#Dead C∆T Bounce
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Sunday Best from the self-titled debut album by Bristol-based electronic project, You Love Her Coz She's Dead, Japanese release, deluxe edition (2012), containing 7 exclusive bonus tracks of remixes by guest electronic artists: Crim3s, Udar, Dead C∆T Bounce, Irish Steph, Beef Theatre, Tying Tiffany and DirtyRock.
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TEASE - C. BROCK & M’S. DEAD.
warnings; SMUT, oral (giving), p in v sex, cursing, mentions of a breakup, revenge, hate sex ?? bit angsty near the end
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You were so conflicted.
Colby Brock, your ex-boyfriend, had completely ruined your life. One minute you’re amazing—healthy and loving, and the next he’s sitting you down and telling you it’s over. Your heart was shattered within two words leaving his lips—you’d never felt pain like it. It especially hurt when you watched him bring girls over to your shared house, and forcing you to listen to them fuck.
But, the other side of you, wanted nothing more than to get him back. Flip the whole situation back on him, make him feel how you did and show him what it’s like to get completely fucked over.
It was a warm Thursday night—way past Midnight with the rest of your housemates fast asleep, while you lay wide awake in your bed, Mike’s cock ramming deep inside you. Your moans ringing throughout the room as you arched back into him, feeling every vein in his cock as it slowly slid in and out of you.
His hands gripped your hips tightly as he bounced your ass back onto him, indulging in the way it rippled with every thrust. A string of degrading curses flew from his mouth as his pace picked up, erupting more pornographic whines from your mouth.
You’d secretly wanted to fuck Mike for so long. He was gorgeous—chiselled face and jawline, incredibly tattooed body and an alluring smile all drew you to him. After Colby, you knew you needed to feel something other than pain, so fucking Mike would do exactly that. At first, you always hooked up at his place, but now wanting nothing more than to get sweet revenge on Colby, you decided to bring him your room and to be as loud as humanly possible.
“Oh, god, Mike.” You whined, feeling the arousal spread throughout your body as his inked hand reached under you to rub swift circles on your clit.
“Yeah, you like it? You like it when I fuck you from behind, baby?” He teased, his smirk evident in his voice.
Whining back in agreement, you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you creamed around his cock, moaning his name loudly. Following suit, Mike groaned lowly as he filled your pussy up deeply with his cum, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of your clenching hole.
Mike pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped out of you and onto your bed sheets. Chuckling darkly, he inserted two fingers inside you, pushing it back up into you.
Flipping around to face him, you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, “Thank you.”
Mike’s hand laid gently on your chin as he kissed you back, “My pleasure, sweetheart.”
As you placed a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt on your tired body, Mike threw some boxers on, feeling too hot and bothered to get fully clothed. Slithering into bed next to you, Mike curled up behind you, spooning you closely. He pecked your cheek as you slipped into a deep slumber.
Waking up the next morning, you ignored the ache between your legs as you gently awoke Mike next to you. He rubbed his eyes as he fully regained consciousness, sitting up in your bed.
“How’d you sleep, princess?” He mumbled, his voice raspy.
“Good, you?”
“Alright, I think one of the boys got up in the night, woke me up.” He informed you, standing up and dressing himself as you pondered on his words.
Who would be walking around the house in the middle of the night? Probably Colby bringing another in.
As you walked Mike out of your bedroom and down the stairs, you placed a soft kiss on his lips as you shut the door behind him. Smiling to yourself as you go to walk back to your room, you’re met with a familiar face stood outside their room.
“Good morning, how’d you sleep?” You asked, a devilish smirk on your lips as you approached him.
“Fuck you.” Colby spat, pushing past you.
Erupting a laugh from your chest, you pushed open your door and hopped back into your bed. You spent the rest of your day working—replying to emails and editing. You were mentally tired by dinner time as Sam called your name from downstairs.
Trudging down the stairs, you made your way into the kitchen as your four other house mates sat eating their take out dinner; Taco Bell. They all greeted you as you took a seat and plated up your meal, digging in.
“Sounded like somebody had a fun last night, huh?” Sam joked, smirking cheekily at you.
Chuckling at his words, you shook your head in amusement, “I did indeed.”
“Didn’t even need to ask, we heard it all for ourselves.” Jake spoke, taking a bite of his food, “Reminds me of when you two were together.” He added, nodding his head towards Colby.
“I was never that loud.” You fired, trying to hide your grin at your own words.
“Wow, okay.” Colby replied, rolling his eyes.
The boys laughed, emerging in a new conversation as you and Colby stayed silent—occasionally shooting each other a glance as you ate. You knew you’d gotten to Colby, he was visibly irritated and it filled you with joy.
After dinner, you helped clear up all the boys’ mess, washing some cups and plates, before heading back upstairs to your room. However, as you made it to your bedroom door, a strong grasp on your forearm pulled you in the opposite direction, and into a different room.
“How fucking dare you,” Colby growled, shoving you against his door, “You think now we’re broken up you can go whoring around? No, it doesn’t work like that.”
“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk,” You shot back, “Bringing girls back here every other night. All different ones, by the way, I’d love to know how they’d all feel about that?”
Colby seethed in your face, becoming visibly more angry at your words, “Well, unlucky for you, they’re all just in it for the fuck. Unlike you and lover boy.”
“Yeah, and he’ll be a better boyfriend than you ever were.”
Colby had had enough. He forcefully grabbed your neck, smashing your lips together in a rough, hateful kiss—full of clashing teeth and moans erupting from your mouth. Colby grasped the underside of your thighs, pulling you off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the strands harshly, smirking as his groans of pain flew down your throat.
Soon enough, Colby backed away from the door, retreating to the bed he once fucked you in every night. Treating you like a princess, taking care of you—you knew that wouldn’t be the case this time around. He ripped your clothes off like his life depended on it, not caring whether they got damaged or not, and doing the same to himself.
By the end of his rampage, you were both left naked—both panting heavily and staring at each other.
“You gonna just sit there like an idiot, or are you gonna make me cum, or what?” Colby spat, nodding down to his obvious hard on.
“Oh, you’re such a dick.” You breathed, laughing at his attitude, leaning down to place your mouth next to his member.
Placing your lips slowly over his tip, he groaned loudly as he slid to the back of your throat. His noises only grew louder as you bobbed your head up and down onto his cock, smirking at the way he gripped onto your head for life—only pushing you further down. Ignoring the way he chuckled darkly as you gagged around his length, you jerked the base of his cock as you sucked the tip.
You could tell he was getting close as his thrusts into your mouth only increased as you felt him twitch. But, before he could find his release, you pulled away, smirking up at him as his face dropped in shock.
You really had just blue-ballsed him.
“You fucking bitch.” Colby growled, grabbing your legs roughly, and flipping you onto your stomach.
Dragging your ass back towards him, Colby slammed his hips into yours as his dick stretched you out fully. Moaning loudly, you gripped his sheets tightly as he unmercifully pounded into you, his ring-clad hands holding onto your hips tightly. Colby didn’t spare you—his pace was deathly, causing you to whine and moan constantly as he fucked you into nothingness.
“Yeah, not so mouthy now, are you?” Colby panted, planting a harsh slap to your ass, a smirk forming on his face as you cried out, “Apologise.”
“In your fucking dreams.” You gasped, turning back to meet his eyes.
As a dark cloud forming in his Colby’s eyes, he grabbed your arms angrily, pinning them behind your back, as his other hand pressed your face into the bedsheets; cutting off your airflow.
“Yeah? Still can’t chat shit, can you, sweetheart?” Colby mocked, hinting towards the nickname Mike always called you during sex.
You drooled helplessly into the sheets as Colby destroyed your pussy, absolutely ruining you from behind. Due to your previous actions, Colby was quick to cum. His thrusts altered as he groaned loudly, cumming deeply inside you, panting heavily as he did so.
And not once did he attempt to make you cum.
Pulling out of you and standing upright, Colby silently threw his clothes back on and trudged towards his bathroom, slamming the door shut. He was clearly still pissed.
Sighing loudly, you curled up in his sheets, a single tear slipping from the corner of your eye. You were sick of this cycle—fucking other people to get revenge, fighting, then fucking, and then not speaking to each other for weeks. It was tiring, you either wanted to get back together, or not speak to each other ever again.
And you weren’t sure which one you wanted.
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Tate Langdon’s NSFW alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He likes to give you a lot of cuddles and he likes to watch movies or play video games with you
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes your tits and your stomach and on himself he likes his hair, its style and color
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He will cum wherever he likes, the most he cum on your chest
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He secretly wants to try the role-playing game, the thought of seeing you dressed in a sexy doctor's onesie turns him on a lot
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He is very experienced thanks to porn but he never had a real relationship before you (if we don’t consider Violet)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes you to ride him so he can see your boobs bouncing while you fuck him
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
If he’s feeling playful he makes a lot of jokes during the time.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps it shaved for you but sometimes small blond tufts can be seen
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s romantic most of the times, asking if you’re feeling good or if you need him to slow down
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I feel like before you he did it a moderate amount but now that he’s with you he just shows up in your room when he’s feeling needy so you can help him
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He will literally do almost everything
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Everywhere in the house but he prefers your room since around the house there are the other ghosts who would probably watch you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Literally everything about you, especially if your wearing anything revealing
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He won't do anything you don't want him to do
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Doesn't mind either, but likes giving to you more than receiving. He loves getting to see how good he makes you feel and he loves that the faces you make are only for him
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It goes pretty fast, not too hard though
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not fond of them, he likes to take his time and go multiple rounds. If you both are desperate he wont hold back, but it isnt a must for him
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He is open to try things and take risks when it comes to your sex life
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Since he’s dead he can go on until you can’t take it anymore
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Although he enjoys pleasing you with what he has, he can't deny wanting to see you trembling, panting, and crying while he abuses your body with toys
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He teases a lot like yeaaaa
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He tries to be quiet, but his grunts come out and they’re loud
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He would play Nirvana on the radio while you’re having sex
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I'd say he's average size 5 to 6 inches but he is thick so yeah
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Fault high once the two of you got close. He has a lot of pent up feelings to let out, so he's got about a 8.5/10
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Usually he doesn’t fall asleep since he’s a ghost, he lays on your stomach while you play with his hair, that's how you two cuddle
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i saw your post on mc that calls them by pet names, what about an mc that calls everyone babe, darling, hon, and stuff like that without thinking. if possible, could you include the dateables and platonic luke? thanks.
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Obey Me Datables w MC Who Uses Pet Names Without Thinking
DIAVOLO
Just accepts it as a general human thing at first
Like Asmo, naturally bounces off you with pet names in return
Is particularly fond of using “my dear”
Unintentionally starts mirroring you and starts to do it out of habit as well
He once said “Lucifer, my dear, come have a look at this.”
This is all Your Fault
Lucifer was quite upset
Makes you explain that, yes, these are names of endearment in the human realm as well
And that they’re generally reserved for loved ones
Congrats, you’ve just made Diavolo’s year 🎉🎉
Wants you to know that you are also very dear to him
BARBATOS
Doesn’t really bother nor phase him
Understands that its just force of habit to you
So, win/lose situation
Win - he doesn’t get jealous (not that he often does)
Lose - assumes that it will Forever mean Nothing
Therefore, generally doesn’t use pet names in return
BUT WHEN HE DOES
OOOH BOY
lookit this suave bitch
Calling u beloved
Is very proud of himself when u inevitably swoon
SIMEON
DOES THE SAME THING
So doesn’t really think twice about it
U N L E S S
It’s one specific to him
“oh i’m pretty boy?”
YES U ARE
His go to’s are “sweetheart” n “darling”
Intensifies around animals and children
Also takes it one step further
Casual physical affection
A L L. T H E. T I M E.
“platonic” cheek kisses, holding hands etc.
Doesn’t mean to fluster anyone
Just wants the people he loves to feel loved
SOLOMON
This dramatic b i t c h
Goes Straight to his ego
U have to give him a personalised pet name
Bc he Will refuse to respond to anything else
And if you get flustered easy???
HOO BOY
Mans is having fun with this one
It’s a competition now, you see
How embarrassed can he make you today??
If your nicknames are Ever insulting
He is SO offended
You insult solomon???
JAIL. JAIL FOR MC FOR ONE T H O U S A N D YEARS
Plays dead
LUKE (platonic)
He’s not a little kid okay >:((
He doesn’t need your silly nicknames
You will call him by his name, and he will call you yours
“look at my baby go!! aw i’m so proud of him”
HES NOT A BABY >:((
But you’re proud of him 🥹?????
Okay, Maybe he can turn a blind eye to it
At least you don’t call him Chihuahua 
But he better not catch ANYONE ELSE referring to him as a baby
Except maybe Simeon
Only if he’s proud of him as well
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Heyyy wanted to ask if maybe you could do a rex or fives one where the reader gets hurt and it's all really angsty but with a happy ending please ❤️
God this one has been in my in-box for so long and I’m sorry!
“Loyal”
Summary: Rex lost a member of his squad, he had to leave them behind. That doesn’t sit right with him. Rex will always go back for his family
Pairing: Captain Rex x GN padawan reader (p-l-a-t-o-n-i-c)
Warning: mentions of ptsd, torture, mild description of injury/blood. Rex is there for you don’t worry
Word count: 1145 (it will be proofread tomorrow!)
Notes: so funny thing is this could technically be the story that leads up to my other fic “Keep your head up” which is kinda cool- the “toskaverse” if you will where my copy and paste boys are all safe and happy (for the most part with the reader)
It didn’t sit right with him, what made a good soldier?
Loyalty- the drive to fight, to do what he was created to do. If he couldn’t be that then what was he really?
The ship was dead silent, the tension that covered over everything like a heavy blanket was suffocating. Rex couldn’t help but see the bounce in Jeese’s leg or the one thousandth time Anakin ran his hand through is hair.
Even Rex felt like he couldn’t sit still, so he paced back and fourth back and fourth. It was all his fault.
He gave the order to retreat after you nearly yelled at him, Rex was the one that watched as the separatist surrounded you. He could have tried to do something but through the dark your eyes found him one last time and they begged him to leave.
He was the one to watch you board the enemy ship and was the one to tell Anakin that you weren’t there next to him.
His insides hurt, every part of his body seemed to be on fire- If they didn’t get you back today Rex wasn’t really sure what would happen after that.
The ship descended further and further into the galaxy, everyone’s breath was held hoping that the coordinates were right.
Anakin came up to him silently, his face showed the captain what he needed to know. “You’re good on the plan?” Rex didn’t realized how young Anakin really seemed in these moments.
“Of course sir.” Rex said unable to look his general in the eyes. “We’ll get them back.”
Rex could have guessed a response Anakin would have made but instead was only met with a silent hug to the captains armored side. He froze for a moment before taking the arms of his general and moving them to his front.
Rex stood there for a moment unsure until he finally hugged Anakin back.
•••
The dark halls creaked until the footfalls of Rex and a small group of his men, a siren rang in the distance and red lights flashed on and off.
“Let’s hope the generals distraction covers us for a while.” Fives voice spoke over the comms lightly.
“Let’s hope we’re going in the right direction.” Hardcase shoulders his heavy machinery.
Rex’s hand shot up freezing everyone in their tracks, without another word he slightly motions for the four men behind him to spread out and watch his back.
The cell was at the end of the hallway and right now Rex didn’t need a surprise ambush from some clankers.
A shaky breath ran through Rex as he quickly tried to type into the keypad to open the door. With a few small beeps and some errors the door slid open.
The cell was darker then the base on the outside, nothing adorned the walls and nothing seemed to be inside.
Nothing also meaning no people inside.
Rex’s quick eyes scanned over the room again, his heart dropped at the possibility that you wouldn’t be there. You had to be.
Silently Rex brought his blasters up from the holsters that rested at his sides, taking a shaky step inside he scanned the room over once again.
Nothing.
One more time through that’s when he heard it. Slightly from somewhere above a small breath escaped and the creek of a surface registered in his ears.
Quicker than he thought something that was perched near the ceiling was on top of him in a second. He felt the grab for his blasters but thankfully kept a tight grip.
Instead the figure pushed off of him and his own vibro-blade out in front of them. It shook slightly as his eyes met the ones that have been haunting his dreams for the past rotations.
