Have you seen my suneater son. He looks adorable. Also Deku made me cry.. WHY
!!!!! I’ll be really honest here anon I currently have a lot of feelings and 90% of them are about Amajiki picking Kirishimait’s everything I didn’t know I needed in my life thank you Horikoshi I owe you
In retrospect, Bitty should have been able to read the subtle signs.
Coach keeps his eyes trained on the TV even when the game cuts to commercial. One hand clutches the remote more firmly than usual, while the other does the same to his beer bottle. The wrinkles across his forehead become momentarily more pronounced.
But Bitty doesn’t notice he should be bracing himself until after it’s already happened.
“So. Your mama says you’ve got a sweetheart.”
Every major organ in Bitty’s body stops for a moment.
“She– What? I–”
“Well. She suspects. But you know how she is.”
Bitty swallows roughly against the desert wasteland his throat has suddenly become. It’s only the first week of his junior year’s summer break. He and Jack celebrated their one year anniversary a handful of days ago, making out like teenagers in the doorway to Jack’s old room for a few precious minutes before anyone could break away from the graduation festivities to come find them.
They’ve talked in loose terms about eventually coming out to people who aren’t a member of the Falcs or the SMH, but they don’t actually have anything resembling a plan.
Especially when it comes to Bitty’s parents.
“I don’t have a sweet–” Bitty starts, and stops at the single raised eyebrow his father shoots him.
“Mama’s wrong,” he insists anyway, breathing in deep and trying not to let his hands shake as he wrings them together.
His fingers itch to text Jack.
Coach tilts his head slightly to the side. “Could be,” he allows. “Thought you and I should have a talk either way.”
This is the longest commercial break in a football game that Bitty has ever sat through.
He purses his lips and furrows his brows. “Mama thought you should–”
“I thought,” Coach corrects easily, setting his beer down on the end table and then turning in his recliner to finally face where Bitty is curled up on the sofa. He frowns, lips thin and tight, eyes steady and assessing.
Then, after a lengthy silence: “Do you love him?”
The sharp breath Bitty sucks in nearly chokes him.
“What?” he whispers, voice ragged and harsh around what little air he can force from his frozen lungs.
The game starts up again. Coach’s hand squeezes the remote a little tighter, but he doesn’t press pause. And he doesn’t look away from Bitty. “It’s alright if you don’t. I won’t tell your mama either way if you don’t want me to.”
“You… But I thought she…” Bitty feels dazed, pulse pounding, and brain struggling to make sense of whatever alternate universe he’s somehow stumbled into.
“Junior, you know she loves you. No matter what, we both love you. And, again, she… suspects. But I wanted to talk to you first, before I go confirming or denying any of her late-night jam-making musings.” He sighs, and then lifts up the remote so that he can see the buttons well enough to hit Off on the first try.
“Do you love him?” he asks again, once the screen is dark.
Bitty swallows. Then nods.
One side of Coach’s mouth lifts into the beginnings of a rare, soft smile. “Good,” he says, as earnest as Bitty has ever heard him.
“Now. Enough of that.” Coach picks his beer back up and takes a swig as he turns back to the television set, hitting the power button once more so that the game comes back to life on the flat screen before them. “Just so you know, I’ve been keeping up with hockey as much as I can in the off hours, but it was a hell of a lot easier to do when an NHL prodigy was around to go through plays with me on the whiteboard in the den.”
Bitty bites his bottom lip against a smile.
“You still in touch with the Zimmermann kid?” his father asks. And Bitty’s smile collapses in on itself before it’s even begun. “Not that I’d expect you to be. But he’s the kind of athlete every coach dreams of, really. You’re lucky to have had him on your team.”
“…Yeah.” Bitty digs his nervous fingers into the meat of his own thighs, and resists texting Jack for just a few moments longer. Because when he does, he knows that their plans for the future will no longer be defined in loose terms. “I am.”
‘You were singing really loudly in the shower when I broke into your apartment but then i heard you slip and crash and oh god i should probably check on you in case i get done for murder instead of just robbery’ AU
It took all of fourteen seconds for Derek to realize he was in the wrong apartment.
First, he noticed the very large and scuffed up sneakers and boots ditched haphazardly kind of near the door but half into the living room. Cora was meticulous about her shoes and kept them neatly arranged in a shoe rack right next to the door. The only time they touched the floor was when her feet were in them.
Second, the stuff. There was so much stuff everywhere; clothes thrown over the back of the couch, dishes across the coffee table and all over the kitchen counters, books on every surface, a gaming console dragging wires across the floor and surrounded by games, in cases and out of them. Cora was an unintentional minimalist, in that she threw out anything she didn’t need and lacked a single sentimental bone in her body. Derek and Laura regularly made trips to wherever she lived to save family keepsakes and memories from her ruthless cleaning sprees.
Then he noticed the manly warble coming from somewhere deeper in the apartment, and Cora’s favorite topic of rant floated lazily to the forefront of his mind.
—but my neighbor, oh my god this guy! I’m going to kill him if I ever see him in the hall! His bathroom shares a wall with my bedroom and he sings in the shower, every shower, at all hours. Literally all hours, like 4am, and he only sings Christmas carols at 4am. I’ve had Jingle Bells stuck in my head for a week!
Harry woke up to a half-naked Draco Malfoy
standing over his bed. At first he thought he was still dreaming until Malfoy
called out to him:
“Potter. Potter, wake up.”
In Harry’s dreams, Malfoy always called him
“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Harry had been
having a delightful dream in which Malfoy – although he was known to Harry as
Draco in the dream – had confessed his affections to Harry and asked him to
ride on a unicorn with him into space.
True – Harry was pleased to wake up to the
real Malfoy’s naked chest. But it left him with an inconvenient problem beneath
the sheets which he couldn’t really take care of with Malfoy staring down at
him like that. Well, actually, that was another fantasy of his, but he expected
in this situation, Malfoy would probably just punch him, rather than join in.
“I want to switch beds.” Malfoy said.
Harry frowned, looking over to Malfoy’s
vacant four poster. The sheets were thrown wide, the pillow on the floor beside
“There’s something wrong with that bed. I
think it’s haunted.”
“You think the bed is haunted?” Harry
Malfoy crossed his arms over his (naked!)
“And you want me to sleep in it?”
Malfoy shrugged. “Better you than me.”
“Absolutely not.” Harry rolled away from
Malfoy. He was tired. And he wanted to finish his dream.
“So, you believe me that it’s haunted then?”
Malfoy asked. A clear challenge.
“No,” Harry clarified into his pillow, “I
just don’t see why I should have to be inconvenienced because of your paranoia.”
“You’re already awake, and I’m going to
stand here until you agree.”
Harry knew he would too. Malfoy was
“Fine.” Harry jumped up and scrambled into
the other bed. He retrieved the pillow from the floor, readjusted the sheets
and settled in. Haunted or not, Harry could tell he was going to have a good
sleep now. The bed smelt like Malfoy. That would complement Harry’s dreams
Sleep came quickly.
was in the Department of Mysteries. At the end of one of the long corridors he
saw it – a curtain. He knew Sirius was right behind the curtain. He glided forward. If
he could just reach it – but a hand pulled him back. He turned around to find hundreds
of inferi crawling towards him, the closest one with a grip on his arm that was
tightening, bruising his skin, crushing the bone beneath. He tried to scream
but all that came out was a hiss.
was in Little Hangleton Graveyard. The tombstones were so large they towered
over his head, the engravings with big wiry letterings spelling out the names
of the dead. Lily Potter. James Potter. Cedric Diggory. Sirius Black. Albus
Dumbledore. Hedwig. Dobby. Fred Weasley. Collin Creevey. Remus Lupin.
Nymphadora Tonks. Severus Snape. And the last – the biggest tombstone of them
all: Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior. Beneath it, the earth was shaking, the dirt
crumbling away. The Dark Lord was returning.
was in The Forbidden Forest. A high-pitched laughter rang in his ears. The sky
flashed green. The trees were whispering, telling him to turn back, telling him
to run. But his feet kept walking forward. The trees grew sparse. He was almost
at the clearing. And when he reached it, he was going to die.
Harry woke up in a sweat, his heart beat
threatening to rip the organ from his chest. He threw the sheets away, and
tried to calm himself with deep breaths, but the scenes from his dreams – no, his nightmares
– flashed in front of his eyes over and over again. Maybe Malfoy was right –
maybe the bed really was haunted.
He pulled himself up, ignoring the
heaviness of his head. As soon as he was off the bed, he felt instantly calmer.
He could still remember the nightmares but they were no longer pining him down
with their weight. No longer crawling under his skin. It was no wonder Malfoy wanted to swap beds.
Harry looked over to his own bed. Malfoy
was fast asleep. It wasn’t fair that he got to have the unicorn space dreams
(Harry could only presume) in Harry’s bed, while Harry had scary death
nightmares in his. He walked over.
“Malfoy.” Harry prodded Malfoy’s side. “Malfoy.”
Malfoy grumbled as he slowly regained consciousness.
“Stop it, Potter. I’m sleeping.”
“I want my bed back.”
“I thought you said it wasn’t haunted.”
