I waited for you at breakfast, but you slept in. Or avoided me, apparently. And I tried to catch your eye this afternoon, but you were so good at shutting me out completely.” “Is that what got under your skin? That I shut you out, or that it was so easy for Tarquin to get in?” “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.” The rest of the world faded to mist as the words sank in. “You are jealous.”
and that one time she finally did
His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back. I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly. “Smile again,” he whispered. I hadn’t smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled. And afterward … And this male before me … my friend … For all that he had done, I had never given him either. Even when I had just … I had just painted something. On him. For him. I’d—painted again. So I smiled at him, broad and without restraint. “You’re exquisite,” he breathed.
#2 When Rhys confessed to having his wishes unfulfilled
“Isn’t that what High Lords do?” My breath clouded in front of me in the brisk night. “Whatever they please?” He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”
#3 When we find out what his nightmares were about
“I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,” Rhys said with equal quiet. “From dying. From wanting to die.” I began to shake my head, but he said, “I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I’m again Amarantha’s whore or my friends are … And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.”
#4 When the High Lord of Night Court physically flinched from an emotional wound
“What is it that you want, Feyre?” I had no answer. I didn’t know. Not anymore. “What is it that you want, Feyre?” I stayed silent. His laugh was bitter, soft. “I thought so. Perhaps you should take some time to figure that out one of these days.” “Perhaps I don’t know what I want, but at least I don’t hide what I am behind a mask,” I seethed. “At least I let them see who I am, broken bits and all. Yes—it’s to save your people. But what about the other masks, Rhys? What about letting your friends see your real face? But maybe it’s easier not to. Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them—who would want to bother with that sort of mess?” He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.
and when we learned how deep that wound went
“Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you… you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.” “I deserved to know.” “The other night you told me you wanted a distraction, you wanted fun. Not a mating bond. And not to someone like me - a mess.” So the words I’d spat after the Court of Nightmares had haunted him
#5 When he considered settling for ‘whatever pieces she offered him’
“You think I didn’t want to tell you? You think I liked hearing you wanted me only for amusement and release? You think it didn’t drive me out of my mind so completely that those bastards shot me out of the sky because I was too busy wondering if I should tell you, or wait - or maybe take whatever pieces that you offered me and be happy with it? Or that maybe I should let you go so you don’t have a lifetime of assassins and High Lords hunting you down for being with me?”
#6 When he cried…
“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered.
But I was being ripped apart from the inside out, and I thrashed, unable to out-scream the pain. “Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand. Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared
-A Court of Thornes and Roses
#7 When he spent 3 months thinking she hated him
“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”
#8 When he put her happiness above his own
“I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”
#9 When he thought he wasn’t that type of person for her
“I heard what you told him,” he said. “That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too.” “So?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “I was jealous—of that. That I’m not … that sort of person. For anyone.“
#10 When we found out that all this time he had been in love with Feyre
“It killed me, Feyre, to send you back. To see you waste away, month by month. It killed me to know he was sharing your bed. Not just because you were my mate, but because I … ” He glanced down, then up at me again. “I knew … I knew I was in love with you that moment I picked up the knife to kill Amarantha.”
“Starting without me? I’m offended” you jump behind jasper
as he was explain the best way to defeat a newborn army. He jumps, surprised,
you were the only one that could surprise the major.
You and jasper met when he was with Maria and the moment he
saw you he immediately lost interest with Maria and you two got close, much to Maria’s
disliking. But since then you both have stuck together, changing your ‘diet’
together, sticking together through the hard times. Although you have been separated
for a year now because you’ve been spending time with jasper’s distant family members
and also peter and charlotte in Texas. After hearing from jasper that a new
born army was coming after Edward’s mate you immediately volunteered to help.
“I hate it when you do that” jasper playfully scolds
“Shut up, you love it” you tease, going up on your tip toes
to kiss him before he can say anything. Swiftly turning to face the human, you
smile and introduce yourself before turning back and asking jasper where he got
to in explaining how to win.
“So where were we?” you ask cheekily
“(Y/n)? What would you say would be the best advice” jasper
asks you a sweet smile on his face
“Oh that’ll be, never let them get their arms around you
they’ll crush you instantly” you reply
“And second never go for the obvious kill, they’ll be expecting
that and you. Will. Loose.” Jasper got really intense and you could see the
major coming out and it. Was. Sexy
“Emmett!” he calls out. They don’t fight for long and before
you know it, it’s your time to go against your mate.
“Don’t go easy on me” you warn
“Don’t worry I’ve learnt my lesson” he grins and you both
laugh at the inside joke. You fight for a bit before you easily win.
“You’ve gotten slower babe. What happened?” you tease
“Oh you’ll pay for that”
When Bella asked jasper on how he knew about all of this war
the topic of you came up
“She was the light in my darkness, I owe my better life to her” jasper describes his love for you
as you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your
chin on his shoulder after kissing it
“God I sound awesome don’t I?” you joke
“Yes you are” jasper replies seriously. You smile at each other
and passionately kiss. Bella looking at the both of you and thinking that you
and jasper are what she aspirers her relationship to be like.
‘’Alec,you’re completely red.’’you said to your
boyfriends,who’s punching the sandbag continuosly.You saw the impression he had
on his face.You literally felt the pain he felt on his shoulder everytime he
‘’It’s sweat.Nothing to worry.’’He held the sandbag
to here you clearly.
‘’Come here.’’you said,and he rolled his eyes.But he
came to you without complaining when you gave him the deathstare.You put your
hand on his forehead,realized that he was basically burning.’’You’re burning!’’you
‘’I’m training.Isn’t that normal?’’He said
‘’Don’t play ‘’the sarcastic’’ to me Lightwood.’’you
looked at him like you were about to kill him.’’You’ve been training for like
maximum 5 minutes.You never sweat like this.’’
‘’I’ll be fine.’’
‘’You won’t if you act this grumpy.’’
‘’I’m not being grumpy.’’he said coming closer to
‘’Alec…’’you said.’’Please go to bed and take a nap.’’
‘’Alexander Gideon Lightwood.’’you yelled to his
face.’’Go to bed or i’ll cancel your missions tomorrow.’’
‘’You won’t do that…’’He came even closer.
‘’Oh i freaking will.’’You took a few steps towards
‘’Why are you so stubborn sometimes?’’
‘’Grumpy Cat himself tells me this so i can’t take
you seriously right now.’’You giggled.
‘’I love you too.’’He said while his half smile was
comig to life again.’’I’m going to take a nap.’’He said finally giving up and
trying to walk away
You stopped him by putting your hand on his
shoulder.‘’Aaaaand…Get some painkillers from my cupboard.’’
‘’You know i hate medicines.’’
‘’You know that i don’t care.And that i want you to
‘’I know.’’He said kissing your cheek and walking to
your shared room.
‘’Wow mate!’’Jace said stopping Alec.’’She knows how
to pull your shit together.’’
‘’Shut up.’’Alec said without looking at Jace’s face.
a little before you went to check on Alec ,the person you cared the
most,because seeing him sick killed you inside.You just… loved that Grumpy Cat.
[[request prompt: Please do an Imagine with Remus where the Marauders are curious because he disappears randomly, not because of the werewolf-disaster but because he’s secretly making out with a shy Reader :D]]
I have been dying to write this imagine omg I’m so excited for this !! ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)
**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**
warnings: none, just pure fluff
**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!!
Pace yourself with the scenarios and reactions okay? But i want to request Monsta X as werewolves, 🐕 since you have a lot of vampires. 🦇
I will, thank you for the concern! This is my first werewolf!au and I LOVE au’s so this was so much fun to write :D I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day, anon! ~
You were convinced he hated you at first,, He would often stare you down, or avoid you, or leave if you entered a room. As the newest to the group, you often wondered why you were let in when the leader didn’t even like you
Frustrated, you vented your feelings to Minhyuk while you were partnered up for a task. He laughed at your worries; “He doesn’t hate you! It’s actually the opposite - He thinks you’re so beautiful that he can’t stand to be around you!”
With this new info in mind, you start to test Minhyuk’s confession. You showed more skin, would frequently corner Shownu to “ask” him something, often brushing against him
While working with Minhyuk, he vented about you. “I’m loosing my mind! I can’t think straight anymore!” and with a meek voice, Minhyuk admitted that he might have told you about his crush
Now aware of your game, Shownu teased you back
And this back and forth flirtation resulted in a relationship … after a night of passion
With mating season drawing near, the leader had locked himself away, afraid of loosing all control and taking you on the ground, with everyone around
But knowing his reason, you “visited” him and helped relieve his stress
So yeah,, basically, he’s the pack Dad and you’re the pack Mom (regardless of the gender you identify with)
Kind of a fuckboy but a nice one, does that make sense?? He has a big heart and wants to share it with everyone, male or female, human or werewolf
That’s why it’s no surprise when he ends up in your bed one night, not caring that you were human. What is surprising, however, is when he wakes up to see you gone, a note stuck to his forehead: ‘I’m out. Be gone before I’m back.’ The cold tone cracks his heart. He’s not used to being left, usually being the one to leave
He can’t get you out of his mind so after a few weeks, he tracks you down again
“I’m that good that you sniffed me out again?” you tease but he doesn’t laugh
He looks very serious, stood on your doorstep with a single rose in hand. “That’s not why I came back. I want to know … Can I take you out to dinner?”