“Woah woah woah.” Rex croaked out, his hands shot up sightly as he tried to position his blaster away from your frame.
Your features didn’t change as he tried to call you name, no recognition was presented in your eyes and for the second time today Rex’s heart nearly stopped.
“Y/N” He tried once. His now free hands slowly traveled up to his helmet and with the practiced ease he took it off.
He was blinded for a moment and he couldn’t blame you for the opportunity it presented. In an instant the wind was knocked out of Rex slightly once again.
The blade came clattering out of the weak grip in the struggle, Rex grabbed your shoulders to keep you from strangling him, but the wince on your face said everything he needed to know.
“Hey hey Y/N it’s me.” He spoke clearly to you pleading. “Please it’s alright.”
A heartbeat passed, then another. Rex watched as your face dropped for a moment, your eyes cleared and the hands that were around his wrist began to shake.
“Rex?” The words didn’t come above a whisper and were coated with the tears that were about to fall. “Rex-“ You tried the words one more time.
Without thinking in an instant you were engulfed in your captains arms, he felt slightly as you grasped at anything that you could get your hands on burying your head as close as you could possibly get to his neck.
“Rex rex rex I didn’t know, they asked and I didn’t know anything they wanted I swear.” The sparse rambles were beginning to become drowned by tears.
“I know and you did so well.” Rex rocked back and fourth for a second more.
What was said next would haunt Rex right up to the very last day he would spend in this galaxy.
“I thought for a moment you wouldn’t come.” The words destroyed the carefully armored heart of Rex.
How could he have let this happen?
“I’d always come back for you Ad’ika, no matter what.” He spoke quickly and the grasp only grew tighter around him.
You pulled away for a moment just taking in the sight, wondering if this was a cruel trick the separatist were playing. Rex’s own eyes scanned the bloody face in front of him.
His commanders nose was bleeding all over the front of their shirt, a huge scar was present running over the entire side of the face in almost a lightning pattern.
Your eyes would he seared to the back of his mind- the look of fear was so pronounced he wondered if you ever felt it before since it seemed so foreign.
“I want to go home. Home with you and Anakin. Back to the temple.” You spoke shaky in his arms.
“I know I know.” Rex ran a hand over your unscarred check slightly. “I’ve got you ok? We can go home if you want.”
Before another word was spoken Rex was already on the move with your shivering form in his arms.
Loyalty was his best trait, but it would also be his undoing sooner or later.
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His Spring — Geto Suguru x Reader
It shouldn’t have happened, not really, not at all—not then.
Careful; he should’ve been careful, and alert. For now he sat in the corner of the room, in a part he didn’t want to be at—with people he didn’t know, wearing clothes he watched to tear apart and let his body breathe—but all on top of that, stood you.
“Wanna join me in this party tonight?” Glossed lips and bashful grin—it didn’t take much, or any persuasion for that matter for him agree. Now, he wasn’t sure why he agreed, or if he did at all and you just assumed his dazed nod, something very natural he’s gotten along doing you, to be a yes.
So now he sat alone in the corner, eyes drafting to every movement of yours, your hips swung— left, right,left —he’d been observing you for a while now, anyone observing him would deem him a stalker at this point.
“What is your type in women?” The question rang in his mind again—something, weirdly enough that had been bouncing back into his mind every few days—his type? He’d wondered then, not really sure.
But he knew now, one look at you and he knew what his type was. One look at you and your silly graphic t-shirt of some anime and he knew his favourite fandom; one look at your converse and he knew his next expenditure; one look at your hair and he knew his hands were perfect to braid them; one look at you and he knew, he knew, he wanted to wait.
Wait everything out—in midst of all that was happening, in the midst of a tragedy his eyes had spotted you. Trained themselves to even see you as he slept.
To where his mind once questioned his existence, he now lay wondering if you liked poppies better of roses. To where he once questioned running away, he now knew he’d run away to you. He could run away to you.
Suguru used to feel he was nothing but a sad, lonely, tired winter, trudging along until the better Spring came about—until the spring made people forget of him- until the winter was no more.
Wrong.
But then again, could you blame him at all? In those black sweatshirts and black pants he’d assumed he’d find himself dead- in that cold shivering winter he thought he’d end—in that gloom, he thought, he wouldn’t continue any longer, he couldn’t. He didn’t know, right? He didn’t know, didn’t want to know, if he could at all live to see another Spring.
When he saw you, the question wasn’t to catch a spring or no, but the fact that he managed to and he considered you his achievement, the most prized one. He could sit and deny it to himself, as he’d tried initially but no, he ached for you. Day and night, he ached for you.
So pitifully wrong he knew he was back then, as your form approached him, a grin on your face, “C’mere,” you’d shouted over the music—so wrong he was.
For while you pulled him closer on the dance floor, of a party he disliked, he clung onto you- his dark hair ruffling to your shoulders too—for just then he knew that you were his Spring. You made him forget about his lonely, tired winter, you made him breathe. As you wrapped your hands around his neck and danced close to him, nothing romantic and yet he wouldn’t complain because Suguru lived every moment spent, had it been around you, basking in your Spring.
And as he held you close, supporting himself with you, knowing you loved it too, he smiled.
—
“What’s your favourite colour?” You’d asked with a grin, brows raised and a chart in your hand, “We’re gonna paint your house that colour!”
He’d smiled, and before he could say anything at all, “Wait let me guess,” you chimed in quickly, “Yellow? The light kind,” a smile adored your lips, a squeal bursting to escape and it did too as he nodded with a chuckle.
Your arms found themselves wrapped around him, “I know you so well,” you’d laughed and stared into his eyes—he stared in to yours, knowing all too well that until the word ‘yellow’ had escaped your lips, he was sure he hadn’t known that colour properly at all. And now that you’d said ‘yellow’ he knew he’d fallen in love with a colour too—a colour of life, he’d smiled.
But the truth lay all too bare for until you had said the word ‘yellow’ Suguru hadn’t found his favourite colour at all.
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can you do a markiplier x little sister ? i need some sort of e s c a p e p l e a s e
Snack runs at 2am
Pairing: (PLATONIC) Big Brother! Markiplier x Little Sister! Reader (I'm imagining the reader to be like 17/18ish but it doesn't really matter honestly)
Summery: Boring days lead to equally boring nights filled with sleeplessness and hunger. Since Mark stole all of your snacks for the video he filmed with Ethan that day, you figured he might as well pay you back, right?
T/W: none! Just some good 'ol fluff!
A/N: my first request! I absolutely love big bro Mark and stuff like this is always so fun to write, I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤
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Bang
Bang
BANG!
Each of the kitchen cabinet doors opened and slammed shut, progressively getting louder to match your frustration. Did Mark really have to take ALL of your sacred snacks, just because him and Ethan were filming and needed something to fulfill their hunger during it? Why couldn't they have just ordered pizza-- or even gotten McDonald's!?
With a heavy sigh, you spun around and leaned your back against the counter top. It took all of 3 seconds for this new, glorious plan to form within your magnificent brain.
The gas station down the street was open 24-hours.
And Mark was going to take you and buy you anything you wanted.
It was the least a big brother could do after ruining your late night youtube binge session by being a hog and eating all of your snacks.
With hushed footsteps you ran as fast and quietly as possible up the stairs and to Mark's bedroom. All caution stopped though when you threw his door open and jumped onto the foot of his bed, bouncing slightly as the weight on the poor mattress was now being distributed between 2 bodies and not just 1.
You made sure to jump onto a spot that was far enough away to where his attacks wouldn't get you, and boy were you glad you did. The sheets were thrown off of the bed and big, hairy limbs went everywhere. Legs kicked and arms swung, followed by various curses and threats after the initial scream died down. It's safe to say, Mark was definitely awake now.
"--OR ELSE I SWEAR I'LL REENACT THE BITE OF '87 ON YOU-- (Y/N)?" His voice was softer now and heavily dripping with confusion as he rubbed his eyes and tried to make out the shape of you in the dark, but your giggles and snorts from his empty threats gave you away instantly.
"What, the fuck, was that for?" The bedroom lamp now on and illuminating the room with soft light showed his ridiculously messy hair, and his hoodie on your body that you stole because he kept the house insanely cold.
"Get clothes on. You're taking me to the gas station down the road because you and Ethan-you big pigs- ate all of my sacred snacks." You punctuated your statement by crossing your arms after throwing the shirt that was laying on the foot of his bed at him. "I think I deserve it."
Mark's face began to dawn the most deadpan expression you've ever seen on him. The bags under his eyes were darkened by the shadows and how his hair framed his face. Exhaustion filled every invisible wrinkle upon him. He looked completely wiped out from the day he had spent filming and editing, but honestly? You could still see his lips starting to bend into a smile as he pulled his shirt on.
Within the next five minutes, you were both seated in his car and on the way to the gas station, having opted to drive since it was cold outside. The radio station played softly as you cruised down the completely dead road.
After pulling in and parking in the spot right beside the door, you both got out and entered the gas station. You skipped right back to the aisle with the chips and candy as Mark made a B-line to the fridge with the energy drinks. You met up with Mark just a few minutes later, a mix of snacks, candy, and drinks overflowing from your arms. You never typically took advantage of the times Mark spent money on you, but this was different! He ate all of your necessary snacks so this was just him repaying you!
Dumping everything on the counter, the elderly lady behind the counter started scanning everything for you while striking up a sweet conversation with Mark, as she always did when you two came in for snacks or gas. Before you knew it though, you were back in the car with at least 7 bags filled to the brim.
You looked over at Mark as he buckled his seatbelt into place. "Thank you Mark, I know you ate all my snacks, but this makes up for it." You laughed, but it got interrupted by a yawn. Mark looked over to you and followed with a laugh of his own, reaching over to ruffle your head. "I'm sorry for eating all of your snacks, kid. Let's get back to bed, yeah?"
You nodded in agreement and buckled yourself in, relaxing back in the comfy seat as Mark started driving.
"I'm still gonna beat Ethan's ass, he isn't off the hook just because you are."
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FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 3
FANDOM: The Walking Dead
SERIES: For the Ones We Love
STATUS: Ongoing
ERA: Prison
PAIRING: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)
CHAPTER THREE: The Guest
WORD COUNT: 3.6k
SUMMARY: A new arrival at the prison tells Rick and the others of the danger that Glenn and Maggie have gotten themselves into, leading the group with no other choice but to infiltrate Woodbury.
RATING: Mature
WARNINGS: Violence and Language (Typical TWD content)
SERIES MASTERLIST
A/N: So I know that things are a little out of order with the S3 timeline. The main things being, if I were following the show’s storyline to a T, the group would be discovering that Carol is still alive during this chapter. In my version, they found out weeks ago. Rick is also of sound mind, and has had time between Lori’s death and Glenn and Maggie’s capture to recover. In the show it’s immediate, but in my story there’s several weeks in between. Also, you can probably tell by now that there will be no Beth. No offense to Beth, but she was essentially there to babysit Judith and get Daryl to be vulnerable, and in my story those honors will be going to the Reader. Hope you guys don’t mind too much. Also, no Axel or Oscar because I don’t really see the point with how quickly they were written off the show.
“Holy shit. Who’s that?”
Whipping around to look in the direction where you’d just pointed, Daryl frowned when his gaze landed on the same wounded, dark-skinned woman who had caught your attention. He had no idea who she was but could see that she held a strange looking sword, the kind that he’d only ever seen in movies, and one of those red plastic shopping baskets that people used in grocery stores when they only had a few things to pick up.
“Only one way to find out.” Daryl grunted, picking his crossbow back up as you did the same with your revolver.
Over the next several minutes, you and Daryl worked as a team to get the woman to safety. Neither of you knew who she was, but when seeing her fight off a few walkers before falling to the ground, instinct told you both that it was the right thing to do. You could only hope that Rick would agree with your hasty decision. Once making it down to the gate, Daryl tossed his keys to you before raising his crossbow and shooting a walker that had been lumbering towards the woman’s unconscious form.
Once unlocking the gate, you pulled the door open and stepped out after Daryl, firing your gun and taking out three walkers as they stumbled closer, having been attracted by the sounds of the woman’s struggle. Remaining just outside the entrance, you scanned your surroundings while also keeping an eye on Daryl as he crouched down beside the unconscious woman. The sound of your gunfire had earned the attention of a larger group of walkers, and as Daryl examined the stranger, you started to anxiously bounce up and down on the balls of your feet.
“Was she bit?” You called over to him.
“Just a gunshot.” He announced, his fingertips hovering over the circular tear in the thigh of the woman’s jeans.
One walker had started ambling forward ahead of all the rest, getting dangerously close to Daryl. Raising the revolver, you fired, only to find that the chamber was empty because you’d stupidly forgotten to reload it after returning from hunting.
“Fuck!” You cursed, shoving your useless gun into your jeans before running at full speed and kicking your leg out, your right foot connecting with the walker’s abdomen, sending it tumbling to the ground. “Daryl, come on!”
Daryl watched with appreciation as you used quick thinking to take down the walker, but soon came back to the reality of the situation. Shouldering his crossbow, he picked the woman up in his arms just as you ran over to grab the shopping basket and her sword. Jogging along in front of him, you reopened the gate and then quickly locked it once more.
By the time you had both made it back to C-Block, Daryl’s legs looked like they were about ready to give out. You ran ahead to grab a blanket, then hurried back and spread it out over the floor before helping Daryl to gently lay the woman down on it.
“Hershel!” You yelled, running over to the gate dividing the common area from the cells.
“You sure she wasn’t bit?” You panted, glancing back at Daryl as he pulled off his crossbow and gear.
“Nah, she’s just covered in someone else’s blood. My money’s on a walker — s’why she was able to stand beside ‘em for a while before they noticed.”
With a relieved nod, you looked back just as Rick opened the gate with his keys, Hershel hobbling along on his crutches behind him.
“What happened? Who’s this?” Rick asked.
“We found her standing outside the fence, fighting off some walkers.” You explained, lifting her sword as well as the red shopping basket and peering inside to find that it was filled with baby formula. “She had this with her.”
The former Sheriff Deputy’s eyes roamed the contents of the basket for a few seconds before he looked to you, a startled expression on his face. With a shake of your head, you shrugged for emphasis, signaling that your guess was as good as his.
“My God, do you think she had a baby?” Hershel asked.
“I don’t think so.” You replied honestly. “Why would she hold onto all of this if something had happened to it?”
“It’s too much of a coincidence.” Rick muttered as he began to pace.
Moving to stand beside you, Daryl glanced inside the basket before bringing his gaze to Rick. “She ain’t bit, just shot in the leg. Dehydrated too, from the looks of her.”
Quickly moving over to the shelves where they’d been storing food and water, Rick grabbed a bottle and hurried back, crouching over the woman and pouring a bit onto her neck and chest. The woman gasped in response, her eyes fluttering open as she took in her new surroundings.
“It’s all right.” Rick assured her, raising his free hand, showing her that he wasn’t armed. “It’s all right.”
“Who are you?” He asked, gently touching her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down as her breathing hitched in her throat. “Hey, it’s all right.”
Before any more could be said, the woman caught sight of her katana and lunged forward in a desperate attempt to grab it, but Rick was one step ahead, using his leg to kick the weapon out of her reach before her fingertips could so much as graze the handle.
“We’re not gonna hurt you.” Grabbing onto her bicep, Rick pushed her back down with a bit more force as he leaned over her. “Unless you try something stupid first, all right?”
During the brief struggle between Rick and the woman, you noticed that Daryl had picked his crossbow up from where he’d haphazardly set it on the table. While you’d stayed out of the way up until this point, you stepped forward just then, entering the stranger’s field of vision. You’d spent enough time with Daryl to know that he had a temper that could easily be set off, and didn’t want this woman to be on the receiving end of it. More than that, you recognized a familiar fear in her eyes that made you sympathize with her.
“You wanna tell us your name?” You asked gently, taking a step closer in hopes that if she knew she wasn’t alone in a room full of strange men, she might be more inclined to speak. The woman looked at you and you saw that she had visibly relaxed somewhat, but still she kept quiet.
Well, so much for that brilliant idea, you thought.
Rick gave an irritated shake his head. It was obvious that he was growing impatient with their new guest. While you felt for the stranger, you also understood Rick’s perspective. Whoever this woman was, she’d somehow known exactly where the prison was and that there was a baby here, and that didn’t sit right with Rick — with any of you.
