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My Lucky Stars- Logan Howlett smut

The one where Logan is the most feared pirate in all of the seven seas

Warnings: smut, pirate!au, age gap, angst, thought of deception, talk of “virginity”, fake sexual slavery transaction (implied), spanking as punishment (not previously discussed), implied dacryphilia, oral (f), rimming, alcohol, p in v, orgasm control

Was it luck or a curse that led me to be rescued by his hands?

That was the question that inhabited my every thought ever since that fateful evening, when his ship took over mine with the ease of a knife running through melted butter.

I’d heard about him and his ways before. I knew should our paths ever cross, there would be no other fortune for me, no other path other than to watch his will set its course, destroying whatever he wanted to cease existing.

I just always imagined I would be one of those things.

“How are you feeling this morning, princess?” The mockery from the pet name wasn’t lost to me at all, but it still made me flush all the same. I had climbed out of the room that he’d assigned to me the first night on the boat, which coincidently was the same as his.

What I hadn’t anticipated was for him to sleep on the couch while he left his bed to me. That was against everything I’ve ever thought about him, every little piece of information I’d been fed about the man, his crew or how they worked.

Should I be spared, I thought, I would be nothing but a whore to appease his hunger. And yet, the beast had given me no signs of life. I hadn’t found its claw marks or seen its teeth, just heard its peaceful snores when it laid to rest at night.

I was confused, to say the least. But I couldn’t just very well tell him that.

… well, could I? My very essence was begging me to give the man a chance, try to see him with my own two eyes, and not the thousand shadows I’d been told to look out for.

It was hard to ignore a lifetime of stories, though. The Wolverine - Captain Logan, as he was called by his peers - was more than twice my age, and had been gaining his life in the waters for just as long.

I’d grown up with the tales of his atrocities. They were told to scare rambunctious young boys who misbehaved, and to say that I was able to simply forget them would be a lie.

And still, every time he looked my way and caught me staring, that knowing smirk taking over his face as he asked me how I was doing, I knew - I just knew - there had got to be some sort of catch.

Either the stories were wrong, or he was hiding something - with what purpose, I hadn’t managed to figure out yet. I didn’t even know why he was so adamant on keeping me around.

All I knew was that he spent most of his day ignoring me, and whenever he did address me, he was nothing short of polite - sometimes even nice.

“There’s breakfast waiting for you over there.” He nodded towards a barrel, where I could make out a little packet of fabric and a bottle of something. It didn’t take me long to find out that breakfast consisted of rock hard cheese and crackers, and I was supposed to wash it all down with wine.

“Jesus…” I grumbled at the taste of the alcohol, unused to beverages as strong as this one, much less this early in the morning. By my side, I could hear someone chuckling - Scott, most likely.

“Good little girl like you, never drank wine like that, huh?” My face burned from the comment, more from the nickname than the embarrassment of not being familiar with this sort of drink, but before I could find it in me to say something about it, Captain Logan’s voice resonated across the boat, reaching us easily.

“If you’re having the time to bother the lady, it’s because you don’t have enough to work on, Scott. Should I send you to toilet duty?” The man paled before my eyes, quickly disappearing to the other side of the ship as I laughed freely at the fear I caught in his eyes.

When I turned around to look at the Captain again, he was much closer than I had anticipated. “I know it’s not much.” He nodded to the food, reminding me I should take another bite of it. “But we should be docking in a few hours. It’ll give me the opportunity to get you some fresh fruit - that should last a couple of days, at least.”

A few different thoughts ran through my head as I gulped the dry bread with the wine that was left to me. The first being that it was actually sweet of the Captain to worry about what food he was offering. As my captor, I didn’t expect him to feel bad about giving me the same he had to eat - and I knew this was what everyone ate around here.

Logan wasn’t the type of man to differentiate what he had from what his crew was offered - with the exception, of course, of his own living quarters.

But my other realization wasn’t as sweet and it definitely didn’t paint him in such a great light. His comment denounced the fact that whatever it was that he intended for me, it didn’t end with our next stop.

I would still be a prisoner on this boat - for God knows how long.

The conflict of emotions robbed me of any response. I averted my gaze and fixed it on the food, taking small bites of the bread and cheese before sipping on the wine that was left. From my peripheral vision, I noticed his body leave after a while and sighed in relief.

He made me nervous, but that much was understandable. He had plans for me and until I figured out what they included, I wouldn’t be able to feel at ease around him.

A few hours later, we were by a tropical island and I welcomed the sounds of civilization with an excited and eager heart. I knew there was little to no hope of me finding rescue here - if they were comfortable enough docking in this populated place it could only be one of the pirates havens I’d heard about back in safe land, where those who terrorized the seas kept their families safe from the navy and others who might wish them harm. They were difficult to find and so stories grew about how terrifying and dirty they must be, but now that I was here, I could see there was little truth to those stories.

The animated sound of drums could be heard from the distance. It seemed to get quicker the closer we got and when the shapes became more distinct, I saw a large group of people awaiting our approach, waving and clapping as the boat neared the shore.

“Look, Nathaniel.” I heard Logan’s voice behind me. “Your son was born.” I followed his line of sight to see a beautiful brunette woman, holding a child that couldn’t be more than four months old. She raised his tiny fist in the direction of the boat, waving it from side to side as if teaching him to say hello.

My heart warmed at the sight, and it warmed even more when I witnessed the Captain pat his man’s back as said man wiped away a tear or two.

“Time to get reacquainted to your wife.”

I don’t know what I expected to happen to me once the ship docked. I’d grown tired of trying to guess it, so I just assumed either the Captain would keep me locked in his private quarters or he’d take me with him.

I was still pleasantly surprised when he chose the former option, and even more surprised by finding that the place he had taken me to was his own house.

“Logan!” An old man greeted us when the captain opened the door to a small cabin, far smaller than anything I expected from someone who was known to steal so much gold. “You’re home. And you brought a friend with you.”

I didn’t know what to say. Should I tell his father I was more of a captive?

The sight of my captor’s almost smile stopped me, his gaze fixed on something behind the old man.

It was a little girl, and she seemed almost scared of us.

“Look, Laura,” he addressed her, nodding towards me as he took off his hat. “I brought a real-life princess for you to meet.” There was a lot to counter his words, but I was too taken back to remind him that I was in no way a royal and the smile the little girl opened up stopped me from feeling offended about his comment.

I wouldn’t mind being treated like a toy he had stolen to amuse someone if that someone was as sweet as Laura.

In the days that we spent in the island, I barely saw the captain, but I felt like I learned much more about him than I had in the month we had spent in the water.

First, I learned that the man who greeted us when we arrived, the man who took care of Laura while Logan was away, wasn’t actually his father. But he might as well be, with the scolding glances he sent the younger man’s way every time the captain did something he disapproved of.

The dinner where I let escape how it was that I ended up at the Wolverine’s boat almost ended with Charles sending the most feared pirate in all of the seven sea’s back to his room without eating. I wasn’t so sure Logan would go without a fight, but he seemed to respect the old man - in his own way.

Then, I learned about his relationship with the girl. She wasn’t actually his blood daughter - at least, they didn’t know it for sure. All they knew was that one morning, they woke up to find the little baby in a basket, left in front of their house.

“We took her in without thinking twice about it,” Charles confessed to me over steaming mugs of coffee, one morning while Laura played at a distance. “We assumed that some girl concluded being raised by the Wolverine would be the best option for their child. But to be honest, I see too much of Logan in her not to think she’s most likely the fruit of one of his nights of passion.”

I tried not to show how affected the thought of the captain quenching his thirst with a random woman made me. It wasn’t jealousy that it sparked, of course. I had no authority over the man to feel that way.

It was more along the lines of… interest? Obviously, I didn’t know what he was doing now that we were in this island and he spent most of the day (and the better part of the evening) out, but I found myself disappointed at the prospect of him looking for his relief in someone else, as absurd as it was.

Apart from kidnapping me and keeping me close, he had never shown me any particular interest. Certainly, not in the sexual sense, so I had no idea where that disappointment came from.

Perhaps I was more attracted to him that I allowed myself to believe.

My days on the island were spent with Laura, for the most part. Albeit quiet in the beginning, she was actually loud and opinionated once she warmed up to me.

She reminded me a lot of her father.

“Open wide, Laura,” I fed her lunch one day, even though she was probably too old for this. It was how I got her to actually sit still and eat, and so she munched happily while I waited to feed her another bite.

“Hello.” I looked over my shoulder, body instinctively straightening up upon hearing Logan’s voice. “May I join you?” He pointed towards the table, and I shyly nodded, wiping my hands on the simple cotton dress Charles had somehow found for me to wear.

It was silent for a while. Just the sounds of Laura eating, her curious little eyes darting from her father to me and back to Logan again, interrupted by the scratching of the fork against the plate I was feeding her from.

At long last, the meal was finished and she was out of the table in a rush, excited to go play like I told her she could do once she was finished.

“Are you busy?” Logan’s voice sounded almost soft when he asked me, interrupting my observation of his daughter’s running to look him in the eyes. I wanted to chuckle and ask him what could possibly occupy me in this place that I didn’t know, but instead, I just shook my head, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. “Walk with me?”

We ventured out into the woods at the back of his house, where the rest of the village could be seen from a distance. Since his place stood in the tallest point of the island, it made sense that he was seen as some sort of guardian or protector to his people.

“How are you finding the island?” He asked, hands behind his back as he kept his stare straight ahead, but I knew better. I knew he was analyzing me, if not for the incredibly cunning man he was, at least because his gaze set heavy on me, even if it was from the corner of his eyes.

