otp: it puts a smile on your face when you see someone like that

bitty dates anonther falconer au
  • so the graduation kiss doesn’t happen
  • and bitty tries to move on and jack goes onto join the falconers
  • and there’s some falcs family get-together early on in the pre-season and bob and alicia can’t make it for Reasons
  • so jack invites his other family
  • which – is sort of a terrible idea bc Tater’s flying solo so he adopts Ransom and Holster and shenanigans happen immediately
  • (think Tater and Bitty doing lifts on the ice but with ransom and holster and alcohol)
  • and shitty’s hanging all over jack because they haven’t seen each other in weeks and he introduces himself to everyone as jack’s brother – “but not like a lame- ass biological brother, a brother of the heart” – and lardo’s somehow got all these falcs rookies following her around like little ducklings
  • so bits is kind of off by himself, hovering near the refreshments to monitor which pies are most popular
  • (he might be distancing himself from jack on purpose. he might be trying to move on. it might be really hard.)

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I Give Up - part 28 FINAL (A Baekhyun Series)

“The pictures are out.”

Those four words held so much power. You felt a definite tremor inside your chest as you watched Baekhyun’s face closely. He had looked up into your eyes when he said it and his hand gripped his phone. It jumped around as he waited for something to load, staring down at the small screen with his eyes darting around and his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.

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we may be hollow, but we’re brave

Summary: Even had insisted they spend the night before their wedding apart, because he’s dramatic as fuck, but he ends up calling Isak anyway. Isak doesn’t even try to hide how endeared he is.

Words: 1,248

Isak groans as he adjusts the pillow under his head for the thirtieth time that night. It’s the first time in weeks he’s had to fall asleep without Even, and it’s fucking with him bad. Once upon a time, he thought he’d outgrow this urgent need to have Even next to him, touching him, just being with him always. But after a year together, he feels the exact same desperate ache for Even as he had when they first met—when real love, the kind that comes naturally with Even, still felt like a fleeting fantasy. He’s more or less accepted that forever is in his grasp now, but being without him when Isak could so easily drive over to Even’s parents’ place and crawl into his bed, still feels like the worst kind of self-inflicted torture.

He’d whined to Jonas about it for a good two hours earlier, until Jonas had threatened to hand over best man duties to Magnus instead. Isak had been scared enough to shut the fuck up, but not he’d just pouted silently instead. “I can’t wait until Even marries you, this whole engagement has brought out the clingiest, sappiest parts of both of you,” Jonas had complained.

“Do you really think that it’ll get better after we get married?”

Jonas considered this for a moment, before burying his head in his hands. “Fuck, it’ll be even worse.”

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 SO LIKE BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING LONG AND I WOULD APOLOGISE BUT MY OTP IS ONLY GETTING MARRIED ONCE SO FUCK IT RIGHT?

OK FIRST OF ALL HELLA TRANSITION AND SECOND OF ALL I LOVE WHAT HE’S WEARING AND THIRD OF ALL HE WORE THE FUCKING EARRING OF MY DEMISE I HATE HIM

AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EYES AND HIS STUPID PERFECT JAWLINE AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EVERYTHING

GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT WE GET TO SEE THIS RELATIONSHIP AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. STEP FATHER AND BEST MAN LIKE SO MANY FUCKING TEARS ALREADY

YOU KNOW HE’S SEEN HER. LOOK AT HIS DAMNED FACE. AND SHE’S FUCKING STUNNNINGGGG IN HER DRESS SO I DON’T BLAME HIM AT ALL FOR THIS REACTION LOL

AND THEN FUCKING LOOK AT THIS RIGHT? SNOW IS TAKING DEEP BREATHS, CHARMING IS JUST HAPPY AF AND EMMA FUCKING SWAN IS LOOKING AT KILLIAN JONES AND SHE CAN’T TAKE HER EYES OFF HIM

ANYMORE THAN HE CAN TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER

LOOK AT THIS LOVE DAMNIT I CANNOT BELIEVE WE’RE GETTING TO SEE THIS FUCK

LOOK AT THIS DUMB LITTLE FAMILY AND HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. I LOVE THAT THEY’RE BOTH WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE AND BOTH HOLDING HER AS SHE GOES AND I’M JUST SO DAMN HAPPY

LOOK AT THIS. FUCKING WHAT IS THIS WITH THE SMILING AND THE KISSING THE CHEEKS

WHAT IS THIS WHO AUTHORISED THIS? TAKE IT AWAY IMMEDIATELY

AND THIS FUCKING HANDSHAKE?! REMEMBER WHEN HE WAS ALL YOU CAN’T EVER DATE MY DAUGHTER EVERRRRR EVER EVER EVER AND NOW FUCKING LOOK. THEY’RE BROS. SUCH BROS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS HOW MANY EMOTIONS I HAVE RN

OMFG LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS THAT HE’S GOT HER HAND IN HIS. THAT DAMN SMILE THAT WON’T QUIT

AND OK WHEN ARCHIE SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD RECITE THEIR VOWS KILLIAN LOOKS AT WHO I’M ASSUMING IS CHARMING OR HENRY, OR PERHAPS THE WHOLE FAMILY, JUST GIVING THEM A SMILE AND IT KILLS ME BECAUSE NOT ONLY DID EMMA SWAN FIND A FAMILY, KILLIAN JONES DID TOOOO

LOOK AT THEM DAMNIT, LOOK AT HOW FUCKING HAPPY ARE OMFGGG

AND THE VOWS, THE DAMNED FUCKING VOWS OMFG THE WAY HE FUCKING LOOKS AT HER

AND THE WAY SHE FUCKING LOOKS AT HIM

AND THE FUCKING AWE IN HIS FACE WHEN HE’S LIKE YOU TAUGHT ME THAT A HEART FULL OF LOVE WAS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY TREASURE LIKE HE NEVER THOUGHT IN HIS WILDEST DREAMS THAT THIS COULD EVER FUCKING HAPPEN FOR HIM

AND NOW THAT HE HAS IT, HE WILL NEVER FUCKING LET IT GO AND I AM DEAD AND GONE, A SPIRIT IS TYPING THIS RN

AND FUCK LOOK AT HIM TELLING HER HIS HEART IS HERS

LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE OMG I AM SO EMOTIONAL *THROWS THINGS* *THROWS ALLL THE FUCKING THINGS*

I AM GONNA THROW MY COUCH AT SOMEONE NOW BECAUSE DID YOU HEAR HOW SHE SAYS KILLIAN? ALL SOFT AND TENDER AND LIKE SHE LOVES HIM.

AND OMG HENRY FOUND HER AND THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HENRY TOO. THERE’S JUST SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS ROOM THAT I AM IN PAIN AND FUCKING LOOK AT THE SOFT WAY THAT KILLIAN LOOKS AT HENRY TOO LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

AND HENRY GOD HENRYYY I AM SO PROUD OF HIM AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE JUST BELIEVED AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE ALL COME FUCK ME

AND SHE FOUND THE REST OF HER FAMILY TOO BECAUSE OF HENRY

AND THEY’RE HERE ON HER FUCKING WEDDING DAY TO HER FUCKING TRUE LOVE OMFG I AM OVERWHELMED

AND SHE LOOKS AT HIM RIGHT AND SHE’S TELLING HIM THESE THINGS ABOUT TRUE LOVE AND FAMILIES

AND FUCK ME IF KILLIAN JONES ISN’T COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IN AWE OF THE WOMAN IN FRONT OF HIM. I AM OF THE OPINION THAT KILLIAN JONES THINKS THAT EMMA SWAN IS MAGIC AND HE IS BESOTTED WITH HER ANEW EVERY SECOND THAT HE LOOKS AT HER

AND THIS MOMENT AND EMMA’S VOWS AND OMFG JUST BECAUSE YOU LEARN THAT YOU COME FROM TRUE LOVE DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU WILL FIND IT

AND YET HERE HE IS AND HERE SHE IS AND IT TOOK CENTURIES AND CURSES AND ADVENTURES THROUGH TIME AND REALMS AND FUCKING

NOW THEY STAND HERE AND SHE SMILES AT HIM THIS WAY 

AND HE SMILES BACK AND THEY HAVE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THEM YOU KNOW? ALL YOU EVER REALLY WANT IS FOR SOMEONE TO KNOW YOU, TO SEE YOU, TO KNOW YOUR STRENGTHS AND YOUR WEAKNESSES, YOUR FAILURES, YOUR SUCCESSES AND TO LOVE YOU ANYWAY. 