“I was wrong,” Harry said stiffly. He didn’t much like admitting it, especially not to his ex-rival whom he currently had the hots for.
Malfoy smiled, his eyes still closed. “Say
“I was wrong,” Harry repeated with a sigh. “Can
I have my bed back now?”
“I’m not going back there.”
“Well, neither am I,” Harry retorted. He
didn’t fancy another trip to the Forbidden Forest.
Malfoy rolled over to the edge of the bed,
his back to Harry. “Get in then.”
Harry knew he had heard wrong. “Excuse me?”
“Just don’t hog the covers,” Malfoy
continued, “and you better not drool in your sleep.”
Harry hesitated, looking back at Malfoy’s
bed. He already knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Not tonight. He suspected
someone had cursed it, and he was already planning his revenge for when he
found out who, but for now, there wasn’t anything else to do but sleep. And he
wasn’t going to get much on the floor.
Not to mention, the thought of sleeping
with – well, sleeping next to – Malfoy was all kinds appealing. Scary, and
awkward and embarrassing of course. But very appealing.
He climbed into the bed slowly, careful not
to accidentally touch or jostle Malfoy in any way. He didn’t want to seem like
he was taking advantage of the situation. He had no idea what Malfoy thought
about it. Thought about him.
Harry managed to orient himself in bed so
no part of his body was touching Malfoy’s. True - it left him almost falling off the
side, but it was a minor discomfort. A necessity to keep a healthy, platonic space between him and Malfoy.
When he fell asleep, he was pleased to
return to a journey of space travel with Draco on their magical unicorn.
But it was nothing compared to waking up
the next morning with Malfoy, the real Malfoy, snuggled into his chest, an arm
tightly clinging to his torso.
And that, in turn, was nothing compared to
when Malfoy sniffled in his sleep and mumbled: “Hmmm, Harry.”
Perhaps he wouldn’t be seeking revenge on whoever cursed Malfoy’s bed after all.
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE AND PHYSICAL FIGHTS.
“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.
“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”
“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.
Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.
From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.
“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.
Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.
Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.
Your best friend had raved on and on about asking his crush to the dance, and when he finally did it, you were the first he told. You pretended to be excited for him, and in a small way, you genuinely were. But when you thought of Liz slow-dancing with Peter instead of you, and him kissing her at the end of the night and not you, the excitement for him was largely overshadowed by sadness, because it would never be you. He would never have feelings for you.
So when you saw Liz walk into the Homecoming dance without Peter on her arm, your eyebrows furrowed. She walked around, greeting people everywhere around her, when she made her way to your group with Ned and Michelle.
“Hey guys!” She said excitedly and smiled, and you forced a smile back. She was a nice girl; you couldn’t deny that. She was good for Peter.
“Hey,” you said back. “Where’s Peter? I thought he’d be with you,” you tried to keep your voice casual, but Michelle caught your eye and smirked. She knew your secret.
“Oh, he’s in the car with my dad. He should be here soon,” she smiled again, dazzling one, before excusing herself to greet more partygoers. You turned around to face your two friends, fake smile still on your face.
“You okay?” Ned asked, a sympathetic expression on his face that you didn’t see often. He knew your secret too.
(It wasn’t much of a secret to anyone but Peter.)
“I’m okay,” you gave a real smile this time, and his eyes shifted to somewhere behind you. You stiffened, knowing your best friend was here. You turned around, seeing a panicked look on his face, but you knew that you were the only one who could tell his expression. You’d known each other for years; you knew all of his in-and-outs.
He went up to Liz and tapped her on the shoulder, and as he spoke to her, you saw his expression become guilty. You couldn’t see Liz’s because her back was turned to you, but you were sure it wasn’t pleasant. You saw him mouth ‘I’m sorry’ before sprinting through the gym doors and into the hallways of the school.
Before you knew what you were doing, you were running after him. You abandoned your shoes after crashing through the gym doors and followed him barefoot. “Peter!” You yelled and turned another corner, but he continued to sprint farther ahead of you. After yelling his name again and turning a few more corners he stopped in front of a set of lockers and turned around to look at you.
“(Y/N), go back to the dance,” he said, the panic now even more evident on his face.
“No,” you said stubbornly. “What do you think you’re doing? You’ve been looking forward to this for so long!”
He simply shook his head before grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you around. “You need to go. Now.”
“No!” You pushed his hands away from you. He looked at you desperately. “What is going on with you?”
He turned away again and mumbled under his breath, pacing back and forth.
“Peter,” you said his name again, softer this time, and grabbed his hand to stop his pacing. “I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything,” you say, ignoring the feeling erupting in your chest from him squeezing your hand.
“I know, I know,” he whispered and stayed silent for a few moments, staring down at your connected hands, before sighing, pulling away from you, and turning towards the lockers again. He bent down and pulled the bottom of the lockers, and you gasped in shock when the wall of lockers lifted up to reveal a small crevice filled with multiple things.
Peter pulled out a ball of red and blue fabric and unrolled it, then turned around to show you it. You stared at try fabric in his hands, seeing the spider on the front and the mask with goggles falling to the side. You stared at it, and stared at it, and stared at it, before it finally clicked. You had seen this suit on the news multiple times before, clad on a mystery man you had always found so brave.
You looked up at Peter and noticed his nervous expression matching yours. “Why do you have Spiderman’s suit, Pete?” You whispered, and you knew why he had it, you knew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to comprehend it.
“You know why, (Y/N),” he sighed and looked down at the wrinkled fabric in his hands.
“I need to hear you say it,” your voice was still quiet, and you looked down at the suit again.
“I’m Spiderman,” Peter finally said, and your resolve crumbled. Tears flooded your eyes and your vision became blurry, and a few tears fell down your cheeks. You weren’t sure why you were crying. You didn’t know if it was the betrayal of him not telling you, or the fear of him getting hurt, or something else entirely. But the tears continued to fall.
“(Y/N),” he sighed again, and pulled you into a hug. “It’s okay. Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know,” you sobbed and laughed and cried, and Peter hugged you and rubbed your back until you could compose yourself. You pulled back from him after a few minutes and wiped your face with your hands, sure you looked like a mess. “But why are you leaving now?”
He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time in the last few minutes. “You know the guy that I’ve been fighting? All the news channels have been talking about it. Or, who Spiderman has been fighting.”
You nodded. “That bird dude?” Peter laughed, a real smile on his face that made you smile too.
“Yeah, yeah, the bird dude.” He chuckled and looked down at his feet before beginning to back away. “I gotta go. He’s gonna steal from Mr. Stark’s plane, and I need to stop him.”
“But why now,” you stressed, taking steps closer to him. “It’s our Homecoming.”
“He’s Liz’s dad,” he said, not actually answering the question, and you gasped.
“Liz’s dad?” Peter nodded. “Does she know?” He shook his head, backing away again.
“I really have to go, (Y/N),” he said, and went to turn around.
“Wait!” You grabbed his hand again, and he looked at you expectantly. “I, um,” you wanted to tell him, you needed to tell him before it was too late. But you didn’t want to burden him before he went to risk his life. So instead of telling him what you desperately wanted to, you pulled him into a hug.
He breathed deeply, resting his chin on top of your head as you listened to his heartbeat under your ear. You pulled back the slightest bit to look him in the eyes. “Just… come back alive, okay?”
He smiled lightly and moved his hands from your back to your hands. “I always do.” He squeezed them once and let go, grabbing the suit from where he dropped it on the floor and running away from you. You sniffed loudly as he turned a corner, disappearing from your vision, and the sound echoed through the empty hallways.
You began to walk back to the dance, wiping at your face again and collecting your discarded shoes to make yourself presentable. And as you made your way through the school by yourself, you thought, Good luck, Spiderman.
****************** This is my first Peter piece that I’ve written in a while, so I hope everyone liked it! Feedback is always welcome! Requests for Tom Holland and Peter Parker imagines are open, so feel free to send one in!
Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.
Warning(s): Fluff & Angst
A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait
Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.
“You stopped here?”
“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.
Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.
“This is an abandoned building.”
“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”
Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”
Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”
“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”
@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she’s Tinker Bell’s daughter??
Word Count: 5251
Also, warning. I started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. It kind of turned a little angsty.
“…What? This is a joke, right?”
You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.
Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties
with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”
“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle,
you’d be totally for it?”
“No, of course not–”
You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried.
To. Kill. You.”
“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in
Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding
to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.
You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben.
“Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He
sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”
“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his
tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”
Their meeting was a little less meet-cute and a little more,,, meet-ugly sort of thing.
Mainly because they both read the situation very badly and ended up trying to kill one another. Completely accidentally, but.
And really, can you blame Tony? Their ship does crash-land in the middle of a crowded highway, and barely manages to avoid civilians. Then they pop out, and they’re armed to the teeth, looking pretty threatening and…well… alien.
People end up calling (what’s left of) the Avengers- which happens, at the time, to be Tony and Tony alone.
Except the Guardians crashed in Florida; when Tony got the call he was in New Orleans at a science convention, and the suit was still in New York.
But he went anyway. Suit or no suit, he had to try. He was the only line of defence now, after… everything.