“I’m enjoying my time here,” I admitted. “It’s warm. The people are nice.” He hummed in response, and we kept walking in relative silence until I interrupted it with my curiosity, “Are you going to leave me here?” I asked, finally chancing a glance up at him. “Taking care of Laura?”

I realized what his answer would be before he voiced it, in the way he stopped walking and turned to stare at me with the shadow of a smile on his face.

“No,” he revealed, sounding amused by my question. “I didn’t take you from that ship for you to become some sort of nanny to my kid.” I tried to ignore how hearing him refer to Laura as ‘his kid’ set free a thousand little butterflies in my belly.

I had something more pressing to focus on.

“Why did you take me then?” I pressed, only to be answered with a mysterious smirk as he turned back towards the house.

“C’mon,” he called. “Charles must have tea ready by now.”

Another two days found us back in the ship, and a week later, close to another island - only this time, we couldn’t dock our ship there. “We’re going in,” Logan informed me once night had fallen, gaze fixated on the thousand little lights that sparkled from a distance. “You stay here, it’s going to be too dangerous.”

They left in a small boat and I was left to worry about their destinies and my own if they were to never come back. What would become of me? Should I jump on the waters and risk my own fate?

Thankfully, the hours passed by and they arrived when the night became darkest - and coldest. It was so cold in fact that I had wrapped myself in a few blankets and sat on a barrel while I waited for them, and then proceeded to fall asleep on the process.

“What happened?” I woke up with a startle, confused by the excited whispers and the sound of movement as everyone set out to put the ship in motion around me.

“We’ve made it back with what we wanted to get,” Scott informed, a toothy grin on his face. “Now we have to leave before they realize we were even there at all.”

Still sleepy, I rubbed my eyes and nodded, the information taking its sweet time to make sense to me. But then I instinctively searched for that familiar, tall figure and when I couldn’t locate it, the panic became evident in my face.

“He’s in his room,” Scott smiled, already knowing what it was about and so I took off in that direction, as his room was the one we shared. I didn’t think to knock for that precise reason, but I realized my error the second I burst through the door to find him half-naked, sat on the bed where I usually slept.

“Oh,” I exclaimed, embarrassed but for some reason, unable to tear my eyes from the expanse of his back. “I’m sorry.” My voice was small as I apologized and remained right there. He looked over his shoulder at me and chuckled before returning his attention to something in his hands.

“You really should learn how to knock.” I knew he was teasing me, but I couldn’t help but notice the roughness in his already rough voice. He sounded different, and that’s when I realized he was bandaging himself.

“You’re hurt,” I said it, but he didn’t bother to confirm. I stood by the door for a couple more seconds fighting with my heart and my reason, until one of them won and I locked it behind me. “Let me help.”

I knelt in front of him, taking the bandage from his hand and gently pushing him back so I could see the wound better. It was dirty but it didn’t seem to be too deep.

Wetting a cloth I found nearby in one of the bowls we kept at the corner of the room, I gently dabbed the fabric on his skin, trying to clean him as best as I could.

He didn’t hiss. He didn’t even move, and when I looked up after I was done taking care of it, it was to find him staring at me with something I didn’t understand in his deep brown eyes.

“I don’t think you understand just how needy you are…” He whispered, huge palm suddenly enveloping the side of my face so he could stroke my cheek with his thumb.

The way he looked at me sparked a new sentiment inside my belly, warming me up despite the cold of the evening. “But I do,” he proceeded, voice still low for we were so close, there was no need to speak at a regular volume at all.

“It’s only a matter of time until you break,” he informed me, “and I’ll be right here when when that happens.”

When he left me to get ready for the night, it became clear that although I still didn’t understand why he wanted me, I now knew that he did - and what he wanted me for.

My theory was tested some two weeks later, when we docked on yet another island, only this one seemed completely inhabited. “You’re coming with me this time,” he said it like it was no big deal, not even looking at me as he took in the landscape we’d be exploring in a few hours. “Better get ready.”

I didn’t even know what I was supposed to get ready for, but I tried to calm my nerves, telling myself repeatedly that the Wolverine had yet to do anything to put my life at risk. It made no sense he would start it now.

And so I followed Logan to the island, and from there his men separated from us. Most took a trail by East while the Captain directed me towards some caves further West, not too far from where we had docked.

I had a million questions I wanted to ask him, not all of them related to what we were doing at that moment, but I couldn’t find it in myself to voice them. It was clear he was on a rush too, with the way he didn’t slow down his footsteps to walk by my side, so I just struggled to keep up with his speed as we shortened the distance until we were about to get into the cave.

“I need you to promise me you’ll be completely quiet, and that you’ll do whatever I tell you to do.” It was the first time he had spoken to me after we left the ship, and all I could do was nod, accepting the hand he had offered me as he lit up the lantern he had taken with him so we could see our path into the cavern.

Once inside, it was mostly silent, with the eventual sound of water running, although I couldn’t see where it was coming from. I knew it was there, though - the air was humid, while still remaining scorching hot.

We walked for what could have been hours or minutes. I didn’t know and like I’d promised, I didn’t ask. Finally, we seemed to approach the center of the cave, and much to my surprise, there was bright light coming from there, forcing me to readjust my gaze.

“The great Wolverine.” There were at least three guys, all of them heavily armed, none of them innocent looking. In fact, they were almost as threatening as Logan, especially now that I knew how caring the Captain could be. “We thought you wouldn’t come.”

Logan shrugged, but kept me in front of his body, back pressed to his chest. “I said I’d be here. Here I am.” The men nodded, eyes settled on me. I watched one of them lick his lips, sending a shiver of fear down my spine.

“And you brought the agreed wager.” It took me a while to process that said wager was me. It only made sense when I saw one of the guys lick his lips at the sight of me, his eyes drinking me in.

“Yes,” Logan confirmed it, and it was like a sword driven straight through my heart. “You asked for virgin blood, here it is.” I didn’t have the opportunity to wonder how he knew. I supposed to him, it must have been obvious, from the time he had spent with me.

“This is why you wanted me…” The realization fell from my lips in a whisper, but it was still louder than he wanted me to be. His hand covered my lips as I suffocated on a sob that threatened to escape me.

Why did it hurt so much?

“Quiet,” he ordered, pressing me tighter against his front. I felt him, hard and long against my back. I felt him, and it made me feel warm. It made me clench around nothing, an unfamiliar reaction that only had me more confused and frustrated.

So gathering all of the strength and courage I had left in me, I shoved myself away from him and took off running. “What are you doing?” I heard him roar just as the men I was trying to leave behind surged in my direction.

“Fuck.” That’s the last word I head from him before his men took over the cave, slipping from crevices I hadn’t noticed before, easily surrounding the three strangers who had been out for my blood. “Kill them,’ he ordered, and I didn’t bother looking back when I knew he was close enough to reach for me even before his hand pulled me by the back of my dress and he very easily threw me over his shoulder.

The time it took for him to retrace the path we had taken into the cave was enough for me to realize what his plan had been all along - and I was the one who ruined it. Had I just remained quiet, his crew would have been able to overpower the creeps back there quickly after Logan had obtained whatever it was that he had wanted from the men who were most likely already dead by now.

His silence as we met everyone by the shore and got back to the ship was telling. I didn’t need to notice his clenched jaw to know it, and I knew I was wrong. I knew it. But the treacherous root of doubt had already planted itself in my mind, and now there was no way to kill it other than to confront it straight on.

I ran towards my sleeping quarters the second we laid foot on the ship again, but I wasn’t quick enough to escape him. Where even could I go?

“Why do you want me?” I yelled once his familiar threatening frame slipped through the door. “Why are you keeping me here?”

Logan took off his coat with a nerve-wrecking calmness, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt before assuming a seat by the foot of the bed.

“Come here,” he ordered, voice cold and detached, but when I took too long to follow his command, he barked, “Now!” The second I was close enough for him to touch, he pulled me with enough force to have me tripping over his feet, but he was right there to catch me, gripping my tumbling figure to manhandle me into leaning over one of his legs.

“You asked for this,” he growled as he pulled the skirt of my dress until it reached my head, exposing my ass to him. I barely had the time to protest before his hand was on it, spanking it so hard it startled me, making me jolt.

But Logan wouldn’t let me get away. He held me right there, laying spank after spank on my sore skin while I could hear his men outside, going about their activities as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“I told you to follow my orders,” he continued, voice gruff as if this pained him more than me. “You told me you’d follow my orders.”

By now, I was full on sobbing, the anxiety of the day, the confusion over what was happening way too much for me to know how to process.

“Stop making those fucking sounds,” he roared, and the spank that followed was even harder then the ones before. I thought he’d never stop laying them on me, but eventually, the slaps ceased, and it was just the sounds of my whimpers and his bated breath in the tiny room.

All at once, I was thrown in bed, and he avoided my gaze as he went back where he had come from. “You can have the room for the night,” was all he said before he disappeared.

‘The night’ ended up becoming three consecutive evenings. I didn’t know where he slept. I didn’t even leave the room in those days, too mortified over what had happened, guilt eating me alive for having ruined his obviously well-thought out plan and even more so for doubting his character.

It also didn’t help that after he was gone, I was left with an unfamiliar wetness between my thighs, my undergarments ruined to the point I had to get rid of them altogether.

I couldn’t sleep that night. And not only because of the emotions I could identify, but because of this one I couldn’t name, the one that brought fire to my lungs and left me restless in bed.

