x Reader, Natasha and Sam
Bucky :(, night terrors. swearing
has been a bit busy with work lately and just hasn’t had time to
spend time with Bucky. So when Bucky wakes up after a nightmare, all
he wants is Y/N. Natasha and Sam thought it would be funny to play a
little prank on Bucky because he’s just “so whipped.”
bleh okay so i told myself no more @promptisfanweek prompts till i update my fics, buuuut… well. you know how many times i’ve threatened to write a promptis disney date? IT HAPPENED. nobody will appreciate this, nobody, but i’m gonna post it anyway. written for day 3: promptis date~
Noctis hates a lot of things.
He hates crowds, and really, he kinda hates people in
general. He hates lines, and waiting
around for things, and he really hates being awake early.
But more than Noctis hates all those things, he loves
Prompto, and so he’s here, hand-in-hand with his boyfriend, walking down Main
Street. Prompto is grinning ear-to-ear, their twined fingers swinging back and
forth between them. The smile is worth it, Noctis tells himself, even though
he’s quite sure he looks rather grumpy. Prompto has gone all out, as he always does, and it appears that Disneyland is the
one place where that is entirely acceptable.
A/N:Hey guys! Early update cus you guys made me feel so loved with your response to learning that I had been having a rough time last week, and sometimes you just need random validation, you know? That sounds horrible written down, but eh.
So yes, ANGST. So much angst in this extra long chapter, but it’s past angst. My poor babies.
Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbour Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. Things take a serious left turn for him when people from his past start showing up, and he and Lucy as well as some new -and old- friends travel across Fiore trying to find some answers. But the question is, will they be happy with what they find?
Natsu had been sleeping over, raiding her fridge, invading every aspect of her life so fully that Lucy didn’t think the two were separable anymore, for 3. Damn. Months.
And the bastard still hadn’t kissed her.
Now Lucy would be the first to admit that she was oblivious to men’s and women’s attentions -never fully able to decide if someone was flirting with her or just being nice- but even Lucy knew there was something going on between her and Natsu. They were constantly touching, holding hands or cuddling on the couch, bumping shoulders with one another or even playing footies when one of them was feeling particularly brave. Lucy may have become addicted to running her hands through his wild hair, detangling knots with her fingers and twirling the long, fluffy strands around her fingertips. Natsu was no better, constantly taking down her hair only to put it back up in new arrangements of pony and pigtails, Lucy having to fight back her sighs of happiness when she felt his rough hands trail through her hair. Now that she thought about it, both of them needed to get their hair trimmed. But that was besides the point, and Lucy had half a mind to grab Natsu by the shoulders and shake him, screaming ‘what are we?’ until he gave a suitable answer.
Lucy needed to spend less time on the internet.
But more importantly, Lucy needed to get laid.
At least according to Cana, but Lucy wasn’t going to be the one to disagree with her alcoholic friend. This wasn’t exactly what she should be thinking about right now, but really it
Natsu’s fault. He had pulled her down so her head laid neatly on his chest as they lounged on the couch, some fake documentary about dragon’s playing in the background. Her body was completely covering his, hips falling between his open legs and one arm buried into the cushions of the couch while the other was dangling off the edge. But it wasn’t their intimate position that had started Lucy down this inappropriate train of thought. No, it was Natsu’s fingertips trailing up and down her spine in lazy movements, heat flaring through her thin shirt with every pass.
She nestled her head higher up so that it was tucked under his chin, shifting one arm so that she was cupping the back of Natsu’s shoulder. She felt more than heard his breath catch at her blatant move, and Lucy felt a small spark of hope grow that maybe,
, Natsu would get the hint. Instead he settled his hands more firmly on the small of her back and stopped his lazy movements.
Lucy was soon unable to help the large grin that pulled at her lips, though, as ever so slowly his fingers snuck underneath her shirt - that honestly was Natsu’s shirt. Hey, she did his laundry half the time and deserved a few compensations- and spread so his hand was laid flat on her skin. Lucy hummed at the contact, nuzzling the column of his throat with her nose, face buried into his scarf.
And that was when the heat returned.
