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as usual i am up late into the night planning my future when i should be: getting a good nights sleep so that i even have a future!!
#i have work in seven and a half hours. so i should really be getting to bed#BUT i officially made my final definitive degree plan!!!! i mean not the actual classes but all the requirements i have to meet and how!!#(in order to earn: history and information science double major. with certificates in material culture and classics)#and i’m genuinely excited for every single class i have to take except for human-computer interaction#just cause i know it’s gonna get overly technical in ways that won’t quite apply to my future#anyway every single other thing i’m gonna do is very cool and exciting. so everything is good really#but i should be sleeping. and i’m not. as usual 🤧#idk wish me luck!!!! i’m so hyped about my degree plan though#i’ll go into more detail another time. i’m very excited#ANYWAY goodnight!!!! can’t be so busy planning my future in library science that i DONT GO TO MY SHELVING JOB#kind of important to actually go to work for the library that employs me….#and then i might go see a first-printing roget’s thesaurus!!!! or i’ll sleep. we’ll see#followed by lunch with GUY WHO IS THE WORST KILL HIM WITH HAMMERS#(there is nothing really wrong with me he just keeps kind of being mean to me and also expecting me to fall in love with him. but like#extremely passively and not manipulatively it’s just like. hey buddy you’re doing this friendship wrong….)#anyway then i have a class and after that i have an hour to rest. and then a phone call and then a lot of homework#(ten page paper draft due in a week and a half!! so it’s time to start writing the actual body of it)#and then i sleep for a LONG time and then work again on saturday. and then sleepover with somebody i have a crush on??#and then be normal all day on sunday and do a little more paper writing. and programming homework. and whatever else#and then keep up with the slog for three weeks!!!! and all of a sudden it’s summer!!!!#projects left this year: material culture paper (entirely unstarted. but may research the thesaurus and just win!!!!)#history project (draft due the monday after next and real paper due a week after classes end)#one more programming assignment where i adapt my recipe doubler project (probably. it’s getting stupid at this point but it’s what i got!!)#and a programming test in two weeks and then the final a week after that. then no more programming#and then i just have my weekly latin tests and a latin final on may 5th. and then EVERYTHING IS DONE#ok i got this. sorry for walking through my schedule in the tags it’s how i remember what’s real#can’t believe my fucking partner just kind of walked out on me there hello???? like. we should be powering through finals together#but i’m genuinely better off without him so i guess it’s just whatever. trash took itself out or something??#anyway. i’m so regular. and i have work in the morning. and i’m going to sleep#thank you world. goodnight
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mi do fuoco :D
#the day had started well!! and ive been crying all evening! bitch slay!!#I've come to tge realization that i very much do Not know how to translate greek#I've worked on this fucking translation all afternoon and yeah. didn't understand shit#and I've got a translating test on tuesday#i actually don't know how i got this far with no bad grades in greek bc i absolutely suck at it#with the realization tgat i actually very much Don't know this fucking language. came the one that I'm not gonna be able to do classic lit#in uni probably. because well. i can't do that#btw this happens to me like twice a week#so it's not just like. one translation gone wrong. i just don't know the language#the problem is that I deeply love Latin. and i wouldnt want to give it up. but obviously i will have to because. greek#and so obviously i started thinking tgat I cant do shit. which is kinda true. I should be able to do so many things better than i do#but why like i did everything right. i followed all the steps?? why am i still here. literally at the bottom step of the ladder#in so many of the things i care about#“you can't do well in everything” why tho. i literally always did everyhing i was supposed to#just. whatever i guess.#on an unrelated note if i don't get into theater this year im gonna kill myself#but whatever#sorry for the rant :/
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#It’s very interesting to me that I tend to get gendered more correctly when I’m visiting my family in Latin America than I do in the US#I got called ‘joven’ (young man) there a few times#but here even when I’m wearing a more masc look I still get ma’am-ed to hell and back#Idk I’ve always felt like standards of conventional femininity were always more intense in LatAm#Which is why I was so surprised when a lot of discourse here in the US talked about women of color being perceived as more ‘masculine’#Bc the women I grew up around were so undeniably feminine in every way#The standards for femininity were so much more intense and rigid#But then I realized that it’s probably bc of that racial perception#so there is much more policing when it comes to how much you conform to traditional femininity#Unconsciously at least#And bc I don’t conform to those standards people are much quicker to assume I’m not a woman#(at least until I talk)#It’s funny#I used to feel much more dysphoric back home bc of this#My body felt wrong in the trans way but it also felt wrong with how people perceived my assigned gender at birth#I wasn’t a woman but I still had to Look like one#But now that I know I’m a guy it’s like…#I can be more myself and people recognize me a bit more for it?#It’s not like I pass (and I don’t think I ever will) but those few times I get mistaken for a boy are worth it#I deviate from LatAm’s standards of femininity Just enough#It’s a good thing coming out of a bad thing I guess
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pretty boy
pairing: spencer reid x reader
summary: spencer walks in one day with a new look. you handle it pretty well.
a/n: im in the opposite of a writing slump right now (will prob fall into a writing slump right after i say this) probably because im procrastinating on essays for school and i can only write when im meant to be doing work. but tiny little fluffy spencer one shots are very good for the soul right now. i think it's my way of healing from my hotch fic
wc: 1.8k
warning(s): one slightly sexual joke from emily. all fluff
You usually don’t get to the office this early, but you don’t exactly have a choice. The BAU’s last couple cases have all run one after another, barely leaving you any time in the office, and now you’re paying for it.
You’ve got a mountain of paperwork to get through and not nearly enough time to do it all—if you’re lucky, you’ll be writing reports for a few days straight. If you’re not, you’ll be putting in some overtime.
“This is the most focused I’ve ever seen you this early,” Derek comments.
You shake your head with a sigh. “These reports are government mandated torture.”
He chuckles, and he nods at Emily as she walks over to her desk. “Are you this busy?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve still got a report to get through, but nothing that bad.”
“I get it,” you say wryly. “You’re all more organized than me. Just don’t come to me asking to go out tonight—you know I can’t say no.”
“But don’t shots taste better when you’re supposed to be doing work?” Derek asks, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.
“Not when I’ve got this much work I’m supposed to be doing.”
You hear the elevator ding and glance up—Spencer’s walking through and fixing his tie. You look back down at your report as you greet him.
“Hey, Spence,” you call. “Why’re you late?”
“I’m not late,” he says, and you can see him checking his watch out of your peripherals. “I’m two minutes and thirty-three seconds early.”
“Really?” you muse. “I guess I’m just so used to you being here before me.”
“You can’t judge my timeliness on yours when you’ve been here for an hour already,” Spencer says.
You frown, tapping your pen against the paper. “How do you know?”
“You’re settled in already. Your coat’s on your chair, your stack of unfinished files is smaller than it was last time we were in the office, your coffee isn’t steaming, and your mug has a chipped handle—when they were put away last night, that one was set in the front, so you’d have to be here early to get it.”
“Touche,” you murmur. You’re not sure why you ever ask your team of profilers how they know something.
“You also look like you don’t want to be here,” he comments. “That’s pretty typical of agents who have to be here before their regular hours.”
You chuckle and tilt your head in admission. You don’t really want to be here, especially running on so few hours of sleep.
“Why aren’t you as early as usual?” Emily asks.
“My neighbor knocked on my door this morning to ask me for something,” Spencer says. “It threw off my whole routine. I picked the wrong tie, I couldn’t pack my bag properly, and I had to toast my bagel for two minutes instead of three and a half to make it out in time.”
“How terrible,” Derek says with mock austerity.
“It is terrible!” he exclaims. “It’s scientifically proven that a morning routine makes you happier, more energized, and ready to seize the day—carpe diem.” Spencer sets his bag on the floor next to his desk and looks at everyone else with a smile. “Did you know that phrase was actually coined by the Roman poet Horace in his Odes? It comes from the first book out of four in the eleventh poem—the full phrase in Latin is carpe diem, quam mini—”
“How was your bagel?” Emily asks to interrupt him, and he pauses.
“It was good,” he says. “Could’ve been toastier.”
You look up, a teasing remark on the edge of your tongue, but the words die in your throat when you actually see him.
Spencer’s started combing a hand through his hair to fix it—must have been another part of his affected morning routine—his lips set in a pout as he tries to see his reflection in his dark monitor. He always looks good, even without trying, but now—
“You’re wearing glasses,” you say dumbly.
“My contacts dried out,” he grumbles, still focused on his hair. “We got home so late last night I forgot to put them in their solution, and I had no time to fix them because my neighbor messed up my whole morning.”
You nod, still unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Are you gonna keep wearing them?”
“I don’t know. Contacts are better for cases because I’m not worried about them falling off or fogging up, but I usually sleep on the jet on the way back, and sleeping with contacts in isn’t good.” He smiles a bit as he fully turns to you, seemingly satisfied with his hair. “It reduces the amount of oxygen that gets to your cornea, which damages the cornea’s surface and makes it harder to regenerate new cells. Sleeping with contacts actually makes you six to eight times more likely to get an eye infection.”
You nod again, your brain still not quite working at full power. You always love listening to Spencer’s fact dumps—it gives you a lot of material to impress your non-BAU friends with on the side, and you’re eternally thankful for that—but right now, you seriously cannot focus.
You’d never really thought about him in glasses, but that’s probably a good thing if this is how it makes you feel.
You were valedictorian as an undergrad, and you received stellar feedback from your professors during your masters program. You’re an excellent profiler, a valued member of the BAU, and you’re a goddamn FBI agent.
And yet you can’t find a single thought in your head because your coworker showed up to work wearing glasses.
He’s still rambling about other common causes of eye infection and how nobody seems to take them as seriously as they should, when Derek, not even trying to hide his grin at your turmoil, speaks up.
“Reid. Wanna cool it a bit?”
Spencer’s eyes dart over to him for a moment before he stops. “Uh— sorry.” He frowns as he looks back at you. “Why do you ask? Do you not like them?”
“No,” you blurt out, and you shake your head a multitude of times. “No. They look great. You look great. They’re—” You dig your nails hard into your palm as you try your hardest to smile like normal, and this time you nod. “They’re good, Spence.”
“Thanks.” Spencer does that little smile-nod combo of his, and he pushes his glasses back into place with his thumb by the bottom of the frames. “That’s nice to know I’ve got another option.”
You thank whatever god may be out there that Hotch and Penelope are busy in their offices and JJ is busy with some other case, because you think you would die if anyone else saw you like this.
“Hey, Reid,” Emily says, also not doing a very good job of hiding her amusement. You hate your team sometimes. “They’re almost out of sugar in the breakroom. If you want coffee the way you like it this morning, you should probably get in there.”
“What?” Spencer shoots up, his brows already furrowing into a frown. “That— that’s ridiculous. I can’t mess up my morning any more.”
“You’d better get in there, then,” she remarks.
“We’re an entire office of agents running on coffee,” Spencer complains as he starts walking. “How are we almost out of sugar?”
“Because half of ‘em drink it black,” Derek says, and Spencer shakes his head with a sigh as he leaves.
“That’s ridiculous.”
You bury your head in your hands the moment he’s gone and Derek laughs. “I wish I could’ve gotten that on video.”
“Don’t talk to me,” you groan. “It is not fair of him to walk in like that.”
“And that is why I call him pretty boy.”
“He needs them to see,” Emily says with amusement as she leans against the side of your desk. “You just can’t control yourself.”
“I need to transfer offices,” you say, shaking your head. “I can’t do this.”
“You should ask him out!” Derek encourages. “He’d probably say yes.”
“Absolutely not,” you insist. “I doubt he likes me like that. A— and even if he does, that’s the last thing either of us need right now.”
“I don’t know,” Emily muses. “It looks like you clearly need something.”
You let out a frustrated noise as you screw your eyes shut. “I’m doomed.”
You hear Spencer say your name, and when you look over at him, one hand still pressed against your head, you see he’s got two cups of coffee in his hands. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you say weakly. “I’m great. Why?”
“I got you one too,” he says, holding one of the mugs out to you. “The one you have is probably cold by now, and it looks like you need an extra kick to get through all those reports.”
“Thanks, Spence. That’s sweet.” He nods as you take the proffered mug, and you swear your cheeks are as warm as the coffee. He is really testing your strength today.
“You— you have a lot,” he says, and you huff a dry laugh and nod. “I’m not trying to be sarcastic. I could take half of them if you want?”
Your grip tightens on the mug and you can feel Derek’s eyes on you. “I couldn’t make you do that, Spence.”
“You’re not!” Spencer exclaims. “I can get through mine really quickly—we worked together for almost the whole last case so I can do all of that anyways.”
“...You’re sure it wouldn’t be an imposition?”
“I’m sure,” he nods. “Besides, I offered. I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to.”
And god damn him, because he nudges his glasses back into place again, pushes a strand of loose hair back into place. You’re dying over here.
You set the mug of coffee on your desk and pick up the top half of your pile. “All yours, Spence.”
He takes the bottom half and smiles at you, and you smile back before he walks back to his desk. You are dying over here.
“Let me know how I can pay you back,” you say, and he shakes his head.
“You don’t need to pay me back.”
“Really?”
Spencer nods. “I mean, Morgan invited us all out on the jet last night, and I don’t think I can do it alone. If you can get out of the office in time, I don’t have to. I think that's enough of a payback.”
“Yeah,” you say. “I’ll be there.”
He smiles again and nods, then he picks up a pen and focuses in. You turn back to your desk, your face burning.
“What was that about him not liking you like that?” Derek says.
“Quiet!” you whisper-yell, swatting him with the pile of files in your hand. “He might hear you!”
“He’s not hearing anything while he’s focused on that,” he says. “That just means you can ogle him more.”
You groan again, letting your forehead fall into your palm. “I’m pathetic.”
“I think you’re right.” Emily chuckles as she stands up. “You are doomed.”
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fluff#x reader#sadie writes
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Strictly Business Pt 3
Summary: Spencer wants to gain sexual experience before asking out his dream date. You just want a way to release stress. What could go wrong?
Pairings: Spencer Reid x F. BAU Reader
Warnings: Smut. Oral (m.receiving). 18+ only. Minors DNI. Typical Criminal Minds violence and case descriptions.
W/C: 1.1K
A/N: I’m on vacation this week, so Part 4 might be a little off schedule.
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You settle between Spencer’s thighs grabbing his boxers and pulling them down his legs. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” He tells you as you bring your mouth toward his throbbing cock.
“Are you kidding? You just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I want to do this.” He stops his objections when your mouth closes around his tip. “Did you know the word fellatio comes from the Latin word for suck?”
Of course he’s rambling off facts right now. It’s probably because he’s nervous. “Spencer, just relax. I want to make you feel good. Just focus on me.” He nods his head in agreement.
You wrap your mouth around him. You trace the veins along his length with the tip of your tongue. He jerks his hips in response. You slowly take him to the back of your throat. He whimpers, placing his hands on your head to hold you in that spot.
You look up at him, his eyes are squeezed tightly shut. You moan around him. You love seeing him come undone like this. You bring him back out, slurping the tip. Your hand does most of the work.
“Please?” He begs. You slide him back in your warm mouth. He thrusts forward. You hollow your cheeks, beginning to to suck. Spencer rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb rubs gently against it.
You take him all the way in, swallowing around him when he hits the back of your throat. His grip in your hair tightens as you repeat the action. “I’m… I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He tries to pull himself out of your mouth. But you place your hands on his thighs, taking him impossibly deeper. You hear him moaning something that slightly resembles your name as he spills down your throat.
“No one has ever done that for me. That was incredible. Thank you.” You smile at him, accepting his praise. He grabs your hands, helping you to your feet. “Do you want to stay for a while? We could cuddle.”
You instantly regret saying it. You know what this is, but you crave for him to hold you after the night you just had. “We probably shouldn’t cuddle or spend the night after we do this.” “You’re right. I wasn’t thinking.” You explain.
He pulls his clothes back on, watching as you do the same. You follow him to the door leaning against the frame as he walks a few doors down to his room. Both of your attention is drawn down the hallway when you hear footsteps.
Rossi reaches his room, brown paper bag in hand. He looks both of you over. There is no hiding the messy hair and flushed cheeks. There would be no denying what you had been doing. “Rossi, I can-“ Spencer starts. Rossi shakes his head, a smile spreading across his face. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
The night off was beneficial to the whole team. Everyone was at the top of their game. You helped Spencer with the geographical profile. You weren’t sure how the two of you got any work done.
You couldn’t stop looking at each other. Your smiles were so wide, they threatened to split your faces. Rossi walked in to tell you what JJ had found at the crime scene. “You know if you want to keep this quite, you’re going to have to stop looking at each other like that.”
Hotch came in wanting someone to go to the latest victim’s house with him. You decided Rossi had a point, so you quickly volunteered to go. When you were leaving you thought Spencer looked a little hurt. But you had to be imagining it.
You opened the victim’s laptop. You call Penelope so she could go through it. “Mistress of all things wonderful here. How can I be of assistance?” “Hey Pen, I need you to take a look at this computer for me.”
“I’m on it! Hey, have you talked to boy genius lately?” It felt like your heart stopped beating. There was no way she could know. “Um, I was with him a little while ago. But, I went with Hotch. Why, is everything okay?”
“Im not sure. He was acting stranger than normal when I talked to him earlier. I thought if anyone knew what was wrong, it would be you.” When you got back to the station, you learned Penelope was right. Spencer was acting strange.
It seemed like he was avoiding you. He gave you short answers on the rare occasion he did talk to you. When you walked in the room, he would leave. Hotch asked both of you to go get dinner for the team. Spencer made every excuse to get out of going. At the end of the night, everyone went back to the hotel.
Spencer rode over with Derek, JJ, and Emily so he wouldn’t be in the same car as you. You were fuming. You text him to see what was wrong since he wouldn’t talk to you in person. When you got out of the shower, you saw he had read your message but ignored it.
You had all you could take. You storm out of your room, sprinting to his. You knock loudly on his door, not caring who you woke up. He opens the door, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “What is your problem, Spencer? I haven’t done anything to you and you’ve been ignoring me all day.”
He stands aside letting you in the room. “I’ve not been ignoring you.” You shoot him a death glare. “You are lying right to my face. I don’t know what I did. I just want to make it right.” He takes a seat on his bed.
“It was what Rossi said. I thought we were going to tone it down, but then you offered to go with Hotch so quickly. It hurt because I thought you were leaving so no one would know. I thought you were ashamed of what we did, embarrassed of me.”
His voice cracked when he explained himself. You felt horrible. You didn’t think he would misinterpret your intentions. “Spencer, I’m so sorry. I was just going with Hotch so we wouldn’t be all over each other all day. I thought if we had some space, it would help us chill out. I never meant to hurt you. I’m not ashamed of you at all. I just didn’t think you wanted anyone to know. You remember the talk Hotch gave us the other day? I thought we could just keep it between us… and Rossi.” You giggle.
Spencer contemplates your answer for a moment. “I’m sorry I behaved badly. I just didn’t know what to do.” You put your arms around him pulling him in for a hug. “This might be a bad idea if you’re going to react this way without talking to me first. Maybe we should stop.”
He shakes his head no. “It won’t happen again. Please, I need your help.” “Just promise me you’ll talk to me if anything bothers you from now on.” He smiles. “Deal.” He says linking your pinkies together.
Part Four
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late night talking; steve harrington
summary: steve harrington used to spend his friday nights partying, now he spends them curled up in bed, phone pressed to his ear, committing the sleepy tone of your voice to memory
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
requested: yes
warnings: none
notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.
"i thought you'd flaked on me, harrington." your smile was soft, giddy excitement swirling low in your tummy the second you heard steve's voice on the other end of the line. you tried to picture him, sprawled out on his sofa, telephone propped on his stomach, one hand on the receiver, the other holding the tv remote so he could set up that weeks movie. his house was probably dark, empty apart from him and you so badly wished you could go home, could spend the night tucked into his side instead of only being able to hear his voice. but you still had two weeks left of college, two more over the phone movie nights.
"on a pretty girl like you? never." you could hear the grin in his own voice, words softened by love and adoration. it was a tone you'd realised was reserved only for you. robin called it his "mushy lovesick voice" and steve never really argued because she wasn't exactly wrong, he was mushy and lovesick when it came to you.
"it's almost eight thirty."
"college is teaching you things, i see." you rolled your eyes even though he couldn't see you, brought the blanket further up beneath your chin. your muttered "har har" made him laugh, a snorted breathless sound that you could somehow feel against the warm skin of your cheek. you could imagine him hovering over you, pressing kisses to your face as he told you how sorry he was for being late, his breath warm and ticklish but comforting all the same. you missed his kisses. "dustin needed a ride home and for some reason couldn't ask nancy to just drop him off so i had to drive to the wheelers then to munson's then to his house."
"eddie's?"
"hmm, dustin left his latin notes there."
"isn't he failing latin?"
"i think he left the notes on purpose, apparently they'd been there about a week." you tutted, smirked a little as you tugged at the phone wire.
"your rebelliousness towards education is rubbing off on him, harrington."
"oh yeah, totally, it's not at all to do with the fact he spends most of his time talking to suzie or locked away playing d&d." steve huffed, a half exasperated sound and you knew it was because dustin was spending more time with eddie munson than with him. he'd never admit it but he was jealous, he liked knowing he was the older, experienced guy dustin went to for advice, he didn't like the idea of someone else taking that spot. "enough about dustin, you got the movie ready?"
since leaving for college, this was always how friday nights went. steve would call at eight, at the same time you'd press play on the movie you'd chosen the week before but you'd hardly ever really watch it. the next few hours would be spent talking about what you'd done the passed week, despite the fact you called each other almost every day, you always found something to talk about. you would tell steve about classes, about the new people you'd met and how everything seemed so different to back home. steve would tell you about robin and her all consuming crush on a girl from band, about the kids and their constant d&d campaigns, about lucas' position on the basketball team and how steve had been practicing with him when he wasn't working.
hearing stories about your friends back in hawkins made being away from them a little easier, settled that feeling of homesickness that always lingered over you ever so slightly. it was hard being away from them, but no where near as hard as being away from steve.
"yup, just need to press play, you got yours ready?"
"yeah, okay on the count of three?"
"mhm." steve was slow in counting but you made it work, dropping the remote down on to the comforter beside you afterwards. you could hear steve shuffling, the slight creak of his old sofa and another pang of longing sifted through your heart. "i have a confession."
"that sounds ominous." the opening credits of the breakfast club started playing on your little tv but you'd turned the sound almost completely all the way down, far more interested in what steve had to say.
"so, i rented the movie like three days ago because i knew i'd be too busy to do it today and then last night i finished studying early and i was bored so i watched it." a few moments of silence followed your words, the soft sounds of steve's breathing the only thing you could hear. it might not have seemed like a big deal to other people but movie night came with rules, the main being neither of you watched the chosen movie before friday or without the other. it was simple and straightforward.
“are you serious?”
“i had nothing else to do.”
“we have rules for a reason!”
“it’s not like i’m gonna tell you what happened.” robin had created a lengthy list of movies from the shelves at family video for you and steve to get through, most of which neither of you had seen. which was why you’d created the “no watching without the other” rule because if you were home these would be the movies the two of you would experience together and you still wanted that, you just had to work it into your new separation.
“that’s so not the point, i’ve never watched one of our movies without you.” your brow crinkled at that, eyes narrowing because steve had one hundred percent watched one of the movies without you. dustin had told you so himself.
“you’re such a liar, steve harrington.”
“excuse me?”
“you watched weird science with the kids!” he made a soft noise down the line, a sound that told you he’d been caught out. you twisted the phone wire around your finger, let your gaze stray to the photo of you and steve propped on your desk and the sight of it instantly warmed your heart. it had been taken just days after you and steve had been hired at scoops ahoy, both of you dressed in that ridiculous uniform, hats and all, grinning wide, toothy and so dizzyingly happy. steve was behind you, arms wrapped tight around your shoulders, his face nuzzled against the side of yours, cheeks smushed together. it was probably one of your favourite photos, it was so sickly sweet and innocent, neither of you worried about potential supernatural threats or college distances.
“who told you that?”
“dustin.”
“little shit.” you knew steve was shaking his head, could picture the way he frowned and rolled his eyes, head tipping back ever so slightly in disappointment. “in my defence, it was babysitting duties.”
“you couldn’t have watched something else?”
“no, it was the only movie i had.”
“you work in a movie store. y’know, where you can get movies whenever you like.” despite your words you couldn’t stop smiling, heart aching with the need to be close to him. you wanted to be teasing him in person so you could see the glint in his eyes and the soft pink that dusted across his cheeks.
“there was no way in hell i was leaving those dickheads alone in my house while i went to get a movie. do you know what happened last time?” you shuffled in the bed, propped yourself up against the heard board and brought your stuffed teddy into your chest. it was one steve had bought for you as a parting gift, sprayed with his cologne but despite the fact it had long since lost the smell you still kept it with you, a steady comfort.
“last time?”
“they thought it would be a genius idea to try and make pancakes and almost set my house on fire. the whole stove was in flames and lucas tried putting it out with tiny cups of water and just ended up flooding my kitchen floor. it was a- are you laughing?” steve cut himself off, shock and a tiny bit of offence creeping into his tone as your giggles got a little louder. “it’s not funny.”
“it kind of is. i mean, what were you expecting?”