AND THEY HAVE THAT AND THEY’RE PROMISING TO NEVER LEAVE

AND GODDDDAMN EVERYTHING HELLLLP BECAUSE HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK MY EMOTIONS ARE SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WITH MYSELF I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH

AND OK SHE’S PUTTING THE DAMN RING ON AND HE CAN’T STOP STARING AT HER. LIKE HE JUST KEEPS LOOKING AT HER AND SHE IS FUCKING STUNNING, I DON’T BLAME HIM

HANDSSS HANDS ARE THE REASON FOR MY BEING A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

HANDS AND THE WAY THEY’RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

AND THE WAY HE SAYS I DO, HIS EYES UNWAVERING FROM HERS

AND THE WAY SHE DOES THE FUCKING SAME *SLAMS KEYBOARD* WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NONSENSE

LOOK AT THIS SMILE, IT WON’T FUCKING STOP LIKE OMFGGGGGG 

ARCHIE IS ME HERE. HE GETS ME. HE TOO IS MARVELLING AT THE PERFECTION THAT IS THE JOY OF CAPTAIN SWAN.

HUSBAND. AND. WIFE. THE. FUCK. WHAT. HOW. I. CANNOT. BELIEVE

THIS FUCKING PERFECTION I CANNOT DAMN BELIEVE DAMN FUCK

AND I THOUGHT I HAD DIED ENOUGH BUT NO, THERE WAS A FUCKING DIP, HIS HAND CLEAR FUCKING AROUND HER WAIST AND COMING BACK AROUND AND THEN FUCKING

YOU GOT YOUR HAPPY ENDING SWAN LIKE KILLIAN FUCKING JONES AND FUCKING EARRING

AND THEN OK, LEAVING ALONE THE DEVASTATING SMILES AND THE CONTENTMENT RADIATING OFF THEM

AND THE ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND THE FUCKING FUCKING EARRING

LEAVING ALONE ALL THIS, YOU HIT ME WITH A HAPPY BEGINNING?! THIS IS UNFAIR AND I AM IN TEARS AND I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS

*FALLS OVER*

someone gimme a hug pls

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2



It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

hold it against me (Pidge/Lance)

notes: just a silly little thing based on this post“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard”

I’m in a plance + mini-fic mood, so send me a prompt from my AU tag (or one of your own!) and I’ll see what I can whip up over the weekend! :)


Okay, so, like.  This was not a part of The Plan.  “The Plan” being to not be sitting in the back of a cop car at 10 PM on a Friday night, on account of trespassing.  Lance has had better ideas, probably.  Definitely.  Hindsight is 20/20, and all that.

Officer Holt seems nice enough, at least.  Granted, this is a judgment made mostly based on music taste, as Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart” is playing on the radio, and Lance figures that anyone who subconsciously bobs his head to “Turn around, bright eyes,” has to have a heart.

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we are the reckless, we are the wild youth

[From my own prompt here @ omgcppromptsplease]

Jack tried to remind himself that couldn’t make it to playoffs if he murdered half his line.

He’d been asleep when the call came. “Brah,” Shitty had slurred, too loud and staticky in Jack’s ear. “Jack, we need you to bring us clothes.”

“Why?” Jack had asked. If this was another case of Shitty stripping down and forgetting where he’d put his pants, then Jack was hanging up and letting him deal with it alone. “Who’s we?”

“The boys,” Shitty said, as if that meant something. “You know, like me and Rans and Holtzy and Bits.”

It was the mention of Bittle that made Jack sit up straight. “Why do you all need clothes?”

“Because we went skinny dipping,” Shitty said, as if that were obvious. “And the Chads stole our clothes while we were in the water.”

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They’ll all come to see you for what you are

A Jonerys fic

Arrival at Winterfell…

He closed and bolted the heavy door behind them.

“So…that went well I thought.”

With the tiniest roll of her eyes, she turned her back on him, refusing to let him see how upset she was.

“They hate me, Jon. Your family hates me.”

“No, they don’t hate you, they just don’t know you. They don’t trust you. But they will, just give them time. After all, I felt the same way a few months ago, as did you.”

Daenerys spun back around, her hands clasped to avoid wringing them. “Fine, Arya may not hate me, and Bran…is a little hard to read. But the same cannot be said for the Lady of Winterfell. There’s no mistaking her.”

Jon opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it when he saw her daring arched eyebrow and realised there was probably some truth to what she said. So he tried a different route. “If it makes you feel any better, she hasn’t liked me much most of our lives either. I think she’s always loved me in her own way, but she’s never really liked me. Probably has something to do with her mother.” He looked at the floor, memories of the dearly departed Catelyn Stark flittering through his head, none of them pleasant.

She stepped towards him carefully, lately it felt like every move between them had to be thought and re-thought a dozen times before acted on lest one makes a move the other isn’t ready to reciprocate. But at that moment she didn’t care, they hadn’t spoken much on the subject, but Dany knew his father’s wife was a sore spot for him. After all, she had no great love for those who made her feel like an outsider in her own home either. She placed a small, delicate hand on his callused ones.

Jon looked up and met her eyes, she didn’t speak any words of comfort, nor did he need them, her touch was enough, the gentle smile on her face was enough. He shook his head slightly as if shaking off the reverie and let a playful grin begin to form on his face.

“Besides,” he began to say with a glint in his coal-stone eyes. “There’s only one opinion that really matters to me and he seemed to take to you quite nicely.”

Dany cocked her head to the side and furrowed her thick brows in confusion, then broke out into a bemused smile when realisation hit her.

“Are you talking about Ghost?”

Jon didn’t say anything, he just bit his lip slightly like a cheeky schoolboy making a joke. She loved this side of him, it surfaced so rarely, usually buried under layers of brooding, but when it did it made her heart glow.

“I’ll admit, the fact that he didn’t immediately try to bite my arm off was more of a relief than it should have been.” Dany walked towards the fire in the corner of the room, it had been hours since it was lit and was now barely burning. “‘The Dragon Queen’…bested by a little wolf.”

His eyebrows shot up. “‘Little wolf’?”

The tiniest giggle escaped her lips, reminding Jon how young she truly was at heart, there weren’t many moments like this. “You know what I mean, the animals I deal with are usually –”

“Alright, fair enough. He’s no dragon. But in these parts, he is still considered quite formidable.” Dany could’ve sworn there was something in his voice that sounded offended, but he did a good job of covering it up.

“That he definitely is. A worthy adversary if he chose to be.” She nodded to herself absentmindedly, apparently it was enough to put him at ease.

He walked up behind her and they watched the flames together, dancing and circling each other.

“It wouldn’t hurt you at all, would it?”

The corner of her mouth perked up, she had been waiting a while for Jon to ask her about this, she was starting to wonder if he ever would.

“Not at all.”

“What does it feel like, Daenerys? To walk through fire?” He had been holding this back since the day they met, he’d only heard tales of her walking through flames unscathed, and of course there was the ‘Unburnt’ in her title, but he’d never actually addressed it with her. He just took her word for it.

“Like warmth.” Then, perceiving what that probably sounded like, she backtracked. “Not ‘fire’ kind of warmth, more like…what I’ve always imagined a mother’s smile feels like. A proud father’s hug. The love of a new-born child. It’s the safest feeling in the world. It won’t help you understand it, but it’s the same as when I’m on Drogon’s back, soaring through the skies. I feel invincible.”

They both took a deep breath in, gazing wistfully at the fire, anything to keep them from staring at each other longingly.

“It sounds incredible.”

Daenerys nodded slowly, sadly. “Almost makes up for the fact that I’ll never have anything to compare it to. A mother’s smile, a father’s hug,” her voice broke ever so slightly, “my child’s love.”

Without thinking, he took her hand, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb along her pale skin. Boundaries didn’t matter to him, not now, not when the woman he was so desperately in love with was hurting.

“You are the most loved woman I have ever met, My Queen. Trust me, I speak from a place of authority.” Jon, realising what he had just said, cleared his throat self-consciously.

She took a small step back until they were aligned and rested her head against his shoulder. And there they stood, not saying a word, watching the fire die out, relishing the seconds, the minutes, the hours, that they didn’t have to pretend to be stronger than they were.

First, I had no idea that the back of Seth’s Kingslayer shirt says “burn it down” but like woah is that a perfect tag line for Seth vs Triple H. it has such a connotation of just reckless destruction at any cost…

and now for some screaming about seth and dean…

SETH’S REACTION TO SEEING DEAN THO

HE LOOKED SO NERVOUS

(aka: ‘oh god are you here to fight me?’)

HE GETS HIMSELF ALL READY FOR THE INTERVIEW

(what a nervous trying-to-be-Good-but-not-sure-how-to-actually-do-that thing for him to do. aw sethhh)

And as soon as Seth is starting to feel like he maybe understands what’s going on and is trying to get ready for the situation, Dean zags on him and starts to have a friendly side convo about his Journalistic Ambitions.

(CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE ANXIOUS/*FOCUSED* WAY SETH LOOKS AT DEAN???????? and then he hears the actual words dean is saying and his reaction is just that “hmmmmmm” answer you give people when you don’t want to disagree with them but you also don’t want to lie?)

AND THIS. Seth’s UTTER WILLINGNESS TO GET DRAGGED ALONG WHEREVER DEAN’S BRAIN WANTS TO TAKE THIS CONVERSATION??? Seth is confused but still completely willing to dive into this discussion. Idk how to explain it. One of my favorite things about one of my best friends is the way i can come at her with a question out of nowhere with no explanation or backstory and instead of being like ‘where did that come from that’s not what we were talking about’ or anything like that she’ll just jump in. I think it shows how long Seth and Dean have been friends, and how used to Dean Seth really is.

For a moment they kind of fall back into their old pattern of Seth being the informed voice of reason (the wyatts wear SHEEP MASKS not camel or llama masks what are you talking about??)

Like with all Dean Ambrose things I can’t tell if this diversion from his main goal of interviewing Seth was him feeling friendly and at ease with Seth, or him making sure Seth feels off-balance

Dean referring to himself in the third person is silly but also seems like a deliberate choice to separate himself from a situation that he’s got to have a lot of feelings about. Seth is the only one Dean really interviews this episode. Because Seth is the only one Dean has real questions for. Framing it inside of this device makes it easier for him.

I think this question might also have a double meaning. Not just “do you think you can beat me” but “now that you’re a Reformed Man, will you still give me your all? will you fight me as hard as you can?”

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anonymous asked:

spideychelle prompsoal headcanons!

ahhh, hello! sorry it took me a while to write these ones. i fell asleep and also prom is such a funny thing. bUT. here are some headcanons :)

  • peter’s a bit worried about prom. not because it’s prom or because it’s supposed to be this huge high school thing that you remember for the rest of your lives.
  • that’s actually what he’s worried about
  • last time he went to a school dance? not the best experience. homecoming sophomore year was one of the worst days of his life. not only did he have to leave behind liz allan, the girl of his dreams who turned out to have a villain as a father, but he also had to fight said father and almost died while doing it.
  • he still wakes up some nights, screaming out as the building falling on top of him disappears. his screams turn to tears as he stares at the bottom of the top bunk bed and may comes in and holds him tight to her chest. it’s been over a year, but he still gets the nightmares.
  • so he’s not excited for junior prom. sue him.
  • ned’s been trying to convince him to go. the decathlon team is all planning on renting a party bus and heading over together. which, peter admits sounds fun. a part of him really wants to go. but he can’t shake this feeling that something will inevitably go wrong and his night will be ruined and the nightmares will never end.
  • and then mj asks him to prom. well, kind of.
  • it’s a boring wednesday during lunch, ned is still getting his food because he had to speak with mr. harrington after class. so it’s just peter and mj at the lunch table. (she sits across from them these days.)
  • “so, my parents have been asking me about who my date is for prom and i want them to stop, so can i just say it’s you?”
  • “what?”
  • mj groans, lifting her eyes from her book so she can roll them at peter. “my goodness, parker, for a genius you’re really dense. can you be my date to prom so my parents get off my back?”
  • and. he’s honestly stupefied. because: “wait, you’re actually going to prom?”
  • “yes, peter. i’m allowed to want to spend time with my friends, you know.”
  • “yeah, of course, i just-” he doesn’t actually know what he thought. she did go to homecoming for the last two years, so it makes sense she’d be going to junior prom. but then: “wait, is this how you’re asking me to junior prom?”
  • michelle’s cheeks tinge slightly more pink and she looks back at her book. “i told you, my parents-”
  • “i know what your parents want, but what do you want?” he doesn’t know why he asks that. mj is his friend. has been for the better part of a year. she joins he and ned on their snack breaks and movie nights and study dates. he doesn’t want her to be his date to prom. he’s not even planning on going to prom. but then
  • “i mean,” she coughs, keeping her eyes trained on her book. “i guess it would be fun to go with you.”
  • his face lights up and he smiles all bright and wide. “you want to go to prom with me!
  • “no, i don’t!”
  • “that’s literally what you just said!”
  • “shut up, parker. that’s not what i said.” and she slinks further into her seat and scrunches her eyebrows together and she’s putting her head even further into her book and she looks so adorable. and, oh. oh. he doesn’t expect the sudden quickening of his heart or the flush that rises to his cheeks. he doesn’t like mj that way. he doesn’t, he never, they’re just friends.
  • and then ned plops down into the seat next to him and peter can’t say anything further and michelle is leaving before he can answer her and he feels badly because she looks disappointed. but he doesn’t, he didn’t even think about the possibility that he could have feelings for her in that way until like five minutes ago when she asked him to prom.
  • so, when their last period of the day rolls around, he sits next to michelle and scratches out a small note, which he hands to her when their teacher starts talking about the mitochondrial dna.
  • i’d say yes if you asked me properly.
  • when she finally looks up at him, shocked, he smiles and whispers, “you have to at least buy me dinner first, mj.”
  • she shoves him lightly and then pays attention to their teacher drone on and on for the rest of the day. she seems to have a small smile on her face but she doesn’t say anything else on the matter.
  • peter wonders for a brief moment if he’s messed this up and she’s decides to just ask someone else. and he tells himself he shouldn’t be disappointed because he didn’t want to go to prom anyway. but that was before he knew mj wanted him to be her date.
  • but then at decathlon practice the next day, michelle is grilling him on russian history around wwi when suddenly she asks: “true or false. on may 8, 2019, michelle jones asked peter parker to the prom.”
  • and
  • is she for real?
  • he looks around at all his teammates, who all have their eyes trained on him. they seem to be excited, sitting on the edges of their seats. they also must surely see the blush on his cheeks.
  • “uh,” he manages to get out. “true.”
  • he hears her whisper, “oh god.” and then ned comes in (and wait, when did he leave?) and he’s carrying this big bouquet of red roses. but as ned gets closer, peter can see that there are a few white roses in the mix. and the white roses spell out the word “prom”.
  • ned hands the bouquet to michelle and she walks over to peter. she won’t meet his eye as she hands him to bouquet and opens her jacket to reveal a shirt with a “?” across the middle.
  • and, peter is shocked. it’s been one day. did she already have a shirt with a question mark on it? how did she get flowers so quickly? she told the whole decathlon team without him knowing? how did she arrange this?
  • and then, sensing his confusion, michelle sighs. “my dad is a florist. i’ve had this shirt for years. logistics aside, will you go to prom with me, you loser?”
  • peter stares at her for a few moments, dumbstruck. and then he nods his head, smile growing when he hears the decathlon team cheer. mj smiles. she smiles in a way that’s small and as if she can’t help it. like she’s tried keeping it off her face, but the joy is too powerful.
  • so peter stands up and he hugs her tightly. her arms slowly wrap around his torso and the team cheers even louder. he thinks he hears flash yell: “get a room, you dorks!” but peter doesn’t care because he’s pressed up against michelle and her hair smells nice and it feels good against his face.
  • “thanks for asking me properly.” he whispers, moving so his face is smushed even further into her hair.
  • “thanks for saying yes.” and at this peter pulls back, and michelle looks so…vulnerable. and peter wants her to know he’s not going to hurt her. that she is giving him a gift by letting her walls down with him and he won’t ruin that.
  • “for you, anything.” and michelle punches him in the shoulder and laughs, calling him a loser. but peter just smiles. because michelle jones has a crush on him and she got him flowers and he’s going to go to prom with her.
  • wait until he tells aunt may.

anonymous asked:

Could you elaborate on their first kiss (if ur not gonna write it in a different post?)

tbh, this ask is psychic. i was actually going to do it on a text post but like, i barely had enough time to do b&r, much less that. so like, you’re a fucking lifesaver, anon.

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  • at this point, neil hatford has changed about pretty much all of andrew’s rules apart from the jock thing. neil has made andrew:
    • bring someone home for something other than a group project
    • eat someone else’s cooking (not after the incident in first year)
    • have a crush on a jock
  • andrew’s reputation around the school counts for him being in the gsa (people think he’s there to mooch up on renee), having hospitalized that dude at the freshman mixer (which was actually aaron’s doing), taking unknown medication in the middle of the day (pain meds because he doesn’t wear his hearing aids to school), and being the MVP of the debate team (him and aaron are a roasting in a package deal, okay)
  • in all the weeks that came after andrew’s realization of his crush, neil has:
    • improved his grades 
    • been to at least two of the debate team’s events 
    • invited andrew to all of his games (”what makes you think i want to go there” “well it wouldn’t hurt to ask, wouldn’t it? it’s not like we have anything apart from tutoring on fridays”) 
    • stayed over to keep andrew company on more than one weekday (which only renee used to do)
    • once, neil even barged into a debate meeting to have a silent freak out about his A- on biology while andrew just looked on not-fondly 
      • aaron: that is bull
      • andrew: shut up, your girlfriend makes you look stupider than this
      • aaron: you may not know this but you just played yourself
  • andrew’s pretty much screwed the pooch, especially with how he gives neil Special Treatment, or so aaron calls it.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Could you please give us your two cents about how this 2CT is gonna go down with regards to Lizzy? Bc before when I thought there was only one Ciel I was 100% on board the ship. Now that it's confirmed there are two... I just, I mean, I know Lizzy is going to be with O!Ciel, but like R!Ciel is just so freaking alluring, like??? She's always been in love with the R!, but she never knew she was giving that love to O! And asdfdjslsjc I just I don't know what to think anymore!!

