pairing: shin hoseok | reader genre: fluff, slight crack, smut. word count: 10,669 description: “Hey there sweetheart, you called? How may I help you today?” Calling upon a crossroads demon might’ve been the best decision you’ve ever made in life. At least until it involves pizza. author’s note: this was too tempting to write… thank @jiminscreaming for convincing me to do it.
Waiting for the pizza to arrive wanes on your patience, and much to your immense displeasure, you can’t help but pout on the floor, hoping that the damn pizza will arrive soon. Not that you would ever complain about Changkyun, but you were certainly considering it from the amount of time he’s been taking to arrive to your place. It isn’t even like he should get lost he’s actually been to your place to deliver pizzas more times than you’d ever admit.
But before you can dial the number to the pizza place just to ask about the status of your pizza, there’s a knock and doorbell at your door which you excitedly rise for and rush toward the door.
Unfortunately, the sight behind it is not Changkyun with your beloved pizza, but a silver and blue-haired demon that you can’t help but glower at despite the confusion you have at seeing him donning a red and white cap with the pizza logo on it or the fact that he’s holding a box of pizza in his hand.
“Wonho, what the hell? Where’s my pizza? If you do not quit your shit, I swear I will find a way to cut your tail off. I don’t even care if you don’t have one either. Grow one or some shit.” You growl the moment he appears in your doorway.
With that goddamn smirk curving on his lips, he replies, “Try it, sweetheart. I like it kinky.”
He’s a demon from your own personal hell, and this is literally speaking.
“Love letters!” Steve snapped his fingers dramatically.
“The fuck you mean ‘love letters’?” Bucky frowned.
“Language!” Tony chided, making Bucky snort and Steve shake his head while mumbling under his breath.
“Write her a love letter. You know, ‘Oh Y/N you’re so great, I’m totally in love with you’ blah blah,” Steve continued, glaring at Tony who was smirking at him.
“I’m not in love with her,” he sighed, leading both of them to roll their eyes at him eerily simultaneously.
“Okay, sure. And Rogers here didn’t make a hole in the wall with the toaster because he couldn’t figure out how to use it.”
“Hey! I am not-”
“Okay whatever. How do I give it to her?” Bucky interrupted their banter before it upscaled.
“Slip it under her door?”
“No, wait. Put it in her designated mailbox. That way you won’t get caught if she suddenly opens her door,” Tony raised, talking about the separate mailboxes the team had for themselves so as to not read each other’s private matters.
Too many times had Clint mocked Sam for his addiction to Vogue when they showed up in the mail addressed to him.
“Yeah, that would work.” He nodded his head
“Well go! Start writing!” Steve urged him, nearly pushing him off the couch they were all lounging around on.
Bucky caught himself on the arm rest just before he fell, shooting a hard look at Tony who was sniggering. He dusted himself off and straightened up before sauntering off, growing red at the thought of what he wanted to write to you.
Yo Y/N hows it going bruh
He sighed, finally feeling content with the opening part he had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to perfect.
I like you
I love you?
I think youre gr8 10/10 would recommend
I adore you
He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.
You have no clue who this is
I hope you never find out who this is
dude im hella sure you have no fuckin idea who i am and that’s good but like
It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.
You’re beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how captivating you really are.
Bucky stared blankly at the piece of paper he had drafted this on, feeling the heat creep up his neck at how cheesy it all was.
He wondered if he should write more.
“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, signing it off with ‘Your teammate’.
As he nibbled on his cereal, his mind drifted to whether you had received it or not. It had been a few days since he had dropped it into your mailbox and had yet to notice a sign as to whether you had seen it or not.
The team surrounded him, with the exception of you and Sam. Presumably gone to get your morning drink from Starbucks.
As Bruce passed around another plate of bacon, a loud boisterous laughter interrupted everyone’s chatter, making them turn their heads to the doorway.
Sam and you stood there, both of you red in the face but for completely different reasons.
You were crimson from laughter and Sam…Sam was red for a whole another cause.
“Who the fuck left this in my mailbox?” he panted, clutching a white lined notebook paper and Bucky almost fainted.
That was the letter he meant to post to you.
“What’s that?” he swallowed thickly, earning Sam’s gaze.
“A-a confession letter! About someone’s feelings!” He almost yelled. He was scandalised to say the least.
“What does it say?” Nat piped up, eyebrows furrowed and Bucky could swear his heart stopped.
“Hi there. I adore you,” Sam began, but was interrupted by another fit of laughter from you, soon joined in by Tony who sent a knowing look to Bucky.
Bucky sank lower in his seat, if that was even possible.
“It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.” Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes scanning over the next set of words.
“What more?” Tony prompted him to go on, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.
“Um- You’re, uh, beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how-” He coughed loudly to express his distaste- “captivating you really are.”
And now there were four people who were ruby red- two from embarrassment and two from laughing too hard.
Of course the latter included Tony, who knew exactly what was going on. You were just laughing at the expression on poor Sam’s face.
“Which one is your box?” Bucky asked meekly, already knowing the answer but not understanding how he had messed it up.
“The second one from the left, second row.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Why, you know who put this in?”
“How does it matter, Sam?” Steve quickly jumped in, trying to save his friend from further humiliation.
“There is someone in the room right now who is in love with me, of course it matters! Look y’all. Y’all are great and shit, but you’re definitely not on the same level as I am. I’m clearly a 10, and you’re probably all a 5 or 6. Barnes is a 4. Barton is a 3,” he added quickly, earning protests from Clint who had his face stuffed with eggs.
“Now, I’m asking you again, Barnes. Did you see someone out this in?”
“Uhh-” he began to stammer nervously. “Umm-”
“It was Tony,” Steve blurted out, immediately biting his lip as Tony spat out his orange juice.
“What the FUCK?!” Tony bellowed, wiping at his chin furiously while Sam had the most flabbergasted look on his face. “It wasn’t me! It was Barnes!”
“What?! No!” He quickly regained his composure, glancing around in urgency. “It was Steve!”
“Steve?” Sam looked mortified, and rightly so.
“Jesus, no! It wasn’t me!” He threw his hands up in despair.
“Which one of you was it?!”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Sam groaned, slapping his forehead.
All three of them glared at each other simultaneously, obviously mad at the other for blaming them.
“Even if this is some sort of joke, I’m not dating any of you.” His expression was half in between appalled and shocked as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you at the doorway.
Bucky broke away from the petty staring contest and towards you, beckoning you to sit next to him.
You strode towards the table, pulling out the seat and sitting next to him with a large smile, still finding the whole thing very funny.
“Are you laughing at the letter?” Bucky asked you lowly as the normal talk resumed to the table, probably centred around the commotion which had just occurred.
“No, I’m laughing at Sam’s expression. The letter was nice,” you whispered back and Bucky could feel a weight life off his shoulders as he smiled back at you.
Okay so maybe it wasn’t going great so far, but third time’s the charm, right?.
If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)
Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)
Ransom landed in his seat barely
five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up
against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of
the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance
and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.
“I know, I know. Kid broke off two
of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some
She grimaced. “Ugh.”
“Why do you ask me these things
when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s
sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”
“I’m in it for the butts.”
He grinned as he took in the player
stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits
will like that one?”
“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said
He choked and was suddenly glad he
hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits
She waved a hand vaguely, barely
missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office.
They needed some documents looked over.”
He recognized that tone. “How long
have you guys been here?”
“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for
“Shut up.” Then she turned to him
and smiled slowly.
Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh
“There is some news you’ll want.”
“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.
Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m
interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or
“Tall. He’s supposed to be very
tall. You’ll see.”
Prompt: Alex throwing stupid romantic puns at Maggie and Maggie falling crazy for her
I TURNED THIS INTO A COLLEGE AU BECAUSE I’M COMPLETE TRASH I
HOPE YOU DON’T MIND.
It starts in bio lecture.
Because bio is amazing, bio is incredible, bio is everything.
But this lecture? This lecture is too damn boring, this
lecture is too damn easy, and the girl sitting in the row in front of
and slightly below her is chewing her pen and doodling different kinds of
neurons in her notebook, and there’s a leather jacket slung over the back of
her chair and she is fine.
And, if the state of her notes – and her doodles – is any
indication, she isn’t bored because she doesn’t care about enzymes. She’s bored, it seems, for the same reason Alex is – because this shit is too easy.
So Alex does something she’s never done in her life: she
passes a note in class.
Hey – sorry to bother, but you look about as bored as I
am. Bio’s great – I can tell you think so too, your dendrites are awesome – but
this stuff is too easy. Wanna keep each other occupied? What’s your name?
She rips the page full out of her notebook and tosses it
down onto the girl’s desk. The girl stiffens, hard. Stiffens like this isn’t
her first time getting passed a note in class, and like it hasn’t been a
pleasant experience in the past. She glances up to see where it came from, and
her eyes – god, her eyes, her eyes are gorgeous – change somewhat when she
meets Alex’s gaze. She’s still wary, but now, maybe something else, too. Maybe
She opens the note skeptically, slowly. And she huffs out a
smirk as she reads it.
Alex grins down at her and her heart races as the girl
scrawls something back.
Her fingers brush Alex’s as she reaches back with the paper
without turning around, note in her hand, and Alex gulps because she swears
electricity passes between them. She wonders if the girl felt it, too, and her
normally steady hands tremble uncharacteristically as she reopens the note. She
grins as she reads.
Thank god, someone who knows a neuron when they see one.
Name’s Sawyer. Maggie Sawyer. Yours?
Alex doesn’t hesitate.
