Stiles is delirious and dehydrated when he stumbles into Derek’s auto shop with a broken down jeep. Afterwards, for some reason, Stiles can’t seem to stay away. Even if he’s pretty sure Derek hates him. A lot.
Stiles rolls into Beacon Hills one day and sets up shop as a Mechanic. Derek brings in his totalled car after yet another supernatural fight and is immediately taken with him. Slowly Stiles becomes part of the pack. However both sides are keeping secrets that could change everything. Stiles is on the run from his past in the Irish Mafia. Derek has been keeping Stiles in the dark about the whole werewolf thing, not to mention the fact they are actually mates. What happens when Stiles old Mafia life catches up to his new seemingly normal one and everyones secrets are revealed? Will Stiles remain in Beacon Hills with Derek? How far is the pack willing to go to save Stiles and does Stiles actually want to be saved in the first place?
Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It’s what he’s good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn’t let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.
Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can’t stop himself from caring. And he doesn’t want to stop.
had managed to get details from the getaway driver for the people who took Sam.
It wasn’t much but it was something to go on. You’d found out they were British
and had just flown into the country the same night they took Sam. He also told
you he drove them to a local veterinarian but didn’t know why. Dean was off
checking the tail number of the plane. Cas was checking into the Vet. Mary and
you were sitting at a table in a park outside of the Vet’s practice, waiting
for him to show back up.
weren’t speaking, opting to watch Mary. Everyone had been so worried about you
and your memory issue then about Sam disappearing they hadn’t paid much
attention to her and how she was adjusting. She was watching everyone, staring
at the cell phones and the laptops. She looked just as lost as you felt. You
didn’t remember your life, but you remembered what life was like. You
remembered phones, computers, technology, how to use everything. All of that
was still there. You couldn’t imagine how she felt, being dumped 33 years into
the future with a dead husband and two grown sons.
you ok? I know how I feel. It must be a lot for you to take in.” Mary turned to
you, smiling sweetly and nodding her head just as Cas approached carrying
coffees, passing one to each of you. “Thanks, Cas.”
how you like it.” Cas said, sitting in the chair next to yours. “Or how you
used to like it.” You took a sip and hummed in satisfaction, earning a smile
must be difficult for you.” Cas said, turning toward Mary, apparently picking
up on the same thing you had. “I remember my first moments on Earth. It was
word for it.” She laughed. “I grew up with hunters. I’ve heard of coming back
from the dead…but to actually do it after 30 years…a lot’s changed.” She
glanced around again, looking at everyone on their phones. “A lot.”
what about you? Are you holding up ok?” Cas questioned. “I can’t really get a
read on you. Then again…I guess I never really could.” He chuckled to himself,
shaking his head. “You were always a mystery to me.”
Chenle: Sniper who is there to take out any big opponents who get in the way of the heist.
Doyoung: Smooth operator who could talk his way out of anything or is good to use as a distraction because of his tendencies to be a drama queen.
Haechan: Demolitions man. Important to have in sticky situations where there seems to be no escape as he can create one using his skills as an expert of explosives. Should only be used in extreme situations because of the casualties.
Jaehyun: Getaway driver whose there for a quick escape, especially handy when things go wrong. Also helps to calm down the others by being an excitable puppy despite the situation.
Jaemin: The Cleaner who cleans up any evidence of the crimes that have taken place during the heist from removing finger prints to cleaning up blood.
Jeno: Look out. In charge of making sure that they aren’t caught before their time is up
Jisung: The rookie or member in training for a position as a gunmen. Too young to actual to become part of the heist.
Johnny: The brute. Because Johnny is tall and has some muscle he would be in charge of brute strength and making sure people listen carefully to instructions. Would literally just intimidate people with his height despite being the softest ball of fluff.
Kun: Medic who is there in case any of the members get hurt and has to step in. Constantly in the background and people often forget he’s even there until they need help.
Mark: Hacker who is in charge of all things to do with computers, mostly used to remove evidence from security cameras.
Renjun: Safe Cracker. He would be in charge of getting into vaults and high security places.
Taeil: The planner who comes up with everything ahead of time and explains in detail what everyone’s job is. He then replays all the plans to the mastermind who puts them into practice.
Taeyong: Mastermind who is in charge of the plan and making sure everything runs smoothly. Makes sure they have time and skills to execute the plan and there to work out an escape if things go wrong.
Ten: Cat Burglar who often checks out the area or location before the plan is put into action so they can map out how everything is gonna happen and if the plan will be successful.