Lucy had recognized a pattern -no matter how strange it was- that whenever her and Natsu had skin on skin contact for too long the temperature around them would spike. It had grown less noticeable the more time they spent together, but Lucy was highly attuned to it now. The way it spiked depended on Natsu’s mood. Dry air made it harder to breathe when he was angry, a hazy warmth when he was relaxed and content, low and heavy waves when he was sad - something that Lucy had only seen a few times when they had talked vaguely about their home lives. Neither went into too much detail, only sharing with each other that they had basically grown up alone-. Finally there was the ‘sexually frustrated’ heat, as Lucy had so lovingly dubbed it. Sweltering humidity surrounded them, making sweat drip down Lucy’s skin and her muscles want to just melt into him and never let go.
It was her favourite one.
Lucy had made it a game with herself to see how many times she could make this heat come up, her record being 12 in one week. Lucy was proud of that fact, even if she told anyone they would think she was insane. And she might be, because the more time she spent with Natsu the more Gray’s warnings from the lunch made sense. Natsu wasn’t normal. The tattoo’s on his fingers seemed too symbolic to mean nothing, as did the tattoo on his back, and Lucy had realized at some point that the herbal and smoky scent that Natsu carried with him wasn’t some cologne but rather the result of his projects. His clothes always reeked of the stuff when Lucy had to wash them -she really needed to teach Natsu how to do proper laundry- and strange splashes of colourful liquids always managed to find their way onto his sweats and tank tops. Not to mention the runes that Lucy had found on some of the presents he had given her over the weeks.
Nothing was ever as extravagant as the birdcage, -Lucy had made sure to lecture that into Natsu’s skull the one time he asked if she wanted a full size center piece- instead he showered her with miniature figures, bookmarks, small drawings or paintings, and even a few simple pieces of jewellery. Lucy had attempted to refuse the last ones, but Natsu was adamant, giving her puppy dog eyes until she accepted. At the thought of it her favourite piece, a simple silver band shaped to look like a dragon curling around her finger that sat above her mother’s engagement ring on her middle finger, began to warm, a soothing feeling to remind Lucy that it was there. For some reason it made her feel protected, as though the dragon would bite out anyone’s eyes who tried to hurt her.
A/n : I hope you like this. I wrote it a couple days ago at like 1.00 am but I made it better now. ENJOY!!!
Lately you had been very busy. I mean sure you’re just 15 but you’re dating Dylan Sprayberry and yu are tired of people saying “You are dating him only for his money.” Well they also include body but you can’t do anythig for that. So you have a summer job. You were actually helping your older sister at the place she was working and her boss said he would pay you good money if you worked for him for the whole summer. So you agreed with the only term that you’d have 2 weeks off to spent with your boyfriend. He agreed.
So the past 2 months (mostly after you had finals, you had to study ya know;) had been very busy and tiring for you. Not only because of work but because you were staying up late to Skype Dylan.Yeah, well, you live in Greece* while he is not. You know, time difference is a problem though. But this week. This week would be different. You would be spending this week with Dylan and the cast in Amsterdam for wolfcon.
Today was the day the Carver twins had their birthday you guys were going on a boat trip for the day. Conversations were audible from every side around you. Holland talking with Charlie or Max with the rest of the boys and you. You were really quite today. Ian was even joking about how you were so , off, and how Dylan could turn you on. Everytime you were just rolling your eyes but it was kinda funny. He was also right. You were off lately. Usually you would talk and joke with everyone and everyone enjoyed it but today was different. Today you felt really exhausted cause eve though you were not working your sleep schedule was messed up. Though you still talked and joked , just not as much as you usually did.
You were currently sitting next to your boyfriend dearest hugging his right arm as with his left one he was holding a cigarette. Charlie had alredy taken some photos of you and him idividually , as on an effort to keep your self awake you were just walking around. Charlie never miss the chance to take a picture of you everytime the light was giving a “goddess” vibe to you or everytime he just thought the way the air was taking your hair back was making you look cute. To be honest , everyone there thought of you as their little sister ( for some even daughter) except Sprayberry of course.