Maggie’s a beautiful name. Definitely suits you. You know
I could write it on my calculator. And mine’s Danvers. Alex Danvers.
Maggie full out chuckles this time, and Alex blushes as
Their fingers brush again when Maggie passes the piece of
paper back, and Alex could swear she did it on purpose.
You this smooth with all the girls, Danvers?
Only the ones who’re made of as much copper and tellurium
as you are.
Maggie laughs out loud this time as she turns around and
flashes Alex with a dimpled smile. Alex’s heart stops, and she doesn’t care
that the kids sitting near them start to glare.
CuTe, Danvers. Very CuTe.
Alex blushes, and Alex squirms in her seat, and Alex knows
she’s a goner, because Maggie got the joke, got the line, perfectly, perfectly,
She holds the door for her as they leave the lecture
together forty-three minutes later, by unspoken agreement, and they realize –
as they talk through their schedules for the term that started just yesterday –
that they’re in the same lab, too.
They’re dating within a couple of weeks – because Alex
passed her a note in lecture (their rapidly-developing tradition) that asked if
Maggie was her appendix, because she really wanted to take her out – but that
doesn’t mean that Alex stops with the lines.
“Maggie, how many protons do you have?”
“Probably several billion, Danvers,” Maggie answers without
looking up at Alex, her head buried in her physics text book during one of
their library dates.
“No, I think you only have eleven.”
Maggie furrows her brow and tilts her head and looks up
slowly and groans with a growing smile. “Oh no, Alex.”
“Because you’re sodium fine.”
“Jesus Christ, woman, you have no nerd limits,” Maggie says,
but what she means is you’re adorable.
Sawyer, is it getting hot in here? Alex scrawls
during bio lecture, and Maggie looks askance at Alex’s sweatshirt and knows
that she most certainly is not warm. She smirks and she writes a question mark
and she waits for Alex’s next move.
Must be our bond forming, Alex writes, and Maggie
Nerd, she writes, but what she means is I love that
you care about making me laugh, I love that you care about complimenting me.
“If I were an enzyme, I’d be DNA helicase,” Alex murmurs in
her ear when they finally have Maggie’s dorm room to themselves, and Maggie
laughs breathily as she pulls Alex by the belt loops toward the bed.
“Wanna unzip my genes, Danvers?” she asks, but her heart is
racing with more than just adrenaline, with more than just lust, because Alex
is laughing and Alex is touching her gently, gently, gently, and Alex is
putting her hand under Maggie’s head as Maggie lays down, and Alex is the
biggest nerd she’s ever met, but she’s her nerd, and Maggie wouldn’t
have it any other way.
In which Sherlock comes back after pretending to be dead for two years, finds John moved out of Baker Street and nearly engaged. He’d deduced two possible reactions… but not this.
Of all the outcomes Sherlock had prepared himself for, this was not one of them. There had been two scenarios in his head, two ways John’s emotions could play out. Shock was, in both scenarios, naturally the primary stage. That is logically what happens when a previously thought dead person presents themselves. It was the stages that came after the shock is where it got tricky, given that Sherlock had to take into factor that they were surrounded by the public eye, in a very crowded, very upscale restaurant. It was where the road split. Road one: Shock would be followed by disbelieve, perhaps tears, but most likely not with John. No, it was more likely disbelief would lead to laughter, the slightly bitter kind that Sherlock could picture on John’s face, the kind that would melt into relief, maybe even a slightly uncharacteristic hug. It might be a briefer display of emotion due to the public eye but at least Sherlock would know it was alright now.
The second road was not preferred but it ended the same. On this path anger followed the shock, maybe John stormed out of the restaurant, maybe delivered Sherlock a rightly deserved punch… But they were together in the end. Sherlock was forgiven in the end.
He never thought, however, that the stage of anger would be so prolonged. He never imagined that John wouldn’t eventually get along to embracing his lost best friend. Sherlock never pictured John leaving him standing alone on the curb of a dumpy fish and chip place with a bloody nose.
Ms. Hudson, on the other hand, had had exactly the reaction Sherlock had predicted when he walked into 221B. She’d screamed, cried, screamed again when he placed a gentle hand on her arm, and proceeded to alternate between the two for the next hour. Sherlock could barely focus on her however, only being able to think about how, as she wrapped him in a very tight hug, he would do anything to have experienced this reaction twice that night.
“Oh Sherlock,” Ms. Hudson patted his cheek fondly, a smile brightening her face, “I take it you’ve seen John?”
Sherlock tense, “Yes. Yes, of course.”
She laughed delightedly, squeezing his hand before bustling into the kitchen, “I’ll get the kettle on for you two, then.”
Sherlock unknotted his scarf, hanging it on the familiar coat hanger, taking note in the back of his mind the relief that filled his chest at being, well, home, “Sorry?”
Ms. Hudson looked over her shoulder, “Well, I gather he’ll be around shortly, yes?”
Sherlock froze half way through shrugging out of his coat, the thought hitting him harder than he expected. Would he?
“Yes.” Sherlock said stiffly, dropping his coat over a chair—John’s chair—with a flourish, “Yes, of course. Tea would be lovely, thank you.”
Ms. Hudson gave him another firm kiss on the cheek and a Oh Sherlock, do play some violin for me tomorrow. I can’t tell you how I’ve missed it, and left him to “get settled.”
Sherlock had prepared the tea with shaking fingers. Of course John would be around. He wouldn’t let the night end like it had would he? He’d want to see Sherlock. Definitely. John was a man of answers, and he had two years worth of questions to ask. Sherlock had poured the water into the tea pot, set out two cups (he’d looked for John’s favorite mug only to find it no longer in the cupboard), milk, and sugar. He’d put it all on a tray, set it rather too harshly onto the coffee table, fell into his chair…
And the waiting had begun.
Sherlock was very good at sitting still usually. He could go days on end without speaking, without moving. But he couldn’t seem to manage it tonight.
He paced, drummed his fingers, watched the clock. By the time he decided to change into his pajamas, it was nearly two in the morning and he had already retuned his violin and stabbed the fireplace mantle approximately 57 times. The tea was cold and he hadn’t had a drop. He hung his coat up from its place on John’s chair, fluffing the flag pillow and smoothing the velvet out.
It was two thirty and Sherlock listened to Ms. Hudson’s bedroom door close downstairs. No doubt she had been waiting up for John. She’d given up. He wouldn’t.
Sherlock kept his phone in hand. John may call rather than come over now that it was so late. He had a…fiancé now, after all. Sherlock swallowed hard at the thought, checking his phone again. Another outcome Sherlock had not expected. Of course, he felt foolish now, thinking John had—thinking John could ever feel… whatever Sherlock had felt. Whatever Sherlock feels. That it was John and him, him and John. He never dreamt that there could be any other version of either of their lives, he never thought…
Sherlock pressed his hands over his eyes.
But perhaps he should not have left for two years. For a so-called genius, he seemed to have a habit of realizing things too late when it came to John Watson. Maybe one could only be a genius in one aspect of life, one field. Sherlock considered this. If that was the case, he’d gladly trade his knowledge of chemistry, of crime, of anything, for an upstanding understanding of John. Just John. It may not be more useful in his line of work. But he would be happier. Emotionally. Sherlock blinked at the realization. He was surprised, but it felt… true.
It was approaching four in the morning when Sherlock resigned to his bed. He couldn’t stare at the empty chair across from him any longer. If he did he was worried he may throw something, or miss the mantlepiece and stab himself instead with the amount he’d been at it. He let his phone rest on his chest, fingertips to his chin.
He didn’t want to admit it, but his hopes were crumbling around him. John was not calling. John was not coming up the stairs. John had left him on the curb after hitting him once, twice, three times. He found that his chest hurt more than his cheek or nose.
Sherlock was just beginning to resign himself to a few more hours of sitting completely still until it was considered a socially acceptable hour to rise and start a day in the life of the living, when his phone buzzed against his ribs, shocking Sherlock’s eyes open.
The screen said John.
Sherlock had barely picked up before he was saying his name.
He was met with a few beats of silence and then, slowly, “You’re awake.”
Sherlock felt pinned against the mattress, “You don’t sound surprised.”
The response was more immediate this time, “I’m not.”
Sherlock nearly closed his eyes at the familiar scoff, “Yes, of course I’m awake.”
“I… I’m not surprised… either.” Sherlock had never struggled for words so much in his life.
Silence followed and Sherlock thought he heard John pouring himself tea, or maybe a drink.
“Jesus,” A chair scooted back over the line and John sighed as he sat now, “I’ve not a clue what to say. How’s the nose?”
Sherlock felt himself smile a little at the comment. This was the most normal he had felt in two entire years, “Not as bad as the ribs.”
John chuckled softly, the way he did when he was confused, “What? I didn’t hit you in the ribs.”
“No. You didn’t.”
Silence followed again. Sherlock heard John’s breathing stop and restart, “Sherlock-“
“Don’t worry, I’m okay-“
“No, that’s not the point, Sherlock, the point is that you let me- You let me knock you around when someone else had been doing god knows what god knows where.”
“Don’t worry, you’re much gentler than Serbian interrogators.”
He heard John set his tea down too hard, “What? I- Oh my god, I swear, if you’re joking-“
“I don’t joke.”
Another laugh, this time disbelieving. It sent another shock of relief through Sherlock, “Yes you do, Jesus, Jesus-“
“John. I’m okay-“
“Well, you were dead this morning!”
John’s breathing was harsh over the phone. Sherlock could picture him rubbing his eyes. Sherlock just listened for a moment to the familiar sound. He didn’t know how to start. Sorry was nothing, not what was needed, it wasn’t enough.
