Miss-Union-Jack

Author’s Note: Based off/inspired by the movie TiMER on Netflix! Totally recommend you guys watch btw, it’s great! Idk if this is any good but it’s been in my drafts for a while so I decided to finish it up and post it! You couldn’t sleep, your body thrumming with nervous energy. Today was the day. The day you finally got your TiMER. You had been waiting for this day, since, well your mother explained to you what TiMERs were. TiMERs were simple. As soon as you got yours implanted, it would count down the days and the hours and the minutes until you met your soulmate. Unless, of course, they didn’t have theirs

"My dad thinks I should break up with you." The fingers that you were running through Isaac's hair stilled, and your entire body froze. "Oh, really?" You asked, barely managing to keep your voice from cracking. Isaac nodded, but didn't say anything else. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you spoke again. "Are you going to?" Isaac extracted his head from your lap, sat up, and turned to face you. He smiled softly at you, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. You leaned into the touch absentmindedly, one of your hands twining your fingers with his free hand. "No. I love you too much to do that." Your eyes snapped open, and before you c

"Would you mind explaining to me why exactly your beta showed up at my house soaking wet?" You hissed into the phone, angrily stirring the bowl of cookie mix. You could hear Derek sigh on the other side of the phone. "My apartment's only so big, __y/n__, I needed the extra space for Cora." You huffed. "I understand that, but I don't understand why you couldn't have just called me first! He walked here in the rain, Derek, so now all his clothes are fucking soaked. And apparently you threw something at him? What the actual fuck? His father abused him for god knows how long, that was so not okay. You're supposed to be his alpha, and now he's a

"Stiles, can you please come over?" You barely managed to ask, clutching your phone tightly in your hand. "__y/n__? What's wrong?" Stiles questioned anxiously, and you could already hear him shoving on shoes and grabbing his keys, despite it being almost midnight (on a school night, even). "The power's out, which you probably already know, but Scott's with Allison and mom's at the hospital and I think I might be having a panic attack?" You let out in one long breath. "I just," You groaned and paused. "It's making my wolf want to come out, and I don't think I can control it." "I'll be over in like two minutes, just try and stay calm, okay?"

Author's Note: Takes place at Camp Half-Blood, though I can't remember if that's right?? We're just pretending that like all the demigods are at Camp Half-Blood for Valentine's Day because why the heck not  <33 You sighed, resting your chin on your palm as you looked around you. Almost every single demigod had someone to share the day with, and they were all giggling and exchanging valentines. It made your heart hurt. You had never been the most popular girl in school, but even when you went to regular school, you could count on one of your best friends to buy you a cheesy valentine and a little box of chocolate. Here, you had no one. Y

You grumbled to yourself as Silver walked by, his arm slung around Jim's shoulders as they shared a joke about something that you "wouldn't understand". Captain Amelia raised an eyebrow at you, her eyes following your line of sight. She sighed and clapped you on the shoulder. "Chin up, dear. You know he doesn't mean anything by it. Jim's just...a boy." You gritted your teeth together. "I understand that but," You frowned. "I learned this," You gestured to the knot you were tying. "All of it, for him. I grew up hearing these stories about my father and I did everything I could to be like him, and then when I finally meet him after sixteen bl

You sang softly to yourself, using both hands to drag the comb, something you had been lucky enough to find after a traveling princess dropped it into the sea, through your __h/c__ hair. It was full of tangles, and you started at the tips of your drenched hair before working your way up to the roots. You were so entranced in what you were doing, brushes were truly magnificent inventions, that you didn't hear the sound of boots slapping against the sand until they were only mere feet away from you. You had stopped singing, thankfully, but you couldn't move from your spot on the rock without alerting the man to your whereabouts. Contrary to p