Summary: The story of how you met a teleporter, lost a boy, and found out more than you figured you ever would about the world, yourself, and Jongin. Scenario: teleportation!au, fluff, angst Word Count: 7,285
@randomdancer17 Howdy! May I please request an Oliver Queen imagine based on your line prompt 3 with a combo of 1&2 with a rainstorm. And maybe leading to a number 17? Please and thank you 💋
#3 “Don’t fucking touch me!” #1: “Dance with me” #2 “This is so cliche” #17 “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
*Doing this one so the characters aren’t constantly repeated*
You loved your boyfriend Oli so much, you really did, but sometimes his stupid ideas got in the way of your relationship causing fights to occur.
You had met Oliver a year ago thanks to your best friend Barry and after your first meeting you exchanged numbers and kept in touch.
It wasn’t until you visited Oliver and his team in Star City with Barry and his team that, Oliver finally decided to ask you out, and the rest of the year together became pure bliss as you basically moved in with Oliver in his home.
But then the fighting began to happen, even over the smallest of things because Oliver never talked to you about it first. You hated that he went on missions risking his life and then came home looking barely alive.
It has happened to him too many times to count and you were growing sick of the constant worry of him going too far and dying on the job. So you decided to express your opinions with Oliver and that didn’t go well…
“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N! Why don’t you understand that?” He shouted angrily as he crossed his arms over his chest.
You bit your lip back at the thought of commenting back if he really did save anyone when so many people died in the process bad or not due to his actions.
Instead, you shook your head, “I don’t care that you save lives Oli, I just hate that you don’t consider the risks you take and how you’re not trying to protect your life! How many times have I come home or went to the base after a mission just to see you badly injured, sometimes barely breathing.” You whispered the last part hugging yourself as a recent memory surfaced.
Oliver tried to move closer to you but you step back and growled, your mood instantly changing “Don’t fucking touch me! I’m still mad at you and you can’t change that.”
Oliver rolled his eyes before he attempted to move forward to you again but this time you ran, ran away, ran out the door and into the heavy rain outside only in your leggings and one of Olivers tops that went down halfway on your thighs.
You turned back around to Oliver who was at the entrance and crossed your arms as Oliver sighed shaking his head, “Y/N, please come back in, you’ll get sick.” He begged but you scoffed moving backwards deeper into the rain, by now you were already completely soaked through and your vision was blurry because of the heavy rain.
Oliver hesitated before running back inside, you grew confused until he came back wearing his sweater and had your raincoat in his hand.
He ran out to you in the rain, his hair immediately becoming soaked as he gently placed the raincoat around you. You gave in and slid your arms into the sleeves as you began to shake with the cold.
Oliver pulled you into his chest hugging you tightly. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm until you pulled away placing your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry for shouting.” You mumbled innocently, you were surprised he could hear you over the loud pattering of rain, Oliver amusingly smiled, “I’m sorry for being careless on missions, I promise to be more careful from now on.”
You smiled and nodded thankfully. Oliver pulled away and grabbed your hand twirling you around. “What are you doing?” You asked giggling as he brought you into his chest, playfully swaying back and forth, “Dance with me.” You bit your lip and smiled as he twirled you once again, this time it sent you into a fit of giggles, “This is so cliché!” You realised as he dipped you down but hovered over you so the rain fell around him and missed your face.
You looked up at him, into his gleeful loving eyes that have seen so much misery and torture, you brought your hand to his cheek as you grazed your thumb over his face, he lightly closed his eyes and you could hear him hum in satisfaction.
He fluttered his eyes open to gaze down at you and then lifted you back up so you were both standing properly, he slung an arm around your shoulder and you leant into him as he led to two of you back into the house, “Let’s go inside.”
Oliver did everything he could to keep you dry and comfortable as soon as you both got in, he made you a wonderful steaming hot bath and laid out your favourite woolly pyjamas for you to get changed into.
When you found him downstairs he handed you a delicious cup of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows which he claimed had been arranged to look like a face but they melted too quickly.
You both sat on the floor leaning against the sofa as you lay in front of the blazing fire that Oliver lit, one of his arms was wrapped around you while to other balanced the cup on his knee, you snuggled into him contently which made him look down at you, a nervous yet excited glint in his eye which queried your interest, “What?”
You questioned biting your lip. Oliver smiled but didn’t answer as he removed his hand from your shoulder and took your almost empty cup as he places both of them on the nearest table, then he faced you once again, “Would you hate me if I made this moment, even more, cliché than it actually is?” He asked as he chuckled nervously gently holding your small delicate hand in his.
You were confused but shook your head, of course, you wouldn’t be angry at him or hate him for something like that. Oliver let out a sigh of relief before moving away and reaching behind a lamp for a small black box, your eyes widened as you realised what it was.
Oliver glanced at you and then with a burst of confidence smiled smugly and proudly as he opened the box to reveal the beautiful ring inside with your gemstone as the crystal.
“Y/N, I know I’m not always the best when it comes to your relationship and feelings but I promise to do better, will you marry me?” He asked to which you threw your arms around his neck happily before kissing him and nodding, “Yes! Oliver, yes I will marry you.” You agreed and his smile grew as he pulled you into a loving hug, “God I love you.”
“I love you too.” You replied before a thought came into your mind which made you smile, “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.” You mused as Oliver’s chest vibrated from his light chuckles, “Well, now you can.” He replied before pulling away only to place his lips gently on yours.
(Hello. So I saw that tumblr post about someone having a dream about Channing Tatum but it made me think of Raph so I expanded a little. Hope you like it!)
The weather had been awful the last few weeks. A brutal cold snap followed by days of heavy rain and wind that made going outside near impossible. You had spent a chunk of time down in the lair, spending time with the turtles who were going stir crazy from not being able to leave the warmth of their home. But of course, now that the cold weather had broken, you had caught a nightmare of a virus that left you coughing, sniffling, and sleeping most of the day.
You hadn’t heard from Raphael since you got struck down with this thing, and that seemed worse than actually being sick. He replied to your messages, but always with one or two words, mentioned he was busy, and he never messaged first. It sucked. You were bed-ridden, watching crappy day time television, living off soup, and he wasn’t even thinking of you.
You couldn’t help but think he was probably just enjoying the warmer weather, keeping busy, and maybe he didn’t even miss you at all.
On the fourth day, you were settling in for your second nap of the day when there was a knock at the window.
It took you a little while to get out of bed, rake your fingers through your hair, and wrench the window open.
You smiled. “Hey Raph.”
