who told you you could be so perfect

anonymous asked:

You, an amazing, sweet and honestly good looking person being single really destroys all hope for me ever finding anyone. Like if you can't, how could I ever.

Don’t say that! Everyone is literally all different. I’m not perfect at all. And I only really open my heart and trust to those who I’ve taken the time to get to know. It’s not easy for me, so the moments are few and far between. The few people I’ve done that with have told me they don’t feel the same. It’s sad and I deal with my self esteem every day with that, but it does NOT mean there’s no hope for you. We are all different and people come into our lives at different times. It’s not a race and it’s not a game based on merit. If it will happen for me, I don’t know for sure, but it does not mean it won’t happen for you.

Hope
Peter Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1002
Rating: PG
Warnings: language
Gif By: @charlesxavieer

Peter Maximoff was not the kind of person you could easily ignore, yet, somehow, all his friends succeeded in doing so. The other day he may have said something “rude” to Jubilee. He hadn’t meant what he said; the words just tumbled out of his mouth. What he had told her was enough to get the entire team, including Hank and Charles, to ignore him. Not one of them would look in his direction and the silver-haired boy was beginning to lose his mind.

Peter found himself sulking in the library at a window seat, watching some students play basketball outside. He had his earbuds in his ears and a dejected look was seemingly glued to his face. The beautiful weather combined with the long summer vacation had left the library almost completely empty except for Peter and you.

You preferred the comfort of the library over the messiness of the outdoors. Books were your comfort area; when your mutation had originally developed, the books you read were where you could escape the judgement and teasing of kids at school. Even at Xavier’s, when you felt like an outcast, you found your safe haven to be the library.

It was odd for you to see another person in the library during the summer unless the day was rainy, but with Ororo around, those days had become scarce. You decided that the silver haired boy at the window was here for some alone time; you weren’t quite sure why considering that every time you had seen him, he was surrounded by a group of friends. It was best, you decided, to leave him alone unless he began to cry or do something to attract your attention.

Every few minutes, Peter would reach his hand down to the Walkman attached to his jeans and turn up the sound of his music. The sound had gotten increasingly louder and had started to get on your nerves. If you were to read, it needed to be in silence. That was the only way you could relax. Loud noises, or more specifically, loud music, bothered you to the point where you could no longer focus. You repeatedly glared in his direction, but his music continued, and so did your increasing anger. Suddenly, you snapped your book closed, threw it on the table, and stalked over to Peter.

“Excuse me!” You shouted, waving your hand in front of his face. Peter snapped out of his trance and pulled out his earbuds. He turned to face you, surprised that there had been another person in the library.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but your music? It’s driving me insane. So could you please, please, either turn it off or turn it down?” Peter’s mouth opens and closes, attempting to respond; instead he grabs at his Walkman, shutting the music off.

“Sorry, I just- wasn’t expecting anyone else in here and- just a bad day and- y’know not your problem, my fault- m’sorry.” Peter’s mumbling combined with the speed of his words made it nearly impossible for you to understand his words.

“Slow down there. It’s fine, really. Is everything ok? I was a bit concerned seeing someone other than me in here on a sunny day. Can I sit?” You pointed your finger to where Peter had his feet propped on the chair. He nodded and quickly swung his feet down so you could sit down.

“Talk. I’ve been told I’m a good listener; you seem like you need it.” You told him. Peter sighed, thinking of a good way to put his thoughts into words. He wasn’t proud of what he said and telling someone who he had just met about the stupid shit he said wasn’t exactly a perfect idea; especially when this someone was cute.

“So, my friends, you probably know them, they’re all pissed at me. I said something stupid; not shocking considering I’m me. Anyways, I may have told my friend Jubilee, when I was mad, that her mutation was useless.” He winced as the last word left his mouth.

“Wow. That’s- wow. Well, you apologized, right? That would help.” You suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds like it would help, but it didn’t. Everyone’s pissed at me; Charles won’t even talk to me. I understand why everyone is angry at me, but I don’t understand why they don’t give me a chance to make it up. I was an asshole, yeah, I’ll be the first to admit that. I just need my friends to talk to me so I can tell them how sorry I am. I was just mad and that shouldn’t be a good reason, I know. I’m just really upset.” Peter explained.

“That’s a valid reason to be upset. You were a dick, definitely, but what they’re doing isn’t okay either. Shutting you out? What is that supposed to do? It’s not going to make anything better. What I think you need to do is go up to Jubilee and ask her if you two can talk things out, alone. If she forgives you, there’s absolutely no reason for anyone else to still be angry with you.” You told him. Peter’s gaze had returned to the window, thinking through what you said. You placed your hand lightly on his in order to get his attention. His head turned back to meet yours and he gave you a light smile.

“It’ll get better. You will get your friends back; trust me. And, hey, if it doesn’t work, come find me in the library. My name’s (y/n) and I’m pretty much always here.” You stood up from the seat and made your way back to your book.

“Hey, uh, (y/n)?” Peter called. You turned back to him with an expectant look on your face.

“Just, well, thanks. Really.” The two of you shared a smile before Peter watched you leave the library. Maybe things between his friends weren’t perfect at the moment, but, thanks to you, he had hope that it would.

He makes your baby laugh  (BTS)

Rap Monster: -he would hear his son start laughing and he wouldn’t be sure why but he would be very much happy to hear it- “what did I do that’s so funny little buddy?”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Jin: -he would dance for his daughter when she would start crying because it always made her laugh a lot so he would keep doing it to make sure she stay happy- *gif*

Originally posted by crimsonspeedsterr

Suga: -you would hear the loud laughter of your daughter who was happily sitting beside her father. You asked if he was doing something but he never told you what- “it’s for me to know and you never to find out”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

J-Hope: -he was always so happy when he could get his little ones to laugh because once he got one laughing the other would join in right away- “nothing better than their laughter”

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin: -he would instantly look at you when your baby girl started laughing. Since it was the first one she did he was glad he made her laugh- “her laugh is even perfect”

Originally posted by chimchams

V: -his boy would let out a dorky laugh. Then it would make him laugh with his son and they would just be laughing over nothing when you would walk into the room- “we’re so alike aren’t we?”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook: -He would simply walk into the kitchen in the morning and your daughter would start laughing at him. You always asked him what he was doing to get her to laugh so much- “I must just be a funny guy. At least she thinks so”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


• • • • • • • •


After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

Making Bruce Wayne blush

I felt inspired today, and so here’s for my second post on Tumblr…Some Bruce Wayne loving. Hope you’ll enjoy. 

WARNING : Mention of sex. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Tonight, at yet another boring charity gala, you decided that your favorite game was DEFINITELY “Make Bruce Wayne blush”.
It wasn’t an easy game, and sometimes, when he was broodier than usual, it was like playing on “hard mode”…but it was so worth it when you succeeded.

Part one of your plan, was always to make him jealous. He was more receptive to your teasing when jealous. His mind was always somewhat slower when jealous, focused on the fact that it wasn’t him flirting with you, but some asshole he suddenly didn’t like at all. 


You rarely had the occasion to make him jealous though, as he rarely let go of you during one of those charity soirée. He knew you were uncomfortable at those, and he knew you found his arm around your waist comforting. Besides, he loved to show you off to anyone he’d talk to that night. And you absolutely loved that he liked it, it made you feel good about yourself, that billionaire ex-playboy Bruce Wayne was proud to date you. You were rarely alone…but sometimes, a particular guest would take up all his attention, and you’d slip away to the bar to get something to drink, and escape the boring conversation about trade and such. 


Tonight was one of those occasions, and to hell if you weren’t going to take advantage of it. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

13 and 15 with Suga

Boy Next Door (Yoongi x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Are you hurt?” + “Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?”

Summary: Your new neighbour is developing a habit of crawling through your bedroom window when he’s bored. You know you should stop him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. 

Word count: 1.6k words

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

You were excited when you’re parents told you a new family was moving next door. You were even more excited when you heard a boy who was your age would be your neighbour. In the middle of summer with nothing to do, you couldn’t help but fantasize about the perfect boy next door. It was every teenager’s dream, wasn’t it?

One early Friday morning, you were roused by loud noises coming from outside. Drowsily, you stumbled to your feet and peered out your bedroom window. It was pointless, of course, because the houses on your street were too close together, so all you could see was the vacant house’s bedroom window.

Only, the house wasn’t so vacant anymore.

A boy was standing in front of the window, brushing his teeth while looking half asleep. From what you could see, he had dark hair, pale skin, and some really nice hands. Then, his sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you soon discovered that your neighbour’s gaze was piercing.

Squeaking, you dropped to the ground–out of sight. You felt your cheeks heating up, totally embarrassed that you had been caught spying. Repressing the urge to scream, you crawled out of your bedroom and into the hall, where the noises from outside grew louder.

Now, you knew it was because your new neighbours were finally moving in. And you also knew that the boy next door was as cute as you had hoped. But of course he had to see you rumpled with sleep and invading his privacy.

Shaking your head, you got back to your feet and thudded down the stairs. In the kitchen, your mom was sipping a cup of coffee as she peered out the window, evidently spying on your new neighbours as well.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were moving in today?” you whined, throwing yourself onto a kitchen chair and slumping over the small table in front of you.

“I didn’t want to wake you up so early,” your mom replied, turning around to look at you. “Why, did something happen?”

“The boy is in the bedroom across mine,” you explained hesitantly. “He may or may not have seen me spying.”

“I heard his name’s Yoongi. He’s pretty cute, no?” your mom cackled. “Let’s just hope he finds the spying endearing, not creepy.”


Later in the afternoon, the August heat became unbearable. In your small room, there was little ventilation, so you were sweating buckets. Pushing away from your desk, you walked across the room to the window. You hoped your neighbour wouldn’t be able to see you. With a grunt, you pulled the large window open, feeling a gentle breeze billow through the opening. It wasn’t much, but it made the heat a little less painful.

Returning to your desk, you became so engrossed in watching anime that you didn’t process the sound of the window across yours clicking open. You didn’t hear the sound of someone struggling to stand on their window frame. You didn’t hear the sound of them leaping through the air.

But you did hear the loud crash of something colliding with your bedroom floor.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, spinning around in your chair. In front of you, Yoongi was sprawled on your hardwood floors, facedown and unmoving. “Uh, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Yoongi grunted, his voice muffled since he had yet to lift his head. Eventually, he pushed himself upright, opting to sit cross-legged facing you. When he didn’t elaborate on the situation, you crossed your arms.

“Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t call it crawling, it was more of a leap,” Yoongi replied, not answering your question. “For a second, I thought I wouldn’t make it. Luckily the drop isn’t that big.”

“You shouldn’t be jumping through windows. That’s dangerous,” you scolded. “But still, that doesn’t explain anything.”

“I’m just bored,” Yoongi said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve been unpacking for hours, and I need a break. Our WiFi isn’t set up yet either, so that really sucks.”

You nodded at that, feeling a little sympathy for Yoongi’s situation. “You could have just knocked on the door like a normal person,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but this was faster. Plus, I’m already here,” Yoongi responded. He jerked his head in the direction of your laptop. “What are you watching?”

“One Punch Man,” you answered slowly, a little embarrassed. But Yoongi’s lips twitched into a little smile, and you thought it was adorable.