You humour him, more so looking for a casual fling. But Hoseok surprises you that under that handsome man, is the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met
Although neither of you make it official, you know your hearts belong to each other
Not really a werewolf, more of a werepuppy
He’s in charge of easing newbies into the pack and entertaining the kiddies while the adults do work
It was when he was younger, only a teen, that an orphaned wolf was put into his care. You weren’t much younger than him, so the bond never became anything fatherly. And he was too playful to be taken seriously anyway. He was more of like a close best friend, who also happened to be your guardian
Minhyuk took care of you diligently, often bringing you back pretty stones or other things he’d found while hunting. An almost perfect condition wrist watch was one of his greatest finds and you treasured it
So when you got into a fight with a fellow wolf, who smashed it, you saw red. After nearly killing her, Shownu was on bad terms with you. You almost were kicked out of the pack. But when Minhyuk found out why you had flipped, he fought to keep you
And now you were even more indebted to him
Minhyuk felt bad about the incident, often bringing the girl you fought medicine to help her recover. This annoyed you to no end and you often tried to stop him visiting her
“Why??” he asked eventually. “Don’t you want her to live?”
“No,” you admit, the blood rushing to your cheeks. “She broke my second most precious thing and is going to take my most precious thing away.”
“Your second most precious thing is that pocket watch I found you, right? So what’s your most important thing?”
Shyly, you buried your blushing face into his chest. And he grinned from ear to ear
“So cute!! You love me?! Why didn’t you tell me before?! I love you too!”
Was sent on a task to track down a human. He was told that they held important information about the wolf world that they shouldn’t know
Eventually he found you, working at a bookstore in town. You looked harmless, stacking books, but an order was an order
He kidnapped you as you walked home that night, done with your shift. And interrogated you. Except it wasn’t much of an interrogation. You were terrified, shaking like a leaf; “I don’t know anything! I seen a boy turn into a wolf and that’s it!” Your heart doesn’t falter so he knows it’s the truth
But he can’t let you leave. You didn’t know as much as Shownu thought, but knowing was all it took to warrant an execution. Except he couldn’t; it felt like trying to slaughter a baby lamb
Instead, he brought you pack to the pack. It took months until you felt comfortable around them, having been afraid they might snap and kill you
Kihyun took charge of you, making sure no wolf messed with you, and sometimes breaking rules to make you happy. You weren’t allowed to return home, but he would let you write your family letters to assure them you’re safe and alive
One morning, a female wolf started to pick a fight with you, threatening your life; “If it weren’t for Kihyuns protection, you’d be dead long ago.”
“Why does he protect me?”
“He loves you, dumbass. Luckily for you”
Kihyun bursts in suddenly, scaring her off and wrapping you in a hug: “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” He scanned your face for any sign of fear, instead he found you smiling. “What’s so funny?”
Reaching up, you press a kiss to his lips; “I love you too, idiot”
Your first impression of him was rather negative. As a new pack member, you worked hard to fit in and impress your leader,, yet someone so high up like Hyungwon did nothing but sleep all the time. And if he wasn’t sleeping, he had this bitchy look on his face
It wasn’t until a neighbouring pack tried to start something, that you understood the real Hyungwon
A beta from the rival pack attacked you, both of you in wolf form, and your shoulder was badly injured
Hyungwon snapped that beta’s neck, nursing you back to health, and fussing over the others that were injured. He had a gentle, warm touch as he tended to your injury. And you even seen him sing one of the youngest to sleep, a 9 year old girl that lost her mother in the fight with the rival pack
Once better, you kind of just followed him around?? You wanted to repay him so you would fetch whatever herbs he wanted, or a rabbit if he was hungry, and for his birthday, you bought him the fluffiest pillows you could find
Hyungwon immediately fell for you
One evening, as the sun was setting, you returned to him with a basket of flowers he’d asked you to pick; “What are they for, Wonnie?”
“You’ll see,” he promised, arranging the flowers into a bouquet before handing them to you. “They’re for you. I wanted you to pick the prettiest flowers because my eyes don’t see beauty like yours do. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”
“That’s cute but be honest,, you made me pick them so you wouldn’t have to get out of bed, right??”
*avoiding the q* “So are you free tonight?”
Either or aggressive or soft, so he can be unpredictable. This is made worse during the full moon or mating season
Usually, newbies to the pack are assigned to keep watch on him, mainly cause no one actually wants to deal with Jooheon when he’s mad or acting clingy and cute
As the newest member, you’re given this job
Only you don’t react like everyone else has
You humour his cute side, scratching behind his ear (just how he likes it) when he’s in wolf form, smiling at his aegyo, bringing him extra food when he’s hungry even tho the other wolves call him chubby but he’s not leave him alone
And you listen when he’s mad or frustrated, helping him control his aggression until after a few months, Jooheon learns how to be calm, even during a full moon
He grows to realize that his aggression was misunderstood sadness; he was lonely, wanting a companion to love him and maybe have a litter with
Although he realizes this, it takes him another long year before he actually confesses. He had been too afraid of loosing you or getting rejected. His pack hated seeing him hold back like that so they eventually pushed him to confess
“Do you, uh, wanna go running in our wolf forms?? I mean, like, not just running. But as a … date??”
Generally in control of himself,, although he hates humans, he never kills one unless they deserve it
Only looses control during mating season
Driven by lust, he breaks away from the pack, searching for someone to ease his carnal hunger
He stumbles upon an omega, you, wandering through the forest alone. You had smelled him coming from miles away, knowing what he was hunting for
You stayed,, wanting to feed your desire too
The morning after, he turns shy and soft. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forceful last night.” Although he knows your bruises will heal quickly, that doesn’t make him feel any less bad
“That’s okay. I like a man who takes control. So do you wanna get breakfast or something?”
Tbh he didn’t know you, but the night before was pretty damn good so hell yeah, let’s get some f*cking eggs and bacon
He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.
Few can handle Louis Tomlinson on the dance floor, much less match him in skill and fervor. Louis has obviously met his soul mate; he just never expected him to be wearing a red snapback and to chew gum like an entitled Mercedes owner.
Request: jealous werewolf tae!!!! something close to his real personality! we just found his mate and is protective aronund her! LOVE AND HATE RELATIONSHIP!!!!!🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️
Genre: Romance / Drama.
Taehyung growled for what it seemed like the millionth time. You were walking down the street towards the subway and you were having a hard time handling him, he glared horribly to anyone who stared at you for a little bit too long, his arm was around your waist protectively, pulling you towards him in a possessive manner you couldn’t decide if it was annoying or hot as hell. Because really, one part of your brain was screaming at you to push that hand away and tell him very stubbornly you didn’t need that and the other was telling to inch more to him, enjoying all the contact possible.
You were coming home from college and this was your second time doing this itinerary with him, usually, you’d do it by yourself, but since days ago, since your twenty one birthday, everything had changed. You were going to go downstairs so he had to let go of your waist but as soon as he did you saw his hand extended to you, big hands with pretty long fingers. You stared at it for a moment and Taehyung sighed.
You took his hand, not being able to refuse him, it was so weird to feel like this for someone who at any other chance you wouldn’t be even looking at, a long time ago when you hadn’t even found out you were mates you had thought Taehyung could be someone to you, but then things changed, but in your last birthday things had changed again.
The subway was full, as it was the time when everyone was returning home from school or work, there was no place to sit, just could just stand, barely fitting inside. It was uncomfortable as you had been through this little hell before, but right now you were focusing thinking about that, as unbearable as the crowded train car was, Taehyung was the one making it all difficult.
As soon as he saw how crowded it was he pushed you into the train until your back was against a wall, you glared at him but he only smirked which made you sigh but not move. You couldn’t, and as embarrassing as it was for your own pride you realized you didn’t want to, he towered in front of you not letting you see anything besides him, you didn’t want to look at his face but your eyes drifted along his body anyways, the flannel he was wearing that left exposed a tiny bit of the skin of his chest, his shoulders, then his elegant neck, his strong jawline, that stupid cute nose and those eyes, you had always loved his eyes, sometimes mischievous with all the playfulness inside of him, sometimes rogue with other kind of mischief.
The train moved harshly and someone pushed him making you be even closer, your bodies stuck together and you had to fist your hands to restrain the need to put your arms around his neck. You wanted to be even closer, because he awoke in you the most carnal of feelings, because he was your mate and be close to him was all your body and soul truly craved.
-Hold onto me if you want- he offered like reading your thoughts.
You bit your lip and looked away, but with your left hand you held his hand.
mmm so i wrote this around may… i think? anyway i decided to post it now cuz i was reading it and it has some clueless arthur and jealous alfred and i thought, eh, why not
Arthur’s company made a big sell, they’d throw a party to celebrate.