It took him two goes to get through the window, a side effect of his enormous shell and thick limbs, but also the package he was clutching against his plastron.
“Haven’t heard from you in a few days.” You murmured when he finally got in and you were able to latch the window.
“Been busy.” He muttered. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Here. Made you somethin’.”
It was wrapped in a plastic bag, but underneath that, wrapped in newspaper. Comic pages. It didn’t look the greatest, but it had obviously been done very carefully. You unwrapped it just as carefully.
“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want.” Raphael muttered, nervously rubbing his thick callused fingers together.
It was a jumper. Sort of. It was made of some kind of thick, especially soft wool of two different colours - two of your favourites. It was long, almost mid-thigh on you, with long sleeves with holes for the thumbs. It had two deep pockets, and a big hood.
“You said you were sick, and you gotta dress warm if you’re sick.” He went on, obviously nervous. “It’s dumb. You don’t have to keep it.”
As he reached for it, you pulled it off his reach. “No!” You hastily tugged it on over your pyjamas. “I love it. Thank you.”
Hey Elise! Today's been a long day full of tiredness and homophobic remarks, and now I'm feeling really down. Any cute and soft headcanons would be welcomed.. Bonne soirée ♡
I’m feeling soft Courferre morning ♡
Combeferre wakes up first to the sound of the rain drumming against the window. It’s Sunday morning, and the sky has put on a light grey coat. Combeferre likes that kind of weather. It helps him think
Courfeyrac is there beside him, all tangled hair, half of his face buried in his pillow, looking incredibly cute. His boyfriend. Combeferre smiles at the thought. His boyfriend.
Courfeyrac stirs at the feeling of a light pressure against his cheek. A kiss. A sleepy moan escapes him, and he cracks an eye open. The very first thing he sees is Combeferre’s smile.
They would do breakfast in bed, but Combeferre banned the idea in the roomate agreement. Too many opportunities to make a mess, and Courfeyrac is very clumsy in the morning
Courfeyrac wears Ferre’s oversized Star Trek t-shirt to bed. He likes his pyjamas the way he likes his boyfriend: never and wrapped around him. When he reaches for the cereal box in the cupboard, the hem of the shirt reveals just enough of his butt for Combeferre to stare
Courfeyrac is very aware much aware of this
Combeferre’s kisses taste like coffee and apricot jam. It’s Courfeyrac’s favourite combinaison.
“What has the world in store for us today, mon coeur?”
“Mmmmh the forecast said something about an imminent avalanche of cuddles.”
When Mike Wheeler was around the age of 7, he went through a brief period of having very unusual and peculiar dreams.
These odd visions which were so vivid and so real always seemed to take place on a night when thunder and lightning ruled the skies.
It first happened in late October, when the trees had shed their golden leaves, leaving the ground scattered in deep orange tinged hues.
A thunderstorm had started raging in the sky, the clouds grew darker and more obtuse, and the wind was wild, sending the orange leaves flailing about the air.
Mike had always gotten excited whenever a storm was brewing. He loved to sit out on his porch with Will, Dustin and Lucas, and stare at the sky, giggling with excitement as they would count the seconds after they heard the thunder, to the next flash of lightning, getting more and more restless with the buzzing thrill it gave him.
The smell of a thunderstorm, got Mike all excited too; the dirty smell of rain, the smell of the leaves getting wet, wilting and drowning into the mud, giving off a forest-y kind of smell. He enjoyed watching the rain collect into muddy puddles, as it hammered down into them. The murky brown water gave the boys a perfect means of entertainment and fun, splashing each other as they leaped into the puddles, throwing their heads back in laughter as their faces and clothes soon became splattered in mud.
Thunderstorms had and will always be Mike’s favourite atmosphere. It
presented mystery and teased the magic of the sky.
On one particular night, after Mike had come out of a hot bath, which his mother had forced him to take; (after another messy evening of playing in puddles with the boys), he started to get ready for bed, drying himself off and changing into his ‘red racecar’ pyjamas. The night was especially dark for only 8:30pm, and there was something about the atmosphere that felt strange to him, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but the only way he could describe it to himself, was as though something was coming…but what?
After hauling himself into bed, and bringing the soft linen sheets up to his neck, his mother entered the room and kissed him softly on the forehead and wished him a ‘goodnight’, before going and leaving Mike alone in his room, as the rain pelted against his window and the storm raged on.
It took Mike a while to fall asleep that night, the heavy rain battering against his window, and wild winds blowing trees against the glass, kept him awake and alert for a time, but soon the sounds all seemed to merge and mute out into a soft silence, and Mike fell into a deep sleep…
He awoke in his dream to his room the same way he had left it when he had fallen asleep, and the storm was still clattering on outside, only now he had that ‘odd’ feeling in his stomach again, like something was going to happen, and he couldn’t seem to shake it off.
He scanned the room for any signs of anything significant or unusual, but nothing seemed to be amiss, so he gazed out of the rain-spotted windows, admiring the way the lightning briefly brought a light to the outside surroundings, electrifying them, before vanishing and covering the land in darkness once more. Suddenly he felt fear stirring inside him, and he thought he caught a glimpse of something standing near his door, as his heart filled with terror.
He stared over at the door, not too far away from his bed, hoping that the next flash of lightning would reveal that nothing was there, and it was only his imagination. Only when the next flash came, his room was momentarily illuminated, to reveal there was in fact someone stood at his door, staring down at him. It looked like a girl…
As more and more fear and panic filled Mike’s bones, he tried to scream but found that he could not. The girl who appeared to be around the same age as him, edged closer to the bed, and Mike suddenly felt paralysed, as he felt a suffocating feeling of dread washing over him. She reached Mike’s face and sat on the edge of his bed, her blank expression not revealing anything about her intentions towards him. She was wearing a tatty pink dress, a blue jacket, she had long, silvery blonde hair, and she seemed to have on her wrist something of importance, something which Mike immediately recognised as his own; it was his digital wrist watch, although for some strange reason, the numbers on it seemed to be stuck on ‘3:15’.
Mike tried to speak, tried to ask this girl what she wanted, was she here to hurt him or not? But every time he tried to speak, he felt unable to.
The girl brushed her hand over Mike'a cheek, her hands felt cold, as though her entire body was freezing, and she stared at Mike for the longest time before finally saying, “M-M-Mike…”
Mike’s body slightly shot back a bit at this, how did she know his name? His eyebrows creased slightly, “H-How do you know my name?” The girl sighed and replied, “I once knew someone with that name, who looked just like you…” The sporadic intervals of lightning briefly illuminating the room and her face, revealed that she looked pained and Mike caught a glimpse of what looked like, loss in her eyes.