“Someone must’ve been really tired. If you know what I mean,” Max joked wiggling his eyes while looking at you two. Dylan was confused at first.“Look at your shoulder ,” Max commanded Dylan as he did so. His lips curved upwards into a smile looking at the sight on his shoulder. “Her sleep schedule is f*cked up” he shot softly never taking his eyes of you and ignoring Max’s previous “dirty” joke.
Right then he decided to do something he knew you loved. He carefully pulled you onto his lap, placing your head on the crook of his neck while your legs were flying at the left side of his body. His right hand was protectively around you while his other hand was holding yet again a cigarette. Your riight hand was around his neck as your left hand was around his waist. That was the moment that Charlie really wanted to capture , but he didn’t didn’t want to ruin. Yet, he still took a couple of photos of you two like that uploading it on Instagram with the caption “Heissowhippedforthisgirl!!”
A/N: This was really fun to write! I love answering requests, it makes me really inspired to do well! I should be studying for a math test… but here I am!
Request: anonymous asked: hi can i get a junhoe scenario where you as his so gets roped into playing a hidden camera prank on him like the one chanwoo did to him on mix and match where you pretend to be sick and end up fainting ? but the difference is that he shows signs of concern immediately and panics when you start coughing in the bathroom? and when its all over and the prank is revealed, the boys complain that he showed more concern for you than chanwoo and make fun of him for being whipped ?
Summary: When you play a hidden camera prank on your boyfriend, it doesn’t end up as you expected.
Member: Junhoe (Ikon)
“You’re kidding me,” You deadpan, staring at the six boys standing in front of you. They just proposed the most preposterous idea to you and asked you to play a hidden camera prank on your boyfriend, Junhoe. They want you to replicate what happened on mix and match when Chanwoo fake passed out.
“Y/N, it will be so funny,” Donghyuk says, playfully pushing your knee. You were granted permission to go on tour with the boys of Ikon on the condition that you didn’t get in their way. You know that if you don’t comply with the prank, you will most likely to be sent home. However, you are still hesitant to play a prank of that velocity on Junhoe, already knowing how he’ll react.
“Okay, okay. Fine. I will, but you all have to interject before he freaks out too bad,” you cave after a while of begging. You sigh, devising a plan with the boys before returning to your and Junhoe’s shared hotel room. You peek at the camera that isn’t obvious that’s perched in the corner of the room. You stare at it for a second or two, letting the boys that are observing that you’re about it initiate the prank.
Walking over to Junhoe who’s on his bed, you lay across him, looking at the game he is playing on his ipad. He smiles, “Hello, Y/N.” He greets, not looking away from the screen.
You roll over and reply, “I am going to get ready for bed. I will be back in a few minutes.” He pouts at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Need help?” He asks suggestively, winking at you. You blush like a crazy woman, running to the bathroom and realizing the other boys just heard that. You screw your eyes shut before forcing out coughs, leaning against the door as you do so.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Junhoe asks. You hear him walking over to the bathroom, knocking on the door. Ou stifle your laugh and twinge of guilt with your hand.
“Yeah, babe. I am fine,” You reply. He walks back to the bed, sitting down. You cough a couple more times, him asking again if you are alright. You assure him that you are fine before executing the rest of the plan. You open the bathroom door, and collapse to the ground as best as you can without making it look fake.
Junhoe is off the bed in mere seconds and grabbing you. “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Are you alright?” He yells, shaking your shoulders. He picks you up off the ground easily and places you on the bed, shaking you harder. “Y/N? Please wake up,” he begs, trying to get you to wake up. He stands up, running out of your room as he searches for the others. You sit up, string at the camera again before shrugging your shoulders as if to say “What next?”. You hear Junhoe’s footsteps returning and you flop back down, landing in your original position.
“I can’t find anyone. Damn it,” he mutters. You hear him tapping away on a screen hastily, probably texting Hanbin or Bobby. You aren’t entirely sure what you should do next, but you know you have to stir the pot a little bit. You open your eyes a sliver, rolling over a little and groaning in mock pain. Junhoe drops his Ipad and turns around leaning over you.