Whenever these parties happened, even if Alfred found them to be a
boring hell, he was there with his mate, holding his hand, smiling
and staring at any alpha who looked at his
for longer than necessary.
knew Arthur loved him and he trusted him completely, however he did
not trust Arthur’s alpha coworkers. He didn’t like any alphas around
his mate for obvious reasons, but most of all he hated the way those
alphas looked at Arthur. As if he was a piece of meat waiting to be
claimed, a piece of meat who walked around being bossy and demanding
reports and reminding them of deadlines. Arthur wasn’t shy and he was
kinda angry and bossy most of the time, and Alfred loved that about
him. He knew a few other alphas loved that in omegas and that some of
them had those weird fetishes about omegas like that, and he also
knew how clueless Arthur could be about alphas’ interest in him –
hell, it too him almost five months and Alfred yelling it to him for
him to realize Alfred was trying to court him.
Alfred worried. He worried because his mate was gorgeous, had a
fucking great scent that had made him want to climb walls in
frustrating back in high school and which only got better
the passing of the years, a bossy personality and he got tipsy with
only a couple glasses of wine. Alfred felt sick to think about what
other alphas could want or try to do him if he was drunk and alone,
so he couldn’t help but to be overprotective. He just wanted the best
for his mate.
whenever those parties were held, he was there. He couldn’t stop
Arthur from socializing with other people and celebrating his
accomplishments, and he honestly did not want to – to smell how
happy Arthur was whenever something good happened at work… it made
Alfred happy as well – but he could
around him while he did so, to protect him, to show all those alphas
that Arthur Kirkland had a very strong and very protective mate who
of them if they tried anything funny. Ok, not kill because Alfred
liked being a police officer, but he would definitely arrest the
assholes. After punching them in the face.
the parties, Alfred would stay with Arthur during the whole time.
They’d walk around, Arthur would introduce Alfred to his bosses and
friends and coworkers, they’d talk and Alfred even pretended to be
interested sometimes. And every time he noticed someone staring at
Arthur, Alfred would give cheap excuses to kiss him, to touch his
cheek and to press Arthur’s face gently against his neck, to make
sure his scent was on Arthur, to make sure anyone could smell it.
Arthur thought it was too much, but he let Alfred do it anyway
because Alfred knew he liked to show off.
at that party in particular there was a moment Alfred had to leave
Arthur for a while – he had been drinking a lot of Cokes – he was
the designated driver, as always – and he had to go pee. Arthur was
on his third glass of wine, but he was talking to some betas and
omegas about some funny work incident, so Alfred assumed it would be
safe to leave him for a couple minutes.
felt rage and jealousy bubbling inside of him when he got back to
find an alpha cornering his
Not literally, but it might as well be the case. The man was leaning
closer to Arthur to smell him, a smirk on his lips as he talked and
looked to Arthur’s body as if he was looking at something he might
even thinking about it, Alfred went to them, passing his arm around
Arthur’s shoulders and bringing him closer to him, almost making him
spill his full glass of wine on Alfred’s shirt.
babe, who gave you another glass? Haven’t you drank too much
already?” Alfred said, kissing Arthur’s forehead and looking at the
other alpha, looking really deep into his brown eyes, eyebrows
chuckled, “Yes, yes, I know. John said another glass wouldn’t make
any more damage, though, and I agree.”
it’s just a bit more of wine, and Arthur’s having fun, aren’t you?”
the alpha said, and Alfred felt outraged at that. What the fuck was
that guy trying to accomplish there? If he didn’t fuck off Alfred was
I’m having fun! John was just saying… he was inviting me to go join
him and the other guys in a pub for the after-party…” Arthur
glared at John, anger filling him.
was?” Alfred said with a sweet smile that made the other alpha give
a step back, “I think you’ve had enough parties for today, babe.”
Alfred told Arthur, snuggling his cheek against his, making Arthur
chuckle some more, “You’re drunk.” his eyes never leaving the
You are. I think we’ll have to skip the after-party, John.” Alfred
said, kissing Arthur’s neck gently, but enough to make him sigh
kiss my mark in public, Al…” Arthur mumbled to him, leaving the
half-empty glass of wine at the counter and walking with Alfred when
he started to do so.
yeah, no problem.” John said, and as Alfred passed him he mouthed,
something and I will
see John nod made him smile.
you say something, Al?” Arthur asked, but Alfred quickly shook his
You must be super drunk, man. Let’s go home, okay?”
Okay. We should have sex when we get there.” Arthur suggested in a
low whisper, which made Alfred laugh, his rage and anger giving space
to a softer feeling.
think about it. If you can stay awake till we get home.” he
answered, kissing Arthur’s forehead and this time not because he
wanted to show someone Arthur was with him, but because he deeply,
sincerely loved that person.
I’ll do that. I’ll stay awake.” Arthur ensured.
than ten minutes later Arthur was asleep, his head bumping lightly
against the car window, and Alfred couldn’t help but to quietly
laugh. He loved Arthur. He loved his mate, and he would protect him
with all he had. Always.
Requested: Haz gets jealous of Reader & Tom’s relationship.
4 months, it had been 4 months since you and Tom had been dating and you loved every second of it. He was an amazing guy with a great sense of humor and he was such a gentle person, the only problem was his best friend: Harrison.
You thought it was a bit odd that he literally went everywhere Tom went. Sure that was his life long friend but it was a bit off putting. At first you didn’t have a problem with it but you noticed his behavior towards you, like he didn’t want you around. He would always talk over you, try his hardest to interrupt your alone time with Tom, and would even give you evil looks. You had pretty thick skin so none of it really hurt your feelings. But you wanted to say something to him and to Tom but you knew that that would cause some tension.
You snapped out of your thoughts as your phone rang, “Hey baby!” You smiled. “Hey love I’m outside.” You put on your jacket and walked outside with a huge grin on your face. You skipped to the car and the smile disappeared as you saw Harrison sitting in the front seat. He only rolled down the window a bit, “The back.”
You groaned but you were a bit surprised. Those were the most words he had uttered to you the past few months.
Tom gave you a look and mouthed a quick sorry. “So we’re going to the movies.” Tom said. “Okay what movie-”, “I really hope that we get the good seats. I heard this movie is really good.” Harrison said interrupting you, once again.
Tom had noticed how rude he always was to you but he didn’t want to lose his best friend but he didn’t want to lose you either.
Once again Haz managed to completely ruin what was supposed to be a good date. You had enough and once Tom pulled up to your place you rushed out the car and walked to the drivers side. “I need to talk to you.” You said to him. “Okay.”
“Get out of the car.” You demanded. “Oh okay” While he unbuckled his seat belt, you noticed Harrison doing the same. “Alone. Sorry Harrison but you can’t follow him everywhere.”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead but you didn’t care. After Tom go out, you drug him behind you and made sure you were far away from the car.
“What’s wrong love?” He grabbed your hands and looked you in the eye. “I really like you Tom, I really do but I can’t do this anymore.” He let your hand go, “W-what?”
“I want to be in a relationship with you but I can’t do it.” You started getting emotional and brushed your fingers on his cheek. “I can’t take Harrison being a dick. I didn’t ask for a tag-a-long when we made us official.”
“I was going to say something to him but-”, “No need he’s your best friend and he obviously can’t handle your attention being divided. And I don’t want to be the girl who broke up two best mates.”
“But Y/N-” His voice cracked and his heart broke. “I’m sorry Tom.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and on his lips. “But I suggest you talk to him about his jealousy problem before you find another girl or it just might be you and Haz.”
You were falling in love with Tom but you couldn’t take it. You honestly felt that this was probably what Haz had wanted, for you to be gone.
Haz noticed his friends entire demeanor had changed. “What’s up mate?” He asked as Tom got in the car. “You okay?” He put his hands on Tom’s shoulder but Tom jerked away. “Fuck you Harrison!”
“What?”, “You jealous dick. You cost me one of the greatest things in mhy life.” Without another word Tom sped off.
Haz stood outside his friends room and felt like shit as he heard him crying. He knew Tom was in love with you but he couldn’t bare losing his best friend to someone. “Tom-”, “Piss off.”
“I-I didn’t mean to-” Haz jumped as his best friend swung the door open and stood in front of him. His eyes were red and puffy, “Of course you meant it. Youu hated the idea of me being around anyone but yourself.” Tom went on a rant and after he finished Harrison felt like absolute shit. “It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy mate, it’s just it’s always been us and I thought Y/N would mess up our friendship.”
Tom shook his head, “You’re my best friend man. I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t replace you.”
After they made up Tom looked at his phone, “She answer?”
Tom just shook his head and tossed his phone. “She was the best thing that happened to me man.”
Haz nodded and knew he had to fix it.
It was Saturday morning and you were jamming to so music while trying to tidy up your apartment when you heard a knock. “Coming.” You looked out the peephole and groaned. “What?”, “Can I come in?”
You sighed and opened the door, “What?”, “Hi.” Haz said handing you flowers. You were a bit afraid because Harrison was never nice to you. “I came here to say I’m sorry and to beg you to please get back with Tom.”
It took a lot of convincing you but after Harrison sincerely apologized you left with him. “He looks like hell by the way.” Haz said while opening the door. There he was sitting on the couch staring blankly at the TV. “Tom?”
His head snapped up and his eyes grew, “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked jumping up and running to you. “Harrison came by and apologized.”