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your question, I have so much to say I don’t even know where to begin haha :D 

This is going to get pretty long, but basically I feel that we may see:

- o!Ciel having to acknowledge once and for all that he treasures Lizzy, and that everything he’s done for her has been because of his own feelings and not because of playing the part of the dutiful fiancé.


- Lizzy making a conscious, informed choice and choosing to remain by o!Ciel’s side. Thus showing o!Ciel that if he just trusts, if he just gives people a chance—people can love him for whom he is, rather than just compare him to his brother and find him paling in comparison.  


R!Ciel will just be a catalyst and an agent during all of this, because he’s there to force their hands and make them face each other and their pasts. What remains to be seen is if he’ll actually care for Lizzy the way he used to in the past, or if she’ll just be a chess-piece for him. Whatever it is he does, he is surely going to be pretty manipulative and sly lol 

Since this arc has already brought to the table that o!Ciel is frightened of being happy, I think this is when he’ll have to take out his claws, be selfish—in an entirely different way—put his foot down and say: no. These people care about me, and I want them in my life even if I’m going to make them suffer. You can’t have them.  

At the same time, it should also be the arc where o!Ciel comes to appreciate himself more. Not his identity as head of the Phantomhive house or as a stand-in for his stronger, more capable brother. But as whom he actually is, because he has people who love him dearly and care for him and will be ready to remind him of how much he’s worth in their eyes and why.

I think that’s going to be one of the keys from here on out, because otherwise Yana wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. However, that’s all assuming Yana will give us a break and let o!Ciel reach a nice development threshold before pulling the rug underneath his feet again for whatever it is she has planned next lol It all depends on how dark she wants the manga to be and on how close (or far) we’re to the end. 

Now for all the otp ramblings! lol 

I have made a couple of posts about Lizzy and 2CT HEREHERE, HERE and HERE and those are probably more organized than this one is going to be. But since I can’t seem to shut up about this, here we go!

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Attraction (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: “#9 from the 76 OTP prompts thing. Can I have it be Jason?” from @shadowalex2000

Prompt: Imagine your OTP studying together, and for every question answered right, somebody has to take off a piece of clothing. 

A/N: I fucking enjoyed writing this.

*Warnings: Nudity. No sex tho.

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @avengerdragoness @kazuha159 @scarletsmaximoff @insideoflit @jxsontxdds


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You were stuck in a very tough situation. History was never your cup of tea. This afternoon your History teacher had to talk to you in private. Apparently, if you don’t pass the next upcoming test, you’re going to fail for the year. 

You hated studying. You just never had any motivation to study. Your teacher only gave you one option, find a tutor or fail. Simple as that.

You took matters into your own hands. The most intelligent and the most charming guy in your class. The guy you have the biggest crush on was your only hope, Jason Todd. 

What if he doesn’t even like me? What if he thinks I’m stupid? What if he says no? Your mind was racing as you walked up to him, his back facing you. He was getting ready to leave on his motorcycle. This was your only chance.

You called his name just before he revved up the engine. He cursed, wondering why would someone waste his time but when he turned and saw it was you, he gave you a warm smile, “Hey, what’s up, (y/n)?”

You gulped. Gosh, he’s so beautiful. You couldn’t believe he even knew your name, “Um…I was wondering if you could help me study for next weeks test?” You almost patted our back for not stuttering in front of him. 

His eyebrows shot up, “Yeah sure, no problem. Wanna come over to my place this weekend?”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak again, so you just nodded in response. Jason grinned and reached into his backpack for a pen and ripped out a small piece of paper. He scribbled something down and handed you the paper. 

You flinched, feeling a spark of electricity when your fingers touched, “That’s my number and my address. Let me know what time you’re coming over,” You let out a small thanks as he put his helmet on, “And by the way, (y/n), I have a…different way of studying. Just giving you a heads up.”

You couldn’t tell what he meant by that. Before you could ask, he revved up his motorcycle and sped off down the street. 

~

You texted Jason saying that you’ll be at his place on Saturday at 8:00 PM(20:00). You were now standing in front of his door, trying to knock but your anxiety held you back from doing so.

When you finally got the guts to knock, the door flew open. Jason was wearing a red pullover hoodie and gray sweatpants, “Hey.” He smiled, gesturing you to come inside.

You sucked in a deep breath and walked inside. You made your way to his living room, with him following behind you, and sat on his couch, placing your bag on the floor.

Jason sat across from you on his other couch. On top of his coffee table laid piles of paper. Probably his notes, quizzes, and tests. You mentally thanked the coffee table for separating the both of you. You knew you would faint if you sat closer to him, “So, when do we start?” You asked, letting out a shaking breath.

He chuckled, “I gotta lay down the rules first.” You mentally cursed. You forgot about him mentioning his different way of studying. You slowly nodded your head after realizing you didn’t let him continue.

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doctorshufflepuff  asked:

okay i am All About the fluff, can I has father/son Moxiety cuddles? baking? painting each others' nails? just little drabbles of happy times

Imma go with baking :)

also this got crazy stupid long because i have no self control but enjoy!

Warnings: none i know of, but let me know!

Basically: Patton and Virgil, against the odds, manage to make a decent batch of brownies

It was late one rainy Tuesday afternoon that found Virgil casually sitting in the kitchen of the common mindscape. Or, more accurately, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter by the open window, sipping a glass of milk as he listened to the rain. He found it relaxing, the light pattering, and allowed his head to tip back against the cabinets.

He hadn’t noticed he had started to doze off until he heard the gentle thudding of cabinets, accompanied by bowls and utensils clattering. When he opened his eyes, Virgil wasn’t surprised to see Patton prepping the kitchen for…?

“What are you making, Patton?” Virgil licked his lips, feeling how dry his mouth had gotten during his “nap”. He took a sip of his milk, room temperature.

“Oh! Hey there Virgil! Did I bother you there, son?” Patton’s cheerful face popped up from under the counter where he had been digging.

“Nah, you’re good. What are you making?” Virgil repeated, sitting forward now.

Patton bounced to his feet, grinning widely. “I’m gonna make chocolate chip brownies!”

Virgil smiled. He liked brownies, when they were fresh, at least. But baking was tedious, so it rarely ever happened if Patton was in charge; the sunny trait would get sidetracked and things would get disorganized or forgotten. “Nothing better to do?”

Patton shrugged. “It’s rainy out, which is perfect weather for indoor activities! And no one has made anything in a while so I figured, why not?” Patton continued buzzing around the kitchen as he spoke, pulling out flour and cocoa and other ingredients.

“I can’t deny that. And brownies are good.” Virgil conceded.

He leaned back against the cabinets once more to watch Patton flit around the kitchen, content for the moment, before he had to jump to his feet a moment later.

Patton had stretched up on tip-toes, reaching for a baking pan someone (probably Roman) had tossed up on top of the cabinets carelessly. He had just managed to get his fingers on it when it wobbled and decided to fall. He jerked his arms back to shield his face, but the pan never hit. Instead, it hovered a foot from his head, caught by Virgil who was now standing on the counter.

“You good, Pat?” Anxiety asked, lowering himself down off the counter.

Patton nodded, lowering his arms and taking the pan from his counterpart. “Yeah, thanks, son. We were on the Verge of a real disaster there, huh sport?” He was grinning again already as he playfully elbowed Virgil, who couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the pun on his name.

Still a little shaken over the near accident and the burst of adrenaline, Anxiety busied himself with washing out his milk glass. The rain had picked up again, and he felt the tension melt off his shoulders and go down the drain with the greywater. “So, is that everything you need to get started baking?”

“Yeppers! Now we gotta just put everything together.” Patton was already wrist deep in the flour bag with the measuring cup and Virgil couldn’t keep his eyebrows from shooting up to his hairline at the mess Patton had already managed to make. He also hadn’t missed that Patton had said “we”, obviously meaning Virgil was now part of this.