“Y/N? Babe, are you okay?” He asks, voice panicked and short of breath. You don’t respond, closing your eyes again and acting as well as you can. “Y/N? Please answer me,” he pleads, his voice rising in panic.
You hear multiple footsteps approaching and you know the boys are arriving.
“Junhoe? What’s happening?”Hanbin exclaims, running over. Junhoe weakly points to you, still holding onto your frame protectively.
“She just collapsed and isn’t responsive,” He exclaims, checking your pulse. You resist the urge to laugh at your overly protective boyfriend.
“I’m sure she’s okay… Maybe she overheated?” Bobby suggests.
“Not possible, have you felt how cold it is in here?” He asks. “Someone call an ambulance,” Junhoe orders, sending Donghyuk out into the hallway to “call and ambulance”.
“They are coming,” Donghyuk lies. You bite your lip, trying to keep your impending laughter inside.
“Will she be okay?” Junhoe fusses.
“Of course she will be, she’s strong,” Jinhwan says. “She’ll pull through it. I am sure she is just e=tired or burnt out.” You hear more footsteps as the camera crew enter the room. You finally let out your bursts of laughter as you roll onto your back in fits of giggles.The boys bust into an orchestra of laughter.
“What the hell is going on?” Junhoe demands, voice full of confusion.
“It was just a hidden camera prank. Y/N didn’t really pass out,” Chanwoo says.”But hey! Why didn’t you care this much when I passed out!” Chanwoo complains, sticking out his lip in a pout. Junhoe sits there in a daze, face completely blank.
“S-So you’re okay?” He asks you, shaking slightly from the adrenaline rush. You get up and hug him, burying your face in the crook of his neck and feeling secure.
“I’m fine,” You reply.
“You didn’t hit your head when you fell or anything?” He asks, taking you face in his large hands and inspecting your head or any bumps or bruises. You laugh lightly, shaking your head slightly.
“June, I am fine,” You reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Dude… You’re so hipped,” Bobby teases and the other members agree. You tsk at them and they and the camera men leave after taking the camera out. Junhoe flops down onto the bed, hand covering his face.
“Y?N… You really scared me. What if something really happened to you?” He asks, worry written all over his handsome face. Guilt consumes you slightly as you lay down beside him.
“Nothing will happen to me, I promise. I am always going to be here,” You soothe him. He wraps his strong arms around you, clutching your frame against his strong body.
“You better keep that promise or I don’t know what I would do,” He whispers. The two of your fall asleep that way, the weight of promises hanging idly in the air, a comfortable silence com=consuming the earlier conversation. Both of you are content, and that’s all that matters.
“To your lef- He got you it’s too late!” Jack exclaimed to his brother as the rest of the boys laughed. Conor had the whole squad over for a sleep over and you couldn’t deal with 6 extra boys in the house. They had arrived in the morning and it was almost midnight and they flat was a total mess.
“Conor?” You mumbled walking up behind the couch as you stood behind your boyfriend.
“Fuck off Jack! Yes Love?” Conor responded kissing your hand that had found its way down to his collarbone. Joe stifled a laugh from beside Conor making you playfully roll your eyes at him.
“Are you tired yet?” You asked into Conor’s ear making him shake his head from your hot breath against his ear.
“Mhm, I am ac- Oli stop shooting me mate!” Conor exclaimed making you sigh in annoyance. Standing back up, you looked around at the seven boys.
“If you want to come to bed tonight, I suggest you clean up yeah?” You said making Mikey and Josh raise their eyebrows at your boyfriend. Conor paused the game before looking up at you.
“It’ll be done.” He responded making all the boys laugh at him. He gave a playful glare at them before getting up to shut the TV off. Satisfied with his actions, you stopped by the kitchen to get a drink before going upstairs.
“You’re so whipped.” Caspar said laughing making the rest laugh at your boyfriend.
“Stop laughing, y’all don’t have girls yet.” Conor exclaimed hushing the rest of them up. You were very satisfied.
