My dad was a mechanic for 20+ years, and for as long as I can remember, I drove him nuts because I would go around the house with a screw driver he left out and take everything apart because I wanted to see how it work. As I grew older I developed an affinity towards computers and electronics, which led me to be “that kid” in High School who changed his grades, crashed the school districts servers, and used the NETSEND command with great success. I would spend my weekends either with my grandparents and uncle working on science projects or dragging my dad outside to help me fix my car (which consisted of him telling me that he would help once I got it taken apart). Those “figure it out” lessons were the probably the greatest gift he could’ve given me growing up.
I joined the US Army in 2004 and went into communications or “commo” for short (25U) where I managed to go from PVT (E1) when I joined to SGT (E5) by the time I returned from my deployment in 2006. After returning home, I was subsequently transferred from a Light Infantry Unit (walking everywhere) to a Mechanized Infantry Unit (Riding in an armored vehicle everywhere) and placed in charge of the Battalion Commo Shop as the current person running the commo shop was scheduled to retire in a few months and I was the only other NCO. This is where things got interesting and my Commo vs. Mechanics ProRevenge story starts…
“I always thought quicksand was gonna be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be”
“if you watch cartoons, quicksand is like the third biggest thing you have to worry about in adult life behind real sticks of dynamite and anvils falling on you from the sky.”
“I think I’m becoming more like my mom. I was watching Access Hollywood, and one of the reporters said ‘up next we have and exclusive interview with Sandra Bullock’s former husband, Jesse James.’ And out loud I went ‘uhg! This oughta be good!’”
“One time I was in bed and my dad came in and said ‘good night (name) did you brush your teeth?’ And I said ‘yes’ but here’s the thing… I hadn’t.”
“If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see that I did not purger myself.”
“She would just make wild accusations all day long and wait for something to stick.”
“My mom would blame me for things that happened on the news. That is true.”
“(Name) I have been here all night! You can feel the tv, it’s warm.”
“Luckily I had a good alibi because I was in Wisconsin and twelve.”
“My brothers and sisters and I had this babysitter when we were kids and I was in love with her.”
“Why was she in charge?!”
“That’s just like hiring a slightly bigger child.”
“That would be like if you were going out of town for the week and you paid a horse to watch your dog.”
“Why do people shush animals? They’ve never spoken.”
“This is the height of luxury!”
“Lost in New York? The streets are numbered! How did you get lost in New York?”
“It’s a grid system motherfucker. Where you at? 24th and 5th? Where you wanna go? 35th and 6th? 11 up and 1 over you simple bitch.”
“When I was in grade school I was bullied for being Asian American and… the biggest problem with that… is that I am not Asian american.”
“On the first day that he met me, the guy that is now my best friend went home and said ‘papa, today I met a boy with no eyes’ and that was me.”
“Thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day.”
“8th graders will make fun of you but in an accurate way.”
“No! that’s the thing I’m sensitive about!”
“First off: no.”
“If you’re comparing the badness of two words and you won’t even say one of them, that’s the worse word.”
“Midgets were never enslaved! Unless you count the Wonka factory!”
“It was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA.”
“Here’s how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the 30s: as long as you weren’t still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.”
“Oh good it has a mind of its own, that’s very reassuring.”
“It’s 100% easier not to do things, and so much fun not to do them. Especially when you were supposed to do them.”
“In terms of like instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.”
“I’ve never been killed by hit men, so I don’t know what it’s like in the moments right before you’re killed by hit men, but I bet it’s not unlike when you’re on the subway and you realize that a mariachi band is about to start playing.”
“It doesn’t have to be right, it just has to be short.”
“A hero is any man that does his job.”
“A bozo is any man that cheats on his wife.”
“I went into the room to get the massage and the woman there told me to undress to my comfort level. So I put on a sweater and a pair of corduroy pants, and I felt safe.”
“Hey mister! I found your treasure!”
“If I got a plate of crack for the table would you have some?”
“I have a girlfriend now myself, which is weird because I’m probably gay, based on how I act and behave and have walked and talked for 28 years.”
“I think I was supposed to be gay. I think in heaven they built like three quarters of a gay person and they forgot to flip the final switch and just sent me out.”
“Everyone get out of my way! I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.”
“You want me to do what?”
“We’ve been going pretty hot and heavy lately, I think it’s time we brought in two older catholic people.”
“I listen to everything my girlfriend says. I don’t mean she bosses me around, I just mean that before I had a girlfriend, I never had someone who was always standing next to me and could just point out obvious things that are happening.”
“I don’t look like someone who used to do anything.”
“Oh hey, (name), would you like an old turnip we found in a cabinet? Would that be good for you? Would you like that? I know you don’t drink!”
“I’m really sorry about last night, I was just so drunk.”
“I’m really sorry about last night, it’s just that I’m mean and loud. It probably will happen again.”
“I don’t drink anymore because I used to drink too much and I would black out and ‘ruin parties’ –or so I’m told.”
“ I was 20 and I was at a party at someone’s house and I blacked out drinking and someone came out of one of the rooms at this party holding an old antique bottle with some liquid in it and they said ‘hey, is this whiskey or perfume?’ And apparently I grabbed it, drank all of it and said ‘it’s perfume.’ And it was.”
“(name) was an asshole and one weekend he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do if you’re an asshole.”
“Okay, lets go over there and destroy the place.”
“I walked into this party, everyone I had ever met was there and everyone was drinking like it was the end of the world.”
“People were drinking like it was the civil war and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off.”
“They had a pool table in the basement, one kid got a running start and threw his body onto the pool table and broke it in half.”
“I’m standing in the basement and I’m holding a red cup - you’ve seen movies - and I’m starting to black out. And I guess someone said like ‘something something police’ and in a brilliant moment of word association, I shouted ‘FUCK DUH POLICE’ and everyone else joined in. A hundred white, drunk children yelling ‘fuck. duh. police’ with the confidence of guys that have like already been to jail and aren’t afraid of it anymore.”
“My friend – who is now a father, this man now has a baby – grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground and yelled ‘SCATTER!’ And everyone ran in different directions.”
“I ran into the laundry room and hopped up onto the washing machine and climbed out a window into the back yard and I’m running through the back yard and there’s this huge chain link fence and I thought ‘I have never climbed a fence that high before!’ And then I woke up and home.“
“And I said ‘no’ you know, like a liar.”
“And I had that thought, that only black out drunks and Steve Urkel can have: did I do that? I figured no, I wouldn’t have done that, but I was never sure.”
“he takes me into his bedroom and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom- never a good thing to have.”
“WHY? WHY DO YOU DO THIS?”
“Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace.”
“That’s the end of that story but how fucked up is that?”
“I was going into my building late at night and in front of my building I saw a wheel chair knocked over on its side, with no one in it. That’s a bad thing to see. Something happened there, you hope it was a miracle, but probably not.”
“That wasn’t what I was telling you, but alright, let’s talk about this entirely new topic.”
“Excuse me, I am homeless, I am gay, I have AIDS and I’m new in town.”
“That is not the most dramatic thing that you just said.”
“Hey would you help me out? I’m very gay, I’d like a few dollars.”
“Yeah that’s the type of lowbrow shit I’m looking for.”
A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X
Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.
Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.
“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”
Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.
“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.
“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”
“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”
“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”
“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”
The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.
“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”
“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.
You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.
He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.
“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.
“I think Ava will figure it out.”
“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”
“Mason, who’s Liam talking too?” You asked him, coming up right next to him, and watching the scene.
“Uh, that use to be his best friend when he was at Devenford Prep,” Mason explained as you nodded.
Your furrowed your eyebrows as Liam clenched his fists at the group that got off the Devenford Prep bus.
“Liam,” you called, heels clicking on the ground as you walked over to him. The groups attention turned to you, but you paid no mind. Keeping your attention on Liam, who could accidentally shift at any moment
When Liam faced you, you saw his eyes flash with relief, and you saw him unclench his fists.
“Are these boys bothering you?” You asked, making Liam glance over at them for a second, before shaking his head, “You should go then. You can talk to them after you dominate their asses tonight.”
“Yes ma'am,” He mock-saluted, smirking before kissing your cheek and heading back to Mason. You faced the leader, who was quite attractive, with light brown kind of quiffed hair, and pretty blue eyes, and a cocky smirk on his face.
“I’m Brett,” He held out his hand, still smirking. You just looked at him with pursed lips.
“And I don’t care,” you replied, before joining Liam and Mason.
L I A M :
Scotts House (y'know when they basically kidnapped the poor boy)
“What?” You basically growled into the phone, after being rudely awaken, “Stiles it’s fuckingmidnight.”
“Listen we need your help, please come to Scotts house,” Stiles said anxiously before hanging up and leaving you confused.
You groaned, but quickly got up and slipped on shoes before making your way over to Scott’s house which was right next door.
“Scott what’s going on?” You asked as soon as the front door was shut.
“Check the bathroom please,” He said, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, once again.
Opening the bathroom door, you gasped upon seeing a cute, young boy duct tapped in the bathroom.
“Oh my god! What did you guys do?” You all but screamed at the boys who were standing there sheepishly.