And so, Virgil pushed up his sleeves and joined the fray. Mostly he wound up passing things to Patton, who measured things out according to the recipe Virgil read off to him. As they worked Patton casually snacked on chocolate chips and Virgil tidied up as they went – to clear counter space and because spills are gross. They made a surprisingly good team as they crossed items off the list; at least until they got to the sugar.

“Patton, it only says 1 ¼ cups of sugar.” Virgil held out his hand uncertainly, stopping Patton from pouring a second whole cup of sugar into the mix.

“Well, yeah sure. But that doesn’t seem like nearly enough to me! And what’s wrong with making them sweeter?” Patton tried to move around Virgil’s hand, but the nervous trait moved and grabbed him by the wrist, lightly, keeping him from adding more sugar.

Anxiety chewed his lip as Patton gave him an annoyed stare at being retrained. After a moment’s hesitation he let go, and was relieved when Patton didn’t move to pour the sugar in. “Logan always says baking is a science, and normally I don’t care about that, but we’re gonna be eating these. What if adding too much sugar makes them fall apart or burn or something? I don’t want to ruin the whole batch.”

Patton pouted for a moment before sighing. “Fine, I guess you’re right. Can we at least add extra chocolate chips then? They’re just gooey and delicious!”

Virgil smirked at him. “Yeh, I guess, if you don’t eat them all first.”

Patton ducked his head sheepishly, but still popped another chip into his mouth.

From there, things continued smoothly. They fell back into their easy rhythm. Patton was doing a good job of staying on task with Virgil’s help, and he enjoyed watching the younger Side move easily around the kitchen; the rare sight of a relaxed smile on his face as he wiped the counter for the dozenth time since they’d started warmed his heart. The small sad voice in Patton’s head wished he could see him like this more often, but he simply shook it off, asserting that Virgil didn’t represent Anxiety without reason. If he wanted Virgil to relax around him more then he would just have to make sure he didn’t need to be stressed.

Finally, the time came to put the batter in the oven, which the younger trait insisted on doing. (“The baking pan has already attacked you once, we shouldn’t give it a second chance.”)

While they waited for the brownies to bake, they elected to watch Parks and Rec, which was about the length of the bake time, in the living room. Patton wound up stretched out on the sectional, with Anxiety perched on the arm of the couch, half his attention on the kitchen, just waiting for something to catch fire or, at least, the timer to go off.

He hated waiting. As Patton laughed along to the “Treat Yo’ Self!” episode, Anxiety quietly got up, again and again, double and triple checking. Did they shut the fridge? Were there any spills he missed? Did he accidently put the oven mitt IN THE OVEN-no ok. Eventually he elected to wash the dishes and watch the TV from the kitchen where he could keep an eye on everything. He could hear the rain in the kitchen.

He was ready when the timer went off, checking the brownies were done and pulling them out. He was already cutting them by the time Patton joined him. When he looked up at his counterpart, Patton was wearing a fond smile that broke into a wide grin when he spoke. “Thanks for your help today, Verge. It was fun, wasn’t it? We should team up more! Like a father-son team!”

Virgil felt his brain stutter at the praise and he averted his gaze and cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhm, yeah. Thank-Thanks Pat. Yeah.”

“Now how about we dig into these brownies, huh? If they taste as good as they smell they aren’t gonna last the day!”

The two wound up finishing the batch while curled up on the couch together, Virgil dozing on Morality’s shoulder as the elder carded his fingers through his hair. 

Patton still thought the brownies could’ve used more sugar.

becamitchell  asked:

31 and/or 34 with supercorp for the thing obviously

31) Who is more affectionate?

Lena remembers hearing once that the purest form of affection is a mother’s love.

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Woman - Spencer Reid

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

hello sweet cupcakes.  this one is inspired by Woman by Daddy Harry Styles and i love him more than i will ever love myself :) 

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word count: 2,607

You drove Spencer Reid absolutely mad. Everything about you was so alluring, but yet most of your free time in work was spent laughing with, touching, and cutting up with one of the I.T. men, Mark. It was so frustrating to Spencer to try to court you but it had little to no effect. He was under the impression that he was a friend and nothing more.  

You worked in the same FBI building as Spencer and you basically did any and all legal paperwork that needed to be done for the Behavioral Analysis Unit to be sure that there was not any legal conflicts.  You were sort of like their own persona attorney in the building, and you were a treasured employee.  Spencer admired the knowledge you had on the legal field and he was always so interested in what you had to say.  You adored this about him, how he could sit there and listen to you speak for a limitless amount of time.  

Little did Spencer know, you were equally infatuated with him as he was with you.  Every little quirk he had, all his lame jokes and obsession with reading and Halloween, you adored it.  Spencer was the bane of your existence as he was not even aware.  Perhaps it was that you were simply horrible at giving signs, or that Spencer was mildly oblivious of any signs of affection.  Either way, it always discouraged you from him.  

On this particular day, as you pouted in you private office, you wanted nothing more than to listen to Spencer’s voice as he spoke about something you did not know a thing about.   Your head rested against the large oak desk in your office as soft music played from your desktop.  Today, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in your bed, with your cat, and binge watch The Office.  Instead, you sat in your office, reading Agent Hotchner’s report on his most recent case, looking for any sort of trouble or dispute between the team and members of the local police department that called them in.  

A small knock on your door jolted you from your minor nap, and you quickly made yourself look busy as you called out, “Come in!”  

Slowly, the door of your office opened to reveal an eccentric looking Penelope Garcia and a bored Emily Prentiss.  “Can I help you?”  You asked with a faint smile.  

Penelope walked into the room and sat in front of your desk in one of the two chairs.  “Yes, actually.” 

Emily followed in suit, seemingly to be more awake now.  “About a fun topic.”  She insisted with a smirk on her lips.  

You folded your hands in front of you and narrowed you eyes.  “And what would that be, ladies?”  You asked, trying to be formal with your friends.  They saw right through your false demeanor and treated you just the same.  

“Spencer Reid.”  Emily said, raising an eyebrow. 

You furrowed your eyebrows.  “Why?  Is everything all right?”  You questioned quickly and found yourself to be leaning forward at the mentioning of his name.  Whenever they left on missions, and you got a call, you immediately worried that someone would be hurt, especially Spencer.  He was your kryptonite.  

Penelope crossed her arms full of bangles.  “If by all right, you mean a totally pitiful mess, then yes, he is all right.”  She muttered and glared at you.  You knew she was not truly mad, but just bothering you for fun.  

“Pardon?”  You asked, shocked at her words.  

Emily chuckled softly.  “What we are trying to say is that it is time for you to stop acting as if you do not have the biggest crush on Spencer.”  She reasoned and crossed one leg over the other. 

Your mouth fell open, surprised.  You had nothing at all to say, because the words would not form for you.  “Do not act like you do not know what we are talking about!  Spencer does not realize that Mark is gay and he thinks that you are head over heels for Mark instead of him!”  Penelope cried.  “It is time for my OTP to be together and if you do not accept that, I will make it happen myself.”  She threatened and pointed her finger at you.  

Uncontrollable laughter spilled from your mouth.  You could not believe the words she said!  “He really doesn’t know that Mark is gay?”  You laughed loudly, covering your face.  “The poor thing, he makes my heart so happy.”  You admitted.  You face was flushed and the two girls looked at you confused.  

“What is so funny?”  Emily asked and narrowed her eyes at you.  Obviously, she did not understand your humor.  

You straightened yourself out and sighed.  Your laughing had ceased and you had a poker straight look on your face.  “I am laughing because there is not a snowball’s chance in hell that the sweet Dr. Reid has any sort of romantic feelings for me.” You muttered and shuffled through your papers, looking for nothing in particular.  

Penelope rolled her eyes at you through her large colorful glasses. She did not speak, but instead, allowed Emily to.  “I do not understand how you got your degree and went to law school but be so foolish all the same, (Y/N).”  She said, exasperated,  and threw her hands up.  

“But, you do admit you have feelings for him?”  Penelope questioned.  

You blushed, and ducked down, looking at your papers.  “I never said that.”  You muttered and played with the corner of the document you were researching.  You didn’t actually admit it, had you?  Your worst kept secret, you finally spoke aloud?  

Emily perked up, smiling.  “You do!”  She accused and stood.  

You stood as well, walking around your desk and standing close to the two of the,  “No, no!  You will not interfere with my relationships and love life.  Remember I am your superior and all it takes is one paper to slip through the cracks and one of you could be interviewed by the board.  Especially you, Miss Garcia.”  You threatened with a blush on your face.  You never really threatened anyone because you were more peace loving than aggressive, but the situation require it in this point.  

Penelope smiled wicked.  “Not a thing will be done, my pretty face.”  She said and whisked herself from the room quickly with Emily in tow.  