“Sweet,” he said, turning to look at the laptop expectantly. “I’m Yoongi, by the way. You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yep, that’s me,” you replied. You picked up your laptop and sat on the floor beside Yoongi, setting the laptop in front of your crossed legs. “I just finished this episode.”

So you and Yoongi spent the rest of the afternoon watching One Punch Man on your laptop. It was a really odd situation, but it was surprisingly comfortable. Little conversations popped up here and there, and you took a surprising liking to your new neighbour. And luckily, he didn’t bring up the spying incident from earlier that day.

Eventually, when dinnertime came, Yoongi announced his departure and disappeared through the window he entered by. You peered after him curiously, but he had already faded into the darkness of his bedroom, completely out of sight. Smiling, you turned away from the window. You figured you should close it, but something compelled you to keep it open.


The next evening, while you were blasting music through your speakers, Yoongi came tumbling through your window again. You shrieked, dropping the nail polish you were holding onto your floor. Cursing, you reached blindly for some tissues to wipe up the spilled liquid.

Yoongi watched you clean expressionlessly, although you couldn’t help but feel his blank gaze was judgemental.

“This stuff is expensive, okay? Plus it stains,” you said defensively, tossing the crumpled tissues covered in black nail polish into the garbage. “Give me some warning next time.”

“What, am I supposed to yell through the window?” Yoongi snorted. “I feel like that wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

“I dunno, just text me or something,” you suggested. Yoongi raised his eyebrow at you, and you stared at him blankly before you realized you hadn’t exchanged numbers yet. “Oh, give me your phone. I’ll put in my number.”

“I left it inside,” Yoongi shrugged.

“Ugh, whatever,” you groaned. You plopped onto your bed and looked at Yoongi suspiciously. “So, why are you here?”

“Bored,” Yoongi replied simply. “Plus, you’re blasting some pretty shit music. I had to come turn it off.”

“Excuse me?” you balk. You pointed a finger at Yoongi. “You trespass into my room and then insult my music? Who do you think you are?”

“I’m just telling you the truth,” Yoongi smirked. You wanted to punch him in the face, but you also wanted to kiss him because damn that was hot. Wait, kiss?

Yoongi got to his feet and walked over to your laptop, sitting on your desk chair. “Let me show you some real music,” Yoongi said, typing something into your computer. Eventually, a new song started playing.

It was just a drum beat at first, but soon powerful rapping began to play. It was fast, and the rapper had a raspy, emotive voice. And their voice sounded strangely familiar.

“Wait, is this your mixtape?” you asked, your jaw dropping.

“And if it is?” Yoongi said, spinning in the chair to give you a look.

“What a shameless plug!” you exclaimed, clutching your stomach as you laughed. Yoongi gave you an offended look, and you brushed tears out of your eyes. “But this is really good. I didn’t know you rapped. That’s so cool.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi said, glancing away. You weren’t sure, but it looked like he was blushing. “But you have no taste in music, so it doesn’t mean much.”

“Hey!” you shouted, launching a pillow at Yoongi’s head. It bounced off rather harmlessly, but the look Yoongi gave you was murderous. He stood and approached you silently, and you backed up instinctively.

Then, Yoongi’s hands shot out, grabbing your waist and squeezing. You burst into laughter, trying to wiggle away, but Yoongi only tickled you harder. Tears streamed down your face as you laughed silently, your stomach clenching.

“I’m gonna pee,” you wheezed out, trying to push Yoongi’s hands away.

He made a face at that and backed off quickly. “That’s gross,” Yoongi said, his nose crinkling.

“It’s natural,” you sniffed. “You’re lucky I didn’t. That’s what you get if you tickle me.”

“Duly noted,” Yoongi laughed. He glanced out your window at the darkening sky. “I should get back now. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate. “See you soon.”

With that, Yoongi jumped onto your window frame, crouching precariously between your room and a two-storey fall. Then, with confidence, he pushed himself forward, leaping through the air and through his window. Yoongi crashed to the ground of his own bedroom, his muttered curses travelling through the quiet night.

You felt a bit lonely, even though he had just left. But at least you had tomorrow to look forward to. Grinning, you turned back to your computer and flopped onto the chair. You realized Yoongi had still left his mixtape up. Turning the volume on your speakers way down, you played his music, realizing that you may be developing a little crush.

Oh well.

- Girl in Luv

Ok so I was going to write I Got You On My Mind tonight, but I don’t have the time nor the energy for 2k+ part right now. I know I suck, but I want to be able to put out good content and sometimes I just can’t force a story. Plus, this one looked like a lot of fun, which it was. So I’m sorry for everyone who’s waiting, and I promise it’ll be out soon! I hope you enjoyed this imagine, stay tuned for more 💛

#8 -“I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?” - Peter Parker One Shot

Summary: You’re walking through the city at night when you end up in some trouble and get stabbed, blacking out in Spider-Man’s arms, but you could have sworn it was Peter under the mask.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Stabbing, blood loss, blacking out.

A/N: I was going to wait to write this until Homecoming came out to celebrate its release, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Hope you enjoy!

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One thing you have learned about yourself is how much you love living in a city. When your parents told you you’d be moving to New York City, the idea daunted you for some time. You had remembered going into the city when you were a child and hating the hustle and bustle of the place. There was always so many people on the sidewalk who didn’t seem to care if they pushed you or temporarily separated you from your mother, and there was always so much noise that you could barely hear yourself think. But, once you moved here, you realised it wasn’t so bad.

You guess, in part, that has something to do with the friend’s you’ve made since moving here. When you started at your new school, you hated the idea of being the “new girl.” You’d never actually been the “new girl” before, but you’d seen so many movies and television shows to know it didn’t sound like such a good label. However, much to your surprise, a group of kids took to you quite easily. Michelle was the first one to approach you. Apparently, the two boys she’s friends with were too nervous to do so themselves, so she had agreed to make the first move. When you first got talking, you found her a little strange, but in a harmless type of way. She had a really dry sense of humour which reminded you of your grandfather’s – and whilst you didn’t know if that was a good thing, it made you feel more at home. Breaking the ice wasn’t so difficult because you soon realised you had a lot in common, and eventually she introduced you to the two boys she had mentioned earlier – Peter and Ned.

You could tell they were a little bit nervous, which you found a little awkward, as you had no idea why they were the nervous ones. It made you worry that they didn’t like you, and that you’d end up being isolated from that friendship group. It turned out to be quite the opposite…especially with you and Peter. Michelle had pretty much explained in her sense of humour that the boys were inexperienced in being around “pretty girls like you.” You thought she was being ridiculous, because you thought she was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in a long time. Natural, and not overly made-up like a lot of the other girls you knew. Not that you thought that was a bad thing – you’re down for girls wearing a lot of make-up if it makes them feel good about themselves – but Michelle’s attitude to that sort of stuff inspired you in so many ways.

Anyway, you went along with Michelle, and teased the boys a little for it. It was all fun and games until Peter snapped at you. You had worried you had taken things too far, and ended up having a breakdown in the girl’s toilets about it. Michelle had to coax you out of the cubicle by threatening to tell Peter that you had a huge-ass crush on him. You didn’t speak to the boys for the rest of the day, but you felt terrible after school, so you went over to Peter’s apartment later on. His Aunt was the only one home, but when you explained why you had turned up on her doorstep, she invited you in to wait for Peter returning from wherever he had gotten to.

He stumbled in from his bedroom, rather than the front door, which took both you and his Aunt by surprise. No-one was as surprised as Peter was to see you at his apartment though. He took you into his room to talk after insisting he “tidies up” – despite his Aunt claiming she’d tidied the room whilst he was out - but left the door slightly open, “house rule” he had claimed. You had taken a deep breath and apologised for upsetting him earlier in the day, but he surprised you yet again by assuring you that you hadn’t upset him and he was only playing with you the same way you were him – he had no idea you had cried in a toilet cubicle to yourself afterwards and he felt really bad. The two of you burst out laughing when you realised how ridiculous the whole thing was – but then you accidentally let slip you were so distraught over the thought of upsetting him because you thought you could end up quite liking him.

Your admission wasn’t far wrong – skip to a year later, and we’ve been dating for ten months. You’re the “school sweethearts” that everyone seemingly adores. No-one fusses over you the way his Aunt May does. You are literally invited to their place for dinner so many times that you have to keep subtly reminding her that you do have a family of your own that enjoys spending time with you. Peter gets really embarrassed by her eagerness, but you think it’s sweet that you get on so well with her. You know how important she is to Peter and how much Peter values her, so the last thing you would want was for her to hate you.

All in all, the relationship is pretty much perfect. Except…for one thing…and you think it’s fairly minor, but when you’ve brought it up to your mom (who you tell pretty much everything), she told you to be cautious. That one thing is that he’s always sneaking off places he can’t tell you afterwards. “So, where were you this morning? I was caught up in a bank robbery and I could have done with a shoulder to cry on when it was over.” “Oh…uh…I…um…I was…I was…would you like some of my Aunt May’s date and walnut cake? It’s really delicious, I’ll go and get you some!”

It bothered you a little bit, but that didn’t subtract from how smitten you were with him.

“I’m on my way home now.” You tell Peter from your end of the line, as you walk through the empty streets of Brooklyn towards the subway station. You had gone to the library to work on a project you’re doing with a couple of girls from school, and now you’re on your way home.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” He questions.

You furrow your eyebrows to yourself, “Peter, I’m in Brooklyn! You’re in Queens! What would be the point in you coming all that way to walk me to the subway station that is literally five minutes away from where I am now?”

“I don’t mind. I can be by your side in no time. Just tell me where you are and I’ll be there soon.” He practically demands.

You roll your eyes, “You are so over-protective!”

He pauses, “…is that bad?”

You laugh at how cute you think he is, “No…no, it’s not, it’s just…”

Your voice trails off when the sound of voices takes your attention from down a side street you’re approaching. “(Y/N)…(Y/N)…are you there?” you vaguely hear Peter say through the phone. You take a look down the small ally-way to your right to find two figures – one of a man pressing a woman up against the wall by a knife to her throat.

You let out as quiet of a gasp as possible, before hiding just around the corner so the attacker won’t be able to realise you’re there. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Peter asks, seriousness in his voice.

“There’s…there’s a guy holding a woman at knife point down an ally-way. I don’t know what to do.” You explain as best you can.

“I do!” Peter explains, and you could have sworn you could hear something clatter in the background, “Get the hell away from there!”

“Peter, I can’t just let this poor woman have her throat slit without doing anything!” You whisper-shout to him.

“You won’t be!” He argues, “Spider-Man is probably on his way to the scene right now, which means you can leave. NOW GO!”

You’re surprised by the sudden raise in his voice, and it only makes you angrier. “No, I have to call the police or something.”

“I’ll do it, you just get home!” He continues to argue, as more noise of something clattering in the background becomes more and more noticeable.

“Peter, are you okay?” You ask him, “It sounds like you’ve fallen over or something.”

“Don’t worry about me, just please leave, okay? I couldn’t cope if something bad happened to you, so please just get to the subway and get home. Don’t make me call your Dad.”