“John…” Sherlock let out a breath, “I-“
“Don’t you dare say you’re-“
“I wanted to tell you so many times-“
“God, did you now?” John was nearly fuming again, “That’s the first time you haven’t given into one of your impulses.”
Sherlock closed his eyes. Hardly, John. Hardly.
Sherlock breathed deeply through his nose, “You’re right. I should know better.”
Sherlock heard a clatter that sounded like John throwing his cup in the sink, “Yes. Yes, you should.”
“Maybe I’ll give into one right now.”
A beat of silence, “What?”
Sherlock was already halfway to the door, “I’m coming over.”
The laugh was back, nervous and relieved this time, “Sherlock it’s nearly five-“
“I’m giving into an impulse, John.”
“Right…” A chair scraped back, “Yes, okay. Alright.”
“I’ll catch a cab. Text me the address, would you?”
Sherlock thought he heard a hitch in breath, a small sniff maybe. It made his chest ache, “Yeah.”
Sherlock shrugged half way into his coat, “Okay-“
“Right, can we not say goodbye?”
Sherlock’s brows furrowed, “John?”
“’s just the last time you said…” John couldn’t seem to finish but he didn’t have to.
Sherlock understood. He understood and he knew he’d never utter the word ‘goodbye’ to John Watson again.
22. “Do you think she’s angry?” 5. “Why, all of the sudden, you are this interested in my life?”
Word count: 1.353
Posted: 10th of May 2017
A/N: (I AM A DUMB ASS, BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE REAL POST AND I AM JUST REPOSTING IT!)Another prompt request! This is sad, but this happened to me too, maybe not exactly in that way but I felt the sad feeling. It sucked. I hope that no one of you suffers in that way, but, if ever, my asks are always open. Thank you for requesting and I hope that you enjoy reading it. Thank you so much.
P.S: I’m not accepting part 2 requests of the prompt because I have a lot to write and I like leaving the readers in their curiosity of what might happen next. I’m sorry and you can always request something from the prompt list, link down below. Thank you.
“Jesus Christ, stop skipping your classes and stop sleeping late!” Alex angrily exclaimed as he noticed that you were sitting on your usual place at Monet’s alone. You moved your gaze to where Alex was and you saw him standing with his arms crossed in front of you, together with his actual girlfriend, the famous Jessica Davis.
“What the hell do you want, Alex?” You rolled your eyes as you didn’t want to be bothered during that exact moment. You decided to skip your classes as you needed to release some negative vibes from your mind, but then they were there to accompany you, trying to socialize with you.
“Pardon me?” The platinum blonde-haired boy sat on the empty seat across yours and he invited Jessica to sit beside him, holding her hands tightly and you carefully observed their hands intertwining, one of the things that broke your heart even more. “What the fuck is happening to you?”
“Uhm,” You corrugated your forehead as anger took your emotions. “it’s none of your fucking business.” You coldly answered, not minding Jessica’s judging stares, obviously because of your stubborn answers.
“Tell me what happened?!” Alex raised his voice a little bit. Luckily, there weren’t other people in the place, except for the baristas, because it would be shameful to create a scene in front of the crowd.
“Nothing has happened, okay?” You snapped at him, raising your voice too, and you grabbed your phone, that was on the coffee table, to check some of your social medias. You were obviously trying to shoo them away.
You wanted to avoid his questions, because he was the problem, your very own problem. Alex caused you the problems that you were having during that time and you never hated someone in the way you hated Alex before.
You’ve been good friends with him for months and you loved your relationship with him, because he has always made you laugh and he had the capacity to cheer you up whenever you would feel sad or insecure. You were always with him and only God knew how many secrets you confessed to each other. He was your anchor, you were his ship and to make the long story short: you completed each other.
He showed you nice and sweet gestures and those gestures fucked your life up, because you started to develop some hidden feelings for him, but he was head over heels in love with Jessica, so he never noticed your feelings for him. Unluckily.
You hated him since Jessica came into his life, not because you were jealous, but because you became Alex’s second choice and he was never with you anymore. He left you for his girlfriend and you knew that you couldn’t compete against her, she was the loved one, you were just a good friend.
You admitted to yourself that you felt selfish, because Alex deserved to be happy, even just for once, but you didn’t deserve either to be forgotten or to be left alone. Loneliness was a bitch and it made you feel worse when it started to keep you awake at night. Gloomily.
You were alone and, unluckily, you needed one specific person to fix yourself again, one specific person that you couldn’t have right now.
“Do you think she’s angry?” You heard Alex asking Jessica and you shook your head to let your thoughts go. He surely noticed the miffed expression in your face, while you were staring at your phone screen, little fingers sliding through different letters and punctuations.
“As it seems.” Jessica shrugged as she raised her shoulders in response. Alex looked back at you and you accidentally caught his gaze. You fiercely looked at him and you made him notice the anger that you felt inside of you.
“(Y/N),” Alex unleashed a long deep sigh as he tried to talk to you once again. It seemed like he had too much patience in store. “what’s the matter?”
“Amazing,” You were sarcastically dumbfounded for another attempt of talking to you. “I exist for the one and only, Alex Standall.” You nodded as you clapped your hands with class and sass.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Alex raised one of his eyebrow as he asked for explanations. “I just suggested you to stop skipping your classes. I am doing this for your own good.” He debated as he let Jessica’s hand go and he rested his arms on the coffee table.
“Why, all of the sudden, you are this interested in my life?” You angrily asked to Alex as you gave him a teary glance. “You’ve been together with Jessica for weeks now and, for weeks, I’ve been alone. Alex, fucking alone! Do you know what does that shit mean? Of course not, because you’ve never been alone in your life!” Your tears started to stream down your face as your cheeks became crimson red for the anger.
“(Y/N).” Jessica pronounced your name in a moderate tone as she tried to calm yourself, but you didn’t mind her. You glanced at Alex and it seemed like he was hit by a truck full of your anger, of your peevishness, of your irascibility, and it left him speechless. Speechless, as in no words came out from his mouth.
“And I can assure you that it fucking sucks.” You murmured as you hiccupped continuously. You fidgeted with your phone, while you observed Alex’s face. You opened his eyes and reality hit him hard.
“(Y/N).” Alex tried to say something, but he couldn’t find the right words. He was shock, because he never meant to hurt you. He never meant to leave you alone.
“It’s fine, don’t bother yourself.” You stood up and grabbed your things from the coffee table. You left some bills to pay for your untouched hot chocolate drink and you started to walk from the couple away.
“(Y/N), wait!” Alex tried to follow you, but he stopped when he saw you shaking your head, as if you were barricading him from yourself. You avoided him, because you knew that you would let yourself in if he ever said his sorry.
“I need no sympathy, Alex.” You shortly said as you wiped the warm tears that stained your smooth and burning hot cheeks.
He unleashed another heavy sigh as he sniffled loudly. You couldn’t see him perfectly, but it was obvious that he was crying too. His blue orbs were watery and he silently cried as he dealt with the pain and the stinging sensation that he felt on his cheeks.
Maybe he realized who he has just lost, maybe it sank in his mind that he lost the great friend that he used to have. He lost his ship and you lost your anchor, you sank and he never realized it. After all, you were just two pieces that fit together, but of two different puzzles. You once completed each other, but you realized your differences and you had to find the perfect piece, the perfect piece that would complete you so you wouldn’t be hurt anymore.
“Standall?” You called his attention, going back to your surname basis. He knew what it perfectly meant when you called him in that way. He looked at you as he wept in the middle of the room. “It’s my life, I understand that you were part of it, but you can’t dictate me what to do or not. Not now, not ever.”
You flashed him a sarcastic and fake wide smile, before you opened the bar’s main door, making the little bell ring. You shot him and Jessica another glance and you pushed yourself out of the door as you decided to leave everything behind, not minding how Alex felt, because he never really cared for what you felt in the past few weeks. He never cared until that moment, that exact moment when he already lost you.
You admitted to yourself that you felt selfish and evil, but he never cared for you and it was the right time to have a little bit of respect for yourself. Gloomily? Yup.
A/N: Part one. I swear I’ll update this one LOL. Shoutout to @whitechocolateperfection for literally everything about this lmao
“Don’t you think we should tell him?”
It was the question I’d been avoiding ever since Shawn’s coming home party had been scheduled. Now the day had arrived, and Shawn was on his plane, on the way. I was nervous, to say the least, as I always was when it came to Shawn. There was something between us that had never been discussed, that we’d never bothered to dip our toes in in fear of the pond being deeper than meets the eye. All throughout high school we played the game of will they or won’t they. We were close, and the feelings felt between us were strong enough to make our friends feel awkward when we went into our own little world. That’s all it was though, and all it would ever be.
Hale x Reader
Warning: Fluff, cuteness, sick!Reader, maybe a swear word or two
Word Count: 1.2k+
Heyo! I saw you wanted requests, so could u do a Derek hale x
reader where she’s his mate (human, but knows about everything) and he keeps
her secret from the pack because he’s worried about the people out to get him.
Suddenly she gets sick tho and he’s gotta take care of her which leads to the
pack being curious and worried about where he is every day for a week. Fluff
please :3 thanks lovie!