So, armed with a sophisticated watch-gauntlet and a gun he always kept tucked in his jacket pocket, he takes the jet and leaves to try and stop them from potentially, y’know, annihilating the world or whatever.
Except things don’t really happen like that, in the end.
“Listen, what are the chances you’re gonna do as I say when I order you to drop your weapons and leave?” tony asks wearily, as he holds the gun at the biggest guy’s weirdly patterned face and the gauntlet at the woman holding the largest gun he’s ever seen in his life. He doesn’t even bat an eyelid toward the talking walking raccoon or… the tree…thing.
Just another day in the life, at this point.
Although it would be kinda embarrassing if he ends up getting murdered by the raccoon. What the damn hell would they put on his grave? Here lies Tony Stark- saved New York, but unable to protect himself from the dangers of the Mighty Raccoon?
As soon as he’d spoken, about 13 different weapons were pointed in his face. Which hardly made sense, considering there were five of them and they all only had two hands. But whatever.
“How’s about we ask you the same? Except more forcefully, considering we got all the guns,” the raccoon said.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Where the fuck would I go then, what with me being a human being who lives here? Just fling myself into the void of space? And yes, tempting as that might sound, I’ve been there done that. Not as appealing as I would have thought, to be honest.”
The five stared at him in confusion for a moment, before what looked to be the only actual human stepped forward, head cocked. His eyes were bright and beard scruffy- Tony thought it suited him.
Tony also thought he should probably focus on the task at hand, and his ever-growing chances of imminent death, rather than how pretty his opponent was.
“You’re just a human, huh?” Hot Scruffy Man asked.
Tony raised an eyebrow, and then pointed the gun at him when he took another step. “What gave it away? The fact that I have the same composition and structure as every other human on the planet? The fact I look just like you, who is also a human?”
“What was the other half, pure asshole?”
“Actually… kinda, yeah.” The Hot Scruffy Man paused, and then shrugged. “Daddy issues.”
Tony had a brief moment to wonder what the fuck he was doing before an involuntary snort of laughter had escaped out of him. “Yeah- rode that train before, buddy- still doesn’t explain why you’re on the planet I protect, waving your guns around at innocent people and causing millions of dollars worth in property damage.”
The team in front of him paused, and then the man looked back at the green lady, who just shrugged and put down her gun. “We were told there was an imminent threat to your planet. We were in the neighbourhood, so we thought we’d come save you.”
Tony stared at them, contemplating. “Where are your sources from?”
“The fine NovaCorps,” Massive Bulked Alien Dude spoke up.
Tony squinted, running a hand across his forehead. “Am I… supposed to know what that means?”
“Fancy space police,” Raccoon told him.
“You seen any apocalyptic aliens round here lately?” Hot scruffy Man asked him again, slightly confused now.
Tony just sighed. “Nope. And if there were, I would handle them. You can go back…wherever you came from, guys, it’s fine, Earth is fine-“
“You? You’re gonna protect the Earth? With your fancy little handgun and hand-firey thing?” The Raccoon laughed, and Tony scowled.
Luckily, because he had been counting the seconds in his head since he’d called it, he knew he was about to do something really badass, and it wiped the scowl off his face, replacing it with a little smile as he stared at the stupid talking Raccoon.
“No,” he said, shrugging as he heard the familiar whirring sound of metal moving at hundreds of miles an hour up ahead of him.
The aliens looked up, one of them pointing their gun at the source of noise, like it would do anything. But in the space of a few seconds, it had already reached its intended target, slowing down just enough to not vaporise his body and wrapping around him, every piece fitting in a way that made Tony want to give himself a round of applause.
“I’m gonna protect Earth with this,” he said, raising his two repulsors and loading them right in the Raccoon’s little face.
There was complete silence for a second, before Hot Scruffy Man made a noise that should really, for the sake of Tony’s sanity, be kept in the bedroom. “That was literally the coolest and most attractive thing I have ever seen ever. In my life.”
Tony couldn’t help himself; he smirked and cocked his head Hot scruffy Man. “Sweetie, I appreciate the sentiment, but you’re gonna have to keep it in your pants until we can sort this out.”
Green Lady sighed, and walked forward to smack Hot Scruffy Man around the back of the head. “You know what we talked about, Peter- no flirting with potential targets. It’s in bad form.”
“This guy certainly hasn’t got a bad form,” Hot Scruffy Man- Peter- nodded over to Tony and smirked.
Green Lady sighed, and then turned to Tony. “Listen. You want to protect your planet. We want to protect your planet. How about rather than pointing our weapons at one another, we try and… you know, do what we set out to do?”
Instantly, the smile slide off Tony’s face, not that any of them could tell behind the faceplate. “I work alone. Sorry. You’re gonna have to l-“
And that was when the world sort of exploded around them.
Without even thinking about it, Tony shot forward and wrapped his arms around the two closest to him- the Green Lady and Peter- rolling them to the ground and hoping that the rest of his team, especially the more flammable ones, were okay. Green Lady yelled at the sudden-ness of his approach, but Peter just sighed. “Here we go,” he muttered into Tony’s shoulder.
Tony was inclined to agree, there.
Half-way through the battle, Peter AKA Starlord AKA Galaxy’s Number One Asshole asked him out.
Tony looked at him for a good four seconds before he got tackled to the ground by… (Dracula? Dracker? He was having to learn the names on the go, and his mind was currently on other, more explosion-based things) the Massive Bulked Alien Dude.
“THAT IS VERY UNPROFFESSIONAL, PETER!” He yelled, before looking down at Tony. “Are you well? I thought you may have been hit with a paralytic beam of some sort.”
Tony nodded, and then sat up. “No paralytic. Just your team-mate.”
Massive Bulked Alien Dude nodded wisely. “He does tend to have that affect on people.”
“What? Endangering their goddamn lives on the field?”
Massive Bulked Alien Dude paused, and then shrugged as he rolled off Tony. “I was going to say rendering people speechless with his idiocy, but that too.”
“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m actually clever, Tony, I promise! Boyfriend material, right here!” Peter yelled across the battlefield, looking over to them and grinning as he shot an alien in the back of the head without even looking.
“You’re a god damn alien!” tony yelled back exasperatedly, trying to keep the smile off his face as he jumped high into the air and then landed on an unfortunate opponent.
“Yeah- think of all the new tricks I must know, then,” Peter countered, winking as he dived behind a car and then threw what must have been a fancy bomb over the bonnet.
Tony’s mind briefly short-circuited at that (Holy mother of God) astute observation- but he quickly regrouped and fired a repulsor at an alien attempting to sneak up behind Rocket. “I’m gonna need a few examples before I agree to anything, sweetie,” he replied.
Peter laughed and opened his mouth, but then the Tree hit him over the head. “Ow!” he complained, looking betrayed.
“I have enough issues dealing with one distracted team-member whilst in the middle of a battle, I will not be dealing with two! Cut the flirting out!” Gamora yelled, as Tony watched her utterly destroy two different aliens at once.
“She thinks we should be ‘professionals’ and ‘focus on the mission’ when we’re in battle,” Peter said grumpily, wiping a cut across his face and then shrugging. “I respectfully disagree.”
Tony had to cut the conversation short again in order to swoop up and laser his way into the main hull of the ship that loomed barely even twenty meters over the battlefield, but he still had the team in the comm that FRIDAY had patched him into. “So what about Monday? You sticking around until then?” He asked.
Rocket swore at them down the line, but Peter just laughed. “For you, baby, of course I am.”
“Good. I’ve got a meeting with… let’s call him an ex. Be nice to have an excuse to blow him off.”
Peter whistled, “Oooh, want me to sweep you off your feet and declare battle with him for hurting you? I’m always up for it.”
“Much as I would like to see that, he’s kind of peak physical perfection. Plus I’d rather just make out with you,” Tony admitted.
“That’s fair. I want to make out with me too.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yep- welcome to the Guardians- we’re all assholes here. You’ll fit right in,” Peter told him.
“I am GROOT!” Came a rumbling voice that Tony could hear even off the comms, and he looked down in time to watch the tree grab Peter around the wait and haul him, flinging him up in to the sky with a yell.
It was a perfect throw, to be fair to Groot. Peter’s momentum cut out just as he was level with Tony, who grabbed his shoulders and lifted his faceplate, just for a second, in time for Peter to plant one on his mouth with a grin and a raised eyebrow, before he began falling again, right into Groot’s waiting arms.
Through the comm, Gamora just sighed. “Idiots. All of you.”
i have a headcanon but i've never actually done this lance's family is actually dead. they all died tragically. the reason he was so upset and homesick is because every year on the date of their deaths, he goes and puts flowers on their graves and gives them a recap on what's happening. but he left on the blue lion close to that date and he knows he missed it. imagine them going back to earth and everybody is expecting this big family but instead they see lance talking to a bunch of tombstones
“Where are you going, Lance?” Pidge glanced at him from the comfort of her moms arms. The older woman having dragged her family into a hug the second they were released from the government after saving the earth from the galra.
“Ah,” Lance hummed, looking far too sad to be back on earth, “I’m gonna go see my family, I guess.”