Mike still sat there confused as to who she was and what she wanted, but a brief brush of her hand against his, suddenly felt oddly familiar to him, as though he…for a brief moment recognised the touch of her skin and the feeling that accompanied it. But alas, the familiarity of it only lasted a second or two, much like the illuminating white flashes of lightning bolts outside.
“W-what do you want with me?” Mike finally stumbled. “I mean, why are you here?” The girl didn’t answer for a moment, she looked as though she was thinking, hard about something, and then she opened her mouth and finally said, “I am here to give you a message, a sign of comfort to you.” Mike looked puzzled at her words, but didn’t want to interrupt her with more questions, so continued to listen on to what she was saying.
“Many years from now, you will come across something that will become very dear to you in the woods on a stormy night. You will become attached to this thing you will find, and you will grow to love it. However, one day, it will disappear into nothingness before your very eyes. You will mourn terribly. However, the thing that you lost, will know of your suffering, it will feel your pain and heartbreak, but it will one day return to you. Fear not, all things that belong to one another, always find their way back to each other in the end. You will know great loss, but you will also know great love, and although at the time, when you lose this thing, you will feel as though it has gone forever, and you have no way of contacting it, I want you to know and remember that this thing knows that you love it, and it will survive, it will always be with you in your heart, and watching over you, and IT WILL return to you…Remember that…”
Mike sat wide eyed staring at the confusing girl, what was she talking about? He did not know, and he didn’t get a chance to ask her, as the next flicker of light seemed to make the girl vanish, and leave the room feeling as empty as before, nowhere to be seen.
Mike still felt confused by what the peculiar girl had said to him, but managed to drift off into another vivid dream about playing in the rain with Will, Dustin and Lucas…
When he awoke the next morning, the memory of the spooky hallucination was still fresh in his memory, it batted back and forth between the blinking of his eyelids, and seemed to resonate with him for weeks.
He told his friends about this funny dream, but they all responded in telling him that it didn’t mean anything, that dreams were just that…dreams; and soon enough Mike had forgotten all about it, let it flutter off into the farthest reaches of his mind, hidden. Until one stormy November evening, in 1983, it all came flooding back…
Mike, Dustin and Lucas were all out on one miserable Friday evening, scouring the woods for their missing friend Will. The trees waved and danced in the wind, howling, and the smell of wet leaves and mud, reminded Mike of days gone by, of afternoons and evenings like this one, spent with his friends splashing about in muddy puddles.
As they roamed further and further into the woods, the thunder rolling and groaning in the sky, a sudden flash of lightning introduced a small, dark figure into their view…A young girl, (who didn’t really look much like a girl at all), stepped out into the light of their torches. Her clothes were sopping wet, and she looked somewhat, stray and odd. For a few moments, Mike felt the same fear and panic as Lucas and Dustin did on seeing this girl. But then as soon as he locked eyes with her, he unexpectedly, felt a wave of calmness, and familiarity. It was strange really, it was almost like a feeling of déja vu…Then it hit him…he remembered, like a light had just been switched on his brain, this was what the girl from the dream was telling him about, this prophecy, which at the time, he too thought nothing of, until now it had come to pass.
The more that he gazed at the ‘stray looking’ girl, the more he felt she bore an uncanny resemblance to the girl that visited him in his dream all those years ago, and he didn’t feel afraid anymore. He somehow knew, that before him stood a new page in his story, a new adventure.
He felt a brief moment of worry, remembering that he was told, he would end up losing this person, but he knew that she would come back to him one day, as he was told in his dream.
He offered out a hand to the girl, as the rain poured down on them, smiling as he said, “Come on. You’re safe now. You’re home…”
The boys trudged off through the marshy woods with the stranger walking slowly alongside them. Mike took a second to look up from the boggy ground beneath him, and meet the stranger’s deep brown eyes. Something in them echoed mystery, and Mike felt a warm buzz in his stomach, the adventure had begun…
You would come out of the bathroom after getting changed into ‘your’ pyjamas, when really you were getting changed into one of Bambams shirts and your shorts. Bambam would be sitting on the bed on his phone, but wouldn’t look up straight away. Once you sat on the bed, he would look up, as if he was about to say something but then freeze. “Is that mine?” he would question, a smirk daring to creep onto his lips. “Yeah, it is.” you would shrug, like it’s not a big deal. You would both leave it after that, but out of the corner of your eye you would notice he had biggest grin on his face.
Jackson would absolutely love the idea of you wearing his clothes and would jump at any chance you could wear his clothes, just because they were always bigger than you and you looked cute. One day, before the two of you went into the city, you complained about how you don’t have anything to wear. “Wear my jumper!” he would shout, pulling of his striped jumper and running over to hand it to you. “Jackson, you know that’s way to big for me.” you would giggle, taking the jumper in your hands and holding it out to show him just how big it was compared to you. “Yeah but you can like, tuck it in. Just please wear it, please.” he would plead. Eventually, you would give in and make it work with some high wasted blue jeans. When you were finished getting ready, you would come out and give Jackson a twirl. “What do you think? You happy?” Jackson would walk over to you and give your forehead a kiss, “The happiest boy on the planet…”
You and Jae-bum would have gone out for a walk, but of course it had to rain. The two of you ran back home and as soon as you got in Jae-bum got you a towel to dry off. “Take of your clothes.” Your eyes widened and you looked up at him. Once he saw your face he burst out laughing, “Not like that, Y/N.” He would take of his jacket and toss it aside. He would then take of his jumper and hand it to you, followed by his t-shirt. “Here, wear these. You were soaked right through.” He looked at you with a concerned expression on his face. “Okay…” You stuttered. You tried so hard not to look at his body and quickly ran to the bathroom to change. You came out and to your disappointment, Jae-bum found a damn shirt. You huffed to yourself and tried to roll up the sleeves of his jumper, as they went way past your hands. Jae-bum walked over to you and stopped you, rolling up your sleeves. “Jae-bum, you don’t have to do this. I can handle it on my own it’s just sleeves.” You chuckled. He nodded, “Yeah I know, I just…y’know, I love you so I want to take care of you.” A small smile spread onto Jae-bums lips and it must of been infectious because it made its way onto your face too.
As soon as Jin-young saw you in his t-shirt, he would immediately blush. He would find it incredibly cute and would always want you to wear his clothes. “Why are you wearing my shirt?” He would ask, chuckling to himself a little. “It’s comfy.” You would shrug. Because you looked so cute to Jin-young in his clothes, he would take cute candids of you and send them to the boys, constantly bragging about you, saying that he had the best girlfriend. There would also be a lot of back hugs and just hugs in general. Like a lot.