A/N: Wow I haven’t written for Teen
Wolf in such a long time! I’m sorry about that, most of my focus has been on my
main blog @Lady-Thor-Foster. I’m excited about picking my fics back up again
and writing new ones! Chapter Two of Muse is coming out ASAP. I’m still taking
prompt: ‘Prompt time!! So I met you at a club and we’ve gone back to your place but I actually cannot sleep with you unless you tidy this damn flat! how can you live like this???’ for @longlivequeenlydia
“Let me get this straight,” Raven says calmly. “You took the hot guy home — the one with the arms. You guys were making out the entire Uber ride back to your place. He had you up against your door, you were ripping his shirt off. And then he… cleaned your apartment?”
Or, the one where Clarke’s one-night stand with a hot guy doesn’t quite go exactly the way she plans.
They burst through the door in a flurry of heated kisses and roving hands.
Midway through struggling to get one high-heeled boot off, Clarke just manages to kick the door shut. It’s barely slammed into place when she’s suddenly being whirled around and pressed up against it with a soft thud, her back flush to its hard surface.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps as a set of hard teeth introduces itself to her neck, sending a surge of tingling goosebumps fluttering over her skin.
She can’t see his face, but she feels his mouth curve against her collarbone with a smile, a rush of warm breath flooding over her already overheated skin.
“Trust me,” he promises, his low baritone rough with desire. “I’m planning on it, princess.”
She grins, tangling her fingers into his inky black curls so she can tug him up for another kiss.
It’s going to be a good night, she can tell.
“Let me get this straight,” Raven says calmly. “You took the hot guy home — the one with the arms. You guys were making out the entire Uber ride back to your place. He had you up against your door, you were ripping his shirt off. And then he… cleaned your apartment?”
Member: S.Coups Genre: Smut, comedy Word Count: 1312
“Have fun at the arcade, guys!” you shout after the group of boys leaving. Vernon, Chan, and Joshua wave goodbye, closing the door behind them. It was a free day for seventeen, which means they all got to go out and do things that they actually wanted to be doing, but never got the chance to do. Vernon, Chan, and Josh headed to the arcade, Mingyu, Jihoon, Wonwoo, Jun, and Minghao went to the movies, Seokmin and Soonyoung went restaurant hopping, and Seungkwan and Jeonghan went to the mall. Which meant you were completely alone with Seungcheol for the first time in…a very, very long time.
“I’m glad you guys get to relax today. You deserve it,” you sigh, flopping down on top of your boyfriend. He tore his eyes away from the television to look at your face.
“You deserve it too, Mrs. Manager-Machine,” he smiled, stroking the side of your face. “You work almost as hard as we do.” His deep voice rumbled through his chest, and you could feel it in your own chest as you laid against him. You didn’t respond, you just nuzzled your face into his shirt.
“Babe?” he asked, nudging your side. When you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, his immediately widened. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Betrothed,” Jamie rasped as the clockwork wheels thudded into place in his mind.
The delegation of Grants that Colum had been—
Colum nodded, smiling calmly, but his eyes were still narrowed in razor-sharp suspicion. “All settled, save the vows, and that comes tomorrow.”
Colum had arranged for—
Fury. Raging, blistering fury tore through Jamie, and he had to grip the arm of his chair to keep from letting it explode from him. “Might I ask, uncle,” he said, with what he hoped was a good
approximation of cordiality, “why ye didna think to seek my counsel on this before matters were ‘settled.’”
The laird paused only a moment before answering, cool and collected. “Ye should be thanking me, wee Jamie. This is a good match. An important match.”
“Important enough that it didna occur to ye to even ask my leave before selecting a wife for me?” Jamie tried to keep his voice steady but the waves of anger lurked barely below the surface. “Before determining the course of the remainder of mylife?”
Colum’s words were still quiet, but as sharp as a knife blade through the still of the room. “You’re to be laird, Sheumais MacBrian. If it’s the
remainder of your life, it’s the next life of the clan as well. As future leader
of the MacKenzies, your life is not your own, anymore.”
“I’ve no intention to be laird, and my life is no one’s save my own, God’s, and those who have claim to my protection. I came here today only to inform ye that I’ve proposed marriage to Claire Beauchamp and she’s accepted.”
The silence before Colum spoke was excruciating. “Explain yourself,” he said delicately. “…boy.”
“’Boy,’ it is?” Jamie couldn’t help a wry, scornful laugh. “A moment
ago, I’m to be laird, and now –“
“And now,” Colum interrupted, his voice still alarmingly controlled, but the eyes showing the fire about to pour forth, “like a child, you’ll answer to your
elders for your actions.”
Jamie bit back a retort that would certainly have sounded childish, and instead chose to remain silent.
Colum’s eyebrows were knitted hard. “She’s wi’ child, then?”
“No! Christ—God in Heaven, no!” Jamie’s shock and embarrassment made his voice squeak like a wee lad. “I’ve no’ lain wi’ her. I swear it on my mother’s grave,” he said more sharply.
“Doesna matter to me if you’ve swived a hundred lassies,” Colum said. “What matters is that ye deliberately deceived me here in this room three weeks ago in implying that your allegiance to the clan outweighed any liaison between you and Mistress Beauchamp.”
Jamie couldn’t remain stoic in the face of Colum’s quietly seething wrath. “Aye, I did deceive ye, uncle, though wi’ no malice in my heart. See, it—” He took a deep breath. Everything, then. “I said those words in anger, but the feelings between Mistress Beauchamp and me are mutual, and have been growing for some time. On the road wi’ the rent party, we had a misunderstanding, and she left—then had a change of heart and chose to come
back to see if the two of us might set things right. My heart was hard against her, that day here in the study wi’ Dougal, as you certainly will have seen, and I said what I did only so you and Dougal would understand the true reason why she left, and that there was no cause to suspect her of treachery.” He met his uncle’s eye directly. “But two days ago, Claire and I did set things right—more than right—and she agreed to become my wife.”
Colum nodded and reached for a quill. “An agreement that can easily be broken.”
Jesus, the calm and heartlessness of that statement. He all but snarled at his uncle, “Absolutely not.”
provide her wi’ a pension, if we must, to see that she’s—”
“No.” He was practically shouting, barely able to keep his seat. “I love her, uncle. I love Claire—and I came to speak wi’ ye today to tell
ye so, and tell ye of my intention to marry her. I had no inkling of your
designs for an alliance wi’ the Grants, and I’m sorry for the ill timing, but I’d never have consented even if Mistress Beauchamp were no’ involved. I’ll
not be swayed—not for any price.”
Colum’s steely calm snapped and he snarled, leaning forward,
white with rage, his finger pointed in accusation at Jamie’s face. “I got you
“Uncle, ye must—”
“—saved you from the noose, from rotting in prison,” he snarled,
shaking his head slowly, like a beast about to charge, “and this, THIS is how ye repay me?”
“And I’m verra grateful,” Jamie said, marshaling his
voice into calm, “but I didna—”
“Did ye think that I would risk my neck and clan and name only
out of the goodness of my heart? Did ye think there would be no obligation
expected of ye in return, boy?”
“If I deigned to presume,” Jamie hissed between teeth clenched
so hard as to be painful, “the love for your own flesh and blood was enough to
prompt such a kind deed, I do most humbly
beg your pardon.”
“Love without duty is pure fancy,” Colum said bluntly. “Which is
why ye will not be marrying Mistress Beauchamp.”
“I will be. You have my word on it.”
Colum’s mouth quirked up into a wry smile, the steely calm controlling
his features once more. “Ye truly think ye can do this to me again wi’ no
“Again?” Jamie laughed mirthlessly. “To my knowledge, I’ve never
turned down a marriage arrangement from ye before.”
“But your mother did.”
Jamie stepped back and pressed his lips together. Jesus, he hadn’t
stopped to think on it, but she’d—
“Aye, you’ll ken the story,” Colum said, his eyes alight with a
near-maniacal gleam. “Betrothed to one Malcolm Grant, and then up and decides she’d prefer to sneak off and swive in the heather wi’ your bastard father. And what your *bastard* father may not have told you bairns round the fireside—“
“Do NOT use that word in my presence.”
“—is that her actions, her heedlessness and SELFISHNESS nearly started an all-out war wi’ the Grants.” Colum thudded his fist
onto the table. “This alliance is the reparation for that VERY slight, boy, and an end to the thirty years of bad blood between our clans that came of it. All that and more will be mended when you join wi’ Malcolm Grant’s
daughter. I’ll no’ have it ruined because some Sassenach happened to walk her fine arse in front of ye.”
Jamie was already on his feet and gripping his dirk before realizing what he was doing. Colum’s look was defiant, as though daring Jamie to make him summon the guards. He couldn’t very well fight for Claire in a dungeon cell, and they both knew it fine.
Jamie clenched his hands behind his back and stared down at the MacKenzie across the wide desk. “If the marriage alliance was of such great importance, and ye esteem my leadership highly enough to have wished me to be laird one day, then ye ought to have spoken to me of Miss Grant previously, and no’ just have assumed I’d agree to throw my life away by wedding a stranger.” Jamie’s voice
was calm. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m no’ your son, Colum; nor am I your logical successor, nor a ward, that ye might command me to bow to your will. I canna take responsibility for the choices of my departed mother—” Colum scoffed, and Jamie raised his voice, “—NOR will I be bound by
an obligation I learned of scarce FIVE MINUTES ago. I SHALL go to Lallybroch
with Mistress Beauchamp, where I’ll make her my wife and nothing you or Dougal can say shall—”
“Then it’s a good thing I sent word to the English garrison
Jamie’s blood froze. “What?”
Colum steepled his fingers, such a casual gesture Jamie wanted
to reach across the desk and throttle him. “Oh, aye. About our mysterious
Mistress Beauchamp, indicating my suspicions as to her character and purpose on
my lands, and asking that they come and collect her, she being an English
citizen, after all.”