Every day I’d hear soft knocks by the door and when I opened it, a plate of food was to be found by the stairs leading to my room. No one was ever there to greet me, and I preferred it that way. I didn’t know how the rest of the boys were feeling about me, but I suspected not very excited, considering the ruined plan.

At the fourth day, I finally gathered enough courage to leave the room and meet everyone once more, finding them occupied with their usual tasks and not at all bothered by my presence, almost as if they hadn’t even noticed my absence.

“Oh, hey, miss!” Scott greeted me, and it was the only sign I got that I hadn’t just dreamed the entire thing. “There’s food over there, if you want to grab something.”

Over there ended up being close to the Captain, and I felt my heartbeat speed up with each step I took in his direction. But he never even turned towards me, too focused staring into the distance, as if trying to figure out something no one else could see.

I thought about reaching out and talking to him. I really did. But I was too much of a coward. So I gathered my food and returned to my room once more, from where I only left when night had fallen and the boy’s drunken singing could be heard even through the walls of the room.

I didn’t want to miss on this experience. Seeing them falling all over themselves, slurring through well-known songs never failed to make me giggle, and Lord, did I need something to make me laugh.

So I managed to sneak out without being noticed, or so I thought. Remaining in the shadows, I watched them making fun of each other until there were tears falling from the corner of my eyes from the lack of proper breathing, and once my tummy hurt from laughing too hard, I decided it was time to go back to my cave.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be occupied. “You really should stop drinking so much,” I admonished as soothingly as possible when I heard his grunt as he struggled to lower himself to the bed. I figured it was because of alcohol, hence my choice of words, but when he tried to turn around to check on me and couldn’t turn his body, I realized that wasn’t the case.

“It’s the only thing that helps ease the pain,” he tried to joke, but ended up coughing and then groaning in pain again. I approached him without even realizing, hand reaching out to touch his torso and verify it for myself.

“You were hurt,” I whispered. “Because of me,” I didn’t add. We both knew that had been the case. He could see the guilt in my eyes, of that I was certain. It was the reason for his weak, pensive smile.

“I just came in here to grab some oils,” he explained, showing me the items he’d procured from the trunk by the side of the bed while I was away. “I’ll be out of your way.”

I curled my fingers around his wrist, silently asking him to hang on a little while longer. “Isn’t… Isn’t there anything I can do to help?”

The silence that followed was heavy, but not heavier than the look he set on me. It made me shiver long before he cradled my face, thumbs running over my cheekbones as he asked, “Would you let me taste you?”

Frowning, I licked my lips before asking for clarification. “What do you mean?” His little smile had my heart threatening to jump out of my chest, and when he told me to follow him, I already knew I would.

“Pull on my hair,” he commanded me as he laid me down on the bed and knelt before me, firm hands running up my thighs and before I could protest, he had me spread open, undergarments torn off as he delved right between my legs and kissed me where I was wet and wanting.

He didn’t hold back, eating at my most intimate place with a hunger I hadn’t known men were capable of, but then again, wasn’t the Wolverine often compared to an animal? This was the first time he let me see this side of him.

His hands slipped down my backside and he was rough as he grabbed it, used it to tilt me up so he could more easily devour me. I knew there’d be bruises in the shape of his fingertips by the morning. I didn’t care.

It felt too good to care.

I had no idea something could feel this good.

He kept lapping at my exposed core, drinking in the wetness that flourished the more he explored, and I might have started screaming, but I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t focus on anything other than his tongue.

But then that tongue slipped further down, finding my backside - and this time I did scream, in surprise, before that sound became another extremely loud moan, one I was sure the men outside would have heard if not for the festivities currently taking place.

All at once, my sight was taken over by a blinding white light, and a rush of bliss I’d never felt before washed through me, leaving my body to slump against the bed once he let me go, getting up to his feet in seconds, like he had never even been there at all.

“If you ever want to take this any further,” he spoke after he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You know where to find me.”

I didn’t even know how I heard him over the sound of my heartbeat ringing in my ears.

I couldn’t be alone with him the days that followed. He made me dizzy, his presence elicited such a poignant, physical reaction in me I had to resort to alcohol to be able to pursue what I knew I wanted.

“I want you,” I slurred at the first festivity following the one where he’d knelt before me. “Right now. Please.” I was biting my lip, barely able to stand as he stared down at me with those deep brown eyes of his.

I thought he would do it. I was honestly prepared for it, when he took me in his arms and then into his room. But much to my surprise, when he deposited me on the bed where I laid every night - the same one where he had tasted me - he didn’t follow me into it.

“I can’t do this to you,” he informed me, having knelt by the bed again, only this time, his hands only ventured to my cheeks, cradling them. “Not when you’re drunk.”

Conflicting emotions had me deflating before him. While I was disappointed to hear he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, I felt comforted in the fact that he did want me.

“I’ll do anything for you,” he went on to reassure me, “But I won’t take advantage of this situation.” I averted my gaze, not able to deal with the intensity of his feelings, and my own.

Insecurity got the best of me, so I felt like the best thing to do was to voice, “So you do want me?” I had the wine I’d drank earlier tonight to thank for the courage to say it, and I was glad that I did it, because the smile he gave me had my heart skipping a beat.

“You have no idea how much.” He let the words settle for a few seconds, watching me accept them, only to proceed, “But I want you to want me as much as I want you when you’re sober.”

And right then I knew. I just knew. No man would ever treat me better than Captain Logan, the most feared pirate in all seven seas.

And I wanted him.

The days that followed were days of reflection. He let me do that without any interference, although I constantly felt his gaze, settled heavily on me.

I didn’t mind. I liked knowing he was there, watching over me. I liked the reminder of his desire, validating mine, albeit silently. And in that silence, I meditated. I took in everything we had lived together - every adventure, every little moment, and I realized that Logan was a man of very few words - but I knew that already.

What I hadn’t stopped to consider was that because he was the silent type, he had other ways to show me that he cared, ways that had eluded me until that night when he got on his knees and explored me with his lips.

He wasn’t a romantic by any traditional means, but then again - what about Captain Logan could be considered traditional?

It took me a while. Three nights, precisely. His men were already celebrating something else when I approached him at last, feeling brave with the moonlight that illuminated us both.

Heart beating fast, I admitted, “I still want you.” And it was an understatement.

I was aching with arousal, desperate for him. And when his eyes met mine, dark as they were, I could see he felt the same way.

No one noticed us as he swept me away, back to the room I’d come to think of as ours. Yet tonight would be the first time we’d lay in bed together.

“Goddamn,” he cursed once he had undressed me and I was resting against the rough sheets, not feeling tempted to cover me in the slightest thanks to the fire of lust I could see in his dark hues. “You’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”

My breath got stuck in my throat as I watched him get rid of his shirt, and then climb on the bed and settle between my legs. A wave of desire took over me, prompting me to reach for the member between our bodies, but before I could reach it, his hands captured mine and he held my wrists together in one of his.

“Hold on,” he said. “Let me play with this pretty pussy first.” I didn’t know what to say. I’d never heard someone speak in such language, and it frightened me how much it didn’t frighten me.

If anything, it only fed the flames of passion burning deep inside of me. I found myself growing wetter between the legs, and once his rough digits swiped along my slit, gathering the slick threatening to spill from there, I knew we would both eventually drown in all of the wetness that was continuously coming out of me.

“Fuck,” he cursed once his fingers slipped in and I had to bite my lip not to scream. It hurt - he was so thick, but I knew the thickness of his digits was nothing compared to the member between his legs.

So I was prepared for it when it began stretching me. I’d never felt anything quite like it before - the weight of his cock being impaled in me, settling so deep inside my body that I was sure I’d never be able to remember how it felt not to be owned by him afterwards.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, rough hands softly caressing my sides as he nibbled on my earlobe, trying to distract me, but I didn’t need it. Even if it hurt, I was relishing in the entire experience, how it felt to be underneath this gigantic man, completely exposed to his desires. “You’re okay…”

The moan I let out in response had him grinning. “Does it feel good?” I could only nod. A growl was my response, as his movements sped up, tearing a gasp from my lips.

“Mine,” he unnecessarily roared since I already knew it. I’d be his even if he didn’t want me. “All mine.” My moans became screams as his hands went over my head, holding himself up against the wooden wall of the ship while mine went around his torso, nails digging on his back.

“Hold it!” He ordered, now ramming into me while I tried very hard to obey him. He could probably see my desperation in my eyes, because he pressed, “I held back for so long, you can hold it a little while longer.”

One of his hands traveled down my body until it reached the place where we were connected, and when his thumb pressed on the button he had so eagerly caressed with his tongue the other evening, I knew I was about to disobey him.

“Keep singing for me,” he coaxed, as a tear ran down my cheek and I closed my eyes to relish in bliss. “Fuck, yes!” I heard him groan, a few harder, more punishing thrusts against that spot inside of me before he pressed himself in as far as he could go, fingers tightly holding my hips. “I love your fucking moans.”

The next morning, I woke up still feeling peaceful, even though I couldn’t remember just why. Stretching on the bed, I only realized something was wrong when my fingers brushed against the spot right next to me, finding it empty but still warm.

That’s when the night before came back to me, all at once. How I’d gone after what I wanted. How it felt to get it. How blissful it was to reach that high in Logan’s arms. But now that I was awake in the light of morning and he was nowhere to be found, I couldn’t help but feel cold and empty, scared he would ignore me and the moment we had shared when the moon was still high in the sky.

I dressed myself up slowly, keeping tab of every single bruise on my body. I knew there was a chance they would be my only physical evidence of the night before, even though I hoped it wouldn’t be the case.