You roll your eyes, “Peter, nothing bad is going to happen to m-“

Your cell is suddenly removed from your grip, and is thrown on the floor; shattering into a couple of pieces. Your heart rate begins to pick up as you turn to face a scary man staring down at you – knife in one hand, woman in the other.

“Are you sure about that princess?” He snarls, “Because I don’t take too kindly to eavesdroppers.”

You gulp, “I…I…I wasn’t…I was just on the phone with my boyfriend…I didn’t even know you were there…I swear.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” The guy laughs, “Sounds like he’s a bit worried for his…little lady.”

You look down at the knife he’s holding with a tight and secure grip. If you could run, you would…but you’re too petrified to move. It’s like you’re staring death straight in the eyes and not even trying to fight it off. You’ve just given up trying.

“Yo knife guy!” A voice calls from behind you.

Too scared to look back, you watch the guy’s reaction. To your surprise, he looks somewhat scared. As though Spider-Man – who you have concluded must only be young himself – is the worst possible outcome for him.

“D’you wanna take it down a notch?” The voice continues in the same exact tone of sarcasm you’re sure you’ve heard somewhere before.

The guy’s mouth falls into a smirk, “Not really, spider-dude.”

What happens next happens so fast. The harsh sensation of a sharp object hits your hip, and you let out a gargle as you begin to feel blood pouring out of your hip, and you begin to black out as you fall to the ground…

…you don’t really see much of what happens after that, your sight has become a bit of a blur, but you’re aware that the guy ran off and let the other girl go. A red and blue figure appears above you.

“I need you to stay awake for me.” Spider-Man tells you, “Please just…please just stay awake.”

A few moments pass by, and he begins to speak to himself, rather than to you.

“Please (Y/N)…I can’t lose you like I did Uncle Ben. I just can’t. There are only five things I care about in this world right now. Aunt May. Ned. Michelle. This City…and you. I can’t lose you, please…”

He lifts up his two hands and removes his mask from his face. Familiar brown eyes stare into yours, and the inch of adrenaline left in you shoots through your body.

“…Peter?” You whisper faintly, before completely blacking out.

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The sound of someone flicking through a newspaper beside you becomes more and more irritating the more conscious you become. You carefully move your head to your right to find your Dad sitting beside you, face out-of-sight due to the newspaper covering it.

“Hello, sweetie.” A soft voice speaks from the other side of you, as a hand strokes your forehead.

You turn to face your mom, who is looking back at you with the kind eyes she used to give you whenever you fell over as a kid. You give her a faint smile, but then realise she probably can’t make it out due to the oxygen mask covering your mouth and nose.

“Finally, you wake up. I always knew you were a lazy-bones!” Your Dad jokes, putting down the newspaper to give you his full attention.

You reach up and remove the oxygen mask from your face, “What happened?” You croak to your Dad.

He looks to your mom, before slipping his hand in yours. “You were stabbed, sweetheart…but it’s okay, the guy who did it has been caught and the nurse says you’re going to be fine. I don’t know what we would have done if Spider-Man hadn’t got to you when he did. He saved your life, angel.”

Whenever Spider-Man is mentioned, you have always felt a bit excited…but this feels different. Instead of excitement, you get a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. And that’s when a certain memory from last night hits you hard…

“I need you to stay awake for me.” Spider-Man tells you, “Please just…please just stay awake.”

A few moments pass by, and he begins to speak to himself, rather than to you. “Please (Y/N)…I can’t lose you like I did Uncle Ben. I just can’t. There are only five things I care about in this world right now. Aunt May. Ned. Michelle. This City…and you. I can’t lose you, please…”

He lifts up his two hands and removes his mask from his face. Familiar brown eyes stare into yours, and the inch of adrenaline left in you shoots through your body.

“…Peter?” You whisper faintly, before completely blacking out.

A lump forms in your throat when you come to the realisation that Spider-Man isn’t just a random guy in the neighbourhood…

Spider-Man is your boyfriend.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. You and your parents turn to find Peter stood there, flowers in hand.

“We’ll give you two a minute.” Your mom smiles, giving your Dad a knowing look, before the two exit the room.

Peter takes the seat your Dad was sitting in and places the flowers on the desk next to your bed. “Hey love, how are you feeling? You had me worried sick!”

“Peter…” You speak, ignoring his question. “Where were you last night?”

He shuffles in his seat, “I…I was at home with my Aunt May.”

You nod for a second, “Because I could have sworn that…just after I was stabbed but before I blacked out…that Spider-Man took off his mask and…and it was you under there!”

You watch as a look of panic on his face tries it’s best to turn into a laugh, “Are you serious? Me? Spider-Man? Come on, I know you’ve lost a lot of blood but surely you can hear how crazy you are?”

When you give him an uncertain look, he relaxes and holds your hand.

“Look, love…” He begins softly, “I would love to be Spider-Man. It must be so crazy for that guy getting to do what he does…but that’s not me in that suit.”

“But…I remember saying your name.” You persist, “It was the last thing I said before I blacked out.”

A subtle blush appears on his cheeks, “Babe, that’s sweet, it really is, but…you lost a lot of blood, and you were blacking out. Anything you think you saw, or anything you think you heard…was probably all just a hallucination that comes with blacking out due to loss of blood.”

You stare him out for a moment longer, before nodding your head in defeat. “Yeah, you’re probably right…I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?”

He laughs, “No, love. Absolutely, no way. Sorry, love.”

You bite your lip to hold back the tears that are about to fall. You don’t know what hurts more…the fact he’s been lying to you all this time, or the fact he’s just looked you in your eyes and lied to your face.


PART TWO

Let You Go || Park Jimin

Originally posted by yoonmin

Word Count: 3.0k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


The airport was a busy place, filled with busy people living busy lives and heading to their own respective places. It just so happened that you happened to be one of the few who wasn’t as busy, which meant you could take your time to look around at everyone walking around you. It amazed you to see how many people lived here, how many people were constantly traveling It was like an entirely different world to you.

Your parents had moved from Seoul when you were at a very young age, and moved to America. You had been living in America and you had grown up learning to speak English and Korean, as your family didn’t want you to forget where you were from and at some point they were planning on moving back to Seoul, they just weren’t sure when.

Jiwon was one of the only other Korean people you knew in New York. The two of you had instantly bonded over the fact that you shared the same nationality and you became instant friends. You were excited to finally have someone you could talk to in your native language, and it seemed she was just as excited. The two of you would gossip all the time and you would find yourselves always getting into trouble.

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Chin Up Pt.1


ANONYMOUS Requested:

Can I request a Jimin fluff when he is like the outcast of the school and nobody talks to him, and you see him eating alone by himself and go sit with him, bc you think he doesnt deserves to be treated like that and you wanna be friends with him?


Part 1 Part 2

Genre: High School!Au, Fluff

Word Count: 775

A/N: It’s a lil short but I think I wanna do this in parts tbh? Maybe I’ll get some more inspiration and this can be a good series. 



Your whole life, you’d lived in a small town where everyone knew each other. The same groups of friends always stayed the same so, every passing school year you always knew who to sit with and who to talk to. Your friends always remained close, as so did everyone else’s. Everything remained the same until high school. A new student was enrolled from another city, you didn’t know him personally but he seemed harmless enough. Your friends also noticed him, but were rather indifferent to him. At first, you thought that he’d find somewhere to fit in quickly. He had a nice smile that made his eyes look like little crescent moons, full lips, and brightly colored hair. He wasn’t easily lost in a crowd, he was bound to catch someone’s attention. With those thoughts in mind, you didn’t give him much thought and went about your day as you always did.

The days went by, and the cotton candy haired boy was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t run into him in the halls, and none of your friends knew or cared where he was. One day at lunch, you saw him sitting by himself and part of you hoped he was just waiting for his friends. However, as the minutes passed no one went to him, he just sat there in silence by himself in an empty table. You asked your friends about it, but as expected, they only gave disinterested answers about him saying that maybe his friends were running late, or maybe they couldn’t find him. You’d have to be blind to miss  a kid with bright pink hair.

After that day, you saw him more and more. He was always alone, though. He got transferred to your literature class, so now you saw him every day; you saw him eat by himself every day at lunch. You suggested to your friends that they go sit with him, they didn’t think it was a good idea though. Regardless of what they thought, you took your things and went to sit with him anyway. He looked up at you, his expression half hopeful and half scared, you sat in front of him and set your food down in front of you. He stopped eating and watched you quietly, the silence was a little awkward so you spoke up,

“Where’d you come from?” You asked, looking at him expectantly, tone sweet and warm. Your question caught the boy off guard, he hesitated a little before he spoke.

“I- Nowhere special.” Was all that he said. Odd, but whatever.

“What should I call you fairy boy?” he giggled shyly at your comment. He had this aura to him that just screamed adorable. Everything he did was inherently cute, he really was charming.

“I’m Jimin, who are you though?” His voice was a little pitched, just the perfect tone. It matched his entire image of softness.

You spent lunch with Jimin, he was an interesting kid, he liked to draw and he swore on his life he was “totally the coolest dancer you’ll ever see.” He walked you to class even though you told him he didn’t have to, but he insisted that it was okay as his class was down the hall. You almost didn’t want to go to class just so you could spend more time with him. You had the next hour with him so you might be able to talk then. When you got out of class, he was already waiting for you there, he greeted you and you were on your way. You could tell that Jimin really enjoyed literature, because whenever you looked over at him you saw him reading ahead while the teacher droned on and on about pacing and tone.

Once the day was done, you were ready to go home and so was Jimin. You didn’t exactly know where he lived but he insisted he was going in your direction too, so you walked together. On the walk there, you learned a little more about him. His family moved to your town because of his little brother, so they thought this change would be good for both of them. And according to Jimin it was, he didn’t have that many friends in his old school either so he hoped that he’d find people to connect with here, which led you to meet him. The walk felt too short, but before you knew it you were already at the steps of your house. Jimin waved you a goodbye before he disappeared down the street.

You couldn’t help but feel a little excited thinking about seeing him tomorrow.

Part Six // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski​): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five - Part Seven Part Eight

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Violence, Kissing and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,724

With an angry groan, Stiles slammed his bedroom door shut and kicked the surface without second thought. As he fixed the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he ran down the staircase with his car keys in hand.

“What the hell was that for?!” Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the house.

“Nothing.” Stiles sighed, ready to just go to school and, somehow, get his mind off of Katalina.

“That definitely wasn’t because of nothing.” Stilinski disagreed, walking into the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich and a coffee in his hands.

Stiles rubbed his face in frustration at his father’s prying. He already dealt with so much, the last thing he needs is to talk about it.

“Dad, I’m really not in the mood for one of your routine interrogations right now.” Stiles sighed and the Sheriff nodded, understanding his son was in one of those moods.

“Alright, Alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “How about I tell you something about my day yesterday, instead?”

“Sure.” Stiles let out a breath, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something really nice happened.”

“Did you finally get the courage to ask Melissa McCall out?” The son questioned and Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes at the smirking boy.

“No.” He scoffed and it took everything in Stiles not to chuckle. “When I went to the hospital to see-”

“The woman you’ve been secretly crushing on for a good couple of years now?” Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes.