Kieth raised an eyebrow. Right now, only Pidge’s family was with them. Strange, cause Lance had a big family- not that Keith ever payed attention to when Lance talked about them, he swears- and they should have been there by now. Hunk sighs, “Do you, ah, do you want us to come with?”
“Sure, Hunk, you guys can come. But first we need to pick up some flowers.”
After about fifteen minutes in a flower shop, the trio (Lance, Hunk, and Keith- Shiro was with Matt and his family and Pidge was with her family as well) made their way to a graveyard.
Keith stayed silent as the walked down the rows of graves. They stopped at one. It was marked “The Mclain family” then listing off about twelve names. Lance put the roses on the grave.
Summary: Shawn stays up late to finish one of his songs and a very sleepy y/n comes to check on him.
Fluff (may give you some feels)
A/N: It’s just something short and i hope cute enough to give you some feels bc I’ve been really into Shawn lately and wanted to write something but I had this huge writer’s block so yeah, hope you like it :)
Shawn was sitting on the couch in the living room of his flat in Toronto, which he now shared with y/n, his girlfriend. It was almost 2am, he had his favourite guitar on his lap, scattered papers covering the floor and the couch. You see, Shawn had this amazing idea for a song and he’s been sitting like that for the past 4 hours, coming up with new lyrics to accompany the melody.
He has finished writing another line and was about to try it out with some tunes, but let out a long yawn. He shook his head slightly and run a hand over his face before getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, to keep him awake for some more time.
He switched on small lights that were placed underneath the cupboards, so that he can comfortably maneuver around the kitchen, without stubbing his little toe. He took out one of his favourite mugs, that you got him for your first anniversary, and quietly placed it on the hard counter. Then he took the right capsule and popped it into the coffee machine. As he waited for the drink to be made, he lifted up his arms above his head and stretched. He slightly bended to the sides and then moved around his shoulder blades until he heard a not so pleasent sound, but that little pop from his spine made him feel much, much better. Sitting for hours hunched over his guitar and notes weren’t doing his spine any favours.
The noises coming out of the machine made him close his eyes and take a deep breath, hold it in and then exhale. Then a strong smell of coffee filled up the room, immediately making Shawn feel more awake.
While taking the first sip, which just burned his upper lip, he heard footsteps and a soft voice calling his name, “Shawn?”
“In the kitchen, love.”
A few seconds later y/n came into the room, dressed in one of his t-shirts and some underwear hidden underneath it, as it reached her mid-thigh.
“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?“
“I’m just finishing a song, I’ll be done so-”
“Shawn, it’s 2am. Baby, you’re overworking yourself again.” She run her hand up and down his back, his free arm wrapping around her shoulders, pressing her smaller form into his body.
Shawn pressed a gentle kiss at the top of her head, “Go back to bed, I’ll come to you soon.”
Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but a yawn escpaed her mouth instead so she shook her head. “Nah, you’re coming with me. I can see you’re tired, Shawn. Please, take a break and get some rest.”
Now it was Shawn’s turn to shake his head, taking three sips of his coffee. His hand was now resting on her hip and she wrapped her arms around his waist, sleepily resting her head against his broad chest.
“I can’t, it’s almost finished, I promise. Just one more hour and I’ll go to bed.”
Shawn heard a sigh leave y/n’s lips and then she stood on her tippy toes to press a little kiss just underneath his jawline.
“I’m too tired to argue so I’m gonna go back to bed. Come cuddle whenever you’re done, rockstar.” Shawn couldn’t help but smile and placed one more kiss on her lips, she hummed in agreement against his mouth, and then left the kitchen with Shawn following closely. He stopped in front of the living room when he saw y/n open the door to their laundry room.
“Love, that’s not our bedroom.” He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh, watching y/n stop in her tracks, pure confusion written over her face.
She mumbled a “what?” and quickly switched on the light in the room to, in fact, be faced with a washing machine and a dryer.
“Dammit,” she said before switching off the light in the laundry room, closing the door and going now in the right direction.
“Goodnight, baby. I love you,” Shawn called after her, a smile on his face, a warm feeling spreading in his chest.
Summary: You Facetime Tom after finding out from fans he cut his hair. Your phone was off while you were landing home from a flight.
Warnings: SWEARING LIKE ALWAYS :)
Word Count: 1,700+
A/N: 400 more till 3k!! I love you all so much :)
I turn 21 in 2 months c: Which means I can buy alcohol, meaning I CAN WRITE FREQUENT SMUT IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE CAUSE I LOVE SMUT
“So how was your trip?” Your mom asks happily through the phone. Reaching for your bag out of the carrier you tell her to hold on. Sometimes she calls you at the worst times. She onetime called you while Tom and you were having sex and wouldn’t stop calling till you picked up. Your mother was relentless sometimes.
“It went well mom, I’m just back to be in London” admitting the truth with a smile on your face. You loved it here because you got to live with the love of your life.
“How’s Tom doing? Anything new since Spider-Man Homecoming?” she absolutely adored Tom, she claims he’s the best you’ve had out of the guys you’ve dated.
“Yes he’’s actually working on another film, he’s been gone for two weeks while I was away as well so we’re both out and about” you explain as you walk down the plane aisle. You could hear her talking to your dad about Tom. Mentally wondering why she just doesn’t put you on speaker so he can hear too.
“Hey I’m going to go so I can focus okay? Plus Nikki is picking me up from the airport with Tessa” Saying your goodbyes you hang up your phone. Slipping your phone into your purse you make your way out of the gate. The sound of your suitcase clicking against the bumps in the carpet.
Walking past people to head towards the baggage claim. Looking at the time on your Apple Watch you walk a little faster. Nikki said she would be here at a certain time and you didn’t like making people wait. Turning the corner you go down the escalator descending to the baggage claim.
Hearing a bark makes you search the crowd of people. A little grey blob pushes people out of the way. Nikki’s red hair standing out as she took off after Tessa. Opening your arms you get tackled by your favorite dog in the world. Her tongue laps at your face making you giggle.
“Tessa my love, I missed you so much” her body wiggling in your arms as you tried calming her down. People were looking at the interaction the two of you were having. Grabbing her leash you stand back up.
Nikki opens her arms to you which you gladly take her hug. She gives the best hugs in the damn world. Letting you go she kisses both of your cheeks , she’s like a second mom. Tugging your free hand she pulls you along. She took your extra suitcase even though you tried to take it but she insisted. Leaving thankfully no one was outside, if Tom was with you it would have been a lot worse. He draws big crowds full of his loving fans.
“c’mon Tessa lets get in the car” opening the door for her she jumps inside. Taking your backpack and purse off you set them on the floor of the car. You hear clicking sounds and turn around to see people with cameras.
Getting in the car you close the door annoyed with the cameras. You don’t know how Tom does it all the time, it’s got to be truly exhausting having your every move watched. Even his family has to deal with it. Nikki tells you to ignore them and starts the car pulling out of the parking spot. Tessa jumps back onto the seat and lays down next to you.
Smiling down at her you place your hand on her head. Your thumb stroking her head slowly to her ears and repeating it. Watching as her eyes closed from your touch. God you love her so much, probably more than Tom.
Taking your phone out you see notifications pop up. Clicking on them you see Tom’s tweet and your heart stops. Going to his Instagram you see he hasn’t posted anything. Clicking on his tagged photos you see his fans posts. Scrolling through they’re all freaking about his Bye Bye Hair tweet.
Exiting the Instagram app you open your messages and clicking on Tom’s name. Looking at the messages waiting for some sort of explanation. Typing and retyping the message you want to send. Normally he keeps you updated but he hasn’t said a damn thing. When he does that you start to feel like a fan yourself and freak out.
So what’s with the tweet, care to spill the secret like you do with every Marvel secret?
Locking your phone you know it’d be a while to get a message back if he was on set. The ride home was filled with conversation about your trip. The two of you talked as Tessa slept peacefully. Nikki told you stories about the boys and how mischievous they’ve been. She says Paddy has been getting into the sweets more and has grown a sweet tooth recently.
Checking your phone you see there’s still no text back. You ask Nikki and she explains she has no clue. Apparently Tom hasn’t even told her which she thought was odd. You knew it was very odd because he’s such a momma’s boy.
Nikki drops you off at Toms and helps you with your stuff. After you and Tessa are all settled she tells you to come over for dinner. Apparently Harry has been working on something and wants the family to see. He knew you were coming back into town so he told Nikki to tell you since you’re practically family.
Hugging Nikki goodbye you shut the door behind her as she leaves. Picking your phone off the table you see notifications again. Some were from Harrison and your friends messaging you. The messages consisted of screenshots asking why Tom was cutting his hair. Your thoughts get interrupted by your ringtone you made for Tom. It was him saying quackson.
C’mon angel don’t be like that, let me give you a call xx
Rolling your eyes you connect your phone to the charger. Your phone starts ringing flashing ‘Meme King wants to FaceTime.’ Clicking the answer you see Tom relaxing with a hood on his head. Normally his curls peep out which make you narrow your eyes trying to see his curls. His smile distracting as he cheers happily to see your face.
“Ah there’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you darling” his voice making your heart ache, you miss him so much.
“Hey baby, I’ve missed you more..” you pout looking at him snuggle deeper into the couch. You could hear Harrison in the background talking. Tessa’s tags jingle as she jumps onto the L shaped couch.