“i don’t know? that they’d occupy themselves in my pool? that robin would be smart enough to be able to make pancakes.”
“robin was there?”
“it was her idea!”
"oh, stevie." your laughter was uncontrollable, giggles muffled ever so slightly as you pressed your face into the teddy in your arms. you could picture steve walking into his kitchen, shock and horror on his face, confused about how the hell they'd managed to ruin the once pristine space. you could imagine his bickering with robin, him calling her out for being the worlds clumsiest person, her trying to defend herself whilst most likely laughing behind his back and the kids. the kids would be trying their hardest to act sorry but no one is ever able to take annoyed steve seriously anymore. not when he walks around with a stripy kitchen towel slung over one shoulder.
"well, i'm glad it's amusing to you, had to throw away my pan." the smile in his voice was evident and it made you miss him even more, a tiny knot forming in the middle of your chest. it was hard sometimes knowing you were missing a lot, you were missing seeing the kids grow up and make their stupid mistakes and just sometimes a tiny voice in the back of your head would tell you to go home. and then a much louder voice, one that sounded suspiciously like steve, would tell you to stop being an idiot, they'd all still be there whenever you came back.
you opened your mouth to tell him you'd happily buy him a new pan but he was already speaking again, voice softer than before. “god, i miss you.” it was a whisper, so quiet it almost got lost before it met your ears but it still made your heart twist, stomach dipping.
“i miss you, too. so fuckin’ much, steve.” and it was true, before leaving for college you and steve had done everything together because before he’d become your boyfriend, steve harrington had been your best friend.
you’d learnt to ride your bikes together, taken swimming classes with each other, swapped your sandwiches at lunch time because steve hated crusts but his mom never cut them off. you’d been there the first time steve had broken his arm, the first time he’d fought with his parents when all he needed was love. you’d built forts and treehouses, collected frogs and spiders. steve had been right by your side the very first time you’d had your heartbroken and he’d promised he’d never let anyone hurt you like that again. at seven years old he’d given you a ring twisted from a paper clip and told you he was gonna marry you one day, had told you he loved you, that puppy love that only children really knew. but now at twenty he really loved you, the all consuming, heart crushing kind of love.
every second of your life had been spent with steve, you’d never really figured out how to go about it without him being there and college had been a struggle to adjust to. there wasn’t a single second that your heart didn’t ache with how badly you missed him, how much you wished college had been something you could experience together.
“when you’re home, you’re not leaving my house for at least a week.”
“your house or your bed?”
“both. i miss you.” you grinned, a face splitting smile and flopped back on your bed, tugging the blanket up beneath your chin from where it had slipped down. “you’re mine only for the first week, i want you all to myself before the kids start hogging you. dustin has already started planning what he wants to do, said he doesn’t even care if i have plans.”
“and do you have plans?”
“of course i do.”
“what are they?”
“a surprise.” you groaned at that, a low, gravelly sound that made steve laugh. his laughter sent a thrill of love through your chest.
“c’mon, you know i hate surprises.”
“trust me, you’ll love this one.” you pouted even though he couldn’t see you but still there was a small flutter in your stomach as the thought of whatever steve had planned. he may not have seemed it but he was the biggest softie at heart, more romantic than a john hughes’s movie and it always made you feel unconditionally loved. you knew without a doubt that whatever he had planned would have you falling even more head over heels for him, if that was even possible at this point.
your pout suddenly slipped into a smirk as you remembered the lilting tease to his earlier mention of keeping you bed bound. you tucked yourself further into the bed and let your eyes fall shut, letting your mind conjure up and image of your boyfriend lying on his sofa, all soft and fighting sleep. he hand one hand in his hair i’m your vision, his other hand fiddling with the telephone cord.
“so if i’m not allowed to hear about the big plan will you tell me about your plans to keep me in your bed? what exactly does that look like?” if your smirk was big, steve’s was even wider. you heard him shuffle, getting himself more comfortable and his voice had dropped ever so slightly lower when he answered you.
“oh that i can tell you all about, i’ve been thinking about it every night since you left.”
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Meet The Guardians Of The Galaxy
Summary: The Avengers meet the Guardians of the Galaxy for the first time.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader
Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 1.4K
A/N: I'm not sure what this is, but I was just thinking how it might go if the Avengers met the Guardians of the Galaxy. It started with the reader cooing at Groot and Bucky being jealous and this is what came out, lol, hope you like it! Needless to say, this doesn't follow the MCU timeline, like basically all of my other stories. Don't ask me how Thor knows the Guardians, the bitch just do. I also just needed Bucky fluff, like always, and I'm really happy how it turned out! Like always I appreciate asks and messages and am always up for it if you have any ideas.
Masterlist
By this point you’re very aware that there’s life on other planets, that the universe is a place much bigger than you ever imagined. Working with the Avengers allows you to see so many things that you never thought could possibly even exist.
Super soldiers, superheroes, enhanced individuals, even Thor himself is a demi-god from literally a different planet.
This particular demi-god is the reason why today you and the rest of the team find yourselves in the common room of the Avengers Compound, a spaceship casually parked in your yard.
They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Nebula, Drax and Mantis, literal aliens currently bickering amongst themselves because they came to earth to visit Thor the wrong day, resulting in Thor not being home for their arrival.
"Is that a plushie?" you ask, a little confused, pointing at a little teddy bear-like thing on Quill’s shoulder and effectively ending their search for who is at fault for their mistake.
He looks even more confused than you and asks "What the hell is a plushie? This is Groot, he’s a Flora Colossi."
You decide, for my own peace of mind, to ignore the latin and instead focus on the cute little thing on his shoulder who is now moving and looking at you weirdly.
"I am Groot." he says in the cutest voice ever.
"Oh my god, you're just adorable!" You say, reaching your finger out for him to hold, freaking out at his cuteness.
"I remember when you used to talk to me like that…" you hear Bucky mumble behind you, which makes you laugh and, with your attention still completely on Groot, you tell him "God, you really are a needy bitch, Barnes." at which everybody laughs.
"Yeah? And you’re just a bi-"
"Hey!" you basically yell, interrupting him and startling Groot.
"I’m kidding!" he quickly says, putting up his hands in defeat. With one last glare at Bucky, your attention turns back to Groot.
"I am Groot!" he says again.
"I know honey, you said that." you tell him.
"I am Groot." he says, yet again, at which Sam answers "Yeah, you’re Groot, got it."
Groot says "I am Groot." again and, before Sam can say something that you're sure is gonna be very rude, you turn to the Guardians and ask "Why does he keep saying that?"
Rocket is the one to answer "Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to I and am and Groot. Exclusively in that order."
His answer leaves you all a little dumbfounded but again, for your own sanity, you all seem to decide to let it go.
Instead Bruce asks "So how do you understand him?"
"We speak Groot." Nebula says like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"How can you speak ‘Groot’ if he says literally the same three words, in the exact same order, in the same way every time?" Tony asks, starting to get a little frustrated, probably because the genius can’t do something that seems to come really easy to a bunch of space idiots.
"We manage." Quill simply says.
At this point Groot reaches his little hands towards you, signaling that he wants to be picked up, so, before Tony can make any sarcastic comment, you look at Quill and ask, excitement clear on your face "Can I?" while pointing at an awaiting Groot.
"Sure." He says, and you very carefully pick him up and put him on your shoulder.
"Be careful not to move too fast, he’ll hold onto your hair for dear life." Gamora warns you.
"Noted." you say giggling a little when Groot sticks his tongue out to Gamora, then she does the same to him, making everyone else laugh too.
"Buck, look how cute he is." you coo at Groot who's playing with your finger.
"’s not that cute…" he says quietly but you hear him, and apparently so does Groot because he says "I am Groot." in a very annoyed tone that prompts a chorus of whoas and protests from the guardians.
"The acorns on you, kid!" Quill says, and everybody just knows he said some really bad words to Bucky.
"Who even taught you that word?!" Rocket sounds like an exasperated parent.
"I am Groot."
"What do you mean, Drax taught you?! WHY WOULD YOU TEACH HIM THAT?"
"The small tree asked." Drax says unbothered.
"Just because he asks doesn't mean you have to teach him dirty words!"
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"It's really common sense, Drax." Gamora interjects, calmer than Rocket.
"I am Groot."
"See, even Groot knows you don’t have common sense, Drax, that’s why he asked you." Quill says.
"I am Groot."
"I am not stupid, tree!" Drax glares at Groot.
"See, he’s not cute. He’s a disrespectful little shit!" Bucky says, also glaring at poor Groot.
"I am Groot." the guardians snicker, leaving the rest of you confused.
"What? What did he say?" you're too curious not to ask as Groot is now glaring back at Bucky.
"He said he doesn’t understand how a sweet person like you is with someone like him." Nebula translates, earning some gasps and snickers from everyone else too.
You look at Bucky trying hard not to laugh and he looks like he's about 5 seconds away from murdering Groot.
He takes a step towards you but Groot, still on your shoulder, makes the cutest little growl and starts flinging one of his arms around in Bucky’s direction, the other one holding to your hair so as to not fall.
"Oh, he’s ready to fight a bitch." you say unable to hold in your laughter any longer and the others follow you.
"What?" you turn around and Drax is giving you a confused look.
"What?" you say, calming down from your laughter.
"I do not understand. He does not resemble a female dog." he looks at Bucky and then back at you.
"He- I don- What?" you’re as confused as you’ve ever been, everybody else’s faces mirroring your own.
"His people are completely literal, he doesn’t understand metaphors." Rocket explains.
"Oh… fun." Tony says, still a little confused.
"Is it though?" you hear Gamora mumble, before Mantis starts giggling.
"It is!" she says with the joy of a kid on christmas morning.
"It’s really not." Nebula says casually, and from that the Guardians start bickering amongst each other.
You look at Groot who’s still on the warpath with Bucky and then at Rocket, the only one not saying anything.
He meets your eyes and simply says. "This is what I gotta live with."
"Oh, poor little racoon." you coo at him while laughing and that seems to stop the bickering.
"Hey, I am no racoon!" Rocket tells you defensively.
"I am Groot." Rocket groans and Quill snickers.
"Groot’s right, he’s a trash panda." he says knowing the people of earth will know why that’s funny.
Some of the Avengers laugh, but you gasp trying to hide your amusement for Rocket’s sake.
"You know, you might be right, Buck. He’s not that cute and innocent after all." you turn to your boyfriend, who gives you a slight pout.
"I’m cuter than him, right"- he asks you with those puppy eyes he knows make you melt.
"Aww, of course you are, baby." you give him a kiss on the cheek, almost forgetting about Groot on your shoulder until he talks again.
"I am Groot." the Guardians “aww” and coo at him but before you can ask, Mantis explains. "He says he understands now why you’re together."
"He says he can see how much you two love each other." Gamora finishes.
You smile at Groot and he smiles back before making the cutest yawn, looking at Bucky and doing grabby hands at him.
Bucky looks at you and you take his hand and guide it towards where Groot is, he’s uncertain but when Groot climbs on his hand Bucky looks almost like a little kid seeing a butterfly up close for the first time.
He brings Groot against his chest and the little tree gets comfortable and falls asleep almost immediately, while everyone else in the room coos at the two.
"This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen." you whisper, not wanting to wake up Groot, and Bucky looks up at you and flashes a smile bright enough to light up the whole of New York.
"I guess he is kind of cute." he says looking back down at Groot’s sleeping form, leaving everyone else snickering as quietly as they can, while he imagines how it would be to be like this one day with a baby that’s his and yours, and you can’t help but think the same thing.
Part 2
#bucky barnes#avengers x reader#bucky barnes x you#sam wilson#steve rogers#clint barton#tony stark#peter parker#natasha romanoff#avengers x platonic!reader#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x you#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes oneshot#guardians of the galaxy x reader#marvel fanfiction#bruce banner#guardians of the galaxy#drax the destroyer#peter quill#gamora#rocket raccoon#baby groot#mantis#nebula
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Favorite words: welsh edition
1. Caer- fortress- the first word you learn always has a special place in your heart. This was my first word in welsh.
2. Iawn-very- it palatalizes the word in front of it which is so fun. Da iawn is so fun to say. Fawr iawn. Hir iawn. Stormus iawn. Gwen iawn. You can’t go wrong.
3. Pili pala-butterfly- guys this is so cute it’s like butter fly. Yr pili pala? A butter fly? Wonderful. I did some research this word is probably a Latin borrowing.
4. Llyfrgell-library- this is so fun to say thats it.
5. Nghariad- lover, nasally mutated- this is the most wonderful word for a significant other it’s got everything. Possessive mutation. Comes from caru which is already one of my favorite words since it’s devoid from the Latin and Greek expectations of love words. Peredurs love is named the derivation of this in the mabinogi. It sounds fun. 10/10
6. Wledic- lord- this just comes up a lot in Middle Welsh texts. And I like it it sounds like lord so it’s easy for me to recognize and it also shows up as a descriptor in the triads and that’s fun.
7. Cerddoriath-music- find a prettier word for music I dare you. You can’t.
8. Pederfynu- decide- dude this one just shows up in o mi awn mi am dro by fleur de llys and I like that song a lot.
9. Cofia- remember- mostly this one has beautiful mutations. I love nghofia. Beautiful. Gofia? Graceful and wonderful. Chofia? She is my wife.
10. Goch- red, softly mutated- i am an anomaly in that i think the ch sound is so very very pretty. Also i like the way the coch verse sounds in cyfrif’r geifr.
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Teach Me (Part 1)
FINALLY STARTING MY NICO ROBIN FIC.
I haven't reached an ending that I feel satisfied with Forget Me so that will be on hold for now.
Might randomly update it though.
Warning : Omegaverse. Alpha!Reader x Omega!Nico Robin.
Summary :
You aren't smart.
And to be fair with you, you aren't that dumb either (Not as much as you thought anyway).
But this ridiculous crush on Nico Robin?
The hottest, smartest, kindest and straighest woman to ever live?
Probably one of your dumbest ideas.
You groan as you look over your history and latin exam papers.
How did it get so bad?
Why are you on the verge of failing right now?
"Where the fuck did I go wrong??" You groan again to no one in particular when your three sworn brothers came one by one.
You look at them and sigh.
Monkey D. Luffy. New member of the boxing team. His agile footwork and determination are a force to be reckon with. His dream is to surpass and defeat Kaido.
Portgas D. Ace. Quarterback of the football team. Ace is also a well-known playboy with his charms and good looks.
Sabo. The new member of the mma club. He actually wanted to get into politics but decided to change his mind and get into sports particularly, martial arts.
And there was you. All four you were known campus-wide as 4I.
It was an old nickname back from middle school that still stuck to this day because of Nami.
Once she called all of you that and you all turned to her, it was over.
"Where's Nami and Chopper?" You were desperate now, you can't fail subjects, it felt like you were losing the imaginary battle for Robin's heart.
Right. Nico Robin. One of the smartest students ever at GLU. She has so many awards to her name and she was still a student. You just know that her late mother would be so proud of her.
"Why are you looking for them?" Luffy asks as he settles in the seat beside you. Luffy's crew actually consists of Robin, Zoro, Chopper, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Franky, Brook and even a senior, Jimbei.
How they all got together was not disclosed to you. And you are not that curious. Your brothers have their own lives. They have their own friends.
"I need help." You groan as you show them your exam papers that barely passed. The three boys looked at it as you look away.
You stare at her from afar, knowing that she was reading yet another difficult book that would be too much for you.
"How can I ask her? Damn it, would she even accept it-" You mumble to yourself.
"Who do you need to ask?" Luffy asks and you glare at him.
"How did the three of you do on your exams?" The three sworn brothers of yours all pretended to be busy with their bags. "Answer me!" You growl at them and they all stop.
"Bad." "I failed two subjects." "I passed everything, hey!" You deadpan at Sabo.
"Really? Did you ace any subject?" He looks away at that and you groan. "I barely passed two subjects but I did good on everything else."
"How many subjects did you take this semester again?" You glare at Ace who just grins at you.
"I took seven! History and Latin are killing me right now." You groan as you look at your phone. "I need someone smart to teach me."
"Why not ask Robin then?" You perk up at that then you look at Luffy.
"What. Do you know her??" You were pretty sure that there are question marks floating around you by now.
"Yeah?" Luffy gulps down the food in his mouth. "She's friends with Nami and Chopper. They're both pretty smart too."
"Okay, I'm going to ask Chopper and Nami to intro-"
"HEY, ROBIN!" Almost everyone in the cafeteria looks at Luffy and you blush at the attention. Even Robin, the girl you've been wanting to ask out on a date raises an eyebrow at your direction.
"Luffy-" Before you could scold him, Luffy is dragging you already to Robin's table. "WHA- LUFFY-"
"Robin!" Luffy grins at Robin and you can't help the blush on your face as you looked everywhere but her. "Would you mind teaching my little sis, Y/N?"
"What little sis- We're the same age, you asswipe!" You hold Luffy's collar and he just grins at you.
"You're still little sis. You joined us last, after all."
"That's not how it works-"
"Sure." You stop at that then look at Robin. "I don't mind." You blush again as you release Luffy.
You'll forgive him this time.
-
You shouldn't have asked her.
Fuck. You're nervous and you haven't even seen her yet.
"Stop panicking, Y/N." You try to calm yourself down to no avail.
Both you and Robin agreed earlier to meet up in the library after 4 pm. It was right after your last class.
"Oh. You really did ask for her help." You turn around and see Nami and Chopper together with Franky.
"Hey, Nami. Hey, Chopper. Wait-"
"She's studying with us, idiot. Now, come on." Nami drags you inside the library and you clench your fist.
Of course, you two wouldn't be alone. Why did you think that was the case?
"You guys finally came." Robin greets and you spot Sanji beside her.
What the hell? Did they all just decide to meet up here or something?
"And that's my cue to leave. I still need to get to my next class. See you, Robin-chwan! Nami-chwan!" The lovesick cook bids his goodbye and you can't help the pit in your stomach.
The Strawhat Crew was a tight circle of friends. One that you didn't even try to get into even if Luffy insisted sometimes. You just didn't fit in with them.
"Did you call everyone else? Is Luffy going to be here too??" Nami asks as she places down her bag in the seat across from Robin.
"Sanji just stopped by when he saw me. It'd be a miracle if any of us can get Luffy in here." You wanted to agree but you opted to stay silent as you also place down your bag beside Chopper.
"Why are you over there?" Nami asks and you freeze at that. "Didn't you ask Robin for help? Sit beside her, for god's sake." You wanted to glare at Nami, to make her stop but you knew you couldn't. The woman scared you even if Luffy insisted that she was just intimidating. You nod in agreement and place down your bag beside Robin who hums as you get out your notebook and books.
-
You hate Latin. Why did you ever think it was a good idea to take this subject?
You groan in frustration as you scratch your head. Robin has been nothing but patient to you but you knew that she was also getting irritated by now.
"Let's take a break, shall we?" Robin says and you look at the clock.
"Shit. It's ten!?" You quickly shove your things inside your bag. "I'm so sorry but I have to go! I have work! Thanks for the help!" You run away from the group and Nami hums.
"Right. She has that dangerous part-time job of hers. I'm surprised that Ace and Sabo hasn't made her quit it yet."
"What job?" Robin asks out of curiosity and Nami hums.
"She's a security at a club. Undercover, actually since it's pretty fancy." Robin hums.
"Wait, what club?" Frank asks and Nami thinks about it for a second.
"Um. I think it was Amazon Lily."
"Wait, isn't that where Boa works??"
"Yep." Nami puts her focus back on her book as Robin thinks about you.
-
You change into your uniform and sigh.
You were late and got scolded by Boa again. Even though the both of you were the same age, Boa is already the manager of Amazon Lily.
"Sorry about being late, Sonia." You apologize to the bartender of the night who just smiles at you.
"You're still good, there's just a few customers right now." She places a non-alcoholic drink in front of you and you thank her.
You look around Amazon Lily and observe everyone.
Your job was simple enough. Prevent any disasters from befalling the club for the night.
Even if you were not as interested as your brothers into sports or martial arts, you could still hold on your own when it comes to fighting. After all, the four of you all had the same teacher. You shudder as you think about Grandpa Garp's teaching methods.
'Never again.' You think to yourself as you take a sip of your drink.
"You new here?" A woman asks as she takes a seat beside you and you smirk at her.
"No, ma'am, not new." You show her your id and badge then she giggles.
"You look young to be a security staff." And there it is. When people see your badge, they always doubt you.
"I am young, ma'am but trust me, I am also part of the staff." As if on cue, you hear a ruckus on a table and sigh as you put down your drink. You leave the woman alone and go to the table.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" You ask the man who was clearly drunk and yet still trying to pick up girls. Jesus. You hate men like this.
"What- I was just trying to talk to them!" The man defends and the alcohol breath hits you in full force. You sigh in exasperation and look at Boa who gestures to let the man out.
"Sir, I'm afraid that you're causing a ruckus now. Please leave the premise immediately or I wi-" He swings his fist at you with no warning and you quickly dodge it. "I warned you, sir." You quickly deliver a chop to his neck and he loses consciousness before he even hits the floor. "So sorry for that, madams. A round of drinks shall be provided on the house for your trouble." The stunned women just nods as you smile at them. You signal to one of the waitresses and she nods at you. You hoist the man from the floor and carry him outside.
"A fight?" Mari asks and you shake your head at her.
"A drunk." Mari hums as you place him on the curb and take his phone from his pocket. You text whoever is on there to pick him up and take his wallet. You take a picture of his id and hum as you send it to Boa. She only gives you a thumbs up and you pocket your phone. You secure his wallet and phone in his pants and go back inside. Mari should be able to keep an eye on him until he was picked up by whoever you texted.
Boa simply gives you a thumbs up and you just stare at her until she looks away from you.
"She was just complimenting you, you know?" Ran says to you and you shrug at her as you take your seat.
"I didn't do much."
"You literally just made sure our customers were safe, what do yo-" You shush Ran away and she hits you lightly before going back to her work.
Compliments were never your forte. Whether you were the one receiving or giving it.
You take out your phone for a second and hum as you see a text from Nami.
Nami : Are you still at work?
You raise an eyebrow at her question and glance around to see if Boa is watching. She wasn't so you quickly reply to Nami.
You : Why are you asking?
Nami : Just answer.
You groan at her. Nami was a frenemy of yours. She was intimidating as fuck and has always scared you. But she can be helpful when she can.
You : I am. WHY?
Nami : Photo attached.
You raise an eyebrow and quickly look away from your phone as you were surely blushing by now. Nami just sent you a photo of the Strawhat crew in somewhat fancy clothes. You were blushing because of Robin's clothes. She was wearing a revealing dress that left little to the imagination.
You : PLEASE DO NOT COME. NAMI, I'M BEGGING.
Nami : Too late. Even Luffy agreed already.
You : Can you at least make Robin change???
Nami : What? Why?
You : Because she's too-
Your reply gets cut off as Boa pinches your cheek.
"Y/N! What did I tell you about texting while working?"
"That I shouldn't do it?"
"AND!? What are you doing!?" You sigh.
"Texting. In my defense, something more distracting are coming."
"Robin?"
"What- how-" Boa rolls her eyes at you.
"I'm your friend, dolt. I've seen how you look at her." Boa glances at your phone and groan. "Shit. She really needs to change. You're going to drool." You blush at her.
"What-"
"I'm letting Mari know. Catch the jacket that I'm going to give you." You nod and you glance at the photo again.
'Fuck.' You feel your pheromones trying to release themselves but you don't let them. That was one of the things that Garp taught right. How to control your goddamn pheromones so Omegas won't be uncomfortable around you.
"Catch!" That was the only warning you get from Boa but you still manage to catch the measly thrown jacket. You hum as you wear it and hope to god that it will be enough.
-
After half an hour, you were observing everyone when almost everyone's eyes went to the door. You can't help but freeze as the Strawhat crew strides inside the club.
"Y/N!" Luffy runs to you and excitedly tells you about his practice today. You say sorry to him in your head already as you can't keep your eyes off Robin. That picture from Nami had nothing on the real deal.
"Y/N?" Luffy asks, oblivious as to why you're not functioning anymore, and Boa pinches your side to get you out of your daze.
"The jacket, dolt." She says and you quickly take off the jacket that your wearing and go up to Robin.
"Here." You say and put the jacket on her. "It can get cold in here." You defend the action and clear your throat. "You guys must want a table. There should be an empty one." You play the role of a proper host and lead them to their table.
"I thought you were security here?" Nami asks with an eyebrow raised at you and you nod.
"I am." You show your badge to them and Nami hums.
"Why are you not in uniform then?" You smile.
"Because it's easier to observe inside the club than outside." You hear a cry and narrow your eyes at some people in the corner. You quickly leave the Strawhat Crew's table and get in time as a glass was almost emptied on Daisy. You groan as your shirt get soaked and your abs get exposed.
"This shirt cost me 100 beris, damn it." You sigh and look at the woman before you, still holding the emptied glass then at Daisy who was clinging onto your back now. "Ma'am, is there any justifiable reason on why you are trying to harass one of our staff?"
"Harass? That woman brought the wrong order! It's only reasonable to-" The woman stops as you glare at her.
"Please leave this establishment right now. Amazon Lily is not responsible for your attitude nor are we going to continue serving your pompous ass. If she got the order wrong then just tell her! You don't have to dump a whole drink on her!" You can't help the growl that escapes you. The Amazon Lily staff were the kindest people you've ever met. They even tolerated you as their friend.