Yugyeom would find you putting on his jumper. He would walk into the room and you would be kind of stuck, with your head stuck in the jumper. He would giggle to himself and walk over to you. He would pull the jumper gently down so that your head popped out and as soon as it did, he would lean in and kiss your lips, catching you by surprise. “What was that for?” You would ask. “Because you look cute and I love you.” Then he would sneak another kiss in and take of off his black cap and prop on your head. He would look at you and a smile would grow on his face, “Perfect.”
Mark would be similar to Jackson and encourage you to wear his clothes. Although it would be more like he would want to show you off. “Mark, can I wear this black t-shirt?” You would ask holding up his shirt. His head would pop up and his face would light up. “Yes, yes, yes. Of course.” You would laugh at his eagerness and put on the shirt. “Okay, now we have to show everyone.” He would say and pull out his phone. “Why do we have to show people, it’s literally just a black shirt no one’s gonna know it’s yours.” You would laugh, trying to block his phone with your hand as he was taking pictures. “Yeah but I need people to know how cute this is.”
Youngjae would catch you wearing his t-shirt. “You look better in it than me, Y/N.” He would pretend to pout. “Youngjae, I could never.” You would gasp, a laugh escaping your lips. “Does this mean I can star wearing your clothes? I really like that one white skirt.” He teased. You would laugh loudly, imagining him in your skirt. “You know, since you decide to look good in my clothes and steal the spotlight, I might have to do the same thing.” He would pretend to sigh, as if it was something he didn’t want to do but if he had to. “Fine then, I’ll just stop wearing your clothes.” You shrugged. “No, no, I’m kidding. I love you in my clothes.” He would smile and pull you closer to him, leaning in to kiss you.
This is a short and fluffy one-shot of Supercorp requested by the wonderful @skylar-luthor-blog.
I sincerely hope that you enjoy and please let me know what you guys think!
Prompt: Where Kara and Lena are trying to keep their relationship private, but Alex posts a photo of the two of them on Instagram referring to Lena as her sister-in-law. It breaks Instagram.
If you like it, please favorite it on Fanfiction.net at this link.
Kara was lounging around her living room, scrolling through her feed on Instagram in her pajamas–grey sweatpants and a red, worn-out tank top. She was in complete bliss just lying down on her couch, especially after such a long night.
Lena was in the kitchen finishing up some hot chocolate for her and Kara, moving fluidly in the kitchen, almost as if she spent all day there–granted, she did spend most of her free time in the kitchen, and Kara did her hungry part of encouraging it as a pastime. She was wearing her purple satin nightgown with her silky, black night robe wrapped around her lithe body.
“Is it okay if I post this picture of us on Instagram?” Since Lena was in the kitchen, Kara lifted up her phone with the screen facing Lena so she can let her see the picture without having to get up from her very comfortable position that took forever to find. “I don’t know if it looks too couple-y, and I don’t want to give my followers–our followers–any ideas, not yet at least.”
Lena, who was just finishing filling their mugs with whip cream as a final touch, craned her neck over her shoulder towards Kara’s direction, but her eyes were still focused on swirling the cream just right, “‘kay, hon, gimme a sec, will ya’?”
Kara let out a playful sigh, “well, I guess my arm is just going to have to fall off by the time you get here.” Lena let out a soft chuckle, “well, I guess I can always just drink these hot chocolates all by myself since you won’t be able to drink it without your arm.”
Even though Kara knew her arm won’t fall off because of her super strength (and even if it did, she could always just count on her other arm to do the job), she played along anyway for the sake of bantering with her wife. “First off, you can barely even finish your own mug let alone both of ours,” Kara scoffed and Lena snickered as she gracefully made her way towards the couch with both mugs. “And second off, we both know that you’re more of a tea person anyhow, so you wouldn’t have even made hot chocolate in the first place, if that were the case.” Kara smirked and gently grabbed her mug from Lena’s porcelain hand purposefully brushing her fingers against her soft, white knuckles.
“Hmm, that’s where you’re wrong,” Lena sat down as Kara sat up, settling next to Lena, waiting for her to raise her arm so that she can nestle herself under it.
“Oh yeah, how so?” Kara raised her right brow and looked at Lena expectantly under her smooth arm all while tucking her cold feet under her warm body.
“Well, even though I do prefer a hot cup of tea over a warm mug of hot chocolate, I will still drink the hot chocolate so I can spite you because I’d know you wouldn’t be able to drink it despite the fact that you would do anything to just get a sip.” Lena looked absolutely smug as she bit her full, supple lips to try and hide her smile.
Kara didn’t look that much different. She leaned towards Lena’s irresistible lips and whispered, “you win.”
Lena resisted the temptation of completely leaning in, her pride preventing her from surrendering to Kara’s charms that easily. Instead, she looked at Kara’s blown out, blue eyes and said, “hmm, don’t I always?”
Unlike Lena, Kara wasn’t proud enough to stop her soft lips from sliding against Lena’s, and Lena wasn’t cruel enough to stop her. So, they kept kissing, and kissing, and kissing. Softly, slowly, sweetly.
Eventually, they pulled back, breathed and smiled.
Soon after, Lena nodded towards Kara’s phone, which laid all but forgotten on the other side of the couch, “so, what was the picture you were thinking about posting on Instagram?”
Kara pulled herself out of her reverie, looked towards her phone, and reached for it all while endeavoring to take a sip from her green mug without spilling any of it on her favorite pyjama bottoms. In the meantime, Lena appreciated the view of Kara’s smooth skin as her tank top slightly rode up in the clumsy process while she took a proper sip from her own red mug.
When Kara finally settled back into her previous position, in Lena’s arms, she unlocked her phone and pulled up the picture. It was Lena under a shiny, yellow umbrella that Kara was holding with her arm wrapped around Kara’s shoulder; they were smiling and looking into the camera. To a stranger, they would’ve looked like two friends having a good time under a little bit of rain. To anyone who really knew what was going on between the two of them–which was few and far between–they would have looked as a cute couple who were still ridiculously in love in spite of the weather. In short, it was a really good picture of them together no matter which way you looked at it.
“Aww, I think it’s perfect and you should totally post it on Instagram!” Lena was absolutely beaming at their picture, and she got all warm on the inside from looking at how happy they were in it. She was so giddy from it that she nuzzled her nose and pressed a sweet kiss in Kara’s hair. This action encouraged Kara to nestle even closer into Lena to the point in which she can feel Lena’s breath hovering ever so slightly where her neck and shoulder met.