“Really?”, “Yeah.” He stood in front of you and held your hands. “Well I’ll be in my room.” Haz left and let you two talk
5 months later.
You sat on Tom’s lap as the movie in front of you played. “Where’s Haz?” You asked. “He’s working on a script for a possible movie.” Tom mumbled. “Is he coming over? I miss that loser.”
It had been over 5 months since all three of you had worked out the issue at hand. You and Haz were closer than ever and he was like a brother to you. It took some getting used to but he finally accepted the fact his best friend was in love.
“Don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around.” Tom joked. “This is great. My best friend and my girlfriend finally getting along.”
Everything was in perfect harmony. You had your amazing boyfriend and Haz had his best friend.
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“ugh i hate calculus with my whole heart” i mutter flicking through my text book pooping a few gummy bears in my mouth. it was free period so Betty, Kevin and I decided to try and study for a calculus text tomorrow.
my brother and he’s team mates were also here with veronica and jughead sitting off to the side taking in everyone’s conversation. i catch him glances at me which cause me to smile and fiddle with the ends of his jacket
reggie was going on about his theories on who killed jason and everyone was getting pretty fed up with his antics
“it couldn’t have been a jock-” i groan closing my book “reggie can you just stop! jesus christ” he turns in his seat smirking at me.
“well well well my little vixen what’s gotten into you-” i roll my eyes “im trying to study and i can hear is your idiotic voice so it’d be wonderful if you just shut the hell up!” i smile sweetly the room snickering at my response.
“terribly sorry my lady- please continue working” i curse under my breathe turning my attention away from reggie and toward the brunette leaning against the far table, a smirk drawn on his face, i give him a wink causing his chest to shake as he laughs
my attention is brought back when reggie bellows jugheads name, i move out of the chair and over to reggie, “seriously?” he ignores me and continues to interrogate jughead
“what was it like suicide squad? when you shot jason?” “you didn’t do stuff to the body right? like after?”
i turn to jughead awaiting his response “its call necrophilia reggie, can you spell it?” he replies emotionless. he’s arms folded across his chest
“come here you little punk” reggie launches himself over the couch and rushes up the jughead not before archie jumps in front of him pushing reggie in the chest away from the two
i sigh relived that my brother was protecting him even though they weren’t the best of friends right now
everyone stands “boys” veronica warns touching chuck on the arm, i look at her puzzled at how snug she was being with yet another jock
i push past moose and grab reggie by the shoulder “would you just stop for a minute-?” i spit annoyed at the air head “leave him alone” i warn. he pushes up his selves glancing from me to jughead to my brother and then back to me.
“wait is that jugheads jacket your wearing princess?-” my brother shoves him once more “god just shut up reggie”
“what do you care Andrews?”
he glances quickly to me before back to reggie “nothing just leave him alone”
i smile small at my brother but it’s short lived as reggie speaks “holy crap”
“did you and donny darko kill him together? was it some sort of pervy blood brother thing?”
my brother shoves the raven headed boy, jugheads eyes going wide stepping away from the table and outstretching his arms shielding me from the two. i push past his arms and place a hand on Reggies chest “walk away”
anger flashes in his eyes “no can do princess” and with that he grabs my brother and throws him into the vending machine the glasses smashing, arms around me waist tug me back and i try and fight it until i realise it was jug.
Chuck and Jughead are up trying to pry the two apart as they wrestle on the ground Reggie getting one solid punch to my brothers eye before giving up the fight and letting Chuck drag him up holding him against the wall to stop him from causing further harm.
i move toward him anger moving through me like a tidal wave, “don’t you ever speak to my friends like that ever again- and i swear if you lay another hand on my brother i will make sure you cannot reproduce got it?” i sneer and he wink at me “god i love it when your mad” a flick switches and i punch him right in the eye.
he tries to break free from chuck as i continue to hit him annoyance taking away “you little jerk” i yell being lifted off the ground and dragged out of the room by the beanie wearing brunette
he walks me over to my locker as we see the principle enter the room walking away with the two jocks “i can’t believe him” i mumble slamming my hands against the locker
“hey don’t let him get to you” he places his hand on my shoulder and i exhale loudly “yeah i know- i don’t get how you can deal with it jug- what he said was totally out of hand and im sorry-” he shakes his head “don’t worry about it i seemed to have both andrews in my corner anyway”
i smile down at my feet “did you and archie make up last night?” he shifts on his feet “uh- no no we didn’t we just talked and yeah” i sigh “will you ever?” he shrugs again “i don’t know- i want to tell you it’s just” he clears his throat “it’s fine jug, ive got practice ill see you tonight at the rally?” he nods “yeah”
“(y/n) wait-” i turn and face him “will i be getting my jacket back anytime soon?” he chuckles, my eyes widen i had totally forgotten that i hadn’t returned it to him since he gave it to me last night “my bad” i shrug off the jacket and he shakes his head
“no no- keep it for now- it’ll give me an excuse to see you again-” i blush but continue to remove the jacket “i have practice so ill be in my uniform so it’ll just be in my locker so please take it, the game can be your excuse”
he reluctantly takes it from me and places it in his locker “i don’t think ill ever be able to wear it again, you wore it too well so now it doesn’t look as good on me anymore” he gives me a smug smile “yeah yeah whatever jones, i love that jacket on you-”
“see you tonight” i yell to him as i walk myself toward the girls locker room, great a whole period of my two favourite people; Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge.
after what seemed like the longest hour of my life the bell finally rings ending the period and i give a silent prayer as i now have an excuse to put as much distance as i possible can before i launch myself at veronica for breaking a thousand girl codes.
my head was aching from listen to her trying to tell Betty how she realised she did was wrong but she wasn’t the only one involved and that apparently she was being a ‘good’ friend and ‘protecting’ betty because cheryl would’ve gone in if veronica didn’t.
im almost in the clear until i hear the all to familiar voice calling out my name, i bring my hands to my mouth and scream into them before slapping a smile on my face and turning to face the raven haired girl.
“okay so i understand your mad at me for what happened between me and your brother and I just want to apologise” i pause before i answer trying to think of ways to place it nicely.
“look ronnie i wouldn’t have given a crap if you hooked up with my brother okay he can date and kiss whoever the hell he wants but when you add my girl to the mix that’s where i draw the line, you knew how betty felt- you both did yet not one of you thought to yourself maybe i shouldn’t smash b’s heart to smithereens” i smile sarcastically
“if your goal was to piss me off to the point where i actually can’t stand to be near you then congrats you’ve done that. im annoyed and hungry so quite frankly don’t approach me until ive calmed down because i swear i will take you down and i really don’t want to make an enemy out of you”
i move past her and make my way to my locker to grab a few things before heading home to change and prepare for the rally tonight it’s supposedly forecast to flash flood but for some wack reason they’re making us cheer in the pouring rain. yay school spirit
“oh for fuck sakes can’t a girl just be left alone!” i complain turning to see the smug look of Reggie Mantle, black eye and all. “not in the mood Mantle shove along go find another cheerleader to torment.
i begin to walk out of the school reggie still hot on my heels “but your my own and only vixen i swear” i furrow my brows at the boy and ignore him as i begin my journey home
im almost at my house when I realise reggie still trailing behind me “jeez reg what are you walking me home?” i complain trying to pick up my pace “we aren’t in school anymore you can leave me alone and stop acting like an asshole”
“oh c'mon (y/n/n) i thought we were past this” he complains stopping at the gate to my house “guess we aren’t” i say enthusiastically giving a thumbs up for encouragement before slamming the front door and flopping onto the couch.
the front door opens and closes but im too tired and grumpy to move so i stay out sprawled out onto the couch “why is reggie outside our house?” archie asks moving my legs so he could sit down.
i sit up and take the apple from his hand “reggie who?”
“you ready for tonight?” i ask the blonde girl fiddling with my hair as we start the walk toward school
she nods her head and to swinging her blonde pony tail “im actually really excited- my first pep rally as a river vixen” she giggle spinning around in her uniform
“well miss betty cooper you were made to be a cheerleader, us vixens are lucky to have you” i encourage her attempting to calm the nerves i know she has.