“I-I bit him,” Scott said, “If I didn’t, he would have died!”
“Oh shit,” You sighed, before going back into the bathroom.
“Liam, is it?” You asked, kneeling beside the tub as he nodded, “I’m Y/N, and I’m going to take off the duct tape so please don’t scream.”
T H E O :
You have to tutor him
You stood nervously as you and your teacher waited for the person you were suppose to tutor. Your teacher never said who the person was, and you were just hoping it was someone you could stand.
“Sorry I’m late,” A voice broke you from your daydream, and you let out a small groan, when you realized who it was. You had to tutor Theo Raeken, one of the schools ‘hottest’ guys, who was also really cocky. He sent you a smirk, as our teacher cleared her throat.
“It’s alright, Mr. Raeken,” She smiled, before motioning toward you, “This is Miss. Y/L/N, she will be tutoring you.”
“Lucky me,” He mumbled, not even bothering to discreetly check you out.
J A C K S O N :
You’re Dannys’ Sister
You paid the taxi driver, and grabbed your bags, staring at your house as the taxi took off. You haven’t seen your house in almost six years, due to being at Boarding School. Letting out a sigh, you marched up to the door, and knocked, praying it would be Danny that answered. Your pray wasn’t answered when a quite attractive boy that held the 'rich boy’ vibe answered.
“Can I help you?” He asked, with a raised eyebrow while you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, knowing damn well that your family hasn’t moved.
“I’m looking for Danny, is he here?” You asked awkwardly, but he nodded his head, and called for Danny. A smile stretched across your face as you heard your twin brothers’ obnoxious, loud footsteps.
“What do you wa-” Danny cut himself when he laid his eyes on you, “Y/N!!”
He tackled you into a hug, and tears fell from the both of you. Being away from your twin for almost six years was hard.
“What are you doing here?” Danny asked, pulling away, but pulling you inside with your bags.
“I’m back,” You replied, grinning, before letting out a laugh as he twirled you around in happiness, “Now who’s this?”
You motioned to the rich boy from earlier, who was still standing by us, looking awkwardly.
“Oh, Y/N this is my best friend, Jackson. Jackson, this is my twin, Y/N.”
M A L I A :
You found her
“Come on,” You mumbled to yourself as you chased this werewolf/coyote. You were positive this was the missing girl, Malia. You finally managed to tackle her, only for her to throw you off. Only this time, she didn’t run away after.
“It’s okay, Malia. I’m not going to hurt you,” You told the animal gently, as you felt yourself shift back into your human form.
Something in your voice set her off, because next thing you knew was there was a confused, naked girl in front of me. You met her gaze as you took off your hoodie for her.
“Here, take this. You must be cold,” You tossed her the hoodie, which she put on immediately, “Malia? I’m Y/N, why don’t we get you home.”
C H R I S :
Being in the mood for baking, you decided to run to the store for the supplies, only to run into a problem. The essentials you need are located on the very top shelf, which you couldn’t reach.
“Ughh,” You stomped you foot in frustration, as you stood on your tip-toes to grab the items, which failed.
Suddenly a hand reached from behind you, grabbed the items and handed them to you.
“Thank you, uh,” You turned to the mysterious man, who was older but quite attractive either way with little stubble on his face.
“Chris, and it’s no problem really. Couldn’t leave a pretty girl like yourself struggle,” He chuckled as you turned red.
“Well, Chris, I’m Y/N.”
P E T E R :
You’re Dereks’ Best Friend
“I don’t see why don’t just tell her,” You plopped down next to your best friend, who was staring at your other best friend and his girlfriend, Paige.
“Hey, give me that,” You pouted as he stole back his Reese cups. He split one, and gave you half, while also ignoring your question.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” You observed as he sent another longing look toward Paige.
“Of course he is,” An older man with black hair and pretty blue eyes said, plopping down across from Derek, sending you a smirk.
“Who’s this dick?” You questioned, making Derek laugh and shake his head.
“I’m Peter Hale,” He leaned closer to you, earning a dirty look from yourself as you leaned back, “And who are you, beautiful?”
“Aaaand I’m out,” You said, glaring at Peter, as you stood up.
“Ooh a feisty one, I like her,” You heard Peter say as you walked toward Paiges’ table.
Summary: You’re tired of being innocent, so you take matters into your own hands with your best friend.
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 1071
A/N: This is updated every Monday… Expect smut in the next part ;)
You would kiss the only boy you were comfortable with. Tilting your head up, you pressed your lips hard to Jungkook’s.
He froze on contact. Jungkook’s lips were soft and plush beneath yours, slowly, you began to massage his lips with yours, hoping he would get over the shock and kiss you back, but he remained frozen against you.
a little happy birthday to the wonderful man that is Harry Styles. This is part 1. Part 2 should be out this weekend if all goes to plan, also be warned that there is some sexy stuff in this so if youre not comfortable reading it feel free to skip over it.
EDIT: Part two is out. Its called ‘Cant Sleep’. There is also going to be a Part 3, although i cant tell you when thats going to be coming out”
It was early afternoon when you got the call
from Gemma. You had been folding laundry and putting it away on a lazy Sunday.
The flat had been empty with the exception of you for the entirety of the
weekend as your flatmate, Nora, who you had known since starting at the same
school aged 13, had been at home with her parents for the weekend, and Harry
had been away in Los Angeles for the last week, and was returning tomorrow
rang the familiar ring tone and you stopped folding to answer it.
All good with you?” You heard an excitable voice through the line.
yeah all good here! What about with you?”
“I’m good, I’m
good. Listen, Mum, Robin and I are planning on a long weekend away in the
Maldives, with Harry for his birthday. We’ve booked this gorgeous villa, on a
private beach” You nodded to yourself as you listened to Gemma talk. “It’s
going to be so good. Anyway, Mum was wondering, and I think we all know that
Harry would love it too, if you wanted to come?”
“She has your looks Harley. Wardrobe needs some updating though.”
“She’s so pretty Mista J! Like a little doll.”
You grit your teeth when the laugh comes out. “Look at us! One. Big. Happy. Family.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Giving him anything for ammunition is a bad idea, and you’re already in a bad enough state. He takes a chair, and sits down in front of you. He pats your cheek, “We could have been a family before now, ya know? But your idiot mother gave you up. Can you imagine, a mother giving up their child?” You watch out of the corner of your eye as you mother flinches. “But don’t you worry, we won’t be separated anymore. Not now that daddy knows about you!”
Silence engulfs the space for a minute before he says, “First things first Harley! A change of clothes. We need a family look! I’ll leave you to it.”
She smiles, “You got it Mista J.”
You say nothing as Joker leaves, and Harley starts rooting through a trunk, tossing out clothes as she goes. Your voice is quiet, “You did the right thing.”
She turns to face you, and cocks her head. You elaborate, “Leaving me with my mother …your sister. You gave me my best chance.”
Her face turns to one of anger, and her hands connects with your cheek, “She’s not your mother! I AM!”
You shake your head, to recover from the slap, and you see the horror on her face as she realizes what she’s done. It’s nowhere nears as bad as what Joker’s done, but you know you have to play off of it. She reaches out to touch the now swelling cheek, and you flinch. Quietly you say, “I didn’t think you were the same.”
She stares at you, “What?”
“I didn’t think you’d hurt me like he would. You kept me safe. First for those nine months, then again when you gave me to your sister. I wouldn’t have lived to see my first birthday if you had taken me to him.”
She shakes her head, “That’s not true, Mista J, your daddy …”
“Would have killed me for crying. He’ll kill me now.” You take a deep breath, “Mama, look at me. Look at what he’s done to me. To you. He’ll kill us.”
Her lip quivers, “We’re going to be a family.”
You shake your head, “No. We’re not. I can’t do what you do. I can’t hurt innocent people.”
“It get’s easier.”
“Is that really what you want for me? For killing to be easy? For bad things to be easy? Aunt Libby said you wanted the best for me. Was that as lie?” You can see her wavering, “Don’t you love me mama?”
A second later her arms are around you, “My baby, I’m so sorry my baby.”
You take a deep breath, “Ivy sent me to you mama. She’s gave me something to help us get safely out, but you need to untie me.”
The ropes are cut a moment later, and you reach up to your ear. You remove the small plant that’s twisted around there, and whisper, “I have her Ivy, and we need help.”
The onslaught of plants that follows is massive. And Joker’s screams of terror are even worse. When that giant Venus fly trap appears and swallows you, you start to hyperventilate. Harley pulls you close and rubs your back, “It’s okay baby, we’ll be out soon.” she says.
Sure enough it opens into a greenhouse, with Ivy waiting for the both of you. What follows is hours of vaccinations and treatments of your wounds. While she can’t heal the broken arms, she can heal the bruises and cuts. You watch on the TV as Batman and the boys take the Joker down.
You fall asleep at some point, and when you wake it’s to Harley running her fingers
through your hair. You blink at her, before sitting up. “What time is it?”
“Little past one …in the afternoon.”
“I missed school.”
She nods, “Sorry about that.”
“One day won’t kill me.”
There’s silence before she says, “Ivy told me how you came for me.”