“We’ll keep this safe and sound.” Rick announced, raising her katana in his hand as he stood up. “The doors are all locked. You’ll be safe here.” He nodded towards her wound. “And we can treat that.”
“I didn’t ask for your help!” The woman spat, speaking at last.
“Doesn’t matter.” Rick shrugged, turning and heading back towards the gate with Daryl and Hershel at his heels. “Can’t let you leave.”
Remaining where you were as the others walked back to C-Block, you kept your eyes on the woman, lost in thought. She reminded you more and more of yourself when you were held against your will at Grady Memorial. Of course she had it easy; Rick’s group was nothing like those awful people, but this woman didn’t know that. It took Rick walking back over and placing his hand onto your shoulder to wake you from your thoughts of the past.
“Hey, you OK?” He asked, his brows knitting together in concern.
Nodding slowly, you finally lifted your gaze from the stranger. Hershel had gone back to his cell, most likely to retrieve his medical supplies, but Daryl was lingering by the gate. His tense gaze stayed on you as you brought your attention to Rick and you could feel his eyes even as you looked away.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I just . . . “ You sighed, biting into your bottom lip. “Let me talk to her alone?”
Rick hesitated, and you saw in his honest eyes that the thought was making him uneasy. Rather than be annoyed by his reluctance however, you found it incredibly endearing that he cared enough to be concerned for you.
“Rick, I’ve been in her place before, and it’s a shitty place to be — the not knowing. Please, let me see what I can get out of her . . . “ You glanced over at Daryl as he started to walk back towards you. “ . . . preferably without Daryl chaperoning.”
“What’s the hold up?” Daryl grunted impatiently.
Keeping his eyes on you, Rick smiled knowingly. You hadn’t known Daryl Dixon long, but it seemed that you had the man figured out pretty well. For some reason, Rick liked knowing that.
“We’re gonna leave her to it.” Rick announced.
“To what?” Daryl asked.
“To have some one-on-one time with our guest.” Rick replied matter-of-factly.
Daryl shifted from one foot to the other, tucking his hands beneath his armpits. “Ya sure that’s a good idea?”
Rick nodded, his eyes still on you. “I am.”
When Rick made his declaration, you smiled; like a kid being praised by their idol. Whether he wanted to or not, Rick had unofficially taken over as a sort of father figure for you, and you were proud to have gained his approval. Daryl, however, scowled; looking rather displeased by the idea. Then again, it was difficult to tell since that was pretty much the only expression you’d ever seen him make.
Rick clapped his hand over Daryl’s shoulder as he made his way back to the gate, but Daryl remained where he was, staring you over. His hesitation lasted a few seconds, but just as you opened your mouth to ask him if something was wrong, he turned and followed Rick. Remaining where you were, you watched as Daryl returned to C-Block, catching his blue gaze as he turned back around to watch you as he locked the gate before joining the others.
“Alone at last.” You muttered under your breath and turned around to face the woman, whom had been watching you closely.
Oh, shit.
Suddenly, anxiety began to gnaw at your gut. What if Rick had put his faith in you for nothing? What if this woman said even less to you than she’d said to him? Forcing yourself to shake off your insecurities, you swallowed down the fear and took a few slow steps towards her.
“You know that older man who just left? His name’s Hershel, and he really can help you.”
With your hands stuffed into the back pockets of your jeans, you continued. “He used to be a veterinarian, before all this happened. Knows his stuff.”
“What did you used to be?” The stranger asked softly.
Both the woman’s question and interest caught you completey off guard. Even though you’d still been doing your job as a medical worker less than a month ago, it felt like an entirely different life. Shrugging your shoulders as if her question hadn’t left you reeling, you replied. “I was just a student.”
It was the same answer you’d given Rick when the two of you had spent some time getting to know each other, and it wasn’t necessarily a lie. You just hadn’t felt the need to specify what kind of student you’d been, and you still didn’t. After the world ended, you kept helping because you knew it was the right thing to do. But after everything that had happened at Grady, you were starting to think that you didn’t owe this new world shit. Not if there was a chance that it might put you into another horrible situation like that.
“How about you?”
When the woman said nothing in reply, you sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“Look, I know it’s hard to believe that there are still good people in this world, but there are.” Holding your arm out, you gestured back towards the gate. “They are. I’ve only been here a few weeks and I already feel like . . . “ You’d been tempted to say family, but stopped. It felt like a betrayal to your actual family to say it out loud. “It’s safe here. You could be safe here. Just tell us what we want to know.”
The silence that met your words was deafening, and you’d been close to calling it quits and returning to Rick to tell him that you’d failed in getting information, when the woman finally spoke.
“The supplies,” The stranger nodded towards the red shopping basket. “They were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl.”
Glenn and Maggie.
You inhaled sharply. Of course. Just before you’d left to go hunting with Daryl, Glenn and Maggie had announced that they were taking a car to look for more ammo and baby formula.
“What happened? Were they attacked?” You asked.
“They were taken.” The stranger whispered.
“By who?”
“By the same son of a bitch who shot me.”
“That’s Glenn and Maggie. They’re part of our group — Maggie is Hershel’s daughter.”
Keeping your eyes on the woman, you noticed an almost guilty expression cross her features. “There’s a town. Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there.”
“A whole town?” You asked, skeptical.
She nodded. “It’s run by this guy who calls himself the Governor — pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type.”
“How many men does he have?”
“Not sure, but they have armed sentries on every wall. Paramilitary wannabes.”
“Do you know a way in?”
“Place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through.”
“How’d you know how to get here?” You asked.
“The couple, they mentioned a prison — said which direction it was in, said it was a straight shot.”
There was nothing the woman had said that gave you the impression that she was lying. Why would she? Her story added up, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, you could see that she was desperate to get away from Woodbury and find somewhere safe to recuperate.
“Thank you for telling me this.” Crouching down to her level, you held out your hand and introduced yourself.
It seemed the woman’s first instinct was to recoil away from your hand, but after a few seconds you were relieved to see that her expression began to soften.
“Michonne.” She replied, reaching out to shake your hand.
“Nice to meet you, Michonne.”
“You too.”
Letting go of Michonne’s hand, you stood up and stepped towards the shelved inventory, grabbing a granola bar and a bottle of water, then walking back to hand them to her.
“I’m gonna go tell everyone what you just told me. Relax, eat. I’ll be back with Hershel in a few minutes.”
Taking the food and water, Michonne nodded once before you turned on your heel and returned to C-Block. You repeated your conversation with Michonne to Rick, Daryl, Hershel, Carol and Carl. Hershel was understandably very upset, but just as brave as ever. He demanded that Rick let him come along as they began to make their plans; the intensity of the situation causing him to momentarily forget about his leg, until Rick made him see reason.
“How do you know we can trust her?” Carol asked you.
“It doesn’t matter — this is Maggie and Glenn.” Hershel said before you could answer. “We can’t leave anything to chance.”
“We ain’t.” Daryl shook his head. “I’ll go after ‘em.”
Running a hand over his face, Rick took a deep breath. He looked so tired. You’d hated being the one to have to tell him that the rare peace he’d been enjoying without any incidents over the past few weeks had finally come to an end, but there was no way around it.
“This place sounds pretty secure.” Rick finally said, looking to Daryl. “You can’t go alone.”
“I’ll go.” The words were out of your mouth before you really even had time to think it over.
Daryl looked at you, his eyes moving back and forth. You wondered what was going through his head, but for once he wasn’t arguing with you. That was progress.
Rick shook his head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Well that’s good because you’re not asking, I’m offering.” You smiled.
It didn’t sit right with Rick, allowing you; someone so new to the group to risk your life for his people. But with T-Dog dead and Glenn and Maggie captured, he didn’t have much in the way of backup, and he needed all the help he could get if this rescue mission had any hope of being successful.
“All right.” Rick agreed.
“I’m going too.” Carl announced.
That was where Rick had to draw the line. You remained quiet as father and son began to argue, but you were relieved when Rick told Carl that he had to stay with Hershel and Carol. No matter how good of a shot he was, he was still eleven-years-old, and the idea of having him risking his life weighed heavy on your heart.
The sun had well set by the time the group was ready to go. Hershel had sewn together Michonne’s gunshot wound and she was back on her feet, still sore, but overall doing much better. You stood with Daryl, helping him load the Hyundai with all the supplies he and the others had collected from the armory when they’d first arrived at the prison.
“I got the flash bangs and I got the tear gas.” Daryl announced as you opened up the hatchback for him to pack a backpack and duffel bag inside the trunk. “Never know what you’re gonna need.”
Even as Daryl seemed to be making conversation, you were barely listening as you stood with the strap of an assault rifle that you really didn’t know how to use, slung over your shoulder. It was funny, because after escaping from the hospital just a few weeks ago, you’d given yourself permission to be selfish from now on. Yet here you were, joining a group of people on a rescue mission on what could very possibly be your last night on this earth. The world had become such a strange place. A year ago, your idea of helping someone was letting them borrow your anatomy notes. Now it apparently meant risking your life.
“Nice kick back there, Buffy.” Daryl grunted, bringing you out of your reverie.
Turning to face him, you paused in confusion, but then slowly smiled when realizing that he was referring to when you’d taken down the walker without your gun earlier that day. You hadn’t killed it, but had at least given yourself and Daryl enough time to hurry back inside the safety of the prison gates with Michonne.
“Buffy? But Buffy’s a badass. I thought I was Betty?” You raised an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips as you reminded him of the rude nickname he’d given you just that morning when you’d had the audacity to question the reliability of his precious motorcycle.
Daryl hesitated for the briefest of seconds, something of a glint in his eyes as he studied you closely, nothing but the sound of cicadas in the night surrounding you both. Finally, he shrugged his broad shoulders with a tilt of his head. “Maybe you’re a little of both.”
As you climbed into the backseat after Daryl, with Rick behind the wheel and Michonne navigating from the passenger seat, you couldn’t hide the smirk that crept over your lips even if you’d tried. If that was as close to a compliment as Daryl Dixon was willing to give you, you would happily take it.
CHAPTER FOUR
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could you write a list of NSFW Tate Langdon imagines??? I saw tat3sbbg do it and it was cool, i wanted to see what you could come up with???
Sure I didn't know if you meant NSFW alphabet but thats what I did only thing I could think of also sorry if it was rubbish.
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I feel like tate would be great with after care he would rub your legs soothing you from previous activities. He would help you clean up grab you anything you need.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
As seen from the show tates favourite body part would probably be his dick or his hands. seeing how they can make you melt and make you cum
His favourite body part of yours would be your tits and your eyes. End of the day he's a teenage boy who probably is always horny so he can't take his eyes off your boobs and he loves the way you would roll your eyes when he makes a joke or other things.
C = Cum (self explanatory)
Again he's a honry teenager he'll come anywhere on you but he loves making you come with his hands or his mouth knowing he can make you feel good would make him cum alone.
D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
He's definitely got a much more kinkier side to him he would want to do much more with you but scared that he would scare you away.
E = Experience (how experienced are they?)
He's probably had some experience before he passed away. So he knows what to do through porn and whatnot.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Probably missionary he loves seeing your every expression throughout the moment. Seeing you squirm under him. And how your eyes roll back.
But he also loves you ontop seeing how your tits bounce and seeing him move in and out of you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I'd say a mix of both depends on the mood. Sometimes something would happen such as a leg cramp from you on top you both would laugh. But sometimes he can be serious if he's angry or upset and needs a release.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)
He probably keeps himself trimmed if you say something about it. But he doesn't really bother.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)
Again it's a mix he could be passionate or Goofy it depends on what happens during the moment but mostly he's romantic.
J = Jack off (masturbation)
He's a teenager he definitely masturbates if you aren't around but if you're also dead he'll just find you and ask if you are in the mood. But if you aren't he'll just sort himself out by thinking about you.
K = Kink ( their kinks)
As seen on the show he definitely likes the gimp suit (idk what that type of Kink is called), he likes to be dominated but sometimes he likes to be in control, mommy Kink. I feel like he's also into pegging idk why he gives me those vibes.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere within the murder House. But majority of the time in your and his bedroom.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Everything from you wearing his clothes. To just breathing you just get him going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I think he'd be open to anything unless it's a no go for you what he wouldn't try is pee Kink or facies stuff like that
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Now he loves getting head from you just the sight of you on your knees makes him weak at the knees begging for more.
But he also loves giving aswell the way you grip his hair and your legs close around his head his hands holding your hips in place.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Again depends on the mood your both in. If the days been sweet and romantic he will take him time with you but also likes to be rough and fast with you if you tell him to.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn't mind if your busy but needy he's down for a Quickie but if not then he'll take his time since he's got nothing better to do.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Tate is open to try things and take risks when it comes to your sex life if your down he's down sort of thing.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
If he was alive he could go for 2 maybe 3 rounds but since he's dead he can go on and on till you can't take no more.
T = Toys (do they own toys?)
He doesn't use toys but if you own one he's cool with it sometimes if he's feeling a little extra he maybe uses your toys on you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tate loves to tease you seeing you whining desperately for him. But he also loves when you tease him too it drives him wild.
V = Volume (how loud they are)
He can be loud with grunts or his own whimpers if your in control. He's not ashamed to let everyone in the house know what you both are up to.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Sometimes when you aren't in the mood but he is he'd be invisible watching you as something to get him off but you know that he's watching and tease him a bit driving him crazy.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I'd say he's average size 5 to 6 inches but he is thick so yeah.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
With him being well dead he has nothing to do and a teenager is sex drive is high. So yeah a strong libido
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn't really sleep anymore so he'll talk to you till you fall asleep in his arms then just revel in your beauty then maybe he would try and sleep.
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i need a nozel version of that fuegoleon one😏😏😏😏
as you wish, bae~
papa!nozel x mama!reader
mdni
you cried as you hid yourself on your husband's neck. tears pricked your eyes as his thick length dragged through your slick walls.
"n-nozel... gentle please..", you blabbed. your lover pulled his upper body from you to have a proper look on your face.
your tears were streaming down your face, drool on the side of your lip as your mouth was hung open and the faint tint of blush on your cheek.
such a sight to hold, but nozel stopped on his relentless thrusts as he saw you.
"did i hurt you?", he held your other arm that is draped across his nape and pressed his cheek onto your palm. "i'm so sorry, dear... you look so good swollen with my child, i can't help myself..."
"no, nozel... it's just t-that...", you sniffled. "i might go crazy on your c-cock..."
nozel blinked at you, and slowly plastered a sly grin across his soft features.
"you're so cute..", he pecked at your lips and started to thrust once again, but this time, it was much gentler, he's treating you as fragile as a gem.
you mewled and squirmed under him.
he let go of your hand and slid his palm on the bulge forming on your tummy.
"you look so good like this... please let me breed you, my l-love... mhn..", he groaned.
"agh! mhn..", you can't even form a single word as you got cock-drunk.
nozel leaned on you and put one of your bouncing bud in his mouth.
that made you sensitive even more.
nozel inmediately tasted the creamy milk from your breast and started to go feral once again.
it was too much to bare but you didn't complain, you were too lost in the pleasure.
"f-fuck... this is mine for now, y/n..", he groaned and continued milking your lactating breast again.
you squirmed more under him, orgasm forcing its way out of you.
"ah! i-i'm gonna..!", you bit your lip.
"come with me..", nozel uttered. his thrust became sloppy as he spurted his semen inside you, painting your insides white.
he pulled out and watched in amusement as his cum gushed out from your twitching cunt.
you breathed heavily as your body relaxed on the comfort of your sheets.
"i'm sorry for being rough, dear...", nozel kissed your forehead. "s'okay..", you mumbled.
he handed you a glass of water and you gladly drank it.
"i love you, nozel.", you smiled at him sleepily.
"i love you the most, y/n. rest up-"
"put it inside, please.", you mumbled with your eyes closed.
"what?", nozel whispered teasingly. "you want me to cockwarm you?"
"mhm.."
he plopped himself behind you and kissed your head, as he pushed his length inside you.
you moaned and gently relaxed.
"night night, noze..l..", then you were dead-asleep.
nozel had a small smile across his face, as his hand slid down to your heavy bulge.
"i love you so much..."