“How could ye— how could—?“ His words choked off in rage. Claire,
dragged to Fort William. Claire, in the hands of that monster, Randall. “How
could ye have done such a thing, uncle?”
“Claire Beauchamp is nothing to me, to this clan, to you, save a liability. And while ye
may not be my son, ye pledged me an oath, and you’ll honor it by arriving in the great hall tomorrow
noon to make the formal oath to your betrothed in front of her father and the
clans so that the wedding plans might commence, else…” He trailed off, leaving Jamie to imagine what the consequences for disobedience might be.
It hadn’t been an oath that Jamie swore those weeks ago, and Colum MacKenzie knew it just fine. A pledge to obey while on MacKenzie lands: Colum KNEW it was no more than that, and yet here he was, manipulating Jamie with such precision, to have him bound and trussed with no more than a word. Christ, that he should ever have been thought fit to take over the clan from this conniving man.
“Promise me you’ll not turn her over
to the English,” Jamie demanded, his head was spinning. “Swear to me that you’ll send another message, telling them it
was a misunderstanding— that Mistress Beauchamp is no longer under
Colum considered, then nodded. “I’ll send it by rider tomorrow. After you’ve
made your formal vow to Edina.”
Jamie breathed. Just breathed, focusing on the filling of his
He rose and bowed to his uncle.
“Then, I’ll abide by my word, my chieftain.”
Jamie was kissing me and it wasn’t a dream. Thank the bloody Lord: I’d had it up to here with dreaming.
I reached up and twined my fingers in his hair, moving my hips up against him.
He moaned into my mouth and slipped his hand under my head. When I grappled for him, though, he laughed and pulled back.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Jamie!”
He laughed again, landed one more good one, and then jumped off the bed.
I threw myself back hard onto the pillow. “You can’t just wake a girl up all sexy-like and then saunter off.”
“How’s about you saunter off along wi’ me?”
His tone was playful, but there was an urgency in his movements that made me sit back up at once. “What do you mean?”
He was moving across the room, gathering things into a satchel. “We must leave the castle— tonight.”
“We must—What???” But it all made sense: how I’d heard not a word from him since the garret, hadn’t seen him in the great hall. Something had happened in the session with Colum, and it wasn’t good.
“I’m sorry for the suddenness, Sassenach, truly,” he said, placing the bag on the bed. “I’ll explain everything in full, I swear it, but we must leave, now.”
Under his forced calm, I could sense the very real fear.
“Jamie—are we in danger?”
Honesty. The blatant, quiet honesty in him; yet another reason I felt so sure in him, in us. He would give his life to protect me, would tease and joke to put my mind at ease, but when directly asked, he would not lie to me. I’d lied to Jamie, I realized with a pang, but no more. There were no lies between us, nor secrets, and as ridiculous as it might have once seemed to me, I felt this man as an extension of my own mind. It was almost laughable, in fact, when he sat next to me on bed, a face on my palm and asked, “Do ye trust me?”
And I didn’t hesitate for a moment in replying. “Yes, I trust you.”
He grinned. “And ye still wish to marry me, aye?”
*I* grinned. “Aye, I do, my bonny lad.”
He kissed me. “Good. Then the greatest measure of our safety rests upon us being able to get off of MacKenzie lands. Only elsewhere am I in honor free of obedience to Colum. Only Colum’s no fool, so likely we’ll have to fight our way out of Leoch, this night.“ His control wavered, and for a moment, he looked truly distraught. “I’m sorry for putting this upon ye.”
“Just tell me what to do,” I said, running my hand down his face. “I trust you.” I kissed him back, though fear and exhilaration coursed through me. “And what’s the other measure?”
The grin was back. “Making ye my wife as soon as humanly possible and taking ye to my bed to make things official.”
Taking the gift of his ease and humor against the fear of the night, I gave it back to him in kind, throwing up my hands in mock bewilderment. “How EVER will we bring ourselves to do it?”
He pulled a long-suffering kind of face as he pressed me rather scandalously back into the pillows. “‘Tis a grave task,” he said, nipping at the neck of my shift. “but I have a suspicion we’ll manage it somehow. Here,“ he said, dropping a pile of fabric at my shoulder, “put these breeks on and let’s get down to our business.“
Ah yes, just typical fighting-our-way-out-of-the-castle banter.
a/n: wowie part three!!! lemme know if you’d like a part four!! requests are open for all you lovely little nuggets! happy reading👱🏻♀️🌈🤴🏼
tonight was a totally flop, my feet kill from standing so long, the food was served cold and to top it off no one asked me to dance the entire night so i stood and watched an awkward Betty try and confess her feelings to my brother and so far it didn’t look like it was going to crash hot
just when i thought the night could get worse if it possibly tried i spot cheryl walking over to me and at this moment i just wanting the ground to swallow me whole.
“hello my fellow riven vixen” she smiles sweetly
“hey cheryl” i smile and muster up as much enthusiasm and fake smiling as i could manage “what’s up” i tilt my head blinking to let her know im not a robot.
“are you coming tonight to the after party? im in the mood for chaos” her smile turns sinister as she batts her eyelids. “not tonight im super tired but enjoy!”
i try and walk past her but she catches me arm and yanks me back “i beg your pardon?” i roll my eyes pulling my arm free “i said no cheryl i will not be in attendance tonight- now if you’ll excuse me-”
she begins her snappy come back when i see reggie mantle walking over to us “care to dance andrews?” i breathe a sigh of relief “why of course mantle- if you’ll excuse me” i tell cheryl before grabbing his hand and letting him guide me out into the middle of the dance floor
“i never thought I’d say this but ive never been so happy to see you ever in my life” i sling my arms around his neck as we begin to slow dance. he chuckles at my remark and places his arms loosely on my hips
“things looked a little intense so i thought I’d go help my damsel in distress, you are my river vixen after all” he teases pulling me closer to his body.
“woah steady eddie i think your getting a bit ahead of yourself there. i can handle myself but thank you” he smiles down at me “your welcome”
the song ends and we break apart i catch a glimpse of the others watching reggie and i closely as he snakes his hand around my waist and tugs me toward his side. my brother mutters something to Betty before walking over to me and breaking us apart.
“if it isn’t the inferior twin, hey bud how you doing. did i tell you that your sister got mega hot” he winks at me before smirking up at my brother “jesus reg” i roll my eyes at the hormonal teen before walking toward my brother “let’s go home”
“actually Betty, Ronnie and I are going to the Blossoms- you should come-” i shake my head “no thanks im just going to hit Pops and then head home for a well needed bath”. he nods before turning and disappearing in the crowd.
i start the walk over to Pop’s my clutch in one hand my shoes in the other the cool wind blowing through my hair. i quicken my pace when i see the shimmering neon signs of the diner “thank god” i mutter entering the only place open at 11pm
it was much warmer inside then out my whole body shivered as it adjust to the warmness, “hey pop” i greet “the usual?” he asks and i nod searching for a booth when I spot the brunette boy huddled over his laptop.
“ill be sitting with juggie” the old man nods turning and placing my order into the kitchen, my stomach growling at the mouth watering smell of burgers and fries.
i approach the table with caution my whole body shivering from the cold “jug?”
his eyes shoot up from his laptop annoyance across his face as he realises it’s me, my heart sinks as i wrap my arms around my body “can i sit?” he doesn’t say a word he just nods focusing his attention back to his work
i slip into the open seat opposite him placing my heels and purse next to me, we sit in silence and i tap my fingers against the table hoping that he’d break first.
“god dammit!” i bang my hands on the table causing jughead to look at me in an instant closing his laptop. “what?” he says panicked
“im sorry for bailing today okay! i got swept up with B & V and my brother forced me to this stupid dance and i don’t have your number so I couldn’t message you to say no and i just had a really crappy night and I had to walk all the way from school to here in these damn shoes- and it’s like minus 2 degrees out there and I’m cold and hungry and annoyed because i flaked on you and i never flake- so im sorry please don’t do this-” i blurt resting my head in my hands.
the diner falls quiet and i keep my eyes close not wanting to see a Jugheads expression “here” i hear him mumble
i lift my head and see jugheads outstretched hand with his jacket hanging from his grasp, i grab it softly slipping into it and instantly feelings it’s warmth “thank you” i mumble.
“it’s okay-” he pauses to clear his throat “i actually only got here about an hour ago-” he chuckles grabbing a few fries off my plate and popping them into his mouth.
i drop my face into my palms and turn red in embarrassment before making eye contact with him again a grin wide on his face. i narrow my eyes at him pulling my plate closer to me.
“i can’t believe you made me think you were mad at me you jerk” i complain somewhat relieved at the concept “i tried to stop you but once you start ranting it’s extremely hard to stop you”
i laugh at the brunette boy as i sip on my milkshake “you’re an idiot” i mutter “you’re a an idiot” he mimics my voice making extremely offensive hand gestures. i throw a napkin at him and roll my eyes at him before sticking my tongue out at him. mature i know
we talk for a little bit before the bell in the diner goes off my brother walking in looking rather guilty “s'cuse me” i mutter to jughead before slipping out of the booth and walk over to the service desk where archie stands
“sorry kid she hasn’t been in here tonight just these two-” “who” i ask catching the end of their conversation “uh betty” he confesses itching the back in his neck he walks past me and toward jughead
“archie what’s wrong with B?!” i ask annoyed but he ignores me asking jughead to sit before taking my place in the booth “earth to archie?!” i complain annoyed.