“There’s my little one! I love you Tessa soooo much” Tom cooed into the screen making a kiss face.
“Tom so are you going to tell me what that tweet was about?” You ask turning the screen back to you. The seriousness in your face made his smile fall.
“I uh.. well I can’t keep it a secret from you anymore” He pulls the hood revealing his hair of cur.. there are no curls. Just short hair that he fixed with his hand. Your jaw dropping at the sight because last night you talked to him and all the curls were there.
“Christ, you don’t like it do you” Tom sits up fixing the angle he had the screen at. You were in shock because you haven’t seen Tom with short hair, the only pictures you’ve seen are from when he was little. Nikki likes to show you pictures from her archive whenever you see her.
“N-No baby, I’m just thrown off is all.. you look very handsome I’m just going to miss the curls” you give him a smile as you see his features relax. Did he really care that much about what you thought of his hair?
“I know how you like gripping onto them when I go down on you” he sighs tilting his head back. Your cheeks tinting pink from what he just said.
“Oi! I’m right here and you’re going to talk to her in front of me like that man? you two are like rabbits” Harrison’s voice fills your ears making you face palm yourself. God dammit Thomas.
“It’s the truth so now she has to wait for them to grow back” Tom defends himself laughing at his best friend. Harrison pops up behind Tom flipping you and him off.
“Awww Hazeroonie don’t be mad you don’t have a sex life” you tease sticking your tongue out. Harrison lets out a small scream taking off out of the frame.
“Okay yeah I’m definitely going to miss your curls now” you sigh thinking of the last time you two were alone together. Your thighs clamping together tightly at the thought.
“I’ll be home when I can love, I’ll FaceTime you every night till were together.. then when I’m home you can give me some personal FaceTime” his smirk making your heart rate pick up again.
“PLEASE GET A ROOM THOMAS” Tom’s head is then hit with a pillow causing him to drop his phone. In the background you hear the two getting into a little fist fight. Knowing them they’re going to sound like children any second with their banter.
“cut it out you twat I’m talking to my girl right now” Tom huffs after a slap sounds echoes through the air. The phone is kicked around making the room look like it’s spinning.
“Ow don’t pull my hair!” Harrison whines followed by a thud. Laughter filling the air making you sigh. These two were actual children.
Tom picks up his phone that fell from before. Harrison says he’s going to the store leaving the two of you alone. The two of you talk about how long it will be till you see each other again. It was hard while he’s away but you really enjoyed these FaceTime calls. It was the only time you’d see him when he wasn’t busy and it made the wait worth it.
Mafia!BTS Reaction: You Know Their Secret (Hyung Line)
Anonymous asked: Do you take reaction requests?? If so could u do a bts reaction where theyre in the mafia and try to keep it a secret from you but youve known for while and they just found out that you’ve known? tysm!!
A/N: I do take requests! I went kinda overboard, so I’m just gonna do the hyung line for now. Maknae line soon to
You had just taken a big bite
out of Jin’s latest dish. It was delicious and flavorful as always, but maybe a
little too much. You coughed, hitting your chest with one hand as Jin panicked,
rushing to bring you some water. After downing a whole glass, you breathed a
sigh of relief. So did Jin.
“I’m so sorry, honey! For a
second I thought I’d killed you.”
Still recovering, you weren’t
thinking as your next words tumbled out of your mouth.
“You’re a professional killer,
so it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
A long, heavy silence fell over
you both realized what you had just said. Horror twisted in your gut. Crap. How
could you cover this up?
“What did you just say?” Jin
asked, voice low with something very, very dangerous.
There was a long moment where
you both stood there, unmoving and unblinking, just staring at one another.
Then the panic settled in. Your breathing became quicker, your eyes wide. He
knew. He knew you knew. This was bad. He was angry. This was bad.
Jin took a step forward,
features softening as he approached you slowly, like one would approach a
“Darling, calm down. It’s—“
Thoughts still hazy, you turned
on your heel and made a break for the door, running as fast as you possibly
Jin was faster.
You barely made it out of the
kitchen when you felt his hand circle around your arm in a vice grip. In the
next instant, he slammed you against the nearest wall with terrifying strength
you had always known he possessed. You winced, screwing your eyes shut as you
looked down. You couldn’t look at him—you were afraid of what you would see.
Gentle but firm, his other hand
gripped your chin and made you look into his eyes. They were soft and gentle,
the same as they had always been. You felt yourself relax, just a little bit,
“I think,” he finally said,
“you and I need to have a little talk.”
You were home alone, so you
decided to take a long, much deserved bath. Eyes closed, you sighed as you
soaked in the steaming water. Then, you heard it. A loud bang and a crash from outside the door. Namjoon wasn’t supposed to
be home until very late that night, which could only mean it was a break in.
Your eyes snapped open and you
practically flew out of the tub, heart hammering in your chest as you thought
of your options. You knew Namjoon kept a gun in every room. It was how you
discovered his real occupation some time ago.
As quickly as you could, you
removed the bathmat at the base of the tub and felt around for a loose tile. Sure
enough, you search was fruitful. You grabbed the weapon and slowly backed away.
You didn’t want to use it, or even threaten anyone with it, so you stayed put,
hoping the intruder wouldn’t come into the washroom. No such luck. Soon enough,
the knob jiggled for a moment before the door was pushed open. With shaky hands
you put the gun up.
“D-don’t move! I’m not a-afraid
to use this!”
“Shit, baby, what the fuck?”
Namjoon stood before you, hands
up in surrender and eyes wide with shock as he stared at you in utter
disbelief. You could have cried at the
sight of your boyfriend. Shaking, you lowered the weapon. Then, enraged, you
lifted it again.
“You! You scared me half to death! What the hell is wrong
“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”
“Why do you have a gun?!”
“You’re in the mob and you’re
asking about your own gun?!”
You froze, realizing your
mistake. Namjoon stared at you, wide eyed. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge
of his nose as he slouched in defeat, almost as if he’d been expecting this. You
wouldn’t be surprised if he had.
“Ok, before we have this
conversation,” he said, voice exasperated, “could you please put the gun down? And maybe put some clothes on?”
You looked down at yourself and
blushed, placing the gun back on the floor and running past him into the
“If you like,” he said, voice
amused and suggestive, “we could save the clothes and the conversation for
Yoongi was still sleeping when
you decided to slip out of bed and make breakfast for the both of you. You were
flipping pancakes in the kitchen when you heard the unmistakable sound of a
knock on the door. You nearly jumped out of your skin, dropping one of the
pancakes in the process. Cursing, you turned the stove off and marched to the
When you opened it, you were
surprised to find two men you had never seen before standing in front of you.
You immediately stiffened,
thinking about Yoongi’s job. Did they know him? Were these friends or enemies?
Were they dangerous? Were you about to get kidnapped? You were so going to kill Yoongi if you got
kidnapped because of him.
You fixed the two men with an
“May I help you?”
The men looked almost as
surprised to see you as you were to see them. They shifted uncomfortably,
looking at one another.
“Uh. Is Suga home?”
‘Suga’ was Yoongi, you knew.
You also knew it was a name only his friends knew him by, if the papers you
found in his office were anything to go by. Still, you didn’t trust these guys
“Who are you?”
They looked at each other.
“Uh. I’m V and that’s Jimin.
“His underlings. Yeah, I know.”
You sighed, relieved when you recognized their names. “Sorry, but Suga’s—“
You jumped when you felt the heat
of another body pressed against your back. Yoongi was standing there, still
shirtless, using an arm to lean against the doorframe as he fixed the two
visitors with a glare.
“Whatever it is, it can wait
Without saying another word,
Yoongi grabbed the door and shut it in their faces. He sighed, still pressed
right up against your back. You squirmed, trying to step away from him, but
started when you felt both of his hands firmly grasp each of your arms. He
pressed further into you, leaning in until you felt his breath on the back of your
You shivered—out of fear or something else, you weren’t sure.
“How long,” he said, his low
voice practically a whisper as he spoke into your ear, “have you
known about this?”
You and Hoseok were getting some shopping done when you passed by a
department store, one of the very upscale and intimidating ones that you dared
not enter by yourself. So, naturally, Hoseok decided to drag you inside.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”
You rolled your eyes at his
antics, but obliged nonetheless. He was so happy, after all. While inside, you
found yourself surprised as something caught your eye. It was a beautiful
silver watch. You leaned over the glass case displaying it, admiring the piece.
You had always wanted one of these high-end accessories, but you could never possibly
“Like what you see, babe?”
You jumped, having almost
forgot you were here with your boyfriend. Smiling, you nodded, but shrugged it
off with a small, disappointed sigh.
“Yeah, but when in a million
years could I ever afford something like this?”
Hoseok blinked, staring at you
for a moment in thought before he spoke again, smile ever-present.
“I’ll buy it for you.”
You raised your eyebrows. Of
course, you knew Hoseok could afford
this sort of thing. He was a mobster after all, and a pretty damn successful
one, from what you gathered. But still, he didn’t need to know that you knew. So, you shook your head.