"What- Is that how you talk to a customer!?" The woman gets soaked and you look at Boa who just simply gives you the bucket and takes a picture of the woman.
"You are banned now. I suggest that you don't ever come back here again. My people are not your servants. They are only doing their jobs and they are to be respected. Go away." The woman scoffs then leaves as you console Daisy who still hasn't stopped shaking. "Take her to the back and get changed. I'll get Ran." You nod as you lead Daisy to the back room.
After you make sure that Daisy is going to be okay, you change your shirt and go back to the bar.
"Nice work." Sonia greets as she places a drink in front of you. You down the drink wordlessly and clench your fist to calm yourself down.
"You okay?" You hear a familiar voice ask and you look up to see Robin still in your jacket. You can't even appreciate that she looks good in the jacket as you nod.
"I'll be fine in a minute." You glance at Luffy who was enjoying eating at their table and hum. At least he was not being protective.
"It must be hard to control yourself. I know Luffy doesn't." You smile at that.
"One of the reasons why he got into boxing, really." Robin smiles at you. "Sorry you had to see all that."
"No worries. I didn't know Hancock is your friend."
"She's not. She's my boss."
"Boss? She studies at GLU."
"And she manages this place."
"That is actually amazing."
"It is. The owner is her adoptive grandmother. Not that it matters. Hancock is an amazing manager."
"Sounds like you admire her." You hum.
"I do. She's cool."
"Thanks for the jacket, by the way. I wasn't so sure with the dress but-"
"The dress looks amazing on you but uh- well- some people might hit on you-"
"They should. I need a date, to be honest."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yeah. I need to make Franky jealous."
"Oh. Oh. Y-you have a crush on him?" You try not to stutter. You already knew that you had a stupid crush anyway.
"Kind of? Bon Clay says I need to date more so here I am."
"What do you-" Before you finish, there was a crash and you turn around to see a drunk guy on the dance floor. "Fucking- sorry, I need to take care of that." Robin nods at you as you walk towards the drunk. She watches as you help the drunk guy's friends drag him outside.
"You're staring." Sonia says to Robin who hums.
"I didn't know she was that strong."
"Aren't you friends with Luffy?"
"Yes. Not her." Robin points out and Sonia nods.
"Y/N is- she's an introvert." Robin nods in agreement. "One of the reasons why she doesn't have a crew." Robin turns to Sonia.
"Not even Kuja?" Sonia shakes her head. "I thought she was."
"She's the only non-Kuja member that's allowed to work here."
"Why?"
"She saved Elder Nyon. Like three times, honestly, and the owner offered her this job." Robin hums as she takes a sip of her drink.
"She's the same as Luffy then? Always saving the weak?" You stop at her question and sigh. Ah. So that's why she approached you. Because you're the sister of Luffy. That's probably why she accepted teaching you too.
'I shouldn't bother her anymore.' You thought to yourself as you approach Hancock and Angel. Angel raises an eyebrow at you.
"Your crush is at the bar?" Angel says and you shrug.
"She's straight."
"And I thought Hancock was too but she went out with me."
"Don't assume people's sexualities, Y/N." Hancock agrees with her girlfriend and you smile sadly at them.
"She just said that she has a crush on Franky. Oh. And she only agreed to teach me because of Luffy."
"Shit. She really said so?" You nod and Angel pats your back.
"You'll find someone else. Another Omega who'll take one look at you and claim you." You raise an eyebrow at Hancock then at Angel.
"Like you did with Angel?" Hancock blushes then slaps your arm. "Ow. That hurts, Boa."
"Shut up." You laugh at her blushing face and Robin looks at you.
Oh. She has never seen you smile before.
Robin stares at you before her attention was taken by Nami waving her hand in front of her face.
"You okay?" Robin nods at her. "We're going. Zoro is drunk and Luffy has eaten his fill. These two should be grateful that they have their sports. Seriously."
"Oh. Okay."
"Have you seen Y/N? I have to give her something."
"She's right there." Robin points out where you last were but you were nowhere to be found. "Uh."
"Luffy giving you trouble, Nami? I can carry him?"
"Zoro might need it more."
"Ugh. Zoro stinks."
"He's a customer?"
"So? He still stinks of alcohol."
"Damn. You ruthless. Here." Nami holds out a pamphlet and you raise an eyebrow at her as you take it.
"Tashigi wanted to invite you to the kendo club but she didn't see you earlier so she gave me that when she knew that I was going here."
"Oh. Huh. I never used a sword in my life though?"
"She can teach you?"
"No, Thank you. Sports are not for me. I'd rather read."
"How are you failing two subjects?"
"History and I never agreed with each other. Just ask Luffy. Latin is just- hard."
"Why did you take it then?"
"Because learning a new language is awesome... In theory. It's so hard." You whine and Nami laughs at you. You both stop when Zoro comes over the bar and orders more sake from Sonia. You and Nami look at each other and she points at him.
"No. Not yet, one-"
"Do your job." You groan at her then approach Zoro.
"Zoro, bro. You're cut off. Let's get you home."
"Bro. I will literally carry you. Stop drinking." Zoro takes one look at your serious face and groans.
"Fine. I'll stop. You should probably carry him, though." He points to Luffy who was so full that he's sleeping on the table.
"I will. Gather everyone up at front. I'll be there in a second." Nami gives you a thumbs then she, Robin and Zoro walk outside the bar. You see the other Strawhats follow suit and hum as you carry Luffy through your shoulder.
"He's not dead, is he?" Hancock asks and you smile at her.
"Certainly feels like it." You grunt as Luffy mumbles something in his sleep then continue walking outside.
"I didn't know Luffy drunk this hard???" Mari asks you as you carry him outside.
"He didn't drink." You say as a matter of fact.
"What???" Mari asks again, just as confused.
"He ate." You grin at her then brings him to his crew.
"Makes sense now." Mari mumbles to herself.
"Heya, Strawhats." You say and everyone turns to you. All of them stifling a laugh as they see you carrying Luffy like a sack. "So, who's-"
"Chopper. He didn't drink anything at all." You hum.
"He's the designated driver?"
"He and Franky somehow always lose rock, paper, scissors." You snicker just as the van stops in front of you.
"Heya, Y/N!" Chopper greets you and you grin at him.
"Heya, Chopper! Wait, where do I place-"
"On the back, Zoro will sit with him." Nami says and you nod as you carry Luffy to the back of the van.
"Thanks, Y/N." Zoro bumps his fist lightly on your shoulder and you nod at him.
"Be careful driving, Chopper!" You wave them goodbye after making sure that they're all accounted for. You sigh in relief as they drive away and just as about you were about to enter the club, you groan. "The jacket. Damn it! That was- wait, whose jacket was that??"
Meanwhile...
Robin plops down on her and sighs in relief as she takes off her high heels.
Clubbing was not her forte. At all. She shrugs off the jacket that you gave her then she smiles. Your scent was still clearly on it. She sniffs the collar of the jacket and smiles.
'It smells like sandalwood.' She noted in her head. 'Cooling and relaxing.' She places the jacket on the side of her bed then she gets ready to sleep.
As Robin lays down on her bed, she pulls the jacket closer and your scent envelops her. She sleeps that night, body completely relaxed and comfortable.
-
"Wait, whose jacket was that, Hancock??? Did you give somebod-"
"It was yours, idiot. I knew you forgot about it." You tilt your head at her.
"Mine???? Why do you have my-"
"Because you gave it to Ran when some customers tried to harass her after her shift. You beat them up a week ago, remember?"
"Oh. Oh! That time!" Hancock groans at you.
"You idiot really is Luffy's sister." She mumbles as she gets back into her office.
-
A/N:
ROBIN FIC!!
God, it took me months just to get this out, sorry about that.
Also, might be irregular posting.
Thanks for reading!
#one piece x reader#one piece#nico robin x you#nico robin x y/n#nico robin x reader#nico robin imagine#nico robin#omegaverse fanfic#omegaverse fic#omegaverse
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Wrong Summoning
Peter B Parker (demon) x reader
NSFW Warning
Imagine trying to summon an incubus but you don't have the correct material and summon a gluttony demon instead.
Don't worry he's very gluttonous for the taste of you!
( if it gets popular I'll do part two of just pure smut)
It was a cool summers night. The night was still young, many people were littered along one of the main streets, chasing fun and dancing to the music to various pubs and clubs alike. Rambunctious laughter could be heard echoing outside your apartment.
Your friends loved the nightlife, you though....not so much. No matter how much they try to plead and bribed you tonight it all fell short. You glance back at your window, seeing them hobble to a club across the street, you sighed. Partying wasn't your scene, tired it once and never again. Left a bad taste in your mouth. But you digress. A good book was better than being in a dark lit room, bumping against sweaty strangers.
Besides you had other plans today. You see the only good thing about a club compared to a book was that a book couldn't get you dicked down. Sure you have an entire shelf filled with nothing but erotica and your old reliable toys to keep your horny fill. However, it wasn't enough anymore. No matter how much you read, how much you fantasized, how hard you played with yourself, it only led with two outcomes.
1. You couldn't cum.
2. You didn't feel satisfied no matter how much you fucked yourself silly.
You weren't left with many choices either . You were too shy and meek to really be interested in a relationship. Even when it came to flings you felt awkward about it. Mostly cause you live in the heart of the city's party district and the last time you tried a one night stand with some flirtatious hunk it ended badly. You kept seeing him around to the point you started to freak out that he was stalking you. You really didn't want to be riddled with paranoia once more.
Your last option was stupid, but decided that this somehow was better than the rest.
You aligned a summoning circle with finishing touches. Brushing your timber wooden floors with blood and rosemary mix, you wrote the incarnation that was in the book beside you.
Oh yes you were reduce to this. Summoning an incubus. While you don't really believe in the supernatural, you thought why not. It's not like anything bad will happen. A lot of smut that you read, well not a good source of factual material, was maybe influencing your horny mind too much right now. And if nothing happens, well at least you had your own version of a wild night to tell your friends about , low key going insane and becoming a blood version of Picasso (yeah probably shouldn't tell them that...).
The book beside you, you found it at a little second hand bookstore. You were looking for a new mystery novel when you saw the old thing slip of the top shelf and landed right on your head before falling on the floor. Its pages directly landed on how to summon a lust demon. It was like fate. And you willingly accepted it.
The old book was hard to encrypt. Most of the summoning list was layered in vagueness and rhyming its ingredient and steps. But you think you got the gist of it. You may have substituted some items with things you could easily get your hands on at your local supermarket. You hope the demon wasn't picky that you used your espresso martinie scented candles instead of votive candles, among other things you used.
Your last key piece was lighting up the candles under moonlight. You light each one and read out the chant that was in your book. A slight breeze swept through your apartment despite having all your windows closed. It cause you to shiver on instinct. The flames of the candles flickerd but remained intact.
"Did it work?" You thought to yourself, skeptical at your handy work. "Maybe I said it wrong", You question yourself further. You had to use Google translate to understand how to pronounce the Latin words, maybe you should have used a more reliable translator?
"No didn't work, the incubus is suppose to come out of the summoning circle." You correct yourself, looking over the illustration of the old book once more before trying to summon it once more. And again. And again.
It wasn't working.
You slapped your face, muffling a desperate scream with your hand, you chucked the damn book at the summoning circle. Walking to your kitchen you grabbed a bottle of wine. Not even bothering with a glass you took a swig at it. You sigh glancing back at the contents of your fridge. You had a whole bag filled with pigs blood. 'Great what are you going to do with that!?'
"Your fucking stupid y/n!!! Believing that this was real. Get your damn head of the clouds, now I've gotta spend my Saturday night cleaning blood, chalk and other shit off my floor!" You slammed you fridge shut in anger. The light if the fridge disappeared, leaving you in complete darkness. That's odd, the candles gave off-
You looked over to your lounge room. You had to double take the situation. Your candles were completely out. Not even a wick of puffed out smoke filtered through the air. What was even weirder was that the moonlight no longer shined down onto your floors, despite no clouds blocking the moon. Your room was blanketed in darkness.
You gulped.
Oh it definitely worked.
You look a step into the room, inspecting your room closer.
"Hello?" Your voice was meek, practically a whisper. Yet you were only met by the unnatural coldness of the room. If it wasn't so dark you could probably see your breath. What you also noticed was that the outside music and laughter was pretty much drowned out in complete silence. Not a peep or a creek. Only your heart beat that thumbed through your ear drums.
Just then a ominous red glow came from the summing circle. You relied on instinct pretty much at this point, running behind the couch to hide. You were terrified but still curious, you peaked from the armrest.
The glow from the circle swirled forming ominous red smoke. The ground cracked open with a mighty shake, cries from the damned within bled into your room. A black claw came out first, reaching to the sky before landing itself on your floor, digging it's nails on the wood as it clawed towards itself. It was hard to see the full picture of this beast as the smoke covered most of its body but what was clear was his black obsidian-like ram horns that glistened despite no natural light. His eyes glowed deep crimson red as he stared into nothingness. His mouth opened, giving you a side view of his small but sharp incisors. He seemed lost in thought, like confused as to why he was here. That was that until he stopped and found you .He's eyes felt it bore into your soul, as of he was judging your sins.
You involuntarily gasped as you fully hid behind the couch now. Your skin was riddled with goosebumps, hair sticking on ends as you shake in place.
'Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope ,nope , fuck this shit' you stressed out, clearly having a internal struggle with yourself with the whole situation Infront of you. You regret being too horny that you summoned a fucking demon. And demons are real??? Oh God it's gonna kill you.
You anticipated for the worst.
But nothing happened.
You remained in the same place and so did the demon.
What you didn't expect was a throaty chuckle.
"Heh, sorry about the floor." The demon said with a hint of regret in his tone.
"And it's hard wood too. Damn really gone fooled this up already. Ah we could probably smooth out the scratch marks out. Maybe through a rug over it. If it can't be seen it's not there, yeah ? Yeah! That could work. Rugs bright out a room more-" He kept rambleing on to much of your confusion.
The demon looked about at the couch that you hid behind, taking notice that you haven't said anything or pretty much ignored his suggestions. He could sense he already stuffed up his introduction with you. So he tried again. Properly this time.
He coughed to clear his throat and began to speak once more. " Where are my manners." He clicked his fingers, re-lighting the candles around him, burning even brighter with his magic that it lit up the room, all still be a bit dimly.
"My name is Peter. How can I be of service to you Master" he says placing his hand over his chest as he kneel before you."
Peter could hear you shuffle behind , but still you didn't allow him to see your presence. He was even more confused, tilting his head to the side. He was so confident that you were the one that summoned him, he could feel the summoning pact from you. He looked around the small room . It was certainly a lot different from his last summons. More homely, warm even. He notices that everywhere he looked the walls there littered with books shelves stacked with both new and old books. 'So my master is a reader, huh?' He thought, thinking the likely reasons for his summons tonight.
"You have quite the collection of books don't ya?" He tries once more to start a conversation. " Gosh it's giving me cozy library in the middle of a country side vibes if I do say so myself. Bet you take pride in your collection, I can tell" he gleems a cheeky smile as he glaces some of the titles he hasn't seen before.
You really has no ideas what to say. One moment your terrified of him, then he's saying sorry and complimenting your books. That last part surprised you the most. Most people who you met would bring up the subject but then say nothing else. Your friends thought it was a boring hobby. Made jokes about being an old woman and all that.
You thanked the demon in a whisper.
"No problem!!" The demon chimed.
"Soooo am I able to see you, I mean I can pretty much do my job just right here perfectly fine but I wouldn't miiiiiiinnnnd , seeing my Master". He asked in a playful tone.
You debated over this, he looks scary but seems nice? Kinda awkward but nice. Removing yourself from your crappy hiding spot wouldnt put you in danger anyway. Regaining your thoughts You did make sure to salt the circle to prevent the demon moving outside of it. So even if he could try to harm you, he can't.
You slowly emerge and stand in front of the demon that you summoned. Now with the light of the candles and no fog you could get a better look at him properly. Along with the features you described before , he was tall, like bean pole tall. Certainly towered over your small frame.
He has the classic small black bat like wings on his back and an imps tail. His face featured that of a man in his mid 30s, a bit of scruff and distinct crooked nose. He was shirtless, but wore thin cotton robes. He looked very odd to be a incubus. Certainly you must have gotten the short end of the stick. He wasn't really your type.But you weren't complaining. He looked goofy. Major DILF vibes from him. Certainly was showing it through his dad bod. He was toned but not too much. Has a bit of chub with his gut that looked kinda cute hanging out-
Oh maybe he was your type. Wow okay then. You learn something new every day.
You felt too hot underneath his gaze, you hope that he couldn't see how bush was already forming. Your shyness was already creeping up on you once more as you looked away. The wine from before wasn't helping you.
But the demon kept staring at you. Finally, he broke the silence first.
"Huh?" Peter said out of disbelief, tilting his head the other side.
You looked back at him with confusion on your face. "What ?"
"Oh nothing, I just didn't know my master would look well like you." He says, gesturing his hands to you . This caused you to raise your brow. 'Did he notice your blushing or something. Was there something on your face ?' You thought, touching your cheek.
He took notice of your hand movement, quickly trying to resolve the situation once more
"Ah no I didn't mean it a bad way kid. It's just most of the time it's old men who summon me. Not that I'm saying I prefer that, it was a surprise, a nice one. No ,no you look lovely, oh gosh Peter stop messing this up again." He rambles on with apologies one after another.
It was a sight to see him jumble up with his words. He whole thing was so comical it gave yourself a chuckle.
He pause momentarily, looking back at you once more. His guilty face relaxed at your laughter. He signed out of relief.
A crooked smile was on his face as he relaxed a bit and started to speck without a speck of worry this time. "I'm really sorry can we start again?"
You nodded.
"My name is Peter!" He introduced himself, giving a small curtsy, chuckling at his actions. You matched his laughter. He beemed at your response, his wings flapping with glee as his tail wagged and hit your floor with each thump.
To you he looked like a golden retriever at this moment.
The tension in the room was no longer there. The coldness started to slowly dissipate, as a warmth grew between you two.
"It's nice to meet you" you say.
"Likewise~" he hummed, fiddling with his fingers he continued. "Soooo what gluttonous desires do you request of me?" He gets down to the point now.
Your face was stricken with confusion and he noticed. "gluttonous desires?". You repeat back his words.
"Yep that's what I was summoned for. I am a Glutton demon after all" he chimed, puffing his chest with pride.
You didn't really didn't know how to react. You were literally dumbfounded. Clearly you fucked up big time. You didn't respond to him for quite some time. He notices the stress riddled on your face.
"Master?" Peter called out to you. He grew concerned at your sudden change of expression.
He calls for you once more but you ignored him. You collapsed on the couch, placing your hands on your head you quietly sweard underneath your breath. You drag your hands on your face, hiding most of it from him.
He awaited for some sort of answer. And you gave it.
"I think I summoned the wrong demon" you state, not even bothering to look at him.
"You think you summoned the wrong demon". He repeats back dumbfounded.
Silence once again were between you two. Peter took upon himself to speak up.
"Ah okay not a problem, things like this happen" he says with a convincing voice. He flaps his hand in an 'no worries' movement.
"Really?" You ask, looking at him in shock and relief.
"Well no" He commented.
Fuck
" Well best no the beat around the bush, you got me curious now. What were you trying to summon then" he asks curiously, a bit too happy about all this.
You really didn't know if you even should say it. It was bloody embarrassing now. You were red as a beetroot and he certainly looks noticed that now. His eyes gleams at you with such delight. He took pleasure from your internal anguish.
"Well...you see...it's a funny story". You start to explain.
"Mmm, oh I love funny stories. Do tell ~" he says, plopping himself down on the floor, his hands cupped his face as his tail once more flickered back and forth.
"But maybe keep it to, 'long story short', it looks like my Master is turning red as hells fire itself!" He snorts at his own joke, wrinkling his face with a wicked smile as he slaps his knee.
You don't know how you could possibly go more red.
"I was ..."
You looked back at him but quickly looked down to the floor. You couldn't see his face right, hes being a right smug bastard.
"You were?" He trys to push for you to continue.
You sighed, shutting your eyes as you spoke next.
"I was trying to summon.....an incubus"
....
....
He snorts
And breaks in full laughter.
Peter looked absolutely enthralled by this whole ordeal. He would have never expected a little cutie like you would be summoning a demon of that caliber. He found you too shy and gentle for you wanting to experience raw an untamed lust. But he really shouldn't judge a character by the book. No, this whole meeting with you he found you blushing from ear to toe, first thinking it was out of embarrassment. Now he knows why. And now you piped his interests even more. A bit of him felt flattered that you even thought he was an incubus. His chest swelled with an unknown feeling. Not bad, and not good. It was a pleasant warmth. But he pushed that feeling away fast. He needs to focus on this little minx who summoned him. And oh boy, does he really have a lot to handle at the moment.
Peter wipes a tear from his eye as he tries to get a hold of himself. "Sorry sorry, heheh.. It's just..hahehe" he keeps laughing between.
"Okay okay. I'm fine now sorry. Tell me, you didn't substitute anything, beside the candles that smell heavily right now." He says, taking notice of the candles coffee scents.
"I used pigs blood. Didn't have sage nor Peony so used rosemary and hydrangeas instead", listed.You didn't even bother to look at him. You were too shamed of yourself.
"You're supposed to use your own blood. Creates a greater emotional connection between the incubus and the summoner. Pigs blood is the go to, to call a glutton demon. As for the other item, I have no clue how it affected the summoning but yeah. You botched it missy." He rants.
"I can see that" you sign. "So I'm really sorry but I don't really need your services, so you can just-" you point at the cracks of your floor boards " go back".
"Doesn't work like that kid" he mumbled.
"What!!!" You finally looked at him. "what do you mean, can't you go back?".
"Nope! I am here until a gluttonous desire has been filled. If you read that book correctly you should have known this already, tisk, tisk" He sings, clearly taking pleasure in your pain right now.
Peter slowly gets up from the floor, he stands in front of you as you were sitting, towering over you. He draws back a devilish smile, his fangs protrude out as his forked tongue slowly licks them. You sit in horror. The man before you, who joked and teased you looked down right sinful. You felt small, powerless despite him being caged right now. You gulped as your eyes met his teeth. You wondered how his teeth would feel on your skin, sinking into your neck. You were far too stressed out and humiliated right now, but a familiar warmth spreads down to your groin. You squeeze you legs together as you felt the start of your arousal. God you were pathetic. You hoped he didn't notice, but ooooh this demon did.
Peter chuckled lowly, he was enjoying the sight of ya. Your struggles was so fascinating to him. He never had someone interested in him. Sexually he means. He was always summoned by the power of greed, obsession. Powerful men wanted more power that a mere mortal can hold. Being the demon brought from gluttony, overindulgence was his way of life. And being the selfless demon that he is he doesn't mind sharing his way to others. Certainly doesn't mind when all his Masters, one by one are ruined from it. All their belongings, their pride and worth stripped away by the very thing that they wanted more of. He took great pleasure from it. And in turn kept his own gluttonous desires satisfied.
But now he has an opportunity to try something new. You brought it upon yourself to him on a silver platter. He first thought when he took a look at the situation that he was in was that something on the topic of books was your desire. Your link with him was not completed since you messed up his summoning, so he couldn't get a feel of his masters connection with him. No sense of obsession or greedy need from you. But Peter didn't need any of that.
You were an open book.
You wanted him.
And how can he neny that.
Certainly not when he too felt hungry.He didn't want just a nibble, or a taste. No, Peter wanted to devour you whole. He is gluttonous after all.
"Oooh Master~?" He practically purs towards you. He leans down at much he could with the barrier blocking him. You could feel his breath on your face.
"Were you really that dick hungry that you couldn't think straight with the summons. That eager to be fucked like the good girl that you are, that you couldn't even read the simplest of instructions. Now look at what it left you with. Nothing. Poor baby, noones here to please you, worship this gorgeous body until you cry out to God. Oh but he won't respond to sinners the likes of you love. Your too fucking gone now, tainted by lust."
You whined.
You really should be ashamed of yourself, but the way Peter spoke to your felt so right to you. Your panties were damp, and he hasn't done anything to you yet. You grew more needy for him, from just his teasing alone. You wanted to reach out and touch his pale and blackened skin. But you couldn't.Be damned, you were scared. Not getting cold feet or anything but he wasn't even an incubus. Your mind went a mile a minute, ending up with self doubt and negativity. He was just teasing you? Of course he was, you made a fool of yourself, he's just doing that for kicks.
"You know, I'm a pretty generous fella. I could help you. I believe this gluttonous desire would be more than enough to finish this ritual. What do you say Master~" he drags the last word as of he's breathless. He was getting ahead of himself with his eagerness.
"But your a glutton demon" you state.
"Mmm?" Peter responded, clearly not understanding what was going on with your mind.
"I thought gluttony was when your over eating." You say.
*Gasp*
"Certainly not. That's a harmful stereotype". He says in a shocked tone, crossing his arms, he looks away from you, he pouts.
"Ah shit sorry I-I didn't meant tha-"
But then quickly laughs it off, drowning out your apology. "Nah I'm just pulling your leg". He hums as he continues. " Gluttony is overindulgence." he corrects.