He’d spent the night by my side, at least. That much I was sure of. And it was closely clinging to that very weak argument that I opened the door to the deck, finding it already buzzing with men running around, performing their tasks for the day.

It wasn’t hard to find the Captain. He was standing on the other side of the ship, eyebrows furrowed as he talked to Scott about something that seemed important. I was almost tempted to go back to hide my room when he caught sight of me, head turning to meet my eyes and the widest grin I’d ever seen opening up on his face.

“Go away, Scott,” he ordered. “Let me kiss my woman.” I didn’t even have the time to sit on the shock his words provoked me, because in a second he’d crossed the distance between us and took me in his arms, lips meeting mine hungrily - as if we hadn’t spent the entire evening memorizing each other’s tastes.

“How did you sleep, princess?” He asked once he released me, and all I could do was smile, and answer him honestly.

“Heavenly.”

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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years

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You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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slipping into little space ; preferences

warnings — fluff?? mentions of nudity. hints a t sexy times

characters — andy barber, steve rogers, bucky barnes, lance tucker, syverson, august walker

a/n — THIS IS A DDLG FIC,, was inspired by this ask! to the anon who requested for it i hope you like it and tell me what you think!

their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure

masterlist

Though the Thanksgiving dinner she was preparing was only for her and Andy, Y/N couldn’t help but stress and fret over almost every single thing; she wanted their first celebration of the said holiday to be perfect. Hence why she has been cooped up in the kitchen for almost the whole day, even though the dinner was still tomorrow. She baked a cheesecake and it was now cooling up in the fridge, the vegetable she decided to cut today so come tomorrow all she had to do was cook them, and now as she was marinating the turkey she found herself getting whiny and irritable. Andy entered their home quietly and observed his girl for a little while; her constant texts provided him updates about how hard she was working to perfect their meal tomorrow. And by the looks of it she had been working too much that her entire system was already begging for a break. “You okay in there, baby?” Hearing his voice caused Y/N to look up at him, her eyes glossy and her mouth curled up in a semi-convincing smile. Hanging his jacket by the coat hanger, he also dropped his briefcase by the door and sat on the couch.

“Come on over here, baby,” He called for her and patted his lap. Y/N opened her mouth and was about to say no, but a stern look from Andy had her not continuing with that plan and instead she just removed her apron, leaving it on the counter, and plopping herself down on his lap. With her chest pressed against his, the lawyer then rubbed her back comfortingly, “I know you had a busy day; haven’t you, baby?” Hearing her mumble yes against his clothes, the man could only chuckle as he further coaxed her, “You can rest now, baby. You can stop being a big girl now; you can be my little missy again.” As if his words flipped a switch, she did find herself ridding of any remaining thoughts about their dinner and instead complied with his request — which was more like a demand. Peering up at him, her eyes were now wide but weren’t glossy, “Hi dada, I missed you.” Pleased with how his girl decided to let loose, Andy planted a deep kiss on her lips and after doing so he peppered kisses all over her face, “I missed you too, little missy. Now how ‘bout we both go take a bubble bath?”

One of August’s hobbies involved him fixing up his bike or adding whatever gadget he felt would look good on his bike. And since he was given a few weeks off, he took the time to get his hands oily and tinkle with his bike — but really the only reason why he was busying himself with the said vehicle was because his lovely girlfriend was busy with her own workload. Wiping his sweat with the shirt he had earlier discarded, August glanced at the clock and saw how it was already nearing the time they usually ate supper. Once entering the inside of their home, he headed straight for the office and was surprised to hear muffled cries coming from the room. Years of doing field work had allowed him to slip in easily without Y/N hearing him; he then listened closely to see if she had been talking to someone that made her cry, but after failing to hear her or someone else make a sound besides her sniffles, it was then that the CIA agent decided to intervene, “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

Her shoulders rose up and down in shock from her boyfriend’s sudden presence — by now she should have been used to his stealthily ways, but her crying lowered down her guard. She weakly pointed to her desk where pens, highlighters, papers, folders, and her laptop were scattered, “Work just got to me; it’s silly.” August, however, didn’t think of it that way and instead was worried his girl might have been overworking herself. Walking towards her, he grabbed both her hands so she could stand, “You’ve been such a good girl huh? Doing her work and working hard,” Part of Y/N was glowing from the praise and reveling in it; while the other part of her was going to complain to him how she still had more work to do. But just as she was going to do so, August lifted her chin so he could look at her, “How bout we eat dinner, hm? What would you like, little one? Some dino nuggies?” At the mention of her favorite food, she nodded her head up and down as she squealed, “Yes, daddy, I want some dino nuggies for supper!” Smiling he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her away from her cause of stress and into the kitchen, “Alright then, some dino nuggies for my little one only because she’s been such a good girl; perhaps a sippy cup as well and some ice cream sandwiches for desert.”

Bucky remembered how he needed some more hair ties for his long hair; Sam somehow thought it was a bright idea to involve his hair ties for one of his pranks wars with Scott. As he and Y/N were on the hair product aisle, he ordered her to stay put by the cart as he quickly grabbed what he was looking for. Though she wasn’t permitted to walk around, her eyes did the wandering and once she had set her sight on a My Little Pony shampoo. She was able to hold herself back from physically cooing at it; Bucky placed some of the hair tie packets on the cart and noticed how his girlfriend’s eyes were trained onto something. “You want that, sweetheart?” Shocked with how casually he offered it to her, she found herself nodding with excitement. Chuckling, the super soldier grabbed a few bottles into their cart and told her how they should get going to pay and go home already.

As they both had paid already for their grocery items and were now driving to their home. “Thank you for buying me that shampoo.” Bucky nodded as he began driving, placing a hand on her thigh, “You can let loose now, sweetie. We’re going home now,” And with that Y/N found herself playing with his hand, a telltale that she was beginning to let herself become little again. “I love you, tătic, I can’t wait for our bath time later.” As they were stopped by a relight, Bucky reached over and planted a kiss on her forehead, “Me too, sweetie; but don’t forget about our playtime alright?”

When Y/N found out that Steve volunteered to be the overall head for the Avengers’ Thanksgiving outreach program, she decided to help along and shoulder half of the responsibilities that had been put on the hero’s shoulder. Which led them to the current situation they were in — they both were sorting out the food that had been cooked by the other team members and agents. “Okay, turkey, veggies, pasta,” Y/N listed out as she put the food in the bag and laid out in front of Steve so that he could place a greeting card on the basket before wrapping it up. “This makes it the 100th basket we did,” Steve took note as he was preparing the next card.

The next few minutes were filled with hums from the two as a song played on the background while continuing on with their duties. Perhaps it was how repetitive the task got or tired Y/N was in overlooking the whole program, she was too far absent in her mind that she dropped some of the potatoes and made quite a mess. Looking over to Steve, she quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Steve! I didn’t mean to drop it, I just got tired and was distracted.” Quickly putting down the cards he was holding, he made his way to over where she was and hugged her tight, “I know it was an accident, doll,” He felt his sweater dampen slightly with her tears, he didn’t want her to stop her crying but instead just let her cry out her frustrations. “I might have pushed you to work too much, doll.” She lifted her head up from where it rested on his chest and looked up at him, “You didn’t sir; I just wanted to help you.” Wiping the remainder of her tears, he was quick to counter, “And you were a big help, doll. But it’s time we both took a quick nap before continuing our work, okay? You’ve been such a good doll for me.”

Following Sy’s retirement from the army, he and Y/N decided to accomplish step one of their settling down plan and go buy a house. The move from their apartment to the detached bungalow they purchased had been a big one; but one they absolutely loved and looked forward to. Their new home had been filled with boxes — some were the things they brought from their old residence, while the others were newly purchased furnitures and appliances. “Hey Y/N are our clothes upstairs or in here?” Sy wondered after he walked through the first floor and didn’t catch a glimpse of the bag that contained their clothes. “Shit, hold on I’ll check,” She mumbled to herself and looked at the small notebook she had which contained the information about their move. Upon realizing that the mentioned bag would arrive tomorrow afternoon due to a mix up with the moving company, she could only groan out loud, “God, I’m such an idiot!”

Sy heard her from where she was currently sitting on the floor and pulling her hair out from the pantry, “What’s going on, baby girl?” There was an intention as to why the former Captain had dropped that pet name on her; he was already sensing how the whole move had overwhelmed Y/N and that she was reaching her limit of handling it. It was his way of allowing her to destress and engage in her comfort zone. “I’m sorry Captain, there was a mix up and the bag that had our clothes will be brought here tomorrow. The bags that are in the room are the linens for the bed,” She sobbed out and feared that he’d punish her for stupidity. But that wasn’t what was on the veteran’s mind as he crouched down in his knees and held his girl tight, “It’s okay baby girl, today was real stressful for the both of us,” Feeling her nod against him, he tried his best to reassure her that the day’s gone and it was time to rest, “Don’t worry about the clothes okay? At least they’ll be arriving tomorrow.” Kissing the top of her head, Y/N then asked softly, “What do we do now then?” Lifting her chin with a finger he smirked at her, “Well we can go put some linen and blankets in the bed; then we get to cuddle and sleep naked. How’s that sound, baby?”

When Lance brought up that he wanted to give little tokens of appreciation to his gymnasts for Thanksgiving, Y/N brought up that there were a lot of cute items that his students would love. They both were spending their afternoon on the couch; Lance was watching old performance videos of the gymnasts he was training as well as those of the competitors they were up against. While his girlfriend laid her head on his shoulder, scrolling through Etsy and bookmarking some gifts that stood out to her. There were also a few items that she saved that were things she liked — a stuffie, blanket, sippy cups or some pajamas. As she let out a whine about how cute the items were, the gymnastics coach paused the video he was watching and looked to his side, “What’s that all about?”