Winwin: The inside man. He’s cute so he can charm anyone into getting what he wants, including information which he then passes onto Taeyong.
Yuta: Hitter aka a professional assassin. If someone need’s to be taken out inconspicuously before the heist then this is the guy to do it.
A/N: This is my first time writing for Peter Parker, and I hope I’ve done this request justice!! Feel free to send in more requests about this cutie pie!! Please don’t post this elsewhere without my permission!!
going, (Y/N)!” Sam hollers. “Get to the jet!”
hunker down behind a bench. From your vantage point, you can see Spiderman kicking
Sam and Bucky into a pane of safety glass. You duck your head to shield your
eyes, so you don’t actually see the windows explode. But you hear it. You feel
it, too. Those little shards of glass hurt
as they pelt onto bare arms and legs.
wish you’d thought to wear jeans.
go. You rise from behind your cover and sprint. Coach would be so proud, if he
could see you now.
“Your, mission, should you
choose to accept it, is to get through enemy territory, and hijack their jet.” So Captain America hadn’t
said it in those words exactly, but
the point he’d been trying to get across was essentially the same. Bucky and
Sam would keep you from having to engage anybody, leaving you free to slip over
to the Hangar and get the jet prepped and ready to go. You would have loved to
pilot a jet – say, maybe, after about ten
years of lessons, not after some hastily given instructions from ex-Agent
Barton – and had told Captain America as much. You only had a learner’s permit
for driving a car, not some fancy,
high-tech jet, but he was adamant on having you as the getaway driver.
if you were being honest, having Captain
America relying on you for help was pretty darn awesome.
warning comes too late. As you run onward and duck into a hallway, spandex-covered
arms embrace you from behind – one around your shoulders, one around your waist.
You put on an extra spurt of speed. The hands latch on. A shrill scream splits
the air. It sounds like you. But it’s a futile effort – Sam and Bucky are
securely trussed up, sticky webbing keeping them pinned to the floor. Even if
they wanted to help, they couldn’t.
“Let me go!” You demand, twisting and
kicking. “Let me go right this instant!”
the arms around you slacken; drop gracelessly back to their owner’s sides. You
scramble away, with wide and frightened eyes, until the small of your back hits
the concrete wall.
You stiffen. Oh, no. Please, no. The voice, though woolly and
quiet, is thoroughly familiar to you, from years of studying with him, talking to
him, being friends with him. “Oh,
God. Oh, God, why are you here?
(Y/n), you shouldn’t be here.”
You blurt out. “Peter, is that you?”
I’m not –” He’s nervously tripping over his words, trying to come up with a
suitable lie. “I’m Spiderman, not –”
lips twist up in a sad smile. “You’re a rotten liar, Peter.”
this time, he doesn’t try to deny it.
two of you had been best friends ever since the second grade, when your nanny had
forgotten to pack your lunch one day, and Peter had given you half of his tuna
and mayo sandwich. You’d shared every day, every moment … Every secret.
it would appear, not every secret.
… Spiderman, huh?” You manage, letting out a watery laugh that doesn’t hold
any real humor in it. Spiderman might have saved you once, but this side of
Peter is new and entirely foreign, much like the new and shiny suit that he’s
sporting. “You’ve – You’ve really been busy, huh?”
wonder when Peter was going to tell you; or if he was even planning to. Ever
since Uncle Ben had passed, Peter had been acting strange: Showing up to school
bruised and bloodied, cancelling days out together with only the flimsiest of excuses,
showing up late to the appointments he did
agree to go for …
now you finally, finally know why.
sorry, (Y/n),” Peter says miserably. Even under the mask, you know that his
forehead is creased and puckered up, warm chocolate eyes downcast. “I wanted to
tell you, but I didn’t – There was never a good time.”
Of course not.
what you’re really saying is: You don’t trust me.” It bursts out of you. You’ll
admit there’s a sour surge of satisfaction when Peter recoils, even though you
haven’t raised a hand to him. It comes out again, louder this time. “That’s what
it all boils down to, doesn’t it? I thought we were friends. I trusted you. I told you everything – the boys I liked, the
crushes I had. I thought –”
“Me?” Peter’s glumness turns into
irritation, and you realise your mistake. “I’m
not the only one keeping secrets! You
didn’t tell me that you’d be running around with Captain America and a bunch of
- Criminals. He doesn’t say it, but you know that’s what he
means. The word hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare at Peter, not moving,
not even blinking. A day ago, that wouldn’t have meant you. A day ago, you and Peter would have been in school. A day ago, the two of you would
have still been friends.
you had accepted Captain America’s request for help, you didn’t think that you’d
have to face off with your best friend in the process.