You look her in the eye, “I won’t do it again. When you keep making the same mistake over and over again, it’s no longer a mistake. He beats you mama, he beat me. He doesn’t love us. We’re possessions. I can stay out of his hands. I know I can. The question is, can you?”
“Snooks …” You raise an eyebrow at the nickname and she gives sad smile, “I kept you for the first three months, ya know? Figured I could really do it. Then some bastard recognized me, and Mista J’s enemies were on my ass in a heartbeat. That’s when I knew. But that was my nickname for you, Snooks.”
You sigh, “I can’t be around you if you’re going to go back to him. You have to choose, me or him.”
She gives you a smile, “You can’t stay with me.”
“No, but I can visit. If you stay here. If you stay out of trouble, I’ll come by twice a week. We can have a relationship. But he can’t be a part of it.”
You watch her hesitate before she says, “I choose you, Snooks. I’ll stay here.”
You nod, “Thank you mama.”
Damian is waiting for you when you get home from the hospital. You’ve got a brand new cast, and orders to rest. Your parents say nothing, as he follows you up to your room. He says nothing, as you cuddle with him on your bed. You fall asleep, and when you wake up it’s to Damian drawing on your cast.
He shrugs, “I got bored.”
There’s a moment of silence before you ask, “You know?”
He nods, “I know.”
“Sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Takes time. Hell, you know my story.”
“So, does Jason hate me?”
“No. Something about poetic justice or something.”
You nod, “Hmm. She’s staying with Ivy. Says she chose me.”
Damian’s question is a whisper, “Think it’ll last?”
“I don’t know.”
Harley’s promise to you lasts a long time. She stays with Ivy for years. You see the relationship there, it makes you smile. She goes out occasionally, covertly, and usually with Ivy. You keep your distance as Nightengale when she shows up. And so does Damian. Eventually you bring him along. He calls the women psycho’s they think he’s adorable.
“So when are you going to do something about that?”
You stare at your mother, “Do something about what?”
“Damian.” You blanch, “He’s my best friend. My brother. Nothing more.” She gives a pout, but you have nothing else to say. It’s true. Damian is your brother, and neither of you wants anything more.
The day your mother breaks her promise is the day Joker escapes from Arkham. He kidnaps your adoptive mother, and nearly kills her. That’s when Harley seeks him out. You arrive on the scene too late. You find them dead, they’d fallen from high up, and the broken necks explain everything.
You leave your father for the crows, but your mother … You bury her on a hill outside the city. A place where the sun shines, and it’s quiet. It seems odd that the sun shines so brightly on the day of the funeral, but you don’t question it. You stare at the headstone, with Ivy on one side of you and Damian on the other.
After a moment you say, “She’d hate it out here.”
Damian cracks a smile, “Too boring.”
Ivy laughs, “The last years of her life were like that. She’d grown accustomed. How’s your mother doing?”
“Good, mad the doctors wouldn’t let her come. Dad’s keeping her in the hospital for therapy though. Doctors say she’ll make a full recovery.”
Ivy hmms, “You two were the most important things in her life.”
You nod, “She was a protector at heart. Spent her whole life protecting her sister and then me.”
You watch vines wrap around the headstone before Ivy says, “I’ll see you Thursday Arlecchino.”
When she’s gone Damian says, “You’re keeping up with the visits?”
You shrug, “She seems to do less harm that way.” The two of you begin walking towards his car, “Haven’t you noticed the drop?”
“Yep, just figured Harley was keeping her busy.”
You smile, as you climb into your car. You’d been haunted by your parent’s past your entire life. Then you’d met Damian Wayne and that had slowly changed. You’d found yourself, and relationship with your mother before she’d died. It was time to move on, and create a new legacy, as Nightengale, and a force for good.
Imagine Chris and the Avengers cast talking about you on Jimmy Kimmel.
You settled in your hotel room bed and turned on the television just in time to catch your husband, Chris Evans, and fellow cast members; Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner live on Jimmy Kimmel. You were meant to be at the interview with them but your commitment with your new movie sent you to London instead, and so there you were watching them answer the questions you were suppose to as well about the movie you all had acted in six months ago.
The interview started and the cast took their seats. You smiled at how handsome Chris looked in the outfit you had told him to take with him; everyone else looked great too. Seeing them made you miss their company and you wished you had been able to join them on the couch.
“It is so great to have you guys here tonight,” Jimmy addressed them with a wide grin. “The movie isn’t even out yet and everyone’s already excited to see part two.” The audience cheered their agreements. “Thank you all for coming out. I know all of you are very busy which is why we’re missing a few cast members tonight.”
The cast nodded in acknowledgement of your absence as well as a few others.
“Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, as well as your wife, Y/N,” Jimmy said to Chris and Chris nodded again, this time with a cute pout. “I heard she’s currently in London filming her next movie.”
“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “She actually left for London like- a week after we wrapped up Infinity War. I headed home to relax and she went on to her next job, it definitely says a lot about our level of demand in the industry.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “No, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s up for an Oscar, did you guys know that?”
“How can we not? You talk about it all day every day,” Robert rolled his eyes as he pretended to be annoyed with Chris. “Even Y/N doesn’t talk about it as much as you do.” The room laughed. “No, seriously though- he talks about it all the time. Doesn’t he, guys?” He asked the cast for confirmation.
“All the time,” Scarlett and Jeremy nodded.
“Even Y/N tells him to shut up about it,” Mark chuckled.
“You’d think he was the one getting nominated,” Chris H added.
“He’s a proud husband,” Jimmy defended Chris.
“Yeah,” Chris laughed, “just leave me be.”
“He’s a lovesick puppy, that’s what he is.” Robert teased, glancing back at Chris. “Ever since the second he laid eyes on Y/N, he’s been head over heels for her.” The cast nodded and Chris blushed deeply, dropping his head. “You should have seen him the first time she walked on to the set, his eyes popped out of his skull and he became a huge blubbering mess.”
You giggled to yourself, remembering the day Robert was talking about. You’d been friends with Robert for quite a while now, having met on the set of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ in 2009. He was the one who took you around on your first day at the Marvel Studios and introduced you to everyone, including your husband. Chris was a huge mess the first time he met you, mainly because he was already a fan of your work and you were drop dead gorgeous in a black lace dress; he was a bit of a sucker when it came to lace.
“Yeah, okay,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess when I met Y/N.”
“A bit?” Chris H scoffed then chuckled. “We were all embarrassed for you, dude. You’re lucky she’s ridiculously nice and ignored your rambling otherwise you wouldn’t be here with that ring on your finger. You lucked out with her, my man.”
“Oh trust me, I know.” Chris chuckled. “She reminds me everyday.”
He was joking- while you did remind him occasionally, mostly as a joke, sometimes when you were fighting- he didn’t need a reminder when it came to you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you even before the first date.
The two of you clicked pretty much immediately and every day on set became like a scene out of a romantic comedy. It got to a point where Joss had to keep you two apart because you and Chris couldn’t be in the same room without flirting and/or ending up in a fit of giggles.
Your relationship with him progressed with MCU film franchise. You met and started dating on the set of ‘The Avengers’, by 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, you’d moved in with him, he’d proposed during 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, and by the time 'Captain America: Civil War’ came around you’d been happily married for almost a year. The end of 'Infinity War: Part 1’ called for your first pregnancy- which the two of you were planning on keeping a secret until the three month mark. And by the end of 'Infinity War: Part 2’, your little miracle would have been born and introduced to the world.
“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but can we just discuss your personal life for a moment?” Jimmy asked Chris. “You and Y/N have been married for a while now, do you think we’re going to see little Captain Americas and little Agent 25s running around anytime soon?”
You pressed your lips together when you saw Chris’ reaction. He looked like he was definitely dying to tell someone but the two of you made a promise and neither of your families knew yet so he kept his mouth shut and let Jeremy made the first comment.
“He’s enough of a child for the both of them,” Jeremy joked. “You should see them out and about, they paint the town red till the break of dawn. It’s no wonder they work together 'cause I don’t think anyone else can keep up with them.”
You laughed, suddenly glad you weren’t there to be teased.
“You two like to party?” Jimmy asked, chuckling.
“Why do you think they don’t have kids yet?” Mark chuckled.
“So they’re the ones you guys call to have fun, Chris and Y/N?”
“Definitely.” Robert nodded. “Those two are absolutely hectic.”
“Mm hm,” the entire cast nodded with all their thumbs pointed at Chris.
“Nooooo, we’re not going to do that!” Chris held his hands up in surrender. “We’re on TV, guys! Our parents are watching this. C'mon, if Y/N sees this she’s going to lose her mind. We promised her no embarrassing stories, so c'mon!”
“If she doesn’t want any embarrassing stories about her then she should settle down,” Robert said. “Hear that, kid?” He addressed you through the camera. “Become a mom and everything embarrassing you’ve ever done is wiped clean off the slate.”
You chuckled and picked up your phone, texting Chris the following words.
Just break the news, babe. We’ll call our families after the interview. I know we said we’d wait but it’s happening so we might as well tell people. I know you’ve been dying to tell them anyway so go ahead, you’ve got my full support. ❤️️
After sending the text, you turned your attention back onto the TV screen. Chris flinched and you knew it was from the buzzing in his pocket. He subtly pulled his attention away from Jimmy and the rest and took his phone out of his pocket to read the text. You saw his smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked up at the screen and winked, knowing you were watching.