As soon as she was all cozied up, Kara continued her task, but just as she was about to tap open Instagram, she saw that she received a notification from galup_Alex, her sister’s less than subtle username on Instagram. “Ooh, Alex tagged me in something!”
Not long after saying that, the newlyweds heard Lena’s phone vibrate against the wooden coffee table a few feet away from them, and a few inches away from falling off the edge of the furniture. Not feeling too inclined on getting up, Lena craned her head up enough to get a peek of the notification. “Huh, I guess she tagged me too?”
Not wasting anymore time, Kara tapped on the notification and waited until her screen loaded up the picture. When it finally did, Kara and Lena briefly smiled before they slowly realized what the picture entailed–more specifically, the caption that Alex wrote.
“Oh. My. God.” Kara dropped her phone on her lap and decided that using her hand to cup her mouth in shock was much more useful in this situation. Lena, still not believing what she saw, picked up the phone as soon as Kara dropped it.
She looked at the picture: it was an old, candid picture of Kara and Lena sitting together at JJ’s Diner. Lena was pressing a kiss to Kara’s cheek as Kara–who was in the middle of eating her Mumbo-Jumbo-Cheeseburger–was caught by surprised, if her wide eyes, raised eyebrows, and rosy cheeks were of any indication. It was adorable; they were adorable.
That is, until, Lena read the caption… again:
#tbt To when Me and @Maggiesawherfirst had our first double date with these newlyweds! Congrats to my baby sister, @Imsuppergirl, and my new sister-in-law, @iaintnoluthor! I’m so happy for you guys <333
What were they going to do?
Lena looked over at Kara who was still in a pseudo state of shock since it didn’t appear as if she moved much. “What do you think are the likelihoods of people finding out about this–about us–after this?”
Kara didn’t answer her question. Instead, the uncontrollable buzzing coming from the wooden table did. Lena didn’t even think about getting up. Nope, she just stared as the phone’s vibration gradually led it closer towards the edge of the coffee table until it finally fell down and onto the plush, white carpet that helped muffled the world. At least, for tonight.
Was her hand trembling?
Lena looked down and saw that Kara’s phone was in a similar state to her own. Not wanting to deal with it this late at night, Lena gently placed Kara’s phone on the carpet near her own, then placed her and Kara’s mug on the table.
After claiming her place again, Lena cupped Kara’s cheeks and kissed her a little bit rougher than Kara kissed her earlier. However, that was enough to pull Kara out of her thoughts, and it was enough for them to settle down on the couch, and it was enough for them to bask in the protection the night had to offer before the light of day exposed them to the mess that was made.
Can you do minseok and 'the fuck. Who are you?' Please
“the fuck. who are you?”// Kim Minseok// Word Count: 942
Your head was absolutely pounding, and you knew from the bitter taste in your mouth that you’d been drinking Jack Daniels, along with vodka shots. Was it last night? Or was that too far back, considering it was still dark outside? Either way, you’d basically blacked out for a solid hour at your friend’s party, and upon waking, decided it was time to walk home. Alone. At 3am. In the rain. In the middle of a city. Well done you. Genius move. And it was proving a lot more difficult than you cared to admit - your feet were screaming from the dumb high shoes you’d chosen to wear, your hair was stuck to your face, and you were pretty sure that some guy had been following you for three blocks. Your drunk brain, however, was saying, ‘This is fine!!’ and so you simply kept walking, your hand reaching out to steady yourself on the wall occasionally.
Three more blocks however, and even your drunk brain was concerned about the man following you, and you made the executive decision to turn a sharp right directly into a cafe that was now closed, but had decided to leave their doors unlocked for some unknown reason. You shut the door behind you, now faced with a dark cafe, chairs stacked and on top of the tables, other than the three small booths on the left side. It was one of those hipster, small business owned cafes, you could tell - there were plants everywhere, and you were pretty sure that was a huge, fat, ginger cat lying on the counter. You ignored all that, though, making a beeline for one of the booths and lying down across the cushioned bench, sighing in contentment. It was quiet, it was cosy, and now, you weren’t being followed. Awesome.
That peace and tranquility lasted for about a minute before the lights switched on, and a man in a baggy t-shirt, pajama bottoms and socks stood at the staff door, eyes wide and staring at you. “Why’d you do that?” You moaned, turning over and burying your face into the seat, completely ignoring the freaked-out look in his soft eyes. “I - what - the fuck.” You looked back at him with one eye open. “Who are you? What are you doing in my cafe at like, 4 in the morning? How did you get in-?” You sat up groggily, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m (Y/N), if you must know, and I’m very drunk, and there was a guy following me, so I came in here to get away from him.” You explained, as if it was obvious, “Who are you?” The man in his pyjamas dithered for a few seconds before sliding into the booth opposite you. “Minseok. How did you get in?” “Door was unlocked.” You shrugged, and he groaned loudly. “Fucking Jongdae with his forgetting to lock the damn door…” He wiped his hands over his face and then looked back at you, who was cocking your head at his complaint. “Who’s Jongdae?” “My partner.” “You’re gay?” You tutted, “Ah, there goes my chance of meeting a nice guy tonight who runs a business.” His eyes widened once more and he backtracked. “No, no no no, Jongdae’s my business partner - I’m not gay.” “Oh good. Let’s get married so I can have a successful husband, then.” You sighed, leaning your head back and closing you eyes. You missed the incredulous grin on his face at your suggestion, the arms that folded at your ridiculous state. “I’m a bit busy for a wedding, and you’re a little drunk.” He reasoned, “Propose to me again in the morning when you’re sober and we’ll see how it goes.” “Mmm,” You agreed, but you were already nodding off to sleep, slumping sideways down against the wall of the booth.
Minseok wasn’t dumb enough to let some random girl up into his shared apartment with Jongdae above the cafe, so he instead brought you down a pillow and a blanket, gently moving you to lie in a more comfortable position on the bench of the booth, before locking the door and flipping off the lights.
It was only when you woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee and the sound of…a cafe?…that you shot up into a sitting position, looking around wildly. You were still covered with a blanket, in this cafe, and memories of stumbling in here in the dark were flooding back to you - but this time, there were customers queueing up for the drinks and breakfast foods, occupying the tables and slouchy chairs, a dark-haired barista doing most of the work up front. Your entire face filled with heat as you realised the level of utter cringe you had achieved - you were hungover, sleeping in a cafe while actual patrons were going along doing their morning business around you. How were you ever going to live this down?