“what!” he snaps gazing at me
“Betty, where is she and what the hell happened at Cheryl’s”
“nothing!” he stammers looking to the both of us before looking back down at his hands “look ronnie and i- uh we kissed..” my jaw drops
“in front of here?!” i ask fuming “well not tech-”
“archie i swear to god-!” i yell anger pulsing through me
“yes!” he snaps yelling at me “i came here to apologise!” he tries to reason
i scoff “to who, to betty to me or to jug- because I’m pretty sure you owe us ALL an apology even damn ronnie needs one” i yell at my brother storming away from the booth before turning quickly on my heels and heading back to the boys.
archie flinches as i reach over the booth and give jughead a hug “night jug sorry again ill see you tomorrow- ive got to find Betty” he nods understandingly “to be continued?” i nod and turn around walking out of the diner and directly to the coopers residence
i sneak up into Bettys room and knock twice waiting patiently for her to open the window, within a minute the lights inside her room turn on and the click of her window unlocking as she pulls it up with ease “(y/n)?” she says surprised
“what the hell did that stupid ginger haired brother of mine do this time” she sniffles and i hold my arms outstretched and she rushes into them crying softly into my shoulder
“the kissed in the closet for seven minutes in heaven- she knew & so did he but they did it anyway” she wipes her eyes before siting on the edge of her bed “boys are stupid” i tell her placing my hand on her shoulder
“i don’t get why he doesn’t like me (y/n) what’s wrong with me i just-” she chokes on her words wiping her wet cheeks with her fingers.
“he loves you i know that just not in the way you want him to- but you know what sometimes they’re better of being friends then anything more” i try and comfort her letting her rest her head on me.
her phone vibrates and she sighs when she reads it “its arch-” she croaks “he’s outside” i give her shoulders a squeeze.
“you don’t have to see him if you don’t feel up to it, i can tell him you just want to be alone” she shakes her head “it’s okay” she gives me a weak smile before we both stand from her bed and walk downstairs
she pauses and turns around staring at me looking puzzled “what?” i ask “is that jughead as jacket?” i look down at the fabric and smile shyly “yeah i was at pops and it was cold so juggie leant it to me”
she raises her brows at me “jesus just open the door”!
she opens the front door to reveal my brother standing further down the drive way “ill be right here” i tell her giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before she walks down to meet him talking in hushed whispers before Betty turns around and rushes to me crying even more than before
i run my hands over her hair trying to soothe her as i catch my brothers guilty expression “call me if you need anything okay B?” she nods wiping her tears and mumbling a thank you before disappearing into her house
i walk past my brother and over to our house “i can’t believe you” i mutter slamming the front door in his face.
“c'mon (y/n) you can’t be mad at me okay” “watch me” i yell back stomping up the stairs
“why do you even care!” he retorts clearly annoyed “she’s my best friend arch what the hell is that supposed to mean!”
“hey hey what’s going on here, arch (y/n/n)?” “nothing dad just the same ole jerk archie, night”
i shut my door with some extra force due to the anger coursing through my body “i can’t believe him”
“are you still mad?”
i stay seated in the passenger seat of my brothers truck, ive been giving him the silent treatment all morning and we’ve finally arrived at school & i was certainly in no mood for bullshit today
“look arch- i am still mad okay your my brother and she’s my best friend i hate having to pick corners it’s not fair- what you and veronica did was wrong okay? but i stand by you because your my brother but that doesn’t mean that i ive forgiven you for what you did”
he nods staring blankly at me “i guess I’ll take it” I give him a single nod before getting out of the car and walking off to find betty i was definitely not in the mood to wait for my brother and face her with him.
i spot her leaning against her locker, “Betty!” i call out. She smiles when she see,s me she looks a lot better almost like last night never happened. i approach her giving her a small hug and a small squeeze on the shoulder
“your still wearing that?” she smirks at me. i glance down at juggies jacket “it’s warm, plus i can return it to him today” i finish closing my locker
“yeah okay whatever, oo i have something to pick up from the office wanna come with” i nod following the girl “how you feeling?” she shrugs “im over it” i nod >
we enter the office and i spot a huge vase of yellow flowers, “are they for betty?” i point and betty widens her eyes opening the car perched on top of the bouquet, my eyes widen even more “from v? as in-”
“veronica” the three of us say in unison, we turn to see Veronica standing in the door way holding a box “i also got you some cupcakes i flew them in from New York” i side eye Betty and furrow my brows giving her the ‘are you serious look’
i sit back and watch as veronica vows to never do anything like that again and beg for Betty’s forgiveness and as Betty is in fact Betty she stupidly forgives her and now they are back to best buds typical
“im actually surprised that you forgave her so easily, i would’ve made her grovel a bit” i tell her as i smell her flowers “yeah i know you would c'mon i have free period let’s go to the lounge”
“do you think if i act upset she’ll fly me in cupcakes too?” i joke earning a chuckle from Betty “atta girl” i wink at her as we exit the office. “you’re impossible” she jokes.
thats when we pass the familiar brunette standing a this locker his eyes already locked on me, we walk past him and i send him a shy smile “hey juggie” he’s cheeks tint and as he smiles stupidly at the ground “hey-” he mumbles a smile clear on his face
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You sat in your living room, clutching your phone tightly in your hand as you forced a tight smile on your face at the uninvited (and unwelcome) bartender and his companion, who were sitting right opposite you, a ground table separating you.
“Can I help you?” You finally asked, glancing at the clock. 12:06 AM.
“Yes, please y/n.” You turned around to look at him when you heard his voice. “You’re the only one who can help me.” He said, an unreadable expression on his face. His companion snickered softly before going completely silent again.
You narrowed your eyes. “Are you high?”
At your question, they let out a demonic laugh. One that made you very uncomfortable and sadly, confirmed your suspicion. They were definitely high.
“Of course we’re fucking high y/n. I’m the fucking bartender, what did you expect? I just want you to help me get off this high, you know?” He pouted and rolled his eyes to the back of his head to make some sort of a twisted point.
“I don’t think there is anything I can do to help you.” You said in a clearly displeased tone of voice. “I suggest you-“
“Didn’t you fucking hear me?” he interrupted you. “You’re the only one who can help me y/n! please, huh? Just tonig-“ He started coughing wildly before he could complete what he was going to say.
You frowned at his disorderly conduct. “Okay, just in case you didn’t fucking notice, I don’t work in a rehab.” You shot back.
“Watch your tongue, bitch.”
You were shocked to silence, your mouth slightly open in an effort to say something, only your mind was completely blank as you digested his words. He did not just…
“Excuse me?” You finally scoffed out of disbelief.
“You heard me. Watch your tongue before I choke you with my di-”
“ENOUGH!” You put your hand up, silencing him. It was at that moment you decided you wanted these men out of your house by hook or by crook. You were now vaguely aware of his intention of coming to you- with a friend- and this was getting really dangerous. You took a deep breath and casually put your phone in your pocket. “I think you need some water. Shall I get you some?” You asked him, getting up and walking to the kitchen before he could reply.
“Sure, doll. Get me some water.”
You tuned out their barbaric laugh as you started brainstorming about the possibilities. There was no way you could take on two grown men in a physical fight. Running out of the front door was too risky, they would catch up in no time. The only thing you could do was to try and stall time until help comes.
Until Jungkook comes.
You felt your eyes getting slightly wet with unshed tears as you silently cursed yourself.
If only you had listened to him and stayed the hell away from this guy.
You quickly took out your phone hiding behind the fridge to call Jungkook. Only, when you took it out, there were several missed calls and texts lined up from him already. You opened the latest text.
You let out a silent cry.
You had done just that. You had let these guys in. How stupid could you have been? Panic was slowly taking over your body but you reminded yourself that he was coming. You had to stall them till then, at the very least. You started typing a message to Jungkook to let him know what had happened.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Your hands froze on the screen as you felt him breath right behind your ear.
“I asked you something doll. What the fuck are you doing?” He breathed directly into your ear and you whimpered out of fear. He suddenly stepped away from you, snatching your phone as he began reading the messages in your phone.
“Ahh, it was that brat we bumped into huh? I was wondering where I’d seen that insolent shit before.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling on it harshly. You let out a painful grunt.
He pulled on your hair and dragged you out of the kitchen and into the living room where his friend was lighting a cigarette. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.
The bartender shrugged. “The bitch was calling up her boyfriend. She needs to be taught a lesson.”
He dragged you further and released you with a violent push on the sofa. You fell down with a thud, clutching your head in pain.
“You think we are scared of that brat?” The bartender scoffed as he lit up his own cigarette and took in a long drag, looking at you. “He is too full of himself. Who the fuck is he huh? Your boyfriend? Hah! Like that matters to me.” He spat out. “He could glare at me all day and I still wouldn’t give a shit. Let him come here. Let him see me take you right here in front of him.” He breathed out, smiling like a maniac.
Your eyes snapped open to look at him with all the anger you could muster. “Don’t you dare touch me, you fucktard. I swear to god I will cut your dick into fucking pieces if you come near me.” You said, your voice shaking with anger.
Shock passed over his face before fury completely took over and he picked you up by the front of your tee and brought his hand down hard on your cheek. You bit down on your lips to stop yourself from crying out. He let go of your tee, letting you take a step back before he slapped you again. Hard. You cried out this time, tasting metal. You knew that the side of your mouth was bleeding. You held your cheek as you fell down on your knees, disoriented.
“Shit! Who told you to talk back to me huh? Now look what you’ve done. Poor girl, you’re even bleeding…” He took a step forward but before anyone could process what was happening, a hand came on his neck and pushed him back into the wall.