“Hey guys, um-” Chris cleared his throat and drew the attention onto himself. “I’ve got something to announce. Y/N and I have been keeping this a secret for a while now and um- she actually just decided it was time we break the news. She just texted me telling me to announce it right here on Jimmy Kimmel.”
“No my God,” Scarlett gasped and turned to Chris a knowing smile. “Is she-”
The rest of the cast turned to Chris with widened eyes and excited smiles, waiting for confirmation.
“Yup,” Chris nodded, smiling. “We’re expecting our first child.” He said and the whole room gasped.
“Wow!” Jimmy clapped. “That is- congratulations, you guys. Y/N,” he looked into the camera. “We wish you could be here with us. Congratulations, you two are going to make wonderful parents.” He said and you smiled.
“No way!” Robert’s jaw dropped, his excited grin visible as he turned from Chris to the camera. “I knew it,” he pointed to the camera and you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to meet your little one.”
“Congratulations, man!” Jeremy slapped Chris on the back excitedly.
“Yeah, welcome to the dad clan. You’re one of us now,” Chris H shook his hand, grinning.
“I’m so happy for you guys,” Mark told him, smiling. “You’re both going to make amazing parents.”
“Thanks guys,” Chris grinned. “I’m very excited as well.” He turned his attention back onto the camera, speaking directly to you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to experience parenthood with and- I’m ready as long as I’ve got you by my side, sweetheart. I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”
You smiled, feeling your eyes water as you picked up your phone and texted him your response.
Summary: You’re a Winchester. Sam and Dean’s little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, you’re thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when you’re starting to fall for one of the suspects.
Warnings: Mentions of violent murders
“Dinner’s here!” Dean called, his voice echoing through the halls of the bunker. You emerged from your room almost immediately, heading towards the grumbling sound of your brothers talking in the kitchen. You could smell the pizza before you reached the room and ran in, spotting Sam pulling a slice from the box, Dean already halfway through with his piece.
“I hope you got fries,” you warned as you grabbed a paper plate, Dean instantly plopping a take out container in front of you. You smiled in victory and sat down next to Sam, the both of you facing Dean.
“So, we got a case,” Dean told you, his mouth full of food.
“Chew first, then speak,” you reminded him, earning an eye roll.
“This town in California. Lots of crazy things going on over there.”
“Supernatural crazy, that’s for sure,” Sam chimed in. “We thought it was just werewolves at first, but when we dug a little deeper, we found a lot more.”
“Bodies found in the woods, teenagers missing, wolves spotted in public places,” Dean added.
“California doesn’t have wolves,” you stated.
“Exactly. It’s basically anything you wouldn’t expect from a small town that’s almost in the middle of nowhere,” Dean said.
“And get this - the FBI was sent there a few years back to research a string of murders, but they left after a while without finding anything,” Sam said, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing his laptop. “The reports didn’t say much, but the sheriff of the town was being watched. Actually, so was his son…” he trailed off, squinting his eyes at something he was reading. “His son was in the middle of the mess too. But I saw him somewhere else… here. Wow.” He clicked a button and turned the laptop around for you and Dean to see. He had searched the sheriff’s son’s name and found a list of cases that he was tangled in.
“Troublemaker,” you muttered, taking in the list in front of you. “So what’s the deal now?”
“Murders are happening again, but… this time they’re even more confusing. We don’t know what it is, but the victims all have the same injuries. They were all strangled, took a blow to the head, and had a slit throat. Each separate injury was fatal in itself. Whoever killed them really wanted them dead,” Sam explained. You let out a breath at the vulgarity of the situation.
“We wanna get going as soon as possible so nobody else dies. We’ll probably head out tomorrow morning. You good with that?” Dean asked, and you nodded at him, sticking a fry in your mouth.
“On to school number 24,” you joked, causing Dean to freeze up.
“Have you been counting?” He asked cautiously.
“No, I just like that number,” you laughed, watching his shoulders drop with ease. You were receiving your education from schools all over the country, and Dean hated it. He knew what it was like to keep transferring, how it was hard to make friends or even pass a grade when you knew you were going to be gone in a few weeks time. You didn’t mind it, though. You loved your brothers more than anything, and you wanted to stay with them on every hunt, even though they tried to keep you out of it most of the time. Besides, it was fun to meet different people and experience different towns. The best part was that you never cared what people thought of you, since you knew once you left you’d never see them again. You finished your pizza and stood up from the table.
“I’m gonna go pack my bag,” you informed, dumping your paper plate in the garbage and strolling towards your room.
Almost an hour had passed when you were sat on your bed, your duffel bag stuffed with clothes, shoes, and notebooks. Your family knew how to pack light, considering you basically lived on the road, so having only one bag was plenty. There was a soft knock on your door before Dean peeked his head in.
“Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?” he asked, and you gestured for him to enter, moving the bag over so he could join you. His emerald eyes were tired and watching you with a hint of regret.
“What’s up?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. He hesitated before responding.
“Are you good with us leaving again? ‘Cause we’ve made the bunker our home, and it’s really a pain to keep switching schools, so if you want to stay behind, you can. I don’t have a problem with that. You don’t have to keep stopping your life to follow us around the country,” Dean told you, guilt apparent in his features. You sighed, upset to see him in such a manner. Your brother had a rough childhood. You weren’t there to witness it, but it was evident in almost every encounter he had with you. Sam used to tell you stories about how your father treated them while they were kids, and it made your stomach churn. He had been completely different with you during the few years he was alive to take care of you. Once he passed, Dean swore to let you have a normal life, even though you knew that hunting was inevitable for the Winchesters.
“Dean, it’s okay. I like traveling. I don’t mind switching schools. I’d rather be you guys than stay here alone. Our job is important, no matter the price we have to pay,” you said.
“I know, but when you said that at dinner, I-”
“I was joking! Dean, I was making light of the situation. I really don’t mind. I promise,” you insisted. He glanced at you for a few seconds before pulling you into a hug.
“Okay. We’re gonna leave at eight o’clock tomorrow. Get some sleep,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Goodnight, Dean.” You watched him walk towards you door.
“Night, sweetheart,” he smiled, closing the door behind him.
The three of you met in the hallway at eight on the dot, everyone sporting a flannel and gripping a packed duffel bag.
“Wow,” you giggled. “I wonder if we’re related.” Your brothers dismissed your joke with a chuckle as they headed towards the Impala, leaving you to trail behind. You put your bag in the trunk first and climbed into the backseat, making yourself comfortable as your brothers packed the rest of the stuff and settled into the car.
“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he started the car.
“How long will the drive be?” you asked once you were on the road.
“Twenty-four hours,” Sam answered, laughing when you groaned loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll drive as much as we can today and stop somewhere for the night. You might as well go to sleep for a bit to pass the time.” You agreed to that, grabbing one of Dean’s jackets from the floor to use as a pillow. You suddenly remembered you didn’t even know exactly where you were headed.
“I forgot to ask. What town are we going to?” Dean looked over his shoulder to respond.
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“Promise me that you’ll come home safe.” You said to your boyfriend, who was about to leave to meet up with Lydia after she texted him, saying they should meet at the library.
Scott turns around and smiles at you. “Don’t worry love, I’m a true alpha. I promise.” He kisses you on the forehead before leaving.
You were suspicious of the text Lydia sent to him. You didn’t have to be a banshee to know something bad is about to happen. You were scared that Scott would get hurt or worse: die. Scott always knew what you were thinking. But this time, it was different. He didn’t ask about it. Sometimes I felt that he cared about his friends more than he cared about me.
He promised he would come home safe and with that promise you were able to put all the thoughts aside. Until you got a call from Mason.
“Y/N! I need your help! I don’t know where Liam is but Hayden is dying!“
“Mason, calm down. I’m on my way.” You hang up and quickly grab your keys. When you arrived, Melissa and Mason were there.
“I don’t think she can make it. You guys have to find Liam.” You nodded.
“Scott went to the library so maybe we could ask him to find his beta?” Mason nods and the two of you head out.
Mason was ahead of you when your car suddenly broke down. You gestured Mason to keep going. When he was gone, you called a tow truck. A tow truck arrived in ten minutes. You were left stranded after the tow truck took your car. That’s when you felt something. Something bad was happening. You felt it so you ran towards the library.
You couldn’t believe your eyes when you got there. Scott was in the middle of the room with blood all over his face.
“Scott?” You whispered. Tears threatened to fall.
“Y/N. I’m sorry.” Mason said to you. You ran up to Scott’s body.
“NO! SCOTT! YOU PROMISED ME! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULD COME BACK SAFE AND SOUND! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE ME! PLEASE DON’T LIE TO ME! SCOTT, WAKE UP PLEASE! YOU CAN’T BE DEAD. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WITHOUT YOU? SCOTT PLEASE WAKE UP. I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON’T GO…” You cried. You were so upset that you didn’t even realize Melissa was there and was trying to do CPR on him. Melissa hits him in the chest very hard and Scott wakes up and roars. He slowly sits up. The first thing he notices was you crying. He reaches out to hug you. You hug him back.