You weren’t, apparently, because a man slid into the booth directly across from you with two coffees and two scones, sliding one of each over to you. You could hardly look at Minseok as you remembered your conversation from the early hours. “Still want to marry me?” He asked, through a mouthful of scone, and you shrank back into your seat. “If I say no, you’re going to be pleased, right?” “I’m not really up for marriage right now, but I think a good old fashioned friendship might suffice,” He nodded towards your coffee. “Drink up, buttercup, when we’re best buds, you’re never going to live this down.”
ok losers it’s your girl polcry here to run you through the basics of what the darn heck to bring with you to university to cover your naked body
B A S I C S
If you’re edgy and ~minimalist~ these’ll probably comprise the majority of your wardrobe. Regardless, you’re going to want to bring at least a few each of these.
LEGGINGS: at least one black pair, possibly more if you’ve accepted the inevitability of not giving a shit how you look at for 9ams. You can also get funky and bring patterned ones if you so desire, you maverick.
JEANS: I prefer jeggings for the comfort feel and ability to do spontaneous high kicks, but if you’re a fashionista boyfriend or bootcut jeans are cool too. Trust me, the freshman fifteen is real and if you have to choose between a lil’ too big and a lil’ too small, go big. Belts exist for a reason.
T-SHIRTS: you can get a wide array of fits of tees, so bring a few of your favourite style in simple colours like white/black/grey/striped. I find slightly wearing a slightly oversized tee gives off a certain effortless vibe, especially if you tuck the front in to the waistband of jeans to give it an IDGAF drape and pair with cute AF shoes. Hella cute with no effort.
SWEATSHIRTS/JUMPERS/SWEATERS: I live in jumpers. I’m not going to lie. Go oversized with leggings or skinny jeans, maybe add a layer underneath if it’s a lil’ chilly. If you live somewhere that feels like the depths of Antartica, you might want to go with a finer knit and layer under and above. The struggle of getting a thick coat over a chunky jumper is real, guys. Turtlenecks, crew necks, V-necks. They’re all good. Avoid collecting too many sweatshirts with your university’s name on it, though - you will look over-enthusiastic.
SHOES: one word: COMFORT. Campuses are big places. Chances are, you’ll be walking a fair bit. I love trainers - I have a pair of black Nikes, a pair of white Reeboks and a black slip-on pair. Converse, Adidas, New Balance are all popular. They crop up on the feet of almost everyone. Look down, and I guarantee the vast majority of any university class are wearing trainers.
If you’re like me and enjoy torturing yourself, you can also wear heeled boots. I find them weirdly comfortable, probably due to my excessively hyperextended knees. Pointy ankle boots always look chic, but frankly people will be so surprised that you’ve made an effort that any type will impress. Zara’s always a good choice for cute boots.
I’d avoid opened-toed or flats that expose a lot of your foot during autumn/winter/spring. It’ll probably rain, and then you’ll be cold and miserable and have soggy feet. Wellies (or rainboots for you strange Yanks) are a good choice if you’ll be in a wet climate (hello England), but they can be a bit cumbersome. Try and get some lower-cut ones to reduce the weight and to stop you from stomping excessively.
COATS: this is pretty personal. Again, if it’s wet, I’d recommend something at least water-resistant. I have a North Face windbreaker that I keep in my car in case it starts tipping it down, but it’s not particularly warm. Leather/suede jackets look cute but are not a good choice if it looks like it might rain. Other than that, anything goes. I have a cute beige pea coat from ASOS that I love, and a shearling jacket from Bershka which is far too cool for a dork like me.
L O U N G E W E A R
PJs: buy yourself some new ones. Please. Your flatmates don’t want to see your lady parts through that ever-expanding hole in the crotch. Some university flats feel like the pits of hell, so it might be a good idea to bring a few pair of short PJs too. You can always swap them out for joggers or leggings when you’re not snoozin’. I can always find cute pyjamas in Tesco, Sainsbury’s and Primark.
SWEATPANTS: as comfy as PJs but with the added bonus of being socially acceptable. Whether you prefer a tapered, slim fit or big ‘n’ baggy, make sure they’re stain-free and don’t smell funky. Bring a couple of pairs and rotate through as necessary.
BRAS: regardless of whether you have the athletic capabilities of a sloth or Michael Phelps, you will want to bring sports bras. Hides the nips with basically no discomfort. Bralettes are cute too, but I’m an advocate of sports bras if you’re just slugging out in front of Netflix and nobody is going to see it. Forever 21 do a massive selection of surprisingly pretty sports bras with all sorts of fancy backs. Not so good for exercising, but really the majority of people don’t wear sports bras to exercise.
F A N C Y
PARTYING: this will depend a little on where you attend university. For me, going out outfits are high-waisted jeans, a fancy-ish crop top and flat shoes of some description. Club floors get hella slippery. More casual dresses are fine too, but make sure you gauge what your friends are going to be wearing so you don’t look too overdressed.
EVENTS: bring a nice dress or trousers/shirt. There will be fancier events (sports balls, end of term balls, society balls). They don’t always require black tie, so a cocktail dress is a good choice. Boys, bring a suit jacket. It doesn’t have to be tails or a tux, but bringing a tailored blazer that’ll match or compliment a pair of trousers you own will come in handy. And absolutely NO JEANS. Along the same lines, bring at least one pair of smart shoes/heels. Ladies, flats are more than acceptable for fancy events. Just make sure they’re cute.
BUSINESSWEAR: “But Isabelle!” I hear you cry, “I’m in college! I don’t need businesswear!” Yes, my friend, yes you do. Interviews happen. You might need a part-time job, or get a spontaneous interview for an internship. Bring an office-appropriate skirt/trousers and a blouse/shirt, and some simple, smart shoes. You don’t have to go full-on Olivia Pope, but make sure you have one suitable outfit in your repertoire.
Q U I C K T I P S
Accessories make an outfit: bring a choice of belts, scarves and miscellaneous wraps or shawls. By throwing on a buckled belt and a cute layered necklace, you can go from meh to a-meh-zing.
Sign up for student discounts: British students, that means unidays. Register with your university email for discounts ranging from 10-25%. They’ll notify you when retailers that don’t have a permanent discount (like H&M) run promotions as well. Make sure you use your discount for eating out and going to the cinema, too!