“If I can’t afford it, then you
“Yes, I can,” he replied,
“No, you can’t.” You glared at
him. “I don’t want it that bad, Hoseok.”
“Sure you do.”
“Babe it’s ok, I’ll buy—“
“If I want this watch,” you
snapped, irritation taking over you, “then I want it with good, honest money.
Not—“ you gasped, cutting yourself off once you realized what you said.
“Not what, babe?”
Everything around you seemed to
stop—the bustling department store seemed empty, the lights seemed dimmer. All
you could focus on was Hoseok, his eyes darkening while the smile remained on his
face. You had a feeling you weren’t the first person to be on the receiving end
of such a look. Your sweet, loving boyfriend was replaced with someone else.
He was terrifying.
Still smiling, Hoseok leaned
forward until your faces were centimeters apart.
“Sweetheart,” he said, his sweet voice laced with venom, “is there something you’d like to tell me?”
The apartment is dark, lights dimmed so you can set the mood for what you expect to be an emotional performance. Your laptop is plugged into the television and the screen is flickering, splashing colors across your face from a product commercial. Harry is across the world, about to premiere a song from his upcoming album on a popular talk show. Despite how excited you are to hear the music, you’re still nervous for him, as you always are. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll smash whatever he performs, but he always seems to get in his own way.
It had been exactly six days, four hours, and forty-two minutes since you had spoken to Peter or Ned. You didn’t really know how to act like a normal human being without their obnoxious tactics ringing in your ears of every second of every day. Especially since your small crush on Peter was slightly creeping up on you as the days passed on. They were your best friends, always had been. But, this time, it wasn’t a delicate topic, apparently.
You had walked up to them at lunch almost a week ago, clutching your lunch tray with both hands, a smile plastered on your face as you were excited as all to tell them your news about the algebra test getting pushed back to Thursday. All three of you stayed up so late the night before studying for that test, and by the end of the night, none of you had any idea what was going on, which was odd. You usually nailed math within three seconds. But not this time. So, your excitement was very evident on your face.
You approached them, Peter’s back slightly turned around as Ned followed the position, their eyes fixate don something clearly much more important than lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed on confusion as you set down your backpack next to you and your lunch tray in front of you, taking a seat at the gray lunch. Your stare becomes more intent, neither of the boys turning around to notice presence.
“Uh, hello?” you questioned, knocking your knuckles against the hard surface. All of the sudden, their ears perk at the the sudden noise, both heads turning around completely.
Eyebrows raised, you make direct eye contact with Peter, his brown orbs widening at the sight of your presence, “Oh! H-Hey, Y/N.”
Ned’s hair falls in front of his eyes, a guilty yet seemingly confused smile rolls over his lips, shoulders slouching a little, “Heyyyy,” he said, rolling out the ‘y’.
Your arms fold across your chest, suspiciously giving them a stare down, eyes narrowing as they slide from Peter to Ned, and back to Peter, “What are doing back there?” Your tone serious yet skeptical.
Peter shot you a weak smile, “Nothing!” he blurted out suddenly, eyes still widen at your suspicious glare. “We were just checking our work from Mrs. Smith’s lab yesterday.”
“Uh, no,” you interjected, shaking your head, looking at them as if they thought you were stupid, “We turned in our labs yesterday. They’re already graded, Peter.”
His mouth popped open and closed numerous times, looking like a gaping fish out of water, knowing he’d been caught so easily. You scooted up further on the sat, placing your folded arms on the table, “What were you really doing, Peter?” you questioned, your tension rising for the last time.
Ned shot up, belting out before Peter could say anything, “It’s nothing! We can’t tell you, Y/N. Like we really, can’t tell you.”
Peter looked from you to Ned multiple times before shaking his head up and down, signalling his agreement with Ned, “We just can’t.”
What was he hiding?
You felt your tension rise, ruining your previous thoughts, “I would never keep a secret from you two, ever,” you let out sternly, cracking your knuckles.
Lies. You’re such a liar.
Peter and Ned both looked at each other quickly before shooting you a guilty look for what felt like the thousandth time in a matter of five minutes. Your Y/E/C eyes pierced through Ned’s quickly, then shooting toward Peter’s gaze. Y/E/C pierced into his sparkling brown gaze and you felt disconnected with your best friend for the first time in your life. You share everything with each other, why not this.
You felt excluded and betrayed. Picking up your backpack, you roll your eyes in their direction once more before muttering, “Whatever. Guess we’re not as close as I had thought,” the words dripped like venom off your lips, anger bubbling deep inside you. You whisk away quickly, not looking back at what you had thought, your best friends faces.
The next few days, you felt the build up of tension between you and Peter. Every time he would see you in the hallway, he would give you a stern look before slamming his locker shut, ignoring your distant presence, and go to class. You began to realize your slight crush on him was fading, fast. You couldn’t believe how your two friends could keep anything from you, and Peter couldn’t believe you would be mad at him for something as little as an untold secret. He knew you would never keep anything from him, but this was just too big of a matter.
Or so he thought.
“Call Mr. Stark, Jane” you told your suit, yanking your mask off, revealing your sweaty face in the mirror gazing back at you.
“Calling Tony Stark..” Jane, as you liked to call her, initiated the call to Mr. Stark. You slumped down onto your bed, lying back on your pillow in complete exhaustion from this weeks past events.
“Miss Y/N, what can I do for you today?” Tony’s voice now evident in your ear.
You sat up immediately, wrapping your arm around your bedpost, “Yes, Mr. Stark, I was wondering if you had anything for me to possibly do? I’m very… bored,“ you said hesitantly but confidently, yearning for Tony to give you something to do to take your mind off everything going on around in your ‘normal’ life.
Tony’s breath was steady in the earpiece for a few moments before sighing heavily, "Okay, Miss Y/L/N, I have something, well someone I want you to meet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but haven’t gotten around to it. Another… project.”
Your eyes lit up and your heart quickened at the thought of another superhero, “Yes, Mr. Stark! I would love to! Anything I need to know about this other… project?” you questioned, arms bending down to take off your blue and yellow suit, preparing for the mission.
“Yes, actually. They’re around your age, kind of annoying. Rather… talkative,” he said with slight annoyance in his voice.
You chuckled lightly, “Bye, Mr. Stark see you soon!” you yelled a little too excitedly before ending the call as you quickly shoved your suit into your bag. As soon as your foot hit the door mat, your mind instantly began to wonder into thoughts of this other super-human.
What were they like? Were their powers similar to yours? Not many people can teleport and or telepathically communicate with one another. Were they a guy? Oh god, what if he’s hot? Well, may be nice to have some eye candy your age on missions. What if I know them? Oh, c'mon, that’s almost impossible.Th chances of that happening are like a billion to one.
When you arrived at Stark Tower, Tony leading you to your so called 'mission’, your excitement ran up and down your veins. Your stomach did somersaults ever second as your feet kept a steady pace behind Tony.
Interrupting your thoughts, Tony, turned around to speak to you, still walking, “So, Miss Y/L/N, I have had this in mind for quite some time now. I just thought with being the only two teenagers on the team, if you met someone similar to you, you’d feel more comfortable,” he continued, typing in a pass-code on a tablet as you approached a huge gray door.
“But, you know of Spider-Man, right?” he questioned, eyebrows raised at your nervous gaze. Your eyes widened as the name rolled off his tongue.
“O-Of course, I mean he’s a new legend here,” you attempted to let out calmly as Tony still looked at you. “I had no idea he was so young.”
“Oh yes, he’s your age. That’s who I wanted you to meet today, but not 'Spider-Man’. The character behind the mask.”
Your stomach’s somersaults picked up. Oh my god, Spider-Man is a legend. You were a new trainee, so you looked in awe at this young yet legendary person behind the red mask.
Tony opened one last door, turning to you and stopping once you were inside, “Okay, I’ll send him out here. You stay here,” he smiled slightly at you as your head nodded vigorously in his direction. He walked behind yet another large door to retrieve your new colleague.
Okay, act cool. He’s just someone who’s just like you. Tony may even send you on missions with these boy, so you got this. When he walks in, just stick your hand out politely and say to him, “Hello, I’m-”
Your ears instantly heard the familiar sounding voice echo into your ears like something so delicate it would hurt if you didn’t understand what was standing right in front of you. The scratchiness of the tone hit you like a bus, interrupting your thoughts. Slowly yet threateningly, you turned around, glistening brown was what hit you first as your best friend Peter Parker stood in front of you, holding the unrecognizable blue and red suit by his side.
“Oh my god. You’re a superhero?,” you let out, eyes widening at the boy standing in front of you.
Peter blinked rapidly, his mouth barely able to let out any words at your figure holding the blue and yellow suit, “I-I don’t even know what to say.”
You nodded your head in agreement, slowly walking towards him. Your heart rate sped up and your face turned a bright red, due to the fact Peter knew your secret and you know knew his. Your eyes captivated his in a gaze for what felt like years, your breaths now mingling at your close proximity.
You were surprised by your next set of actions. Lifting a hand towards his face, you set it on his face softly, your hands laying on top of his muscular jaw bone, your voice in awe, “I just can’t believe it’s you.”