"Oh" you responded.
"And right now I want to indulge eating out your pretty little pussy~" Peter moans.
"Oh?...."
"Oh?" Again is puzzled by your reluctance.
'You're not messing with me, are you serious about this?" You questioned, still not sure if this demon is making fun of you.
"Yes~" Peter purred.
...
"If you don't believe I can beg fo-" " Ah that won't be necessary" You object but he does so anyway.
Peter instantly drops to his knees with a loud bang. His breath escapes him in a needy whine as he stared right at your with painful want. "Please, please Master let me taste you, I want to taste your pussy. Let drink from your sweet nectar. I can be your good demon for you. So good. If you let me. Use me. Order me master. To feast upon you. Let me devour you until you cry out for no more, to finally be satisfied. Please Master. Let me out."
Holy fuck. This man has no shame. Your left speechless as he just he smirks with such admiration. His body is shaking as if he wants to pounce on you, but the salt circle is imstill intact, preventing him to. All doubt has left your body when you noticed a tent that formed under his robes.
"You sure you aren't an incubus?" You laugh. He laughs back.
"Not sure, you know, might be one on my mother's side. Wanna find out together?"
#peter b parker#peter b parker x reader#peter b parker x y/n#peter b parker x you#peter b parker x fem reader#spiderman#smut fanfiction#smut fic#demons#incubus#demon summoning#incubus summoning#goofy#master#spiderman x reader#spiderman x y/n#spiderman au#spiderman x you#dad bod#dad belly#why did i make this#long fic
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The Second Day of Julius Caesar
Everyone knows what Julius Caesar's last words were. It's pretty much the most iconic line of all time! Et tu, Brute? (which means "And you, Brutus?") That is just pure poetry. Julius Caesar really is so cool. His last words were probably the best and most amazing last words anyone ever had ever.
Look, it's even one of The Best Latin Lines Ever according to the cover of this book.
But did Caesar really say it? (Nope!)
It's a Shakespearean invention! (that's going to be a common theme in this series) However, the idea that these were his last words actually isn't entirely Shakespearean. "Et tu, Brute?" weren't Julius Caesar's last words in the play! His true last words before dying were "Then fall Caesar."
Good golly that is old. But as you can see, Julius Caesar's last words here are "Et tu Brute?—Then fall Caesar." (forgive me, I mean Cæſar).
Aww look at him talking about himself in the third person. Adorable. Maybe my last words should be "Then fall @theromaboo."
While we're still on the topic of "Et tu, Brute?" I just want to fix a few of my pet peeves when people quote this. It is not "Et tu, Brutus?" Latin has cases. Brutus here is in the vocative because Caesar is calling Brutus by his name. The vocative of Brutus is Brute. It has to be Brute.
Neither is it "Et tu, Bruté." What is that accent doing? In modern Latin, acute accents are most commonly used to show that a syllable is stressed. And in ancient Roman Latin inscriptions, a mark that looks very similar to an acute accent (called an apex) is sometimes used to show that a vowel is long. Neither usage makes sense here with Bruté. I think what happened is that people are getting confused with French (a very common mistake!) and because Brute is pronounced with two syllables, people add an accent at the end to make it have two syllables, because without the accent, it would just be Brute, with one syllable, because that's how it works in French. But Latin doesn't care about that!
Anyway, there is no ancient source that says Julius Caesar's last words were "Et tu, Brute?" or "Then fall Caesar."
I can already hear an Italian saying "Those weren't Giulio Cesare's last words; he actually said tu quoque—" You're also wrong! (sorry italians)
There is no ancient source that says that Julius Caesar's last words were "Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi?" or "Tu quoque, mi fili?" or any other similar version (they all mean "You too, (Brutus), my son?" I find that the first one is generally used by Italians and the second is generally used by French people, and almost the entire continental Europe seems to use some sort of version of "Tu quoque. . ." However, there might be even more versions of Julius Caesar's last words in other languages. I only really interact with English, Italian, and French, so if you know any other versions from different languages, do tell me!)
Okay, now we know a lot of stuff Caesar didn't say, but what were Julius Caesar's real last words?
We don't know! (yipee!)
Shakespeare's main source was a translation of a translation of Plutarch's Parallel Lives, but nothing similar to the Shakespearean last words can be found there.
Plutarch tells us that after Caesar got a teeny little stab from Casca, he said in Latin, "Foulest Casca, what are you doing?" I'm assuming he said this in the exact same way the stepsister says to the stepbrother—but the annoying thing is that Plutarch doesn't give us the Latin, he just gives us the Greek translation of the Latin (classic Plutarch) (if you want to know the Greek, it's "Μιαρώτατε Κάσκα, τί ποιεῖς?")
Suetonius, meanwhile, gives us a different story. He says that right before the stabbing started, this dude called Cimber grabbed Caesar by the shoulders. Caesar said "Why, this is violence!" and then immediately got stabbed by Casca. Then he didn't say anything else throughout the stabbing; he just groaned at the first stab. So that means that his last words would've been, yes, "Why, this is violence!" ("Ista quidem vis est!" in Latin). Biggest understatement of 44 BC!
There is yet another common version of Caesar's last words, and they are "What is this? Such violence against Caesar!" which is bit of a poor interpretation of this.
Anyway, Suetonius says that "Some have written that when Caesar saw Brutus rushing at him, he said 'Καὶ σύ τέκνον?'" (which means "You too, child?") This is definitely most similar to the most common ideas of Julius Caesar's last words ("Et tu, Brute?" and "Tu quoque. . ."). Pretty much the only difference is that "Καὶ σύ τέκνον" is Greek. In fact, people often claim that Caesar's last words were "Tu quoque, Brute, fili mi?" by citing Suetonius, even though Suetonius doesn't say that.
I would treat this with a bit of caution though, because Suetonius is distancing himself from this claim, saying that "Oh, other people have written. . ." Clearly Suetonius doesn't really believe it himself. And, no offense to Suetonius, but if Suetonius is unsure of this, I would be too. Suetonius notoriously treats official government documents and rumors his nonna heard on the streets as equally valid sources.
Besides, would you be able to speak after being stabbed? I know Caesar isn't the average person, but Caesar is still a person. I'd imagine that one would be a bit too shocked to speak in such a high stress situation. And saying something deep about Brutus, no less! But, as always, I don't know for sure. Maybe Caesar did say something after getting stabbed, but I'm with Suetonius on this one and my best guess is that he did not.
Cassius Dio also writes about this. He pretty much says the exact same thing as Suetonius, except that he does not mention Caesar saying "Why, this is violence!" Dio also believes that Caesar didn't speak after he got stabbed, but he does mention "some writers" who say that Julius Caesar's said to Brutus "Καὶ σύ τέκνον?" (sound familiar?)
So yeah, moral of the story, no one can agree on Caesar's last words! Good gods, I spent the better half of my Saturday researching and writing this. I am so sorry for you poor souls who had to read all this. If you want to read the relevant parts of the ancient sources themselves, here they are:
Plutarch Parallel Lives, Julius Caesar, 66.7–8
Suetonius, Life of Julius Caesar, 82.1–2
Cassius Dio, Roman History, Book XLIV, 19.4–5
#the 15 days of julius caesar#julius caesar#roman history#ancient rome#et tu brute#tu quoque brute fili mi#history#cassius dio#suetonius#plutarch#ides of march#the ides of march
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you're losing me part v -- copia x reader, ex!terzo x reader
A/N: photos used in the banner aren't mine. i've never photographed ghost (not yet anyway...) that's all i got. run along now and go find some answers, some more questions, and a cliff hanger.
songs: elizabeth and ghuleh/zombie queen (bet you can guess the artist)
warnings: none, really. angst, obviously. fleeting comfort from copia. roughly translated italian and google translated latin.
word count: 4.1k
taglist: @bitchywitchygardener @da-rulah @deetz-ghuleh @fishwithtitz @ivycasket @water-ghoulette
Sister Imperator was shaking as if she was caught in a snowstorm without a coat. You held your sinister stare for a moment longer until you started chuckling and shaking your head. “Satan in Hell, what’s happened to you?” she mumbled through her trembling lips.
Your clever retort was stopped by a light knock on the door. Whipping your head towards the door your features turned into straight lines. Before anyone could blink, you swiftly opened the door and grabbed whoever was behind it by the throat. Kicking the door shut, you held them up, their feet dangling above the ground. You looked back at Imperator who looked so pale she might faint at any moment. “You know, I really hate being interrupted.” You turned your head back to the poor soul who was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. “Especially when I’m having a private conversation.”
Copia’s eyes were wide enough that even his green one appeared to be mostly white. You were smaller than him. You probably couldn’t even lift the man more than an inch off the ground, if at all, let alone holding him a foot above it with one hand. He saw your blackened eyes stare into his. The sight of you chilled him down to the bone.
When you looked into his eyes, it took you a moment before you registered what you were even doing. He grasped at your arm, making a weak attempt to loosen your grip, or at least get your attention. You inhaled a sharp breath, before you eased up on him, guiding him down the door until his feet touched the ground. He coughed as he rubbed his throat. You dropped your hand and took a step back. Copia watched as the darkness in your eyes faded as if a fog was evaporating, as if smoke was being sucked out of you.
“C-copia?” you whimpered apologetically before your body went limp. He lunged forward and caught you in time before you hit the floor.
“Seestor, you alright?” he strained as he adjusted to the weight of holding you after not being able to breathe.
“I-I’m unharmed.”
“Good. Well, don’t just sit there blubbering. Get Primo and Secondo and Nihil to the lounge. Adesso (now)!” he barked. He groaned as he managed to maneuver you to carry you bridal-style.
Imperator scurried around to get the door for Copia. “Terzo knows,” she rasped.
"Sanguinanti figli dell’inferno (bleeding sons of hell)! What in Satan’s name fucking happened?” he growled.
“I don’t know. I’m afraid it’s… I’m afraid he’s right. It’s the Awakening.”
“I told you we should have told. We should have told her last night.” Copia shook his head in disgust at himself for keeping in the dark for so long. “Why was she in your office?”
“She must have left the Summons and just barged in, talking about how,” she lowered her voice, desperately trying to keep up with Copia’s stride, “we’re playing some game with Terzo and she doesn’t know her place because we wouldn’t tell her anything, but she didn’t care about that because… The only thing she wants i-is… Terzo’s head.”
They exchanged an apprehensive look with each other before Imperator opened the door to the Emeritus lounge, a place for the past and current Papas to convene with other select members of the clergy in a relaxed setting.
“At least… something’s… going right today, eh?” Copia huffed when he saw Primo, Secondo, and Nihil were all together already as he laid you down on the couch.
“What kind of trouble has the girl gotten into now?” Secondo groaned.
Primo rushed over to Copia. “You shouldn’t’ve brought her here!” he hissed. “Why do you think we’re all here?! He’s on his way–” the rest of his sentence fell off as Terzo charged into the room.
“Is she alright?” he asked, rushing to your side.
Copia stiffened, slowly turning to Terzo beside him. “Potrei farti la stessa domanda (I could ask you the same question).”
“Pensi che sia colpa mia, fratellino (Do you think this was my fault, little brother)? I was simply having una conversazione with her about what had happened between us. She was getting upset. Her eyes… they went black,” he lied smoothly, but Copia didn’t trust a single word that left his lips.
Nihil took a deep breath from his oxygen mask, his eyes never leaving Terzo. “It’s starting much earlier than anticipated, no?”
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Your mind was clouded in confusion as you came to. “Where the hell am I…?” you muttered quietly after your eyes fluttered open. As your senses returned, you found yourself in a great hall. Surrounded by stone, there was a chill in the air. You didn’t remember the Ministry having some secret medieval castle nearby.
Without even realizing it, your feet began to pull you to the other side of this long room. Gothic windows to your left were as tall as the high, vaulted, marble ceilings letting in what appeared to be moonlight. On your right, sconces with lit torches burned brightly every few feet. At the end, were pillars of marble, framing one large throne with two smaller ones on each side of it, all of which were occupied. As your eyes adjusted and you got closer, you were able to take in the sight of those sitting before you, waiting patiently. Behind them was the sigil of Baphomet… who you realized, after doing a double-take, was sitting in a throne on your left. Given everything that you were going through, it would be easy to completely miss a man with a goat’s head and hooves right in front of you. At least, that’s what you told yourself to make up for your obliviousness.
Sitting in the center throne was a woman. Probably the most divine and beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her aura was regal and commanding, yet she emanated motherly energy. She wore a dress similar to yours, only floor length. To her right, was this gorgeous man sitting casually. His black button up had lantern sleeves, fitted trousers, and knee-high riding boots. He had an air of mischief surrounding him.
You quickened your pace when you realized wherever you were, it was of monumental importance and you did not want to keep any of them waiting. When you reached them, you curtseyed. “Your Excellencies,” you said.
“Aw, precious,” the woman sighed.
“Lucifer sends his regards, child. It is not time yet for you to meet,” the man drawled, seeming a bit bored.
“I… uh… With all due respect, um… What’s going on?” you blurted out, your eyes darting from each figure, hoping they wouldn’t take offense from your manner of speaking.
“You think you know, child, who you are. You know nothing. You know nothing of what you will become,” Baphomet said to the others. Even with the head of a goat, you could tell he was encouraging the two at his side to get on with it from the side-eye he was giving them. “You will leave here with answers to questions that have yet to present themselves to you. We are here to bring you out of the dark they have tried to keep you in.”
“You have only just begun. You are awakening to your true self. You are being activated to bring forth a new age,” the man said.
“Who’s they? I’m what now?” you blundered.
“The Emeritus clan are trying to take matters into their own hands. Should they continue on their current path, it will be the end of our Church,” he clarified.
“The scales must be balanced. It is why I present myself to you,” Baphomet said eloquently.
“The one who holds the power is blinded by it. He uses it for selfish motives. He must be stopped by cunningness and force. It is why Lucifer has sent myself, Belial, in his place.” No big deal, you are just having a simple conversation about your destiny with the Baphomet and a prominent king of Hell.
“The one in power has gained knowledge through another's ritual. The others know of the prophecy, but hoped it to be a myth. This is their confirmation that The Awakening is happening. Each side is trying to control fate,” the woman finally spoke.
“But… why me? Why am I so special?”
“As the Emeritus line descends from Princes of Hell, you are the descendant of a much higher lineage. When our sanctuary on Earth is threatened, we activate those who possess that power to right their wrongs.” The woman smiled sadly at you. “Unfortunately, it is through pain and trauma that allows one to truly awaken. He knows this and has abused this knowledge. He is fully aware there is a ritual that could have been done. Your prayer to the Dark Lord was heard by us all, my child.”
“Is that… Was he the one that was speaking to me when…?” you trailed off, unable to say what had happened out loud.
The woman nodded. “The one in power thinks you will submit to him and rule beside him. He underestimates you.”
“He is what has awakened the beast inside you,” Belial added.
“There’s a beast inside me!? Is that why everyone was so scared of me?”
“Yes. It is a part of you. There is a way to control it. Your love who has brought you suffering brings out your darkness,” the woman said solemnly. The sympathetic concern on her face was as if she had felt your pain like it were her own.
“To balance shadow with light, the halfling will be what reminds you of your humanity. While there is someone to bring out the beast, there is also someone to tame it. The halfling will be the sole survivor. Together, you will lead the next chapter. Together, you will continue to spread our message.” Baphomet ended by pointing two fingers up and two fingers down in a salute.
“How? How am I going to do this? I don’t even know what I am or–” you frantically blurred your words together in your frenzy. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.
You instantly stopped when Belial held up his hand. “The pure Emeritus line must be eradicated before you will be able to fully ascend.”
The woman held out her hands for you to come forward as she stood. You forced your cemented legs to move until you were directly in front of her. She grabbed your hands. You felt whole, you felt at peace, you felt loved.
“I’m to ascend?” you said through barely parted lips.
“Yes, to the mother of all demons and sin on Earth.”
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Terzo crouched down beside you, scanning your body for any signs of harm. “It was time, Nihil. None of you had the balls to do anything about it.”
“The girl was oblivious! She still is!” Sister Imperator shrieked. Terzo shot her a glare.
“Was she even made aware she was rumored to be a Prime Mover?” Secondo asked, still sounding so bothered by being involved in any of this.
Terzo rolled his eyes. “She is destined to be much more than that. What was the point of filling her head with Prime Mover cazzate (bullshit)?”
“What do you know?” Copia snarled.
Terzo looked over his shoulder to smirk Copia whose face was reddening, fists balled at his sides. Though immediately it was forgotten when your eyes sprung open and you jolted awake with a gasp.
You felt disoriented as your eyes scanned the room. You knew you hadn’t been dreaming. You knew that was more than a dream, despite desperately trying to convince yourself that was all it was. You would keep it to yourself for as long as you could.
Being thrown back into reality after having your body chemistry changed drastically left you not knowing where you were or how you got there. The first person you saw was Terzo. Involuntarily, you bolted upright, pushing yourself back into the corner of the couch. “No, no, no!” you cried as you curled up into the fetal position, trying to make yourself as small as you could, and squeezing your eyes shut.
Terzo almost lost his balance as the Cardinal bulldozed over to you, but his stare never deviated from you like a predator watching its prey. Copia scooped you into his arms. You tried to get away from him. “Cara, cara, it’s me,” Copia soothed as he tried to move into your line of sight. Once you realized it was him, you rolled yourself into his side. You weren’t crying, but your breathing was erratic. He rubbed your back as you calmed down.
“Are you alright, amore?” he asked, brushing hair out of your face as he held it.
“I… I’m– I… No, no, of course, I’m not! I don’t know what the fuck is going on!” You moved your hands up by your face to get Copia off you, not in an aggressive manner, you just needed some space right now since your brain fog was slowly lifting and the day’s events were returning to you in full force. You got off the couch and turned to face everyone in the room. “What is happening to me?” you pleaded. They all exchanged unsure glances at each other. No one dared to speak.
“Do you remember the story of Elizabeth I had you translate for us?” Terzo’s voice was inquisitive and calm.
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything right now?” you snapped.
“It has everything to do with what is happening right now, tesoro.”
“Terzo, maybe we should–” Sister Imperator was interrupted by Terzo cutting her off.
“She deserves to know!” he shouted. When he directed his attention back to you, he softened considerably. “That text was bound by a ritual. Only her descendants would be able to correctly translate any of it. That project was supposed to have taken you months, but you completed it in merely a few weeks. I knew the moment I saw you there was just something… special about you,” he moved closer to you, causing you to turn your scowl directly to him, “something dark about you…” he added low enough for only you to hear, stroking your cheek. You could feel the coolness of his white satin glove, a fresh clean pair. You shot him a deadly warning glare. He took a few steps away from you to address everyone else. “And so, of course, I took it upon myself to reach out to The Seers in Roma. They confirmed that you come from a long line of very powerful women.”
“You involved The Seers? Why are we just hearing of this now, Terzo?” Secondo grunted. Even he was becoming annoyed with all these games, not that it would take much.
“Sì, because I needed proof. Just because she is a descendant, and that much we all knew–”
“Everyone except for me!” you cut him off in a huff.
“And for good reason,” Terzo picked right back up, not pausing long enough for you to get another word in. “Being a descendant did not mean you were chosen. E ma figurati (and come on), Secondo, a man of your stature should know that. We all knew about the text. Do not patronize me for inquiring further, fratello.”
“There is a prophecy, cara. It was merely regarded to be a myth. We never thought it would be in our lifetimes that we would see its truth,” Primo said gently in an attempt to give a semblance of an answer and quell the bickering between his brothers. You gulped as Primo said almost exactly word for word what the ethereal woman had said to you.
“Sì, that is precisely why I went to The Seers. You all would have dismissed any possibility of this, called me un idiota.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose, your head was throbbing. “So I’m Prophecy Girl now? Care to elaborate on what this fucking prophecy even is?” you said through your clenched jaw.
“‘The descendant of the Mother will turn the tides through blood and sacrifice to breathe new life into the mission of Lucifer,’” Terzo quoted.
You could only stare at him. You’ve never heard any of this before in your life. The similarity to your dream… Your breathing labored as you were slowly coming to terms with the fact that it wasn't anywhere near a dream. It had been a vision. “H-how do we know… I-I’m really the one?”
Terzo strode up beside you again. He placed his hands on your shoulders very delicately, using just enough pressure to turn your back to everyone. “She has her mark,” he said, tracing the birthmark on your shoulder which looked like an inverted cross with a curved line starting from the bottom right which wrapped under to the other side of the edge of the cross. “When I first saw it… bene (well), that’s when I had her try the translation.”
His touch was so tender in comparison to the summons. Still, you felt your heart rate increase and your breathing start to shallow, breaths becoming rapid in pace as the overwhelming feeling of your vision dissipated. Your wrath was slowly taking center stage once again. His proximity to you alone was like dropping a lit match next to gasoline. You turned, lightly batting his hand away.
“And this is why you kept dodging our suggestions of an engagement and moving her status to Prime Mover?” Nihil prompted with a raised eyebrow.
Terzo’s eyes batted between Nihil and you, noting how your fists clenched. “Eh, in un certo senso (kind of)... being a Prime Mover is beneath her.” His eyes became distant, seemingly lost in self-loathing. “My treachery is why I could never go through with an engagement,” he muttered.
You let out a scoff as you shook your head. “Oh, treachery!’ What a poetic way to say how you fucking half of the clergy is what kept you from proposing,” you sneered.
Second rubbed his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. “Sweet Lucifer, can we focus on the real problem at hand?” he griped.
“Domestic issues aside, it seems like all the more reason to be engaged publicly. It would be a show of power, would it not?” Nihil suggested.
“Nihil, you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” you growled as tensions rose further. “Who do you need to show off your fucking power to? Lucifer in Hell, this isn’t a damn monarchy! It’s a church with a glorified high priest to lead the way!” You shot Terzo an ‘I told you so’ look when you mentioned the monarchy thing, again proving your point.
Careful, dear child… do not fly too close to the sun. The same voice from earlier sounded in your head. Your eyes widened at first, now knowing Lucifer had a direct line of communication to you, but quickly you shook your head as if in frustration to disguise your reaction.
“Amore,” Terzo began, rolling his eyes, “why must you keep–”
“I say we table this conversation for today and let the girl rest,” Sister Imperator suggested as she saw you start to shake when Terzo dared to counter you. “Perhaps do some research of our own.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Terzo tutted. “Did everyone forget the rest of the prophecy? Et de flamma irae nascetur. And from the flames of wrath she will be born.” Terzo gripped your arms where he inflicted bruises which had yet to show themselves as he pulled you to his chest. He didn’t hold you as tightly as before, but he used just enough pressure to cause you to wince as you pulled your arms into your sides. Before you could wriggle out of his hold, “Don’t forget, amata, you left some things in my office, hm? Pick them up tomorrow,” he purred.
Jutting your arms forward to get out of his grasp, you took a step forward. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you warned.
He stayed close to you then delicately placed his hands on your shoulders, bringing his mouth to your ear as he lightly trailed a finger down your arm, he whispered, “That’s not what you said an hour ago,” he laughed darkly before pulling away.
Copia saw the way he grabbed you, how you reacted to him, your quick shudder at his touch. That was enough for his eyes to fill with his own wrath. You whipped around to face Terzo, eyes ablaze with a fury unlike anyone in that room had ever seen. With your eyes focused on Terzo, and your back to everyone, they all missed how the blackness started to seep into your eyes. Nonetheless, Copia stepped in between you and Terzo. “If you touch her again–”
“What are you going to do, concubino (lover boy)? Ram me in the shins with your tricycle?” he taunted with a cocky laugh. Suddenly, Copia leapt forward, grabbing Terzo by his shirt and shoving him against the wall. “No need to be so rough, eh? Tuo topolino can fight her own battles.” He used his chin to point at you. “Vedi (see)? Et de flamma irae nascetur. Aveva solo bisogno di un sforzo (she just needed a push),” he sniggered.
“Copia, get out of the way,” you demanded gravelly as your voice darkened.
He turned to you, his grip on Terzo went slack. You reached to push him away, so you could get at Terzo, but Copia’s reflexes kicked in. You weren’t as fast as before, so he was able to grab your arm. His touch halted you. “No, amore, you don’t want to do this,” he whispered tenderly to you, yet his voice shook with fear.
You blinked rapidly and your eyes became normal again. It was too much for your body to handle. You stepped backwards, holding your head. The world started to spin as the door flew open. Three ghouls marched through and surrounded you as Copia guided you to sit back on the couch.
You looked up to see Swiss leaning over you, placing a hand on your shoulder. We felt your distress. We’re here to protect you, Your Eminence. You heard him say in your mind. Don’t verbally speak to us. They cannot know the full extent of your powers right now.
Thank you, Swiss, you thought. Your look of awe at the ghoul in front of you was quickly discarded as you winced, your head throbbing worse than before.
You need to rest, my child. At this point, you couldn’t even tell who was telepathically speaking to you now.
The others in the room only saw an exchange of nods between you and the ghoul, if they were even able to tear their eyes from the scene in front of them. Mostly they all focused their attention on the other ghouls who guarded you. One had white horns protruding out of his mask and the other wore a distinctive blue cape draped over her shoulder. They usually worked in tandem with Swiss. Always being around Terzo, you had grown quite fond of these other ghouls. It was a relief for you to see them. Their stance, however, was intimidating as they growled at Terzo and bared their clawed hands, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
“Wh-what is the meaning of this! This the one room that is off limits to ghouls! They shouldn’t be in here!” Nihil spluttered while grasping for his oxygen mask.