Quality > quantity: the capsule wardrobe trend is real, folks. I’m an advocate of having a smaller, but better-made and better-fitting, wardrobe over one that’s overflowing and filled with cheap, low-quality clothing that’ll last a couple of wears. If you’re wearing pieces day-in day-out, make sure they’re flattering and of good quality. Having a smaller wardrobe makes moving in and out easier, too, and you’ll spend less time staring at all your clothes trying to mentally piece together something cute.
Expensive =/= good quality: along the same lines, just because something is pricy doesn’t automatically make it of good quality. You can get really good basics at affordable shops. Feel the material (and make sure it’s relatively opaque), make sure the stitching is solid, and that it doesn’t have pulls or piling or holes. I like New Look and ASOS for simple pieces.
Make an effort: it sounds silly, but lecturers and tutors do appreciate it when you don’t turn up looking like you’ve just rolled out of bed. Looking presentable makes them feel like you want to be there, which can make them a) like you more and b) more inclined to want to help you out if you need it. It isn’t that hard to put a pair of jeans and a blouse on instead of throwing a pair of joggers on under the T-shirt with ramen stains on that you slept in the night before, is it?
That’s pretty much it. University is a place to explore your own personal style, and you’ll see a massive variety in how people dress. Express yourself, learn what you like on, and don’t feel under pressure to dress a certain way! Style is definitely a creative outlet, so if you want to - use it and enjoy yourself!!
Filling the prompt “Waking up in bed with Van on a cold wintery, rainy day back home, with half full cups of tea on the night stand. fluffy fic with cuddling.”
The room was still dark despite the blinds not being all the way closed. You could hear the rain bucketing down on the roof, and you tried to remember if you had taken your pyjama pants off in the lounge room when Van started to kiss your neck, or in the bedroom later on. If it was the bedroom, you might have been able to reach out of bed and grab them without getting any colder than you already were. You looked around without moving your body. You could only make out shapes in the stormy light. The bedside table housed three mugs of half-finished tea. Your phone was there, and Van’s was on top. They were both flat and since you were back in each other’s arms you didn’t bother putting them on charge. Van’s suitcase and bag were against the wall, clothes spilling out everywhere. The bedroom door was closed. You couldn’t see anything more than that.
(A/N: so this is a little fic about the Holy Trinity because I love them and I need all three of them to be okay. Also, the fight scene fallout is based on the headcanon I posted for it on here earlier. Can also be read on AO3.)
Isak wasn’t there when she walked into class.
She’d known there was a good chance he wasn’t going to be, considering he probably had a broken nose and she hadn’t seen him around the previous two days, but it still hurt when her eyes landed on his empty seat. Sana had spent the better part of the weekend drowning in guilt over what happened at the karaoke bar. Visions of sticky, blood-covered hands stained the backs of her eyelids every time she closed them, along with ones of Noora’s disappointed face and Yousef’s frame pressed against hers. It had been a hellish way to end what was supposed to be a nice afternoon.
Sana sighed and plopped down at the table. It felt empty without the blond boy next to her. She never realized how much she enjoyed their friendly banter until he wasn’t around, and it left her with a sick feeling in her stomach knowing that it was her brother’s fist that was responsible for his absence. She hadn’t bothered trying to talk to Elias about the fight. He had already shut himself in his room by the time she’d gotten home Friday night, and at that point she’d been too drained to bring it up anyway. He wasn’t acting like himself lately. Instead of being the sporty, fun-loving big brother that she knew, Elias was getting drunk and starting brawls with teenagers. Sana was officially worried about him.
The teacher called the students’ attention up to the board to begin class. Sana pulled out her textbook and resolved that, at the very least, she could take some notes for Isak so he wouldn’t fall behind. The boy was ridiculous when it came to passing biology, even if he liked to pretend that he never stressed about anything school related. Sana remembered seeing him nearly blow a gasket the one time he missed a pop quiz on a sick day. She rolled her eyes at the memory and smiled a little. Maybe focusing on work would help take her mind off her disastrous social life for a while.
Summary : Imagine telling Eggsy that you’ll never be able to give him children after being attacked by Rottweiler - a member from Dean’s gang.
(not my gif)
Based on “Say When” by The Fray.
I see you there, don’t know where you come from Unaware the stare from someone Don’t appear to care that I saw ya. And I want you What’s your name ‘Cause I have to know it You let me in and begin to show it We’re terrified ‘cause we’re heading straight for it, might get it.
Summary: When everything else in your life crumbles away, Jimin is the only thing that remains constant, but you must not, under any circumstances, fall in love with him.
A/N- This fanfic contains themes revolving around death and car crashes, if you’re sensitive to this, please don’t read any further. Thank you x
It was a cold October’s day and a small congregation of people stood outside in a quiet little graveyard.
The graveyard would have been peaceful if not for the sound of the birds chirping in the trees above where you stood, it seemed mocking really. How could they sing so happily given the occasion?
Despite the cold the sun was out, providing a minuscule amount of warmth as you pulled your black coat tighter around your body. You couldn’t listen to what was being said, you were sick of people acting like they knew Jungkook now that he was gone. People who he hadn’t talked to in years were now weeping and acting like they’d been best friends and it made you feel nauseous.
You were the one who had always been with him. Through his sad and happy moments you’d stood by him faithfully. You were the one who wiped his tears when he cried and tried to calm him during his fits of anger. You were the one who had laughed with him and stayed up talking to him until the sun rose. You were the one who received the phone call that terrible evening.
“I’m so sorry miss, but he collided with the van at such an intense speed, he was dead on arrival. There was nothing we could do”
And despite that here you were biting your lip and saying nothing while some guy from his fraternity Jungkook hadn’t spoken to in years talked, acting like they were inseparable.
You knew it was wrong to be so angry. These people just wanted to share their happy memories after all. And besides, you’d been asked to speak at the funeral by his family numerous times but you had always said no. You didn’t trust yourself to speak.
And then the priest was asking his mother to put the first handful of dirt on his coffin. You felt sick rise up in your throat, the acidity of it leaving your insides burning as you quietly slip out of the crowd unnoticed.
I love your writing. Do you think you could write a blurb, super fluffy, of H after you your best friend passes away? How he helps put you back together, holds and supports you at the funeral, making sure you're as ok as possible for the situation? How he watches you a little closer afterwords to make sure you're ok? Maybe takes you to her grave? It would mean a lot to me.
Dear Anon, I hope I hit the spot with this piece! And If you lost someone I’m very sorry ….
Let me know what you think about it!!