“Okay, you know what?” The Sheriff sighed, tired of his son’s sarcasm and began to walk back into the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“No, come on.” Stiles chuckled, approaching his father and grabbing his arm to stop him. “I’m just messing with you, but I really do want to know. Tell me, what happened at the hospital?”

“Fine.” Stilinski sighed, turning back around to face the younger boy. “I saw Katalina’s mom after what- four years? Man, has it been that long?”

Stiles heart dropped down in his stomach the second he said her name, the sound alone making guilt take over his entire body and consume him. It took everything in Stiles not to break down in front of his own father, right now.

He hates everything that’s happening between them and all he truly wants is to make things right. But, Stiles knew that things weren’t that simple. Not when Katalina believes he just took advantage of her since he didn’t have the courage to actually tell her the truth.

“Y-Yeah, it has.” Stiles cleared his throat, running his fingers through his silky hair.

“How come?” Sheriff Stilinski asked innocently, not knowing how intense that topic was and Stiles internally winced. “I used to see her all the time when she would come pick up Kat. Which, thinking about now, makes me realize Katalina hasn’t been over in a good while either.”

Sheriff’s head spun as he put everything together, being the incredibly skillful and talented detective he was. Stiles, on the other hand, was getting more nervous by the second.

“Wait, Son-” The older man’s eyes widened with realization. “What happened between you two?”

That question was precisely what caused Stiles’ breaking point as he dropped his head and felt tears beginning to form in his golden-brown eyes. Sheriff Stilinski watched his only son start to cry in front of him, his heart wrenching at the tragic sight.

“I messed up.” Stiles confessed through quiet sobs, desperately trying to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks. “I-I lost her, Dad.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the pain inside of him anymore. He was tired of putting up an act and letting his heartbreak boil up inside of him as he dealt with it on his own. Stiles didn’t want to show anyone how he truly felt because he didn’t want anyone to know just how vulnerable he was, but after losing the one girl he ever actually loved for the second time made him not care who could possibly see.

But, the thing was out of all the people that could help him through this, his own father was just the perfect person to do so.

Placing a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder, the Sheriff pulled the heartbroken boy’s attention off of the floor and back on him.

“You didn’t lose her, Stiles.” He stated with a soft expression, but his voice was so confident Stiles felt inclined to actually believe him. “And I’m sure of it.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, his voice breaking.

“Because her mom told me something that Katalina does ‘till this day.” Sheriff Stilinski smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the two best friends that grew up together and clearly loved each other. “Whenever she’s sad, Kat gets one of your old lacrosse sweatshirts you gave her and holds onto it. Her mother saw her sleeping with it just yesterday.”

It was as if a Stiles was just recently drowning in a pool of pain and dispair when someone, suddenly, opened the drain to let the water out and he could finally breathe again. The feeling of guilt instantly escaped his veins and was replaced with hope.

That glimmer of hope didn’t go unnoticed by the Sheriff as he looked at his son and noticed it spark in his eyes. With a kind and reassuring smile on his face, Stilinski spoke the words Stiles was already thinking in his own head.

“Go get her back, Son.”

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School used to actually be pleasurable for Katalina. Not only did she have a perfect GPA score, but she also had immense amount of fun with her absolute best friends. Everything was perfect and amazing until, well… everything happened.

Now school is nothing but a burden to her. Sure she still has really impressive grades, but Katalina has to constantly see the boy that broke her heart and the boy whose heart she broke. Spending time with the pack wasn’t the same either. They constantly looked at her with pity in their eyes and it drove her crazy. The last thing Katalina needs is people to feel sorry for her.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Katalina walked out of the class she was just dismissed from and approached the bathroom to use it before getting books out of her locker for her next class.

What she didn’t know what was happening down in the halls, right where her locker happened to be, as she entered the girls’ restroom.

Stiles, with a new and happy smile on his face, was pushing a letter containing all of the different reasons why he loved her and no one else. Katalina had the key to his heart and he was more than ready to finally tell her. Once the boy with freckles on his skin finished putting the paper through the small hole of her locker door, he held tightly onto the beautiful rose behind his back and mentally prepared himself to confess his love the second she approached her locker.

Theo, on the other hand, just so happened to be walking through the halls right at that moment and his eyes fell onto his nervous enemy standing in front of his girl’s locker. A wave of anger like no other crashed down on him when he noticed the rose in Stiles’ hands and, before he knew it, Theo was rushing towards him.

The happy thoughts inside of Stiles’ head were, suddenly, interrupted when he was forcefully pushed up against the rows of lockers. Whatever air he had in him was immediately ripped away from his lungs the second his back hit the surface, his head banging against the metal as well.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The attacker shouted in his face and Stiles didn’t even need to reopen his eyes to recognize who the voice belonged to.

“Something I should’ve done four years ago.” Stiles croaked, his voice raspy as he opened his eyes to glare at the familiar werewolf.

“I am so sick of you, Stilinski!” Theo yelled, thinking he could scare him but Stiles didn’t even flinch. “I should just kick your ass right now!”

“No,” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What you need to do is let go of me.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Theo hissed, his body shaking with anger.

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass.” Stiles retorted, a smirk on his lips. “And you and I both know that it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Theo winced as he thought back to when Stiles found out he was the one that told Katalina the truth. He threw a few punches that definitely damaged Theo’s face and huge ego. It wasn’t about beating him for being a snitch, Stiles couldn’t care less that Kat found out. What made Stiles furious was that he was planning to be the one that told her and Theo took that away from him. She didn’t even give him the chance to explain how it all changed, how, sure, it was about Lydia at first but then it was as if every other girl suddenly didn’t matter to him anymore. He only wanted Kat, Stiles only loved Katalina.

“You can’t touch me, Stiles.” Theo stated. “If you do, Katalina would never forgive you and you know that.”

“No, Theo.” Stiles shook his head. “I think you’re confused. Because you know you’re not the person she’s in love with. And if you ever hurt me, you’re the one Kat would never forgive.”

“Don’t call her Kat.” Theo hissed through clenched teeth. “Only I can call her that.”

“And yet I was the one moaning it just the other night.” Stiles said with a harsh voice, tired of Theo’s pathetic little game.

That remark was enough to make the werewolf snap and strike his fist right against Stiles’ jaw. Pain struck through the human as Theo let him go and he fell limp to the floor. The rose that was once in his hands also dropped down on the ground and Stiles could already feel his head begin to throb. Theo was hovering over him when a sick grin spread across his face and he lifted his foot above the rose. Stiles watched in horror as he purposely stepped on the flower, the pedals being crushed beneath his shoe.

“Did you really think you would get away with fucking my girlfriend?!” Theo spat, but fury flooded Stiles’ blood like never before the second the werewolf lifted his foot and revealed what was left of the destroyed rose.

It’s one thing to hurt him, but it’s another thing to hurt any chance he had left with Katalina. Before he knew it, Stiles was pulling Theo’s legs and he was crashing down on the floor beside him.

“I didn’t just fuck her, you big tree!” Stiles shouted as Theo grunted in pain when his head hit the tiles, the halls now crowded with other students watching the fight go down. “I made love to her! Because that’s what two people do when they’re meant to be!”

Both of them somehow managed to stand up again and everyone watched with excitement. It didn’t matter how hurt they both were, their bodies were too drunk on adrenaline to even care.

“Stiles, she left you!” Theo yelled. “When are you going to realize that you can never be with her again?!”

The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving another punch in the face from Theo. This time, right on his nose. He heard it crack and the amount of pain he suddenly felt was indescribable. Stiles lost his balance from the intense impact, but out of nowhere he felt two small hands grab him and hold him in place.

“And when are you going to realize how pathetic you’re being?!” A familiar voice he so desperately wanted to hear again shouted at the werewolf in front of them.

Everyone looked at the girl that had just appeared to stop the fight. The girl that had unintentionally caused the two boys to even start in the first place. She had left the bathroom a few minutes ago and watched in horror since the moment Stiles made Theo fall. It made her absolutely furious how stupid and immature they could easily be. But, the second she saw Theo hit Stiles it was as if all the pain he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t hold back her concern as she ran towards his aid.

“Both of you!” Katalina yelled and the boys suddenly felt guilty.

“Kat, I’m so sorr-” Her boyfriend, which clearly was now her ex, approached her.

“No, Theo!” Katalina interrupted him, not at all interested in hearing any pathetic excuse. “Get away from me.”

“Kat-”

“Now, Theo!” She shouted and he winced at her rough words.

Theo reluctantly left their presence, but not without glaring at Stiles first. The human didn’t even care, to be honest. He was too focused on the girl holding him. His soul was so connected to her that Stiles couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken nose anymore, as if it was completely numbed by the beautiful woman he loved.

“And as for you.” Katalina stated, turning her attention towards Stiles but her breath hitched in her throat at how intense he was staring at her. There were feelings in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, but she knew that she didn’t want him to ever stop looking at her this way. “Y-You should go to the hospital.”

The crowd that had formed began to disperse and walk away when they realized the fight was now over, leaving Stiles and Katalina completely alone once again.

Without breaking their eye contact, Katalina reached into her backpack and pulled out tissues she gathered from the bathroom. Their original purpose were to wipe away the tears that would escape her eyes from time to time, but they now would be used to block the blood running from Stiles’ nose.

She carefully put the tissues up against his broken nose and Stiles didn’t even flinch, his heart beating so fast at the feeling of her touch again. He was longing for it and decided to just take advantage of this moment.

“How long have you been watching?” Stiles asked and Katalina nervously cleared her throat when he did.

“Since you made Theo fall.” She responded with a quiet voice.

“So, then you heard what I said right after?”

Katalina slowly nodded when Stiles referred to the “I made love to her” speech. It certainly didn’t fail to make her heart flutter and beat faster at the words, but it did fail to make her forget everything he’s done. If he thinks that one nice sentence was going to make up for all of the nights she spent crying, all of the times she spent doubting herself and all of the times she spent hating herself for loving someone so detrimental to her, he was definitely wrong.

Stiles saw the longing in her eyes too and he didn’t even think twice before leaning in to place his lips on hers. Katalina was taken by surprise when he kissed her and their lips tingled at the touch. Their bodies missing each other so much more than they could possibly imagine. It was when Stiles’ mouth began to deepen the kiss that Katalina snapped out of her trance.

She pulled away from him and with tears already beginning to water in her eyes, Katalina stared up at him with a hurt expression.

“It doesn’t change anything.” Katalina stated, her body aching at the words and Stiles felt as if he just got shot. The pain his nose felt before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now thanks to that one sentence.

Katalina took her hand from his face and placed the tissues in his. With tears already streaming down her cheeks, she left Stiles without another word.

She didn’t even notice the crumbled rose on the floor that was once meant for her or did she know about the letter in her locker waiting to be read.

All Katalina knew was that she loved Stiles and, just by the look in his eyes, he might love her too.


Got7 trying *but kinda failing* at Valentine's Day

Group(s) & Members(s): Got7

Genre: fluff 

Warnings: none

A/N: Surprise I’m finally here with something! sorry i’ve been gone, life is crazy yall. The order in which they appear are Jackson, Mark, Youngjae, Jinyoung, Jaebum, Yugyeom & Bambam. please ignore any typos or errors im too lazy to edit this rn i’ll get around to it eventually. 