“They’re here for her, Nihil,” Terzo scoffed as he adjusted his jacket. “How much more proof do you need, vecchietto (old man)?”
“So it’s true… it’s all true,” Primo muttered, his voice airy due to his surprise.
“Proof? Proof of what!” you cried out. Tears started to well up in your eyes as the stress and fatigue of everything caught up with you.
First, it was the ghouls that kneeled to you, the first ones to speak to you. Then you realized the mark on your back and where you had seen a sigil just like it. And now you had ghouls rushing to your aid, ready to defend you. The woman from your vision. That’s when it dawned on you. All the pieces were fitting together. She never identified herself. She didn’t need to. Her presence was so calming, so… motherly to you. She said you would ascend to become the mother of demons on Earth. Mother of Demons.
Terzo outstretched his hands at his sides, shaking his head like this was an obvious fact as he plainly said, “Proof that you are the daughter of Lilith.”
part iv | part vi
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my reactions to ep 12 (with spoilers):
pre-statement:
• first of all, this came out like an hour early for me and so i listened to it while walking TO latin. more bonzo lore is not the way i wanted to start my morning :(
• the title… uhhhh what
• secret tunnel?????? do you perhaps have a goofy librarian in your secret tunnel?????
• this may just be me reaching but it seems like the TMAGP crew has been more coffee-based… and celia went with tea… which was very TMA of her 👀
• sam ilysm
• …what’s complicated celia 🤨 what do you need to sort out first celia?????
• alice dyer my light my love. “a cup of liquid” sent me
• “you know it’s rude to have absolutely no game?” i am somehow both alice AND sam rn
• please i wanna read the “magnus institute re: samama khalid - massive conspiracy” case 👀
statement:
• carlisle street??? …like flesh guy toby carlisle? like other flesh guy benjamin carlisle?
• respectfully i know they have to conform to the format but also hearing “submitted. submitted. submitted” over and over drove me a lil bit insane
• yellow and purple lunch box… it’s not getting better from here is it
• the real horror of this ep was the comic sans on the cd 💀
• this is probably not an actual connection but the ongoing murder music made me think of grifter’s bone…
• RIP joey the doorman :(
• did not enjoy listening to the following section at 9:30 in the morning 🤢
• “…unfolding the groom’s head with another flowering explosion of blood” alexander j newall you will be hearing from my therapist <3
• rotten foam??????
• …coquettishly???? 🤡 🎀
• “bonzo? bonzo bonzo?” …ok i know i’ve been complaining about mr bonzo this whole time but this was the funniest bit of the whole ep
• why weren’t the cameras working 👁️ 👁️
• please pay her… let her go to therapy…
post-statement:
• aight so this was definitely the result of the letter that she delivered… poor gwen :(
• “jesus christ…” “i go by alice now, actually” alice dyer the woman you are. i would die for u
• “are you, like, actually okay?” i’m WAITING for this enemies to lovers arc. pleaseeeeeee please please
• “there’s something wrong here” well shoutout to gwen, she got there quicker than jon did
• “i don’t wonder. i know” ALICE. WHAT DO YOU KNOW. SHARE WITH THE CLASS
• “it’s all part of a grand plan to satisfy one of the most unspeakable evils known to mankind…” ok but like. is it??? is it really???? is that not what it is?????
• “the UK government” alice rlly said the real horror = the british and i love her for it <3
• aaaaaaaaaa i can’t believe i have to wait another week until the next ep. devastating news
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As of Chapter 81, this is crew of the Courageous from Time to Orbit: Unknown, a marvellous space drama and mystery by @derinthescarletpescatarian . Original sketches & character guide below. Many of the character appearances are based on headcanon, but the ones with asterisks are based on canon sources.
I drew Celi first! I figured I would do the people in front, who I would have to draw most of their bodies, and work from left to right. Celi has had multiple organ issues, so she looks a little drawn (lol) and is still recovering in her wheelchair :). I drew her with small braids just hanging from the top of her head, as I imagine she’s too tired to take care of her hair very often, but still wants to keep some, so she has a sort of cap of braids. There’s probably a term for the style, but idk. Celi is of North African descent.
Next to Celi is Renn. His head looks wonky because I was drawing at an angle at the time. He’s been mostly depilated, and I imagine him in a sort of Aang-meets-European-in-a-tracksuit outfit because he’s calm and tries not to do much drama, but is condescending. Renn is of West Asian/American/Tarandran descent.
Then we have Public Universal Friend (PUF) 2 with the twists. I figure it doesn’t want a lot of hair to take care of, and this style keeps it out of its face. Same clothes as the other PUF. It is kneeling, with one leg propped up. It is of coastal Southern East African descent.
*Then laying on the ground is Tal. Ke is looking at kes tablet because ke doesn’t like focusing on other things. Tal is unfortunately at the wrong angle to show off ke’s face tattoo. Small afro kept stylishly kept, along with some garters and a short skirt. Ke is laying down because ke feels like it. Ke is of West African/American/Texan descent.
*Then we have Aspen, the POV character, smack dab in the middle. Canonically, they’d don’t have a headband as far as we know, but I think their hair looks nice pushed up like that. They are wearing a jumpsuit like last time, but this time has a belt for flair, because Tal and Sunset convinced them. Aspen sits cross cross because they can and it’s a common sitting posture in Arborea. They are of West African/American/Arborea Atlantican descent.
Lina is kneeling like PUF2, but facing the other way. I gave her buns and square jewelery because I based her off of a Hopi woman’s ’do that I really liked, and Lina can be short for names like Catalina. She has freckles because they’re fun. She’s gained some muscle and weight since the last picture, which is great! She is of Hopi/Latin American descent.
Last is Sunset. She is a zeelite, a subculture interested in replicating and investigating pre-Neocambrian (aka our time) cultures. She is largely inspired by what she knows of punk, pastel goths, drag, and to be honest, Barbie (2023). She is voguing because she knows and appreciates the importance of looking good. Sunset is of Central African/of Sirius descent.
Now for the top row, left to right again!
First, we have Heli. She wears functional but pretty clothes because she appreciates utility but always wants to show off what she’s got. The newest addition to the crew, she’s a little spiky, but has a soft spot for Adin. She was inspired by a picture of a Sistergirl from Australia (my headcanon, I only saw a picture of her and was unable to find more specific information). Heli is of Indigenous Australian descent.
*Next, we have Adin. I keep forgetting to draw him with tattoos, so I added a neck one last minute. His look has probably changed the most - his canon picture came out only a few months ago, so I drew him differently the first time. Adin cooks a lot, so he doesn’t try to wear anything or have a hairdo that could be ruined by cooking. Adin is of West African/Arborea Atlantican/American/Texan descent.
*Next up, the tallest of the bunch (and I forgot to draw his left arm until last minute, we have Denish! He’s doing the Arnold Schwarzenegger pose. The gentle Giant of the group, I was unable to recapture his face quite the same way as last time, but I still think he turned out well. He’s one of my favorite space pirates. I think he wears high collars to hide Tinera’s hickeys. Denish is of West African/American/Texan descent.
Right in front of Denish is PUF 1, AKA Dr. PUF. Still has tousled hair, still has the same robe. PUF is kneeling. It is of European descent.
*Hanging off of Denish is Tinera! She’s changed also, as her official looks came out, though I think I’ve kept her pretty nice looking still! I forgot to give her glasses though :(. I gave her Garnet (Steven Universe) finger gloves because they look cool. Tinera is of Central African/Lunarian descent.
Under Tinera is Sam. He’s partly visually inspired by the Dad of some kids I watch, and Ballister from Nimona. He likes to gaze at the stars and wonder about all the stories that will be told about them. Sam is of South Asian descent.
*Lastly is Keldin (AKA Captain Sands). He’s always dressed well and keeps his hair well-coifed. Hardly anyone from the ‘first’ crew likes him. He is standing awkwardly farther away because he knows everyone near him isn’t his tan. Keldin is of West African/American/Trandran descent.
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𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈 ✶ Teen Wolf Rewrite
Stiles Stilinski / Original Female Character
TW | S2
chapter seven
fic summary; as if the last month and a half hadn't been stressful enough – now there were a few more werewolves, a kanima, and a seriously disturbed old man added into the mix. but amber, stiles, and scott could totally handle it. it would be fine. everything was great.
word count; 19k
warnings; the possibly triggering scene from the show with Jackson being creepy in the locker room, slight gore maybe?, eventual explicit sexual content, oral sex (both m and f), fluff fluff and more fluff
chapter notes; the group tries to figure out who's been controlling jackson all this time. ben davis makes a brief return as my own personal plot device. stiles is his typically over-dramatic self and amber is, as usual, super into it.
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restraint
Amber's nerves had her nearly dropping her phone to the floor of her car as she climbed behind the wheel while simultaneously trying to get ahold of Stiles. Fingers of her free hand fumbled over the touchscreen, already turning her key in the ignition as the call began to ring through. Stiles was answering before the first trill through the speaker had even finished sounding out, his voice frantic.
"Why the hell haven't you been answering your phone?" He shouted through the speaker, the pitch of his voice higher than normal.
"Is Scott still with you?" She asked immediately, taking the turn off of her street a touch too quickly than was probably good for her tires, "Because I was just with Lydia and-"
"Jackson escaped." Scott's voice supplied through the phone.
"He what?" Amber squeaked, letting off the clutch to shift gears and increase the speed of the car that much more, "Guys he's not-"
"Yeah, he got out and the asshole went straight to the police," Stiles told her, "His dad's here and my dad's pissed and Scott's mom is on her way down to the station."
"You guys are at the station?" She cursed, slamming on the breaks so she could make a messy three point turn and backtrack in the direction of the Sheriff's station.
"Yeah, and we're totally screwed," Stiles was telling her as she reoriented her car in the right direction, "My dad said the Whittemore's are filing a restraining order against Scott and I. As soon as Scott's mom gets here my dad has to read out the terms and-"
"Stiles!" Amber interrupted sharply, "That sucks but it's not important right now, okay? Lydia translated part of the kanima entry from the bestiary-"
"How'd she do that?" Scott cut in.
"She knows Archaic Latin, Scott. Now shut up and listen to me," Amber snapped as she turned onto the next street, "Mrs. Morrell translated it wrong! The kanima doesn't seek a friend, alright? The kanima seeks a master! Which means someone's controlling Jackson-"
"Woah, what?" Stiles exclaimed through the speaker.
"Stiles, you said that Jackson still didn't believe you when you were explaining everything to him earlier, right?" She asked, shifting gears as she went around a sharp corner.
"Yeah, pretty much." Stiles agreed.
"Well, so- If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he must not know someone's even controlling him." Amber deduced.
"Or he doesn't remember." Scott supplied.
"What if it's the same kinda thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles questioned.
"Right!" Amber recalled, "Like a fugue state-"
Scott's voice came through the phone again, "But then he'd have to forget everything.. The murder-"
"Getting rid of all the blood-" Amber offered up, an image flashing behind her eyes of Jackson's bloodied body at the nightclub. She thought of how he would've had to have washed the blood away himself after he'd killed Tucker, and Isaac's dad, and then the hunter-
"Yeah," Stiles agreed, "He had help with one thing though.. The video. Someone else helped him forget that." He reminded them of the erased footage.
"Whoever's controlling him." Scott said quietly.
The tires of Amber's car squealed quietly in protest as she peeled into the parking lot at the station and jerked to a slightly crooked stop between the painted white lines.
"Jackson thinks that being with Lydia somehow made him immune and, like, delayed the whole werewolf bite thing-" Amber told them, throwing herself from the vehicle and nearly falling to the pavement in her haste to slam the door shut behind her, "Where exactly are you guys?"
"What d'you mean?" Stiles asked in confusion as Amber pushed the front door to the station open, "I told you we're down at the station-"
"Yeah, so am I," She panted slightly, adrenaline still pumping in her veins from the wild drive from her house, "So where are you guys?"
She let her phone drop from her ear to her shoulder as she stepped up to the door that led to the interrogation rooms, only to find the door locked, the handle stiff and unmoving when she jiggled it. She turned to cast an incredulous look at the female deputy who was watching her from behind the front desk and Amber gestured wildly at the door with her free hand.
"Tara, I know you recognize me," Amber said in exasperation, "C'mon, buzz me in-"
Tara frowned, slowly eyeing the girl's frazzled state, but pressed her finger down on the button to unlock entry into the hallway. Amber sighed gratefully as she rushed through, nearly running straight into Stiles' chest when she stepped into the hall at the same time that he and Scott stumbled out of the room at the front end of the corridor.
"Jesus!" She exclaimed in surprise as her boyfriend's hands came up to steady her.
She abandoned her phone completely, ending the call and shoving it into her pocket as she looked at her best friends.
"We need to find out who's controlling him." Scott quietly continued their conversation from before.
"D'you think he'll talk to us?" Amber questioned, "I mean.. After what we did? Kidnapping him and all?"
Stiles shrugged, "Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us," He nodded before catching Amber's unsure frown, "..Right?"
It was at that moment that Sheriff Stilinski stepped out from a room further down the hall and cast a disappointed look at the three teens.
"Scott, your mom just pulled in. So, you boys get your asses into this room," He said firmly, "Now."
Stiles and Scott lowered their heads and followed the order, moving down the hall and into the larger interrogation room. Ms. McCall hurried past Amber only a moment later and the girl immediately moved to follow but Sheriff Stilinski held up a hand in signal for her to stop.
"No." He said simply.
Amber spluttered, taking another aborted step forward, "Wh- But- If I could just-"
"This doesn't concern you," He told her firmly before raising his eyebrows in question, "Does it?"
"Um.. No?" She told him cautiously.
"Then you stay out here." He said, giving her a serious look before moving into the room himself, leaving the door into the hallway open behind him.
Amber moved to the edge of the doorway, attempting to listen closely to what was going on just on the other side of the wall. Ms. McCall hovered at the edge of the room, her arms crossed over the scrub top she was still wearing after having rushed down to the station straight from work.
"Scott. Stiles. This is going to apply to both of you, so listen to me very closely," The Sheriff said in a stern voice, "You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him.. You will not approach him.. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."
"What about school?" Stiles questioned immediately.
His father sighed, "You both can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty foot distance."
Amber shook her head, unsure how such a thing was possible when they shared so many classes with the other boy in addition to lacrosse.
"Bu- Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time-" Stiles started, words rambling together quickly as Amber clenched her eyes shut and silently willed him to stop talking while he continued, "-And there's only two stalls available, and those two stalls are right next to each other?"
There was a brief silence and Amber brought her fingers up to pinch the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
"-I'll just hold it." Stiles said quietly after a few moments.
A few minutes later, Stiles' father was leading him out of the room with a hand fisted in the collar of the boy's sweatshirt, "Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" The Sheriff demanded.
"Oh, come on! It was a joke!" Stiles attempted to justify their actions.
Amber had to physically fight the urge to press the palm of her hand against her forehead in vexation.
"It was a joke?" Sheriff Stilinski repeated incredulously.
"Yes!" Stiles agreed quickly, "I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? We're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here."
His father's gaze cut to Amber and she stepped forward slowly as if pulled by the weight of his glare.
"You and Stiles have a pretty similar sense of humor," Sheriff Stilinski pointed out, "How would you interpret the situation? You think it was funny?" He questioned sternly.
"I, um.." She bit down on her lip as her eyes bounced between her boyfriend and his father, "Not.. Not wildly funny."
'Traitor' Stiles motioned with his lips silently, shaking his head at her cowardice under his father's attention.
"Uh huh," Sheriff Stilinski looked between them with narrowed eyes for a moment before refocusing on his son, "Well, uh, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"
Stiles spluttered, hands waving around wildly, "We filled the tank!"
His father raised his hands with a deep breath as he stepped away, removing himself from the conversation entirely with a shake of his head and leaving the two of them alone in the narrow hall.
"A prank?" Amber hissed, landing a hard punch to her boyfriend's shoulder, "You told them it was a prank?"
"What? Like you had a better excuse lined up?" He questioned while he rubbed at the sore spot on his arm. Amber's face pinched as she tried to quickly come up with something and Stiles nodded at her after a few seconds of silence, "Yeah, that's what I thought, smartass."
Her eyes narrowed at his words, "You are infuriating sometimes, y'know that?" She muttered quietly.
Stiles' lips pulled into a slow grin, his cheek dimpling as his eyes flicked over her frustrated expression. He noted the way she'd petulantly crossed her arms before his gaze trailed back up to her face, "Infuriating in a way that kinda makes you wanna kiss me to shut me up?" He questioned in quiet optimism.
She glared despite the flutter in her stomach at his words, "No."
Stiles took a step closer, his palms dragging softly up and down over her upper arms, "You sure? Because I could keep saying infuriating things if that'll-"
"Move!" Ms. McCall yelled at her son sharply as she shoved him out of the interrogation room and they stepped out into the hall, "It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think you would reach quite this soon." She scolded loudly.
Amber and Stiles both winced as Scott followed closely behind his mother, the family unit walking a few steps past where the couple had been loitering.
"-It's everything on top of it!" Ms. McCall continued, spinning around to face her son with a disappointed look, "The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris to let you make up that Chemistry test that you missed-"
"I missed a Chemistry test?" Scott questioned in genuine confusion.
"Really, Scott? Really?" His mother shook her head with a deep sigh, "I- I have to ground you. I'm grounding you. You.. Are grounded."
Amber blinked in surprise. She couldn't remember a single time in their lives when Scott's mom had been angry enough with him to do such a thing. He'd been punished, sure – lots of times – but never to the point of a grounding.
"What about work?" Scott questioned immediately.
"Fine. Other than work." His mother acquiesced, "And no TV." She added as an afterthought.
Scott merely shrugged, "My TV's broken."
Amber shook her head silently and tried to catch his eye, pleading for her best friend to shut up.
"Then no computer." Ms. McCall said easily.
"..I need the computer for school." Scott said slowly.
His mother's face pinched in annoyance, "Then no, uh.." Her gaze drifted over Scott's shoulder, eyes catching on her son's best friends. Her face seemed to light up with an idea, "No Stiles and no Amber."
Amber squeaked in protest, "Wh-"
"No Stiles?" Stiles repeated, voice high.
"No! No Stiles! No Amber!" Ms. McCall repeated with more authority than before, looking back to her son again, "And no more car privileges. Give me your key-"
Scott reared a small step back in response to his mother's words, "But-"
"Give 'em to me!" Ms. McCall snapped.
Scott pulled his keyring from the pocket of his jeans and handed it over weakly. The three teens all watched his mother pulled frantically at the split ring, trying to separate the pieces enough to slip the car key off of the loop with clumsy fingers and working herself up further the more that she struggled.
"Oh, for the love of God." Ms. McCall muttered with a frustrated sniffle.
Scott reached out toward her with caution, "Mom, do you want me to-"
"No." His mother snapped.
"Mom, come on. Just let me- Mom!" Scott pleaded, his hand wrapping around her shaking ones to grip the keys, "Mom."
Ms. McCall sniffled again and Amber took a small step back, her knuckles knocking lightly against Stiles' before he tangled their fingers together wordlessly.
"What is going on with you?" Ms. McCall asked quietly, "Is this about Allison?"
Scott turned his head to shoot his friends a pleading look and Amber instinctively chewed at her lower lip, knowing exactly how badly Scott wanted to come clean about all of the supernatural crap that had suddenly infiltrated their lives.
"Do you really wanna know?" Scott asked his mom slowly.
Stiles began to shake his head vehemently at Scott as Ms. McCall begged her son to explain what his problem was. Scott looked to his friends desperately once more and Amber gave him a small shrug as Stiles continued to silently display his disapproval.
"-Is this about your dad?" Ms. McCall asked weakly.
The question seemed to catch him off guard and Scott was still trying to decide on his next words when his mom continued.
"It is, isn't it?" Her gaze caught on Amber and Stiles still hovering just a few feet away and her posture straightened up with a final sniffle, "Okay, you know what? Um, we'll talk about this at home. I'm- I'm gonna go get the car."
They all watched her go with varying expressions of dismay and Scott waited until the door at the end of the hallway sealed shut with a click before turning to face his friends fully.
"I'm the worst son ever." Scott said with a shattered look.
"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either." Stiles countered easily.
"It's gonna be okay," Amber assured them, her voice coming out sounding less firm than she'd intended, "It- It is gonna be okay, right?" She asked after a moment as she looked between them anxiously.
Stiles wrapped his arm around her neck, their joined hands coming up to rest at her shoulder as he pulled her into his chest, words muffled slightly in her hair, "Yeah. Yeah, everything's gonna be fine."
Upon arriving home, Amber was entirely surprised to find her brother standing in their living room. His shift had only started at the fire station a few hours before, so she wasn't expecting to see him for another eighteen hours, but he was currently dragging his feet across the hardwood restlessly as he paced back and forth across the space.
His attention snapped up at the sound of the front door closing as Amber dropped her keys onto the table in the entryway, his face pinching in a tight frown the moment his gaze found her.
"Jase..?" She asked cautiously as she toed off her shoes, "Is uh, is everything okay?"
"Get in here. And sit." He demanded, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the couch.
"Okay.." She said slowly, stepping into the room, "What's-"
"Amber Evangeline Callisto-"
The girl's eyes widened at the use of her full name, something she was nearly certain she hadn't heard in a scolding since their mother had been alive.
"-Sit. Down." Jason finished sternly, the volume of his voice was wholly surprising and Amber's butt landed on the couch immediately.
"I- Um, I'm going to take a wild guess from the fact that you're, y'know, here, and the deeply pissed off look on your face.. And assume that Sheriff Stilinski called you?" She pulled her socked feet up underneath herself on the cushions nervously, eyes focused on her brother's stiff jaw as he clenched it in anger.
Jason ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as he looked around the room and neither confirmed nor denied her assumtion, "Am I supposed to confiscate your phone and take away your car keys?" He questioned frantically, "Lock you in your bedroom and just.. Homeschool you? Is that what it's gonna take to keep your ass out of trouble, or what?"
She balked, "I- I'm not even in trouble! Jackson only filed for restraining orders against-"
"If you honestly think that I am gonna believe you didn't have anything to do with this so-called 'joke' your knucklehead best friends pulled-" He took an angry breath that sounded loudly through his nose, "Do you think that I'm stupid? Or just insanely fucking unobservant?"
"Well, I -"
"Amber, I am fucking trying here, okay?" His voice cracked and Amber felt a little like her heart might have cracked too as she watched her brother's internal struggle, "I feel like I'm just watching you kids spiral out of control and I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it-"
"You don't- You're not doing anything wrong-"
"Well clearly I am!" He yelled suddenly. His own shout seemed to catch him off guard and he sat down on the edge of the coffee table in front of her with a sigh, "I- I don't know what I'm doing. It's been four years and I still feel like I'm fucking drowning sometimes, trying to be your parent and your brother at the same time."
"I'm sorry." She spoke quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears as her eyes welled.
"I don't want you to apologize. I want you to stop getting into trouble.. To stop showing up at all of these crime scenes, and inserting yourself into murder investigations, and-"
"I- I don't know what to say." She admitted quietly as a few tears broke free and rolled down her cheeks.
Even she were to try and explain, Amber didn't know where she could possibly start.
She could start with Derek; how he'd come back into town and started showing up everywhere all suspicious-like before revealing that he was a werewolf and that Scott was no longer her sweet best friend, but instead, a genuine danger to be around. She could tell him about Peter; explain that he hadn't been as weak and incapacitated as everyone had initially thought and that, really, this whole thing had all started with him. She could mention how Allison's family played into it all; the heinous things her aunt had done before her demise and all of the things her father and grandfather were still a part of now. She could tell her brother about all of the new teenage werewolves running around town and the murderous rampage her classmate had unknowingly undertaken and okay, yes, she'd helped kidnap him but they'd had no other choice because Jackson was seriously dangerous and he didn't even know what he was doing-
Amber couldn't find it in her to voice any of those things, however. Instead, she gnawed on her lower lip and sniffled quietly as she guiltily avoided her brother's gaze, settling back into the couch with the acceptance that the evening was only destined to get more difficult.
"Did Lydia finish translating the entry about the kanima?" A hushed voice questioned from only a few inches behind Amber, causing the girl to flinch in surprise.
"Jesus," Amber exclaimed as she spun around, locker door slamming shut when her shoulder collided with the cool metal, "A bell. You need a bell."
Allison rolled her eyes with a fond smile and crossed her arms over her chest, "Well? Did she?"
With a nod of her head, Amber pulled a crisp, brand new composition notebook from her bag and held it out toward the other girl.
"She did. I went over first thing this morning to get it. She's, uh, pretty annoyed with us, but she did it."
Allison studied the words on the pages with determined focus for a few moments before pulling a tablet from her own bag and motioning for Amber to hold the journal for her. Amber dutifully held her arms out to display the pages, flipping through them slowly as Allison photographed the information to create a digital copy.
"Have you shown Scott or Stiles yet?" Allison asked as she finished.
Amber slapped the book shut and slipped it back into her bookbag with a shake of her head, "I was on my way now. They're waiting in the library."