“thanks (y/n/n), im so glad your back” i wink at the blonde “so am i- i did really miss you a lot, seems like everyone’s life just sort went on with me” i smile sadly.
we enter the locker room and my good mood seems to have diminished completely “ronnie!” Betty calls to the raven haired girl gesturing her over so we could walk out onto the field together
“looking good ladies” veronica compliments offering me a small smile, i decide to return it “we good?” she questions and i take a second to respond “yeah lodge we’re good”
she smiles placing both hands on our shoulders “now should be go and show some school spirit” her grin wide and preppy cheerleader tone on point “lets go!” i return the enthusiasm throwing up some spirit fingers.
we rush onto the field bouncing on the balls of the feet and get the crowd up and alive, it was pouring down and we were soaked as soon as we stepped foot onto the field. the bleachers filled with umbrellas to shield themselves.
the mayor steps up to the podium and gives a small speech dedicating the rally to the late jason blossom before introducing josie and the pussycats and the river vixens to start their performance
the music starts and we launch into the routine all eyes on us as we swish around our skirts doing a few flips but mostly choreography from one miss blossom. i grab my poms and start catching jughead staring right at me, it throws me off but i mange to get back into the groove a blush covering my face
we finish our routine and coach runs across the stage and introduce the almighty riverdale bulldogs. they break through the banner my brother at the front of the group wearing jasons jersey. i freeze sickness washing over me, i turn instantly to see cheryl turning white before catching my gaze and bolting off the field.
betty & veronica rush off the field following her but i decide against following them and walk toward my brother whom was amongst the crowd talking to one jughead jones
puzzled i jog over smiling brightly as i approach the two “whatcha talking bout” i ask smiling shyly at the brunette, i bump hips with my brother “nice way to spook everyone arch” i tease and he just shakes his head
“so?” i raise my eyes brows glancing between the two awfully chummy “uh arch just apologised and well im going to give him a second chance” jug speaks playing with the back of his neck
i smile to myself jumping up and down before launching myself into jughead, he stumbles but wraps his arms around my waist holding me up before setting me down “thank you” i mumble into his ear before turning and punching my brother playfully in the arm
“about time you big idiot”
“ow!” he exaggerates rubbing his arm “oh stop being a baby” i roll my eyes at him the boy laughing at the sibling banter
“Pop’s?” i ask the two and they nod i start walking and the lag behind “c'mon what are we waiting for!” they laugh and share a glance before jogging to catch up to my long strides
“can i ask yous something” archie asks me as we start our short journey to pop’s “shoot” i tell him adjusting my gym bag on my shoulder before jughead removes it from my slinging it on his own shoulder
“what’s with you two, why have you been wearing jughead’s jackets are yous like a thing or-?” i giggle glancing at the brunette next to me who decides to stay quite
“it was pouring down on the way over from the dance, i was cold so he leant it to me and i wore it to school the next day to return it. is it really that big of a deal?”
he shakes his head “not that it’s really any of your business anyway right jug?” he looks at me wide eyes glancing between his best friend and his little sister “i mean yeah”
i laugh at his nervousness and push open the door to Pop’s spotting B & V already sitting in a both toward the back, i don’t wait for the boys i just continue down and slip in next to veronica
“ladies” i smile at them and betty turns in her seat looking at my brother and he’s best friend, i realise instantly and cuss under my breathe “they don’t have to seat sorry my bad” she shakes her head and speaks out to the boys as they wait for permission to join us”
“you wanna join us?” they both share a smile “only if your treating” jughead comments walking over and sliding in next to me placing his arm along the back of the booth
i watch as my brother does the same sharing a glance of respect with betty then
laughing at something veronica said as we all sit cozily in our booth waiting for our food to arrive engrossed in our own little world.
i feel jugheads arm drop slowly resting on my shoulder causing me to wriggle closer to him sharing a smile with the brunette before returning back to the conversation
last nights drama had fizzled away, friendships mended and on their way to being so for now we sit happy and content wonder what tomorrow brings and in this moment i smile this, this was home.
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Keith was not happy with their new arrangement at first and nobody could blame him. He was possessive, and Shiro was his everything. He wanted Shiro for him and only him, and he wasn’t stupid. Everyone knew Lance used to have a crush on Shiro, what if he tried to take him away from him?
It was not fair.
But the omega was right. The alpha hormones were getting in the way of his relationship, and it was destroying it. If letting Lance in was what they needed to keep what they had, he was going to welcome him with arms open.
That’s why when Lance arrived to their room and Shiro throw him on the bed, Keith moved towards him and showed interest in the boy, breathing in his scent.
He had to remembered Lance, even when he was annoying sometimes, was not bad. They were friends, and friends helped each other. And right now, Lance was trying to help them get the release they needed to keep functioning as a couple.
Keith was surprised when he didn’t feel jealousy the moment Shiro pushed him aside and went down on Lance. He actually felt himself getting hard by the sight of his partner bringning so much pleasure to the omega. He knew from experience how good Shiro was.
They shared Lance, and never stop touching or kissing each other. Keith felt relieved, he thought that Shiro was going to forget completely about him and focus on Lance. But he didn’t.
They touched and workship Lance’s body, bringing the boy to edge several time. They fucking so hard they left him breathless, and Keith never felt so good in his life.
He felt… Like himself again. He could breath, there was none of that alpha-crazed thoughts he had. He no longer had the desire to challenge Shiro, he only wanted to returned to his lover arms. They smiled, and looked over where Lance was sleeping.
It was thanks to him they could be together again.
Shiro knew that once wouldn’t be enough. And they end up having Lance as a guest on their bed more and more often. Before he could notice Lance was everywhere they went. It wasn’t Shiro and Keith anymore, it was Shiro, Ketih and Lance.
He coulnd’t complain. He really enjoyed the omega’s presence. And he could see how much Keith was starting to like him.
They became really close. Lance even started taking care of them not only as the omega of the pack, but as their omega. It was lovely to see. Shiro felt many times tempeted to scent him, but he never did (and never allowed Keith to do it) because he didn’t want to overstep boundaries. Lance was helping, not… Being on a relationship with them. He was their friend, only that.
Shiro felt many times tempted to scent Lance and kissed him, but he never did (and never allowed Keith to do it either) because he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. What if it made Lance uncomfortable? He wasn’t in a relationship with them, maybe Lance would see it as too much.
Their ruts came and it wasn’t pretty. Things got really complicated and if it weren’t for Lance, it would’ve been a fucking disaster.
The sex was… Different. Shiro and Keith fought over Lance, a thing they never did before. The omega didn’t notice, because the three of them kept hanging out together. But when Lance was gone, things got akward. They couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, and about what probably meant.
Lance’s heat came, and Shiro knew it wasn’t fair, but he rejected Lance. He and Keith really wanted to be there for him. It was a sweet and tempting idea. But after what happened in their ruts, a heat wouldn’t be advisable.
Heats were know to be stronger, and Lance’s normal scent was already strong enough. What if his heat made them fight again? What if Lance woulnd’t be able to stop it this time? Shiro needed to be careful. Even if it hurt him to reject the omega, it was the best for them.
Things changed, and it wasn’t obvious at first, but they didn’t spend as much time as before with Lance. It was not because they didn’t like him or anything. Keith and Lance were getting along really well lately, and Shiro appreciated him a lot. But there was this unspoken thing the alphas knew it was there but both refuse to acknowledge.
“We need to talk about this, Keith. We can not keep doing the things we do with him if we are not sure if we want him with us.” Shiro said, finally feeling brave enough to bring the conversation up.
“Why not? We’re fine the way we are. And he told us it was ok.”
“No, we’re not. Do you realise how unffair it is to him? We’re not even talking to him right now because we are too trying to figure out whatever this is. And the only times we are with him is to fuck.”
“It sounds awfully wrong when you say it like that.”
He murmured looking uncomfortable.
“Because it is wrong! You are concerned about this too, i know it. I noticed you started avoiding him. You always avoid people when you have something on your mind. Especially if it’s about them.” He looked tensed. Keith was clearly nervous. “Do you like Lance, Keith?”
“… I don’t know.” He answered in a low voice. “And you? Do you like him?”
Shiro sighed. “I don’t know, Keith. I don’t know…”
After that, the alphas decided to keep their distance from Lance until they figured out their problems. Shiro thought it was a bad idea to keep treating Lance as part of them if they weren’t sure about their feelings for him. What if they got his hopes up and they one of them changed their minds about adding the omega to their relationship? It wouldn’t be right.
They didn’t stop their little encounters, though.
A bad decision, indeed.
“But what if he rejects us Shiro?! “Ketih said looking angry. “What if he was only doing that. Helping us! He likes you, that’s obvious. But… I don’t know if he wants me like that.”
“No, you know it’s true. We may get along better now, but the fact that we fucked does not mean anything. Maybe it’s only sexual desire what he feels towards me, not love.”
“If we never talk about this with him–”
“I’m not ready to talk, Shiro.”
“No! And what if he says yes? But we start fighting over him and we just… Stop loving each other. What if you stop loving me?” And Keith looked so hurt, so scared, that Shiro felt his heart shrink.
“There you are love birds!” Said Hunk with a big smile, unaware of the tension in the room. “Allure sent me to get you, we’re about to meet prince Lotor and she wants all her paladins to be there!”
“Yes, thank you Hunk, we’ll going.” Shiro offered his hand to Keith, who after a few seconds grab it with a strong grip.
The meeting was a success and they were now celebrating.
But that didn’t mean Keith felt better. He was still disturbed by the conversation he had with Shiro earlier. He was full with doubt, and didn’t know what to do.
Shiro, noticing the state of his mate, took him to the center of the ball room and then hold one hand, and put the other one on his waist.
“What are you doing?” Keith asked, a little confused.
“Dancing with you, obviously.”
“Shiro, i hate dancing.”
“No you don’t.”
“Well, i’m not good at dancing.”
“But i am, just follow my lead.”
Keith looked uncomfortable at the beginning, but when the started spinning and Shiro lift him, he couldn’t help his giggles. Shiro started laughing too.
They hugged tightly and when they part, Shiro kissed his lips.
“I will never stop loving you, Keith. Ok? "The other alpha nodded. "You want Lance, i want Lance. Him, being part of our relationship won’t break us apart. It will only makes us stronger.”