Jackson: 

Jackson is THE MOST about Valentines. He’s all about the ~romance~ and all about getting alllll the cliche gifts like chocolates and roses, despite you telling him that you didn’t really care about those sorts of things. You walk into your apartment to find the biggest teddy bear you’ve ever seen and you know Jackson is behind it when you hear his suppressed giggles. “Isn’t this great Y/N!” and tbh he seems more excited about it than you are so you get the feeling that he mainly bought it for himself. After dinner he takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, stopping only to tell you to cover your eyes. “Wait right here while I go get your present” and you feel like you’re waiting forever and after the 5 minute mark you get worried so you call out to him. He doesn’t respond and instead all you hear are some suppressed grunts. Finally you give in and head to where the noise was coming from. You burst into immediate laughter when you find him, shirtless with his arms tangled up in black and red lace. His eyes go wide when he sees you, “GIRLS ALWAYS GET TO WEAR LINGERIE SO I THOUGHT I WOULD TRY IT TO BE SEXY FOR YOU BUT I’M STUCK”. After laughing for a good 10 minutes at him you finally grab some scissors and free him. 

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Just watched the new episode of TWD, here some thoughts :

- Sassy Jesus was on fire in that episode 

- Where is Gabriel’s brain ? Tell me cause I got no idea 

- Those Hilltop people though 👌👌 SOME DAMN FINE PEOPLE 

- Daryl’s face when he was told about Carol…Why do I need a heart anyway…Norman’s acting was on point, his body language guys.. you could SEE the hurt. 

 - Ezekiel and Jerry are like an old married couple I swear  

- Is it me or Rick said “KANG” Ezekiel ? Is it going to be the new THANG ? More at 5. 

- Their faces when they saw Shiva : precious. 

- Good old Grimes always got nice stories 

- CAROL : why are you so perfect ? You trying not to care is like you trying to be ugly that is not possible. 

- Benjamin’s soul is too pure 

- Who the hell is looking after Judith ???????????? 

- Why are you hanging around explosives ? Are you trying to give me a heart attack ? Don’t you love me ? 

- THIS WAS THE MOST BADASS WALKER KILLING I HAVE EVER SEEN THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF !!!!!! 

- Aaric scene finally *heart eyes*

Note : Three minutes of Carol ain’t enough. I want Carol all the time (so does daryl btw)

50 GR8 QUESTIONS

Don’t you wanna know?

1. What was the last thing you googled?
2. You have to listen to these songs:
3. Do you chew on your straws?
4. Have you ever been awake for 48hours straight?
5. Will you get married? Do you see yourself getting married in the next 5 years?
6. If you could move somewhere else would you?
7. Read on a Kindle or paperback book?
8. If money was no object, what would you do all day?
9. University or life experience, which do you feel best prepares you for life?
10. What is the one thing that should be taught in school that isn’t already?
11. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to?
12. When you have 30 minutes of free-time, how do you pass the time?
13. What’s the best/worst gift you’ve ever given/received?
14. What was the first thing you bought with your own money?
15. What would your parents be surprised to learn about you?
16. Apologize or ask permission?
17. Beach vacation or European vacation?
18. What is the ideal number of people to have over on a Friday night?
19. Who is a non-politician you wish would run for office?
20. If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
21. What do you usually think about right before falling asleep?
22. Ever been addicted to a iOS/android game? Which one(s)?
23. List 5 goals on your life’s to-do list:
24. If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?
25. What is one thing you will never do again?
26. What words of wisdom would you pass onto your childhood self?
27. If you could speak another language, which would it be and why?
28. If you were head of a major TV station for one day, what would you play?
29. Which one of your friends would make the best U.S. President and why?
30. What’s your favorite holiday and why?
31. How would you survive a zombie apocalypse?
32. In what ways are you the same as your childhood self?
33. If you could master one skill you don’t have right now, what would it be?
34. What was your dream job growing up?
35. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?
36. If you could bring one musician back from the dead, who would it be and why?
37. What was the last picture you took with your phone?
38. What kind of sickness have you lied about so you wouldn’t go to work?
39. What was the last lie you told?
40. What is your perfect pizza?
41. What question do you hate to answer?
42. What keys on a keyboard do you not use?
43. Who would you most like to be stuck in an elevator with?
44. Is there anything purple within 10 feet of you? What is it?
45. When was the last time you ran/went for a jog?
46. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
47. What after school activities did you do in high school?
48. What ice-cream flavours do you love/hate?
49. What is your secret recipe?
50. What channels do you have subscribed on YouTube?

Wolf Versus Crow

Originally posted by davosseaworths

Request: anon asked “Jon x Reader x Robb love triangle? They’re both super fluffy around her when they’re alone with her but get all kinda passive aggressive when all they’re all together.”

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1550

Notes: I!!  LOVED!!  WRITING!!  THIS!!  HOLY COWABUNGA!!!!!  also i know jon isn’t at the nights watch yet so he’s not a crow but hey its a cool title

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Imagine Chris finding out you wrote his favorite love story.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yo! :) You can find the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1) I’m really liking where this is going, do you? ❤️

After Chris returned with your second vanilla latte, and his first green tea- he wasn’t a coffee person unless his schedule needed him to be- the both of you chatted at your corner table in Starbucks. The way you talked to each other, it was like two old friends rather than a fan with her celebrity crush. You’d started the conversation incredibly nervous; you’d had to hide your clammy palms under your butt in fear that he’d reach over and give your hand another pat or gentle squeeze. But the more you talked to Chris, the calmer you became about the whole situation. You didn’t know what it was about him that normalized him despite his celebrity status and deadly good looks, but for a second- you could almost forget that you were talking to Chris Evans.

Believe it or not, Chris was everything you’d imagined he’d be, and more- if that was even possible. The way you’d portrayed him in your stories was- as far as you could see- a hundred and ten percent accurate. The man was sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, and real. Chris was real, he was real with his questions, his comments, and his interest in what you had to say. You were so lost in the conversation- in his darling blue eyes- that you forgot to take some notes so you could write a piece based around this once in a lifetime meeting, though you doubt you needed anything to remind you of this interaction. You were pretty sure this was something you were going to remember on your deathbed, which was surely moments away if he continued to smile at you the way he was.

Now the realistic side of you reminded you not to fall too hard for, or get too attached to the man you clearly had no chance with; you had to know that Chris was just talking to you to pass time in a boring airport. But the hopelessly romantic and imaginative side of you said otherwise; Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who would approach a girl unless he was genuinely interested, be it romantically, or platonically. You may not have known him personally, but you knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would lead people on, or use people. You’d watched enough interviews, read enough articles and fan encounters, and written enough fan fiction to know that he was a genuinely nice guy who was worth befriending and loving if you were ever lucky enough to acquire those chances. Perhaps you didn’t have a chance at being his girlfriend like you’d always dreamed of, but maybe- just maybe, you had a chance at being his friend.

“So tell me, Y/N.” He began and smiled when he saw how much more relaxed you were with him now than you were at the start of the conversation. Your hands had dried and returned to thrum the tabletop quietly as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “What made you want to pursue screen writing?”

“Would you believe me if I said you?” You quizzed with a small smile, which grew wider when you saw him smile. You started explaining when you saw his facials prompt a continuation, “I um- I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was kid. I liked making up stories, imagining all the different lives I could live and all the different jobs I could do. It was a good escape from my mundane life,” you admitted with pursed lips. “But uh- I never really thought about turning it into a career until I started writing fan fiction about you on Tumblr.”

“How do you mean?”

“I wrote as an escape,” you said and he nodded, acknowledging what you’d told him earlier “I took myself into a different world where I could have the perfect life with the perfect guy so I could feel better. Writing was like a safe haven, a place where nothing bad could get to me. It made me happy and I realized…” You trailed off, licking your dry lips. “There must be a lot of people like me out there who needed someone else to be, someone wonderful to be with. I just- there had to be someone out there who needed a safe haven too.”

“So you started posting on Tumblr,” he finished for you and you nodded.

“I started out pretty slow, I had a few likes here and there. Um- It took a while for me to build a fan base, but eventually- I had a reasonable number of readers who supported all my pieces. A lot of them thanked me for writing something that took their mind off a bad day. Some thanked me for making them smile and-” You felt your eyes welled with tears of joy; you were still touched every time you talked about your interactions with your readers. “And some would tell me that my stories gave them a reason to hold out for a love as strong as the ones I wrote about.”

Chris smiled as he listened to you answer his question in great detail with an indescribable amount of pride and passion. He felt his heart flutter as he unknowingly starting falling for you. You were a lot like the protagonist in one of his favorite love stories, which was surprisingly a Chris Evans mini series written by a fan on Tumblr. He’d found the link lodged away in his Twitter mentions, a simple sentence “you deserve a love as strong as this” caught his attention and invited him into the world of fan fiction. He spent a whole day reading the entire series and wishing he’d the life that Chris Evans had, wishing he had the girl that Chris Evans had. He was still yet to ask if you’d heard about the series, perhaps you could help him find out who wrote it because he’d love to meet and talk to the talented and obviously lovely author who surely based the second person protagonist around herself. Maybe she was the one, maybe they could get together and try to work towards the life she wrote about.

“What I thought was a hobby changed people’s lives for the better,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “So how can I not make that into a career? How can I waste my ability to inspire and touch people through my words? To make them realize that they deserve something great? I don’t know, I’m rambling a little.” You chuckled nervously and he shook his head. “I just feel like if I can change one life, my time on this earth has been worthwhile.”

“That’s sweet,” he smiled. “Like- that’s just-” He found himself at a lost for words as he watched you intently. He chuckled softly with a shake of his head, “you’re- you’re kind of amazing, Y/N.” You felt your cheeks flush as you bit back your growing smile. “That is- that’s an amazing answer to such a simple question. But before I say anything else, I don’t think I have anything to do with your decision. I’m just one of the pieces, y'know? I mean- it sounds to me like you would’ve done something amazing with your talent even if you weren’t a fan of mine. I was just lucky enough to be the one you wrote about, I had nothing to do with any of it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true,” you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pursued anything if I weren’t a fan of yours.” You told him and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes, I would’ve wrote about someone else but- your success story is kind of what made me push myself into studying screenwriting. In all your interviews, you talked about pushing yourself into what scares you. Like working with Marvel and going to New York to pursue your acting career- those stories are what inspired me to pursue my own, I would’ve never if it weren’t for you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say except, “I’m glad I could help. You’re very talented from what I could see over your shoulder,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Would you mind letting me read something else of yours? I promise I won’t judge,” he told you when you looked hesitant. “Unless you’re one of those kinky smut writers,” he teased. “‘Cause then maybe there’ll be a little judgement.”

“Hey, some of my best friends are kinky smut writers.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t mean any disrespect to them. I’m just- stunned they can come up with what they come up with. Perhaps I should take a few tips, turn my vanilla based life into something more swirly.” He joked and you laughed, covering your mouth when you realized you were attracting attention.