Emily looked at you and mouthed a quick “I’m sorry,” as Penelope dragged her away.  

You sighed heavily and sat down at your desk again with your head in your hands.  

~.~

A week and a half has passed since your talk with Penelope and Emily and nothing suspicious has happened.  You were grateful for this, but it also took a mental toll on you.  The team had left for a big case in Atlanta and were due back any minute now, and you were rushing to finish the paperwork for them to sign and return to you to file.  Usually, you had it finished hours before they were due back and had it on their desks with more than enough time.  

This was not the case today.  

You had only Derek Morgan’s left to do, and it made you feel sick to your stomach as you rushed to finish the documents with the information Agent Hotchner had provided for you.  You finished typing away furiously, and printed the paper quickly and saved it to your database.  You paper clipped it and stood from your desk to deliver the papers to all of the team’s desks before they returned.  

After all the papers were placed on their respectful desks, you returned to your office and collapsed in your chair, immediately kicking off the black heels you wore to make yourself look taller.  You slipped your pink slipped on instead that kept their place under your desk and put your head into your hands.   

It felt like hours had passed as you breezed through work, trying to get as much done before you planned to head home at around seven o’clock that night.  Another light knock at the door interrupted you.  “Come in,”  you called and set your pen down and leaned back in your comfortable chair.  

Spencer Reid entered, not wanting to look at you.  He held the paperwork in your hand and you were alarmed.  Normally, you didn’t expect the paperwork to be finished until the next day at the soonest.  “You’ve finished reading it already?”  You asked in shock. 

Spencer nodded.  “I have, but there is one mistake that makes an entire paragraph inaccurate.”  He said stiffly as he stood at the doorway.  

“Well, come in, then.  And please shut the door, it is absolutely freezing out there.  I do not know how you handle it.”  You laughed and motioned for him to sit down in the chair in front of your desk.  

Slowly, Spencer did as he was told and sat stiffly in your chair.  “Section Six, Paragraph three you have the victim’s name incorrect.”  He said quickly and stared down at the paper.  You spun your chair around quickly to your second desk against the wall, where your computer with two screens sat.  

“Oh, I see.  Funny, I only got that incorrect on your documents.  My apologies, Spence.”  You said softly and fixed it quickly and pressing print.  You spun back around, looking at him.  He stared at your certificates on the wall, examining everything but you.  “Is there something wrong?  You are acting like I killed a puppy.”  You muttered sadly and grabbed the documents when they finished printing.  You paper clipped them and tossed them to Spencer. 

Spencer finally glanced at you with a sad look on his face.  “Why have you not told me that you and Mark were seeing one another?”  He questioned and narrowed his eyes at you jealously.  

“Pardon?”  You asked, rolling you eyes.  “Honestly, Spencer, I thought you were more intelligent than this.  Mark is gay, and I am not interested in him.  I am interested in someone else in the office.”  You tell him bitterly and crossed you arms as you leaned back in your chair.  

Alarmed, Spencer looked up.  “Who is it?”  He asked. 

“Why do you care to know?”  You retorted quickly, raising an eyebrow.

For a long time, Spencer was silent as he sat there in your office, looking for the correct words to say.  You waited patiently, picking at your nails, trying to seem uninterested and not as if you were going to throw up at any minute, which was quite the possibility.  

Spencer looked at you finally, and opened his mouth to speak.  “I would like to know who interests you because I know quite well someone in the office is very interested in you as well.”  He said dumbly and sounded nothing at all like the Spencer you knew. 

You rolled your eyes and stood, walking to the jacket hook on the wall and pulling your petticoat down.  You slipped in onto your shoulders and grabbed your purse, standing at the door.  Spencer watched you curiously, not sure on how to react.  

“Well, are you coming?”  You finally asked and smiled widely.  

Not sure what you were referring to, Spencer stood.  “Where?”  He asked and tossed the incorrect copy of papers into the bin by the door. 

You smiled coyly.  “To dinner.  There’s this great Indian place that is open 24 hours that this reallt great guy told me about.”  You offered, but smirked at your own reference of Spencer in it.  

He looked surprised, but opened the door for you and motioned for you to leave first.  “Just let me grab my jacket.”  He told you with a large smile and a blush on his face.  

~.~ 

As you sipped your cocktail, you watched Spencer’s mouth move with every word he spoke.  There was no doubt that you two were attracted to one another, but neither of you wanted to speak of it first.  He was babbling on about a recent article that came out about global warming and its effects.  You were not really listening, and did not really care too much, but you loved to hear him speak.  His words flowed so well and the way his lips moved so indicatively, you enjoyed it.  

“I am talking too much, aren’t I?”  Spencer finally asked as he looked down at his hands with a blush on his cheeks.  

You smiled brightly and shook your head.  “No, of course not.”  You said and swirled the stirrer around your drink.  

Spencer blushed further and shifted uncomfortably.  “I tend to not realize when I babble on.”  He told you and tucked his long hair behind his ear.  “I suppose at some points in time, I am rather loquacious.”  He said with a chuckle.  

You hummed and nodded.  “It is fine.  I enjoy hearing you speak.”  You admitted to him and glanced up through your eyelashes.  Spencer raised an eyebrow and smiled, watching your every move.  “As you were saying in my office earlier, about the colleague that had interests in me.  Do you mind filling me in as to who that is?”  You asked and watched his face change colors right before you.  You laughed gently at this. 

Your date shifted and avoided eye contact.  “I think you know the answer as well as I do, (Y/N).”   He said softly and licked his lips.  

Watching him squirm was just edging you on.  “Perhaps I do.  I would like to hear it from you, for confirmation, of course.”  You told him and bit you bottom lip slowly.  

Spencer frowned and swallowed hard.  He was silent for a moment.  “The thought of you and Mark being together made me feel so jealous.  I had never been jealous before and I did not know how to handle it.   I wish you could see, the shape I was in when I saw him touching your skin.”  Spencer said lowly and sighed.  “I wanted to be him.”  He said softly and looked away.  

You smiled softly and nodded.  “Mark has been trying to give me pointers as to how to tell you that I like you.”  You said so gently that Spencer almost didn’t hear you. 

“You do?”  He asked, hopeful.  

You nodded and blushed, smiling down to your cocktail.  “Quite a bit, actually.”  

Spencer smiled brightly and reached his hand across the table, taking yours, and rubbing his thumb across the top of your hand.  “It would be an absolute pleasure to take you on an official date.”  Spencer told you as the waitress dropped the check off.  Both you and Spencer reached for it. 

You snatched it quickly, just before Spencer could, and smirked.  “What?  Like you just said, this isn’t an official date.”  You told  him and quickly paid and left a tip before standing.  Spencer stood with you, shaking his head, and walked with you towards the exit.  

A large smile was on your face as he began to walk you  to your car.  “So, you will call me?”  You asked him hopefully as you finally got to your car.  

With a nod, Spencer smiled.  “Of course.”  He said gently.  

You smiled in return, before standing on your toes and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.  “Goodnight, Spencer.”  You said as you climbed into your car and started it up.  You waved once more, before leaving Spencer with a goofy smile on his face.  

“Goodnight.”  He murmured before putting his hands in his pockets and walking down the sidewalk to his car.  He was never as at ease until now. 

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Im Jaebum X Reader

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Super fab Anon That Gives Me All The Love Asked: Omg… i have so many ideas… but the first i want to ask is: can you do a fanfic with Jaebum where he is catch by the members while he is doing adorable things to “jagi” and he gets embarrased Sorry if my english sucks but im from latin america and im learning… LOVE YOUR ACC BIG FAN HERE… All the love💜

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 Lazy days with Jaebum were probably your favorite. These were the days when it was just you and him; being yourselves without any judgement. This was today.

 You and Jaebum were chilling out at the dorms while the other boys were doing their own things, leaving the leader and his beautiful girlfriend alone for the day. Jae was looking through the TV channels, trying to find something interesting to watch; he soon became frustrated with the boring options.

 “Why don’t we just play a game or something since there isn’t anything good on.” You suggested when you noticed his puff of annoyance towards the television. 

 He looked over to you and breathed out as a smile grew on his face. He turned off the TV and pulled you closer to him. “What kind of something are you implying?” He smirked, earning him a loud laugh from you and a playful hit to the chest. 

 “Shut up.” You giggled.

 “What?” He put his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t do anything.”

 After you rolled your eyes, you stood up so you could go and grab a drink but he grabbed your wrist almost immediately and spun you into his torso. He leaned into you and gave you a light peck on your nose. You smiled at him and blushed a bit.

 “Jae, I was going to get a drink.” You whined.

 “Well, I was going to get you, and now I have you and I don’t think I wanna let you go.” He smiled sweetly. 