“Are you sure?”
“… I’m sure.”
What? What? Is this just a misunderstanding???? lololol
It was supposed to be only one chapter, but you guys left me so many nice comments here and on ao3 that i couldn’t resist writing more.
And i was like, “Huh, just one more chapter, right?” wELL I don’T ThIK SO. Yes, there’ll be chapter 3. Because this can’t end it just like this :v
In other news, what do you think about this chapter guys? I know, the way Shiro and Keith handle things was not the best, but they aren’t bad. Just stupid, lol. Also, i promise you all that Lotor will appear next.
I meant to follow up my post about the happy bits of chapter
2 of OBSABH with… a post about the angsty bits. And I do want to, and I intend to, but then I couldn’t do it. Not yet
anyway. It’s all just too sad. So I ended up redirecting my
thoughts to a different matter, one which I’m sure is not far from anyone’s
mind… where is Viktor going when he
leaves his hotel room in chapter 9 and gets jumped by Yuuri?
So on a more lighthearted note… in no particular order here’s my list
of 20 places Viktor Nikiforov might have be going to on that fateful night (and
it is fateful. If he’d left two minutes
earlier or later, things would have been so different):
(I have put a cut here again because it ended up being long)
This is where we are putting fics that we haven’t had a chance to look for or have and have come up with nothing. So if you know any of these, feel free to message us or use the ask box. We may not catch it if you use the ‘reply’ function. Thanks!!!
Stiles and Derek are about to get it on but Derek looses control and gives Stiles the Alpha bite. Stiles freaks out over the whole thing, shunning Derek and later learns that Derek did it instinctively to protect his mate.
during a pack meeting at the hale house scott wanted allison to be a part of the pack but stiles snapped at him and told him no because he and the others weren’t comfortable with her yet
The sheriff is dead, killed by some werewolf. Stiles is taken in by the remaining Hale pack. Peter is the Alpha and Derek is his beta. At first Stiles hates werewolves and Derek but slowly they fall in love. Peter killed the sheriff and Laura. And he was also behind the killing of Dereks parentes I think. I remember that Stiles helps Derek during his heat in this and that in the end Derek kills Peter and it Sterek endgame. Derek is a beta and older then Stiles. Derek is a bit shy . Slow build Sterek and I don’t remember if it’s a one shot or not but it’s complete
Sterek one, and the only thing I remember is that there is a quote repeating in the fic, and one of them read it in a magazine or a book - how you fall in love with people once you see them how they act when no-one is looking
Sterek? Scott, allison, mr argent call a pack meeting in the argent basement (to talk about alphas?) and pov stiles arrives last and has a panic attack, Derek’s pack comfort him and guard him and derek gets angry and like yells ‘what did you do to him?!??’ And declares stiles part of his pack.
Stiles and Scott moved to NY where Scott is bitten, Stiles starts having magic.
stiles was largely ignored by he group of people at home so his half sister who he has never met brings Claudia back as a ghost and forces the group to watch stiles through visions and won’t let them contact him
So many more after the cut! So many. Help if you can. But please don’t respond on this post. message us or ask us.
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- Perhaps when my task here was done, I’d burn this manor to the ground, too. Starting with those roses.
- But it was the vines—the thorns—that had made it unlivable. My old bedroom had been overrun with them. They’d curved and slithered over the walls, entwined themselves amongst the debris. As if they’d crawled off the trellises beneath my windows, as if a hundred years had passed and not months.
- To see Ianthe. And at last decide how I was going to shred her into pieces.
- Healing. Alive and healing. I reminded myself of that every day. Even when I still heard their screams, smelled their blood.
- That was my first step: make Tamlin believe, truly believe, that I loved him and this place, and everyone in it. So that he would not suspect when I turned them on each other.
- Not to demand the whereabouts of the two sets of wings his father had kept as trophies after he’d butchered Rhysand’s mother and sister.
- I let my glow spread, until it, too, rippled from Lucien’s bowed form. A knight before his queen.
- I was the nightmare. Preying on what Tamlin had feared from my very first days here. I had not forgotten that long-ago fight he’d picked with Lucien. The warning he’d given him to stop flirting with me. To stay away. The fear that I’d preferred the red-haired lord over him
- “What have you done,” Lucien breathed, and Tamlin’s face was the picture of devastation as Lucien shoved him aside.
- And if I could have painted that moment, I would have named it A Portrait in Snares and Baiting.
- Alis squeezed my hand. “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.” My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her. She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid.
- “I’m going with you,” he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. “I’m getting my mate back.” There was no time for this argument. For the truth and debate and the answers I saw he desperately wanted. Tamlin and the others would have heard the shouting by now. “Don’t make me regret this,” I told him.
- Cassian had taught me to always have a second escape route. Always.
- “But I think letting his court collapse around him is a better punishment. Certainly longer than an easy death.”
- “Tell me about her—about Elain,” Lucien said quietly.
- Closer and closer to the shore, to the awaiting party of sentries that winnowed in out of nowhere. No, no, no—A shadow slammed into the earth before us, cracking the ice toward every horizon. Not a shadow. An Illyrian warrior.
- “There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” one of Lucien’s brothers spat. A faint smile played on my mouth. “There is now.” And it was time for the world to know it.
- And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded … My face crumpled. A small, broken noise cracked from me. Rhys was instantly moving, but my legs had already given out. The foyer carpet cushioned the impact as I sank to my knees. I covered my face with my hands while the past month crashed into me. Rhys knelt before me, knee to knee.
- Lucien said nothing while Rhys spoke. Or when I continued with my tale, Cassian often chiming in with his own account of how it’d been to live with two mated-yet-un-mated people, to pretend Rhys wasn’t courting me, to welcome me into their little circle.
- “And you love him. And he—he truly does love you.” Lucien dragged a hand through his red hair. “And all these people I have spent my centuries hating, even fearing … They are your family.” “I think Amren would probably deny that she feels any affection for us—” “Amren is a bedtime story they told us as younglings to make us behave. Amren was who would drink my blood and carry me to hell if I acted out of line. And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.”
- “I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative,” Lucien breathed.
- “As far as I can recall, Cassian,” Rhys countered drily, “you actually said you needed a reprieve from staring at our ugly faces, and that some ladies would add some much-needed prettiness for you to look at all day.” “Pig,” Amren said.
- “I’ll never forget it, you know,” he said, blowing out a breath. “The moment when he spoke to us all, mind to mind. When I realized what was happening, and that … he’d saved us. Trapped us here and tied our hands, but …”
- “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?”
- Again, that dry, quiet smile. “Why do you think Illyrians are so fit?” “Why did no one warn me about this cocky side of yours?” Azriel’s mouth twitched upward.
- “Nesta,” the Bone Carver murmured. “Nes-ta.” I squeezed Cassian’s hand. Enough. It was enough of this teasing and taunting. But he didn’t look at me. “How the wind moans her name. Can you hear it, too? Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.” I wasn’t sure Cassian was breathing.
- But Rhys rubbed his jaw, weighing, thinking. Then he said simply, “Only Nesta would not just conquer Death—but pillage it.”
- They outright gasped as Rhys simply perched on the arm of the throne, smirked at me, and said to the Court of Nightmares, “Bow.” For they had not. And with me seated on that throne … Their faces were still a mixture of shock and disdain as they all dropped to their knees.
- Cassian was halfway to Mor when she whirled on Rhys and said, “Why?” Her voice broke. And something in my chest cracked, too, at the tears that began running down her face.
- Cassian casually slid Nesta behind him, his fingers snagging in the skirts of her black gown. As if to reassure himself that she wasn’t in Amren’s direct path. Nesta only rose onto her toes to peer over his shoulder.
- Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”
- I caught Cassian glancing at me for the third time in less than a minute and demanded, “What?” His lips twitched at the corners. “You just look so …” “Here we go,” Mor muttered from where she picked at her red-tinted nails against the stair banister.
- “Welcome to the court,” he said to her. “You’re about to have one hell of a first day.” And to my eternal shock, a smile tugged at Nesta’s mouth.
- as Kallias opened his mouth—And then my friend squealed. Squealed. Both females hurtled for each other, and Mor’s squeal had turned to a quiet sob as she flung her arms around the slender stranger and hugged her tight. The female’s own arms were shaking as she gripped Mor.
- VIVIANE IS BADASS
- “She is Fae.” “No shit,” Viviane muttered under her breath, and Mor’s snort was cut off as Kallias raised his brows at them. Helion ignored them.
- “I rescind the blood rubies. Let there be no debts between us.” “Don’t expect Amren to return hers,” Cassian muttered. “She’s grown attached to it.” I could have sworn a smile tugged on Varian’s mouth.
- But Viviane nodded, chin high, and rose. “I will fight with you.” Cresseida stood a heartbeat later. “As will I.” Both of them looked to the males in their court. Tarquin and Kallias rose. Then Helion, smirking at me and Rhys. And finally Thesan—
- I let my gaze dart through the room, half paying attention to Helion’s musing on the wall and how to repair it, then dared study the High Lord for a heartbeat. Look at him. The nose is the same, the smile. The voice. Even Lucien’s skin is darker than his brothers’.