I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean –”
cracked something in you wide open. You stride away from the boy you once knew,
but you can’t leave yet.
“Fine,” You say, infusing the word
with venom. “Then arrest me. Take me
in. I’m just a criminal, right?”
voice rises in octaves, building up to a high crescendo. Your anger rises up, blooming
in your chest like a poisonous flower, and you focus on that, since it chases
away the chill that permeates deep into your bones. Blind now with a mingled
combination of hurt and anger, your hand lashes its way through the air in a
flicking motion, forcing the powers sleeping deep inside you to the surface.
Even though Peter’s standing motionless at least six feet away, he’s shoved up
into the air by an invisible force, slamming into the window behind you hard
enough to crush bones. He flies out the window with a shriek.
turn away from the remnants of shattered glass and a broken friendship, gloom already
gathering atop your shoulders to weigh you down. In another life, you might
have been fighting by his side, the
two of you working together as Avengers. Now you’ve become public
enemy number one.
Criminal, criminal. Your mind chants it over and
over again, in a sing-song, lilting voice, matching each syllable with your
racing pulse. I’m a criminal.
So my moron customer of the day is a real doozy. Skinny bitch with a pinched face, asshole son driving one of our electric carts around and around the front of the store while wearing one of our hats with the tag torn off. When I got there she had the electric’s basket full and was working on filling a THIRD full size cart with random crap from the 1-5 dollar area known as [redacted]. [Which is my area to zone.]
Security is watching her, the front line manager is watching her, two upper managers are watching her, I’m watching her and we’re all waiting for her to put something in her giant ass fake Gucci purse where one of us can see it.
So I suggest to security that we tell her kid to get off the cart because, you know, someone disabled might want it? We get the okay and she takes 15 minutes to slowly unload the fucking electric while security stares at her.
I see that she’s got two full carts lined up at the lanes and security says there was a guy who came in sort of checking her out. We think he’s the getaway driver. Basically push-out is a type of shoplifting. You just fill a cart and scoot outside with it. Once you’re outside you can stand there loading your car and all we can do is call for the police and hope they get there in time. So I drive a line of carts in the way to block the two full carts behind the checkout lanes. We know there’s no chance in hell she’s gonna pay for this stuff and we’re all tense watching to see what goes down.
She’s crouched down below the [redacted] display just loading shit up by the handful and finally, finally, our HR manager, goes up and says something to her. And this bitch got shrill. The guy comes sliding over and the two of them start arguing. Apparently he ‘broke down on the highway’ and she came in here with the kid for some reason. We think maybe she wanted to push out and he refused to do it?
And as they’re storming off, HR goes “so are you going to pay for the food you ate?” [Boom bitch] So I’m like “I can take you over here at the service desk”. And she had nothing. She made the guy pay for the ten dollars worth of food and stomped off back into the store for a few minutes while he flailed. And I asked if he was going to pay for the hat. He refused but I can’t do anything. [The kid had greasy hair and he’d been wearing it for at least two, maybe three hours.] She comes back with a bag and wants to do a return. [Hoo boy. Return fraud is common, steal a thing and then return it with no reciept for store credit. But guess what? I get to refuse if it’s shady.]
She’s got three things. Two of them I find on her card and do the return and she’s crying. I tell her I’m not taking back the clutch cause she has no proof of purchase. I didn’t even give a reason. She was incredulous as fuck but too damn bad. She says it’s not fair and I just shrugged. Too bad. You’re just mad cause you didn’t get to steal as much from us as you wanted too. [We think she may have gotten away with a fitbit.] But when they were done doing the recovery recipt it was over $3000 worth of random accessories and dollar item stuff. It took me FOUR hours to put it all back with a bit of help and minimal inturruption. Fuck your tears. That shit comes out of our hours for the whole store.
Every relationship has its struggles when you travel, especially being an Avenger. When you and your boyfriend have another argument while you’re away for a mission, you decide once you land you’re going to go to the apartment to apologize. When Buck drops you off, something seems off what you find out throws you for a loop and thank God for Bucky Barnes and Tequila. Till you start spouting off about your true feelings to the wrong or would you call it the right person?
shit my friends and i have said starter meme. pt. i.