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SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite
Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character
chapter one - - chapter two - - chapter three
fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.
chapter word count; 10,529
chapter notes; second half of episode one. stiles and amber fall down a rabbit hole of supernatural research and are forced to keep an eye on scott from a distance when he refuses to believe their crazy suspicions. amber's gets a little talking to from her older brother regarding her relationship with stiles.
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wolf moon pt.2
After tryouts, Amber said goodbye to Allison and Lydia before she made her way down the bleachers toward where Stiles and Scott were already talking, the boys putting away their lacrosse gear, shoving items into their respective duffle bags.
"Scott!" She called excitedly as she approached, throwing her arms around his bulky padding and giving him a squeeze, "That was insane!"
Scott shrugged with a grin.
"Yeah, Scott is a lacrosse God," Stiles' voice was filled with bitter sarcasm. His eyes narrowed at the way Amber was wrapped around their friend and jealousy caused him to sound significantly less excited than he had when he'd been loudly cheering Scott on during the practice, "And don't go giving him too much love, because now he wants us to hike back through the woods to find his inhaler."
"What?" She groaned and released Scott from her hold, "Don't you have a spare?"
"No," Scott said as they began walking back to the school so the two boys could shower and change in the locker rooms, "Which means we need to find it."
Amber reluctantly made her way into the parking lot while they went to get changed, unlocking Stiles' Jeep with the keys she still had in her possession. She slid into her usual spot at the center of the bench seat, avoiding the gear shift that jutted up from the floor between her knees.
When the two boys joined her at the vehicle a few minutes later, Stiles tossed their lacrosse gear into the back seat with Amber's backpack while Scott hooked his bicycle onto the back of the vehicle. Stiles moving to settle behind the wheel while Scott slid into the vacant passenger seat. Stiles shot Amber a small smile as he started the engine, pressing their thighs together.
Though the Jeep was always cramped when they rode together like this — with so much stuff shoved in the back that all three of them opted to squeeze together into the front — Amber secretly loved it. She positioned herself a few inches closer to Stiles on the bench seat, and the warmth of his thigh where it pressed against hers was heaven.
Normally, when Stiles drove, his right hand bounced back and forth restlessly between using the gear shift and having both of his hands on the steering wheel, but when Amber was sandwiched between them in the front, he always chose instead to rest his forearm over her leg, his fingers glued to the lever.
Amber reveled in the feeling.
Stiles parked the Jeep in the same spot as the night before and they all filed out, making their way to the tree line.
Amber was grateful for the daylight this time around. Walking made easier without the fear of tripping over something that she couldn't see, though she did find herself missing the warmth of Stiles' guiding hand at the bottom of her spine.
They reached a small stream and Scott stomped straight into it, plunging his feet into the ankle-deep cold water as he spoke, "I don't- I don't know what it was." He said, kicking up water as he splashed across.
Amber had paused when they reached the edge of the waterline, hesitating as she looked for a rock to step on while she crossed. Stiles came to a stop in front of her and he squatted down, jerking his head in a silent prompt for her to jump up onto his back.
"-It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott continued as Stiles piggy-backed Amber across the stream of water.
Amber squeezed Stiles' shoulder, roughly tilting his head to the left and planting a sloppy kiss in the short hair on the side of his head in thanks as she dropped back down to the ground.
"And that's not the only weird thing," Scott spoke again, "I-I can.. Hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."
"Smell things?" Amber laughed, bumping her shoulder playfully against Scott's as she caught up to him.
"Smell things?" Stiles chuckled, "Like what?"
"Like-like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."
Scott turned to face Stiles and Amber as the former began to search the pockets of his jacket. Amber eyed the gray zip up he was wearing underneath his open jacket thoughtfully and she reached inside, her own hand digging into the left pocket of his sweatshirt.
"I don't even have any mint mojito-" Stiles cut off when Amber's hand re-emerged with a small stick of gum pinched between her fingers, his eyes squinted in disbelief. He grabbed it from Amber's hand, tucking it back into his pocket before speaking again, "So, all this started with a bite."
They began moving through the trees again as Scott worried, "What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"
"Then we should probably be at the hospital and not hiking through the stupid preserve." Amber muttered just loud enough for the both of them to hear her.
"You know what?" Stiles said, "I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."
"Are you serious?" Scott asked, coming to a stop with a dead expression.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called.. Lycanthropy." Stiles explained.
Amber snorted.
"What's that?" Scott asked, "Is it bad?"
"Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month." Stiles supplied.
"Once a month?" Scott's face was filled with confusion.
Amber hated that she was finding entertainment in her friend's pain and she tried to hide her smile by turning her face into Stiles' shoulder.
"Mhm," Stiles hummed, hand coming up to rest on her back. Her face was still smooshed into his jacket as she tried to smother her laughter, "On the night of the full moon."
There were a few seconds of silence before Stiles howled like a dog quietly.
Scott shoved Stiles in the chest, causing both he and Amber to stumble back a few steps. Stiles laughed as they regained their footing, his arm coming up to rest over her shoulders as they followed after Scott.
"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles announced defensively.
"Hey! There could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott said in distress, looking at his friends with a worried frown.
"I know!" Stiles exclaimed, "You're a werewolf! Grr!"
Amber threw her head back and laughed, head falling into the crook of Stiles' arm and nearly losing her footing over a fallen branch in the process.
"Okay," Stiles finally acquiesced after a moment, "I'm obviously kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt down all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon."
"Maybe it wasn't a wolf," Amber pondered, causing both boys to look at her curiously as they walked, "Maybe it was actually a vampire. Y'know? And heard a wolf howling because they were fighting over territory, like in Twilight and now, you're turning into a vampire.. Sans sparkles, obviously. Because that's stupid."
Stiles snorted in amusement next to her, squeezing her shoulder, but Scott looked unimpressed with the turn in conversation.
They finally slowed to a stop and Scott spun in a slow circle, looking at the ground around them in confusion.
"I-I-I could've sworn this was it. I saw the body. The deer came running. I dropped my inhaler."
Amber looked at the trees around them slowly, trying to find anything familiar about the spot where they were standing, but it looked exactly the same to her as the rest of the preserve.
"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles questioned with a shrug.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks." Scott said, kneeling down to feel for it in the leaves.
Stiles suddenly jumped, smacking Scott in the shoulder to get his attention and tightening his arm nervously around Amber's shoulders.
The three teens looked up to see a guy with dark hair, wearing a leather jacket, standing fifty feet away and silently watching them with a stormy expression. Once their attention was focused on him, the stranger began stomping toward them through the leaves.
"What are you doing here? Huh?" He called out, the slight familiarity of his voice startling Amber, "This is private property." He focused on Amber as he repeated the words from the night before and suddenly, she recognized him.
"Uh, sorry, man. We didn't know." Stiles said nervously, stepping back a few inches and pulling Amber with him.
"Yeah, we were just looking for something but-" Scott paused when the stranger raised his eyebrows, unimpressed by the excuse, "Uh, forget it."
The boy in the leather jacket pulled something from his pocket and tossed it straight into Scott's hand, they all looked down to see the inhaler they'd come for.
"How's your head?" The stranger asked in a gentler voice, looking straight at Amber where she was still tucked tightly underneath Stiles' arm.
"Yeah, good, all good." She smiled at him, "Thank you. Seriously."
He nodded silently, glaring between the two boys once more before he turned and stalked back off into the distance without another word.
Amber tore her eyes from his retreating form to look up at Stiles beside her. His mouth was hanging open in disbelief as he squinted at the boy in the distance in both shock and confusion.
"Aright," Scott broke the silence, "C'mon, I gotta get to work."
"Dude!" Stiles squeaked, releasing Amber and stepping back to look at her incredulously, "That was Derek Hale! Why is Derek Hale worried about your head?"
"I passed out for a few minutes after Scott got bit. He woke me up to see if I was okay and he helped me back out to the main road."
"He-"
Scott interrupted whatever Stiles was going to say, "Who's Derek Hale?"
"I-," Stiles paused, not wanting to change the direction of the conversation but giving in, "He's only like a few years older than us. Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?" Amber asked.
"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."
Amber gasped quietly. She did remember.
"Stiles, it was six years ago. We were in fifth grade. Don't you remember Cora? She was a year behind us?" She questioned sadly, remembering the little girl who had passed away.
They'd had an assembly in the elementary school gymnasium the following week on fire safety. To say it had been morbid would be an understatement.
Amber still remembered Jason coming home from school, seventeen and heartbroken for the Sophomore on his basketball team whose whole family had died in a house fire. He'd decided that night on his career path of becoming a firefighter, hoping he could one day be a part of preventing such loss.
The three friends stood silently for a minute, all of them reeling at the influx of information to their brains.
"I wonder what he's doing back.." Scott thought aloud.
Stiles scoffed and shook his head, wordlessly grabbing a hold of Amber's wrist and pulling her along as he started walking in the direction they'd parked the Jeep, calling out to Scott over his shoulder.
"Come on."
When Scott climbed out of the Jeep at the animal clinic, Amber remained seated in the center of the vehicle and prayed Stiles wouldn't mention the now-vacant passenger seat. When she remained in place after a moment, he returned his hand to the gear shift and backed out of the parking spot.
They were only just pulling out of the lot and back onto the road when Stiles' resolve seemed to crack, forcing out the words that had been eating at him for the past twenty minutes.
"So, Derek Hale, huh? What's up with that?" He questioned innocently, eyes flicking over to look at her before they returned to the road.
"What do you mean?"
"What do I-" Stiles spluttered, looking at her with his mouth agape before starting again, "I mean what's up with you being approached by a strange man alone in the woods and just.. Not mentioning it?"
"I'd hardly say he's a man," Amber started, skirting the question, "I mean, what is he? Twenty-one? Up until a few months ago the only thing he could do that we can't is, like, vote."
Stiles' turned his head away from the road for only a moment to look at her, his eye twitching in irritation and disbelief.
"Okay, okay!" She continued quickly, "Don't look at me like that, alright? I don't know. I don't know why I didn't say anything. I mean, yesterday was kind of mildly traumatic event after mildly traumatic event for me, and I guess a nice stranger checking to see if I'm dead and then making sure I didn't get lost in the woods, didn't exactly feel like one of them."
"Yeah, alright," Stiles said reluctantly, putting his hand on her left knee and squeezing for a second before his hand retreated, "But in the future could you just, for the love of god, let me know when creepy weirdos get you all alone?"
"Sure thing." Amber smiled brightly, patting his thigh.
As the lunchroom emptied out two days later, Amber rushed to get to Lydia and Allison before they dispersed. She kept her eyes glued to their brunette and strawberry blonde heads as she moved through the crowd to the front of the cafeteria.
Scott had plucked up the courage to talk to Allison the night before at the animal clinic, and he'd asked her to go with him to the big lacrosse party on Friday. The new girl had seemed reluctant to attend the party when it had been mentioned on Monday, but according to all of Scott's gushing at lunch, she'd agreed to the date.
"Lyds! Allison! Hold up!" Amber called out from a few feet behind them.
The two girls paused in front of an empty row of lockers, allowing Amber to catch up with them.
"Hey, Amber." Allison smiled.
"Hi." Amber breathed, happy to have caught them for a minute.
"You know," Lydia spoke, "If you wanted time to talk to us, you could always sit with us at lunch instead of Thing One and Thing Two."
"If I did that, I wouldn't be able to steal a chicken finger from one of them for my salad," Amber laughed honestly, "I mean, seriously. When was the last time you ate something deep fried in public, Lyds? When we were twelve?"
During their Freshman year, Amber had been ordering a salad at lunch for a week. She always picked at it sadly, until Stiles had offered up one of Scott's chicken tenders and insisted she cut it up for her greens. He'd come up with the brilliant idea to get his dad to simply eat salad and insisted that it would change her life. It had. She'd stolen a piece of chicken from one of their trays every day since.
Lydia pursed her lips, likely because she knew that Amber's comment about fried food was true, and Allison laughed at the two of them quietly.
"Anyway, that's so not what I wanted to talk about," Amber attempted to steer the conversation back on track, "I hear someone has a date with Scott on Friday."
The grin on Amber's face was infectious and Allison blushed, glancing between the two girls beside her and playing nervously with her fingers, "Yeah, kind of, I mean, we're going to the party together."
"It's definitely a date," Lydia stated, "And if it doesn't work out, I totally reserve the right to set you up with one of Jackson's friends on the lacrosse team."
"Scott is on the lacrosse team." Amber pointed out incredulously.
"One of the more," Lydia paused, "Mature, guys on the lacrosse team. Maybe a senior."
Amber rolled her eyes at her friend and returned all of her attention to the darker-haired girl.
"Are you excited?" She asked her with a coy smile.
Allison blushed further, unsure what to say and slightly worried that whatever she said would be relayed back to Scott. Not wanting to embarrass herself, she paused.
"-Because Scott is totally excited. It's pretty much all he talked about at lunch. I thought Stiles might stab him with his fork to shut him up." Amber continued with a laugh.
"Oh," Allison's smile widened, "Yeah, I.. I'm excited."
"Did you ever decide if you'll grace us with your presence at the party?" Lydia questioned, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she raised her eyebrows at Amber.
"I'm not sure," Amber answered honestly.
She wasn't a fan of parties. Scott and Stiles were hardly ever invited and being surrounded by all those people without them tended to make her anxiety flare up.
Lydia gave her a look like she was about to say something, but Amber interrupted-
"You'd hardly even miss me anyway," Amber commented, "Don't pretend for one second that you won't be glued to Jackson's face the whole time."
"Fine," Lydia settled, "But I really would like to see you there, even if it's only in passing. You desperately need to socialize outside of the weird little threesome you have going on with Scott and Miles."
"It's Stiles," Amber sighed. It didn't matter how many times she corrected Lydia over the years, the name inevitably went in one ear and straight out the other, "I'll honestly think about it, though. Okay?"
Lydia smiled in satisfaction and nodded. The dismissal from the redhead effectively ended the conversation and the three girls dispersed, heading to their lockers as the first warning bell rang out through the halls.
Stiles' room was a mess.
When Stiles had been driving her home after lacrosse practice on Thursday, he'd been on a tangent that Amber could barely follow, but she'd gotten the gist of it-
Werewolves. Again.
While Amber wasn't entirely sure what had suddenly put her best friend in a mindset that had him researching mythical creatures to the point of near-obsession, she knew him well enough to know that he'd be better taken care of if she stayed, versus if she left him to his own devices.
She'd nodded off once around dinner time, her face pillowed on her arms over the top of an article she'd been looking over, ten pages of folklore that Stiles had printed out, telling the story of a werewolf who'd eaten his entire village, starting with his own family.
The research had started as soon as they'd gotten home from lacrosse practice, and Stiles had insisted they kept at it all night.
At an hour to midnight, when Stiles still hadn't eaten dinner, Amber had gone downstairs to make him a turkey sandwich, returning and shoving one half of it between his unsuspecting lips. He distractedly chewed the bite of food in his mouth, moving to set the sandwich back on the plate she'd set beside of the old, leather bound book he was taking notes from.
"Where did you even get that book?" Amber asked, picking the sandwich up again to shove another bite of it into his mouth.
"Went to the library while you were napping." Stiles mumbled around the bread as he chewed.
Amber ran her hand softly across the smooth cut of his hair a few times, leaning in to read over his shoulder and feeding him bites every few minutes.
When the sandwich was gone, only a few scattered crumbs remaining on the plate, Amber leaned down to wrap her arms around Stiles' chest and rested her chin on top of his head. For a minute, she just watched him jot down notes as he read. The way he moved when he got like this was honestly mesmerizing and she found herself distracted by the way his fingertip traced along the words on the page for a minute before she realized she'd been hovering. She tightened her arms around him in a quick hug before turning away to face the messy room.
She moved to sit criss-cross on the floor, collecting some of the papers littering the floorboards. She skimmed through the articles before placing them in different piles, attempting to create some sort of organization.
By midnight, the room had dozens of books cracked open and laid out across the bed, the floor, and Stiles' desk. He'd printed out over thirty pages of information he'd found from various websites — Amber knew it was at least that much because she'd been the one to refill the paper all three times that the printer had been empty.
Having texted her brother to let him know of her sleepover plans that evening, Amber eventually nodded off at three in the morning, her face buried in a pile of loose papers and books on Stiles' bed.