"I'll come with you." Allison said easily, adjusting the strap of her shoulder bag and moving in the direction of the library while still studying the photographs she'd taken of the notebook pages.
As they pushed through the double-doors, Amber's eyes peered through the spaces between bookshelves, flicking over the students spread out at tables trying to finish up last minute assignments before the start of morning classes.
She toyed with her lower lip between her teeth as she searched for her best friends and when she finally spotted them, Scott and Stiles were tucked at the back of one of the stacks having a hushed conversation. As she approached, hand absentmindedly dragging over her boyfriend's shoulder and up to his neck, her fingertips dug into his skin softly as she stepped up beside them.
Her backpack hit the ground at the base of the bookshelf and their attention turned to her, Stiles' eyebrows raising a fraction as he took her in for the first time that morning.
"Hello," He greeted with emphasis, reaching out until the backs of his fingers could skim over the soft material of her sundress, "You're looking spring-y."
He pinched the hem between his thumb and forefinger, his knuckles brushing against the smooth skin of her bare thigh as he idly rubbed at the fabric.
"Thanks," She said somewhat breathlessly. Her own hand dropped to wrap lightly around his wrist in warning and she waited until he let the skirt fall back down against her legs before she continued, "I, uh, I'm trying to manifest warmer weather or something."
His lips pulled into a small smile and she felt slightly overwhelmed by the butterflies that bloomed in her stomach.
"Well, you look really beautiful." He told her softly.
"Can you guys be disgusting later?" Scott interjected in clear impatience.
The couple flinched as they were torn from the romance-heady bubble they'd somehow managed to slip into.
Amber was quick to recover and she laced her fingers with Stiles as her eyes narrowed in Scott's direction, "You're just jealous because of the whole Romeo and Juliet thing that means you can't flirt with your girlfriend unless it's in a dark creepy corridor or, like, a janitor's closet-"
"Ha," Stiles said in amusement, seconding her assessment, "What she said. The green monster's not a great look on you, buddy-"
A soft throat clearing from the other side of the bookshelf caught Amber's attention and she spotted Allison peering through a gap from the next aisle over.
"Lydia's translations.." Allison prompted gently as she pulled a book from the shelf and pretended to look at it in interest.
"Right, yeah," Amber nodded, "So Lydia gave me her translations this morning. She was up pretty late last night writing it all down for me-"
"Apparently she's not thrilled about still being left in the dark." Allison supplied quietly, sliding her tablet through the gap in books so that Scott and Stiles could peer down at the photographs she'd taken of the translated pages.
"Oh, yeah," Scott realized as his gaze found Amber, "What'd you tell her?"
Amber winced, rolling her shoulders and tightening her fingers around Stiles' hand, "Um, I'm only about thirty percent confident she bought it.. But I, uh- I told her we were a part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."
Stiles perked up, "I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." He said quietly, the words fanning out over his girlfriend's neck as he peered down at the tablet.
A breathy laugh slipped from her lips and she knocked her hip against his lightly, "Yeah, I know. I helped you figure out that part with the evil goblins, remember?"
"They were actually gnomes." Stiles corrected immediately.
Scott was shaking head at his friends in clear exasperation, "Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling Jackson?" He questioned in an attempt to redirect the conversation.
"Not from what I read." Allison frowned, swapping the book in her hands for another as she tried to hide the fact that she was conversing with them.
"But Stiles was right about the murderers." Amber revealed.
"Yes!" He cheered excitedly, dropping his girlfriend's hand to punch the air at the small victory.
Scott and Allison both narrowed their eyes at him for his slightly too loud reaction and his hands slowly lowered under the weight of their glare. Amber shuffled closer as he deflated and his arm slipped beneath her cardigan to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his side as she continued to share the information she'd recently obtained.
"The bestiary calls the kanima a 'weapon of vengeance'," She recited quietly, "There's a story in there about this South American priest who used the kanima to execute murderers in his village-"
"Alright, see?" Stiles interrupted, "That's not so bad."
Amber leaned more heavily against him with a grimace, "-Until their bond grew so strong that it eventually just killed whoever he wanted it to. Murderer or not." She finished.
"All bad," Stiles backtracked, "All very, very bad."
"Thing is, though-" Amber continued quietly, dragging her finger lightly over a sentence displayed on the tablet, "The kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But, it can't be until-"
"'Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it.'" Scott read aloud.
"Okay, if that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." Stiles said with a roll of his eyes.
Amber sighed, "Yeah, no shit. The guy's basically unresolved anger and toxic masculinity all wrapped up in a stupidly handsome bow-"
"Euck, handsome?" Stiles repeated with a displeased frown.
"Oh, be quiet," She scolded him, turning in his grip to brush her lips lightly over the corner of his mouth, "You're the most handsome." She whispered quietly against his cheek.
With a satisfied huff, Stiles slid his arm up around her shoulders to tug her back against his chest, releasing his exhale into the loose waves of her hair to hide his grin.
"What if it has to do with Jackson's parents?" Allison pondered, "He's adopted, right? So maybe its something to do with his real parents."
Scott nodded in agreement, "Does anybody actually know what happened to them?" He questioned, eyes flicking to Amber curiously as he spoke.
"I mean.. I know he never really knew them. He was adopted as a baby. Like, really young, I'm pretty sure-" She said slowly, face pinched up in thought, "But, I- Lydia might know more."
"Great," Stiles nodded, "You guys talk to Lydia and Scott and I'll talk to Jackson-"
"Nope. Not gonna work." Amber interrupted with a shake of her head. "Restraining order." She reminded him.
He sighed in annoyance, "God, fine. Then what-"
"During free period, you go talk to Lydia," She told Stiles, "Allison and I will team up to talk to Jackson. And Scott-" The boy in question looked at her with wide eyes, ready for whatever job his best friend was about to dole out, "Scott's gonna go and ace his Chem make-up test."
He made a face like he was going to argue but his girlfriend cut in quickly.
"Scott, she's right." Allison said softly, reaching through the gap in the bookshelf to take Scott's hand.
He sighed in reluctance, "If he does anything, you both run the other way." He said seriously, looking back and forth between the two girls.
"We can take care of ourselves." Allison whispered with a frown.
"I'm serious," Scott whispered, "If either one of you gets hurt while I'm taking some stupid test, someone's gonna need to take care of me," His jaw clenched, hand tightening around Allison's as his eyes continued to bounce between them, "If he does anything-"
Amber scoffed, "Like-?"
"Anything.. Weird. Bizarre. Anything-"
"Anything evil." Stiles interrupted finally, arm
tightening around his girlfriend.
"We'll be fine," Amber told both boys, "This is serious, okay? If either of you guys get in trouble for breaking the restraining order, it could mean serious, like, legal consequences. And, Scott, You know you need to retake this test to bring your grade up." She said firmly.
Scott groaned but nodded, pulling his backpack onto his shoulders as they all slowly broke away from one another and filed out of the library.
"We, uh.. We're totally sure it's safe for you and Allison to be talking to Jackson alone?" Stiles worried privately as they stopped in front of his locker.
"We'll be fine," She assured him in a soft voice, "And besides, it's kind of our only option right now-"
"Yeah. Because those are reassuring words." Stiles muttered sarcastically, yanking his locker open to grab his books for English.
"Okay, worry wort. I'm pretty sure we've established that he doesn't actually want to kill any of us," She reminded him as he slammed the metal door shut again, "I mean, if he wanted to kill me, I'd be dead like three times over at this point, right?"
His face scrunched in clear reluctance to agree with her, "Yeah, I guess."
She reached out to cup the side of his face, her thumb skimming over the tiny constellation of moles that created a path toward his mouth. The tip of her finger had barely brushed the corner of his lips when Stiles leaned in to press them to her own in a quick kiss.
As they finally turned to head in the direction of the English classroom, they only managed to get a few steps from Stiles' locker before a familiar voice was calling out loudly behind them.
"Stilinski! Amber! Wait, I- Hold up!"
They both turned as there was a loud crash. Ben Davis slammed his shoulder into the lockers beside them in what both looked and sounded like a painful collision. He rubbed at his shoulder with a frown as he righted himself and looked between Amber and Stiles wide-eyed.
"Davis," Stiles greeted with a wince, "Listen, if this is about the ball that almost hit you in the junk this morning at practice, you should know that I haven't perfected my backhand and I swear it was-"
Ben shook his head in surprise, "What? No. Stilinski, you're fine." He assured the other boy before turning his attention toward Amber, "I actually, really need to talk to you, if that's cool-"
She frowned at the urgency in his voice and began to step forward when Stiles pulled her back with a hand fisted in her cardigan.
"And what exactly do you need to talk to my girlfriend about?" Stiles questioned suspiciously.
"I, uh-" Ben's gaze flicked between them nervously, "Just.. A thing?"
Amber held up a finger in a signal for Ben to give her a moment and spun around to face Stiles, stepping close to give them more privacy as she spoke, "Stiles. Babe, I'll catch up with you in a few?" She whispered in question.
His eyes flicked between her and the spot over her shoulder where Ben was standing behind her and a small noise of distress slipped past her boyfriend's lips.
"But he-" When Amber brought a hand up to rest on his shoulder, he continued in a whisper of his own, "I could stay.. Just as backup, y'know. In case you need me. In case he tries to make a move or-"
Ben's snort of laughter from behind her let them know that he'd heard the hushed comment.
"Dude, when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about between me and Amber-" Ben started in amusement, "I am very, like, keenly aware of how into you she is. I know we went on a date but I mean, she literally said-"
Amber could tell that he was only a second away from bringing up her embarrassing slip of tongue at the end of their tragic date the month before and she turned her head to shoot him a warning glare, causing Ben's words to cut off sharply. When she deemed it safe, she turned back to Stiles again.
"You're sweet and it is stupidly cute, but you really don't need to worry about Ben, alright?" She said even more quietly.
Stiles' lips pulled up reluctantly, "Yeah, okay."
She couldn't hold back a grin, endlessly endeared by his protectiveness. She leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips before giving him a pat on his cheek, "Okay, cool. So I'll catch up with you later then."
Stiles pinched her chin between his forefinger and thumb to tip her head back up again and she went easily. Their lips met in another kiss, this one lingering for a moment before she pushed him away with a flustered laugh.
"Alright, I'm going!" Stiles said, raising his hands in surrender as he turned to leave.
When she turned to face Ben again, she was still sporting a faint blush and giddy smile that wouldn't seem to fade.
"So, what's up? What's the gossip?" She joked, hoping to lighten the mood when she noticed the stressed expression on his face once again.
"I wanted to talk to you about Matt." He said in a hushed voice.
"Daehler?" She asked curiously, frowning when he nodded, "What about him?"
Ben wiped his hands on his jeans as if his palms were sweaty and he looked around them cautiously before speaking, "I, uh.. I saw some pictures on his camera that were kinda.. Um. Well, they were of you-"
"Oh!" She relaxed, "That's what you're all worked up about? It's fine. I know about the pictures."
Ben blinked, faltering for a moment, "You.. You know about the pictures?" He repeated slowly.
"Yeah," She waved off, "He's good with a camera.. It's art — No big deal. It's kinda flattering, honestly, the way he knows how to frame his pictures just right? It's like I'm a model or something except, y'know, all his photos are candid."
"So.." Ben drew out the word, eyes squinting in disbelief, "You know he's been taking these.. Candid pictures, and you're.. Cool with it?" He asked slowly.
She reached out to pat Ben on his broad shoulder with a laugh, "Yes. I'm totally cool with it. He was worried I would think it was creepy, but like I said, it's art. I can appreciate that, y'know? I was actually thinking that if he gets another really good one, I might ask for a copy? Get it printed out and maybe I could frame it and give it to Stiles as a part of his birthday present or something.. That might be cool.." She shook her head as she began to get lost in her thoughts, laughing again quietly, "Anyway, my point is, don't worry about it."
Ben's previously tense shoulders seemed to slump in relief, "I- Okay, then. I just- My bad, I guess." He blew out a long breath through his lips and shrugged awkwardly.
"I seriously appreciate your concern, though," She said honestly, "It was really cool of you to come to me."
He nodded with a serious look, "Yeah, of course. I'm just glad I came to you first instead of, like, immediately confronting Matt and giving him shit about it-"
"Oh, god, yeah!" She nodded in realization.
Ben shook his head, taking a small step back, "Right. So, y'know.. See ya later-"
She waved and bid him goodbye, watching him go with a small smile, grateful that things had been cleared up.
When free period rolled around, Amber and Allison followed as stealthily as they could manage behind Jackson, lurking in the nonexistent shadows as they waited for the right moment to corner him. They kept a safe distance as he walked into the east wing of the school, heading toward the locker rooms and the gymnasium, on his way to get more lacrosse in even after the team's morning practice.
As they entered the more deserted area of the school, devoid of voices and the laughter that had drowned out their steps before, Allison slipped her heels off to quiet her footfalls beside Amber, opting to hold them in her hand instead.
The two girls loitered as he practiced shooting on goal with Danny. When they finally headed back inside, the girls peeked around a corner to watch Jackson enter the boy's locker room as Danny headed in the opposite direction down the hall.
Amber reached for the door handle as they got to the already closed locker room door, but both girls reeled back in shock and a touch of fear when it swung open from the other side just as Amber's fingers brushed the metal.
"You just scared the hell out of me!" Matt Daehler laughed as he exited the locker room while Amber tried to calm her now-racing heart.
"Sorry!" She apologized with a breathless laugh, "Holy shit. I, uh- We we're just-"
"-Nothing," Allison interrupted weakly, "We were just, um, nothing.."
Matt blinked at them in confusion and shook his head, gaze dropping down to the shoes still clutched between Allison's fingers, "Uh, nice heels." He commented with a curious eyebrow raise.
"Oh!" Allison realized, having forgotten she was holding the footwear at all, "Yeah, uh-"
"Her feet were hurting." Amber supplied quickly.
Matt shrugged with a grin, "Same reason I never wear mine." He agreed jokingly.
Amber laughed in surprised amusement and Matt's smile seemed to brighten at the sound.
"Uh, hey.. Did you hear about the underground show?" He asked, eyes focused solely on Amber as he fiddled with the strap of the backpack over his shoulder, "Apparently they've got some big names spinning."
"Spinning-?" Amber repeated the word in confusion.
"Yeah, y'know.. DJ's." Matt clarified.
The pieces clicked together slowly in Amber's mind, "Oh, like a.. Rave?"
Matt scoffed with a smile, "Is it still a rave if you don't roll?" He questioned, "I just call it a party but- Hey! I've got a friend who can hook us up with tickets, if you're down. Y-you want me to get you one?" He asked her hopefully.
"Oh, um-" She frowned, "I don't- I mean, y'know Stiles and I are together-"
"Oh sure, yeah," Matt interrupted, "No, I know, but.. We could still go together as friends, right?"
Amber hesitated, "I mean, yeah, but- Parties like that aren't really my-"
"It'd be really fun, I swear." He promised with a hopeful smile.
Allison nudged at Amber's shoulder anxiously with a nod toward the locker room door to remind Amber of the task at hand.
"I, um- Just as friends?" Amber repeated quickly.
"Yeah, yeah. Just friends," Matt agreed, "I, uh, I could get both of you a ticket?" He suggested, gaze finally drifting over to Allison.
"Uh, fine, yeah," Amber agreed finally, her eyes flicking anxiously toward the locker room, "Sure."
"Cool! Um, it's Friday so I'll get the tickets and-" Matt stepped around them to begin his retreat down the hallway toward the main part of the building, "-Looking forward to it."
As he disappeared around a corner, Amber locked eyes with Allison and saw the other girl was frowning, "That kinda sounded like a date." Allison said quietly.
Amber scoffed, "Which part, exactly? The part where we talked about how I have a boyfriend, the part where we both agreed to go just as friends, or the part where he offered to get you a ticket too?"
Allison's lips were parted with a retort at the ready when there was a sudden ragged coughing from inside the locker room as if Jackson were choking.
"Shit-! Go get Scott," Amber told Allison with wide eyes. The other girl looked like she wanted to fight her on it and Amber shook her head as Jackson's choked noises grew more pained, "Alli, come on. He could be either hurt or going full kanima in there- I'm serious. Jackson won't hurt me but you need to go and get Scott. He's more attuned to you anyway, he'll probably hear you coming before you even get out of the stairwell."
Allison scrunched her face, "Fine. Just.. Be careful." She huffed before turning to run down the hallway.
Amber dropped her unzipped backpack to the ground carelessly, throwing the locker room door open with a bang as she stumbled through the doorway. She listened for sounds of distress, but the noises that Jackson had been making only moments before were gone, now replaced with the quiet sound of running water from the showers at the far side of the room.
"Jackson?" She called out cautiously, slightly worried for the boy as she moved through the rows of lockers in search, "Jackson?"
"In here." Jackson's voice supplied casually from the direction of the showers.
Amber's feet carried her that much faster, converse slapping against the tiles as she headed toward his voice. As she rounded the lockers and came to a stop in the entryway of the showers, she stumbled over her feet in surprise, quickly spinning away at the sight of Jackson's very naked body beneath the spray, staring in her direction with a blank, unaffected gaze.
Amber was staring at the row of lockers across from her with wide eyes as she leaned against the tile wall outside of the showers.
"Something wrong?" He questioned from behind her.
"I- Shit, Jackson!" She exclaimed in disbelief, "A little bit of warning when your dick is out, maybe?"
There was a high-pitched creak as he turned the knob to cut off the flow of hot water and Amber tried desperately to erase the image of Jackson's privates from her brain.
"You're the one who walked into the boy's locker room." He pointed out blankly.
"Wh- I thought I heard you-" She began to defend automatically, thinking back on the horrifying choking noises she'd heard from the hallway, "I mean, I thou- Whatever. Nevermind." She shook her head.
"Did you want to talk about something?" He questioned, his voice sounding from directly behind her now, prompting her to flinch in surprise at his close proximity.
"I- Yeah, but we can-" She huffed out a disbelieving breath as she began to step past him, "We can talk later-"
"No-" Jackson's arm shot out in front of her, his palm pressing against the tile as he caged her back against the tiled wall outside of the showers. Amber immediately forced her eyes upward to avert them from his still-naked body as it dripped with water. She was staring up at the ceiling while he quickly continued, "-Let's talk now."
Her gaze fell to his and she watched Jackson's jaw clench as he glared at her with an especially dark look. She found her heart stuttering slightly in her chest at the coldness behind his eyes.
She licked her lips in thought, "You know? I, uh- I actually should probably start heading to my next class-"
"Oh, no, no-" His face pulled into an irritated snarl and he immediately blocked her attempt to step around him, "No, you don't. You have perfect grades. You can skip one class."
She swallowed audibly at the sudden closeness of the boy's wet body to her own, their torsos practically brushing against one another. A small flash of fear filled her and she felt suddenly stupid for being so blinded by the noises that had sent her barreling into the locker room worried for Jackson's well-being and unafraid of the kanima.
The way Jackson was acting now – the way he was looking at her – It had her feeling suddenly afraid of him for reasons entirely unrelated to the kanima-fueled dangers that she'd mentally prepared herself for earlier in the day.
His gaze fell to her sternum and his lips pulled into a smirk before his eyes returned to hers, "You okay?" He asked condescendingly, "Your heart's beating like crazy."
"I'm fine." She said in a rush as she moved past him, her eyes glued to the tense lines of his body as she began to back away slowly.
"I thought you wanted to talk?" Jackson questioned teasingly, raising his eyebrows and matching her steps.
"I, uh, ch- Changed my mind." She stumbled as she spoke when she backed into one of the wooden changing benches, arms flailing for a moment as she caught her balance.
"You sure? Because you look a little stressed-" His face contorted into anger again and Amber took a shaky breath, still backing away as he continued, "Is it Stilinski? Things falling apart between you two already?"
She shook her head slightly, lips parting to speak but cut off before she could say anything.
"-Can't say it would surprise me. It's not like you two are gonna last," Jackson scoffed meanly, "You know that one day, he and Scott are gonna decide they don't need a little cunt like you always dragging them down. I mean, what teenage guy honestly wants a chick for a best friend, huh? Now that Stilinski's gotten into your pants, it's really only a matter of time."
His words cut deeper than they probably should have, and she was surprised to find her back thumping blindly against the far wall of the locker room. Amber's eyes went wide when she realized she'd unintentionally caged herself again, Jackson's naked frame towering over her as he stepped close enough that patches of her dress darkened with the water from his still dripping body.
"You're being a dick." She told him.
Jackson scoffed cruelly, "I'm being honest. And if you don't realize that then you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well, other than Scott and Stiles because they seem to be pretty stupid bitches themselves-"
"Just stop." Amber demanded with a clenched jaw, gaze drifting toward the door to the locker room as she contemplated whether or not she could make it into the hallway before he caught up to her – she wasn't entirely confident that the odds weighed in her favor.
"What are you gonna do, Amber?!" Jackson shouted, his anger seeming to grow as he leaned even closer, "When your stupid bitch of a best friend- When Scott turns on you! What are you gonna do!"
His fists slammed into the wall on either side of her head and she couldn't hold back a quiet whimper as she flinched in fear, her wide eyes glued to the blind rage that had overtaken his face.
"They almost killed Lydia!" He spit the words in her face in sharp reminder, "Who do you think's gonna be next! Hm? Not you, oh no- Because you're in love with Stiles, and Scott's your best friend and he'd never let you get hurt-?" He shook his head condescendingly. His face was flooded with anger and his nose nearly brushed against hers as he continued to tear into her, "Is that what you tell yourself? Huh? If that's what you tell yourself then you're already dead."
One of Jackson's hands left the wall behind her, sharp claws now on display. He stroked them delicately down the length of Amber's cheek before pausing at the edge of her jawline, the sharp points poking at the skin of her throat just light enough that, while they didn't cut through her flesh, the threat was evident. Jackson's lips pulled back in another terrifying snarl and Amber found her heart racing anxiously at the combined feeling of the tips of his claws against her cheek and his naked body against her.
"Tell me, if your big bad werewolf of a best friend really cared, would he really let you walk around without any way to protect yourself?" Jackson's hand drifted, claws lightly skimming farther down the length of her throat as he spoke.
"I, um," She licked her lips as her body trembled anxiously, trying to work up the nerve to do what she needed to, "I wouldn't say I'm totally helpless-"
She threw her arms up and out to shove his hands away from her, thrusting her leg up sharply in the same moment to slam her knee into his naked groin. When he stumbled back half a step in surprise, she moved to rush past him, but she was yanked back roughly by her arm before she could make it more than a step away. Her cardigan tore from her shoulder as he spun her back around and suddenly they were falling through the air. Her back slammed down onto the ground and a pained grunt slipped past her lips as Jackson's weight landed heavily on top of her.
The moment they collided and his naked body pinned her to the floor, Jackson's eyes were widening, lips parted in surprise as if he'd suddenly been broken from a trance.
"Amber?" He questioned in panicked confusion as he scrambled to his feet frantically, "What are you doing here?"
The girl's heart was sill pounding in her chest too heavily for her to formulate a response. Her lips parted in a loss for words as she shuffled along the floor to put space between them. Her back hit the wall and the cold tile pressed against her bare shoulder where her sweater and the thin strap of her dress were still askew, the fabric dangling loosely down her arm. She watched as Jackson reached for a discarded pair of athletic shorts on the changing bench and moved to cover himself.
The locker room door swung open before she could respond and her wide eyes cut across the room to see Scott standing in the doorway, his gaze flicking back and forth between where she was on the floor, looking disheveled and afraid, and where Jackson was still pulling a pair of shorts over his naked legs with frantic movements.
"I- I'm fine," She assured her best friend quickly, "I'm fi-"
Her words didn't seem to quell the way that Scott's face morphed into one of blind fury. It was only then that Amber realized exactly how bad the scene in front of him appeared.
Without a moment of hesitation, Scott was storming toward Jackson furiously and Amber clumsily climbed to her feet as she watched her best friend shove Jackson back through the air with enough force that a row of lockers caved when the boy's body slammed into them.
"No, Scott! Scott, stop! I'm fine!" She repeated quickly.
Jackson righted himself with a renewed rage, "I. Have. A. Restraining order!"
"Trust me, I restrained myself." Scott retorted angrily.
In a blink, Jackson was tackling Scott and Amber watched in distress as they began to throw one another around the locker room with superhuman strength. They moved toward the showers at the back of the room and she heard an unmistakable crack as the tiles shattered from the force of their brawl.
Jackson stepped back into view, breathing heavily and scowling at Amber where she was still standing wide eyed at the front of the room, but before he could make it more than a few steps toward her, Scott was launching himself out of the showers and sending him hurtling back toward the weight benches.
"You guys, seriously! Stop!" Amber pleaded as she watched Jackson grab a forty-five pound weight, his fingers wrapping around the plate and launching it in Scott's direction as if it weighed nothing at all.
Amber squeaked as her hands came up to cover her mouth, but Scott caught the weight before it could crash into his chest.
He didn't get a moment to recover. Jackson rushed forward to kick him back into the wall, tiles cracking beneath Scott's weight only seconds before he was thrown into the row of sinks along the wall.
The porcelain shattered with a loud crash, water spraying from the burst pipes as the boys continued to throw one another back and forth across the room.
"Guys!" She tried again, voice hitching slightly. Her back hit the wall when they moved closer as she tried to stay away from the action, "Guys, stop!"