❛ i just need to make a cake and then i’ll be back to normal. ❜
❛ i just showed up to my final. without a pencil. like a jackass. ❜
❛ SOCRATES WAS A DRAMA QUEEN. ❜
❛ how did she lose four phones in less than a month? ❜
❛ the ghost from the ouija board told me to send it nudes. ❜
❛ listen, man, i was only the getaway driver. ❜
❛ oh, no. i’m totally better than all of you. ❜
❛ i refuse to partake in any of this, but that doesn’t mean i won’t post screenshots of this on tumblr. ❜
❛ who the fuck goes to the club on a monday? ❜
❛ i looked like a baked potato. ❜
❛ THE HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE IS ON NETFLIX. I REPEAT. THE HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE IS ON NETFLIX. ❜
❛ never be ashamed of your kinks. ❜
❛ i realize that you’re probably working, but fuck you for not answering. i was going to ask what kind of girl scout cookies you like but since you didn’t answer i just got samoas i hope you fucking hate them. ❜
❛ one of my sims woohoo’d this old guy and as soon as they were done he fucking died and she slept with the grim reaper. ❜
❛ if you give me $300, i will totally let you beat the shit out of me. ❜
❛ the people across from us are taking pictures and being hella loud and playing music. can i play heavy metal until they leave? ❜
❛ i thought i was being productive by starting the history reading early, but i got halfway through chapter one and started crying over the dumbass that was christopher columbus. ❜
❛ my eyebags are so bad that it looks like i was just punched in the face twice. ❜
❛ then we have ____, who is pure salt. ❜
❛ listen, if i’m suffering, i’m making you suffer with me. ❜
❛ i don’t even care that he called me a hater and tweeted while speaking to me, this is just artful levels of petty. ❜
❛ you know you’re depressed when you’re just eating a container of cookie dough. ❜
❛ can you believe columbus went from studying ocean currents and wind patterns to committing genocide? ❜
❛ our evil sim officially has three girlfriends and one mortal enemy. ❜
okay brain, today we need to finish the ninth chapter of the Xenomorph Fic
uh oh. Brain? What'd you do?
PROHIBITION ERA AU!
Obi-wan and Vader are veterans of the Great War, and damage from mustard gas means Vader has to wear a gas mask all the time-
Wait no, come back-
Palpatine is a crooked senator (of course) with connections everywhere, Bail Organa is a tired mayor doing his best and Leia wants to be a private detective, Luke is literally a farmboy -- would Kansas be too cliche?
and Han and Chewie are a couple charming rascals who frequent the jazz scene and are the best getaway drivers in the city if you can find them. Nobody knows where Chewbacca is from because only Han and Lando understand his accent (and Han says it's because nobody bothered to ask)
Mary Sue Keith anon here. What I meant by "special snowflake origin story" is his being a mysterious alien foundling with ties to empire and rebellion. The writers are giving Keith all the toys powers wise AND major story connection wise while Pidge, Hunk, and Lance get barely anything aside from like, befriending one random alien race each (Olkari, Balmera, mermaids). I'm afraid of this becoming the Specialest Boy Keith Show feat. Shiro and Allura
(2/2) Keith and Shiro and Allura absolutely are special snowflakes compared to Pidge, Hunk, and Lance, regular unpowered humans. Pidge at least has the story with her family but oops wait Shiro will be the one to find Matt.
…I’m kind of at a loss here, anon. I feel like we haven’t been watching the same show. So let’s just. Let’s crack out the highlight reel here shall we?
Scenario with Tsuna, Hibari, Reborn on a mission & mistaking their future S/O's motorcycle for their getaway ride. They tell them to "drive, now" & the S/O glimpses the gun, panics, & races off. Is actually more than half-decent for a first-time getaway driver through narrow streets of Italy & losing angry pursuers with GUNS. Nothing seems to be amiss until the enemy is lost & they stop, nowhere near the Base. They rip off the helmet to meet a fearful civilian, pleading, "please don't shoot me."
“Where the fuck are we?” You were pretty sure you had a heart attack when the attractive man hit your helmet with his gun.
You ripped off your helmet, jumped off your seat and raised your hands, “Please don’t shoot me!”
“Shit,” the man said, pulled out his phone and glared at you, “you move an inch and there’ll be a bullet in your head.”
“I won’t move an inch. I’ll even hold my breath!” you promised. You sort of wished you weren’t acting so coldly but the man looked he ordered murders for a living.
He walked away and started hissing into his phone. There were a lot of expletives. You wanted to run but it was better to die later than to die right at that moment. He walked over to you when the call ended and he gun lowered when he saw you shivering.
“What’s your name?” The man asked. “And where do you live?”
“No,” you said sharply.