“Like you need any tips on how to get things done in the bedroom,” you said then blushed when he smiled. “Fine,” you opened your laptop screen and turned it towards him after opening your most successful piece; your mini-series. “It’s um- It’s a mini-series, so it’s fairly long.” You explained and Chris’ heart skipped a beat; his eyes quickly scanned what was in front of him so he could determine if you were the girl he was looking for. “You don’t have to read it all, you can just-”

“Holy crap,” his eyes stopped at one of the many sentences he’d read a thousand times. “Drunk minds speak for a sober heart,” he mumbled to himself then looked up at you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion when you saw the way he was looking at you. Was that- adoration? You were about to question him when he smiled and breathed, “it’s you.”

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Part 3A

Road Trip

“Why are we doing this again?” Beca asked as the fourth hour of their forty three hour road trip from New York to California.

“Because Aubrey asked us to,” the redhead chirped, as if it were obvious and not at all completely out of the way.

“When did that become a valid reason to do anything?” The brunette glared at Chloe, adjusting her hands on the steering wheel.

Chloe and Beca had moved to LA together after Barden, only seeing the blonde, who lived in New York, a few times each year. As their totally platonic relationship progressed, you know, with being roommates and all, the pair found themselves frequently visiting all the other Bellas together more and more often, as well as even accompanying each other to their parents’ homes.

“You know Aubrey’s cousin Roger lives in LA,” Chloe stated, eyes moving from the passenger window to Beca, “we had to bring his mini van to LA.”

Beca was silent for a moment and Chloe had assumed she’d taken that as a good enough answer.

“But why did he even leave his car in New York?”

Chloe assumed wrong.

“Because he was visiting Aubrey and Aubrey’s older brother but his wife Catherine went into labor and he had to immediately fly out. God, don’t you pay any attention?”

“No, I had only assumed your twenty something, single ex-roommate and not-as-best-as-I-am friend had gone off the deep end and bought a mini van and wanted us to drive it to LA because she’s insane,” Beca said, causing Chloe to smack her arm and Beca to recoil in pain.

“Hush, you. Keep your eyes on the road.”

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Elorcan Werewolf AU Part 5

Sometimes I wish I could paint my perfect character and bring him to life, stripping him of his own mind and molding him with my own expectations; when reality sinks in I’m stuck along a maze that leads to an ocean to drown in. — Ea

“I closed my eyes and talked to you in a thousand ways”

Elorcan Werewolf 5

Lory brushed against Elide before she could reach the door, and she gave into stroking his warm fur. His ears twitched back and he rolled onto the floor, showing his belly. She laughed and scratched his belly, the underbelly holding the softer fur. 

Her canine companion slightly growled when a slight knock resounded at the door. Ignore it, he seemed to say.

Elide kissed Lory’s head, much to his dismay, and skipped to the front door. “I’ll be right back.”

She opened the door with a broad smile on her face. A male with gray eyes and dark hair stood in her doorway, holding bouquet of pink roses tied together with a yellow ribbon.

“I’m Nox,” the male said, nervously shifting on his feet, offering a somewhat hesitant smile. “The one Manon set us up with.”

Elide gave him a sunny smile and held her door open. “Welcome, Nox. You must know I’m Elide.”

He gave her a smile, dimpling, and Elide couldn’t help but smile. She guided him to the kitchen where Nox handed her the flowers. “Red seemed too deep, you know? So pink. And then yellow for happiness.”

“I love it,” she chirped.

Nox helped her place them in a vase, filling it halfway with her kitchen tap water. She found the lack of conversation comforting and appreciated how Nox didn’t barrage her with questions past dates had done. When they finished, Nox glanced at her. “I had planned a walk at Central Park and then a garden picnic afterwards, but on my drive here, storm clouds broke over.”

“On this side of the city, the weather is renown for its bipolarness.”

A cheeky grin. “Like females in general?”

She lightly slapped his arm. “We can stay in for movies and popcorn, if you don’t mind?”

A slight shake of head. “Not in the slightest. Do you—”

Lory let out a bark that meant he wanted attention and barreled into the kitchen. A red rose was slipped between his teeth. He skidded to a stop, cocking his head at Nox. He slowly sniffed the air, and gave Elide a betrayed glance.

Elide rushed to him with outstretched arms. “Lory, this is my Valentine’s date, Nox.”

His tail stopped wagging, and she swore Lory’s eyes darkened into feral pitch-black. When she blinked, Lory spit out the rose and knocked down the front door, abruptly barreling into the woods.

Nox cocked his head. “Is she temperamental?”

Elide choked. “Lory’s a male.”

She retrieved the rose from the floor and slipped it into the vase, even though a small part of her wanted to retrieve a separate vase for the single, thornless rose.


Elide let him go. Lory would return. He always did.

Nox, she realized, was an easy person to get along with. He had a younger sister who loved painting and dreamed of attending Juilliard. Nox was finishing his masters degree in dentistry at a respectable college. 

He was perfect, charming, and absolutely one hundred percent average. Borderline dull, but perfectly safe and average.

Elide told herself she could deal with it. She deserved someone sweet, even if that notion meant normality. The mundane signaled security. 

Nox squeezed her knee. “You okay? I’m not boring you, are you?” He cocked his head. “The reason Aelin sent me is because I focus on my studies more than anything else. And if I want a relationship, it has to mean more than a fling. So while I am enjoying this date and getting to know you, and this may be early, I need to know if your inklings of thoughts follow.”

She nodded, and set the empty popcorn bowl on the table. “I’ve never really dated anyone, so I have nothing to compare to.”

Those gray eyes widened. “You would have turned everyone down, because there’s no way not another single wouldn’t have asked you out at least.”

A blush spread on her cheeks. “I just—” Wanted to save myself for my mate who turns out to not even like me. Who didn’t want to wait for me. She needed normal now. She could deal with a human. Werewolves and humans intermixing was not uncommon, as long as the pair ordained permission from one of the Lycans.

Elide knew she wouldn’t be asking Lorcan.

She shook her head. “I don’t even really know.”

Nox took the bowl to the sink and started rinsing it. Casting a look out at the stormy clouds that hung blearily, he said, “Shouldn’t you look for your dog now?”

A sliver of guilt ran through her. She’d almost forgotten about Lory. “I will.” She grabbed a sweater from her room and stepped out onto the porch.

Seconds later, Nox joined her, those eyes analyzing his surroundings. “Does your dog have a favorite part of the woods?”

Elide swallowed back further shame. She’d never wondered where Lory went, as long as he came back. “No. I can’t keep up with him when he bolts off.” That much wasn’t a lie.

“So he bolts off often?”

“Yes.” Elide studied the line of trees and walked down the narrow trail, clutching her jacket closer to her frame. A slight wind started picking up with hint of frost. The clouds thickened and darkened. “Lory!” she called.

Nox reached for her elbow, pressing a flashlight into her hands. “We’ll just stick on the trail so we won’t get lost.”

She nodded, and picked up her pace, flicking her wrist with the flashlight. “Lory?” she called.

The wind howled in protest, and she felt her shadow and the darkness loom over them. A chill ran down her spine, and her flashlight flickered. The faintest sounds reached her ear drums, but no snap of the twig or scratch of the claw filled the empty, streaming air. 

“We should go back inside,” Nox said.

She put her hands on her hips. “I am not going back in without Lory.”

Nox tapped her flashlight, which went off. “It’s not safe. Lory’s chances of survival are higher in the woods as a wolf rather than you. Wait until morning and search again if he’s not already here.”

She stared at him. “What did you say?”

“Elide,” he said exasperatedly. “Go home.”

“No—you said wolf.”

She saw him blink. “Yes, wolf. What, did you think that large thing was a dog? I’m surprised you even managed to tame one. It’s a full moon, Elide, where wolves run with the moon and claim what’s theirs. Your Lory must be out there. And if you’ve managed to tame him as well as I think you did, then he will come back.”


Elide didn’t sleep well. She’d offered her couch to Nox before he left just in case he wanted to wait out the storm, but he merely waved a hand and said he’d crash at a nearby hotel, not wanting to intrude — and to call him if she wanted to look for Lory in the morning.

She had pulled back her curtains, staring at the full outline of the moon and its light shedding down on them. The clouds had rolled over, but the wind had persisted, blowing in great breaths and heaves that shook against her windowpane.

She missed Lory curled against her bed. She missed his warmth and his presence, and the comfort of another’s existence rather than utter silence and her own self. Maybe a trip to the city with Aelin and Manon was in order.

How’s your Valentine’s Day going? She sent down the pack link.

Manon immediately replied. Watching Alpha Dorian do the walk of shame.

I did not need to know that.

I really am going to reject Rowan, Aelin said a few moments later. Right in the middle of clearing our differences he runs out the door and flees out of my pack territory like a bird shot out of hell.

Tell him he’s a pussy, Manon suggested. It’ll keep him on his toes.

Elide rolled her eyes and tried to force herself into sweet oblivion, but none came. She needed Lory.

So she pulled a bathrobe tight over her nightgown and ventured into the woods, armed with two flashlights.


As soon as Lorcan had reached a good distance from the rutting house, he shifted. The dark abyss of power he hadn’t touched in weeks and months welled up inside of him, yearning to be unleashed. And he did, his own power and rage fueled by the full moon. His inner Lycan side had demanded to mark Elide right then and there and rip apart the guts of the human who had dared to charm and touch his Elide.

He felt Rowan’s wind summon and reach against his dark walls. Before he could stop his intrinsic side, his magic had erupted at the touch, thinking the wind as a threat from restless peacefulness of domesticity. His magic tore from him and slammed against the wind and throbbed around Lorcan, pulsing and beating larger with each second.

What the fuck,” a snarl tore out of Rowan’s lips as his ass was knocked back several feet. “Fucking attack the rogue, not me.

He could feel Rowan’s magic testing him, seeing if he was possessed. His own magic flexed back, sweeping through his friend’s defenses easily in demolishment, his specialty.

“There is no rogue werewolf,” Lorcan snapped, flexing his aching back muscles.

His other friend rolled onto the balls of his feet, staring at him in disbelief. “Then why the Hell did you call me to get my ass over here? Aelin and I were—”

“Elide is with another male.”

Rowan stopped, and the wind died. Silence fell upon him, and his fists clenched. Then— “you interrupted my time with my mate just to whine about yours?”

The darkness flared out and pulsated around Rowan, threatening to suffocate him. “I cannot claim her without her despising my existence further.”

A snort from Rowan. “It’s not like you can go to her anyways with her on human lands.”

Lorcan’s face remained oddly stoic. The dark slowly retreated at thought of Elide, his beautiful werewolf mate addicted to sweetened coffee and milk chocolate, and prone to little ramblings that too-often touched his heart.

Rowan swore. “You found a loophole, didn’t you? You went in wolf form. Goddammit, Lorcan. She didn’t see your true Lycan side, did she?”

“Do you take me as an idiot?” he snapped. “Just my weakest wolf shape.”

“Then fucking get your ass back and chase the human off.”

“She constantly seeks companionship, and I constantly chase them away. If we do not have her today, my Lycan will end up fucking another girl.” And I cannot do that again, not that now I have found her.

Rowan’s face twisted. “You think I care right now? You left me with my mate on a full moon when I thought you were near death.”

