Eve (Y/N)!"Stiles yelled as he ruffled my hair.
"How did you guys just fly out of the room?"I asked.
"Malia, Kira, Lydia, Mason, and Corey tied us up with rope and pulled us into the rooms."Scott answered.
"I was so close to jumping out of the window!"I yelled, shoving Stiles against the wall.
All of a sudden the door upstairs creaked open.
"Guys quit it, you pranked me already."I spat.
"That wasn’t us…"Malia mumbled.
"Then what was that?"I asked.
We all turned to look upstairs as the door creaked, closing by itself. The stairs started to creak as if someone was walking down them, but everyone was downstairs.
"Run!"I screamed as I started jogging towards the door.
Everyone pushed past each other, dashing out while I waited by the door. I laughed as they all kept running towards their cars.
"That’s they get for dragging me out at night to a haunted house."I muttered, smiling proudly.
"Thanks Alli."I whispered.
Suddenly she appeared right in front of me, with the same outfit she had died in. She let out her famous Allison Argent laugh, showing her pearly whites.
"No problem, little sis."She replied, smiling down at me.
No we weren’t siblings, but she always treated me as if I were her younger sister.
"Tell Lydia I love her and that I’m insanely happy for her that she’s finally with Stiles."Allison spoke up.
"Of course-Alli, Scott told me that he’ll never forget about you. He said you were his first love, you’ll always be in his heart."I said, remembering what Scott had told me.
"Tell him I’m still there, standing by his side as he leads the pack. He just can’t see me, but I’m there."She replied.
"Thank you."I whispered.
"I thought you said to run?"Liam asked as he swung the door open.
"Exactly, what’re we waiting for?"I yelled as I grabbed Liam’s hand.
"Bye Alli."I whispered before winking at her.
"Bye (Y/N)."She whispered back, winking as well.
"What’d you say?"Liam asked he picked me up and started running.
"I said that I hate haunted houses, and to not bring me to another."I answered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"No more haunted houses.”-
R.I.P Allison Argent, always in our hearts ❤️. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this and I hope you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful night/day!
**A/N This request came off of wattpad! Here’s the request prompt: Can I have a request for Emilio what happens me Tristan alex tessa and Erika go to get lunch while I stay outside I get dragged into jakes truck and they take off with me
You and a few other members of Team Ten had decided to go out for lunch together. Everyone else was still finishing and you had to get a phone call, so you had stepped outside the restaurant. You were watching Tristan, Alex, Tessa, and Erika through the window with a smile on your face, until someone grabbed you from behind.
You opened your mouth to scream, but someone put their hand over your mouth. The restaurant wasn’t on a busy street, so nobody was around to see. Nobody in the restaurant was even looking out the window, so they couldn’t see you either.
You were pulled backwards, and you heard a van door open. You were pulled inside, and the person removed their hand.
The all-too-familiar scent of all the spilled drinks and dropped food filled your nose. You were in the Team 10 truck. You turned and saw that your captor was none other than Ivan Martinez himself, twin brother of your boyfriend Emilio.
“Ivan what the hell?!” you asked him angrily. Your heart was still beating a mile a minute, and you put your hand on your chest. “You scared me half to death!”
“We saw you outside and figured you were leaving lunch early,” Jake said from the front seat of the truck. “Don’t worry, I texted Erika to let her know we picked you up.”
You rolled your eyes. “That doesn’t make up for kidnapping me.”
“I am sorry babe.” You heard Emilio speak from the row of seats behind the one you were in, and sighed. “I asked them to stop and ask if you needed a ride. I never said kidnap.”
You shook your head and let out a frustrated sigh. “If I weren’t getting over being terrified right now I would slap you.”
Your phone began to ring, and you looked down to see Tessa calling you. You answered the phone and brought it to your ear. “Tessa-”
“y/n!” she said with a sigh of what seemed like relief. “We just got the text from Jake that you were kidnapped, we’re all freaking out.”
You looked at Jake with fury in your eyes. “You didn’t even tell them you were the ones to kidnap me?”
“Are you with Jake?” she asked, worried.
You nodded, forgetting that she couldn’t see it. “Yes, I am. Sadly. If I actually do die of fright before we meet again, slap every person in this van for me, would you?”
She laughed. “Yeah, sure. So you’re safe, right?”
You looked around the van. “As safe as I can be for a kidnapping, I guess.”
“Alright. We’ll see you back at the house.”
You nodded, again forgetting that she couldn’t see it, then hung up the phone. You looked at Emilio and sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you said as you climbed to the next row back so you could sit with him. “Otherwise, I’d probably punch you across the face right now.”
Emilio nodded and put his arm around you. “I never said to kidnap you but yes, thank god I am cute. I do not want to get punched.”