Pushing her phone to his sight, Y/N pouted, “I was looking at some gift ideas for your students but somehow I ended up looking at these little space items.” The man beside her chuckled as he took the phone and looked at some of the products she saved, “My angel wants some gifts too, huh?” Bashfully nodding her head, Y/N whispered, “Yes, papa, I do want some.” Swiping through some of the ideas she found he then declared, “And gifts you shall receive, since you’ve been a great help to me all the time, angel.” Y/N then shot up from where she was sitting and litter kisses on Lance’s face, repeatedly thanking him for generosity.

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shanastoryteller · 3 years

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Questions about outlines: How detailed are they? Are they the same level of detail or do they vary? How do you make your outlines? Chronologically scene by scene? Or do you come up with the scenes that call you and then come up with smaller filler scenes to fill in the gaps? Do you have outlines for each chapter? Or just for the larger general plot points? Do you try to complete the outlying before starting the fic? Or do you add to the outline as you go? Sorry if this is to many at once

lmao okay i got several asks about outlines but i’m just going to answer this one because it’s ~comprehensive~

every writing teacher i’ve ever had has hated my outlines. my friends find them incomprehensible.

if people are going to look at my answers as ways to do their own outlines, i have to say: that’s probably not a good idea

i don’t write outlines a majority of the time

i don’t write outlines to plan a story i’ve already decided to write

i write outlines primarily as a way to exorcise story ideas that i want to write but don’t want to actually commit to writing (answer prompts are another way i do this lol)

now, some things do get outlines as a way to plan and organize. survival is a talent has an outline because it’s 400k and spans six years. child king had an outline. needy’s body had an outline.

b u t

i’m currently writing rotten work without an outline

lynchpin didn’t have an outline

hope is the thing with feathers didn’t have an outline

never grow a wishbone only had an outline for the first couple of chapters

an invincible summer didn’t get an outline until like. chapter 4 of 6.

i just. uh. think about what i want to happen and then hope i remember to write it down. even when i do an outline, i’ll deviate from it wildly, and not update it to reflect that, because i know what i’m doing (ha!)

so! with that in mind, let’s go!

How detailed are they? Are they the same level of detail or do they vary?

they vary! but honestly - not very. sometimes i’ll write out a paragraph or bits of dialogue that are important to me, but most of the time it’s just broad strokes of what i want to happen, or a mechanism of how something complicated happens. like i have several paragraphs in my siat outline dealing with necromancy books, but like. two sentences on how they actually occur in the story because that’s just something i’m trusting myself to figure out when i sit down to write it.

How do you make your outlines? Chronologically scene by scene? Or do you come up with the scenes that call you and then come up with smaller filler scenes to fill in the gaps?

I try to put them chronologically, although sometimes that’s a little hard (in siat i have several scenes that i know will happen, i just don’t know when). that is something i will go back and edit on my outlines, is if i’ve changed the order the something happens i’ll go back and copy and paste until my outlines is in the right order. but only if the outlines is something i’m actually using to write and the story is longer than a couple of chapters.

because my outlines are so very not detailed, i just write down what it is that i want to write, like the reason i’m going to write this or want to write this, and figure out the rest later. i’ll fill it in later - or i won’t! because most of the time i don’t use my outline to actually write the story, and i use it more as an idea list, so if i don’t know what happens between scenes or i find it boring i just won’t write it down

like, for example, here is my “outline” for won’t even plant a garden in it’s entirety

weep as a woman

“you weep as a woman weeps.” “and how is that?” “as if the future rests on your hips, and you must walk it forward.”

crowley and eve were friends. cain killed abel with the flaming sword, and crowley begged them to say it was with a rock instead

crowley was raphael the painter and fucked michelangelo

crowley was there the night yeshua was born, was friends with mary, helped raise yeshua?

ghosts

crowley and anathema and joan of arc

i ended up dropping most of this and crowley ended up sleeping with both eve and yeshua as the major plot points. i don’t explain stuff, really. i know what i mean so i just don’t bother to get very detailed most of the time.

Do you have outlines for each chapter? Or just for the larger general plot points?

siat i divide up by year, and i think i did it by chapter for the last two chapters of build your wings on the way down, but otherwise it’s just one long list. i do my chapters based on words counts rather than content, so outlining by chapter doesn’t really make sense for me (siat is always around 15k a chapter, and everything else i do these days thats multi chapter is around 8k because that’s the best, but ngawb was 5k a chapter and i think for child king it was around 11k a chapter)

Do you try to complete the outlying before starting the fic? Or do you add to the outline as you go?

I’m constantly adding as a i go! my outlines are never really “complete” they’re just abandoned. i write down what i think will help me and tend to ignore the rest. sometimes i just. talking to myself in my outlines when i’m trying to think something through.

my outline for child king is under the cut because that’s one that’s a good mix of stuff i kept and stuff i threw out. DON’T JUDGE ME!! bad ideas don’t get written because they’re bad!! it’s part of the ~process~

child king

Summary: “A child king is still a king,” Deaton says softly. “A child king is still a child,” he snaps, but he knows this is an argument he’s already lost. – Stiles is a born alpha, and after the Hale fire, things get real complicated, real fast.

Stiles’s mom is the last remaining human from a pack that was destroyed by hunters. John is the one that helps her after, so he knows everything. When they move to beacon hills she doesn’t feel the need to say anything to the hale pack, because as far as they’re concerned she’s just a human, and she doesn’t want to get involved in pack business. But then stiles is born with red eyes. The doctor is quiet and scared john and Claudia freak out, but it’s because he’s a werewolf, which is a relief to parents because they thought something was wrong with their kid. Maybe they don’t know he’s an alpha, only that he’s a wolf? Or they know and they keep it a secret on purpose

Claudia is the one to approach mrs. Hale. She tells her that her son is a born werewolf, but that she’s not interested in joining their pack. Her husband is a new deputy and they just bought a house but they’ll move if they have to. “he’ll need a pack one day. It’s safer,” she says. “if he wants to join you one day, I won’t stop him. But that’s not a choice I’m willing to make for him.” Mrs hale agrees that they can say separate as in exchange for the sheriff smoothing over some ruffled feathers no and again. They agree. Claudia to sheriff “we’re going to have to move one day. Our son is an alpha, and he’ll need to make his own pack.”

Stiles is seven the first time he snarls at his mom, eyes flashing red, and she freezes. She’s got the pack instinct, it doesn’t matter that hes her kid, hes still her alpha, so its hella awkward. John can see how this will quickly spiral out of control if they can discipline their own kid. But stiles is the one to back down first, apologizing and doing as he’s told. There are careful power structures here, and this is the beginning of differentiating between stiles the human and stiles the wolf.

When his mom gets sick, stiles offers to turn her. Hale offers to turn her. She refused for Reasons that I have to figure out. Maybe the politics of it? Wanting to protect stiles and not wanting to become part of the hale pack

The fire happens. John ships stiles the hell out of dodge, because there are hunters about. He snoops around enough to figure out it was kate argent, but theres not really anything he can do about it

Scott knows about everything, and tries to tell his mom in a really akward way that they should trust stiles if they’re ever in danger, but she just laughs it off. Except when someone breaks in and threatens her with a gun, and she manages to make a phone call, it’s not 911, not john, but stiles, and she doesn’t even know why, regrets it as soon as it happens. But then stiles shows up and breaks both of the guys, eyes glowing red, and then calls his dad and scott to take care of it, because they’re humans, so they get human punishments. Melissa is told everything.

Scott has a bad asthma attack and, and Melissa asks about the bite. Scott is itching for it. He wants it so badly. Stiles has already promised to turn them when they turn 18, and Melissa knows that. She asks if theres a reason to wait, and the answer is nah, not really. So he gets the bite. Stiles being like uh psa punishments cant include scott staying away

After hale fire and stiles gets back, he’s shocked that hey just left, and that they left peter behind. He starts visiting peter several times a week. He tells his dad that they should pay for his medical care. They have a fuckton of money because his mom inherited all the pack wealth, and john doesn’t touch it because that’s stiles’s money, that’s werewolf money. But this is a werewolf thing, so he agrees. “his pack left him dad.”

Stiles bites Erica when they’re 14. Some point in middle school stiles wises up to the Isaac thing and tells his dad he needs to arrest his dad, or stiles is going to kill him, and he’s not even a little bit joking. Stiles hears Isaac crying while going by the house? In johns squad car. Makes them pull over, then bursts into the house. John goes with it because his son’s eyes are red.

Some point after the hales leave, things start trying to move into hale territory. Some wolves? Stiles smells them, and ends up at 10 years old telling them to fuck off. This how scott finds out? He’s with scott and his dad. Deaton is facing off against something? Panics when stiles intervenes, but stiles goes wolfy and red eyes and is like. This is mine now fuck off. Looks at the hale house, and finally says, we have to take care of this. We have to. But they don’t own the house or the land or any of it. They do … something

Stiles ends up having to deal with a lot of crap real young

Stiles has scott and Isaac when peter wakes up. Stiles is there, and peter isn’t crazy because he wasn’t abandoned to die alone. Stiles says he can stay, or he can go, not trying to pressure anything. Peter chooses to become part of stiles’s pack, because his family is either dead or abandoned him. Peter ends up moving in with them as he finishes healing and to get used to being in a pack and with stiles. It’s very strange for john, but it’s a werewolf thing and he’s trying to be supportive. After a couple months, stiles tells his dad that having peter is a relief, that there’s finally someone who knows things, someone older who can support him as a werewolf. Peter acts as his second, and he finally has some degree of authority that age has lost him. Stiles has peter take care of the hale house. Peter and stiles have the conversation, where peter is like the hale land is your land now. You’re the alpha of beacon hills. He does what stiles directs him to.