He smiledsoftly at your actions, his eyes scanning your face, looking for some kind of explanation. You then realized you now knew what kept you two from talking for a week. Your lips curled into a sly smile, “So, this must have been one big lab Mrs. Smith had to grade.”
His expression switched to a joyful one, reaching forward to wrap his arms around you. You followed him, your arms enveloping him in a bone crushing hug as he muttered in your ear, “You have no idea.”
I couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened. Scott told me he loved me. He didn’t even realize he said it. He just said it and then went to lacrosse practice. Even worse now it seems as if he was avoiding me. I sighed slamming my head against my locker.
“ew you reek of desperation what’s got you so emotionally unstable?” My bestfriend Malia asked opening her locker that was beside mine.
“nothing it’s just that Scott might have said a thing but I’m not sure if he meant that thing he said and I guess if he didn’t mean it that would be okay but I want him to mean it and now I’m worried that he’ll be weired out that I want him to mean it and you know now he’s avoiding me which makes me think he actually didn’t mean it and I’m just so confused and that’s why I can’t stop rambling.” I said finally stopping to take a deep breath.
“well what did he say?” Malia asked slamming her locker door shut.
“well he said I love you.” I said looking at my shoes.
“wow.” She said looking at me.
“yeah I know.” I sighed again.
“well good luck with that.” Malia said walking away.
“thanks for all your help.” I called.
I let Lydia give me a ride home, I knew I couldn’t face Scott at least not yet. I was sitting at the kitchen island doing my homework when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Scott. He was smiling like the cute puppy that he is. I wondered if he was here to talk about the thing.
“hey did I leave my lacrosse jersey here?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes. Really Scott really?
“I don’t remember where I put it.” He added looking in his lacrosse bag.
“Yeah you don’t remember a lot of things lately.” I mumbled hoping he wouldn’t hear.
“wait what?” He asked stopping what he was doing and looked at me.
“No your jersey isn’t here. Need anything else?” I asked.
Scott gave me a confused look.
“are we okay?” Scott asked grabbing my shoulders.
“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll see you at the game tonight.” I said not looking at him.
“okay well I love you.” He said dropping his hands and picking his lacrosse bag back up.
My head snapped up as soon as the words left his lips.
“what did you just say?” I asked
“I said I love you. I told you earlier today. Did you not hear me?” He asked confused.
“I did but I didn’t think you knew you said it and then you were ignoring me and that made me think that you didn’t actually mean what you said and I was just so confused…” I started but was cut off by Scott’s lips on mine.
“of course I meant it. I wasn’t ignoring or at least wasn’t trying to I was just busy. But I mean it when I say I love you y/n.” Scott said resting his forehead against mine.
“I love you too Scott.”
It was as if my whole world was falling apart. I was trying to stay positive but the realization that my Stiles might be gone killed me. He was being possessed by an evil fox spirit and we had been trying everything to get him back but nothing was working. I was sitting on Scott’s couch as the pack discussed what to do next.
“killing him might be our only option.” Aiden said crossing his arms.
I stood up balling my fists.
“you even try to hurt him I swear to god I’ll take a handful of wolfsbane and shove it down your throat.” I growled at Aiden.
Aiden’s eyes got wide as I threatened him.
“look nobody is hurting or killing anyone okay were going to figure this out.” Scott said sighing.
I sat back down silently praying that we could get my Stiles back. I missed him. I missed how nervous he got around me and I miss how he geeked about everything. I was craving his touch and his lips. It killed me that he wasn’t here right now. The worst part is I think I’m in love with him and I’ll never get to tell him. Scott was about to say something else when the lights started flickering before going out completely.
“what’s going on?” Lydia asked panicking.
I heard Aiden growl and then glass shattering.
“It’s the oni and void, y/n Lydia get out of here.” Scott yelled.
I found Lydia’s hand in the dark and we started to sprint up the stairs. We got to the top but there was an oni blocking it. It pushed Lydia down the stairs before turning to me. I ran back down the stairs heading for Scott’s back door. I stopped seeing who was blocking the door.
“Stiles.” I breathed.
I knew it wasn’t him but I needed it to be.
“think again.” The void said laughing and approaching me.
I took a couple steps back but there was two oni members blocking me in.
“oops looks like you’re stuck here with me.” Void said laughing again.
I started to have a panic attack.
“Stiles please. I know you’re still in there. Please don’t do this. Stiles please.” I begged with tears in my eyes and in between shaky breaths.
Suddenly Void screamed. It looked like it was in pain.
“Y/n go now.” Stiles screamed moving out of the way.
“Stiles?” I asked with tears in my eyes.
“hurry up I can’t fight it for long.” Stiles said groaning in pain.
I knew at that moment I should’ve ran but instead I walked over and kissed his lips. I needed him and I knew that if I didn’t do it now I might regret it.
“please y/n I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.” Stiles said letting a tear slip down his cheek.
Stiles pushed me towards the door and I ran. I ran until I couldn’t see the house anymore. I stopped to take a breath when I realized…
I didn’t say it back.
“that was a close one.” I said wiping the sweat from my forehead.
“yeah speak for yourself.” my brother Scott said looking at the scratches that were healing on his torso.
“well you’ll heal.” Stiles said hopping in his jeep followed by Scott and myself.
We were trying to fight the alpha pack. Unfortunately our plan fell through so Ennis and Kali and the twins had chased us through the hospital. We managed to get away but not without a few bumps and bruises and well some scratches for Scott.
“Derek is going to lose his mind when he finds out.” Stiles said driving down the road towards Scott and I’s house.
“He’s not Scott’s alpha so it doesn’t matter.” I snapped from the back seat.
The truth is Derek acted like he controlled me all the time and it drove me crazy. Scott was my twin and I know he wouldn’t let anything happen to me but Derek for some reason thought he was incapable of protecting me. He treated me like I was a child. I couldn’t help without some comment from Derek.
“look Derek doesn’t have to know.” Scott said rubbing over his still healing chest.
“Damn Kali got you good.” I said looking at my brother with concern.
Stiles pulled in our driveway and we were met with the hard glare of Derek Hale. Isaac stood behind him with a guilty look on his face. Damn I knew I shouldn’t have told him our plan.
“hey Derek buddy what’s happening.” Stiles said getting out of the jeep.
I got out with him glaring at Isaac.
“where’s Scott?” Derek asked Stiles but was looking at me.
“In the car uh sleeping yeah he was real tired.” Stiles said rubbing his neck nervously.
Scott hopped out of the car his chest still not fully healed.
“It was my idea Derek. The truth is I thought we could do it without you but if were going to take down an alpha pack we need everyone.” Scott said walking closer to Derek.
“Do you realize how stupid you guys are? You could’ve gotten hurt or even worse killed.” Derek growled.
He was talking to all three of us but I could tell it was mostly directed at me.
“well Scott did get hurt.” Stiles said causing Derek to growl at him.
Stiles held his hands up in surrender.
“We’re fine Derek we don’t need a babysitter.” I said brushing past him and walking in my house and up to my room.
A few hours passed when I heard someone open my door. I looked up to see Derek leaning against my door frame. I rolled my eyes turning back to my physics homework.
“here to lecture me some more?” I asked not looking up from my homework.
“I lectured all of you.” Derek said.
“please I know you were specifically directing that at me.” I said rolling my eyes and standing up.
“oh yeah and what makes you think that?” Derek growled.
“because you always do this to me that’s what! Derek you treat me like a child, okay you yell at me for wanting to help and gosh it’s like I can’t do anything without you criticizing me for it! Scott can protect me okay I don’t need you to babysit me all the freaking time.” I yelled letting all of my frustrations out.
Derek stood there for a minute not saying anything.
“I know he can, honestly you don’t need Scott either you could protect yourself I know that.” Derek said his voice just short of a whisper.
“then why do you keep yelling at me?” I asked more confused now than ever.
“because I’m not good at this.” Derek said looking at my face now.
“good at what Derek?” I asked feeling my heart race from how close he was.
“look y/n I.” Derek started but stopped himself.
I sighed and turned around to go back to my homework but Derek grabbed my shoulder making me turn back around. In one swift movement he crashed his lips on mine pulling me close to his body. I kissed him back surprisingly.
“I love you.” he said looking down at his feet.
“Derek I don’t know what to say.” I whispered shocked at his confession.
“don’t say anything then.” Derek snapped turning around and walking out the door.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME?
“has anyone seen Isaac lately?” I asked my friends at the lunch table.
Isaac has been kind of distance since the whole thing with the Darach and well the alpha twins who have been torturing him.
“I think I saw him near the cross country course.” Allison said looking up from her lunch.
I gave her a smile before making my way outside. I was stopped by Ethan and Aiden.
“where’s your little boyfriend?” Aiden said invading my personal space.
“we’ve been looking everywhere for him, we got some anger to let out.” Ethan added smirking at his twin.
“leave him alone.” I growled balling my fists.
I was just a human, a tiny one at that but I would beat them up if I had to.
“ooh getting feisty aren’t we baby.” Aiden said putting his hand on my arm.
“get off of me.” I said trying to shrug his hand off.
suddenly I heard a growl coming from behind me. Isaac grabbed Aiden’s hand flinging him to the ground.