 “Oh really.” You giggled. 

 “Mmh, what are you going to do about it, Jagi?” He questioned, with loving eyes. He was about to give you another kiss, this time on the lips, but he heard what sounded like muffled laughs.

 He let go over you and walked towards the noise, only to find the two evil maknaes hunched down in the hall. 

“What are you two doing?” He growled.

“Nothing!” Exclaimed Yugyeom. “We were going to get food but didn’t want to interrupt the cute moment you were having.”

They tried to suppress their laughter but failed miserably after Yugy’s statement. Jaebum glared at the youngers, not sure how to react.

“Yah! Jaebum-ah, who knew you were such a romantic.” Bambam giggled.

“Shut up!” Your boyfriend yelled as he walked back over to you.

 “But hyung~ it was too cute.”

 “Bambam’s right! You’re such a softie.” The maknaes continued to laugh, despite the death glares that Jaebum was shooting towards them. 

 He gently grabbed your arm and dragged you to his bedroom, trying to ignore the obnoxious laughs that echoed through the dorm. After he shut his door, he dove onto his bed and hid his face in a pillow.

 “Awe, is someone embarrassed?” You cooed as you crawled onto the bed beside him.

 Jaebum rolled over onto his back and looked at you pleadingly. “No. Don’t start. I get enough of it from the guys, I don’t need my own girlfriend teasing me as well.” He sighed.

 “But it’s so cute to see you all flustered.” You smiled innocently as you pinched his cheeks.

 “Babe~ Please stop.” He whined, swatting your hands away.

 “You’re not fun.” You sighed. “But, I guess I could, if I get a kiss.” You leaned down to his face.

 “Oh, I’ll do much more than just kiss you.” He stated, cupping your face and placing his lips upon yours. He gently moved you both over so he was on top of you. His kisses got more and more passionate and rough as he tried to forget about the embarrassing incident that just occurred. When he disconnected his lips from yours to start sucking your neck, you muttered a sincere “I love you so much.” While a smile began to form on your face.

 He went back to your lips from a moment before speaking. “I love you too and I’ll show you just how much, Jagi.” He smirked.

Jealous Part 3

Part One   Two

Warning: Almost smut

Notes: This is the final part… of book one! Book two is coming out on Wednesday! My own masterlist is coming out tomorrow!

Tags: @thefandomplague @amylillian22 @wheres-mccall (pls comment if you want to be tagged in the next book too :))


You woke up the next day, feeling the warmth of someone beside you. You turn your head to see Liam cuddling with you and sleeping. You gently touch his face, trying to not wake him up. He stirs a bit, snuggling closer to you, before opening his eyes.

“Good morning.” You whisper. He smiles.

“Good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?” He nods. 

“Your bed is really comfortable.” 

“You’re so cute when you sleep.” Liam blushes. His heart beat quickens and he suddenly gets up.

“Where are you going?” 

“I, ah, got to go home and get ready for school.” You get off your bed.

“Wait stay, you can borrow Scott’s clothes.”

“No thanks. I had a good time last night. Thank you.” he says before rushing out. A part of you felt sad that he left you. You wanted him to stay longer. You sigh as you get ready for school.

Outside your house, Liam felt stupid by leaving you in there like that. He could have given you an explanation. But he panicked. His heart beat quickened and at the moment he figured out why everything was happening the way it was. He was falling in love with you. And he was supposed to hate you. 


Scott had offered to give you a ride to school that day.

“I rather ride Stiles’ jeep, instead of your motorcycle.” You teased your brother. He frowned.

“Okay I’m joking. I love you.” Scott smiles again before giving you your helmet.

“What did you do after I walked in on you and Liam kissing?”

“I showed him some pictures of when we were little. And we weren’t kissing! We were just extremely close to each other!”

“Yup, that’s a totally good explanation. He stayed over right?”

“Yes.” 

“And did you guys do anything…?”

“No we just cuddled.” Scott made his ‘awh otp’ face as he parks in the school parking lot.  

“Speaking of Liam, there he is! Hey Liam!” Scott shouts. Liam looks in your direction, spots Scott and waves. But surprisingly, once his eyes lands on you, his expression changes and he looks away. 

“Well, that was weird.” He says as the two of you enter the school building. 

“yea yea, bye Scott.” You wave goodbye at him as you split ways. When you enter class, Liam was not at his usual seat, beside you. It was Corey.

“Corey, what are you doing here?”

“Learning.” He says sarcastically. You laugh.

“Of course you are.”

“By the way, the chimera pack are going to the Eichen house to ‘save lydia’ today.” You nod.

“Weird, why would you guys want a banshee?”

“I don’t know, ask Theo. You’re the only one who can talk to him like he’s a person.” You giggle.

“Then how do you guys talk to him?”

“I’m scared of him.” You laugh loudly. 

“Cor, you’re the greatest friend ever. Mason is lucky to have you.” You pack him on the back before turning your attention to the teacher who had just come in. 

“Thanks. I’m gonna ruin your mood, but Liam forced me to sit here. Not that I mind.” You frown and look at where Liam was sitting. 

“Mr. Dunbar, please move back to your regular seat, please.” The teacher sees the change in seating. Liam groans and gets up. 

“See ya.” Corey whispers as he gets up too. Liam takes the seat beside you. 

“hey Li.” You whisper as the teacher starts teaching. You got no reply from him.

Liam weakened at the sound of your voice, but he couldn’t dare look at you. He couldn’t fall in love with someone like you. He was way out of your league. And he thought you were in love with Theo. 

He was wrong.


The past few days have been torture for you. Not only have your teachers have been giving you assignments, but Liam has been avoiding and ignoring you. You gave up on trying to talk to him as he just wouldn’t answer you. You talked to everyone but him. However, somewhere in your heart, you wanted to talk to Liam again. 

You listened to your heart for once and followed Liam after school. He went to lacrosse practice and you sat at the bleachers, pretending you were studying and watching your brother. With your presence, Liam just kept failing. After practice, you waited outside the locker room. When a lot of the boys left. You stood in front of the door. You hesitated for a bit

Finally, after 5 minutes of hesitation, you, confidently, enter the boys locker room, and thankfully, nobody other than Liam was in there. You find your way towards Liam to realize that he’s shirtless. Liam senses your presence and tenses up.

“Hey Liam. Have you been avoiding me lately?” You say, looking anywhere but his back. His muscular back

“I don’t know, have you been ignoring me lately?” He snaps.

“What the f*ck? Why the f*ck are you snapping at me?” You counter snap back.

“Why do you care? Don’t you have someone else to talk to? Like Theo? The one who tried to kill your brother?”

“Are you jealous?” You ask without thinking.

“NO. I’M NOT JEALOUS OF YOU.” Liam yells.

“God, Liam you don’t have to yell.” He turns around to face you, revealing his toned body. You blush and quickly look away from his abs. 

“How do you not understand?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t understand you! I mean, all we did was kiss twice and you’ve been avoiding me ever since! What’s going on? You haven’t spoken to me or insulted me in weeks! I miss making fun of you, and I miss it when you make fun of me! I miss you!”

“That’s the problem! We kissed twice and you act like nothing ever happened. Like you didn’t feel anything from it. Like it wasn’t a big deal! Well, It’s a big deal to me. How could you not see that I’m f*cking in love with you but you’re always with him!” You jaw drops as what he just said. Liam puts on a shirt. Liam was in love with you? Then you realized something. You feel the same way. You open your mouth to say something but he interrupts you.

“I get it, you don’t like me. You’re in love with Theo, just like when you were little. I hope you’re happy with him. Because I will never be.” He says before storming off, leaving you speechless. Tears formed in your eyes as he slam the door behind you. 

After a while, you left the locker room sadly and bumped into Theo.

“Princess? What are you still doing here? Have you been crying?” He asks. 

“Liam… is in love with me. And he thinks I’m in love with you.”

“And you’re not?”

“I mean I like you, as a friend. I think you’re cute. But-”

“I like you Y/n. I like you a lot. But I don’t want to lose you for a third time. So I’m not gonna fight for your love. I’m gonna let you go. I don’t want our friendship to be ruined.” He says, smiling sadly.

“I understand.”

“And I’m guessing you figured out that you feel the same way about Liam as he does to you?” You nod.

“He went straight to assumptions. I’m pretty sure he hates me now.”

“Oh come here. He will never hate you. You’re Y/n McCall. Sister of Beacon Hills’ true Alpha.” He hugs you. 

“Can I stay over tonight?” You mumble. 

“of course Princess. Pick you up at 8.” 

From across the hallway, Liam Dunbar watches the two of you hug. He was right. You were in love with Theo, or so he thought.


“Scott I’m going to Theo’s!” You yell from your room.