Isaac is living with scott under stiles’s direction ish. But lots of Melissa. Isaac like I don’t wantto be afraid anymore, I don’t want to hurt anymore, and stiles is like. Okay. We’ll fix this. But he doesn’t bite Isaac until he goes to a shitton of therapy and has mostly sorted himself out. For isaac’s fifteenth birthday, he bites him.

Erica is spur of the moment, it’s something that all instinct and very little thought. OR they’re dating and it happesn? Erica’s parents suck. Stiles doesn’t want the balancing act of being boyfriend and alpha.

Jackson is so fucking desperate to belong to something. He nags and nags and nags and finally stiles bites him at least half to shut him up.

“dad can I talk to you about something weird and uncomfortable and a little creepy” talks about crush on Lydia, and how he’s not sure if its because he has a crush on her or if it’s bc he thinks she’ll be good for the pack. Lydia joins before Jackson, and she’s the one that pushes stiles into it. Lydia and stiles are not dating, but she’s clearly high in the hiarchey.

Boyd? Just like. Shows up. Idk.

So by the time laura and derek show up, stiles’s pack is: john, Melissa, peter, Lydia, Jackson, danny, Isaac, boyd, Erica, deaton (who’s acting as emissary but is training danny). Maybe bring in some later characters, like malia and kira and cora. Ooooh maybe the twins show up before they became alphas, still run aways and looking for something else? Stiles takes them on. Stiles finds malia early on after the fire

Peter is willing to forgive derek but he has a lot of shit with laura. Stiles agrees to let laura and derek stay and not be part of his pack, although laura insists she doesn’t need his permission. She snaps at peter to come home with them, and he looks at her like she’s insane. He says there’s no hale pack, and if there was, he’s not interested. He’s a stillinkski wolf now. Cora too maybe? Double blow. Peter owns the hale land, and he makes it clear the day stiles turns 18 he’ll be signing it over to him. Stiles is known by the surrounding packs.

Stiles has to somehow defend the surrounding area, has to make it clear he’s his and that he’s not willing to give it up. It’s valuable land. People are going to come looking for it once people figure out it’s abandoned. When deaton finds out stiles is an alpha, he goes around as an emissary to the surrounding packs. Saying that its under stiles now. He’s known to them so it goes mostly uncontested. This is when he and the sheriff have the child king conversation.

Stiles tries really, really hard to be a good alpha. That means controlling the territory, and working with other packs when members go rouge or something goes wrong. He’s thirteen the first time he goes to lend a hand in a fight, and it’s young, it’s too young, but he’s an alpha. He has to do this, to maintain the peace. And the thing is – stiles is good at this, good at not pushing, at not using his status as a crutch or an excuse, instead as a tool.

Maybe this is why no one cares for laura’s excuses. As much as laura wasn’t ready to take on the responsibility, she was an adult, if only barely. Stiles is a literal child, and in her absence shouldered it all. So even if she does technically have a claim, none of them are willing to honor it. “if you kill alpha stiles, you won’t have allies, you’ll have enemies.”

Allison and argents. Stiles brings his pack to kill kate. Gives peter the chance to do it himself, and is so very proud when he says no. but instead of letting her go free, stiles crushes her throat. “revenge would have been trapping you all in here and setting the whole thing on fire. Justice would have been making you watch as she burned alive. This was mercy, and don’t you forget it.” Scott is hella in love with Allison, but he knows this comes first. Her mom is full of hatred, but stiles more than makes it clear that he has no problem with killing her too.

Stiles sees derek soon after. They’ve already gone back and forth a lot. But he and laura weren’t there. Stiles tells him what he did. They have a ~moment~

Derek wants so very much to join stiles’s pack, but he doesn’t want to lose laura.

Something finally convinces laura to take the plunge and the stillinksi pack is one happy family

#asks #anon #writing advice

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Yay! Same tbh I have loads of smuts ready to write 😂

Okay so my request is: either Steve or Chris (which ever one you feel more comfortable writing for) and Y/n are meeting their friends for the day to just have a day out or something. And whilst their getting ready y/n decides to tease Chris or Steve by putting in his favourite lingerie that he loves seeing her in. And just as Chris or Steve is about to pounce on her there’s a knock on the door and it’s their friends. Y/n keeps teasing him the entire night without fail and once they are in their car on their way home He just can’t keep his hands off of her anymore and ends up fingering her whilst he’s driving but he doesn’t let her cum 🥵

Hi love. I’m so happy about this request and so excited. I tried to write this a couple times, ended up deleting lots of parts before the ideas finally started flowing. So here it is.

Also, i’ve had so much fun getting to know you lately and i’m glad we started talking!

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Whole lotta filth/smut, language, fingering, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, degradation, orgasm denial, fluff, whole lotta romance. 18+

Word Count: 3,870

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit goes to @luvinchris go check them out 💜

Punishments & Surprises

Chris wonders into your shared bedroom, leaning against the doorway of your closet as he watches you get ready. You bend over to put some fresh panties on, the laced blue ones. His favourite. As you step into them, your pussy and ass on full view to him, he feels a situation develop in his jeans. Not the best time to get a hard cock,

The two of you are on your way out to meet some friends for food. And yet here he is, contemplating on cancelling just so he can fuck that beautiful pussy of yours. The thought of making you cum multiple times is too much for him. He tugs at his bottom lip as he comes out of his daze. Only to be met with the sight of you. In the bra that matches those panties.

God. You’re fucking perfect to him. Everything about you.

“You gonna talk at some point or just continue to drool?” you mock, noticing how his mouth is hanging open.

He closes it. His eyes ogle your half naked body, lust and hunger fill them.

“Please baby” Chris begging is always so amusing to you. Because it rarely happens, it makes it that much sweeter to tease him.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. We have to be somewhere in 20 minutes Chris” you finish getting ready, slipping the skirt on and pairing it with the matching top and some heels.

He’s still staring you down. You walk past him but he grabs a hold of your hand, pulling you flush against him.

“Please, Y/N” you tut “what is it that you want baby? Want to bend me over the bed, slide that hard cock into my wet pussy. Fuck me stupid until i’m begging you to stop” you palm him over his slacks, winding him up even more.

He gulps at your words “yes, that’s exactly what i want” you giggle “too bad. We have plans with our friends” his breathing picks up even more as he rests his hands on your perfect ass.

“God you’re just pining for it aren’t you” you kneel down so your face is level with his crotch. You stick your tongue out and glide it across where his bulge is.

“So big” you giggle as you strut away from him. Leaving him standing there. All hot and bothered and rock hard.

You slip your coat on, handing him his as he meets you by the front door.

Just as he’s about to make a second attempt, there’s a knock.

You smirk at him, opening the door to reveal your friends.

“You guys ready?” you nod, stepping out of the house. Chris locks up before unlocking his car for you. You both get in and follow them to the restaurant.

“Such a tease” he spits, gripping the steering wheel tight.

“Chris we have plans, i can’t just drop them because you want to fuck”

“Starting to think you do this shit on purpose”

“Maybe i do. Maybe i love watching your cock get hard when you watch me bend over, shoving my ass and pussy in your face. Maybe i love flaunting myself in front of you”

“Fuck Y/N” he adjusts himself again, you’re definitely getting to him.

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The night is going well. Drinks are flowing much like the conversation.

The topic then turns to you and Chris. How you got together. It was all thanks to his brother Scott. He set the two of you up. He noticed how both of you were clearly moping around, both single and clearly ready to date.

All it took was ten minutes. Ten minutes for you to know that he was the one.

Which doesn’t seem like a lot when you think about it but it was more than enough for you. You don’t care though. You liked him and he liked you. A match made in heaven.

Everyone praises Scott constantly for his match making skills. How he got it spot on.

Even his family does.

Lisa loves you, she classes you as a daughter and Shanna and Carly, even Scott calls you their sister.

You genuinely feel welcome and part of the family, which of course you are. Just not officially. Not yet anyways.

You then get talking about Dodger and the funny things he does.

Like last week when he pretty much tackled Chris to the ground when he was walking through the door with shopping bags. And when he walked in on you two kissing. He sat in the middle of you on the couch, looking back and forth until you were forced to stop due to laughing.

During dinner, you start to palm him. He coughs to cover up the soft moan that almost slipped out, in front of his friends.

You know it’s wrong but you just can’t stop and despite the looming threat of a punishment when you get home, nothing can stop you right now. Not even Chris.

He tugs at his bottom lip, trying to distract himself with eating and talking but that’s when you take his hand under the table, leading it to rest on your soaked clothed pussy. He gets a feel of how dripping you are for him. And when you get up to go to the bathroom, you whisper in his ear.

“See how wet you make me daddy”

He’s tried to tease you back plenty of times but you don’t allow it. He’s just gonna have to wait until he gets you alone.

You return, just in time to pay the bill. You take the spoon from the desert you just demolished. Licking every last bit of chocolate off of it, working your tongue around it. You turn to Chris to see him staring. Once you finish. You arrange how you’re all going to pay before exiting the restaurant.

“We have to do this more often for sure” Julie says, giving you a hug goodbye before hugging Chris.