“Don’t cry y/n, I’m right here. I promised you that I’ll come home safe. And I never break my promise. Because I love you, and I care for you, more than anything else.” He wipes your tears away while you wipe the blood on his face away. He caresses you cheek before kissing you deeply.
“I love you, Scott Mccall.” I mumble between kisses.
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N. And I promise you, that I’ll come home safe after every dangerous journey I have.” All you had to hear was that and you instantly forgot about every worry. Scott Mccall was a hero and you were deeply in love with a hero.
“Promise me you’ll love her as much as you loved me.”You said to your ex-boyfriend, Stiles. He told you he wanted to ask Lydia out and he needed you approval as you were Lydia’s best friend.
“I promise y/n, I’ll love her as much as I loved you.” He said smiling sadly, before he left your house. When the door closed, you fell to the ground. You had just lost the love of life and now you’re giving him to your best friend. The two of you broke up because you were growing apart and never had time to be alone together. You were glad nobody was home to watch you breakdown.
You cried for days when you were at home. When you got home from school, you would lock yourself in your room and cried. Your mom tried to comfort you but you pushed her away. Nobody realized that you were broken on the inside. Everyday, you walked to school with a smile on your face, greeted your teachers and classmates happily. But you were faking everything. At lunch, you sat with the pack. Scott was flirting with Kira, Liam was flirrting with Hayden, Mason was flirting with Corey and Stiles… Oh god, he was flirting with your best friend. Your friends were all happy and in love, but you weren’t. Every single day you saw the same thing, kissing, flirting. And you hated it.
A few weeks later, at a pack meeting, you witnessed Stiles kiss Lydia. It was almost a make-out. It broke your heart and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“um.. I’m sorry guys, I have to go.” You said grabbing your things and hurrying out the door.
“Y/n wait.” You heard Scott. You didn’t listen. You just walked out. You got in your car and drove home. Once you got home, you ran straight to your room, but forgetting to lock it. You broke down.
“Honey, are you alright?” You heard your mom ask. You shake your head.
“Awh honey, tell me what’s wrong. I’m getting worried about you.”
And you told her, everything. From the day you fell in love with Stiles Stilinski to the day you pushed him out of your life. Your mom knew how you were feeling and she gave you advice. After a long talk, your mom finally left you in peace. Your tears had dried up and sat there, staring at nothing. Your stomach growled. You headed downstairs to find some food when someone knocked at the door.
“Mom, I’ll get the door.” You yelled. When you opened the door, Stiles Stilinski was there.
“What are you doing here?”
“Scott told me to check up on you.”
“It could’ve been anyone, why you?”
“B-because I live the closest to you.”
“Whatever. Look Stiles, I’m okay. You can go now.” You try to close the door but Stiles stops you.
“Y/n who’s at the do- Oh Stiles! Come on in!” Your mom said. Suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore.
“See you at school then.” You told Stiles and headed up the stairs.
“Y/n, can I talk to you?” You sighed and turned back around.
“What?” You snapped.
“What’s going on with you? You’ve been distant from all of us, especially Lydia, your best friend. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.” You stated.
“Y/n, I know you and this isn’t you. What happened to the real you? The one who’s always bubbly and happy? The one that enjoys her life?”
“You think I don’t enjoy my life?” You question. “Is it my fault that everyone around me is happy and in love while I’m just here watching the love of my life be happy with my best friend? Of course, I’m okay with my ex-boyfriend dating my best friend because I’m the one who pushed them together. Everyone around me is happy and I have no one. I already lost the love of my life and I’m losing my best friend too so why not just lose everyone?”
“I’m happy to see you moved on, and I’m happy my best friend has you. But it just breaks my heart to see you with her because I never stopped loving you and god, would I ever stop?” Tears threatened to fall, but you managed to stay strong. “Please just leave. If you want me to be the real me, just leave and never come back in my life again.” And then you headed back up to your room, where you locked yourself in for the rest of the night.
The next few days, you stayed home. You declined phone calls from your friends and ignored their texts. Everyone was worried about you. But you didn’t want to see anymore lovebirds. You were tired of life, tired of living. Until one Friday night.
You were home alone as your mom had a night shift, and you were watching TV, when you heard someone knock on the door. You get up to open it and it revealed a Stiles Stilinski.
“What do you want again?” You said, annoyed. He walks in.
“I was checking up on you. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for concerning.”
“Good.” There was an awkward moment of silence.”I broke the promise.” You raise you eyebrows.
“I once promised you that I’ll love Lydia as much as I loved you. But I broke it because I kinda… broke up with her.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!” You shouted, standing up furiously. “Listen up, if you hurt my best friend, I will-”
“Wait, I broke up with her because I couldn’t love her the same way I loved you!”
“I still love you Y/N. I always did and I always will.” Shocked at what he just said, you tumbled back, almost falling on top of the coffee table if Stiles didn’t grab your arm in time.
“Hold on.” You hurried into the washroom. As you washed your face, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You questioned yourself. Do you really love Stiles? Flashing back to all the memories you had with him, you found your answer. You ran out of the washroom. “I love you too.” You said, running up to Stiles and kissing him. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” you mumbled between kisses.
At last, you were home. You were happy. There was nothing more you wanted than to be in Stiles Stilinski’s arms everyday.
a/n: this ones a long one sorry!
“Promise me you’ll come back to Beacon Hills.”You said to Isaac, who was leaving with Chris Argent to France. You had a huge crush on Isaac ever since he became part of Scott’s pack. Unfortunately, he liked Allison, who had died saving her friends. You and Isaac were close like best friends.
“I’ll be back y/n, I promise.” He smiles before leaving with Chris. You stood outside the door, waving at them. You may have looked happy, but that didn’t fool your twin brother Stiles.
“Y/n, there are plenty fish in the sea. You don’t have to go after one only.” Stiles states from behind you. You tell your brother everything. He was the first to know when you were bit by Scott. Stiles was mad when he heard it, but calmed down when you told him it was to save your life. You sighed at him.
“Go away, Stiles.” Then, you headed towards your room.Weirdly, Stiles didn’t retaliate.
It has been one year since Isaac left with Chris. The pack was facing the deadpool. Scott had a new beta, Liam, who became your best friend instantly on the day he was bitten. You still remember how it happened:
“Stiles, Y/n. You made it.”
“Like I said, I told my dad everything I could.” Stiles explained
“But you didn’t tell him about Liam?”
“You barely told us about Liam. What did you do with him anyway?”
“Doing what?” I asked.
Scott led the two of you into his bathroom where a young boy was tied up in duck tape. Stiles reminds Scott that his plans suck and gets Liam onto a chair.
“Liam, we’re going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it? Okay.” You said and took off the tape.
"Okay, Liam, now you’ve seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?” Stiles said.
“Stiles, you’re confusing him.” You told your brother.
“Good. That’s good.”
“I don’t understand either.” Scott stated. You mentally face-palmed.
“Maybe you should tell him.” Stiles decided, looking at me.
"Tell me what?”
"Liam… What happened to you, what Scott did to you, which he had to do in order to save you, it’s going to change you.” You said calmly.
"Unless it kills you. Shouldn’t have said that.” You shoot a death glare at your brother.
"What?” Liam starts to cry.
“Liam, hon, its okay. You’re gonna be alright. You’re not gonna die.”
“Probably not.” You send another death glare towards Stiles.
“Stop it Stiles. Guys, help me untie him.” The three of you untied him. “Liam? Are you okay?” Liam got up and grabbed the chair, swinging it at Scott. I stand in shock of what just happened.
“Liam, what the hell is your…” Liam punches Stiles in his face. I stifle a laugh before Liam grabs me and runs out the room together. We made it to the end of the hallway when Liam noticed that his ankle has healed. You giggle.
“You shouldn’t have done that. But it was fun. You are my new best friend from now on.” Stiles and Scott tumble out of the room, chasing after Liam. They all fall down the stairs. Liam manages to escape them as I follow him. Looking back, I see the boys all tangled up with each other. You laugh.
“Oh, Its y/n.” You smile. That was how your friendship came to be.
Right now, you were all worried about the dead pool. You and Liam were both worth $9M. You had totally forgotten about Isaac. Well, until he came back.
It was as Liam’s first lacrosse game after he transferred. You sat at the bleachers cheering for your best friend, your brother and your alpha, even though they were losing badly to Devenford Prep. You took notice in the guy Liam hated, Brett Talbot. He was cute. Your eyes wandered to another boy wearing a scarf. He looked familiar but you couldn’t recognize him. He looked towards the bleachers and made eye contact with you. He smiles and waves. Confused, you head towards him.
“Hey, do I know you?” You ask. He smiles.
“Lahey, Isaac Lahey.” Your eyes widen. “There we go, Now you remember me.”
“W-what? H-how? Why are you b-back?” You stutter at your words. He grins.
“Well, I promise someone a year ago that I would come back to Beacon Hills. Plus I was getting bored in France.”
“Hey you, Lahey! You’re back! Now go get dressed and play!” the coach suddenly yells at Isaac.