“get away from her.” Isaac growled shoving me behind him.
“oh yeah what are you going to do about it.” Ethan taunted while Aiden got up.
Isaac’s eyes turned their golden color and his claws started protruding from his hands.
“Isaac this is what they want, they want to get this reaction out of you.” I said grabbing his arm.
Isaac jerked his arm away before growling and running towards the twins. Ethan and Aiden took off running with Isaac close behind. I then took off after Isaac. I quickly lost sight of the three boys. I stumbled around in the woods until I heard a loud growl. I ran towards the source when I saw the twins holding Isaac by his arms. I looked around finding a sharp stick. I ran forward stabbing Aiden’s hand with it. He let out a growl dropping Isaac’s arm. Isaac grabbed Aiden throwing him into Ethan.
“I suggest you leave before I kill both of you.” Isaac threatened breathing heavily.
The twins smirked before leaving. Isaac turned to me now back to his normal self.
“are you okay? You shouldn’t have ran after them, that’s what they wanted.” I rambled checking his body for any signs of injuries.
“y/n i’m fine and I know but I couldn’t take him touching you.” Isaac said balling his fists again.
“look Isaac everything is okay, you can calm down now.” I said slowly unclenching his fists.
“no it’s not okay. I love you and their using it against me. I’m worried somebody is going to take you away from me.” Isaac said sighing.
I was silent for a couple seconds. This was the first time Isaac has told me he loves me.
“I love you too Isaac. I’m not going anywhere.” I finally said walking into his open arms.
I knew nothing could be bad now because Isaac and I loved each other and love was one of the strongest forces on earth.
It was about 3 o'clock in the morning when I heard a light tap coming from my window. I opened my eye looking at the clock before sighing. Whoever is waking me up at this time better have a damn good reason for doing so! I walked over opening my window to see my boyfriend Liam about to throw another rock.
“Liam it’s 3 o'clock in the morning what are you doing?” I asked looking at him.
He looked like he hasn’t slept in days. He’s been really different lately and I didn’t know what was going on. He wouldn’t tell me either. He just said that he was fine but I knew he wasn’t.
“can I uh come up?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“sure just let me go unlock the door.” I said turning from my window.
I heard a loud thud and suddenly Liam was in my room.
“how in the world did you…” I asked looking at him shocked.
“I’ve been practicing my jumping lately.” Liam shrugged sitting on my bed.
“Liam my room is on the second story.” I said looking at him.
“look that’s not important.” He said looking down at his feet.
I walked over sitting beside him. He looked so broken, it broke my heart seeing him so sad.
“Liam what’s wrong?” I asked grabbing his hands.
“I can’t sleep I keep having nightmares.” He confessed looking down ashamed of himself.
I pulled him to my chest playing with his hair.
“tell me about it.” I said softly.
“I keep seeing this creature it’s made of all bones and it’s trying to hurt you.” He said sitting up and looking at me.
I felt even worse now that he was having nightmares about me.
“Liam I’m fine babe. Nobody is after me okay and there are no bone creatures.” I said resting a hand on his cheek.
“if only you knew.” Liam said putting his hand over mine.
I was confused by his statement.
“knew what Liam. You know you can tell me anything right?” I said scooting closer to him.
It looked like he really wanted to tell me something.
“uh just that I love you.” He said pulling me into his arms.
“I love you too Liam.” I said cuddling closer to him.
I could tell he was keeping something from me though and I was going to find out what it was.
“Brett do you not see what this girl is doing to you?” Satomi screamed at her beta werewolf.
“She isn’t doing anything to me.” Brett defended.
I was standing hidden watching the whole thing go down. I knew Satomi didn’t like me but I never expected her to react like this.
“do I have to remind you what we are? Brett we are buddhist werewolves we don’t fight unless we necessarily have to are you forgetting that?” Satomi growled.
“it’s my fault not hers so stop blaming her for everything.” Brett growled back.
“she’s in a different pack, she’s dragging you in to their pack business. You keep getting hurt because of her. soon she’s going to get you killed. Not to mention she’s a former werewolf hunter.” Satomi seethed.
Her words stung. Brett was helping us a lot lately with the problems we were having in Beacon Hills with Theo and his chimera pack. I didn’t ask him too, he knew I could take care of myself but he insisted on helping. I tried my best to make sure he didn't get hurt. I was brainwashed by my grandfather into hurting werewolves but I’ve changed a lot since then thanks to Brett.
“she made some mistakes okay she isn’t perfect. But can I remind you that she saved all of our asses when the dead pool was going on. Lori and I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for her. I’m not getting hurt because of her, she saved me physically and emotionally and you can’t handle that I might actually be really happy Satomi.” Brett growled his eyes glowing their golden yellow.
Satomi growled back flashing her red alpha eyes. I finally stepped out of the shadows getting her attention.
“Satomi.” I said lowly.
She growled glaring at me. Brett came over pushing me behind him.
“look Satomi I know you hate me and I’m sorry for everything but I’m not that same girl I was. I don’t want Brett involved either and trust me I’ve tried to get him to stay away but he won’t. I promise to protect him Satomi, I promise to keep him out of things from now on.” I said quickly glancing at Brett.
Satomi’s eyes turned back to their normal color as she took some deep breaths.
“Satomi I love her.” Brett said looking down at me.
I couldn’t fight the smile that crept on to my face. Brett loved me.
“you love her?” Satomi said looking at him with a small smile.
“very much.” Brett confessed wrapping his arms around me.
“do you love him?” Satomi asked looking at me.
I looked up at Brett smiling.
“yeah I do.” I said cuddling closer to him.
“that’s all I needed to hear then.” Satomi said looking at the both of us.
“he’s not good for you.” Scott said grabbing my arm and forcing me to look at him.
“can we remind you that he tried to destroy all of us.” Stiles said shaking me.
“seriously you’re pretty and could have anyone yet you pick Theo?” Malia said throwing her hands in the air.
I rolled my eyes and started walking away from my friends, but really they weren’t acting like friends right now.
“uh excuse me young lady where do you think you’re going?” Stiles said blocking me from leaving.
“Stiles move.” I growled trying to move him.
“Not until you tell me where you’re going.” He said stubbornly.
“except you’re not my father I don’t have too.” I said gripping his arm and moving him finally.
I may be a girl but I was strong and without the help of supernatural abilities.
“that’s a strong grip you got there.” Stiles said looking at his now red arm.
“look guys I know what you’re thinking but Theo is different okay He’s changed. He did also help us defeat the ghost riders are we forgetting about that? He’s hurt and he’s going through a rough time adjusting so could you at least give him a break.” I said looking at my friends faces.
“I don’t mind Theo.” Liam said finally walking in the room.
“see Liam knows what’s up." I said patting Liam’s shoulder.
"see you guys.” I said walking out the door.
Theo picked my up in his truck and we drove to an abandoned warehouse. On the way there we made small talk. He didn’t ask about the pack and I didn’t tell him anything.
“why are we here?” I asked looking around at the abandoned lot.
“thought we could be alone.” Theo said leaning in and capturing my lips in a kiss.
I didn’t waste time in kissing him back. Theo put his hands under my shirt lifting it over my head. I crawled over to his lap not breaking the kiss. Theo moaned as I moved my lips to his neck. That’s when I saw the pillow and blanket in his back seat.
“Theo what is that?” I asked pointing to his backseat.
He looked at me and sighed.
“It’s nothing y/n.” He said pulling my lips back on his.
I quickly pulled away not wanting to drop the subject.
“Theo are you staying in your car?” I asked looking in his eyes.
He looked so lonely so broken.
“does it matter?” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“what do you mean does it matter of course it matters!” I said moving back to the passenger seat.
Theo was about to respond but a knock on the window interrupted him. He rolled down the window to be met with a gun to his face.
“Theo.” I said my voice shaking.
We looked around and the car was surrounded by people but not just any people, hunters.
“Theo.” I said again this time with tears in my eyes.
Theo raised his hands in surrender.
“get out wolf boy." The hunter said with a grim voice.
He started to open the door but I quickly grabbed his arm.
"y/n stop. If I don’t get out they’re going to hurt you. Now you listen to me okay. I’m going to get out and you’re going to jump in the drivers seat and get the hell out of here. promise me you’ll do that.” Theo said looking at me.
“No Theo you can’t they’ll kill you.” I said now fully sobbing.
“god damn just promise me” Theo growled.
“I promise.” I said my voice cracking.
“just remember that I love you okay.” Theo said kissing my lips before getting out of the car.
I did what he said quickly getting in the drivers seat and backing his truck out of the lot. I still heard the gunshots feeling my heartbreak after each shot was fired. I silently prayed that somehow he would survive because I loved him too.
so I wanted to try this out and I actually like how they all turned out. Comment if you think I should do more of these!
jimin x reader | feat. jung hoseok genre/warnings—
angst, implied smut, mature content, unrequited love, cheating, friends to
lovers, mixed povs words— 7,554
:: summary— Jimin has been in love with
you, his best friend, since as long as he can remember. Struggling with his
feelings he makes a terrible mistake, but maybe there’s a silver lining…? Maybe
he can make you see what’s right in front of you…