“Definitely. It was so nice to catch up” he says, waving goodbye to the couple and unlocking his car.

You put your seatbelt on, as does he. Complete silence falls upon you. It’s not awkward, just tense.

“God that food was incredible” you groan, yawning shortly after. Still not a word from him. He chuckles, shaking his head as he starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

He gradually speeds up, causing you to gasp.

But still. Nothing from him.

“You think that’s fucking funny do you?”

You just widen your eyes, looking at him.

“What d-”

“Answer me” he snaps with a smack to your thigh, causing you to jolt.

“It was just a bit of fun Chris calm down”

“Just a bit of fun huh? How’s this for some fun then?”

He reaches his hand over, sliding your skirt up just enough so he can reach his hand into your wet panties.

“Spread them”

You waste no time in following his demands. He starts running his fingers through your folds and rubbing at your aching clit. You need him so badly.

But he isn’t going to give in easily. No, you’re gonna need to earn it. Earn the right to get fucked. And Chris never backs down in these situations, it’s rare if he does.

“Does it feel good huh?” you hum in response, gripping onto his forearm. It feels so good, the pressure. The way he can have you crumbling just from the smallest of touches is insane to you. But it’s always been this way.

“Please” your grip tightens, nails digging into his skin as you grind into his fingers. You just need a little more. You need his fingers inside of you, pushing against your spot and forcing an orgasm from you.

But it’s not gonna come true just yet.

“Please what?”

“I need your fingers in me, please Chris” that’s your first mistake. You know full well in these situations that he doesn’t like to be called by his name. He insists on ‘daddy’ and yet you’ve just broken the most important rule. You’re definitely in for it now.

No chance of getting your way.

“What did you just fucking call me?” he slams two of his thick digits inside of you, no warning before pulling them out and smacking your thigh.

“I asked you a question. Don’t test my patience baby” you moan at how low his voice has gotten “i didn’t mean it. I’m sorry daddy” he chuckles.

His fingers slowly slide back in and he wastes no time in dragging them in and out nicely “we’ll be home soon and i don’t want you to cum before then. If you do, you won’t like the consequences. You got it?” you nod, biting your lip and mumbling a nervous “yes” to satisfy him.

He continues to fuck into you, adding a third finger to the mix. You should be used to orgasm denial by now. You tend to break the rules a lot, leaving it up to Chris to teach you how to behave like a good girl.

You gotta say though, you like it. The thrill of not knowing how well you’re going to hold it each time. Sometimes you can hold back, it’s a struggle and it’s certainly not easy but this time however, was not one of those times.

No this time, he’s not letting up. His speed is staying the same and he’s using his thumb to rub at your throbbing bundle of nerves. Making it almost impossible for you to not fall over. He knows what he’s doing. He wants you to cum, he’s doing this on purpose. He wants to punish you further.

Maybe the consequences won’t be so bad. You decide to test him

You let go, refusing the hold it any longer. Letting your body just take it.

“Mhmm fuck. Daddy” your walls clamp down around his digits and he pulls out.

“Thought you could pull a fast one did you? Thought i wouldn’t feel you getting close? Such a dumb little baby” your eyes widen as you watch his hand cup your sex before raising it to smack down.

You whine at his actions, begging for him to stop but he doesn’t “you just don’t learn do you?” you start pouting at him. Watching as he grips the steering wheel with both hands after 3 smacks.

The plan back fired.

“I’m sorry daddy” he’s not taking any of it. No amount of apologies or whines will make this better now. You just might be worse off now than you were before.

All of a sudden he pulls over. Some random side road.

“Take those fucking panties off now” you undo your seatbelt following his orders without any fuss before you turn to look at him, lips pouty and eyes all wide. Awaiting his next instructions.

His fingers fiddle with his belt.

“You’ve done nothing but tease me all dam day, bending that pretty little ass over in my face and exposing your cunt to me” he starts, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button on his jeans.

“Then we go out for some lovely food with our friends and you continue. Licking your spoon clean, rubbing my legs and placing my hand over your soaked panties” he slides the zipper down, moving so he can pull his jeans and boxers down. His rock hard cock springs free, the tip is red and angry as pre cum leaks out of it. Making your mouth water with need.

You gulp just looking.

“And that brings us to now, disobeying daddy’s rules. Trying to cum when i specifically told you that you couldn’t” he starts pumping himself before gathering the pre cum on his finger and bringing it to your mouth.

“Open” you feel the salty-sweet taste on your eager tongue as he stuffs his index finger in your mouth quickly.

“And now, you’re going to suck my fucking cock until i cum in that dirty mouth, put it to good use” you nod, moving forward and taking it in your small hands. You waste no time in taking all of him.

Moving down until he bottoms out. Your nose touches the hair that decorates his size.

He groans at the feel of your warm mouth around him. The feel of your tongue licking his shaft each time you come up for air.

Chris knows you’re a good girl most of the time. But sometimes you like to run your mouth and land yourself in hot water. He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy you doing so, it means he gets to be extra rough with you and he knows you enjoy it just as much. Why else would you go to the effort of teasing him all day? You’re dying to be punished and fucked hard. Treated like the whore that you are. But only for him.

He starts bucking his hips up into your mouth, causing you to gag, a sound he loves to hear. It’s like music to his ears.

“Is my cock too much for you baby?” you pull off with a pop “no daddy” he forces himself back inside of your mouth, you gag once again.

“Something tells me that you’re lying. You can’t handle daddy’s cock pretty girl?” you pull off again.

“No daddy, i can handle it” he chuckles at the way you’re so responsive to him.

Now it’s clear he has other plans for you.

“Come here, sit on my cock” just what you’ve been waiting for.

You move over, he lines himself up and you sink down. But before you can even think about bouncing, he holds you still.

“You’re gonna stay still, sitting with my cock buried deep inside you, keeping it warm. I want you to think about how you’ve acted tonight first before you ride me”

You gulp again. This is the last thing you expected him to do.

“I’m sorry daddy. Please” he tuts “not everything will magically go away with a quick apology princess. I want you to really be sorry. And there’s only one way you’re going to learn” your breathing becomes heavier.

You don’t even need to ask, he knows you want to know.

And just like that, he tugs your head backwards. His mouth attacks your clothed nipples. His hips move and you feel his cock twitch.

He takes your shirt, tearing it in two with no issues. Leaving your chest exposed. Now you really feel like a whore.

Pulled over on a side road, where anyone could drive by. If they do, they’d have quite the sight. You sat on his cock, tits out as he sucks on them.

“F-fuck daddy” your whines are getting louder and louder. He doesn’t listen though, just continues to leave marks all over your chest and neck. He won’t let up until you’re covered.

“Okay, you ready princess? Think you’ve earnt the right to be fucked?” you nod “yes daddy, please fuck me”

You don’t have to tell him twice.

His hands splay across your ass cheeks, gripping at them and digging his nails in as he lifts you up, making room for him to fuck you.

His thrusts pick up instantly. The look in his eyes is rendering on animalistic. Lust filled.

This is the side of Chris that you absolutely adore. He can make you do pretty much anything when he gets like this. Hungry and annoyed at your actions. It’s a dangerous mix but one that’s as sweet as sugar.

“Always so tight and warm wrapped around me” he grunts, your forehead rests against his, your hands hold onto his shoulders for support.

“Shit, you feel so good” you throw your head back, arching your back. He takes the opportunity to bury his face in the valley of your breasts. Kissing you, open mouthed.

“God. I feel that pretty cunt clenching me like that. Don’t you dare fucking cum baby. You have to wait”

But you can’t wait, you need that release. It’s been building up and his punishments haven’t helped.

“Please. D-daddy. I need to cum” he shakes his head.

You’ve never begged him so much.

“You want it? Huh? Fucking beg, properly this time”

He drags his cock in and out, aggressively. Not letting up. Hitting your cervix again and again. Your mouth falls open, incomprehensible murmurs leave and he’s not much better. His eyes scrunch closed before he opens them to watch you.

“Fuck baby”

“Please, i want to cum. I need to cum. Please daddy, I’ll be a good girl” as much as he wants to continue this torture, he needs it too.

He craves the mess of your cum all over his cock. The way you clamp down on him as you do so, spurring on his own release.

The way you moan at the feel of him spilling inside of you.

“You ready to cum with me sweetheart?”

“Yes”

He slams in slow and hard. You clench. He twitches.

“OH SHIT” you scream, falling over the edge as your orgasm consumes you. The way your crying out brings his release on,

You feel his hot seed coat your walls, painting them and filling you up perfectly. You continue to lift off and sink back down. Allowing yourselves to ride the highs out together.

He brings your face to his level. His lips attack yours in a hungry and bruising kiss. Filled with passion and love.

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, nipping at it slightly. You open up, allowing him to explore your mouth, dominating your tongue at the same time. You love it.

“Every time we do that, it gets better” you both laugh and you can’t help but agree with him. Sex has always been adventurous, wild and yet completely tame and romantic with you two. You never know which type you’re gonna get some nights, but that’s what makes it so fun.

“I love you so much Y/N, so much” he pants as he rests his forehead to yours.

“I know, i love you too Chris”

“No, you don’t understand”

You furrow your brows in confusion, motioning for him to continue.

“My life has been a million times better since you came into it. You make me a much better man, a better boyfriend. Just by being with me. I love you with every ounce of my being. With every cracked piece of my heart. With every kiss that you give me, every touch, every smile, every laugh. I fall more and more and i can’t spend another moment on this earth without telling you this. You need to hear it. You’re the only woman for me, the only woman i ever want to wake up next to, the only woman i want to make love to, the only woman. It’s like we fit together so perfectly, almost like we were made and brought into this world, destined to meet and be together. Like this was the plan all along”

Your heart starts to race, tears brim in your eyes. Where has all this come from? You can’t help but wonder. He wears his heart on his sleeve with you and he always has done but you’ve never seen him like this.