- Nesta was watching me carefully. I admitted to her, “Sometimes … I have problems with small spaces.” “I can’t get into a bathtub anymore. I have to use buckets.” I hadn’t known—hadn’t even thought that bathing, submerging in water…“ Nesta said.
- Nesta stepped forward. Then another step. And another. Until she was in front of Graysen, faster than anyone could see. Until Nesta smacked him hard enough that his head snapped to the side. “You never deserved her,” Nesta snarled into the stunned silence as Graysen cupped his face and swore, bending over. Nesta only looked back at me.
- Run, the Suriel mouthed once more, blood dribbling past its withered lips. That was pain in its eyes. Real pain, as mortal as any creature. And if Ianthe took it alive to Hybern … The Suriel knew it was a possibility. It had begged me for freedom once … yet it was willing to be taken. For me to run. Its milky eyes narrowed—in pain and understanding. Yes, it seemed to say. Go.
- Amren found me within twenty steps, a wrapped bundle in her arms. “Every time you lot leave me at home, someone manages to get gutted.”
- Amren and Varian didn’t even bother to join us. No, she’d just wrapped her legs around his waist, right there in front of us, and he’d stood, lifting her in one swift movement. I wasn’t entirely sure how Varian managed to walk them out of the tent while still kissing her, Amren’s hands dragging through his hair, letting out noises that were unnervingly like purring as they vanished into the camp.
- “I CAN’T love him like that.” “Why?” “Because I prefer females.”
- “What?” she asked, coming to my side. “I was just thinking,” I said, smile growing, “that whenever you’re ready … I was thinking about how much fun I’m going to have playing matchmaker for you.”
- And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” Amren reached for her, but Nesta roared, “CASSIAN!” She scrambled to her feet, as if she’d leap into the skies.
- “He named his three personal ships after them,” Drakon said with a smile. And there, sailing at the front … I beheld the names of those ships. The Feyre. The Elain. And leading the charge against Hybern, flying over the waves, unyielding and without an ounce of fear … The Nesta. With my father … our father at the helm.
- The talons came first. Replacing fingers and feet. Then dark scales or perhaps feathers, I couldn’t get a look at them, covered his legs, his arms, his chest. His body contorted, bones and muscles growing and shifting. The beast form Rhys had kept hidden. Never liked to unleash.
- threw herself to her knees before Cassian. “Get up,” she sobbed, hauling at his shoulder. “Get up.” He tried—and failed. “You’re too heavy,” she pleaded, but still tried to raise him, fingers scrabbling in his black, bloodied armor. “I can’t—he’s coming—”
- Nesta didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her—lightly. As much as he could manage. Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”
- “Don’t you touch my sister.”
- Rhys’s face was battered—bloody. His hands were still tipped in talons, his canines still elongated. Barely out of that beast form. “You—you freed her—” He was stammering. Shaking. I wasn’t entirely sure how he was even standing.
- It took me a moment to grasp it. What I saw. Rhys was sprawled on the rocky ground, wings draped behind him. He looked like he was sleeping. But as I breathed in—It wasn’t there. That thing that rose and fell with each breath. That echoed each heartbeat. The mating bond. It wasn’t there. It was gone. Because his own chest … it was not moving. And Rhys was dead.
- “Be happy, Feyre.” Tamlin said quietly.
- “Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.”
- “Hasn’t anyone told you? You’re disgustingly rich.” “Just because I have money doesn’t mean I need to spend it.” He squeezed my knee. “Good. We need someone with a head for money around here. I’ve been bleeding out gold left and right thanks to our Court of Dreams taking advantage of my ridiculous generosity.”
- A gift. All of it.
- There are more tales to be told in the land of Prythian … THE SERIES WILL CONTINUE IN 2018
“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, holding her icy hand in his, eyes closed as tears formed behind them. “I’m sorry Fireheart. I’m sorry, for hating you, for not seeing how broken you were. I’m sorry I couldn’t see how much you needed a light.” Nothing happened. He had never once apologized to her when she was with him… He was trying now, in case his sorrow could reach her and being her back. But there was no sudden jerk of her fingers or beating of her heart. He doubted she could even hear his words, but he needed to try, for her, his mate who never- would never- have enough time to love. “I’m sorry I never realised, that you were my mate. I’m sorry I never noticed. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. That you had to be strong all over again and I wasn’t there. I’m sorry Fireheart, I’m so, so, sorry.” And still, nothing changed. “I miss you. Every day I miss you. Like a knife is piercing into my heart, twisting into it and slowly killing me. I miss your smile, your eyes, your voice. I miss your body against mine. I miss your scent.” Nothing was changing, she wasn’t returning to him and his voice cracked as the tears streamed down his cheeks. “I miss kissing you, because we never did that enough. I miss every moment I didn’t take time to savour. I miss every night, when we would lie there, just you and me, and even, just for a second, we were infinite.” The sound of blades being sharped filled his ears, men and woman shouting at one another to be ready, horses being shoed and armor tightened. But not the sound of her heartbeat. Of either of their heartbeats. “I should’ve reached you sooner. I should’ve loved you harder. I should’ve noticed.” His eyes flickered briefly to the small swell of her stomach. “I should’ve found you,” he choked out, gripping her hand harder. It was so, so cold, no fire burning underneath her skin. He wanted to kiss her, as if it might bring her back to him, but he felt, as if kissing her might steal the last breath lying buried and dormant in her body and he couldn’t bring himself to take it. “It should’ve been me. Gods know I deserve it after everything I’ve done.” His whole body shook as he prayed, and prayed for his Fireheart to come back to him. Prayers weren’t working. Not even Mala was listening to his pleas. Not even the Gods, could give him his Fireheart because they wanted their freedom more than his joy. “I can’t do this,” he whispered unsteadily. “I can’t be alone again…” Footsteps came closer to the tent. “Rowan,” Aedion called, brushing back the tent flaps. “Everyone’s ready,” he sighed, taking in the sight of his cousin who lay, dead, on the bed roll. They were too late. All of them to late, and too stupid to notice what she had done to save them, and they were almost saved, almost… Rowan, did not feel as if he had been saved. “I need time,” Rowan muttered, trying to make his voice even. He didn’t just need time, he needed a miracle. He needed his Fireheart- His mate. “Five minutes. It’s all we have.” Rowan nodded and Aedion left. He looked once more at his Fireheart, who was lifeless and without her flames. “I miss you,” he croaked. “I miss the future we could’ve had, the life, the family.” Once more, his eyes flickered too the bump on her stomach. She’d been with child, and now his Fireheart, and his child, were dead, and he was living his worst nightmare all over again. “Come back to me,” he pleaded, the tears dripping off his cheeks and onto the hand he still clutched in wild desperation. “Please. I’ll do anything, just come home.” But she didn’t, and the five minutes were soon over and he had to leave the tent. He had to leave his Fireheart once more. When he came back, he too, would be dead. He knew it, the way you knew certain things. To get to Erawan, he would die in the process, and it would make him happy. If the Gods could not grant him his joy, he would fight his way through every hell for it.
He’d be with his Fireheart once more.
And Lysandra and Aedion could rule Terrasen, rule it in the ways Aelin would’ve wanted.
And he’d be happy, to be dead and with his Fireheart.
So he walked onto that battlefield, chin high and with an army behind him. And he fought- he was always savage when he fought and anger made him worse. People would speak of the way he fought, long after he was buried, as if a fire had burned inside of him and shielded him until he was walking towards Erawan and swinging his sword. And maybe, Aelin’s fire had burned within him, and protected him, and sheltered him in the love she couldn’t give him when they were separated by heaven and hell.
He killed his way to Erawan and then he killed Erawan and himself.
But he saved everyone.
And he died.
And he was happy, because his Fireheart was waiting.
So where i live and ppl love AOT, i often see that, the ppl say “eren doesnt do anything” “mikasa always saves his ass” etc. And tbh it pisses me off. Eren has deep charachter construction. Eren perfectly shows how people feel when they go through a trauma, and how they feel themselves.For explain, something happened in his past which he wanted to avoid, but he failed bc he was weak, that’s why he blames himself. I think a situation like this can be found in the daily life too when people blame themselves for things we might not be able to change anyways. Eren is exactly like this. Watching the titans eat alive his mother before his eyes and he felt impotent. He blames himself bc he didn’t manage to save her, but nobody cares about the fact that, he was just a fucking 10 years old kid? But i go on. Look at the fact, when Annie betrayed them. He didn’t want to believe, despite the fact that they did not have a strong connection. It was the same with Reiner and Berthold. Bc he is naive, bc ha wanted to trust them. And at the moment when they betrayed him, he couldn’t do anything bc he froze. Tbh when he cried, i cried too,
but only because of the fact that i could relate to that feeling, when you trust people, you believe in them, you are always together, and they betray you, and Eren exactly felt this. But, i go on agian, this is only in the manga, if you don’t read the manga, then this spoiler for you. Eren has huge
self-criticism and self-hate, but we could see this in the season 2 episode 12, and in the manga we see more about this personality.