Pairings: Minseok x main protagonist(Iseul) x Luhan
Warning: Mature content such as; violence, mature language, abuse, smut, drug use, suicide etc.
Read at your own Discretion!!!!
!WARNING! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, RAPE, ABUSE, SUICIDE AND SIMILAR GRAPHIC SCENES!!
Summary: Black Rose. The most feared and infamous Mafia in Seoul, with a leader just as infamous and just as feared. The whole country has heard of her, yet no one has encountered her and lived long enough to tell the tale. She’s cold, undetectable, invisible even. It’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Impossible. She walks over corpses to get what she wants and she wants revenge. All of her targets endure hell and eventually gruesome death. Her next target: Kim Minseok.
You couldn’t help the grin that spread across
your face as you woke up that morning, rolling to face Dean as he slept, the
peaceful rise and fall of his chest almost hypnotising as you looked over his
features for the millionth time. Reaching out, you lightly traced his brow,
round his eye and down to his cheekbone, lingering over the freckles that laid
there. He stirred slightly and you moved your hand not wanting to wake him up.
♔ a/n: okay so this is my very first attempt at writing a fanfic! i got the inspiration for this fic while watching ‘p.s. i love you’ for the 100th time (i cry literally every time i watch that movie tbfh) so i really hope you enjoy this! feel free to follow and stay tuned for more! ~ admin nat
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS JUST INSPIRED BY THE STORY. I AM BY NO MEANS TRYING TO TAKE CREDIT FROM THE AUTHOR, CECILIA AHERN.
I will take two Kinds of Requests, First is Whole sessions, which takes each group of Creatures By Prototype, and then the royalty (six prototypes max), and second, Single Prototype, which is a more in depth look at the specifics of the Prototype, and each named monster, but no royalty, because that would be a boring “Just a bigger stronger meaner version of the underlings.” Both come with Boosts to the other categories when individuals in other categories develop additional traits (Such as sword birds[Primary trait] in harlequin suits) , which are stats and weaknesses. PRE ENTRY PROTOTYPES ONLY. Please be specific with what you prototype. Guardians must have their skills/profession, and first guardians must have exactly what their powers are, and double pre entry prototypes must be specifically stated, they get their own unique group (Tentacats).
So for this example Post is a Whole session post.
The first Prototype for this session is a Book of Law. How I imagine such an abstract thing to be transferred equates to Bandits and Lawbringers. The beasts with this Kind of Prefix (Bandit, Sheriff, Deputy, Executioner.) Would have increased ability to use whips and Firearms, especially fast or intelligent beasts, such as Liches or Archons. Watch out for those Bandito Basilisks, their tails count as whips. Minor Boosts to other Categories are Speed and Intelligence, but a hit to gel viscosity.
Second Prototype is a non flower potted Plant. This results in a Forest style Prefix (Redwood, Oak, Poison Ivy, Fern) Beasts with this kind of Prefix would regenerate in sunlight. They also gain a bonus to what kind of Plant they are. Strong and Sturdy beasts Grow thick bark when they stand still, Such as an Ogre, or a Gliclops. Intelligent or Fast beasts can create and use vines as ranged attacks. And common troops such as Basilisks and Imps have either poisonous skin or release a cloud of toxic spores on death. On the Bright side though, They have a natural weakness to fire and ice weapons, and don’t last long on Heat or Frost based planets. Changes to Other categories are increased health and gel viscosity, but Reduced speed and a weakness to fire damage.
The third Prototype is a Cookie Jar. How sweet. The Beasts would have a sweets prefix (Cookie, cinnamon, Sugar, Cake.) Beasts with this kind of Prefix are the least deadly, but most numerous, as on death they split into two weaker kinds. The amount of grist upon death remains the same. The Sturdy beasts Have the most amount of splits. They will permanently die if Melted with fire based attacks. Yup. Boosts to other categories are a small boost to Strength and Life bar, but drop more Vitality Gel (Health drops).