“No?” He asked.
“I don’t care if you kill me- I mean, actually, I do but the point is,” you tried to square your shoulders and look brave, “I won’t let you kill my family as well. So you’ll never find my identity!”
The man’s glare disappeared and he chuckled. “You’ve got some fire in you, don’t you?”
He came really close and his handsome face was just a few inches from yours. “How about this? You come over to my place and be my lover for a few days. If we play around a little, I promise you I won’t hurt anyone as long as you keep your pretty mouth shut about the incident.”
He tugged your hair behind your ear and your face went red.
You might be his prey now but Tsuna had no idea that he’d end up falling in love with you.
“Where are we, you stupid herbivore?” Hibari Kyoya snarled and you fell off the bike.
You didn’t know how you ended up driving the Demon of Sicily to the middle of nowhere. Clearly the universe hated you.
“Please don’t shoot me!” You ripped off your helmet. “I’m too young to die! And I didn’t even get my degree yet. All that college tuition down the drain..” You started bawling at the thought.
Hibari froze and you started crying harder. All that ramen and suffering amounted to nothing in the end. You were gonna end up dead in a ditch-
“Can you stop crying, insect?” Apparently, he had decided to lower your status in the food chain. “Else I’ll bite you to death.”
His dreaded catchphrase made you wail more. “Please make my death quick and painless. Don’t do anything to the face-”
Hibari covered your mouth with his hand and knocked you out with a flick of his fingers against your neck.
“Am I in Hell?” you asked the moment you opened your eyes and found Hibari Kyoya glaring down at you.
“Stop talking gibberish,” Hibari forced you to sit up and then he took a seat across you, “and listen carefully.”
You couldn’t help but notice how expensive the place was. You almost felt like you were sinning by pressing your butt against the cream-colored sofa. And was that your drool on it? Oh, dear.
“Wow. Your office looks so fancy. I bet if I licked the floor, I’d have dust particles in my tongue that would cost more than my student loans,” you said absently.
“Why would you lick the floor-” Hibari’s face twisted into an unreadable expression. “The point is that you know too much. You have two options-”
“What’s the option that does not involve my death?” you asked. “Because that’s my favorite option.”
“You seem educated enough to be a secretary,” Hibari noted distastefully. “If you work for me, for the Vongola and the Foundation, you will be bound to us by omerta and that will ensure that you never say anything that you shouldn’t.”
“What’s my other option?” Hibari remained quiet. “..oh. Then option one it is.”
“You start tomorrow.”
“You must be pretty desperate if you want me to be your secretary. LOL. I bet that glare does not keep the ladies around you for long-” Hibari silenced you with a death glare. “Sorry, sir!”
“What the fuck-” You heard the man say as you accidentally drove straight into a pond.
You usually didn’t drive into ponds in the middle of nowhere but, hey, it’s not everyday a serial killer demands a ride from you. It was a good thing that the pond was only waist-deep.
“Please don’t shoot me!” You ripped off your helmet and raised your hands. Your sudden abrupt movement made you fall back into the water and you started choking for air.
Strong hands pulled you out of the pond and you felt lips pressing against yours.. was the Devil sucking your soul out?
“Dame-Tsuna’s got nothing on you-” You sat up quickly when you heard the voice and something warm fell off from you. Obsidian eyes were trained on your.. chest.
“Where are my clothes?!” You grabbed the blanket and pulled it over you. You were lying on a bed.. in some hotel room?
“Relax,” the man (crazy gun dude!) said. “I just took them off to make sure you didn’t get hypothermia. You should thank me instead of fussing over your nakedness-.”
“I will ask the questions here, love,” the man was suddenly inches away from you and you tried not to curl up when his hot breath fell on your neck “so don’t try anything funny.”
“What do you want to know?” You were pretty proud of yourself for not stuttering.
“Well, for starters, how do you feel about being a gateway driver for the Vongola? If we remove your fear of guns and your tendency to crash into ponds, you’d make a decent ride.”
“I don’t want to-”
The man flashed his gun and smirked at you, “You should think twice before saying ‘no’ to the greatest hitman in the world, love. This isn’t really a choice.”
If it was to happen it’d probably be Harley & Joker, but it’d be great to see Margot Robbie & Will Smith cameo in ‘Justice League’. Harley being the getaway driver while Floyd shoots the batmobile with Bruce & Diana in it. Ugh, a Quinnshot vs Wonderbat scene would’ve been cinema gold! Also knowing Harley went back to Belle Reeve to bust Floyd out would get me thru this life.