She woke when Stiles' alarm for school went off, crawling out of bed and barely managing to pull Stiles away from his laptop with enough time for them both to shower and rush to school on time for first period.
With not even enough time to swing by her house, Amber had been forced to make do with what she could quickly scrounge from Stiles' wardrobe, and she'd pulled a small pair of Stiles' briefs that he'd conjured from the depths of his underwear drawer, re-wearing her jeans from the day before along with a pullover lacrosse hoodie he likely hadn't worn since middle school.
Despite the clothing predicament, Amber was glad she'd stayed with Stiles, and when they didn't have time to eat breakfast, she was grateful for the sandwich she'd managed to shove into Stiles' mouth at eleven o'clock the night before.
On Friday afternoon Amber rounded the corner, pulling her backpack on over her jacket. She was ready to head out to the lacrosse field to watch the team's practice scrimmage when she heard Scott yelling.
At the far end of the hall, Jackson was saying something quietly to Scott where he had her friend pressed against his own locker. Jackson punched the metal door over Scott's shoulder before turning and storming away.
"Scott!" She called down the hall, running to catch up to him, "What was that? Were you just yelling at Jackson?"
"Sort of." He said, slowing to walk with her.
She raised her eyebrows in question, urging him to continue.
"He thinks I'm on steroids," He stated, "Wanted me to tell him where I got them and, I just, I can't deal with this right now! I woke up in the middle of the preserve this morning and had to run all the way home, and I'm pretty sure I seriously saw a wolf out there this time."
"Jesus.." Amber breathed looking up at her friend as they pushed the door open and headed outside into the cold air, "Maybe there really is a wolf."
"Y'think!?" Scott snapped.
Amber flinched, stuffing her hands into her pockets and taking a small step away from him as they approached the player's bench. She watched him huff under his breath as he pulled his helmet out of his sport bag.
"Scott!" Stiles' shrill screech cut through the cold air behind them, "Scott, Wait up!" He placed a hand on Amber's shoulder as he came to a stop. His cheeks were bright pink from exertion and he took a few deep breaths, resting some of his weight on the shoulder of the girl beside him.
"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?"
"Just hold on, okay?" Stiles panted, "I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"
"Stiles, I gotta go." Scott dismissed, turning away from his friends and stepping toward the field.
Stiles moved to chase after him, Amber following close behind, "W- No! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!" He called after him, but Scott was gone. Stiles sighed at his friend's back, turning to face Amber, "It was a wolf."
"It was a wolf?" She repeated with wide eyes.
"Yeah, a wolf."
Stiles shook his head before walking out onto the field where all of the players were forming a circle around Coach Finstock. The coach gave some sort of speech, but Amber could only really make out the end-
"Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on!"
The team cheered loudly before dispersing and Stiles walked back off the field toward her, Amber immediately flocking to his side.
"So, what does this mean? Scott really was bitten by a wolf?"
"I-" Stiles sighed again, moving to sit on the team bench, "I don't know, maybe."
She took a seat beside him and they watched the scrimmage start, players running and passing the ball down the field in a fast-paced game.
Scott got possession of the ball and his friends watched in awe as he barreled down the field toward two larger players on the team, launching himself over six feet in the air to jump up over them. He did a flip before landing smoothly behind the player's backs. Scott threw the ball at the goal and it sailed through the goalie's legs and into the back net.
"Wh-" Stiles started under his breath, shaking his head in astonishment.
The other players on the team crowded around Scott, whooping and hollering while the spectators on the bleachers cheered loudly.
"Okay.. So what if it was a wolf?" Amber questioned, "Why is that worse than it being, I don't know, a bear?"
"Because, okay? That lycaon joke I made the other day? I'm not so sure it's a joke anymore." He said quietly, and Amber found herself thinking about all of the werewolf stories he'd made her read through the night before.
"McCall!" Coach yelled from the sidelines, "Get over here!"
Scott ran to the side of the field, coming to a stop in front of Coach, only a few feet away from where Stiles and Amber were sitting.
"What in God's name was that?" Finstock yelled, "This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"
"No, Coach."
"What the hell was that?"
"I-I don't know. Just trying to make the shot." Scott said quietly.
"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what?" Coach said loudly, "You're startin', buddy," Scott received a slap on the cheek from the older man, "You made first line."
Amber gripped onto the material of Stiles' practice jersey as they watched the rest of the scrimmage pass in a blur of Scott running around, being the best player out on the field by a mile.
Stiles collected his things quickly when the final whistle blew and he grabbed Amber's hand, dragging her away in the direction of the parking lot.
"Aren't you going to get changed?"
"No time," Stiles said, pulling her faster until they were practically jogging to where the Jeep was parked, "We need to research.. More. So, so much more research."
They got to the vehicle and Stiles threw open the door, tossing his things in the back seat and pulling his shoulder padding over his head before throwing that in the back as well. He climbed behind the wheel and was starting the engine before Amber had even closed the passenger side door.
"More research on-" She started, buckling quickly as Stiles peeled out of the parking lot and finished the sentence for her.
"Werewolves."
A violent knocking on the closed bedroom door startled them both a few hours later, Stiles nearly falling out of his chair and Amber giving herself a deep paper cut.
Stiles closed his laptop firmly, concealing the website he'd been on. He looked over at where Amber was sitting on the floor and they gave each other nervous smiles before Stiles approached the door and he took a deep breath before he opened it to reveal Scott standing on the other side.
"Get in," Stiles urged, leaving the door open for Scott to follow, "You gotta see this thing. We've been up all night reading.. Websites, books. All this information."
Stiles flailed his arms as he spoke, heading back to his desk to search for something he wanted to show Scott.
"How much Adderall has he had today?" Scott laughed, glancing at Amber on the floor.
"A lot?" Stiles responded, finally finding the paper he wanted in the pile on the corner of his desk, "It doesn't matter, okay. Just listen."
Scott threw his backpack on the bed and sat down beside it and Amber moved to sit across from him.
"Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asked.
"No, they're still questioning people." Amber answered.
"Yeah, even Derek Hale." Stiles announced, looking between the two of them and rolling his chair closer to the bed.
"Oh! The guy from the woods that we saw the other day."
"Yeah. Yes. But that's not it, okay?"
The paper Stiles was holding was flapping loudly with every movement of his hands. He looked nervous, but also like he was going to burst at any moment.
"What, then?" Scott laughed, looking between the two of them.
"Remember that joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf. The bite in the woods.. We started doing all this reading-" Stiles said, jumping out of his seat and shaking the piece of paper, "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"
"Should I?" Scott asked in confusion.
"To signal it's location to the rest of the pack, Scott." Amber finally spoke. She had a sick churning feeling in her gut, nervous that their friend wasn't going to take this well, that maybe he'd think they were poking fun at him again.
"Yeah, it's a signal. So if you heard a wolf howling, i-it, that means others could've been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them." Stiles finished.
"A.. Whole pack of wolves?" Scott questioned in surprise.
"No." Stiles winced, "Werewolves."
Amber flinched at the lack of subtlety in Stiles' words, scrunching up her face as the room grew silent.
Scott stood from the bed abruptly and Amber followed suit, stepping up behind him.
"Are you guys seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott huffed in annoyance at his friends, grabbing his book bag from the floor and moving to leave, "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."
Amber reached forward to rest a hand on Scott's forearm and Stiles put a hand against his friend's chest in an attempt to keep him in place.
"We saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible." Stiles critiqued.
Scott shook his head before glancing briefly at Amber behind him, "Yeah? So I made a good shot."
Stiles grabbed Scott's bag from his hands and threw it back behind them to land on the bed.
"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean.. The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight," Stiles defended, "And there's the vision and the senses-"
"Scott, do you think we didn't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore-" Amber cut in.
"Okay! Guys, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Tomorrow!" Stiles yelled in disbelief, eyes bouncing between his two best friends, "What? No! The full moon is tonight! Don't you get it?"
"What are you both trying to do?" Scott yelled back, looking between them, "I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it!"
Stiles flopped back into his desk chair to shuffle frantically through another stack of papers and Amber flexed her fingers around Scott's arm, rubbing her thumb over his sweatshirt in what she hoped was a soothing motion.
"We're trying to help," Stiles said before continuing quietly, "You're cursed, Scott. Y'know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at it's peak."
"Bloodlust?" Scott questioned blankly. He raised his eyebrows at Amber and when she nodded while nervously chewing on her bottom lip, he turned back to face Stiles.
"Yeah, your urge to kill." Stiles explained, looking away before bringing his eyes back to where Scott stood over him.
"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles." Scott's voice was deep with his irritation.
Stiles spun around in his chair, dropping the papers back into a pile and picking up the book that he'd been reading earlier.
"You gotta hear this, 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.'" Stiles read aloud, raising his voice and moving to stand back up in front of them, "All right? I haven't seen anything raise your pulse like Allison does."
"You seriously have to cancel this date." Amber added, squeezing her grip on Scott's arm softly.
Stiles moved past them and began to dig through the backpack that he had thrown onto his bed, "I'm gonna call her right now." He pulled Scott's phone from the front pocket.
"What are you doing?" Scott questioned.
"I'm canceling the date!" Stiles explained quickly, fiddling with the phone as he moved back toward his desk.
"No! Give it to me!" Scott growled, shoving Amber behind him where she stumbled and bumped into the bed but somehow managed to not fall on her ass.
In a blink, Scott had rushed forward to slam Stiles against the wall beside the desk and a loud thump echoed in the small room from the impact. He had one hand tight around the collar of his friend's shirt and the other was pulled back into a fist as he prepared to punch his best friend.
"Scott!" Amber yelled, her body moving toward the boys before her brain even had a chance to process what she was doing. She stopped half a step behind Scott, prepared to grab him if he made another move toward hitting Stiles. Her hands trembled as she watched Stiles take a shaky breath.
Scott suddenly yelled out in rage, and Amber flinched. He released his grip on Stiles and threw the desk chair beside him to the floor. He continued to look at the fallen chair, breathing heavily for a moment, before he looked back up at Stiles and seemed to deflate as the realization of what just happened sunk in.
"I'm sorry," Scott apologized quietly, "I-I gotta go get ready for that party."
He slowly turned to face Amber where she was already looking at him with wide eyes, her hands still shaking.
Stiles still hadn't moved from where he was standing pressed against the wall, taking in choppy breaths and refusing to look at Scott, focused instead on some fixed point at the far end of the room.
"I'm sorry." Scott said again in a near-whisper, before he grabbed his bag from behind Amber and ran from the room.
Once Scott was gone, Stiles took in a deeper, heavy breath and knocked his head back against the wall once with a loud thump.
Amber approached him slowly, reaching forward and grabbing his fingertips, pulling his hands into her own shaking ones to tug him gently away from the wall.
"Are you okay?" Amber asked softly, waiting for Stiles to look at her instead of the wall over her shoulder. When she didn't get a response after a few seconds, she slowly trailed her hands up his arms. Her fingers softly moved from his biceps, over the tops of his shoulders and neck before coming to rest them on his jaw, her thumbs rubbing at his flushed cheeks, "Stiles?"
His eyes finally flickered to life before connecting with her own and he let out a deep breath that seemed to break the dam. Suddenly his hands were on her, one gripping her hip while the other came up to rest on her shoulder, guiding her back a step further as his brown eyes flicked back and forth between her hazel ones.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a rush, "Did he hurt you?"
"Me?" Amber's voice cracked, "Stiles he shoved you against the wall so hard I thought you might've broken something. Are you okay?"
Stiles seemed to genuinely think it over before he answered, "I'm fine."
He squeezed her hip once, his thumb pressing into her skin where his fingers had slipped underneath the sweatshirt she was wearing. He moved away after a few steadying breaths, moving to right his desk chair from where it had been knocked to the floor.
"Uh, Am?" Stiles said quietly, spinning the chair around to reveal the back.
There were three long claw marks torn into the fabric.
Amber sat anxiously on the edge of the couch in the Stilinski's living room and waited as Stiles changed his clothes for the party. The bouncing of her leg and the chewing of her lower lip both a result of stress as she waited for her best friend.
When Stiles finally emerged from his room after five long minutes, he had changed into a soft, faded red button down shirt and Amber blinked, stunned for a moment at the sight of how sharp and handsome he looked as he stepped into the front room.
It took only a moment for Amber to get a hold of herself and they wasted no time before they rushed toward the front door together, Stiles' keys jangling loudly as they made their way to the Jeep. She trailed half a step behind him and she caught a whiff of cologne that he'd taken the time to apply in his rush to get ready. The smell of it made her stomach swoop with butterflies despite the worry for Scott that weighed on their minds.
The two of them sped across town to Amber's house so that she could change her own clothes and she tore out of the vehicle and rushed inside before Stiles had even parked the Jeep.
She quickly pulled on a short, black skirt with an off the shoulder knit sweater that stretched loosely to reveal her collar bones. Her hair fell in its natural wavy pattern and she attempted to detangle it with her fingers before rushing through the heavier makeup routine she would normally save for a party. Her boots were tugged onto her feet while she stumbled to the bathroom to spray herself with perfume.
When she was finished she rushed back outside, fingers flying across her phone screen to send a text to her brother, giving him a loose-approximation of her plans for the evening while leaving out the specifics about Scott's werewolf problems.
"I'm here! I'm here," Amber panted as she climbed back into the waiting vehicle, "Sorry. I got ready as fast as I could." She buckled her seatbelt while she spoke, but when the Jeep remained both parked and silent until she was finished, seatbelt locked into place, she looked up at the driver with a frown.
Stiles had a look on his face that Amber couldn't identify. His gaze flicked over her face first, but then it dropped to her chest, his eyes flicking down to her bare legs before they slowly trailed back up again.
"What? What? Why aren't we leaving?" Amber asked, heart still beating hard beneath her ribs from running around the house and then back outside again.
"Huh?" Stiles asked dumbly.
"Why aren't we leaving? Scott and Allison will be at the party any minute." She got out the words between heavy breaths, searching her friend's unfocused eyes like she might find some clue there as to what he was thinking, "Stiles!"
Stiles blinked once before his eyes rounded out. He flinched and the hand he had resting on the edge of the window jerked out toward the steering wheel, missing and accidentally punching the metal dashboard behind it.
"Ow! Shit."
"Stiles?" She asked worriedly, wincing as she watched him shake out his sore knuckles.
"Sorry, yeah," Stiles said as he righted himself, "We're leaving. Now." He quickly backed out of the driveway and headed in the direction of the house party.
"What just happened?" Amber questioned slowly after a moment. She still had one hand on the door handle and the other on her seat buckle, unmoved. The girl blinked in confusion, her eyes still glued to her friend's face as a flush rose to his mole-dotted cheeks in the dark.
"I just- I.. You look," He paused, "Nice."
It was Amber's turn to have her cheeks tinge a shade of pink, "Oh. I- Thanks." She smiled to herself, fiddling with the way her sweater fell over her shoulders.
The car was silent for a few minutes as they drove and Amber wasn't sure if the silence should feel awkward or not. She adjusted her skirt nervously on the seat as they got closer to their destination.
"You too." She said into the quiet after several minutes had passed.
Stiles turned his head to peer over at the girl beside him with his brows furrowed in confusion before his attention focused back on the road in front of them.
"You also, I mean.. You look nice, too." Amber clarified in a rush. She squeezed her hands into fists at her sides as soon as the words were out of her mouth, feeling supremely stupid.
"Oh- Thank you." Stiles said softly.
When she built up the courage to look over at him after a few seconds, she found a sweet smile on his face and she let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd even been holding.
It didn't take long before they reached a cluster of parked cars, lining the street just outside of a large house that belonged to one of the guys on the lacrosse team. Scott's mom's car didn't appear to have arrived yet and they both breathed a sigh of relief at the information.
"Okay. What's the plan?" Amber questioned, turning sideways in her seat to face Stiles as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
"Go to party. Keep an eye on Scott. Make sure he doesn't go werewolf and kill anybody." Stiles listed, counting out the objectives on his fingers as he went.
"That- That's it?"
"Why, what did you think we were gonna do?" Stiles asked as he climbed out of the vehicle.
"I don't know!" Amber said loudly, continuing in a whisper as a couple walked past them, "Kidnap him? Tie him up and lock him in the bathroom until the full moon is over?"