It was Jungkook. His eyes were red with rage. He was breathing heavily and the muscles of his arms were expanding and contracting as his hand tightened around the man’s neck.
You looked through the corner of your eye as the man’s companion (who hid in the kitchen) took out a kitchen knife and slowly started making his way towards Jungkook.
Oh hell no.
You mustered whatever strength you had and crawled closer to the man, who surprisingly didn’t take any notice of you, and lay flat on your back breathing deeply once and then twice before lifting your leg and kicking him hard in the nuts. His face contorted with pain as he dropped the knife and fell beside you. You took that moment to take the knife in your hand, turn it around and hit his head hard with the blunt end. The man grunted as the pain hit him and passed out within minutes. You looked up to see Jungkook still choking the bartender without having moved in inch. You tried to get up but the pain hit you again, with greater intensity this time and you could only croak out a little, “Jungkook..”
As soon as he heard your voice, he let the man go who fell to the ground with a thud, his body limp.
Jungkook ran to you and took you in his arms as you closed your eyes, your head still disoriented, but hugged him as close as you could. Within seconds, you could feel your hair getting wet as Jungkook started shaking with sobs, all the while apologising to you.
“He hit you…he hit you. I am so sorry I left you alone y/n…”
Your own tears threatened to spill but you held back and brought your hand up and down his back to soothe him down.
“Thank you for coming to me, Jungkook. Thank you for saving my life.”
Jungkook pulled away, shaking his head. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking to his face from all the sweat and at that moment you thought that he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.
Before you could open your mouth to say something, your front door burst open and two police officers ran in, one of which you knew very well.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jeon Jungkook! Did you kill him?” Namjoon bent on one knee as he hurried to check the man’s pulse before he sighed in relief. “Shit, he’s alive.”
Jungkook frowned beside you as he held you closer. “He is?”
You let out a small laugh and slapped his chest lightly before moving out of his arms and getting up. Jungkook got up too as Namjoon came towards you. He looked at you state and gasped.
“He hit you?!” Namjoon asked you incredulously.
You shrugged. “Yeah well, I told him I’d cut off his dick if he came near me so he went all maniac shit on me.”
Namjoon gulped. “Right. What about this one?” He pointed to the companion.
“Oh yeah, that one I actually hit in the nuts.”
Jungkook scoffed as he hugged you from behind, “Serves him right.”
Namjoon chuckled nervously. “Right. I don’t think my help is required anymore. I’ll take these guys to the hospital and then to the station.” He pointed towards you. “You will also come to the hospital right away, y/n.”
You fake saluted him, “Yessir.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes as he turned around to signal his partner to pick the other guy up. As he bent forward to pick the bartender up , you could see the look in his eyes change. “How dare you fucking hit a woman, you sick bastard? I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He said as he picked him up and took him out of your house to his car.
Jungkook held your hand. “Let’s go, Namjoon-hyung will give me us lift to the hospital.”
You nodded. “You can let go of my hand now baby, I’m okay.” You reassured him.
He shook his head as he held on tighter.
Okay so major bt- I wrote this thrice in word and lost it thrice because my mac was being a bitch and hanging every 5 seconds.
YOOOO I haven’t written anything in a long time and I’ve been wanting to write again and I’ve fallen into the Hamilton abyss so here we are. also have you guys ever listened to taylor the latte boy bc I recommend it. I’m accepting prompts/requests!!
title: hercules the latte boy fandom: hamilton pairing: hercules mulligan/reader rating: t
Don’t be that person who walks into a coffee shop two minutes before close. (Or do, if the barista’s hella cute.)
Me being dragged through the last half of this episode:
Do you ever just want to take back 41 minutes of your life?
Lmao why did Peter do that little half-jog to
run over and push Malia towards Lydia? Like?? Why couldn’t she move on her own,
it’s just her arm that’s hurt? No reason she should be immobile? And I know she pushed Lydia out of the way, but in
the last shot, Lydia was still right next to her? And what was the point, even?
Like Lydia can do shit to protect her?
And Peter just roundhouse kicked a ghost riders
and now suddenly it does have a corporeal form. What the fuck.
Did he just put a ghost rider into a headlock?
And now he’s yelling for Malia to go. Jesus
fucking Christ. And only after that do Malia and Lydia think to move? K haha.
Who fucking choreographed this scene? I want a name.
Twice in one episode. That makes how many times this season? Are we supposed to be impressed with Shelley’s weird whine/grunt coupled with Facial Expression #2 of 2?
And Lydia kept running. Ah, so this was all a
ploy to set stydia up and get Malia out of the way. Go figure.
And Lydia definitely just sensed something. I’m
gonna need some hard rules on how this banshee thing is supposed to work
because they literally just make up her abilities as they go and they change it like every other episode.
And now Scott is trapped between the ghost
riders. So he can’t be with Stiles. Boy, they’ve had to go some lengths to
separate the characters just so Stiles and Lydia can be alone. You’d think they
would realize that if you have to force a moment so hard, maybe it doesn’t fit,
but apparently not…
Posey has some real wild arm movements when he runs
haha. That right arm looked like it was trying to fly off his body just to escape this scene. I don’t blame it.
Man, they don’t even try to be subtle with shoving
Mason into Stiles’ role haha.
Y’know, I’d rather be watching
the forced stydia and the utter lack of romantic chemistry between Holland and Dylan than watching any of these three
Oh my god:
What the fuck are you even doing,
Why does Stiles keep ending up in the locker room? Like, I get that they’re being spit out other places, but why does he keep ending up in the same one? Unless he’s just trying to use the same door over and over again like a moron, this doesn’t make sense. And I cannot be the only one thinking of that episode of Spongebob where they keep trying to jump off the Dutchman’s ship and it doesn’t work?
How do we always end up here?
…did…did he just walk into the barrel of that
And Lydia magically saves him.
And if she has this power, why not whip it out, say, 2 minutes ago when
her, Malia, and Peter were being attacked?
Holland is always doing this thing with her lip:
And it just
fucking bothers me.
Here come the stydia.
“LYDIA: I didn’t say it back.”
Well, that happened a lot quicker than I
anticipated haha. There wasn’t even any build-up to that kiss? They just automatically slammed
their faces together and I can’t stop laughing
I feel ya:
I cannot be the only one finding this scene uncomfortable. The lack of romantic chemistry is actually making this physically hard to watch.
How am I supposed to even focus on this kiss and not the fact that Stiles just straight up tried to
die like 15 seconds ago??????? Like what is up with teen wolf and terrible romantic timing???? First
kiss: Lydia stops his panic attack. Second kiss: she saves him from literally WALKING INTO A GUN?????
This part was cute, though:
I am laughing so fucking hard at this Chris/Melissa
scene. Chris tells her to get back, he barely touches her
and she just
lmao where’d she go
Did he just shoot the ghost rider with his own
I suppose it was only a matter of time before
this season involved a full-on duel:
complete with spur sounds, music, and
twitchy trigger fingers and everything. Teen Wolf, you really don’t do shit by
halves do you haha
I mean, I knew it was coming because
it’s not like Teen Wolf was at all subtle in the way they forced these two together this
season, but yo…no. This is weird, isn’t it? I’m not the only one who thinks this is weird? Like her son was in love
with his daughter? His dead daughter? Has Allison even been mentioned this
“CHRIS: What was the for?” “MELISSA: That was so hot.”
I feel like I’m watching my parents make-out.
“SCOTT: Step back from the diverter - or I’ll make you
step back.” How did Posey say that with a straight fucking face
“NAZI: Now that’s a German way of doing things.” Who wrote that haha.
“NAZI: You would have made an excellent nazi youth.”
How to Destroy Your Main Character in 10 Words or Less: A Lesson Brought to you by Teen Wolf
I had to pause the fucking episode. I can’t believe they actually said that.
Wow, I feel like we haven’t seen Scott shift
fully in a long time. When was the last time?
If there are so many ghost riders, why was there
always only 1 to 3 when they did something important? Like every time they went up against the pack, suddenly only a couple of them existed?
Oh my god, so now Stiles is hearing his mom’s voice?
Teen Wolf really does love their fanfiction, huh? I swear they just went on ao3, found the most prevalent tropes, and attempted to cram them all into ten episodes.
Oh, they’re actually showing Claudia. Why? Gotta show off
that A+ casting haha?
What the fuck?
They really can’t leave well
enough alone, can they?
Bro, the acting level between these four…
So, wait, Corey is cognizant enough to tell them
to save everyone, but seemed totally mindless while on the PA sytem?
Even in the face of insurmountable odds. I don’t know if it’s suicide or
stupidity.” “SCOTT: Maybe both.” Is this episode going to end with a sciles suicide
pact? What is happening
“NAZI: You of all people, Scott, should know what
happens to a lone wolf.” And a wild Theo appears
I have so many questions:
Is this really the
time for Theo’s redemption arc? Really?
How did Theo find him? Did he see
him at the school and follow him? Like, was he just hanging out on that balcony
this whole time, waiting for Scott to stroll on by lmao?
How long was Theo there before he piped up? Was
he just hiding behind a tree whispering to himself like, ‘not yet, Theo, not
yet. You need to wait for the appropriate dramatic moment to jump in here. Wait
for it…wait for it…lone wolf?…THUNDERCATS GO!”
Lone wolf? That term has
never meant a wolf that happens to be alone, it meant a wolf without a pack and
that’s not Scott.
How would Scott know what happens to
lone wolves? I mean, he saw one get bisected early on in the series, but he was
never an omega? He was never really close with omegas? Unless they’re taking about his semi-packless state in part of 5a?