I am, you fool—”

His friend lunged out, his Lycan side snapping into place. Cracking noises filled the air as both Lycans turned, teeth snapping. Wind rushed and slammed against Lorcan, who immediately shot up his shields. Coldness spread throughout the dark, seeping and attempting to find a weakness to crack.

Finding none, Rowan let out a roar and lunged forward, and Lorcan met him head on. He knocked Rowan to the side, biting down near his neck, but he rolled away, launching off Lorcan’s own back as they tumbled. As soon as they hit the tree, they disentangled, pacing around one another.

Rowan let out a startled bark, and let out a huff. He dropped to his haunches, and Lorcan warily stared at him, his ears flattened and jaws open.

Lorcan, Rowan’s Lycan wolf of silver streaks and black whorls panted not from exertion, but amusement. There is a pink collar around your neck.

So? Lorcan growled out, ready to leap again. The dark was ready to maim and attack his friend in the name of Elide. The fight with another Lycan would also be needed to release the pent up stress that had accumulated.

The other wolf’s ears flopped back, and he released a short breath in exasperation and amusement.

I didn’t know that was your type of thing, Lory.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Thank you for your great writtings. May I make a request for headcannons about the first official date of RFA, V, Saeran and MC? You don't have to write this if you think that it's too boring. Thank you!

It’s not boring at all! ^^

Just a little disclaimer about Saeran one: originally I wrote them going to a soccer/football stadium because it’s a very popular sport on my country, but I figured it may not be that popular in Korea,so I changed to baseball, and since I understand nothing about baseball,there may be lacking some specific terms… Anyway, I hope you like it!


RFA + Saeran and V on a first date with MC


Zen

  • You were practically living together, how could this feel like a first date? Well, he was an actor, he would act as it was something new…
  • And he wants to impress you, show you how cool and sensitive he can be
  • So he took you to ice skate, knowing you didn’t know how to ice skate. “Maybe you’re taking this ‘pretend it’s a first date’ too serious, Zen…” ‘Relax, babe, it’ll be fun!”
  • But it was kinda pathetic, he was so elegant on his moves, and you were there sliding like one of those animals that get stuck on ice and can barely stand
  • But to his eyes, you looked so cute trying that hard, oh… look at you going fast… wait, too fast! MC, stop!
  • You two ended up on the hospital and you got a cast on your leg, the good news is that it came with an exclusive autograph from a famous actor that happens to be your boyfriend.
  • He was feeling so guilty, what was he thinking? Worst idea for a first date! He made sure to apologize and pamper you all the time, it was impossible to keep pretending this was a first date. You reassured him you were fine and kissed him to prove it. None of you had nothing to complain about that.
  • You two went back to your place and you teased: “Guess we’re back to where we started, huh? Should I send you away at night because I’m worried about unleashing the beast? “Oh, come on, babe! I was just being a gentleman!”
  • He pouted, but inside he was relieved you weren’t mad and was still managing to keep it bright and fun.
  • And you didn’t want to end it. So to make it up to you, he made you hot cocoa and you cuddled on the couch binge watching “Yuri on Ice”.
  • Yes, he was messing with you! And you would get your revenge, let’s say you weren’t totally kidding about releasing your own beast…


Yoosung

  • He’s so nervous, oh god, this poor guy couldn’t even sleep the night before
  • What if he misunderstood and it wasn’t a real date, it was just two friends hanging out? And he would go for a kiss and you would awkwardly hug him and pat his back? Ohhh god, it would be so embarrassing! He would never be able to face you again!
  • He was panicking! “I can’t go! I’ll look like a fool! She’s gonna laugh at me, oh, but her laugh is so adorable… but I can’t go!” he struggled like that all night.
  • So when it was time for the date, he had dark circles under his eyes and he was so tired…
  • “Yoosung, are you okay?” you asked, worried. “Sure, MC! I’m great, even greater now that you’re here!” you blushed, and he was shrieking inside “She’s so cuuuute! And I’m pretty cool!”
  • You went to the movies, and then walked on the park a little, you knew he was tired, so you sat on the bench and he, of course, followed you.
  • You kept talking about the movie, and he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier till… he leaned his head on your shoulder and slept. You were shocked, this was super bold of him and… oh, nevermind, he’s just sleeping, but it’s so adorable tho
  • He woke up a few minutes later. “Rise and shine!” you smilled playfully, which made him get extremely flustered.
  • He walked you home and kept apologizing the entire time. “I’m so sorry, MC! I didn’t sleep well last night and I was so tired, but it’s nothing about you, ok? You’re amazing, and interesting and so… warm… Wait! Nevermind! Forget I even said that! I’ll… just…” you leaned to him and gave him a peck on his lips, he stood still and gave you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen right after, his cheeks were so pink.
  • “It’s fine, Yoosung. You’re pretty warm yourself too. So, hum… are you too tired to… I don’t know, some Netflix and chill?” “Oh! Of course not! I managed to stay awake in the movie because it was so good, I can do it again now!” Oh my god, so adorable! He thinks Netflix and chill really means Netflix and chill!


Jaehee

  • She wants something classy and romantic for your first date, so reservations at a fancy restaurant it is!
  • It was pretty crowded, which already made her feel a little anxious. But you took the receptionist’s suggestion of waiting in the bar, some drinks would loosen up both of you.
  • But “some drinks” quickly became “a lot of drinks”, and you never got to the restaurant, you two were blushing and giggling at the silliest things. “MC, I love how bold and adventurousoeis (she couldn’t say such a long word) you are, seriously… I feel like I could dare you to do anything and you’d do it!” “Oh yeah? Try me!” “Hmmm… call Jumin for a prank!”
  • And you kept daring each other to make prank calls to all RFA members, you were both laughing so hard.
  • She was a lightweight, you weren’t. So when she started leaning her back on the bar’s counter, you gathered what was left of your sobering and called a cab.
  • “Hey, MC?” “Yes, Baehee?” you two were still giggling inside the cab “Can you… can I… can you dare me to kiss you?” “Oh… I think you won’t like it if you remember this tomorrow morning…” “Let me be the judge of that.” And she kissed you, you were so thrilled and excited, it would be a shame if neither of you could remember this night.
  • In the morning, you got your voice mails, and your hangover immediately faded away when you heard her sober voice. “Hey, MC. How about I dare you to go on a second date with me? Let’s have dinner for real this time! Oh, and you were wrong, I remember and I really liked it…”


Jumin

  • You knew it would probably be something extravagant and over the top, but for a first date you wanted something… smaller.
  • And you told him that you were down for whatever he wanted to do, if only he could… you know, keep it simple.
  • So he took you to a very fancy and discreet restaurant, which sounded perfect and very like him.
  • But apparently he and his father shared the same taste, as Mr. Chairman walked in  the same restaurant, and he had company!  A beautiful lady who was probably your age, maybe a little older.
  • And this wouldn’t be a problem, but they suggested to join you and him, oh lord… kill me already but both you and Jumin were too polite to refuse.
  • So this became the most awkward double date ever, and it got worse when you excused yourself to go to the restroom because you needed some air, and the lady made you company “But don’t get the wrong idea, gentlemen, we’re just going to gossip and… hihihi did I say it out loud?” take it easy, gurl…
  • You could see she wasn’t a bad person, she was just… a little too much? And maybe she was a little high on something, but you weren’t sure. “Oh, aren’t we the luckiest gals in this restaurant? I can’t wait to be your mother-in-law, you’re so pretty and smell so good…” what… what’s going on? “Are you down for some swing? Let’s ditch the guys and have some fun ourselves…” and let father and son… wait! Why were you even trying to understand this? “Huh, I’m flattered (no, you’re not) but no, thanks.” “Your loss, babe” she took a pill and a sip of something of a canteen. Oh, so she wasn’t high before?
  • And if you think this was better for Jumin, since they are father and son… well, let’s say Mr. Chairman was lecturing him about the importance of protection. “Do you know if she’s taking her contraceptives appropriately?”
  • He excused himself and went to find you, you bumped to him halfway through the table. “Do you mind if we leave?” you asked at the same time and smiled, it was so good you were on the same page.
  • “How did it go with your father?” “Maybe it’s better if I don’t talk about this… what about you?” “Well… if I hadn’t known before, now I know why you should never mixture roofies with booze… and I’ll just keep at that…” Silence in the car, neither of you wanted to call it a night, you didn’t enjoy each other not even a little… “Hey, are you interested in a truly commoner’s date?”you asked “What do you have in mind?”
  • I mean… commoners go to decent places, but you just wanted some Burger King right now! And Jumin didn’t know how to order, it was so cute!
  • “I’m sorry for tonight, MC, I… wanted to be special… I’m not one to create expectations, but I was really longing for you to feel like a princess tonight” You giggled and put one of those Burger King paper crowns in your head. “I feel like a princess wherever you go with me…”
  • Oh god… how could you be so adorable? He couldn’t resist kissing you… and you didn’t even mind you probably tasted like processed meat, this was so perfect in a very weird way.


Saeyoung

  • You’ve been through so much together, would it really feel like a first date? Well, he was nervous as if it really was…
  • He was laughing of his own weird jokes, so you knew you had to be the calm one to keep it balanced.
  • But as soon as he told you what he planned for the day, you lost it! You were going to the circus!
  • And you’re terrified of clowns, but you managed to hide this so well that it probably didn’t even appear on his background check… fuck!
  • Now you were both a nervous mess, but for different reasons. You wanted to hold his hand to calm yourself down, he didn’t want to because it was all sweaty… this was going to be a long day…
  • At first it was fine, the magician number was pretty cool and all, and the acrobats were very impressive, you were already forgetting about the object of your worst nightmares…
  • And, without any warning, the clown’s number began. They should warn that they would start mingling between the audience, otherwise, you wouldn’t have freaking PUNCHED ONE OF THEM.
  • “Holy shit, MC!” Saeyoung was shocked and… impressed? You had a good left! He didn’t know if he should laugh, help the clown or you… who was freaking out! The show was over after, well, this little show.
  • “I’m so so so sorry, sir! You surprised me… with your pale make up and this weird nose, and… those freaking shoes, oh my God! Saeyoung, save me, please!” you buried your face on his chest, and he hugged you. This would be hilarious if it were someone else (cof cof Yoosung cof cof) , but since it was you, he kept serious and did his best to calm you. “There, there! Let’s get you somewhere nice… I’m really sorry,MC…” the clown didn’t say anything, he just handed a flower to you… awww… maybe they aren’t that bad.
  • “Honhonhon, MC, I think he liked you punched him, we have a kinky clown here…” Saeyoung whispered to you. Dude, you’re not helping…
  • After you left, you went to his place and you were cuddling lazily on the couch. “I’m sorry I didn’t know that you were so afraid…if I knew, I would never take you there…”he apologized again “It’s fine… I think it’s kinda nice that you don’t know everything about me after all, it will be so good trying to find out… Oh, and I’m happy the clown didn’t want to press charges for assault!”
  • “Yeah, I don’t know if I would be able to hold myself seeing you handcuffed…” “Saeyoung!” you blushed “What can I do, MC? I’m kinda of a kinky clown myself…”