“Wait w-what? N-No, I’m only here to watch, not to play. Coach I-I can’t!”
“Too bad Lahey! Get on the field!”
“ahh god damn it. I can’t, I just can’t. I’m not ready. It’s too much!” He says.
“Isaac, calm down.”
“You don’t understand Y/n! I can’t, I’m not ready!”
“Shhh, Isaac, breathe. Calm down”
“I just can’t -” You grab his cheeks.
“Shhh, Isaac, everything is gonna be okay. Breathe.” The distance between you and him was small. You stared into Isaac’s eyes. Beautiful eyes but they had nervousness in it. You can smell how anxious he was. You feel your heart beat quicken.
“What if.. I embarrass myself. What if I-” You kissed him before he even finished his sentence. Your heart was beating like a drum. When you kissed, him, you felt fireworks. Everything around the two of you stopped. It wasn’t until Coach blew his whistle at us did you guys stop.
“Lahey, get you ass out there.” He yells. Using my hearing abilities, I am able to hear Coach mumble, “Teenagers and their stupid hormonal self.” I laugh and look back towards Isaac. You blush.
“You can do it, Isaac. I believe in you.” You told him seriously, before running back to your seat, smiling like a doofus. When you sat down, you saw Stiles gesturing towards you. You sighed and went towards him. Liam and Scott came too.
“I’m disappointed y/n.” you look at your brother in confusion.
“Yea y/n, you never did that to me.” Liam pouted. You look at him in confusion. Scott laughs.
“I think you’re confusing her.” Still confused, you turn to Liam.
“So you can have a full-on make out with that Lahey dude, but you won’t even give me a good luck kiss. I’m hurt.” Liam explains, crossing his arms. You roll your eyes and kissed Liam on the cheek.
“There. Are you happy now?” He shakes his head. You giggle and then give him a big hug. He hugs back. He starts to shower me with kisses all over your head.
“Stay away from my sister, Dunbar.” Stiles shouts, pulling us away.
“Stilinski, Mccall, Dunbar. Get out there!” Coach shouts at the boys. You grin as you push them onto the field.
“Wait, y/n I love you.” Liam states before getting on. you blush faintly, even though you knew he meant it as a friendly way.
“I love you too loser.” you whispered. You knew he heard you when he looks at you with a smile on his face.
The game has finally ended. Beacon Hills lost. You were waiting for the boys outside the locker room when Isaac came out.
“Hey y/n. I have a question to ask you.” You faintly smile, thinking about your kiss.
“Would you like to go out with me?” He says quickly.”Um, you don’t have to say yes. I mean, I’m fine if you rejected me. Because it’s okay if you don’t like me that way. I was just thinking ever since I left, about you. And I realized that I loved you more than a friend. I don’t know-”
“Of course, I would love to go out with you. I liked you since you became part of Scott’s pack.” You smile. One of your dreams had come true. From them on, you and Isaac started dating. You’ve never been more in love. Although, Liam was jealous of you and him as you ditched Liam for your boyfriend, he never been more happy for you. Everything changed in your eyes and nothing worried you when you were with him.
Part 2 with Liam, Theo and Brett? I already have it ready to start writing so It will come out but I just wanted all your suggestions
Ari Beats the Gatekeepers Part 1 or.. Ari Knew She Was Right So She Went Around Those In Her Way
Unfortunately, due to the lack of clear guidelines and training in all levels of government regarding policy on transgender name and gender changes.. transgender people need to be prepared, they need to know more than ‘the supervisor,’ they need to be polite, but confident and assertive, and maybe someday, the gate-keeping will stop for all of us. Well, we can dream!
Today was a difficult day filled with aggravation and disappointment.. however, today was also a wonderful day topped off with a victory over red tape and a would be gatekeeper.
If you have been following my story long enough, you may remember I legally changed my name and updated my driver’s license and social security card information in May of 2016. Well, I was also in the midst of my divorce during that time. I wanted to apply for a passport since I never had one before. I filled out the paperwork over the summer and set it aside. I wanted to be able to apply with the divorce date filled in so the records were accurate. I decided, “no rush, I can wait until my divorce is final.” I did not anticipate it taking 11 months for my divorce to be final. It was not contentious.. my ex and I handled ourselves in the best manner possible in my opinion. Still, due to all of the built-in delays (30 days to respond here, 30 days to respond there) and some rather inept lawyer-ing from her representation.. it took 11 months!
Guess when it was finally final? The irony.. it was Inauguration Day! That’s right, I waited to send out my passport application due to that one little box not being able to show that I was legally divorced and in doing so, I am one of the transgender people now holding my breath to see if I sent it in time. In time for what, you ask? In time to be treated like a human being rather than be treated like a criminal by the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is now the white house.
Anyhow, one of my loved ones had to be admitted to the hospital on the 19th, just one day before my divorce was final.. this threw a new wrinkle in things as I took the needed time to care for my loved one. She had to be top priority. My passport application waited another two weeks for me. (My loved one is due to be released tomorrow - yay!!!)
Finally, yesterday I went into my local post office which is also an acceptance facility for passport applications. I asked the woman working the passport desk to take a new photo for me because the Walgreens employee made me look like a grandma in my first attempt at getting an acceptable picture. This woman had kind eyes and she was also very knowledgeable and patient. She went through all of the paperwork I brought… my physician’s statement, my legal name change court order, my photocopy of my id.. then she paused..
“Is this the only birth certificate you have?” she asked. I said, “Yes, Why??” (as my heart began to sink)
“I’m sorry, but you need the long form and this is the short form. They will reject it immediately if your parent’s names are not on the copy.”
My heart sank as she told me I could get a copy the same day if I went to one of the Cook County Vital Records locations. I thanked her and decided I would just take the next day off (Friday) and take care of it. I double-checked the website when I got home and confirmed that the nice woman at the post office was correct. She had not given me bad information. I just missed that detail in my research.
I started Friday morning at the dentist getting my newly prepared crown put in place of the temporary crown I got 3 weeks ago. Once that was complete, I was off to the Vital Statistics room of the
Bridgeview Illinois Court House. Of course this involves going through a TSA like security (only not as invasive). They had the lines split for men and women. I of course went through the women’s line. They were nice enough and there were no issues. I found the right room, took a number and waited. I got called up to a station and told the woman that I needed a long form birth certificate. I showed her the short form one that I had (with my original birth name), my court order for my name change, and my current license. She started punching things into the computer then went to get a supervisor. Of course, I could already tell this was not going smoothly, but I hoped the supervisor knew the drill and knew that everything I brought was more than sufficient to prove who I was. NOPE! She told me that there was no way they could issue me MY birth certificate since my driver’s license now stated a different name. She said that I could be anybody. I had given her a stamped and sealed COURT ORDER for the name change and she told me she could not help me.
I was so dumbfounded by the inept logic that I did not have the words to argue as she handed me a form to fill out and ship to Springfield Illinois so that I could have my birth certificate updated (a process that takes 4 to 6 weeks) BEFORE they could help me. Of course, as you can tell from the title of this post, I knew this supervisor was wrong. I decided then and there that I would visit each of the 5 other Cook County locations that day until I found a supervisor that knew the actual guidelines. Of course, because of the extended conversation about my gender and my name change with many people behind me waiting for their turn.. I had about 12 pairs of eyes looking quizzically at me when I turned around to leave. That’s okay though, because I smiled at them all, knowing I was right and that this was not a true road block. I imagine I had a rather determined look on my face..
It turns out, I only had to visit one more location! That’s right, after another twenty minutes of driving, the helpful people at the nearby Markham, IL location sorted me out in a matter of minutes (well, after I waited in line for about 25 minutes). The clerk did ask for a supervisor, but she returned just to tell me that I should make sure to also send the right form to Springfield, IL so that my birth certificate would match my ID in the future. I promised her that I would. I paid for two copies of my birth certificate and thanked the woman.
I glided out of there, feeling like I had just won a major victory. I knew I had enough time to get to the post office and still get my passport application out that very same day. I drove straight there (an hour drive back by that point). It was the same woman who had to turn me away the day before. I said cheerfully, “Hello again! I have the correct long form birth certificate, although I had to go to two different locations to get it!” I explained what had happened to her and she basically shook her head and lamented that it was sad I had to go through all that. She carefully went through all of my documents and told me that everything looked good and that I was all set. I paid for expedited processing and my passport application is now on an airplane.
I went home, filled out the form I was given to change my birth certificate and went back to the post office to get that sent out along with another physician’s letter and legal name change court order. This should not impact my passport application, because with expedited processing it should be finished by the time they get to my birth certificate change in Springfield (a slower process by all accounts). If my passport gets rejected because the birth certificate I sent has my old name and the system gets updated and shows my birth certificate has changed.. then resubmitting will be fine and less complicated because my birth certificate will show the correct gender and they will have no reason to question it or to deny it. What a tangled web.
By this point it was late in the afternoon and I was elated to have all of that done, but I also had several stress knots in my neck. I looked across the street and saw one of the salons that I frequent. I decided to get a blow out (they also give you complimentary neck and shoulder massages). The girl doing my hair did a great job and had some suggestions for a cut as well. I plan to go back on Wednesday for a cut, but went with just the blowout for today.