This tumbles out of him when he asks for historia to eat him and take back his titan power. He says “i shouldn’t have happened” “neither me and my father”. He wanted to die at the moment and give up,bche thinks everything is his fault AGAIN. How he fucked up again, how he was
in the way
when he fails and he is unimportant. Eren always trying and when he fail, he feels that he will never do anything successful. He always has decision, but when
the things dont go as they were planned
his self-hate growing. Eren trying to not always lean on Mikasa. Eren is the most human character in the Attack on Tian. He is a simple human, who is naiv and cares for his mates, is that the reason why he didn’t suspect them with the betray him. His feels always take the control over him and tumbles out of him. Eren isn’t useless,
isnt trash and isnt uneeded. Eren is a human, whom they expect a lot from and he doesn’t always have the power for them/for the things.
Summary: Tom is in awe when you make your entrance at the event. Tom has a surprise of his own if he gets an award either way he wins..
Warnings: swearing cause I swear a lot IRL and so does Tom, and cuteness from his infatuation
“Tom I’m probably going to have to meet you there, my dress just got fixed and I have to go pick it up.. I can’t believe they just fixed it when it was supposed to be ready two days ago” Your voice full of frustration as you gathered your makeup on the counter.
“Darling I’m sure everything is going to be fine and you’ll look stunning as always..” he tries to assure you but how your nerves were getting the best of you made you think otherwise.
“Tom this is the Oscars, I can’t look like rubbish next to you” you say setting your phone down putting it on speakerphone.
“I assure you that you won’t look like rubbish but if you do you’re my rubbish” he teases making you laugh a bit.
“Why aren’t you here at the house?” you ask turning on your curling iron. Grabbing your foundation you put liquid dots on your skin. Taking a beauty blender to bounce the product onto your skin. Thankfully the house you were staying in had an awesome sized bathroom.
“I.. uh I’m shopping for a bowtie last minute.. yeah that’s it” his voice uneasy making you raise a brow.
“Thomas, I know when you’re lying to me.. I packed your suitcase and I put a bowtie and a tie in your suitcase” you stare at your phone waiting for him to respond. There was a slight pause before he continued.
“Oh it wasn’t for me.. I’m with Haz right now” he explains with a nervous laugh. Knowing him and Harrison it was probably true.
“Alright baby, I have to finish getting ready.. I love you and will see you there okay? Zendaya is coming over to help with my hair”
“I love you more, tell her I say hello and not to burn you” his comment making you laugh before hanging up on that fool.
“Dude that was so fucking close” my breath shaking from the nerves. I hated lying to her,I’m not great with secrets.
“You’ve kept it a secret this whole time mate,you got this” Harrison smiles over at me from the chair he was sitting in.
“You sure this is going to go well?” I ask holding the box in my hand,my hand shaking slightly.
“Tom if you don’t do it I will make you,It’s about time you’ve done it too.. there’s no way she could say no, you two are head over heels for each other” He laughs rolling his eyes at me nerves. I open the box to see the diamonds glistening in the light.
“C’mon Tom, we need to get to the venue so I can take some pics of you” Haz punches my black suit clad shoulder.
“Y-yeah I got this.. plus my family came here to support me so I’ll get to see them as well afterwards” I walk along with Harrison out of the store. Thankfully they finished cleaning it today cause today was the day..
“That eyeshadow look is gorgeous, what products did you use?” Zendaya asks as you blend another color into your outer corner.
“I’m using Tarte, I absolutely love their products” you smile taking another brush off of the counter. Dabbing the brush into the glitter shade rubbing it in your inner corner.
Her hands working at your hair adding another gem into the thin braid crown. The rest of your hair fell in soft waves down your back. The gems looking embedded into your hair making it glisten in the bathroom light when you turn your head. What is something that Zendaya can’t do?
Zendaya’s curls were put into a bun with a intense smokey adorning her eyes. She always looked flawless when it comes to events, a true queen in fact. Zendaya is one of your closest friends thanks to Tom introducing you to her. You wouldn’t know what to do if she didn’t give you advice on how to handle being involved with a celebrity. She was truly a blessing.
“You’re going to love it, tonight is going to be truly amazing” she smiles admiring her work on your hair. Picking up a hairspray can she sprays it lightly running her fingers through the waves.
“I think Tom is hiding something from me.. He’s been acting strange these past few weeks we’ve been here in LA” A gut feeling wouldn’t go away and you absolutely hated it. Zendaya’s hand is on your exposed shoulder giving it a squeeze.
“Tom is just weird sometimes, maybe he’s just nervous for the Oscars?” Her body turns in the mirror as she fixes the belt on her outfit. Readjusting it she gives you a reassuring smile in the mirror.
“You’re probably right, I’m going to go and get my dress on” getting up you walk past her heading towards the dress bag.
Grabbing your heels you slip them on. Unzipping your bag the dress hangs in full view in front of you. Slipping off your robe you take the dress off the hanger. Stepping into it and sliding it up your body slowly. The gems on the dress catching your eye making you smile.
Running your fingers through your hair you turn slightly in the mirror. The dress looking like you were mother nature herself. The plunging neckline wasn’t provocative like the other dresses you tried on before this one. You guessed it was the flowers that added some innocence to the neckline.
“Woah” you look up to see Zendaya looking at you in the mirror. Her face looking at you in complete shock and awe.
“So I picked a good one?” you smile doing a small curtsey towards her.
“You look breathtaking… let’s take some pictures then head over there” She quickly pulls out her phone aiming it at you. Posing you give her a smile as the flash goes off.
“Look it’s Tom’s girlfriend and Zendaya!”
“Ladies pose for us!”
“Look at that dress, turn to the side !”
“Zendaya which designer are you wearing?!”
“Zendaya take a picture with us”
“Go ahead and find Tom, I know how all the camera flashes make you nervous” Zendaya whispers down to you giving you a slight hug. Nodding you wave to the cameras before heading towards the doors.
The man at the doorway opens the door for you. Thanking him as you head inside to a room full of actors and actresses. Eyes looking at you made your heart hammer in your chest. Giving the people you know hugs as you make your way farther into the room.
Chris Evans walks up to you telling you he last saw Tom downstairs with Robert getting drinks. He points over towards the staircase that went to a lower floor. Lifting your dress slightly so you don’t trip on it. Your eyes scan the room to land on the one person you were looking for. His eyes lock with yours in a stare that makes your heart skip a beat.
“So did you get the ring in time?” Robert asks me tapping his glass with mine. He takes a sip of his Scotch waiting for a response.
“Yeah, thankfully it was ready to be picked up in time for today” I laugh nervously at him. My nerves were still getting the best of me at the moment.
Murmurs and whispers catch my attention causing me to detach myself from the conversation. I look around to see some people looking in a certain direction. My eyes look up to see the most beautiful woman, my girlfriend to be precise. She looks stunning, absolutely breathtaking…
Walking away from Robert I head towards the edge of the staircase. She descends down the staircase as her dress drags behind her. Our eye contact not breaking as she gets closer and closer to me. My heart rate was rising from how she was making me feel. She reaches the bottom step looking down at me.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous,holy fuck” I breathe out looking at her figure in the dress.
“You look very handsome tonight Tom” her smile melting my heart instantly. Helping her down the last step I pull her body close to mine. Connecting our lips in a longing sweet kiss. When she pulls away her cheeks are tinted a shade of pink.
“Now I feel like rubbish next to you” I laugh running my fingers through my gelled curls.
“Oh shut it you cheeky shit” she giggles taking my hand in hers bringing it up to her lips to give it a kiss. God I love this woman.
“C’mon darling, I want to show you off to everyone” his lips press against your forehead gently calming your nerves instantly.
“I just want to thank everyone in my life for supporting me through my acting career. My family has helped me tons with everything , Harrison has been one of the greatest friends I could ever ask for.. Now if my lovely girlfriend could come up here I want to say something special to you darling..” Holding my award I look over in the direction where she was sitting. I see her figure stand and make her way towards the stage. Setting the award down by the mic stand before I walk over to her.
“Tom… what are you doing?” she asks taking my hand as I helped her up the steps. Walking her over towards the center of the stage.
“Well I wanted to thank you the most darling, you were always there through everything since we first got together.. you saw me as a person rather than a celebrity,I love you so much for that.. Oh shit whats that!?” I freak out pointing behind her causing her to turn around. The crowd gasping in confusion at what’s happening.
“What the hell Tom ,why are you shouting?” She asks while her back is to me. Getting down on one knee I pull out the ring box opening it.
Her hands going up in confusion not knowing what I pointed at.The audience starts shouting for her to turn around. Her body slowly turns around to see me down on one knee. A big smile on my face as I looked up at her.
“Thomas Holland..” her eyes start filling with tears her hand covering her math.
“I want to you to always be there with me in the future.. I want to spend the rest of my life with you .. Will you marry me?” I ask as my heart pounds in my chest. The audience growing silent waiting for her answer.
“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you Tom” she smiles making the audience clap and Zendaya screaming loudly in the background. I could see her at the corner of the stage recording.Putting on the ring her finger I stand up. She attacks me in a hug holding onto me as I spin her around. The audience of my co-stars peers and role models were experiencing another moment of mine that I will remember forever.
“I love you so much” Tears fall down her cheeks as she looks down at me. Her hands pull my face to hers sealing everything with a kiss.