They walked up the driveway and the loud music that poured out of the house muffled their continued conversation from the teens that loitered outside.
"Ki- Kidnap him?" Stiles squeaked, "You thought we were going to kidnap our best friend from a crowded party?" He paused, looking her up and down as they reached the door, "And you still chose to wear a skirt?"
Amber's glare was piercing as she ducked under his outstretched arm where he was holding the front door open for her and she pinched the exposed strip of skin on his stomach where his shirt had risen as she passed him in retaliation.
"Ow." Stiles complained while he closed the door behind them.
There were teenagers filling up every inch of the house, spilling all the way out onto the backyard patio, dancing, drinking, and conversing loudly in an attempt to be heard over the music.
"And what, exactly, do we do if Scott does 'go wolf' and try to kill someone?" Amber questioned, pulling Stiles over to a spot just outside of the kitchen that had a good vantage point of the people coming in through front door.
"Let's deal with that problem when the time comes, shall we?"
Five minutes passed before Stiles pulled Amber's attention away from where she had become distracted by the beer pong tournament that was set up on what looked like an expensive wooden-dining table.
"Scott's here." Stiles announced.
She followed Stiles' gaze to where Scott and Allison were making their way through the house, headed in the direction of the open patio doors. Amber's hand was linked with his as he pulled her away from the kitchen and moved to follow after the couple.
The two friends claimed a spot just inside of the glass doors, where they could watch Scott even after he and Allison made it outside and into the throng of people who were crowded around the pool.
After a minute passed and Scott and Allison began dancing together, Amber settled her arms around Stiles' shoulders and hooked her fingers behind his neck, guiding him to start moving slightly to the pop music that rang out through the house.
"Wha-" Stiles started before Amber interrupted him.
"If Scott looks over here and sees us just standing around staring at him, he's gonna lose it.. Again."
"Yeah- Yeah, you're probably right." Stiles agreed, settling his hands lightly around her waist.
Amber maneuvered their bodies until she could see outside the patio doors over Stiles' shoulder, keeping a close eye on their friend where he was dancing with his date. As time passed, people moved through the packed room and bumped into them repeatedly, eventually pushing the two to stand so close that their chests pressed together while they danced.
Amber allowed herself only momentary glances to Stiles' face between bouts of watching their friend through the windows, worried that if she looked at the boy in front of her for too long, she would get distracted and lose track of Scott.
Later, when she was re-focussing her eyes outside after a brief moment spent staring at the golden flecks in Stiles' eyes as they flicked anxiously around the crowded room, she spotted Allison with her hands on Scott's chest as she looked at her date worriedly. Scott's eyes were pinched shut and he pulled away from her, moving to come back inside.
"Oh, no. He's coming back in and- He doesn't look great." Amber announced.
Stiles suddenly took a step away from her, keeping one hand on her hips and waving with the other as he looked to their friend rushing through the doorway, "Yo! Scott, you good?"
Scott stormed past them without a word and Amber and Stiles looked at one another with wide eyes.
"You go see what's up and I'll check with Allison real quick-" Amber urged.
"Good. Go." Stiles released her and pushed her gently in the direction of the back door before he dashed off to chase after Scott.
Allison stumbled through the doors as Amber went to go outside and they collided, both girls reaching out to steady the other.
"Did you see where Scott went?" Allison asked.
"Oh, yeah.. He- he had a really bad headache earlier and I think it's acting up again but I'm not sure-"
Allison had no interest in the rest of what Amber had to say, suddenly taking off in the direction of the front door where Amber was sure Scott and Stiles had been spotted exiting the house and Amber rushed to follow close behind her.
As the two girls approached the driveway, they both watched as Scott fumbled with his keys and threw himself inside of the McCall's small green car and quickly drove away from the party.
"Shit, Scott.." Amber mumbled, her eyes traveling to where Stiles had parked the Jeep only to find him already tearing off down the street after their friend, both of them becoming taillights in the distance.
"Why would he leave without telling me?" Allison asked, sounding hurt.
"I don't know, I.. His head must be really bugging him, Allison. I'm sorry." Amber apologized weakly.
"Amber," A familiar voice called out from behind them. Derek Hale stepped toward the two girls with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, "Allison, I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek."
"Oh, um, hi?" Allison spoke.
"Derek, hey, uh.. What are you doing here?"
"Scott. He asked if I could give you both a ride home as he was leaving." He gestured toward a sleek, black camaro parked at the end of the driveway.
"Um.." Allison hesitated, looking over at the girl standing next to her for assistance.
"Yeah, of course," Amber said, hoping that she sounded slightly more confident than she felt. She grabbed the other girl by the arm and pulled her along, "Thanks, Derek."
Derek politely opened the passenger door for them when they reached the car and Amber urged the other girl to get in first. Allison climbed over the seat and into the back, Amber following behind her and climbing into the front.
As Derek closed the door on them gently Allison nudged her, "Are you sure about this?" Allison asked, visibly nervous about willingly getting into the car of a strange older-guy.
"Yeah, it's okay. Derek's cool." Amber smiled, patting Allison's hand on the back of her seat reassuringly.
The smile slipped from Amber's face as soon as she was facing forward again and she took a deep breath. Being alone with Derek Hale once was one thing, but now he showed up at a high school party and was offering to give them a ride home? She couldn't deny the weirdness of it and if anything happened to Allison, she'd never recover from the guilt.
"I'll leave my coat on the floor under his seat," Allison said quickly, not waiting for a response, "That's how they always get caught in the crime shows."
Derek had rounded the car and climbed behind the wheel just by the time the girl in the backseat was moving to sit upright again, and he turned the key as soon as he slid into the driver's seat, the loud engine rumbled to life around them.
"Who first?" He asked with a charming smile, turning to look between the two younger girls.
Amber shot off a text to Stiles as they pulled away from the curb and headed in the direction of Allison's neighborhood.
derek was at party?? giving allison & me a ride home
Derek's radio was set to a station for eighties rock music and when a STYX song started playing softly through the speakers, the normalcy of it almost had Amber starting to relax into her seat.
Allison spouted out frequent directions for Derek to make turns as they drove. When they finally pulled up to Allison's large house, Amber had to move and stand outside of the vehicle to allow the other girl to crawl out from the backseat. Once the other girl was freed, Amber moved to climb back inside the car but Allison stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep over?" Allison asked loudly, "You could borrow something of mine, it's no big deal." Allison's eyes flicked back and forth distrustfully between her new friend and the dark-haired stranger who was sitting behind the wheel of the car.
"I'm sure," Amber insisted, grateful for Allison's quick-thinking brain but not taking her up on the offer for an escape, "Really."
"Okay." Allison said slowly, hesitating before she released Amber's arm and turned to head toward her house. She glanced back at the vehicle once and Amber waved, smiling brightly as she climbed into the car again.
Amber closed the passenger side door and re-buckled her seatbelt, tapping her fingers on her knees when Derek didn't immediately start driving again.
"She.." Derek chuckled quietly, "Did not like me."
"She was afraid you're a rapist-murderer." Amber quipped with a roll of her eyes.
"And you're not afraid?" He questioned.
Amber paused, genuinely thinking the question over before responding, but now that Allison was out of the equation of danger, she felt confusingly calm.
"No." She answered honestly after a quiet moment.
Derek was looking at her intently as she spoke, his brows furrowed in concentration before they rose in surprise, "You meant that." He said, but it wasn't a question.
Amber shrugged, "Yeah."
They looked at each other for a moment, Derek looking at her in bewilderment and Amber looking at him in scrutiny, like they were both a complicated puzzle that the other didn't understand.
Derek shook his head slowly and shifted the car back into drive before heading in the direction of her house without prompt.
"How do you know where I live?" Amber questioned, suddenly suspicious.
"Are your parents still in the same house as when Jason was in school?" He asked, eyes flicking over to the passenger side of the vehicle for a moment.
Amber's chest tightened at the mention of her parents, "My parents are dead." She said quietly, "But, yeah, my brother and I- We.. It's the same house."
"I'm sorry." Derek apologized, glancing at her again before turning his attention back to the road.
"It's okay, it-" Amber played with her fingers in her lap, "It's been four years, so."
The car was quiet for a few minutes aside from a Van Halen song that played quietly through the speakers.
"Can I ask how it happened?" Derek asked quietly.
"Car accident during a bad storm," Amber answered before changing the subject, "So, what brings you back to Beacon, anyway? Didn't you move to, like, New Hampshire or something in high school?"
"New York," Derek corrected.
"Oh! Yeah, it was you and your older sister, right? In New York. Did you guys have relatives out there or something?"
"You know, you ask an annoying amount of questions?" Derek said as they pulled up in front of her house.
Amber unbuckled her seatbelt with a self-conscious laugh before moving to open her door, "Right, sorry.. Anyway, thank you for the ride."
"Sure." Derek dismissed as he watched the girl climb out of the vehicle.
Amber closed the car door silently behind her and headed inside the house, unsure what exactly to make of her apparent trust for Derek Hale.
There was a light knock at the doorway to her bedroom before the door was pushed open fully. Amber's brother stood in the opening in his pajamas, his hair sticking up in all directions while he rubbed sleep from his eyes.
"Didn't you text me you were going to some party with Stiles?" Jason asked in a tired voice, glancing at the clock on her bedside table to confirm the time he'd seen on the clock in his own room — It was only nine-thirty.
Amber was sitting in the middle of her bed in leggings and one of her brother's old crewneck sweatshirts with her laptop in front of her, trying to find a specific forum that she remembered reading the night before about bitten werewolves which, looking back on it, seemed semi-credible. It was just bizarre enough that it could've been the real deal.
"Yeah, um.. Wasn't in the party mood, I guess. I got a ride home with another friend." Amber explained, satisfied that it was mostly the truth.
"Did the two of you, like," Jason paused, scratching his fingers through his hair, "Have a fight, or something?"
"What?" Amber asked in surprise, "No. No, me and Stiles are fine. We're good."
Her brother nodded, brows furrowed in thought as he leaned slightly onto the doorframe, "So," He started slowly, "You and Stiles. You're still, uh, still just friends, right?"
"I- Huh?" Amber asked dumbly, "Of course we're friends. Why would you ask that?"
"And it's none of that, y'know, friends with benefits stuff?"
"Bene- No!" Amber denied quickly, eyes wide as a warm flush rose on her cheeks, "There are no benefits going on between me and Stiles."
"It's just, you've slept at the Stilinski house twice this week. On school-nights.. Which, okay, isn't technically out of the ordinary. But, you haven't mentioned Scott being there and-" Her brother sighed like just having the conversation was draining him, "Look, I wouldn't be a very good guardian if I didn't check in, right? So.. You swear there's no funny business happening?"
"Nothing funny," Amber promised, "And I see that look on your face. No. We really, really don't need to have another sex talk. The first one is still plenty fresh in my mind."
"Alright, alright," He conceded, "But if anything changes, I want you to be honest with me, okay? I'd rather know you're doing it and being safe than not know at-"
"Agh! Jason, seriously-" Amber pleaded in embarrassment.
"-And I know you're on the pill now, but that doesn't mean that you don't still need to use protection-"
"I hear you! Oh my god. I hear you, and I love you, but Stiles and I have not been having sex. No one and I have been having sex. And I swear to you, if I do have sex, we will use a condom. Okay?"
Jason swallowed, "Okay."
"Okay," Amber repeated, exhaling sharply. She leaned back onto her hands and took a few deep breaths before looking at the tiny clock in the corner of her laptop screen, "When did you get off?"
"Eight," Jason told her, "Twelve hours off and I'm due back to the station again at eight."
"You should get some sleep, then. Sorry if I woke you when I got home."
"It's fine," Her brother smiled at her with tired eyes. He moved like he was about to leave, one hand around the knob and the other flat against the door jamb. He paused and drummed his fingers against the wood a few times, "Goodnight, punk. I love you."
"Love you, too." Amber smiled, watching as he finally retreated down the hallway to his own room.
After twenty minutes, Amber still couldn't find the exact forum that she had been looking for, but she did happen across one that discussed the rarity of born-werewolves that were able to transform into their full-bodied, wolfy counterpart.
She thought about the wolf that Scott was convinced he'd seen in the woods the night before, and the animal hairs that forensics had found on the dead body, and the all-too animalistic howl that they'd heard the night this had all started.
Amber printed off a copy of the thread for Stiles and was stapling the pages together when she realized she hadn't heard from him since he'd left the party to find Scott. He'd never even responded to the text she'd sent to let him know Derek was dropping her off at home.
The girl clicked the power button on her phone a couple of times, frowning when the screen remained black. She hadn't been able to charge it the night before at Stiles' house, so it must have died at some point during the last half hour, after she had sent the text to Stiles in the car.
She fumbled to get it plugged into the charger beside the bed, hoping to receive an update about Scott.
Just as the phone was booting up again, there was a loud, frantic knocking from the front door downstairs. Amber tripped as she rushed down the staircase, unlocking the door and pulling it open it to reveal Stiles with one arm braced on the door, he tumbled inside without the support of the door and he scrambled as he righted himself.
"Dude, my brother is sleeping!" Amber hissed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Did something happen? Are you okay? Is Scott?"
"Amber, oh my god," Stiles exclaimed, his chest heaving with quick breaths, "Why haven't you been answering your phone!"
"It died!" Amber explained, "I only plugged it in like two seconds ago-"
"It's Derek! Scott says Derek's the one who bit him."
"What?!" She questioned in surprise, "What else did he say?"
"Nothing," Stiles told her with wide eyes, "He kind of took off as soon as I told him Derek was giving Allison a ride home."
"Well, where is he now?" Amber asked.
"I don't know, we need to go out and look for him."
Amber pulled on the sneakers that were laying in the entryway without another word and they made their way out to where the Jeep had been parked haphazardly in the driveway. The two of them piled into the still-running vehicle and Stiles set off in the direction of the preserve as Amber sighed and leaned her head to rest against the window, bracing herself for the long night ahead of them.
"So what the hell happened with Derek Hale?" Stiles asked after a minute.
Amber kept her eyes on the treeline, not wanting to miss Scott if he emerged in the dark, "Nothing, really. He gave us both a ride home. He definitely didn't look like he was about to snap or howl at the moon or anything."
Stiles glanced over to the girl in the passenger seat, "Okay, well, did he say anything?"
Amber shrugged, "Just that his sister is in town, too. He didn't tell me why, though."
"I don't trust him." Stiles announced.
"I know." Amber laughed.
"And neither do you, right?"
Amber made a face, unsure what to say and Stiles gaped at her.
"..You trust Derek Hale?" He asked incredulously, "Seriously? What, because he park-rangered you out of the woods?"
"I'm not saying I trust him, necessarily. But, if he wanted to murder me or bite me or whatever, he probably would've done it. Right?"
"I guess.." Stiles muttered with disgust, "And what did I say about being alone with creepy older dudes, anyway?"
"To let you know when it happened," Amber smiled, "Which, I did. I texted you!"
"Shit, okay. Well.. I'm amending that, and I think you should probably just stop being alone with him altogether. If not for your own safety, then for my sanity."
Amber laughed, reaching over to pat her friend reassuringly on the thigh, but didn't say anything.
They drove around town for two hours before they pulled the Jeep into the preserve, the two of them deciding to park there in the hopes that Scott would eventually emerge. Amber laid down across the front seat and rested her head against the edge of Stiles' thigh, her feet coming up onto the seat beneath her. She dozed off and on for a few hours, Stiles' own head nodding as he did the same above her where he was leaning up against the window.
Stiles woke with a start and nudged Amber off of his lap when the sun started to rise and they still hadn't seen any sign of Scott. She sat up and re-buckled her seatbelt as he drove out back of the preserve and pulled out onto the main road.
They only made it a mile or so before they caught sight of a shirtless figure in the distance, walking along the side of the road.
"Scott! It's Scott!" Amber pointed.
Stiles pulled the car up beside their friend and Amber moved to sit in the center as Scott opened the door silently and climbed in to fall into the seat beside her. The group remained quiet while Stiles began to drive again, silence filling the car as they all waited for someone else to speak first.
Scott shivered and Amber turned in her seat to pulled a discarded tshirt out of the lacrosse bag in the backseat, handing it to the half-clothed boy beside her with a small smile.