Saeran

  • You’ve been trying to take him on a date for months, it was impossible!
  • Not that he didn’t want to, it was just… he was a freak and didn’t want to scare you. “You don’t get it! I’m just… I’ll get angry out of nowhere and people will think ‘what is that cute chick doing with that creepy dude?’ I don’t want to embarrass you and… I don’t want to lose you…” how can you run away from this adorable weirdo?
  • But you had an idea! “Hey, meet me tomorrow! I know a place we can go where nobody will judge you for getting angry… don’t worry, it isn’t a date! We’re just hanging out, okay?” keep lying to yourself until you believe that
  • He was so curious, and he looked puzzled when you took him to… a baseball stadium? What the fuck? Did you even like sports?
  • “MC, what the hell…?” “Don’t worry! Trust me!” and you went to your seats, he didn’t understand any of this. “Fuck… this is boring…”
  • “I know, right? How come they can’t score?” an old man talked to him. “I heard the hitter right there is negotiating to go play in America, he doesn’t give a shit about this championship anymore…” another guy joined the conversation, Saeran was intrigued: “Seriously? What a fucker!” “Yeah, you tell him, son! Hey, number six! You suck!” the man yelled.
  • “Wait, can he… do that?” Saeran asked you “I mean… cussing the guy like this?” “Well, there isn’t a rule that says you can’t…” “Really? So… hey, number six! Go fuck yourself! Have fun eating hamburgers and just get the fuck out of there, you asshole!” the guys who were talking to him before cheered him, and he was smiling, he felt like he belonged for the first time in a loooong time.
  • And he looked at you. You were really something, only you could come up with something like this for him, maybe you were the freak here…
  • “MC, what’s a kiss cam?” You were distracted with your phone, the smell of beer and testosterone was grossing you out, you only did this for him anyways… “What? Oh… it’s just a thing they do on breaks, the cameras in the stadium look for couples and put them on screen for them to kiss…” “Oh, so should we kiss?”
  • He pointed to the screen, and there were you two with that tacky heart frame all over you… “Oh… we don’t have to if you don’t want… it’s not a dat…” he pulled you for a kiss, you were shocked! But it felt so good…especially when his tongue slipped playfully inside your mouth… not so grossed out anymore, are you?


V

  • This guy…
  • Because he is such a gentleman, of course he let you take the lead on what you should do for your first date… oh crap!
  • Why is he so perfect? You had no idea what kind of date would make justice to such an adorable and sweet man.
  • You thought of so many things and all of them felt too pretentious, so… why not keep it simple and ask him to join you for dinner at your place? He’d bring the wine and you’d cook!
  • Since he can’t see, you wondered if his other senses were more intense now… maybe the taste of food could be such an amazing experience for him! So you decided to try exotic spices, you wanted to be magical for him!
  • And… let’s say it looked like some kind of magic trick , this handsome man was turned into a swelling red mess, his soothing voice was raspy due to his throat closing. Congratulations, MC! You gave him an allergic reaction on your first date.
  • You rushed to the hospital and you were so embarrassed, even when he looked fine and normal again, you kept quiet and distant, and he noticed. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”
  • “I’m so sorry, you have no idea how much! I completely understand if you decide to never see me again! I mean… if you never… want to hear from me again, arrrrgh! Why do I keep messing up so much with you?”
  • He just cupped your face with his hand and planted the most loving and sweet kiss, did you die and this was heaven? You could hear the angels singing…
  • “Next date, my treat, okay? But for now… let’s go back to your place, I think I want to keep tasting your flavor all night long…” when did he become so bold? Oh… who cares? Just enjoy it, you’re in for a night, girl…

anonymous asked:

Could you write about Poly!McHanzo and Poly!Reaper76's reaction to their s/o becoming pregnant. But here's the kicker. The s/o somehow, someway manages to escape but it's not to run away but it's to tell their family and friends one last goodbye before they dedicate their lives to have a family with the yanderes.

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Erik Lehnsherr x Reader ; Logan Howlett x Reader

Request: tsukuyomi011 I’m getting greedy here- cause you’re the only one fulfilling my requests right now, :p but anyway- I would like to request a Young!ErikxreaderxLogan one shot. Where the reader is Logan’s wife/mate in his timeline but when he goes backward in time-he finds that she was Erik’s girlfriend in the past and has to reign in his jealousy whenever he saw them together only to burst at last and try to beat Erik to a pulp?? I would love to see an Adamantium-less Wolverine going against Mageto… XD

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A/N: I enjoyed writing this one! :D I hope you like it!


Every fiber of his being was screaming out for you, his fists balled tightly to keep himself from pouncing on you the next time you walked by. He needed you in his arms, holding you, kissing you gently, whispering sweet nothings. He needed you away from him. Pain clenched achingly in his heart, holding it tightly in its strong grasp. Your beautiful laughter was almost mocking him, reminding him of everything he’d lost. Had you not made him promise that he’d finish this mission, he would’ve abandoned it long ago just to be wrapped in your arms once more. 

That’s all he wanted, you. And right now, his jaw clenched, eyes screaming murder as he looked at the gentle smile gracing your face, your head tucked in between Erik’s shoulder and neck, you were the only thing he couldn’t get. Something deep within him stirred, scratching at the very basis of his self, waiting, watching, fighting for him to get to you, to hold you, to claim you. A low, animalistic growl left his lips, his teeth bared. You were his. Why was he being forced to watch you with another? To be unable to hold you? To tell you how he feels? To show you his love? 

It pushed at every inch of who he was to get up and take you back, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that here and he couldn’t do it now. He had to sit back silently and watch as you smiled for another man, as you kissed another man, as you loved another man. His eyes shut against Erik embracing you, disgust and pain etched into his features. He let out a loud exhale, leaving the images of the two of you behind. He truly didn’t know how much longer he could keep it up.

You watched as Logan’s form retreated, your head resting comfortably on Erik’s shoulder. He was holding you close, whispering something softly into your ear, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. You were much too focused on the mystery that surrounded Logan as he walked away, muscles tensed as if he was uncomfortable. He’d been nice to you since you’d met. In fact, he was nicer to you than you’d ever seen him be with anyone else, especially Erik. He seemed to hate Erik and honestly, he probably had a pretty good reason.

“(Y/N),” Erik whispered, teeth gently scraping along your ear as he did so. You shivered, tearing your eyes from Logan’s back as he turned the corner.

“Yeah?” You inquired, a sweet smile gracing your face.

“You looked a little zoned out.” He laughed quietly, cupping your cheek.

“Sorry, it’s just,” you sighed, biting on the inside of your cheek. “Does Logan seem off to you?” Erik’s soft laugh turned into a loud chuckle, eyes shining with mirth.

“I hate to say it, but he doesn’t seem like the friendliest of guys.” You rolled your eyes, smiling widely. Erik did have a point. Logan didn’t seem to be the definition of nice, but still… A sigh was bit down as you thought back to the frustration he was causing in your mind. You feel drawn to him, dangerously so. It was like your heart was torn in two; one wishing for nothing more than Erik and the other longing to return to something eerily familiar to home, to Logan. 

“Although, he seems a little too friendly with you.” Erik’s voice broke through your stupor, causing you to look to him dumbly. Surely he wasn’t insinuating that Logan… that wasn’t possible… right? Why would it even matter if he felt that way, you were with Erik. You held onto that like a shield, repeating it over and over in your head to dispel the strange emotions the thought was eliciting. “I suppose I’ll have to talk to him.” What?

“No.” You replied, holding his head in place with hands on either side. “Just leave him be.” A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his head surging forward to connect with your forehead.

“Whatever you say.”


“Hey, Logan!” You call him over, smiling gently towards the man. He returns it in kind, approaching in long strides.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, a wide smile pasted on his lips.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Erik ran off to, would you?” You asked, frowning a little when his smile dropped, being replaced with a rather nasty look.

“No idea,” he grumbled, walking in time with you.

“Hm, I give up.” You shrugged, attempting to lighten the mood once again. It didn’t seem to work well, a half-smile being sent in return for your effort. “You know, he’s not as bad as you think.” You began. Surely the only reason he hated Erik was because he thought that he was some insane guy who wished to take over the world. Maybe if you told him what Erik was really like, maybe then he’d like him.

“Or maybe he’s worse.” Logan replied dryly, glaring at every blade of grass you walked by. It was almost comical, his annoyance not that different from a child throwing a temper tantrum.

“Believe me, he’s not.” Your feet had stopped on their own accord, your body angled so you could get a better look at Logan. He was attractive, that much you’d admit. His lips were parted and inviting, his hair looking like the perfect length for you to just run your hands through as you… relationship, you reminded yourself. You’re in a relationship, a very happy one, you might add. With Erik, not Logan. A frustrated groan was torn from your throat, one of Logan’s brows raising in question.

“Something the matter?” He asked. You could’ve sworn his voice was huskier than it had been only moments ago, your fingers spasming with the sudden urge to kiss him, to hold him, to be with him. It was like your world was being torn apart from the seams, your mind actually telling you that it was okay to want Logan, that it was right. But no, it couldn’t be right. You loved Erik. Why did this have to be so confusing?

“(Y/N),” Erik yelled, thankfully ripping you out of your own mind and bringing you back to reality.

“Erik,” you sighed, breaking your gaze from Logan’s intense stare. He was sprinting towards you, only stopping once his arm was wrapped around your waist, his lips pressing firmly into his cheek. You didn’t have to see him to know he was glaring at Logan, clearly getting the point across that you were his.

“Wolfy,” he smirked, nodding in greeting.

“Erik.” He replied curtly, eyes gleaming murderously. His hands were clenching and unclenching, an obvious attempt to keep himself from pounding his fist into your lover’s face. Unfortunately, Erik truly didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.

“We’ve got a little more pressing matter,” he looked to you heatedly, licking his lips slowly. “But I’ll be sure to let you know how we’re doing later.” Logan’s jaw was tightened, so much so that you were sure his teeth were going to snap under the pressure. Without hesitation, he lifted a fist and slammed it across Erik’s cheek. For one moment you stood wide-eyed, watching as your boyfriend righted his stance, wiping the blood from his split lip. “Wrong move, bub.” Erik mocked, his hand flying out. 

A long metal pipe rose from somewhere beneath the surface, aimed right at Logan’s abdomen. A strange yell left your lips, something mixed between a warning and his name.They were going to kill each other, for fuck’s sake! Logan dodged the pipe, retracting his claws, for lack of a better word. He lunged forward, aiming the sharp weapons at Erik. He barely had time to move out of the way, this time pulling six metal balls towards himself.

“Erik, Logan!” You screamed, trying to get their attention before they actually did injure one another. They didn’t listen, too busy dodging and attacking. “Guys!” You tried again, looking on helplessly as one of Logan’s claws scraped along the side of Erik’s face, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. In turn, Erik sent a metal ball careening through Logan’s shoulder, coming out wet and bloodied on the other side. “Boys!” You yelled for a final time, both hands going out to envelope them in a golden light. Neither could move, their eyes forced towards you.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys.” You shouted, glaring at both of them. When neither one of them provided you with an answer, you dropped both of your hands. With a loud declaration of, “Idiots,” you turned your back on them. They were being childish and pathetic and you were not about to put up with them. Obvious attempts were being made to get your attention from both of them as you walked away, but you weren’t having any of it. Each step only strengthened your resolve, fingernails digging into your palms. You were so done.