The point of writing all of this out is that I hope it is helpful for anyone else dealing with this. Even if you have only one county court house you can visit, perhaps going on a different day and getting a different clerk will get you different results. It is unfortunately a toss of the dice every time we as transgender people have to deal with changes to identification documents. Be in the know, do your research, know more than the supervisors, be prepared to politely but assertively stand up for what you know to be the correct process. You could also even suggest that they call another location to ask how they handle it if they are unsure.
I titled this post with “part 1,” because I am fully aware, that there is a strong chance that either my passport application or birth certificate update request will be denied. As long as one of them comes back as expected, then I know the next attempt should be the last to get this all finalized. Of course, Mr. Drumpf could sign an executive order on Monday that calls all of this into question and both of my requests could be halted. If that happens I will immediately contact the lawyer who represented me for my divorce (she is also a transgender woman) and together we will take on the U.S. Government if we have to.
I will keep standing up for myself and keep going to any lengths to make sure I am not denied. You should do the same 😉
My goal in sharing my transition is to represent transgender people in the positive light that we all deserve. Re-blogs are always okay if they are for this purpose, but if you are a fetish blog or fetish website then I want nothing to do with you and you do not have my permission to use my images.
The image of Bucky leaning against his bike taking a long drag of his cigarette would forever be burned into your long-term memory, as you rounded the corner you were greeted with the glorious and erotic sight. You cataloged every detail his boots, the dark wash jean over his long thick legs. The red Henley peaking out from his leather jacket made your libido purr with pleasure. Then you remembered why he was sat outside your apartment at 1 am, your drooling mess of female hormones was quickly replaced with the monster of anger and jealous. She growled throwing obscene gestures while smacking your libido as she made kissy faces at him. Bucky looked up at the sound of your heeled boots hitting the pavement as the raging war of hormones battled in your brain.
“Hey” he greeted, stomping out the cigarette. You nod for him to follow you up; your mind was racing with a thousand questions as you both climbed the stairs. Throwing open the door you rummaged through your bag pulling out the bottle of whiskey, discarding you bag by the entrance you walked swiftly to the kitchen. You listen as Bucky closed the door behind him as you pulled out two whiskey glasses. You re-entered the living room gesturing for him to sit.
I really liked this! Lowkey was about to write a kinda angsty and sad Auston prompt but decided it would be better to start off in a good place haha. SEND ME REQUESTS DUDES!!! (maybe a part 2 to this bad boy ;) maybe huh) I’d love it :)
Word Count: 1,467
Your friendship with Mitchell Marner has gone on for years now. Like it’s been so long that you can’t remember your first memory with him. But it probably included him being some skinny dorky kid talking about hockey - or YuGiOh cards. Which, as much as you hate to admit it, it what blossomed your life long friendship. So when his hockey career lifted off to the extent that it did, you weren’t about to be left in the dust with your matching Maple Leafs jersey.
A/N: I decided to re-write the part 6 of thsi story just because I felt it needed to be changed! So I hope you enjoooy and send me your thoughts on the story!
Members: Jungkook x You ft. Jimin & Taehyung Genre: angst, fluffy, smutish Warnings: badboy, cussing, mature Word count: 2836
“Whos’s gonna be the first to say goodbye?”
“You broke me.” Jungkook hears your voice,
feels your breath near his ear
“My heart is crushed into pieces.” You said again
“I never wanted to do that” Jungkook said looking at you, you started to cry
“How could you do that to me?” you take few steps back from him
“Y/N. I am sorry.” He kept coming towards you but couldn’t manage to take your
“I HATE YOU-“ you scream
Jungkook wakes up breathing heavy, all sweaty. He looks around with his eyes
wide open and sees Taehyung standing next to his bed.
“Are you okay man?” he asked
Jungkook looks around, feeling weak.
“Jungkook?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows
“Yeah…Umm I am fine.” He finally spoke and sat up on the bed
“You don’t look so fine”
“W-what are you doing here?” Jungkook stood up and walked over to the bathroom
“Came here to pick you up”
“Right.” He said and washed his face, looking at himself in the mirror.
Your voice, face kept repeating in his head. The dream felt so real. Taking a deep
breath he looks at himself for one more time and takes a white T-shirt,
throwing it over his head.
“Um Jungkook.” Taehyung spoke
“You forgot to put on your jeans” he points
“OH right. Wow, I don’t know what’s happening to me” Jungkook laughs a bit
“Hey Y/N” Taehyung smiled and kissed your cheek
“Hey” Jungkook looks at you and sits down
“Hey” you look at him
Jungkook kept looking at his phone. Taehyung and you kept your arms on each
other till the bell went off.
Taehyung kissed you and two of you sit down on you seats.
You look to the side at Jungkook, but he didn’t do anything. He kept being
quiet, resting his chin on his palm.
You take a small piece of paper and give it to Jungkook. He takes it and opens
“Are you okay?”
He looks up and looks at you, nods his head.
“I am.” You read his answer
“You look down.”
“I am fine.”
You sigh and two of you look at each other.
Taehyung from behind watched two of you passing
notes, he was curious, jet little bit jealous.
As the bell goes off for end of class, you stop Jungkook by putting your hand
on his chest.
He looked annoyed, not wanting to even look at you.
“Are you okay?”
“You already asked me that.” He looks down at you
“I think you’re lying” you said
“You always thought that, am I right?” he leans down and winks
As Taehyung walked up, Jungkook left the classroom.
“He had a dream. I don’t what was it, but he woke up all sweaty, and was
breathing heavy.” He explains as two of you walked together
“That doesn’t mean he has to be cold towards me”
“Since two of you are talking?”
“We are friends” you said
“Friends?” Taehyung laughs
“We’ll see how that goes” he nods his head
“Why you always want something bad to happen? Especially when it has to deal
with Jungkook.” You close your locker and walk away
On a break, you sent Jungkook a message.
“Why are you like this?”
Jungkook, 9:02AM: Y/N, I am fine
You, 9:03AM: You can tell me what’s wrong you know?
Jungkook, 9:03AM: Tbh not feeling that well, probably will be sick. But there’s
nothing to worry about.
You, 9:04PM: You need medicine
Jungkook, 9:05: lol Y/N you ain’t my mom. I’ll be fine
You smile a bit and look up to see Jungkook
looking at you. He shakes his head and looks away.
“Y/N party at my house TONIGHT!” Rose smiled and sat next to you
“It’s Friday girl! My parents are away for some business things” she explains
taking a sip of her smoothie
“It’s green” you point at her bottle
“Oh yea, decided to eat healthier!” she smiled and you laugh
“Wooow. Now that is some big news!” you smiled and she pushes you a bit
“So… How are things going?”
“I told you over texts, Jungkook and me are friends now, and I am fine with
“Just fine?” she looks up at the sky
“I was team Jungkook to be honest” you quickly look at Rose
“You what?” you laughed looking at her
“I just don’t like how, suddenly you were all about Taehyung, you know?” she
looks down at you
“Well, I was having a plan of getting with Tae to make Jungkook jealous and I
don’t know what happened after. I was just a mix of everything” you sigh and
lay down on the grass
“It’s okay, you were just finding yourself still.” Rose smiled and lays down
“But…” you start and stop at the thought of Jungkook. He was just replaying in
“Nah, it doesn’t matter. I am happy for being friends with Kook”
“Kook?” Rose laughs
“Kookie.” You smiled widely
“Awwww” Rose said and two of you look at each other
“Stop it.” You laugh
Jungkook and you got A’s on your project which both of you were happy about.
“See Jungkook, working with a beautiful girl makes you work harder” teacher
“Yeah yeah” Jungkook nods his head
Two of you walk out of the classroom and head outside, to go home.
“You coming to Rose’s party?” you ask
“Probably yeah. I’ll see you there” he puts on his half smile and rushed to
Jimin and Taehyung waiting for him in the car
Everyone was drinking, drinking too much. It was so amazing that you didn’t
bother about a thing anymore.
You grabbed Taehyung’s face and kissed him hard. His hands on your ass.
“God you’re too fucking beautiful” he said between the kisses.
His kisses got more passionate, two of you made out on the couch, with him
being on top of you.
You didn’t care what anyone was saying or thinking about two of you. It was
just him and you.
No matter how hard you tried to forget the feeling of you being watched, you
couldn’t. Taehyung’s lips fall on your
neck and you open your eyes and look around quickly and see familiar face,
His eyes fall on the floor then on you again as he drank everything he had in
his cup. He smirks and walks away.
“Baby I want you” Taehyung whispered
“We can’t do it right now” you said
“Ahhh that sucks” Taehyung comes off you and looks at you
“But I will get you later” he smiled and kissed you again
“Y/N let’s go to the hot tub!” Rose grabbed
your hand and pulled you with her
“Rose, I didn’t bring my bikini!” you laugh
“I mean Y/N underwear is the same thing?” she smiled and walked into the hot
tub where few more other friends of yours and hers were.
You took off your skirt and top, shoes and walked in the hot tub.