Scott accepted the article gratefully and pulled it on over his naked torso, leaning to rest his head sadly against the window and looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Amber watched the way he slumped dejectedly and reached out a comforting hand, softly rubbing the chilled skin of his arm.
"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott finally asked.
"If you say Allison," Stiles started in annoyance, "I'm gonna punch you in the head."
There was a brief moment of silence in which his friends both realized Stiles had been right about the train of thought that Scott was hung up on after the long night.
"She probably hates me now." Scott whined pathetically.
"Ugh." Amber and Stiles both scoffed in disgust.
"I doubt that," Stiles told him as reassuringly as he could, "But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or y'know, you could just.. Tell her the truth and.. Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a freakin' werewolf!"
Scott and Amber both turned to look at him with a glare and he recanted his words.
"Okay, bad idea." Stiles agreed.
Scott hung his head and Amber reached around to pull him in until he rested it on her shoulder.
"Hey, we'll get through this." Stiles continued softly.
"Come on.. If we have to, Stiles and I'll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights." Amber said with a smile.
"And feed you live mice," Stiles added, "I had a boa once, y'know I could do it."
Scott snorted out a laugh despite his sadness and Amber reached down to rest one hand on either side of her, putting one hand on each of her friend's thighs, patting them both softly.
"We've got this."
#selenophiles#stiles#stilesfic#dylan obrien fanfic#stiles stilinski x oc#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#1x01#*
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“That’s literally impossible, Tartar. They’re all dead! Are you absolutely sure it’s not an Inkling, Octarian or some other creature?” Mr. Grizz started to get up from his seat, placing on a coat and getting ready to head down to the metro.
“Extremely sure. They sleep like a rock so I was able to check for anything suspicious. It’s a human for sure. I-I don’t know whether to think I’m going crazy or to be extremely excited!” Mr. Grizz could already tell Tartar was bouncing up and down on the other side.
“...Fine, I’ll be down in 15 minutes, don’t forget to be careful. Remember, humans are just as dangerous as anyone else. My wolves almost went extinct at their hands. ..Though I guess it doesn’t matter nowadays…” Mr. Grizz grumbled before realizing that Tartar had already hung up. “Oh for the love of Cod…Tartar, please tell me you understand the risks…” Mr. Grizz grumbled as he left his office.
Tartar turned towards the human as they mumbled something in their sleep. ‘Stop bouncing! You look ridiculous!’ Shouted his thoughts before he grabbed the human’s hand and checked for a pulse. “Ooo, yes! You are still alive,” Tartar pulled away and readjusted his bowtie as he did. He had to look his best.
His slime covered hands were covered, right? He couldn’t imagine how this little human would feel if they saw the primordial slime all over his hands. Wished he could remove it but oh well!
OH, she’s waking up!!!
Tartar brushed his outfit off and watched them stir and stretch. “god…I’m an idiot..falling asleep in the middle of a…dark metro??” She started to slowly stand up, rubbing her eye. “Did I not learn a thing from Fern- Mother?” The human slowly looked up, seeing Tartar.
“Ah! You’re awake, gre-!” Tartar cut off when a sharp pain exploded on the side of his head. It hit the ground rather hard. Great, now it was dazed.
“Who are you!?” The pain in Tartar’s head was taking forever to ebb away. It slowly looked up at the human, she was wielding a golf club. Wh-When in the world did she get that!?
“I SAID WHO ARE YOU!? Don’t make me strike you again!” She pointed the end of the golf club at him. “C-Calm down! H-Hold your horses! Take a dam chill pill!” Tartar held up his hands. The human raised the golf club again, aiming for Tartar’s horn. “I-It’s– I’m just a t-telephone! Th-That’s m-my name actually! Telephone! Just calm down!” Tartar scooted away quickly from the human, a little more angry that the first human in forever attacked him.
“...” The human glared at Tartar before lowering her club. “Good enough, I guess. Why were you watching me sleep?” She growled.
“W-Well, you probably already know but all of humanity is extinct! I haven’t seen a human in the last 12,000 years! ..Which intrigues me..” Tartar stood up and leaned over the human, getting a curious look in his eyes. “Where did you even come from…?”
The human jabbed her club under Tartar’s head upon it getting a little too close. “And tell me why I should tell you ANYTHING!”
“I’ve been trying to bring back humanity? It’s what I was made for.”
“Ha! You’re made for transmitting calls. You’re a phone for a reason,” The human glared at Tartar. “I don’t see why I have to lie to you. I can sanitize you if I want. Human or not!” Tartar slipped off one of his gloves, revealing the slime underneath. The human looked uncomfortable upon seeing it.
“Let’s see…I have that dam monologue prerecorded somewhere…” Tartar started to crack his handle and make strange noises trying to find it. “Monol-?” Tartar held up a finger in a ‘one moment’ motion. The human crossed her arms with a huff.
“[DISABLING CONTEMPORARY SPEECH MODE]”
“I am TARTAR, an AI construct created 12,000 years ago by a brilliant professor. My prime directive is to pass on humanity’s vast knowledge on to the next worthy lifeform. When your kind became self-aware,” Tartar cracked his lever again, stopping the recording. “I don’t believe anything else is really important in that recording.”
“...Oh, well then,” The human now messed with their golf club. “Don’t expect me to tell you my name. You haven’t earned it yet…”
“Oh, I already know it! You’re Everest. Or 10,009,” Tartar folded his hands. “Having scan tools and being an AI is rather helpful.” Tartar put his glove back on, feeling confident that the human wouldn’t attack him again.
“...Don’t you ever do that again…” Everest growled and pointed the golf club at Tartar again. “I don’t think you understand that I don’t wish to hurt you, kid. I’m the Messenger of Humanity, not the Mass Murderer of Humanity,” He poked Everest’s nose. “Boop! As the kids say nowadays.”
“Oh back off, you invasive thing!”
“My point is, I want to help bring humanity back. I’m not here to harm anyone besides the scum, bile and seafood that have evolved to conquer the world left behind by the humans,” He adjusted his bowtie.
“...” Everest still didn’t seem to trust Tartar as she asked, “I should’ve stayed in the mountains…”
“The mountains! That’s where you’ve all been hiding, hm?”
“They wouldn’t take too kindly to a weird, telephone man..”
“Oh it won’t matter! I-I can change my form! I take on this form though because it looks most like an Octarian. Shocked you haven’t seen one yet, they’re everywhere underground..”
Everest started to back away at this point. Tartar made her feel a little overwhelmed with how excited he seemed to be. Humans were nothing special, so why the bouncing and cheer talk?”
“I haven’t seen a human in YEARS, centuries, decem millenniums!” Tartar exclaimed. “You’ll have to excuse how excited I am!” Tartar grabbed Everest’s hand with his own, freezing cold hands. “Hey-! Let go!” Everest yanked back, glancing at her club. “Take a chill pill, I’m not going to hurt you! How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“If you’re trying to trick me into taking you to my village, the answer is no.”
“What??? No! I- ha! I wouldn’t do that. Totes wouldn’t. You’re crazy my dude. Absolutely bonkers, home skillet!”
“Oh please, you started using way more slang, I know a trick when I hear one. You’re not going to the village.”
“Not even for a second?? Please!”
“I ran away from that place for a damn reason! I’m not going to listen to their culty BS about bowing down and offering mercy to those- those–! Those stupid waterblobs!” Everest shouted at Tartar, slightly calming him down. “They stole this planet from us and I’m not going back so I can hear more of ‘If we keep sacrificing sheep to The Leviathan, it will allow us to leave this cliffside’. I’ve grown tired of that CULT!!” Everest grabbed her hair and pulled some of it out.
“I-...I’m not going back…” Everest’s arms dropped to her side.
“A cult, hm?” Tartar picked up on Everest’s worry.
“Yes! A cult based around the bile here! I don’t want to go back, it would be better if they were all wiped out! The amount of people I’ve seen sacrificed to ‘The Leviathan’ is something else!!” Everest grabbed her head again.
“Hmm…” Tartar watched the slime run down his hand from under the glove. “Y’know, maybe you don’t have to go back. I’m willing to give you a sneak peak on my plans. I won’t even lay a finger on you if that’s what you’re scared of…” Tartar gestured Everest over.
Everest watched wearily before approaching Tartar slowly, grabbing her golf club tightly as she did. “None of the sanitized octarians should harm you. They follow my orders exactly. If I tell them not to harm you, they won’t.”
“What do you mean by sanitized?” Everest quickly asked as Tartar opened a small door in the ground. “Simple, I’m creating a primordial goop that will create the ultimate lifeform! I thought too small last time…I should’ve let 8 go. I acted in panic and anger. But this time, it’ll be proper. No one will find out until it’s too late. Especially with Mr. Grizz on my side, we’ll restore Earth to its former glory together!”
The inside of the lab was rather bright and the buzz of talking echoed through the hallways. There were a few signs of struggling, making it clear that not everyone here came here willingly. There were also dried bits of pink ink dotting the walls. When Tartar saw it, he looked disgusted and quickly ordered a nearby Sanitized Octarian to please get rid of it.
“What’s wrong with it? I thought the shade was…rather nice honestly,” Everest told Tartar, watching the octarian splat different ink over it. “No I-...” Tartar trailed off, seeing the octarian smile back at him and wander off. “...I’ll just leave it. Don’t want to hurt their feelings…” Tartar turned away to keep guiding Everest down the hallway. ‘I think mother would find me even more disappointing than she first thought. I thought that interaction was rather cute!’
Tartar soon guided Everest to a room with a large blender in the middle, full of…strange, bluegreen slime. A wave of illness and worry came over Everest. “...You don’t do what I now think you do…right?” Everest glanced at Tartar with clear sickness on her face.
“Well, tell me what you think I do first,” Tartar replied in a rather smug tone, climbing up and sitting on the top of the blender. Everest felt a little more sick as she responded.
“Uhm..well- there’s a blender for one…uh..” The idea of sacrifices fill her head. “...Please don’t tell me you pick off the octarians around you and…sacrifice them to..” Everest pointed a hand at the blender.
“Nope! Well- eh, close. The octarians around you are ones that have failed their tests. All or most of them. I select carefully. What you see here,” Tartar stood up, “Is a blend of everyone who’s succeeded in their tests! Only the most brilliant and greatest octarians end up here. It’s a blend of the most superior is what I’m saying. No one gets sacrificed. I’m not doing this for some false god. I’m doing this to create a lifeform on the level of humans!”
“...Will I end up in there some day…?”
“It’s a great-...what?” Tartar looked over the edge, down at Everest. She looked terrified. The soft glow of the sludge in the blender reflected in her eyes.“...N-No! Never! Absolutely not! I wouldn’t do that to a human!” Tartar leapt down from the blender, carefully holding Everest’s hands again, “I was actually wondering if you’d like to join me! Take back Earth from those slimy freaks above!”
Everest drew back from Tartar quickly. Luckily, he wasn't grabbing her that tightly. “I-I’m not sure I can trust you yet. …What’s in it for me?” Tartar seemed…way to ready for a reply like this. “Well, I doubt you wanna stay sleeping on that cold platform so I’ll make sure there’s a comfy place down here to rest. I’ll make sure you never have to return to your mountain cult, hm…”
Everest started to think. “I can’t let you leave after seeing this…? No, that’s too threatening and besides, you have way too much confidence. You’re the first person in years to strike me and land a good hit!” Tartar extended his hand a little.
“...I mean, all you really needed to mention was getting a nice place to sleep. The mountain is freezing. I’m shocked no one has gotten frostbite at all,” Everest slowly accepted his hand. “PERFECT! We’re in business, my home skillet!” Tartar suddenly scooped up Everest and gave her a tight hug.
“Mr. Grizz should be here so we can hopefully discuss more! Don’t worry, he might be a little intimidating at first but the bear’s a big softie! A total pushover at times even! He won’t hurt ya..” Tartar’s hug eased and it set down Everest.
“O-Oh…r-really??” Everest stumbled as Tartar left the room. “G-...Goodie..”
‘Oh Leviathan what have I gotten myself into…?’
#commander tartar#oc writing#mr. grizz#mild grizztar#grizztar#hehehehohoho#love me some good ol’ speedrunning burnout#speedrunning getting burnout
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the rescue
Lamia cup's belong to @inkmachine7 ! and is also not cannon to the official story! and story was inspired by this post!
It has been three days since Mugman was taken and Cuphead was slithering around the temple flicking his tail with worry as he gripped the cloth he used as a shirt. “Come on Boris, just because mug’s didn’t greet us as usual shouldn't be a cause for alarm.”
Hearing Bendy’s voice, tears started to fill cuphead’s eyes as he quickly found them and tackled him. Making him yelp as they both fell backwards. but Boris was snickering as he was able to avoid the two. “C-cups! Hey! Good to see you t-” when he felt the tears Bendy quickly sat up holding him close. “Cup what happened?” he asked as Cuphead looked up at him and all that he had to say was two words. “M-mugsy.. H-harpy”.
Hearing that made Bendy and Boris’s blood go cold. “Shit…” Bendy said as he gently rubbed Cuphead on the back and Boris rubbed his neck, almost as if it was out of habit. “How long has he been gone?” Bendy asked and Cuphead shook his tail three times. “Three days…” Boris said with a hiss. “Bends…” he said with a worried tone and bendy looked up at him and nodded.
“They are likely already there….” Bendy said as he gently pushed Cuphead off of him so he could stand up before opening his arms for him again. At the sign Cuphead wrapped his arms around Bendy’s neck as he wrapped his snake body gently around him in a hug. “Do you think we can get there quickly with the jeep?” Boris asked as he started to bounce on his feet and Bendy nodded. “We should, it should only take us half a day if we leave now.”
he said as he looked at Cuphead and gently patted his back. “Don’t worry cup’s we will get him back I just need you to let me g-” the air was gently squeezed out of him as Cuphead gave him a stern look and shook his head. “No, you are taking me with you. Unknown to you, Lamia's have a connection that allows us to know where others are.”
He said as he let Bendy go from the hug but didn’t unwound his body from Bendy’s and crossed his arms over his chest, signaling that he was not budging on the subject. With a sigh Bendy pinched the bridge in between his eyes. “Ok fine! But” he said as he pointed at Cuphead, his voice stern and cold. “You are listening to EVERYTHING Boris and I tell you to do, No questions, we are going to a very dangerous place and if we take one wrong step, all of us are dead.” he said.
sternness in his voice Cuphead started to happily wag his tail in response. “Thank you Bendy!” he said happily and tried to give Bendy a “Kiss” but that just made Bendy freak out as he held Cuphead’s open mouth away. “I TOLD YOU! THAT IS NOT A KISS!!” He said as he struggled with Cuphead.
Boris just sighed as, in his opinion, messed around as he looked up at the sky, flicking his tail a bit. “Hang in there mugs…” he said as he gripped something under his shirt.
Darkness was all mugs could see…. He was used to the dark but even this was unsettling for him and he hated it… but what he hated more were the sounds of other creatures… he could hear them all yelling and calling for help, but soon the yells quieted down to them just sobbing and then silence…. The silence made him shudder. It was worse to him than the cries he would hear. But what terrified him the most were the scraping of talons against stone. He only knew one creature that would make that sound, a Harpy.
While mugman was lost in thought the same sound of talons scraping against stone as it got closer and closer to his holding cell. The ruffling of feathers is what snapped mugman out of it as he struggled to move closer to the wall behind him as the door opened up. “Hello mugsy~” the sickly sweet sound of her voice made mugman glare at her from the darkness as he rattled his tail in warning.
“I see that you don’t miss me” the Harpy said as she walked into the room but soon lunged at Mugman, a look of pure fear and terror as memories from his first encounter with her ran behind his eyes. “Oh how I love that face~” the harpy said as she was a few inches away from mugman.
“MMPH!” was all Mugman could say behind the gag that was tightly wrapped around his mouth making it impossible to say anything let alone slam his head against hers to activate the venom glands. “Now don’t worry mugsy…” the harpy cooed as she used her wings to cup his face in them. “We will make sure you are treated well before your time.” she said with a grin, making mugman jerk his head out of her grip.
With a sigh she pulled away but grinned at him. “Don’t worry, I will make sure they take care of you.” The harpy said as she backed away from him, she knew better than to turn her back to him after last time. “Chalice” quit taunting the snake!” a gruff voice snarled from down the hall, making her snicker a bit behind her wings.