The Fourth and final prototype is a Lego Crab. The beasts would have a Coloured brick Prefix (Yellow Brick, Purple Brick, spare bricks.) Beasts with this kind of prefix would have smaller health vials, but Multiple versions of them, allowing the beasts to reform before exploding into grist. You can quickly shatter a health vial by causing them to harm themselves on the environment, or use motion or wind based attacks to scatter the pieces. Be careful not to step on them as they leave a hazard on the ground that damages you after they die. Boosts to other categories don’t result in a stat increase, but instead the ability to keep fighting without your limbs.
The Royalty as a result will have traits from all of the Prototypes, or any prospitian or dersite who holds the King’s scepters/wears the queen’s rings. This results in Towering official looking executioner Royalty, who rule with Iron fists. The Queen will be Slender and Regal, having a powerful revolver at her side, and a lethal whip. Her body would be a twisted, but regal mess of Vines and leaves, of Sugary sweets, and of pieces of Lego, dressed as the sheriff of the land. She would have the power to precisely grow and control plants, as well as the ability to split twice into half as powerful versions of herself, able to reform their bodies twice. She would have a Brutal crippling weakness to Fire based damage, but would regenerate her Life vials incredibly fast in the sunlight, growing stronger the closer to Skaia she gets. This specific arrangement of powers belongs to whoever wields the queen’s ring. Bring a Flamethrower for your own sanity. The King on the Other hand is a Towering Redwood, Dressed as the Most deadly of Outlaws. It’s High noon on skaia, and the king demands a shootout. He is a Towering Redwood Made of Jawbreakers, and only the Blackest of legos. He has a Massive Powerful Revolver, that would likely do some massive damage if it hits you, and a Thick, heavy whip. He would be incredibly sturdy, With a Very Thick Bark Outer layer as a First Health Vial, with a strong and fast regen rate, a Very strong Jawbreaker Skin as A Second layer, and as you attack this layer Pieces shatter off making smaller versions of himself, and a quick to Reform Third Vial. You must defeat his third vial to truly kill him, but if you allow him to reform, you have to destroy the Jawbreaker skin once again. Bring A Flamethrower and A Jackhammer. You’ll need it.
request ; could you do a liam imagine with the same conditions as clinginess, where liam is abnormally clingy and loves you a lot but he fucks up and you say you need a break and he is absolutely, balls to the walls devoted. even though it’s not an official break up he’s heartbroken and grieving and just horrified. and stiles and scott give him a hard time in a joking manner, telling him how he’s whipped and stuff.
word count ; 1111 (11:11 MAKE A WISH)
warnings ; some swearing, good-natured teasing, stiles being sarcastic and cute and happy like s1-s3A :(((
a/n ; “Clinginess” holds a dear place in my heart, as it is probably one of my favorite imagine I’ve ever written. Not sure if I did this imagine justice as a sort of second part to “Clinginess,” because i adore everything about that imagine. hopefully this isn’t too awful in comparison. (link to “Clinginess” hereif you want to read it, it isn’t vital if you want to read this imagine, tho.)
Liam hadn’t come out of his room in two days, and it had been approximately fifty-two hours since you had stated that you were in need of a break. A break. The poor boy kept turning those words over in his head, wondering if you were out partying with some other guy, not needing Liam as much as clearly needed you. He almost got up from his bed when that thought occurred to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He would not cheat on you, and he was positive you weren’t cheating on him either.
You did love him, with all of your heart, but he was overbearing sometimes, and you couldn’t just deny that fact. You didn’t want to break up at all, you just needed some personal space, though Liam took that as a, “I hate you and I never want to see you again so don’t call me,” sort of thing. He was fifteen years old, and he was hopelessly in love with you, and he had no problem showing it literally all the time. There lies the problem.
He had been too clingy, too attached, wanting to be around you all the time and following you like a puppy whenever you hung out. At first, you had very much liked the attention, considering he was adorable and an overall sweetheart whom you loved very, very much. But he had become overbearing, so much that you had asked if you could have a small break for a little while. You needed some space from him, and he needed some space from you.
He used the space to cry in his room and listen to angry, loud music in the dark.