“Yeahhhh” you smiled and sat down
Jungkook was with one girl. Making out with
her. She grinds on his lap, his hands squeezing her ass, pulling her more
“Meet me upstairs?” she smiled
“Sure will” he smirks
She got off his lap, Jungkook looks around
noticing Taehyung holding some girl’s hand and walking upstairs with her.
“You coming?” girl looks at Jungkook, he nods his head still looking at
She took Jungkook’s hand and led him upstairs.
Jungkook was looking around, in every room where Taehyung is. He wanted him to
not do what he thinks he’s doing.
He spots Taehyung closing the door of the room at the end of the hall.
“I think there’s a free room” Jungkook spoke and opened the door of the room
where Taehyung is. He was all over her. Taehyung turns around and pushes
“What the fuck dude!” he shouts and shuts the door locking it.
Jungkook stayed in shock. Knowing what Taehyung is doing and what will be done,
will fuck his head over and over just because you don’t even know what’s going
“Jungkook?” girl smiled
“I.. I’m sorry, I am just not feeling like it.” He spoke
“Awww baby, you can later come with me to my place? Or you want my number?”
“Number, I’ll call you babygirl” He smiled and kissed her lips
She smiled and typed her number in Jungkook’s phone. She pulled his shirt and
pressed her lips against Jungkook’s.
“I’ll see you around” she spoke
Jungkook smiled and she left.
He kept standing, looking at the door where Taehyung is now fucking a girl.
That girl isn’t you. He slides down the wall, putting his hands on his head.
Will he tell you or he keeps this as a secret so you don’t get hurt, just to
protect you from all the pain.
He tears up. He was so angry that he wanted to break in that room and punch the
shit out of Taehyung. Who’s a bad guy now? Him or Taehyung? It never was him,
it was always Taehyung who didn’t show his true colors to you.
You laughed with the crew, not even knowing what’s happening upstairs. Noticing
you haven’t seen Taehyung, you stopped to laugh and kept looking around if he’s
You spot Jungkook walking pass, so you got out of the hot tub and walked
inside. Jungkook was sitting down on the couch being really fucking down.
You walk up to him, and he didn’t even bother to look up at you.
“Jungkook” you said and sat down next to him
Quickly he runs his hands down his face and looks at you.
“Are you crying?” you look closely at his eyes
“No..” he shakes his head
“What’s going on?”
“I am not feeling too well you know” he laughs and looks at you, licking his
He looked so nervous, out of his mind, like he wanted to throw and break
things. That he was angry, mad at something or someone.
“Do you want to go outside?” you said and he nods his head
You walked behind Jungkook. You got lost in the
thought as you kept looking at his back, arms, everything. For a second you
didn’t even think about Taehyung.
Jungkook stops at the front porch and puts his hands in his pockets.
“Do you want me to bring you water or anything?”
He shakes his head, keeps looking forward.
Both of you stood in silence, you look up at Jungkook and his eyes meet yours.
“I feel like I done something-“
“No no no Y/N. Stop.” He cuts you off
“Today is like that. I am feeling not well, down and I don’t want to deal with
bullshit you know. It’s not your fault of how I feel” he points at himself
You nod your head and look away.
“Can I ask you something…?”
“Yes” he said
“Do you know where Taehyung is?”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide open and his expressions change. He could feel his
heart beating so fast, he couldn’t calm down.
He wanted to tell you, but he couldn’t.
“I..I don’t know” he raises his shoulders
“Oh, okay… I was just wondering because I didn’t see him for a while now” you
“BUT did you catch someone?” you elbow his arm smiling
“I did. But I wasn’t feeling like it” Jungkook smiles
“Oh hell no. What’s happening to you Jeon Jungkook” you look at him
“Times change I guess” he laughs and throws his arm around your shoulders
“Come on friend, let’s go dance or something” he looks down at you and two of
you smile and walk back inside
Taehyung walked out of the room and stopped for
a moment. He runs his fingers through his hair and walks downstairs. He saw
Rose, Jungkook and you dancing.
Jungkook saw him and just gave him a look. Taehyung right away knew something
was going on. Knew that Jungkook saw and knows everything. What if he tells you
what will happen?
Taehyung walked through the crowd and steps
next to you.
“Tae where have you been?” you asked
“Just… Talking with few old friends” he looked at you and lied to your face
Jungkook watched Taehyung lying to you, Rose
looked at Jungkook being pissed off. She thought he was just jealous of two of
“Jungkook, can I talk to you for a minute?” Taehyung turns to Jungkook and he
just nods his head
Two of them walk to the kitchen.
“Who the fuck you think you are?” Jungkook spoke being angry
“Calm down man-“
“I know I- I done something-“
“THEN I am a bad guy here? I don’t care?” Jungkook cuts him off
Taehyung takes a deep breath
“YOU…. You cheated on her. On Y/N” Jungkook whispers to him, not breaking the
Taehyung looks down on the ground and shakes his head “No” .
“You fucked up. There’s no going back” Jungkook pushes him slightly
“Please don’t tell. Please don’t” Taehyung begged
Jungkook clenches his jaw looking away.
“She deserves to know, but I won’t tell her. You will.”
“I fucking hate you man. You’re fucking unbelievable Taehyung.” Jungkook pushes
him to the side and walks away
As he grabbed his jacket, Jungkook looks at you one more time before leaving.
You started to walk towards him but he closes the front door. You stop not
knowing what happened.
Taehyung walks slowly out of the kitchen.
“Taehyung, why did Jungkook leave?” you put your and on his arms
“I am going home too. I’ll text you… Or call whatever..” he didn’t even bother to look at you
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No. I’m good”
“I said I am good” he looks up at you coldly and walks away
That hit you. It hurt your feelings. How can everyone be so cold and heartless
tonight. Did you do something wrong?
“Y/N?” Rose stands in front of you
You tear up and she quickly pulls you in a hug and you hug her tightly.
The night ended miserably.
You sat alone in your room after few nights passed from the party. Taehyung
didn’t ever call you or texted you after that night.
You would sit in the dark on your bed, like now and cry because of him. Be so
worried and broken because he’s not there.
He isn’t there to hug you, kiss you, hold you in his arms.
He never showed up in school. Jungkook was hanging out with Jimin all the time,
you didn’t want to bother them.
Rose and you would go on walks, go to the gym, get some food but nothing didn’t
make you take Taehyung off your mind.
Rose kept being with her boyfriend and you were alone.
With tears in your eyes, you kept texting Taehyung, but he never replied.
“Jungkook are you awake?” you click
send and wait for a reply. You look through the window where stars shined and
moon was high up, you smiled a bit how beautiful that sky is. Your phone buzzes
after few minutes
Jungkook, 1:00AM: I am now, what is
going on? You, 1:00AM: I don’t have anyone
right now when I need someone Jungkook, 1:01AM: Are you okay Y/N? You, 1:01AM: No
You start to cry more and you lay back on your bed, putting your hands on your
Jungkook, 1:02AM: Do you want me to
come? You, 1:04AM: Please
You quickly type your address and see if he saw
“I know where you live, Taehyung told me before. I’ll be here in a minute”
You sigh and wipe off your tears and stand up, looking at yourself in the
Your face looked tired, eyes red and puffy because of constant crying.
Soon after you hear small stones thrown at your window. You walk over and open
the window and Jungkook was standing there.
“Can you climb up?” you whisper
“I mean if there was a tree or something I would” he looks around
“Oh wait, I got an idea” he adds and walks over to the garage. He steps on the
garbage can and climbs on the garage’s roof.
Step by step and he walks into the room, closing the window slowly behind him.
He turns around facing you.
“I’m sorry that I woke you up-“
“It’s fine, I couldn’t sleep anyways…”
You nod your head
“What’s wrong Y/N?” that simple question made you tear up
Jungkook felt hurt and sad because of you
crying. Especially because he knows what worries you and he can’t tell you.
At first he didn’t know what should he do, but his arms reach out and he pulls
you close to him. You small arms wonder around his waist and hold on his
He could feel you shaking, feel your tears against his chest.
Here is my official first chapter for the House of Beasts!
Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half.
An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.
Word Count: 2038 words
Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.
Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever
Part 1: Parties
I looked across the
lush grounds of Prythian University, my cotton robe tucked tightly around
the curves of my figure, and I sighed at the wonderfully gorgeous campus that swept across my view. Students walked along, talking together, backpacks strung
over their shoulders and heavy books bound to their arms. Autumn kissed the trees
that dotted the grounds, leaves collecting within the tracks of students’
footprints. The fall air caressed my skin blissfully and I closed my eyes.
It had been 6 months since
I’d moved into Spring House. The six happiest months of my existence, probably.
A tactical approach. It’s a way of living. It’s the way most of us are living, whether we realize it or not… we are either thinking on how to make it happen and how to get there or– we will figure it all out along the way.
Either way, we are planning, in other words, using a tactic in order to have something happen in our way. But does that mean, we don’t believe in fate?
Not exactly. And Dr. Baekhyun knows exactly what it implies. Being a doctor wasn’t in the plan, and yet he stood fifth floor up, managing patients and catering to them. Baekhyun could thank his genius brain cells to have had pass five years of medical school.