As if she hadn't spoken at all, the two continued to shove and kick at each other and Amber's heart pounded anxiously in her chest with each minute that passed, growing more and more worried that one of them might truly get hurt. Her hands scrambled as she patted herself down in search of her cell phone, a disbelieving whine leaving her lips when she realized it was in her backpack in the hallway due to the lack of pockets in her attire.
Jackson sent a final hard kick to Scott's chest and Amber watched her friend slam against the locker room door with a loud crash, the door tearing from its hinges as Scott fell back on top of it and into the hallway.
Amber rushed behind Jackson when he immediately stormed out of the room after Scott, the girl finding Erica already restraining Jackson and pulling him off of Scott. Stiles was attempting to hold Scott back while he tried to charge forward again and Amber pushed her hands against Scott's chest as Stiles wrapped his arms around him.
"Scott!" She pleaded, "Seriously, Scott, I-"
"What the hell is going on!"
Amber's eyes pinched shut in disbelief of their luck as she heard Mr. Harris yelling down the hallway, his footfalls growing louder as he stormed toward them.
"Hey!" The teacher shouted when he saw the boys still fighting against the students that were attempting to keep them apart, "Enough!"
Jackson and Scott seemed to deflate at the sound of their Chemistry teacher's angry yelling, both boys slumping against the arms holding them back as they finally stopped fighting.
"What do you idiots think you're doing?" Mr. Harris yelled, looking between the group of teens with a scowl, "Mr. McCall? Care to explain yourself?" He questioned sharply before his eyes drifted to the two teens who had released him but were still standing beside their friend, "Callisto? Stilinski?"
Amber swallowed loudly and looked around, but the entire group remained silent for a long moment.
"..You dropped this." Matt's voice cut in awkwardly, stepping from behind Mr. Harris and handing Amber's unzipped backpack to her.
Her notebook of bestiary translations was laying at the top of her books in a way that she hadn't quite remembered it being when she'd stuffed it into her bag earlier. As she took her backpack from him, she winced at the water dripping from the fabric due to the leak that had flowed out of the locker room and into the hallway.
"You, and you," Mr. Harris pointed between Jackson and Scott before shaking his head and letting his eyes rake across the group again, his gaze even drifting to where Matt was hovering behind him for a moment, "Actually.. All of you. Detention. Three o'clock."
They all slumped at the announcement of their punishment, Jackson shooting them a dark glare before storming off behind their teacher and Matt as they retreated. The moment that the hallway had cleared out, Scott was rounding on Amber with a furious glare.
"What the heck were you thinking?!" He snapped.
She flinched underneath his anger suddenly directed at her and took a small step back from him, "Wh-"
"Why would you guys split up?" He asked loudly, barely glancing at his girlfriend before he was glaring at Amber again, "That was the stupidest, most reckless-"
"Hey, Scott.." Stiles interrupted Scott's enraged scolding to move between them, nudging Scott back a step, "Take it down a notch, man."
"You didn't see the way-" Scott shook his head, his anger seeming to fade suddenly into concern in the time it took him to inhale and exhale. He moved forward again, "I- Amber, are you alright?"
"I- I'm fine, Scott," She promised, taking Stiles' hand gratefully when his fingers nudged against hers in offering, "I told you-"
Scott's chest heaved as he took a breath to keep calm, "If he.. I swear to god I'm gonna kill him-"
"Scott, stop." Amber interrupted, "It seriously wasn't what it looked like, okay? He didn't-"
"What did it look like?" Stiles questioned in confusion, he and Allison both slightly lost in the conversation.
Scott let out another sharp breath, "It looked like Jackson was-"
"I know what it looked like!" Amber cut him off again frantically, not wanting to hear the words, "Scott he was just yelling at me, okay? He was being an asshole but he wasn't going to- He-" She took a shaky breath, "He wasn't going to do anything. Not what you're thinking. He wasn't going to do.. that."
"Do what?"
Allison and Stiles voiced the words at the same time, the former still sounding confused and the latter simply exasperated at being left out.
Scott didn't speak, but he held eye contact with Amber for a long moment as if he were trying to search her face for any trace of a lie, even after having listened to the way her heartbeat remained steady while she'd spoken the words. He nodded slowly in indication that he believed her, his shoulders slumping from their rigid stance. Amber took a small step forward to pull him into a one armed hug, her other hand still extended behind her with Stiles' fingers trapped in her grip.
"I'm okay," She murmured quietly into his ear, "But regardless, I'm glad you came when you did," She said slightly louder as she released him and stepped back, "Did- Did you do okay on your makeup test? Did me and Stiles' flash cards help?"
There was a pause before he responded and she frowned at his moment of hesitation.
"I, uh, yeah. Totally. They definitely helped!" Scott said after a moment with a bit too much enthusiasm.
Amber groaned, her head rolling back on her shoulders, "You weren't finished and you bombed it to get down here and help me, didn't you?"
Scott winced, "Yeah."
Amber sighed, her grip tightening around Stiles' hand as she shook her head to clear away negative thoughts, "It's fine, it's totally fine! Y'know why? We- New game plan! Stiles and I will help you with some extra credit work instead and your grade will just-" She pulled at Stiles' wrist as she slapped her free palm against their joined hands, imitating something shooting up into the air, "We can still fix this."
At the end of the day, Amber was surprised by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist from behind, warmth filling her chest as the scent of Stiles' cologne washed over her. His mouth pressed softly against the side of her neck and Amber's breath stuttered at the feeling. She abandoned the book she'd been pulling from her locker to reach back toward him, fingers wrapping around the back of his neck as she tipped her head at an awkward angle to catch his lips with her own.
"Mm, hello." She greeted quietly against his mouth.
"Hi," Stiles grinned, his arms tightening around her ribs as she turned back to collect her World History textbook, "You ready for detention?"
"As ready as one can be for punishment in the form of forced labor." She zipped up her backpack and closed her locker as she turned in her boyfriend's arms. Her back hit the lockers softly as Stiles leaned into her space to press his lips against hers again in a quick kiss.
"We're going to reshelve a couple books. It's not exactly punitive labor." He commented in amusement, prying her backpack from her fingers and releasing her so that he could drape the strap over his shoulder atop his own bag.
She took his hand in hers and rolled her eyes, "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you're supposed to agree with your girlfriend no matter what? Even when you think she's wrong or being ridiculous or batshit crazy?"
"I dunno, I think that might be a myth.." Stiles teased with a barely concealed grin as they headed toward the library.
"I'm just saying.. Maybe you should look into it-" She couldn't fight the smile that pulled at her own lips as his thumb ran softly back and forth along the back of her hand. She changed the subject with a quiet huff, "D'you think Erica really kept all the kanima stuff about Jackson a secret after you talked to her earlier? That she didn't tell Derek?"
Stiles sighed, "I freakin' hope so. You guys only just convinced me that we shouldn't kill him, it'd be a real bummer now if Derek just ripped his throat out anyway."
She winced, "That's.. Graphic."
"Sorry," Stiles made a face, "But, I mean- Wouldn't be the first time, would it? The guy didn't even hesitate when it was his own uncle-"
"That's a little different, I think-" She defended weakly, "I mean, his uncle was a psychopath whereas Jackson's technically one of Derek's Betas. Or, y'know, he would be if he didn't have so much repressed shit-"
"You think Derek being the one to give him the bite would really make him think twice?" Stiles questioned, pulling open the library doors and letting Amber step through first.
She shrugged, "I wouldn't necessarily count on it, but there's no harm in hoping, right?"
She dropped into a chair across the table from where Scott was already sitting and Stiles was quick to claim the one beside her.
"Oh, um, we can't be in detention together," Jackson told Mr. Harris as he sat down in the seat behind Amber, "I have a restraining order against these tools."
"All of these tools?" Their teacher asked with an unimpressed look, eyes flicking over their table.
"No, just us tools." Stiles supplied with a sigh, pointing between himself and Scott.
"Fine. Jackson, sit there," Mr. Harris said with an eye roll, gesturing to the empty seat at the table where Matt and Allison were sitting on the other side of the room before focusing back on the other teens as Erica sat down at an unoccupied table behind the teacher, "You two keep your distance from him."
Their teacher's attention left them to focus elsewhere and Scott took the opportunity to lean across the table, his face pinched tight in anger, "I'm gonna kill him." He stated, eyes flicking over to Jackson before refocusing on his best friends.
"No, you're not." Amber whispered.
"You're gonna find out who's controlling him." Stiles reminded him.
"-And then you're gonna help save him." Amber finished seriously.
"No," Scott whispered with a determined look, attention drifting to Stiles, "You were right. Let's kill him."
"He was not right," Amber whispered sharply, "You two are killing me. Get it together."
"Hey, I'm on your side now, remember?" Stiles defended, reaching out to pat her leg beneath the table as he spoke.
Amber gripped his hand over her bare thigh and squeezed it with a grateful nod.
"Hey, what if it's Matt?" Stiles pondered aloud after a few minutes, his eyes focussed on the boy sitting across the room beside Allison, "-I mean this whole thing comes back to the video, right? It was his camera-"
Scott shook his head, "Danny said that Matt was the one that found the two hours of footage that was missing-"
"Exactly!" Stiles whispered, raising his eyebrows as he continued to make his point, "He's trying to throw suspicion off himself."
Amber and Scott let their gazes drift across the room to watch the boy in question as he crunched on a chip from the snack bag he'd been picking at since the start of detention.
"..So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?" Scott deduced in confusion.
"Yes!" Stiles hissed.
"Why would he do that?" Amber questioned incredulously.
"Because.. He's evil." Stiles supplied slowly.
She peered across the room again and watched as Matt shook his bag of chips across the table at Jackson in offering.
"Yeah, he looks like a real criminal mastermind." Amber whispered sarcastically.
"You just don't like him." Scott told Stiles with a shake of his head.
"The guy bugs me, I dunno what it is," Stiles agreed quietly, "Just.. Look at his face."
Amber pulled her hand from Stiles' with a wince and bit down on her lip, "Does that mean now is a bad time to mention that he asked me to go to that rave concert thing with him on Friday-"
Stiles shot her a look of disbelief, eye twitching as he searched for words, "He what?"
"I mean, as friends, obviously-" She added, feeling slightly guilty from the look on her boyfriend's face.
"But you said no, right?" Stiles whispered, his gaze flicking over her shoulder to scowl at Matt before returning to her face.
She scrunched her nose, "Not exactly."
Scott listened in on their interaction silently, eyes bouncing between his best friends as if he were watching a tennis match while they went back and forth.
"Well what exactly did you say, then?" Stiles followed up.
"..Yes?"
"What!" Stiles said a little too loudly, shrinking back as everyone looked over at him and repeating himself in a hushed whisper, "What?"
Amber dropped her hand over his knee with a sympathetic frown, "I made sure he knew you and I were together and that we'd just be going as friends. And in the end he offered to get a ticket for Allison too," She promised quietly, "I didn't realize you despised him quite so much or else I would've-"
"Well if I disliked him before, I freakin' loathe him now." Stiles glared over her shoulder once more.
She sighed, grip tightening on his leg, "Babe, I'm sorry, but.. I'm not canceling on him after I already agreed to go-"
"I didn't- I'm not asking you to-" Stiles huffed with a shake of his head, "Just, be careful, alright? There's something off about the guy."
She turned her head to look back at Matt again and watched as the boy finished his chips and began meticulously folding the empty bag in half over and over until it was shaped into a small square of trash that he proceeded to tuck away in the pocket of his jeans.
"Right.." Amber drew out the word quietly, unconvinced.
A silence fell over their table, the quiet stretching on for a few minutes before Jackson suddenly pushed out of his chair and began to stumble toward the library doors with a mumbled excuse about needing to use the bathroom.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Harris questioned, looking genuinely worried for the boy in a way that had Amber very nearly rolling her eyes, "You don't look so good-"
Jackson merely pushed past the teacher when they crossed paths, "I just need to get some water." He muttered as he pushed through the doors and exited the library.
Mr. Harris watched him go for only a moment before he moved to follow behind him, pausing at the doors to turn back and glare at the rest of them, "No one leaves their seats." He warned.
The moment the doors closed behind him, Amber, Scott, and Stiles all shared a look in silent communication before they wordlessly pushed up from their chairs and rushed over to the table Erica had taken up by herself.
"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott addressed the blonde, wasting no time with beating around the bush.
Erica looked between the three of them as they sat down and shrugged in nonchalance, "Maybe."
"Talk." Scott urged quickly.
Erica flipped her notebook closed with a sigh and leaned over the table on her elbows, "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he turns eighteen."
Stiles narrowed his eyes in disbelief, "So, not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?"
"Yup." Erica grinned at the annoyance in his voice.
"There is something so deeply wrong with that." Stiles muttered.
"The last thing that boy needs is more money to further inflate his ego." Amber agreed quietly.
"You know what?" Erica murmured, opening her laptop and clicking around on the trackpad as she navigated the screen, "I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's inbox.. He keeps everything."
"Scott McCall, Please report to the principal's office. Scott McCall. Principal's office."
Amber had pushed out of her seat and was headed to the opposite side of the table where Stiles and Erica were sitting when the announcement rang out loudly through the PA system. She frowned as she looked at her friend in question but Scott shrugged in response with a frown of his own, patting her on the shoulder as he stood and moved to head down to the front office.
Stiles spread his legs over the sides of his wide chair and Amber settled between his thighs easily so that they could both peer at the computer screen while Erica did a deep dive through her father's old emails.
As the blonde finally pulled up the message thread they were looking for a few minutes later, the doors to the library reopened with a quiet click as Jackson and Mr. Harris came back into the room, but the three teens paid no attention, continuing to read through the attachments as Erica opened them up on the screen.
"Wait, wait-" Amber whispered, her eyes suddenly catching on the words written on the copy of the insurance claim, "Look at the dates."
"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA-" Erica read from the middle of the page, "The estimated time of death - 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995." She finished with a questioning lilt to her voice, eyebrows lifting as if she wasn't sure what could be possibly important about that particular piece of information
"Jackson's birthday is June 15." Stiles pointed out, pulling the words straight from Amber's mouth.
Erica turned to blink at them in surprise.
The sudden zing of a zipper rang out through the room and everyone's attention was drawn to where Mr. Harris was pulling his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his things as he moved to leave early. The teens all followed suit in collective relief, beginning to gather their own belongings together before the sound of their teacher chuckling quietly made them pause.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry-" He laughed, not sounding the least bit apologetic, "Uh, yes.. I'm leaving. But none of you are," He explained, stepping up to one of the many wheeled carts stacked high with books, "You may go when you're done with the reshelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
Mr. Harris chuckled again as he left the room and Amber's face pinched up in disgust.
"I genuinely hate that man." She muttered, dropping down into the seat again and leaning back into Stiles' chest with a sigh.
Erica's eyes were flicking over the screen of her laptop again, still searching for something following the discovery made by Stiles and Amber.
"What?" Amber questioned after a moment.
Erica closed the lid to her computer and blinked, "They kept his mom on life support until they could get her body prepped for surgery." She explained quietly.
"Jesus." Stiles muttered.
All of their gazes drifted over to where Jackson was leaning heavily over the top of his table, looking slightly sweaty and feverishly unwell.
"You think he's good?" Amber questioned in a whisper, head tipped back onto Stiles shoulder so she could speak quietly into his ear.
Stiles shrugged behind her, "Maybe the bite's finally gonna kill him." He joked.
Amber pinched his arm between her fingers in reprimand, "Cut that out. Now, c'mon. Let's do some reshelving. I'd like to go home at some point today."
Erica rolled her eyes at the couple just as the doors were thrown open once again and Scott reemerged. He immediately came to stand where Amber was already beginning to roll one of the carts of books in the direction of the stacks, nodding his head toward Allison in a motion for her to follow them. Stiles stepped around Amber to pull the cart from the other side, grabbing a book at random once they were hidden away between the shelves and peering down at the sticker on the bottom of the binding as he searched for the place where it belonged amongst the shelved books.
"Did you guys find anything?" Scott questioned his friends as Allison stepped up beside them.
Amber grimaced as she grabbed a book of her own, "Yeah, kinda." She supplied weakly, pushing up onto her toes to shove the book onto a high shelf.
"You guys found something?" Allison repeated curiously, "About his parents?"
Amber and Stiles both nodded, looking at one another silently as they debated who should speak and eventually the girl caved with a sigh, "Well, you know they both died in a car accident-" She whispered, fighting against the flashes of painful memories that cropped up at the reminder of how her own parents had been taken from her, "But it was only a couple of hours before Jackson was born." She continued.
"What does that mean?" Scott asked in confusion.
"It means he was born after his mom died," Amber explained, "..By c-section."
"They had to pull him out of her dead body." Stiles supplied grimly.
"Oh my god." Allison whispered.
Amber nodded in agreement as she reshelved another book, "So, yeah. His parents were killed before tiny Jackson was even born into the world."
"Killed.." Allison repeated slowly, "So, was it an accident or not?"
Stiles shrugged, "The word all over the reports is 'inconclusive'."
Scott leaned on his elbows, resting his weight onto a stack of books with wide eyes, "What? His parents could've been murdered?"
Stiles nodded with another noncommittal shrug, "If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth, right?"
Amber nodded in agreement, "It seeks out and kills murderers but.. What, because it had a loved one who was also murdered?"
"Would that go for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" Allison questioned in a hushed voice.
"Maybe both?" Amber pondered, "I mean, maybe that's why they bonded in the first place."
"Could be." Stiles agreed easily.
"Regardless, I don't think Jackson wants to kill anybody," Amber whispered, "I mean, if he knew what he was-"
"We have to talk to him," Scott interrupted, moving around the book cart to walk to the front of the aisle, "We have to tell him."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Amber countered, stepping forward to follow after him, "I don't think he's gonna listen to-" Scott left the row of shelves without another word and Amber sighed as she turned back to Allison and Stiles, "-And he's gone.. Y'know, he used to listen to me."
"Yeah, him going Teen Wolf and no longer being such a pushover is a real pain in the ass, isn't it?" Stiles lamented in agreement.
"Yes." Amber agreed in discontent.
A loud crash from a few rows over had Amber flinching in surprise, head whipping toward the commotion as another crash immediately followed, the second one sounding out slightly closer.
"Erica!" Scott yelled from another row.
Amber took a nervous step back toward Stiles as her heart picked up in her chest. The next crash sounded from directly above them as a dark blur jumped from one towering bookshelf to another, slamming into the ceiling and shattering lights as it moved. Amber brought her hands up to cover her head as small shards of glass along with styrofoam and dust from the ceiling tiles rained down over them and Stiles pulled her to the ground, wrapping one arm around her waist and positioning the other protectively over their heads.
They heard Erica let out a small scream from the next row and as Stiles lowered his arm slowly, Amber looked between him and Allison with wide eyes.
The shattered light bulbs above were sparking dangerously as electricity continued to flow into them and Amber took ahold of Stiles' wrist as the sound of wood splintering and loud crashes continued from beyond the stack that they were tucked away in.
The familiar screech of the kanima sounded out only moments before Scott was tossed back into a cart of books in need of re-shelving at the end of the bookshelves. Amber made a small, unconscious move to go toward her friend to help but Stiles tugged her back into his arms without hesitation, scolding her quietly.
Scott groaned as he righted himself and he slipped into the row of shelves upon spotting the three of them still ducked down beside the other book cart. He came to a crouch in front of them all, blocking them off from the end of the row and stretching his arms out protectively as Allison flocked to her boyfriend's back.
It was only then that Amber's eyes fell on Jackson. He was stood in front of a blackboard across the room, half-shifted in a way she'd only ever seen when he was unconscious outside of the nightclub, his skin lightly covered in scales though he remained looking mostly human. His head lolled to the side limply as he gripped a piece of chalk and began to write on the board, showing no indication that he knew what he was doing, like a puppet controlled by someone pulling at its strings.
The chalk clicked loudly against the board in the sudden silence as Jackson's unfocused yellow eyes gazed at nothing in particular across the room and Amber gripped onto Stiles that much tighter in unease. Jackson finished his messy scrawl of large letters on the board, remaining still for a terrifying moment before he launched himself out of the second story library window in a loud crash of shattering glass.
Amber let out a shaky exhale and Stiles pressed his mouth to her temple, not quite kissing her but simply panting anxious breaths into her skin as they all took in the message that had been left behind on the blackboard.
STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU
The four rose to their feet, slowly stepping out from the row of bookshelves as the lights continued to flicker and spark above them. Amber's gaze drifted to the next row over as it came into view and she stumbled over her own feet at the sight of the blonde werewolf convulsing on the floor.
Amber pushed past Stiles and fell to her knees, rolling Erica over onto her back until she could see the other girl's face.
"Woah, woah- Hey!" Stiles alerted the others immediately as he followed his girlfriend's footsteps and helped her hold onto Erica while the girl thrashed.
"She's having a seizure-" Amber shouted in confusion, "She's a werewolf! How- How is she having a seizure?"
"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital." Stiles announced obviously.
"Derek-" Erica disagreed in a quick burst, "T-To Derek."
Their grip on the blonde tightened further as she twitched and Scott dropped down to the floor alongside them, looking over to the next row where Allison was checking on an unconscious Matt.
"He's alive." Allison declared.
Scott sighed in relief, his eyes meeting Amber's panicked ones before his gaze dropped down to Erica for a moment. He looked back at Allison, "When we get her to the hospital-"
"To Derek," Erica was quick to repeat, jerking beneath Amber's hands, "To Derek."
"Okay," Amber agreed easily as Stiles sat Erica up in his arms, "Okay, we'll go to Derek." She promised.
Scott was still looking at Allison longingly and he stood suddenly before rounding the bookshelf to drop down beside his girlfriend.
Stiles' head snapped up in annoyance, "Hey, Scott!"
"Asshole." Amber muttered under her breath as she pushed a clump of curls from Erica's face and tucked them behind her ear, "Scott!" She called out again in frustration.
She could hear the hushed whisperings between Scott and Allison but couldn't quite make out the words that were being said and her eyes went to her boyfriend's to meet Stiles' own irritated gaze.
"Scott, go." Allison said loudly.
"Yeah, Scott, get your ass over here!" Amber snapped as she helped Stiles get to his feet with Erica draped in his arms bridal style.
Scott finally approached them again a few seconds later and immediately took Erica's weight from Stiles' arms, carrying her effortlessly as he rushed toward the exit. Stiles huffed quietly in annoyance as they followed behind Scott with quick steps and Amber's hand found his back as they moved through the empty halls.
"I had that." Stiles muttered quietly.
"I know you did." Amber assented, rubbing her hand over his shoulder blades as they rushed down the hallway.
"I wasn't struggling that much. I could've carried her-"
Amber nodded empathetically, "I'm sure you could've."
Stiles huffed as they rounded a corner to head toward the front doors, "Why do I get the feeling you're just trying to appease me?"
"Because I am." Amber said easily, grabbing his hand to pull him to move faster.
"Wh- I mean, I've carried you plenty of times! You know I could-"
"You're very strong, baby, okay?" She placated quickly as they followed Scott through the doors and down the steps to the sidewalk, "But we both know Scott's stronger. There's no point in wearing out your human muscles, right?"
Stiles frowned as he pulled out his keys, "Yeah, I- Okay."
She knew that couldn't possibly be the end of it, the very last thing Stiles was known for was his ability to let things go, or concede in a fight — but it seemed he was willing to drop the subject for now, and Amber rewarded him with a tender stroke of her thumb over his cheek before she climbed into the vehicle.
As sickening as it was to watch Derek snap the bones in Erica's arm to jumpstart her healing process, it was nothing compared to the positively blood curdling scream that Erica let out when he sunk his claws into her flesh to squeeze the kanima venom out through the broken limb.
Amber had never had any real problems with the sight of blood, but as Derek dug his fingers into the skin of Erica's arm and thick red streams of it poured out onto the dirty floor of the train car, she had to hold back a gag as nausea flooded her body.
Stiles' warm breath against her neck as he shielded his own eyes from the gore-y scene was a welcomed comfort. She reached to cup the back of his head and he burrowed his face further into her hair with a wince when Derek tightened his grip once more and Erica's screams started up again.
"Derek-" Amber choked out, tightening her other hand around Erica's as a few tears leaked down the blonde's cheeks.
"I'm almost done." Derek promised them.
The next few minutes were painful for everyone involved and their ears were still ringing with Erica's cries of pain by the time Derek released his grip on her arm. They all slumped in relief at the sudden silence while Erica caught her breath and Derek and Scott were quick to rise to their feet and exit the ratty train car.
Amber stumbled to her own feet, temples throbbing slightly from both the anxiety and the screams that had filled her head for the last couple hours. She gave Stiles' shoulder a squeeze before she followed the path out of the train car in search for where Scott and Derek had wandered off to only moments before.
"You knew who it was." Scott accused Derek as Amber stepped up behind the two werewolves.
She watched with a sick weight in her stomach as Derek wiped Erica's blood away from his hands with a rag before he nodded and spoke, "Jackson."
"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?" Scott asked in annoyance.
Derek nodded again but Amber took another step into their space before he could respond, "You're not going to hurt him."
"I'm not?" Derek crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows.
"Face it, Derek. You need help from Scott and his worthless pack of humans," Her words were laced with venom and she almost felt satisfied by the look of surprise on the older werewolf's face, "And we'll help you, alright? But we're not hurting him."