“Coming Devil!” she cooed as she turned to leave the room but looked back at mugman, a wicked grin on her face. “Get used to being in the dark Mugs, because this will be the only thing you will see.” she said as she left the room and as the door shut Mugman took in the last sliver of light and dropped his head as the door shut, all hope of him getting out now leaving him.
With Boris driving the three got to the Citadel in only a few hours, Bendy made sure to hold onto Cuphead as they sped down the hidden paths that lead to it and made sure he was coiled up safely so his tail won’t get caught in the jeep’s wheels. But as they got closer Cuphead and Boris glared at the structure as memories flooded their minds. But both shoved them aside as they got closer. “Bends” hearing that was all bendy needed to hear as he helped Cuphead hide under a tarp they had in the back.
After a quick stop at the gate the three were soon past the walls. But Boris didn’t stop the jeep till he got close to the building in the center. A family crest with a shark on it gleamed in the sunlight making as if the eye of the creature was staring down at them. With a shudder Boris shook his head and drove over the drawbridge and soon found a place to hide the jeep. “Alright,
we're here.” he said as he got out of the Jeep. feeling them stop Cuphead peeked out from under the tarp to look around, his eyes wide with curiosity as he made a move to get out but was stopped by Bendy. “No you stay here for now.” he said as he looked around a bit before finding a pull cart, quickly he grabbed it and pulled it over and without saying anything Cuphead slithered into the cart as Boris covered him up. “Alright… we need to get to the basement..” Boris said and Bendy nodded as he followed Boris down a few alleys.
Cuphead had so many questions but he kept his mouth shut as he looked around. The alleys they were in had no one in them till they got to the main plaza. With a gasp Cuphead sat up more in the cart, making sure to keep the tarp around himself as he looked around. Taking in the sights and sounds of the market. It was lively with people talking, bargaining, and a few animal sounds were in the mix as well but a few times fear ran down his back making him hide from the sounds.
Thankfully no one was really paying attention and were going on about their lives, even a few hunters didn’t bother them but a few would give the two strange glances before moving on. As they got closer to the main building a snake saw the two and quickly wrapped around Boris’s arm making him yell out in surprise. He was about to swat the snake off but stopped when he had a pleading look on its face. And seeing as it was harmless he casually leaned against the cart and let it slither in it so Cuphead can talk to it.
All was quiet till an angry hiss came from the cart and Cuphead grabbed boris by the wrist. Scaring him and Bendy. “He’s underground.” he hissed as he looked at them from under the tarp, his gold eyes now looking more like melted gold with his anger. Swallowing Boris gently patted his hand and smiled at him. “We will get him out tonight, don't worry.” he said and sighed when that seemed to calm him down.
Thank night the guards were laxed and were talking to one another as bendy walked up to them, at first they were suspicious of him till bendy started to calmly talk to them and even show them some of his sketches from the forest. With Bendy a distraction Boris and Cuphead were able to make their way into the building without being detected.
Cuphead made sure to stay in the rafters as Boris ran down the halls but with him being so high he was able to see farther than Boris and would wrap him up in his tail as he yanked him up to avoid anyone that was walking down the hall. Boris was thankful for that and was ready for it the next few times it happened. It took them a long time to find the right cell Mugman was being held in.
Cuphead would constantly be tasting the air looking for his scent only to be overwhelmed by the other scents he would catch. At one point he almost gagged at the taste but held it in as he kept trying, he knew he had to get to Mugman no matter the cost. But he was getting impatient with the searching but soon he caught Mugman’s scent, smiling he quickly made his way to the room he was being held in.
In the room mugman was struggling with the chains on his arms and tail, but he knew it was futile in the end. With a sigh he looked down and was ready to give into despair till the sound of something scraping and clicking caught his attention. Not knowing what it was he tried to press himself against the wall but when the sound of the lock he looked away as light flooded in.
“Mugsy!” The hiss whisper caught Mugman’s attention as he looked up as Cuphead flung at him and held him close. All mugman could do was nuzzle him and happily shake his tail. “Are you ok? They didn’t hurt you did they?” Cuphead asked as he held mugman’s face and all he could do was shake his head and press his forehead against cuphead’s
“Good to see that you’re ok mugs” Boris said as he walked over and started to work on the shackle around his neck, seeing that was easy he soon started to work on the one around his arms as Cuphead untied the gag and was about to toss it before he stuffed it into his shirt.
“And almost done…” Boris said as he worked more on the shackle but the sound of scraping talons caught his attention making all three of them freeze for a bit. But shaking himself Boris continued to work on the shackle on his wrist and soon moved to the one on his tail but a searing pain ran down his shoulders as he was suddenly yanked back away from the two.
The look on Mugman’s face was a look of pure terror as he reached out for him and Cuphead had a look of pure fear on his face. Next thing Boris knew was his vision going white as more pain ran up his back as he slid down a wall. All he remembered was the sound of a bird screeching and him being shaken a bit before the sound of a door slamming shut caught his attention for a bit before he started to force himself to stand up using the wall.
“Boris!” Mugman held Boris’s face in his hands and Boris just looked at Mugman with a bit of a dazed look and just grinned at him. “How are you, you handsome snake..?” he asked, making Mugman’s face flush red but he shook his head and hissed in surprise as Boris slumped into him.
But shaking his head Mugman picked up Boris up and after looking at Cuphead who climbed up into the rafters and lead him out of the holding area, the hall and soon lead him out of the building fully and after a bit of sneaky and some climbing he lead Mugman to the jeep where Bendy was waiting for them. But seeing Boris he wanted to ask what happened but as the two got into the jeep and set Boris in the back with them cuphead just grabbed Bendy by the shoulder and hissed. “Drive!” and without having to be told Bendy put the jeep into drive and sped off out one of the back entrances.
It was an hour or two before bendy found a safe place to tend to Boris’s wounds. As he did Mugman kept looking out of the jeep to make sure they were safe but the end of his tail was wrapped around his arm up to his bicep. Boris can’t help but smile at that and when he was fully patched up Mugman would let his arm go before he gently hugged him and placed his head on Boris’s chest. Boris just hugged back and rubbed his back as Bendy started the jeep up once
again and drove back to the temple. “Going home..?” Cuphead asked with a yawn and Bendy nodded with a yawn as well. “Ya heading home Cups” he said as Cuphead moved so he was sitting in the passenger seat and hugged Bendy’s arm. “Stay with us.. Please..?” he asked as he looked up at him and with a blush bendy just nodded. “S-sure. We have our sleeping gear with us right now so we can stay for as long as you want us to.” Bendy said as he gently pressed his cheek against Cuphead’s rim.
Cuphead smiled at the gesture and looked back at Boris and Mugman to tell them the plan but stopped when he saw the two were asleep already. With a little laugh Cuphead made sure to nuzzle under Bendy’s chin making him blush more but he had a smile.
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Warrior cat name Ideas
Prefixes - A-Z
A
Acorn
Adder
Amber
Ant
Apple
Arch
Arrow
Aspen
Ash
Asher
Alder
Amber
B
Badger
Bark
Beech
Bellow
Birch
Berry
Bird
Black
Blizzard
Brave
Breeze
Bright
Brown
Bell
Bug
Beetle
Bluebell
Blue
Bounce
Brindle
Brush
Bush
Buzzard
Buzz
Bee
Bumble
Bass
Basil
Bubble
Brine
Beaver
Bison (I feel like this only goes good with ‘horn’ or Bisonpelt/fur.)
Bat
Bone
Butterfly
Burdock
Broken
Bramble
Bracken
Bay
Brisk
Blossom
Briar
Boil
Branch
Bud
C
Cloud
Cloudy
Crystal
Cold
Cricket
Cliff
Cardinal
Crying
Cougar
Coyote
Cobweb
Chick
Cow
Cave
Cheetah
Carrot
Coral
Cactus
Claw
Cedar
Cherry
Cinder
Clover
Copper
Creek
Crooked
Crouch
Crow
D
Dew
Dewy
Duck
Dusty
Dust
Dune
Down
Dagger
Dodge
Dolphin
Daisy
Doe
Dapple
Dappled
Dark
Dawn
Dead
Dove
Drift
Dusk
E
Eagle
Ebony
Echo
Egg
Eel
Ember
F
Fallen
Fallow
Fawn
Feather
Fennel
Fern
Ferret
Finch
Fire
Flame
Fleet
Flint
Flower
Flow
Fly
Fox
Freckle
Frog
Frost
Furze
Fuzzy
Foal
Falling
Fall
G
Gale
Gust
Golden
Gold
Goose
Gorse
Gorge
Grass
Gray
Green
Grass
Goldfish
Guppy
Ghost
H
Hail
Half
Hare
Hawk
Hay
Hoot
Hazel
Heather
Heavy
Hollow
Holly
Honey
Honeycomb
Hummingbird
Horse
Happy
Hornet
Hound
Heron
I
Ice
Ivy
J
Jagged
Jay
Joy
Jaguar
Jackdaw
Jump
Juniper
K
Kestrel
Kink
Koi
L
Lake
Larch
Leaf
Lark
Leopard
Lichen
Lightning
Lily
Lion
Little
Lizard
Log
Long
Lost
Loud
Low
Lynx
M
Maggot
Mallow
Maple
Marsh
Meadow
Milk
Minnow
Mint
Mist
Misty
Mole
Moon
Morning
Moss
Mossy
Moth
Mottle
Mouse
Mouth
Mud
Mumble
Mink
Muddy
Moonlight
Mountain
Mushroom
Monkey
N
Nettle
Needle
Nut
Newt
Night
Nimble
O
Oak
Oat
Odd
Olive
One
Otter
Owl
Orange
Ocean
Orca
Opal
P
Pale
Perch
Pool
Pike
Peak
Prickle
Pounce
Pine
Petal
Petal
Pebble
Pear
Patch
Pirate(kittypet or loner)
Polar
Peach
Panda
Pond
Pigeon
Plum
Q
Quail
Quick
R
Rabbit
Rain
Ragged
Rat
Rattle
Root
Raspberry
Reed
Red
Robin
Rock
Rose
Rowan
Rubble
Running
Rushing
Rush
Russet
Rust
Rye
Raven
Raccoon
Rustle
Rattlesnake
Ravine
Rapid
S
Sage
Short
Sheep
Sedge
Shrew
Slate
Slow
Snail
Sneeze
Sorrel
Soot
Spider
Spruce
Sun
Sunny
Swallow
Shallow
Shade
Sharp
Scorch
Sand
Sandy
Sky
Silver
Smoke
Snake
Soft
Snow
Sparrow
Speckle
Splash
Spotted
Squirrel
Stalking
Stalk
Stalker
Starling
Stone
Storm
Stumpy
Stump
Sweet
Swift
Shred
Sloe
Shell
Seed
Shimmer
Shimmering
Skunk
Spirit
Squid
Shy
Sound
Summer
Sapphire
Spiraling
Spiral
Shark
Saturn
T
Tall
Talon
Tooth
Timber
Tiger
Twig
Tumble
Thorn
Thistle
Thrush
Tawny
Tangle
Ting
Trout
Torn
Toad
Tiny
V
Vine
Vixen
Void
Vole
W
Wasp
Weasel
Web
Weed
Wet
Whisker
White
Whale
Wild
Willow
Wind
Wolf
Winter
Wisteria
Whisper
Whispering
Water
Wave
Waver
Whisper
Watermelon
Whistle
Wood
Y
Yellow
Yew
Yarrow- suggested
You guys DONT WANNA KNOW how LONG this took. I’m crying. And I might’ve missed some so feel free to send me messages in chat to request me editing it and putting it in some (not like messaging but the. Chat in this post lol.)
@cryptidclaw I also did this for our Au to help us with renaming.
I will get to suffixes soon I promise.
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Ummmm for the spicy thots 🫣 I reallly feel like the grabber would get off of having a shy captive who's too innocent 😇 like just imagine him spanking you over his knee cuz you were a Naughty Girl and he suddenly notices how your thighs keep clenching together and how you're dead quiet... well he just HAS to check to make sure he didn't hurt you too bad 👀 lol so he flips up your skirt and sees your reddened ass sure but not super harmed and wait- is that a wet spot? Well then he might as well sit you up on his thigh so he can look you in the face while he gives you the chance to explain yourself - oh but whats this your face is allll red and blushy and your tiny little hands are trying to hide it from him... well let's just say he decides to make you confess your naughty thoughts while 'accidentally' bouncing his leg up and down causing you to ride his thigh and cum all over and he just looks at you shocked saying he's gonna have to really help such a shameless and dirty little girl- oh and don't worry he noticed how him saying that just made you leak out some more onto his drenched thigh. 😈💕💕
You understood the assignment, Nonnie 😩👌🔥
I don't even know what to add because this was just p e r f e c t!
I love the idea of him with someone shy/inexperienced so this is just *chef's kiss* AMAZING
#im just 🥴#whew 🥵🥵🥵#the Grabber#The Grabber/Albert Shaw#the grabber headcanons#the black phone#the black phone headcanons#ethan hawke#ethan hawke headcanons#Persephone answers
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Alphabet Lore: Lost Friend
What if F died during the events of Alphabet Lore's nZ when he was a child before Alphabet Lore/Number Lore even started?
The story starts with lowercase N meeting with R, I, E, D and S (all lowercase). Finally, N's best friend, F arrives and F, R, I, E, N, D and S start celebrating. Then, came L and O, a pair of lowercase letters, staring at the group of letters, now spelling out "friends", angrily; the reason for this is unknown. L and O stare at each other, and smirk, before agreeing on a plan. L gets inside O's hole, and prepares to aim at N. R, I, E, D and S all run away in fear. O is then released from L, and slingshots onto N, hurting himself.
N sits on the ground, defeated, when F comes over to him and helps him get up. F glares at L and O, who are laughing. He grabs A, R, and T to spell out the word "fart"; this causes L to fart. B, C, D, E, and H begin to laugh at him, with H being so deterred by the smell, he dies and laughs at L as a ghost. F and N roll on the floor, laughing, causing the fart to disappear. F and N stop laughing while L and O look at each other in some sort of agreement, and proceed to beat up F; who cries out the . (period) and : (colon) Gems in response. F is then pushed into the letters R, I, C, and K; O looks at this and alerts everyone, with the word F is spelling being revealed to be "FRICK" (much to the other letters' shock (and Y's horror).
All the letters (except N; not counting G, P, Q, and Y, as they weren't present) glare at F and start beating him up (with C biting F, J shooting his cannonball towards F, shattering his teeth, I bouncing off of F, M smacking F in the back, X smacking F in the face, T jumping out of the ground and hitting F and E hitting F while using D as a weapon); in which F cries the , and * Gems after being hit by M and X respectively. F trips over N and fatally hits his head on the floor, much to N's horror and grief. The other letters become shocked and guilty at this, especially L and O. N cries the ? and ; Gems, forming an ampersand (&) before going to N's body. Heartbroken and traumatized, N becomes depressed and starts crying and running away, running into G in the process, crying out the ! Gem. The Gems all rise to their respective owners (L, M, O, P, and X). Meanwhile, a calculator ship is flying in space. A number named 1 was searching for X. Then, the computer is able to locate X on the planet, Z. The ship then charges up and zooms to Z. Lowercase Q, who was upset after hearing about what happened to F, sees the ship, which leads to chasing after B, M, X, and Y. However, he is too slow to catch up to the others.
Back with N, he walks up his dead best friend's cave miserably, and looking onto the crowd of letters walking away, the other letters looked at N in F's cave turns around, frowning. Soon, N went insane and imagined F still being alive and unharmed as if F was never beaten up with F as a figment of N's imagination. He was even talking to himself, claiming that he was talking to F. Despite the delusions, N is very happy to see F again. He didn't care if he was in denial. N's insanity would go on for years and years as N went from lowercase to uppercase, an adult, signaling the time change. N had also become more grayish, he lost a tooth and he gained a shiner around one of his eyes as his eyes turned gaunt and sunken with bags under his eyes and bloodshot eyes. He had completely lost his mind, refusing to accept the fact that F is dead. Z watches over N as in both pity and concern they cried the "..." gem.
#alphabet lore#alphabet lore AU#au#alphabet lore n#N#alphabet lore f#F#alphabet lore: lost friend#tragedy#horror#insanity
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