“No! Tomorrow’s the plan day.” He yells back.

“Do whatever you want, but don’t hurt T too much!” You yell back at him before walking out of your room.

“Fine stay safe!” Scott hesitantly yells back. You leave and get into Theo’s truck. 

“Any problems?” Theo asks, referring to Scott. You shake you head.

When you guys reached his house, You quickly ran up into the bedroom, falling onto his comfortable bed. You came by once a week to cuddle and talk. 

“Babe, Cuddles?” Theo asks, once he made it up to the room. You nod. Theo gets into position and you lay on his shoulder.

“This might be our last cuddle day together.” You whisper. 

“I know. That’s we have to hold each other tightly for the rest of the night.” You turn around to face him. 

“No matter what happens tomorrow, I’m still going to love you and you’re still gonna be my best friend.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips

“God I love you Y/n.” He states before his lips touch yours. It moved in sync. He bit on your lower lip, causing you gasp and allowing his tongue to wander around your mouth. His hands made it down from your hips down to your thighs. He played with the hem of your pants. Your hands traveled down his chest to the end of his shirt, pulling it up. He followed you and took off his shirt. 

“God you’re beautiful.” He mumbles out as he pulls down your pants, kissing your neck.

“God, T, You’re so handsome.” You moan back. Theo has found your weak spot and continuously sucks on it, making you moan.

“I know you don’t want to do it, But can we at least cuddle naked?” He asks. You nod. He pulls up your shirt and you help him take it off. Your hands travel to his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down with the help of him. He falls back on the back and you turn to face him.

“You have no idea how much of a boner you’ve given me.” He smirks. You smile.

“I love you T, and if anything happens tomorrow, I’ll miss you.” You say kissing his nose. 

“I’ll miss you too.” He says, kissing your lips. A tear falls out of his eyes and you wipe it away. Theo wraps his arms around you, and for the last time, you fell asleep in Theo Raeken’s arms.

Down in the bushes outside the house, hid Liam Dunbar again. He listened into your entire conversation, including the kissing. He could prove it now. You were completely in love Theo and he knew it. But he still got it wrong. (why is liam being a stalker?)


“God oh God Lydia.” You say as your mom injects the needle into Lydia’s wound. Liam faints on the floor beside you. You glance at Scott who is quick to pick Liam up. You follow your brother and help Liam up. The injection has finished and the five of you head out the hospital, you supporting Lydia. Scott gives something to Stiles. He walks off. 

In the tunnels, you were behind everyone. Water was spreading on the floor. Liam notices and jumps, pushing Lydia to safety but forgetting about you. Just as the water touches your shoe, you are shoved away.

“Y/n. Stay out of the way.” Theo says before pulling Lydia up and into an opening. Scott manages to catch her but Theo stabs him with kanima venom, and he lets go. The sound of the beast comes down the hallway and around the corner, right in front of you. The beast pushes you out of the way, stabbing you in the process. You groan in pain as you fall down against the wall. The sound of you screaming in pain, causes Theo to lose concentration of what he was doing. The beast pushed him away and a big bad werewolf named Deucalion came by and broke his neck. Recovering, Liam comes and helps you up.

“You lied to me.”

“That’s right.” Deuc says. He starts to walk away with Scott, but he gets shot down by Gerard. Chris and Gerard exchange a few words. You look at Theo.

“Babygirl, I love you.” He mouths. You pull away from Liam and kiss Theo.

“I love you too T.” You whisper as Liam pulls you away with force, causing you tumble back. Scott catches you and glares at Liam. You see that Scott is now carrying the cane

“Liam, be careful!” Liam rolls his eyes and puts his arm around your waist to support you while blood oozes out of your cut. You look at Liam.

“Stop looking at me.” He snaps, You flinch at the sound of his voice. After a while, Sebastian bumps into the three of you, quickly noticing the cane Scott was holding.

“Excuse me, I think that belongs to me.” He reaches out to grab it, but Scott steps back. Sebastian lands his eyes on you and your injury and he walks towards you and Liam. Liam’s grip tightens. As the beast raises his claws to stab you again. Liam wolfs out to protect you. You fall on the floor and get to a safer place. You sit there watching Scott and Liam attacking the beast but failing miserably. After a few knock downs, Sebastian manages to grab hold of Scott’s neck, choking him. His claws stab the back of his neck. There is a sudden pause.

“Marie-Jeanne?” The beast mumbles out, losing his grip on Scott so he can escape. At that moment, Kira and Lydia walk in.

“Mason!” She shouts. Sebastian turns towards Lydia and starts to become beast form.

“I think you should try a little bit louder.” Kira states.

“MASON!!” Lydia’s banshee scream hits the beast and Mason falls out of the blue. Corey, becoming visible, catches him. The rest of the beast travels down the hallway, into a flaming Parrish.

“Scott!” Parrish shouts as he stabs the beast. Scott Quickly grabs the cane and throws it like a javelin, right into the beast.

“Is everyone okay?” Scott asks, still in his werewolf form.

“Not everyone.” Theo shouts from somewhere. Everyone except you gathers. Kira quickly runs in front with her kitsune eyes. Theo shoots out a lighting bolt but Kira absorbs it with her sword.

“The skin walkers have a message for you. Your sister wants to see you.”  Kira says, in her kitsune voice as she shoves her sword into the ground creating a hole beneath Theo. There crawled out Tara, Theo’s sister. You got up and limped towards the crowd. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Scott! Help Me!” He yells. 

“No, No No! Scott!” You yell at your brother. Scott gave you an apologetic look with his alpha eyes.

“God dammit, Theo I love you. I always will” You whisper, knowing you would be unable to save your best friend. Liam turns to looks at you and you make eye contact. For the first time, you saw pain and heartbreak in Liam’s eyes. You quickly look away to see Theo fall down and the hole closes up. A tear falls out of your eye as you make your way to where the hole use to be.

“Theo, I’m sorry.” You say. And everything else became a blur. 

“Y/N!” You hear Liam shout faintly. You collapse, but Liam catches you. 

“No, Y/n. Stay with me please!” Everything went black.


“I can’t save her.” Deaton says looking at your unconscious body

“You have to!” Liam shouts, holding your hand tightly

“The only way is if Scott bites her. Then she would heal herself.” You groan, slowly opening your eyes to the light. 

“Y/n!” Liam shouts.

“Am I dying?” You turn to see Scott. 

“Yes, but if Scott bites you, you’ll survive.” Liam says, but you continue to look at Scott. I nod at him. He puts a worried look on his face before his eyes turn red. He growls. You grip onto Liam hands but suddenly he pulls away. Scott bites you. 

Two hours later, you are fully healed and now a werewolf. You get up to find Liam. You find him at the spot. 

“Dunbar.” He turns around. Your eyes glow amber. 

“McCall.” He states before turning back and looking down at Beacon Hills.

“I want to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry we took away the love of your life.” Liam says, not looking at you. You take a seat beside him.

“The love of my life is not down in hell, He’s somewhere else.” 

“Oh so you like someone else now?” Liam says, angrily. 

“You know Li,” Liam shivers at his nickname. “I gave you a lot of hot boys from our school.” Liam clenches his fists. “I missed one, that I didn’t say, do you  remember?”

“Yes, I remember that day.”

“Well, lemme give you a hint of who this mystery boy is. He’s a werewolf. And I met him one day at my house. We never got along. All we did was make fun of each other. Maybe during that time, I fell in love with him. But I had my own boyfriend. So I thought I loved my boyfriend. Until we broke up. And then my childhood friend came back. And this mystery guy, got jealous of me hanging out with him. Fast forward, this guy had a panic attack. And I was with him. So without thinking, I kissed him. For the first time, I felt like it was perfect. I realized that I’m completely in love with him. When I kissed him, that’s when everything changed. When I kissed this guy named Liam Dunbar, that’s when everything changed.” There was silence at first, as Liam had to process what he had just listened. Then he heard it. He turns to face you. (I love stydia)

“You’re in love with me?”

“It depends, are you still in love with me?” You joke.

“Always.” He kisses you and happily, you kiss back.

“You were never in love with Theo?” He mumbles when you break apart.

“Of course not, dummie.” You poke his nose and he slaps you away. He gets up and you follow.

“I thought you guys… did… you know.” Liam awkwardly says, avoiding eye contact. You laugh

“No! We didn’t do an- Wait how do you know that?” Liam grins and starts to run away.

“Liam come back here!” You chase him until your legs were tired, which was really quick. 

“Liam Dumbar!” You say his last name wrong on purpose. He turns towards you.

“What did you just call me?”

“I said, Liam Dunbar, stop being dumbar and come kiss me.” Liam runs up to you. You jump into his arms, kissing him. 

“I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too Li.”

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