"Amber-" Derek's words were cut off when Scott cut in.
"She's right," Scott nodded seriously, placing a hand on Amber's shoulder in a show of support, "We'll help you stop him. But we do it on one condition; we're gonna find a way to catch him, not kill him."
Derek sighed, "So what's your plan then?"
Silence.
"You want to do things 'your way', but neither of you has a plan?" Derek huffed in exasperation.
"The rave on Friday.." Amber said after a moment.
Derek shook his head immediately, "There'll be too many people-"
"Exactly," Scott agreed immediately, "Jackson won't be expecting us to corner him in such a crowded location and he'll be a whole lot easier to catch if he's not expecting it."
"So, Mr. I'm A Werewolf And I Know Everything-" Amber looked at Derek expectantly, "How does one set a trap for demented lizard-wolf?"
"We could use mountain ash, maybe.." Derek said with a shrug, "But I don't have any."
"Well who would?" Amber asked immediately.
Derek frowned, "Scott's boss might-"
"You think Deaton has this stuff?" Scott questioned.
"There's a lot you don't know about him, Scott," Derek supplied unhelpfully, "And I doubt he'd give it to me, but he might be willing to give it to you."
"Okay," Amber said easily, "So we ask Dr. Deaton for this ashy shit.. What exactly is it though? How is it gonna help us catch Jackson?"
Derek sighed a long suffering sigh before giving them a painfully undetailed run down of how they might be able to use the mountain ash to trap Jackson, but voiced that he was unsure how they'd subdue the kanima once they had him trapped. Scott was quick to insist that Deaton would be able to help them come up with a more thorough plan and that he, Amber, and Stiles would go and speak with his boss after school one day.
"Cool. So we have a week to come up with a plan, then," Amber said, bitterness seeping into her voice as her eyes drifted to Derek again, "I guess we'll just have one of your precious Betas let you know once we have it all hashed out, since you've made sure that it's impossible for any of us to get a hold of you."
She turned away with a huff and made her way down the dark, dirty hallway, needing just a moment by herself as anger pulsed violently in her chest. She flinched when a hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her to a stop in an empty stretch of the abandoned railway cars.
"Amber, hang on a second." Derek said calmly.
Her eyes narrowed, hurt creeping up inside her as she recalled what he'd said just a few days before to shed some light on why he'd entirely cut off contact with her.
I didn't want you to be a part of my pack if you wanted to stay human.
"What?" She sighed weakly.
"I know I hurt your feelings," He said slowly, "And I-"
"You didn't," She lied with a small shrug, "Why would I be hurt?"
Derek gave her a look as if she were being wholly ridiculous, "I know I hurt you," He repeated, "When I told you I didn't want you to be a part of my pack-"
"I'm a part of Scott's pack, remember? You said so yourself. I don't want to be a part of your stupid agro-pack anyway, okay?"
He appeared sad as he frowned at her and she couldn't quite tell if it was hurt or pity swimming in his eyes, but her throat tightened regardless.
He sighed, "I just wanted to apologize, alright? My mother never really considered the human family members to be part of the pack and until I saw the bond that Scott's formed with you, and Stiles, and Allison, I thought that was just how it was supposed to be. I didn't-"
"Didn't want a sixteen year old little girl to get in the way and ruin your perfect pack of werewolves?"
She refused to even look at the older werewolf as she spit his words back at him, her eyes focussed on the dirty cement wall behind him instead. She hadn't even been truly angry when he'd initially said the words, but now that her frustration had pushed its way to the surface, she felt her emotions taking over for the first time since the night she'd turned down his offer of the bite.
"I shouldn't have said that," Derek confessed quietly, "I didn't mean it. I was angry that you turned me down but I shouldn't have pushed you away the way I did."
Her jaw clenched, "No. You shouldn't have."
"I'm sorry."
At his apology, her eyes finally flicked back to Derek and her stiffness loosened slightly at the genuine regret on his normally stoic face.
"All I ever wanted was to help you." She said quietly.
"I know."
"I- I was starting to think of you like a brother and you just.. You said you didn't want me anymore and you left." Her voice caught in her throat and Derek's eyes widened at the shift in her emotions, "I cared about you."
"I.." Derek's face scrunched up like he was struggling entirely too hard with his words before continuing, "I care about you too."
Her face broke into a grin accompanied by glassy eyes as she threw her arms around his shoulders, "Aw, Sourwolf.. I forgive you. For being such a big stupid dickhead."
Derek chuckled quietly as he returned her hug and Amber's chest felt decidedly warm.
"Oh, come on! Alpha paws off my girlfriend. For the love of God." Stiles' voice exclaimed as he rounded the corner.
Amber laughed as she released the werewolf and she took Stiles' hand in hers as soon as he was at her side, "How's Erica?" She asked.
Stiles smiled sadly, "Healed. She passed out but she looks a lot better than she did."
Derek nodded at his words before moving past them and Amber's arms looped around her boyfriend's waist the moment they were alone. She nuzzled her head into his neck and he huffed an amused laugh as he returned her embrace, combing his fingers through her hair in a familiar motion.
"What's up?" He asked quietly.
She shrugged and attempted to bury herself deeper in him, "Are you and Scott ready to go?"
Stiles hummed a confirmation before dropping his arms around her waist, "Should I carry you to the Jeep? To prove my more than adequate human strength?" He tightened his arms and lifted her until her toes could only just brush the ground but she shoved him away with a squeal of laughter.
"No," She said quickly as she moved down the hall, "Nope, no carrying necessary. Let's go get Scott. We can start planning Operation Capture Jackson on the way."
Stiles ran up behind her and she broke into laughter again while dodging his attempts to get his arms around her, tangling her fingers with his instead as she pulled him along.
"Stiles!"
Amber fisted the fabric of his flannel between her fingers in the scramble for something substantial to hold onto as her voice rose.
"I'm serious! Put me down!" She demanded in a shout.
"Nope," He slammed the passenger door of the Jeep closed and turned to head inside the house, his hands gripping her thighs tightly to ensure she didn't fall from the place where she'd been thrown over his shoulder after insisting he help her from the vehicle in what she'd thought had been an act of chivalry, "Not until we're upstairs. I'm-"
"You have proven your point!" She found herself laughing despite the way his shoulder was digging somewhat painfully into her gut.
"Not yet."
As he stepped into the house, Stiles took a moment to toe off his shoes while using one hand to pull Amber's from her feet and dropping them to smack against the floor one at a time.
"I'm wearing a dress!" She squealed when he still didn't set her down. She suddenly found herself desperately hoping that none of his nosy neighbors had been looking through their windows at the right moment to receive a full view of her ass as he'd carried her inside.
"You sure are," Stiles agreed as he moved past the entryway and deeper into the house, his right hand sliding dangerously further up her thigh as he went, "Thanks for that, by the way. It's a nice view."
She pinched his backside in retaliation as he began to climb the stairs and his knees buckled worryingly for a moment in surprise on the bottom step.
"Do not drop me, Stilinski-" She threatened seriously.
"Don't distract me!" He countered.
"You're being ridiculous!" She argued, watching with unease as the distance between her head and the floor grew, "And you're lucky I don't get motion sickness because looking down all of these stairs is mildly terrifying-"
"I'm not gonna drop you." He promised.
He made a point of tightening his fingers around her thighs further to reassure her but his actions had an entirely different effect. She had to bite down on her lower lip painfully to hold back the quiet moan that threatened to escape as his fingers dug into the soft flesh just beneath the roundness of her ass, his thumb dipping torturously between her thighs as he squeezed, the tip achingly close to pressing against her lace-covered core. So close, she could very nearly taste it.
When they made it to his bedroom, Stiles unceremoniously dropped her down onto the bed and she quickly propped herself up on her elbows to look up at him in disbelief, her cheeks flushed with heat.
"That.. Was so unnecessary." She said breathlessly as she pushed herself to sit up at the edge of his bed.
Stiles only grinned, "Told you I could do it, though. I'm not even winded. In fact, I could've-"
His words cut off in surprise when Amber dragged him forward with a hand fisted in his shirt, his knees bumping the mattress as he stumbled to a stop between her parted legs. She blinked up at him while she continued to catch her breath, tongue poking out to wet her lips unconsciously as her gaze flicked from his eyes to his mouth.
Stiles watched the movements and leaned down suddenly with one knee on the mattress between her thighs to pull her into a kiss, his hand gliding over her jaw to cradle the back of her head until his fingers could tangle in her hair.
She groaned into his mouth, her arms sliding across his shoulders to loop around his neck so that she could pull him down against her as she fell to her back on the bed. The sparks that had pooled in her belly crept lower, fluttering excitedly between her legs as his weight settled on top of her and she sighed contentedly through her nose when he deepened the kiss.
His fingers skimmed with the ghost of a touch over the skin of her biceps, dragging up past her elbows where he untangled her arms from around his neck to push them down against the mattress. His hands trailed back toward her own to tangle their fingers together once her arms were splayed out on either side of her head. When his lips left hers, she tipped her head back while his mouth left a wet trail of kisses along her jaw and down the length of her neck.
Her hips canted up reflexively as his teeth scraped softly over the sensitive skin of her throat, his warm breath tingling along her skin, and Stiles groaned into her neck when her pelvis made contact with the growing bulge at the front of his jeans.
"Stiles-" She breathed as his hands tightened around hers, arching up against him again in a desperate search for friction.
The scratch of denim was rough against her bare thighs as he shifted between her legs. The smell of his body wash still lingered on his skin from his morning shower and it filled her lungs with much needed oxygen while simultaneously filling her head with a giddy static that left her reeling, like the black and white fuzz of a channel that didn't come in on the television.
His lips trailed lower to leave hot kisses along her collarbones, his hands releasing her only so that he could slide her sweater from her shoulders, the strap of her dress following suit and slipping down past her elbow. His mouth was quick to find the newly revealed skin of her chest and she groaned while he stripped her of her cardigan completely, allowing him to tug it down her arms and toss it blindly over the side of the bed.
She pushed his own overshirt from his shoulders in response and his hands gravitated back to her skin the moment it was stripped away so that he could hike the fabric of her dress up, his thumbs pressing into her flesh intoxicatingly when he reached the tops of her thighs. She helped him drag the fabric up over her stomach and chest, tearing the dress over her head in a quick movement.
Stiles stared at her in awe for a moment before he was crowding her back against the bed to recapture her lips. Their tongues danced between hot breaths but eventually he was leaning down to reattach his mouth to the skin of her chest with wet kisses instead.
She felt his hands slip beneath her back to tug at the clasp of her bra. His mouth paused distractedly where he'd been kissing at her skin and the offer to assist him was on her lips when the fabric suddenly fell loose around her chest.
"Got it," Stiles boasted quietly, pulling the article from her body and throwing that behind himself as well, his lips immediately gravitating back to her chest, "Stupid demon contraption-" He muttered against her skin before sealing his mouth around a pebbled nipple.
The moan she let out was pornographic as her spine arched up from the mattress, chasing the feeling of his mouth, of his teeth scraping lightly against the bud while his thumb brushed lightly over her other breast.
It felt all too sudden when he pulled back and she blinked at him in confusion, feeling ridiculously disheveled from just fifteen minutes of kissing and a few seconds of his mouth on her tits.
"Hickeys," Stiles said simply as they looked at one another with lust-filled eyes. He licked at his swollen lips before continuing, "How do you feel about hickeys if they're not on your neck? Y'know? Is that still a no, or-"
She nodded wildly, "'S fine, that's fine."
An excited grin spread across his face and Amber wondered for a fleeting moment if she'd later regret granting him permission, but the thoughts were cast out of her mind the second he bit down on the sensitive flesh on the side of her breast, teeth sinking into the softness with a sudden and pleasurable sting.
She keened and gripped at the back of his neck as he sucked harshly on the sensitive skin before moving on to a new spot, his mouth leaving a smattering of biting kisses over both her breasts, littering her with spots in a wide array of pink and purple. He gripped her waist tightly, one hand holding her still as he worked while the other trailed down the outside of her thigh to pull her leg up around his hip.
When he finally kissed his way back up to her mouth, she angled her head to deepen the kiss immediately and reached between them to press her palm against the bulge beneath the zip of his pants as their tongues tangled. Stiles groaned into her mouth and she was quick to begin working at the button on his jeans, tugging it free and yanking down the zipper before pulling at the fabric at his hips.
He leaned back to rid himself of his jeans and slipped back into the space between her thighs in a flash, his hips rolling down against hers lightly as he reattached their mouths. He didn't waste any time before his lips were dragging back down her neck and chest, leaving a wet trail in their wake as he kissed and licked at her skin.
She was about to plead with him to do something but the words died on her lips when he moved lower, kissing a line down her stomach and nipping lightly at her hip bone before trailing lower still and repeating the treatment he'd given her breasts on the skin at the top of her thighs with teasing bites and kisses.
His fingers finally hooked beneath the waistband of her underwear and he slipped the fabric down her legs until they were out of the way, absentmindedly leaving them hooked around just one of her ankles in his rush to get back to the task at hand.
His head dipped down between her thighs tongue first and Amber cried out, gripping desperately at his shoulders over his shirt as he began to work his mouth against her clit.
"Yes," She praised simply in a low whisper, "S-shit."
He slid a hand up her stomach to massage her breast and she found herself having a hard time holding back the breathy noises that left her as he alternated between licking down at her entrance and moving a little higher up to flick his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves there instead. He swirled around her clit a few times, warm and soft and so fucking incredible, before he was flattening his tongue to apply more pressure.
"Sti-" She gasped, "Shit, y-yes. Just like- You- S-shit-"
Her chest was heaving with strangled breaths, fingers digging into his shoulders desperately as she tried to vocalize how good he was making her feel.
Her thighs began to tremble with the build of her orgasm, legs tightening around his shoulders as he worked her closer and closer to her peak. She was teetering on the edge, gasping and whining slack-jawed, when Stiles closed his lips around her clit and sucked lightly, his tongue still flicking against the nub, and her orgasm suddenly crashed over her in a wave of white-hot pleasure. Her hips twitched beneath him and his name spilled from her lips as her whole body jerked with her release.
He didn't back off until she began to wriggle uncomfortably beneath him from overstimulation. He haphazardly wiped the slick covering his mouth off against the love-bitten skin of her thigh before he crawled his way back up her body to drop his forehead against hers, their noses brushing lightly as she caught her breath.
"It- It's almost annoying how good you are at that." She murmured, tipping her chin up to catch his lips against hers lightly.
Stiles grinned in satisfaction at the compliment and he leaned down to slot their lips together more firmly, the taste of her own arousal lingering on his mouth.
After a moment of recovery, Amber reached down to wrap a hand around the hard line of his cock over his boxers, a surprisingly large patch of precome dampening the fabric, his length warm and heavy in her hand. He huffed a sharp breath into her mouth and she pulled back from the kiss slightly to peer up at him, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered and his lips parted as she tightened her fingers around him and worked her hand slowly.
Stiles groaned weakly when she released him but she ignored his noises of protest, forcing his boxers down his hips and pushing at his shoulders determinedly until he was laying on his back. She pulled her own underwear up over her thighs again before discarding his and settling between his spread knees.
He was achingly hard now, his cock long and thick where it curved up his stomach, the head of it red and leaking a small trail of precome into the dark hairs of his happy trail. She took him back into her hand while pushing the fabric of his shirt up his chest slightly, her fingers scratching through the damp trail of hair that led up from his groin before pressing into the tensed muscles of his stomach.
She fought not to cringe at the action as she spit over the tip and began to jerk him off in earnest, thumbing away the strand of connection to her mouth. Her embarrassment washed away in a flash of confidence when Stiles let out another devastatingly weak groan, the sound of it high and breathy.
Her hand tightened at the head, collecting the precome leaking from his tip and combining it with her own spit with an easy twist of her wrist before slipping her fist back down his length, the glide smooth and noisy with the slick of the makeshift lubricant.
She leaned down slowly after a moment of simply pumping him with her fist, guiding the head of his cock to her lips. She watched him watching her — watched the moment his eyes slipped shut with a curse and his thighs twitched as she wrapped her lips around the tip.
"Oh, shit." He hissed, hands tangling in her hair, his fingers fumbling to gather her it away from her face so he could watch her move with no obstructions when he looked down again.
She swirled her tongue around the head once, relishing in the stuttered noises of desperation that Stiles was letting out, the way his thighs twitched as he tried not to thrust up into the heat of her mouth, the muscles of his stomach growing firm beneath her palm as he tensed.
"Babe. Baby, I'm-"
As he moaned, she was tightening her fist around the base, sucking lightly at the head and suddenly, Stiles was coming with a groan, warmth coating her tongue as his muscles tensed further and his grip tightened in her hair. She pulled back slightly in surprise, swallowing what was in her mouth, the taste of it salty and slightly metallic. She rubbed her thumb over the slick tip while come continued to shoot out in weak spirts, watching her boyfriend twitch with the waves of his own release, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed rapidly beneath dark hair and pale skin.
"Holy.. shit." He whispered, hips jerking and eyes closed as the last dregs of his release coated her fingers.
She waited, momentarily mesmerized by the rise and fall of his chest with labored breaths, before she reached past him to grab a tissue and began to wipe the mess away from the bottom of his stomach and her hand. When she reached back up for a second tissue, Stiles halted her movements to look at her with wide eyes.
His thumb rubbed along her jaw softly, "Oh my��god," He whispered, "I'm.. So sorry. I just.. Shit. I'm sorry." He repeated quietly, looking adorably flushed from embarrassment or his orgasm or possibly some combination of both.
"What exactly are you apologizing for?" She asked curiously, her hand trailing up his cheek as she reached up to drag her fingertips through the softness of his short hair.
He grimaced, "Well first off for having, like, zero restraint whenever you're on top of me and always embarrassing myself by coming in like ten seconds-" He began quietly, "But mostly for just coming in your mouth without any warning-"
Amber knocked their foreheads together as she snorted an amused laugh, "Mhm. Totally unforgivable.." She teased, "But I guess.. Just this once.."
She leaned down to give him a kiss but his head tipped away to avoid her lips as he continued.
"I'm serious. I swear I usually last longer, but-"
"Usually?" She repeated the word playfully, "What, when you're jerking off in bed all by yourself?"
His nose scrunched up cutely in annoyance, "Well, I.. Yeah."
She laughed, "Aw, Sti. I'm sorry that having a real life half-naked girl on top of you is proving so detrimental to your sexual stamina."
"It's just not the presence of a naked girl that's been ruining me. Y'know, just for the record," He said quietly, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear as he continued, "It's that it's you."
"You're ridiculous." She blushed despite herself.
"I'm serious," He corrected, "I've wanted you for as long as I can remember and as if listening to the sounds you make when I'm eating you out aren't bad enough, then you actually get your hands on me, tits out, and you look up at me with those freakin' eyes while you put my dick in your mouth?" He shook his head with a small smile, "Nope.. No fuckin' way. I don't stand a chance."
"You're a pretty smooth talker aren't you, Stilinski?"
"I'm not trying t-"
She silenced him with a kiss, their mouths separating and quickly reconnecting in fluid movements until she had no choice but to lean back so that they could both catch their breath again.
"We should probably get started on homework if we don't want to end up like Scott." She commented reluctantly.
"I'm not sure it's even possible to fall as far behind as Scott," Stiles squeezed her hip lightly, "But you're probably right."
Amber leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve his underwear, passing them to him before crossing the room to dig around in his dresser for something comfortable to wear, "What do you want to do for dinner? Is your dad working late or should we maybe wait for him-?"
As she spoke, her eyes caught on a rolled up bundle of white cotton at the back corner of the drawer and she pulled it out excitedly, rubbing her thumb over the faded logo on the front before tugging it over her head.
"Working late. Again." Stiles sighed as he stepped up behind her, swapping the drawers to pull open the one stuffed with his sweats and pajama bottoms. He paused in his search for a pair of pants and grabbed at her shoulder curiously, "What shirt-?"
His words cut off as she was turned to face him with an excited grin on her face. She stretched her arms out at her sides with a flourish as she showed off the shirt she'd uncovered from the depths of his dresser.
"How long d'you think it's been since this even fit you?" She laughed.
Stiles was staring distractedly at the way her hardened nipples poked out beneath the faded Star Wars logo covering her chest and he shook his head after a few seconds of deafening silence before responding, "I, uh.. I dunno. Maybe when I was twelve? Thirteen?"
The soft worn cotton of the shirt only reached the tops of her thighs, not quite long enough to cover her underwear completely and Stiles was weak to do anything but immediately crowd her back against the dresser. He toyed with the loose collar, fingers brushing against the column of her throat, and her heart stuttered at the warmth of his body pressed against her. His free hand slipped beneath the hem to run along her stomach, sliding back to the bottom of her spine while he tugged the collar to the side and dipped his head to press his lips softly to the base of her neck.
"Sti, we.. We're supposed to be getting dressed-"
"Maybe we should get undressed one more time, and then get re-dressed." He suggested before kissing her neck again.
"Homework. Studying.."
She sighed, closing her eyes and tipping her head to the side in contradiction to her words so that she could bask in the feeling of his mouth just a little longer. The knowledge that they needed to be responsible did nothing to quell the heat that pooled beneath lace as he nipped lightly at her skin, just soft enough to teasingly suggest the threat of a real bite.
She gripped the warm skin of his hips, fingernails digging into pale flesh as she let out a breathy sigh and relaxed back against the dresser.
She let him continue for a long minute before pushing him back slightly, cupping his face in her hands, "Homework. We'll do homework and eat something and then maybe, before bed.."
Stiles groaned, "Fine."
She kissed the pout on his lips lightly, "We're making good choices."
"Yeah, yeah. I know."
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About the historical apocalypses
A while ago I made a joke. "I do not believe in the Italian language. They should be honest and call it, what it is: Neo Latin." And because I made this joke on twitter and twitter is a fucking hellhole, people got really angry about it.
What got lost in the hellhole, that is twitter, was the point I was trying to make: While, yes, Latin and Italian are different languages, if we were to zoom in at any point in time, it would suddenly become harder to differenciate. With almost any language it becomes super hard to say, at which point it stopped being language A and became language B.
Now, originally my point was kinda more about how we humans tend to draw abitrary lines, because we deal better with clear categories than spectrums. You know, like we do with genders and such.
Buuuut... Let me talk about ancient languages and more the ancient world, because there is this mistake people make in thinking about history... they draw abitrary lines.
The Slow Apocalypse
When we learn about history in school, we also put history into neat little boxes. There is the Ancient times, then there is the middle ages, then the Renaissance and so on. And maybe (probably not) we will learn about the Bronze Age Collaps. All those things. And it kinda makes it easy to think about it as "this was one period and everything within this period worked like so and so". As in: "Oh, the Ancient Egyptians build pyramids." But... yeah, only during a period of those 3000 years that Ancient Egypt lasted, they actually built those.
And we think of the end of the Ancient empires as "and then they stopped to be Roman". But... of course the people didn't. There were Romans around - so people, who spoke Latin as an actual living language - for a long while. Long enough for that language to slowly turn into other languages. There were people around, who believed in the Roman pantheon or the Egyptian pantheon or the Greek pantheon for a long while. Heck, there are still people around who believe in it. And with those I do not mean neo-pagans, but people who for generations have kept traditions alive.
When we hear "Bronze Age Collaps", that also often gets called an apocalypse, we think of it kinda like "Day after Tomorrow and then the world ended", but historically speaking apocalypses rarely (outside of the context of colonialism) went like that. With the Bronze Age it went relatively quick - like 50 years - but... Even after that... The Bronze Age Collaps happened around 1500BC and as you might have noticed: Yeah, those cultures became smaller and less organized. But they did not vanish.
Those apocalypses took place over a century. Not just three months.
Not really Dead
And now we come back to the stupid twitter joke of Italian actually being Neo Latin. Because here is the thing: The old cultures... they didn't really die. At least those, that were not actively erased. And heck, even quite a few of those are still around.
You know. When Black Panther 2 came out, I saw so many people being very confused about Nakia going around and talking to Maya people. Because of that. They do not realize that the Maya are still around. Especially as we think about the Maya - another "advanced civilization" - as dead and destroyed. But it isn't. The Maya are still around.
And... that is true for a good few parts of the Ancient cultures as well. As I said, there are still people around who believe in that stuff. And there are languages, that came from those cultures as well. Things changed. A lot. But if you actually go to those places, you will find that there is stuff that is still around. Festivals, that are still celebrated. Types of music. And shifted languages.
Here is the thing: We should not idealize the past. But... I also think that it is wrong to just act as if everything from back then is gone forever. There are cultures for which this is true. Cultures, from which we only will find ruins buried in layers and layers of earth and dust. There might still be fragments of the Indus river civilization found in India. But we know too little about that civilization to say that they really are. And other cultures might really have vanished, without us even knowing about them today.
But... just think about the Indo-European religion and culture for a moment. We do not know where they lived exactly or how they lived for that matter. But there are still bits and pieces from them around to this day. Bits of their language, of their religion.
Things do not end. They change. And I find that... strangely hopeful.
#history#ancient history#ancient culture#language#linguistics#religion#ancient rome#ancient greece#ancient egypt#culture#cultural shifts#ramble#hopeful#bronze age#apocalypse
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