Even if we consider that brief time in 5a as some huge less in being a lone wolf, how would lion nazi fuck know anything
Nazi knows the rest of the pack, doesn’t he? Like, he
knows Corey, Hayden, Mason, and Liam at the very least? He presumably knows they are Scott’s pack?
“MALIA: And Theo’s not in it. But I am.”
She is forever showing up just when I don’t think a scene can possibly get any dumber.
And, again, I have so many problems with this:
If I didn’t understand how Theo found Scott, I really don’t understand how Malia did?
Is this implying she defeated the ghost riders in the library? How? Why is she alone stronger than like an entire pack?
Shelley really doesn’t understand
inflection, does she? I have never heard a line delivered in such a deadpanned manner when it….wasn’t supposed
to be…And why does she literally have 1 facial expression? Looks like we’re playing ‘Guess That Emotion’ round #374894 with her.
Can Scott never get a moment to shine that isn’t handed over to fucking ?alia?
He’s the goddamn alpha, why do they always make him useless just to boost her
up? Like it is the last season, let the titular character have a fucking moment
to himself and stop forcing her mary sue ass in everywhere? Why are they still trying so hard to make her special? Unless they’re angling for a spin-off or they’re writing him off the show and
keeping her around.
Most importantly, where the fuck did she get this hideous coat and how the fuck did she have the time?
The only way this scene could get worse is if Peter shows up.
“PETER: I’m not in the pack, but no one likes a nazi.” How
in the everloving fuck is that a line that made it onto the screen
“NAZI: There are too many of us and too few of you.”
Please, do not bring the rest of the pack into this fight scene. I cannot
What is this show doing:
Having Stiles have to
pry Lydia from his undead not-mother’s chokehold? What the fuck? And I love
that this show is so hellbent of forcing stydia that even a moment with such
potential for drama and Stilinski family angst gets reduced to utter ridiculousness.
Every fucking time I convince myself that this show cannot possibly make Malia any fucking worse than she already is, they go and pull this shit:
Oh and way to halt this scene for a glamour shot of Shelley
How is this episode still fucking going? I feel like I’ve been watching it hours.
Oh my good fucking god:
this little shift in the tracks might
be the most anticlimactic thing this show has ever done.
And…like…where is the train going? 40 miles
east? Did they just fuck the next town over? Are they even gonna touch on this?
“MALIA: You missed your train.”
How long has Claudia been choking him haha? How is he still alive?
Ah sheriff did show up! Maybe we will actually be getting a touching family moment.
…nope. Lydia saves the
day instead. Because god fucking forbid this one moment is not about stydia.
Also, Lydia’s “fire again” comment?
What the fuck was up with Holland’s delivery?
And the whole building starts shaking and sheriff just puts his arm around Lydia. Never mind his kid that’s four feet away.
Bruh, I don’t even speak german and I know this
dude’s fucking it up haha.
That was even dumber than I thought
it was going to be.
Literally me as I watch watch each passing scene:
Yep, me too lmao:
And time for another segment of ‘Mason is suddenly a genius
because we could no longer afford Dylan O’Brien’
I think what drives me so crazy about this is
that Stiles was always treated like an idiot or like he was crazy or paranoid,
but Mason is the exact same way (except how he acquired any of the knowledge is never explained and completely illogical, but whatever) and he’s
actually getting recognized as smart? Like he’s actually getting the credit and respect that you would have thought Stiles would have received by this point but never did?
I was wandering when the Toyota ad would happen:
And it’s a 3-in-1 this time. Oh boy.
Sometimes little things just make me really hate this show.
Uh-oh we just hit the 5-minute countdown mark.
“Have a great summer, everyone.” How the fuck is
it summer? Did a time-jump just happen without being acknowledged? Did they fuck up their timeline again? Have the writers been out of high school for so many years that they don’t realize a semester isn’t only 3 months long?
Oh my good motherfucking god:
This outfit is a fucking mess:
She already wore that damn shirt this season. Only 6 episodes ago. You really can’t afford another shirt, Teen Wolf?
I really want the name of the person over there in the wardrobe department who is singlehandedly trying to bring back denim jackets and vests. Let it die.
If I ever see those ugly-ass camouflage distressed American flag shorts again, it will be much too soon. Why does she live in these? How many times have we seen them just this season? If you’re going to insist on putting her in these ridiculous shorts, maybe invest in a few more pairs?
If it’s cold enough to be layering two jackets, why the fuck is she in those tiny shorts?
Why is that denim jacket sleeve rolled up to reveal that striped hoodie sleeve? What kind of look is that?
And these colors? Pinkish shirt under red striped hoodie under denim vest over green camouflage shorts with black boots? @whoever made this choice:
I mean, this is quite possibly her worst look yet and that is really saying something considering there has been no end of terrible looks for her.
And Teen Wolf, don’t you dare for one second fucking think that you got away with giving Malia another one of Stiles’ jackets:
One more question: who in the fuck thought Shelley sitting like this:
was okay? I mean, if the goal of this scene was to get a vulgar crotch-shot that made her thighs like huge and gave her a cameltoe, then mission success.
“STILES: It feels so anticlimactic.” – Could not have phrased it better myself, Teen Wolf.
“MALIA: I’ve gotta go to summer school or I can’t do the
whole graduation thing.”
They couldn’t just leave her ass out of this one
And good luck to those fuckers watching 6b
because y’all know that’s how they’re keeping her ass around lmao
Those shorts are so not dresscode:
And she so has a wedgie in this scene lmao.
Yeah, buddy, me too:
Me. Fucking. Too.
“SCOTT: It kinda feels like nothing really changed.” Except now:
Way to stay completely noncommittal right to the bitter end, Teen Wolf.
I almost feel bad for the shippers who legitimately thought they were going to get some magical stydia ending, but:
And time for the official passing of the torch scene (take number like 5 because I swear to fucking god they’ve been doing a version of this every goddamn finale since season 4).
“STILES: The most important thing you can remember is that Mason is always gonna be the one who’s there to save your ass all the time.”
will never understand why Teen Wolf seems to think it’s a good thing that Liam
and Mason are literally ripoffs of Scott and Stiles? Like? Why are they proud of the fact that they are incapable of creating unique characters so they have to settle for shitty carbon copies of the original characters?
And he gave Mason his bat.
Did…did Stiles just fucking give Roscoe to Scott?
DC? What the fuck is in DC?
And Lydia is starting MIT as a junior…Teen Wolf, that might have made sense before you repeatedly SHOVED HER ASS INTO THE SAME MATH CLASS AS MALIA STOPPED-GOING-TOO-SCHOOL-IN-THE-FOURTH-FUCKING-GRADE TATE
And Scott’s going to UC Davis. How close is that to Beacon Hills?
Is 6b going to take place over the summer? So, Scott, Malia, Lydia, and the 2.0s are around? Because why would Stiles be the only one who had to leave right when the school year ends? Or is it going to be during the school year and Lydia and Scott are still inexplicably there but Stiles isn’t?
FBI? Stiles is going fed? And I like how McCall wasn’t
mentioned for like 3 seasons just to randomly be brought up now as if this makes any sort of sense.
I get that this is supposed to be some emotional
moment where Stiles gives the jeep to Scott, but I am just confused:
Isn’t he still gonna need a car in
Lydia’s the one driving him? How about his
fucking father? Or his best friend? Nope, gotta keep the vague and noncommittal stydia bullshit up to
the last second.
It doesn’t seem in character for him to give
this away and it’s obvious they’re only doing it as an excuse to have the damn
thing in 6b so it’s kinda just pissing me off.
I feel like Stiles has already given so much to Scott. We’ve already seen Stiles sacrifice a lot and this moment would have been more powerful if Scott was the one doing
the giving this time around.
And if Stiles drives off in a Toyota, I swear to fucking god…
I know this key bit is supposed to be funny,
but again I’m too distracted to laugh:
A key to Scott’s house? Yeah, that one is a nice call
back. I’ll give them that one.
The key to Scott’s room? Why does Scott have a lock that take a key on his door? Also, no he doesn’t. He does, though, inexplicably have a slidelock as of season 5.
The master key to the school? As if this school isn’t
perpetually unlocked haha? And we’ve really only seen them have to unlock anything in the school like once and it was when Stiles unlocked them chem room during 3b and realized he put
the hit out on Kira. And it was this whole big plot about him not knowing where the key came from? Remember that, Teen Wolf?
And key to sheriff station? They used cards, not physical keys. Again, that was a pretty important part of an episode in 3b.
Lastly, if Scott is leaving too, why is he the one being
given the keys?
“STILES: I need you. You know that.” “SCOTT: I need you too.”
My sciles heart is a sucker for this shit, but there have been a
lot of times now where Stiles has expressed this sort of sentiment to Scott. We got that whole speech in 3x06 about Stiles needing Scott. It might
have been nice to see the roles reversed this time? Why can’t Scott ever be the emotional instigator?
“RADIO: You’re telling me there’s a body in the woods?” Okay, fine, that’s actually funny. It’s entirely too coincidental, but I’ll let it slide
because I like it haha
…that’s it? No send off with the sheriff? We got a fucking scene of Stiles weirdly telling the new fucks he loves them, but NOTHING WITH HIS OWN GODDAMN FATHER?
I just…is that seriously how they’re ending this?
wait..wait a second..
WHO THE FUCK IS IN THE BACK OF THE JEEP:
GODDAMN IT, TEEN WOLF:
Did Jeff Davis need a cameo that badly?
Y’know, in a tragic sense, I am kind of impressed: they managed to fuck up in the actual last second