All the love
I stand outside, my eyes searching for something, but I don’t know for what.. It’s cold outside, but I don’t wear a coat or scarf. The colourful leaves lay on the green grass in the garden, but the colours are numb. The trees are naked like my soul. They stretch their stripped branches up in the sky like fingers which desire a little bit of the heaven. Is there a heaven? I don’t know. But I hope you are there.
I stand here outside, looking up in the grey sky, feeling the raindrops on my face. My palms are turned outwards while I close my eyes. My face is still turned up to the sky.
Again thank you @daddyobrienx I swear none of my Teen Wolf or TVD / TO would get done without your help xD
Scott’s head snapped up, for a moment he thought it was
Stiles, but he would be a few weeks and Lydia had the entire
family on a schedule so the wouldn’t break from it unless there was an emergency. Perhaps Malia or Liam had stumbled by to see him, but they
After a minute or two Scott had safely determined that
someone was trudging through the drizzling afternoon, wearing the wrong kind of
shoes for walking, and where they were walking was straight towards his tomato
“Can I help you?” He asked and you jumped, not having heard
“I was on a walk-in Beacon hills and I got really turned
around… I’ve been walking all afternoon.” You mumbled and waited for the boy in
front of you to reply.
“I urm… sorry, you’re about forty minutes away from the
nearest trail and if it keeps raining you won’t be able to get back.” Scott
mumbled after he realised he’d been staring at the girl.
“Do you have a phone I could use?” you asked and he nodded
hurrying you towards a little cottage, shooing you around his tomato plants.
the i dream of jeannie graves/credence AU i didn’t want to write a whole fic for because it’s pretty crack-y but then i wrote all of this, anyway. it’s ~1600 words of sort of summary almost not!fic. (there’s also mentions of grindelwald/dumbledore)
ok, so captain percival graves, united states air force, is on some kind of a test space flight when his one-manned capsule comes down, nowhere near the planned recovery area. in fact, he’s pretty sure he’s landed on an uninhabited island. a desert island. he checks his capsule but he can’t send an sos back to base. he can only hope his tracker was working long enough that a rescue team will come get him. while he’s exploring the beach, he sees a strange bottle. it’s beautiful and, curious as to how it got there, he picks it up.
as soon as he does, black smoke comes billowing out and he drops the bottle. the smoke materialises into the form of a young man, and graves wonders if he hit his head when he crashed. the man is wearing a black velvet vest, cropped and edged in gold. his chest is otherwise bare, dusted with dark hair, the vest barely concealing dusky nipples…graves shakes his head. he needs some water. but his eyes drift back to the impossible man. his pants are sheer, and graves’s face heats as he notes the shapely legs barely concealed beneath them, all the way up to…and he sighs in relief, and MAYBE the slightest disappointment, when there are solid briefs giving at least a modicum of modesty. all in all, he looks like a…
the young man’s eyes snap to his and he tilts his head. he starts speaking in a language graves can’t understand and graves rubs his eyes vigorously. the man is still there when he opens them, babbling away. ‘i wish you could speak english,’ graves says and the next minute the man says, ‘oh, thank-you, master, now you can understand me,’ in perfect english.
You and Malia were on your way to Scott’s house for the weekly pack meeting and as usual you were both late. “No, we’ve got a good ten minutes till we have to be there” Malia said, checking the time on her phone. You decided to walk together from your house, by decided I mean your car broke down so you had no other choice. “Malia we were supposed to be there at half past, we’re twenty minutes late” you sighed. “We better hurry up or we’ll have to listen to one of Stiles’ lectures on the importance of punctuality again” she smiled. You remembered that vividly, you were both sitting there for what seemed like forever listening to a ranting Stiles, while you were making sarcastic comments and trying not to laugh. “It's like another fifteen minute walk” you groaned. “Or a five minute run” she said, her eyes glowing blue. “Malia, you know I hate sport-” you began saying, before realising she had already started. "Great” you muttered before running after her. By the time you got there, she was waiting for you at the front door. “It’s about time Y/L/N, I better tell coach to sign you up for extra track practice” she laughed. You simply flipped her off and opened the front door. You walked into the living room and everyone’s heads shot up at you, but you weren’t met with the usual clap or sarcastic comment on how nice it was for you to finally arrive. You followed Liam’s flickering eyes to see none other than Isaac goddam Lahey standing in the corner of the room. You couldn’t deal with this again. You turned around and walked back out without a word. “You make me do math, you’re doing this” Malia said, grabbing your shoulders and bringing you back in. You huffed and sat next to Stiles, the only other person that wasn't excited for his presence. Pack meetings were one of the places you didn’t have the comfort of Brett. You tried to listen to the meeting but you were too distracted, you had to ignore Isaac’s glances, while giving Malia the look to show her just how irritated you were, while trying your hardest not to look over at him and not to mention everyone was waiting for your input on things like usual and when you didn’t say anything everyone knew why. “Until we read the book, I don’t want any of you walking around at night on your own, we don’t know enough about the dread doctors yet” Scott said, rounding off the meeting. “So I’ve got enough room to drop four of you home” Stiles said, standing up. “I’m staying at yours to study and you pass Kira’s and Lydia’s house on the way there” Malia suggested. “Alright, Y/N I’ll drop you home as well.” Stiles offered. “My house is completely out of the way. You should take Liam instead” you said, picking up your bag. “You should take the ride, I’m sure the dread doctors are mostly going after humans and I don’t want you to be in danger because of me” Liam piped up. “Honestly, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me” you smiled. “You’re not going home on your own” Lydia declared. “My mom’s coming to pick me up from the end of the road” you announced. “Are you just saying that, or do you actually mean it?” Scott asked, raising his eyebrows. “Erm maybe…” you groaned, knowing they wouldn’t just drop it. “Why don’t you ride with Isaac, he’s got room and he’s heading in the same direction” Malia suggested. How kind of her. You widened your eyes and shook your head gently at her, she simply smiled at you in return and high fived Lydia and Kira discreetly. Clearly, the three of them had been plotting. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean she hates me” Isaac tried to say quietly to Scott. “I think it’s a great idea” Kira added. “I don't” Stiles mumbled, before Malia punched him in the arm to shut him up. “I think I’d rather walk and take my chances” you said, attempting to leave, before Liam pulled you back in. “Isaac can take you home.” Scott insisted. “I’ll be fi-” you began saying, before noticing his serious expression. You looked at Isaac who was looking back at you awkwardly. “Fine” you whined, while walking outside and to his car. It couldn’t be that bad, surely. Everyone began walking to the cars and Scott stood at the door to wave you all off. You lent against the passenger side, with your arms crossed waiting for him. He opened the door and you both got in. This was definitely going to be awkward.