He let out a muffled groan when there was a knock on a door. He had specifically told his mom and step-dad not to bother him, that he was in the middle of a teenage crisis and wanted to wallow in his own pain. They left him alone, and he only came down to eat when everyone else was fast asleep and he could be alone. “Mom, I told you, I’m in the middle of a self-loathing session, followed by some more crying later, okay? Just leave me here to die,” he called miserably, lifting his head briefly from his pillow before placing his face in the pillow and shutting his eyes.
The door opened anyway, much to his chagrin, and he immediately picked up the scent of Scott and Stiles. Apparently, no one wanted Liam to deal with his misery. They shut the door, thankfully, and Liam heard Stiles pull up a chair. Sure, make yourself at home, he thought dryly.
“Scott,” Stiles whispered, tugging his best friend’s sleeve, “is he dead? Should I poke him with something sharp?” Liam picked his head up, staring at the two boys. He shot Stiles a glare, making the older boy drop one of Liam’s sharpened pencils.
“Leave me alone,” he said, rolling back over and drawing the covers up to his chin. “I’m grieving.”
“Who died?” Stiles inquired, actual concern shining through his sarcastic demeanor. He cared, in his own strange way.
“My relationship with the best person I’ve ever met,” Liam deadpanned, not letting his misery over the subject show in front of the two boys. They would surely make fun of him; the desperately in love fifteen year old pining for the girl who was so far out of his league, he shouldn’t have even been an option for you.
“Wait, you and Y/N broke up? Why?” Scott was genuinely concerned, unlike Stiles, who looked constipated due to trying to hold back loud laughter.
“She said she needed some space, which means that by Monday, I’m going to be a single loser who lost the best thing that has ever happened to him. I hate myself,” he moaned, burying his face back in his pillow.
“You sad, sad little sap,” Stiles commented fondly. Liam didn’t even bother to scowl. “Scott, your young son is whipped, isn’t that adorable?” Stiles beamed at Scott, affectionately reaching over to ruffle Liam’s hair. Liam growled at him. Stiles withdrew his hand, looking offended. “So cute,” he muttered.
Scott rolled his eyes. Stiles was like a child sometimes, but he knew where Liam was coming from. This was the Beta’s first relationship, his first love, he was devastated over a break up that wasn’t even official. “Do you want me to text her and ask if she really wants this to be permanent?” Scott suggested gently, careful choosing his words so he wouldn’t upset Liam even more. First break ups were awful, painful, but he’d heal. Considering it was you, though, and that you had Liam rendered completely whipped, it would just take a lot of time.
“Could you, please?” Liam pouted, sitting up and giving Scott puppy eyes. Scott smiled, nodding and pulling his phone out of his pocket. Liam sighed gratefully, leaning back against his headboard and watching anxiously as Scott tapped away at his phone. A ding sounded through the room instantly, and Liam bit at his nail as Scott read through your message. “Well? Does she hate me?”
“Of course not, you dippity-doo,” Stiles snorted, peering at your text over Scott’s phone. Scott frowned at him, then gave Liam a reassuring smile.
“Nah, she doesn’t hate you, and she doesn’t want to break up. She just wanted to have a little girl time with Lydia, Kira, and Malia. But you -”
“Were too far up her ass to let her hang out and do girly things,” Stiles finished. Liam rolled his eyes, a weight lifted off his chest. You still loved him, thank god.
“No, Liam was just a little clingy, is all. She doesn’t usually mind, but you can’t exactly hang out with her in the bathroom, kid,” Scott laughed, leaning forward to mess Liam’s hair up affectionately. Scott was the nice, all around good older brother, whilst Stiles was the louder, slightly ruder twin. Liam was the little brother, who they both enjoyed teasing good-naturedly.
“You followed her into the bathroom?” Stiles asked incredulously, not bothering to hide his laughter this time. Liam blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“N-no! Of course not…I just waited outside the door,” he said quietly, going redder. The boys laughed even louder, because Liam was such a stage 5 clinger sometimes it was insane.
“Young love,” Stiles declared dramatically. “There truly is no better feeling.”
Liam, feeling those butterflies in his stomach when his phone buzzed on his desk with a text from you, had to agree with Stiles. This was inarguably the best feeling in the entire world.