His shaky hands cup your face, kissing you before he continues.

He leans over to the passenger side, opening the glove compartment and taking out a small box.

Okay, now you’re freaking out.

“Chris”

He puts a finger over your lips, shushing you so he can talk.

“I know that we’ve been with other people before each other but it feels like that was just just part of the plan. We weren’t ready to be together just yet. We had to experience life first. Experience true heartbreak before we could finally be happy together. And now we are. I want you to know that for as long as you allow me to, i will make you the happiest woman on earth. I won’t ever make you feel neglected. You’ll never have to question if you’re worthy or beautiful because i’ll be right here to remind you that you are more than worthy and that beauty knows no bounds when it comes to you. That you are quite literally the most stunning woman. You will never spend a night crying alone, i’ll be here to hold your hand and comfort you during any difficult time”

“Chris, what’s all this?”

He wipes the tears away from his face and yours.

“I know i’m supposed to get down on one knee and i wasn’t planning on doing this until next week on date night” he starts chuckling at himself “but, this moment feels far too perfect to not take the chance”

“I love you Y/F/N will you do me the great honour of becoming my wife and Dodgers official mommy?” you giggle at that last part. He opens the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring that you’ve ever seen. Your eyes meet his, both filled with tears of joy and happiness.

“Yes”

“Really?” he looks surprised.

“Yes. You huge dork. A thousand times yes. I’ll marry you” he pulls you down to kiss him before sliding the ring onto your fingers. It fits perfectly, just like he thought it would and it looks so good on you. So right.

“I guess we should probably get dressed now huh?” you slap his chest playfully, nodding in agreement as you move to your seat. You adjust your clothes and he does the same. Once you’re dressed, he gets a jacket from the back seat, handing it to you to cover your modesty with. He can’t have the neighbours seeing his fiancés tits now can he?

It doesn’t take long to get home. His hand rests on your thigh.

Once he parks up he leads you into the house where Dodger runs up to the two of you and you flash your hand to him. He might just be a dog but from the way he’s jumping up the two of you and barking, he knows.

“That’s right Dodge, daddy finally did it. It only took 4 years” you say sarcastically, spying the way Chris rolls his eyes.

“Hey, i was picking the right moment”

“And fucking me senseless in your car on the side of the road, was the right moment?” he pulls you flush against him.

“Do i have to punish you again, future Mrs Evans?” you love the sound of that.

“Maybe you do Mr Evans”

“Get in that bedroom now” he spanks your ass and you run.

By the time he gets there, you’re sprawled out on your shared bed. Pussy exposed, nipples hard. Just how he likes you to be.

“Now. If you’re going to be my wife i suggest you stop with the attitude or you should probably get used to daily punishments”

He smirks, joining you on the bed.

You feel like the luckiest woman in the world. A woman who is very much looking forward to a lifetime of punishments from her husband. A lifetime of nasty and romantic sex. Starting with tonight. The first night of being engaged to Christopher Robert Evans.

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backtothestart02 · 2 years

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14 Days of Westallen Fanfiction: Day 4 - Holding on to a Breath of Hope [2/2]

A/N: I hope you enjoy the conclusion. A tiny bit of smut and some Linda & Iris friendship. What more could a girl ask for?

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Synopsis: Post 5x01 - Canon Divergent - Barry and Nora tell Iris about the future headline.

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Chapter 2 -

Iris was across the street from CCPN before she realized she didn’t work there anymore. It hit her like a ton of bricks that distracting herself with work was moot because she didn’t technically have a job. Sure, she worked at bringing news to her little blog, but that was the extent of it at this point. And usually, she did her writing at home where her husband currently sat, probably wounded by her snapping at him and fleeing the scene.

Guilt flooded through her. That had been unfair. She’d been hurt and in shock, both of which she still was, but neither were her husband’s fault. She’d always been a firm believer in not punishing the messenger, and yet here she’d been doing exactly that.

Still, she couldn’t just return home and apologize. She needed to work through her feelings a little more, come back a little calmer, and call, as she’d said she would, when she could approach the situation from a practical perspective with a little bit of a softer demeanor.

So, she still strode forth across the street in pursuit of her previous workplace. She might not work there any longer – though they were still begging her to return – but there was a familiar face there that she knew could be a great listening ear and give her some solid advice.

“Hey, Iris,” the familiar voice called to her when she’d barely passed through the glass door.

Iris could feel the warmth in her friend’s voice and softened immediately as she sought to bring a smile to her own voice.

“Linda, hi.”

“Don’t tell me you’re here to reapply.” She winked.

“Not if my life depended on it,” Iris assured her.

“Now, now, Mrs. West-Allen, what does that say about me? Surely your experience here wasn’t all bad.”

Iris rolled her eyes. It hadn’t been, that was for sure. It was a good first job as a reporter. But she was looking to go forward, not back. And while a meager blog reporting any scrap of news she could find might look more like a few steps back, she firmly believed it was the start of something great.

“What is it?” she asked, when Iris hesitated a bit too long. “Is something wrong?”

Iris swallowed, unable to meet her eyes.

“It’s Barry,” she finally admitted.

Something about the way she said it must’ve got Linda’s attention as to the gravity of it all, because she snatched up her jacket and shrugged into it as she guided Iris back out toward the door.

“Ms. Park!” Scott called behind him, but Linda waved him off.

“It’s an emergency! Be back later!”

He gave a disapproving scowl, no doubt, but the women paid him no attention. Within minutes they were on their way to Jitters, and as soon as they were seated in a quiet booth near the back of the shop, hot steaming drinks in front of them, Linda reached out with both hands and squeezed her friend’s.

“Talk to me.”

Iris hesitated once more.

“Did you two fight?” She tilted her head, seeking an answer for Iris’ vague movements.

Iris sighed, knowing she had to spit it out. She’d sought out her friend for this exact reason. She couldn’t stay mum about it now.

“Yes and no…”

Linda’s brows furrowed.

“Explain.”

Iris licked her lips.

“He’s going to die.”

Linda’s eyes widened.

“Uh…what? How? I mean, doesn’t he have speed-healing or something?”

Iris nibbled on her bottom lip.

“It’s not now. It’s in 2024.”

Linda frowned and sank in her seat.

“Who told you that?”

Iris took a breath and decided to just go for the plunge.

“Our daughter-”

“Wha-”

“From the future.”

Linda’s jaw dropped.

“O…kay. We definitely have not caught up in a while.”

Iris squeezed her eyes shut.

“It’s a recent development. We’ve only known a few days.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m sorry, Lin. I mean to tell you. It’s just-”

“It’s okay, I get it. Flash business must’ve come up.”

“Something like that.” She winced.

Linda brushed it aside.

“Okay, so back to Barry. Does this daughter-from-the-future have any proof?”

“Well, there is a newspaper…from 2049 that she has on her watch…thingy.”

“A watch thingy.”

“I don’t know what it’s called!” she burst.

“Okay, okay,” Linda tried to calm her. “Sorry. Just…reporter instincts, I guess. Maybe as her mother you’re…biased?”

“Maybe.” Iris shrugged. “But why would she lie? I mean, this is why she came back, because she has no memories of her father, and she wants to spend time with him before going back to a future with no Barry in it.”

Linda sank in on herself.

“I see what you mean.”

Iris sighed and leaned her head back against the booth.

“They both told me a little while ago and then showed me the newspaper. I cried and then snapped at Barry for not believing we could avoid that fate. I regret it, but I’m still…in shock. And I’m sad, so sad, Linda. I feel like I’m gonna break in two.”

Linda squeezed her hand again.

“Hey, I’m here for you, okay?”

She nodded.

“Did Barry specifically say he didn’t think it could be avoided?”

She shook her head.

“No. But it was the way he said it could, I guess. There was some doubt in his voice that I couldn’t ignore.” She caught Linda’s hesitant stare. “I’ve known this man for what? 20 years? I just…I know what I heard, Linda. And I…I don’t want to prepare for a life without him in it. I don’t want to be a single mother. I’ve almost lost him so many times, and I mean…the rest of my life after a few years from now? I just…I can’t even imagine. I can’t-” She broke down and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Linda immediately got up and moved to Iris’ side of the booth, urging her to lay her head on her shoulder, which she did. She was too weak and distraught to resist.

She brushed the falling hair out of her friend’s face and rocked her gently.

“It’s gonna be okay, Iris,” she said, not sure if she believed it, but knowing Iris needed to. “Whatever you heard in Barry’s voice, that’s just him being human. I mean, the whole thing with Savitar? I remember you telling me that you agreed with everyone that you would be saved, but in your gut you felt doubt creeping up every time you thought about it.”

Iris sighed shakily.

“Yeah. I know,” she said quietly.

“That’s probably what Barry’s going through, and I’m sure he’s trying to help you process the best he can. I mean, right? He didn’t snap at you, did he?”

She shook her head.

“No.” She lifted her head. “No, of course not. He was very gentle and delicate and understanding. He just…” Linda wiped away her tears as she continued. “He didn’t want me to go.”

“Then maybe you should go home.”

She sighed again.

“I was hoping to be more…put together when I got there. And ready to apologize.”

“I’m sure he’s not expecting an apology from you, Iris. You’re both human. You’re allowed to think and feel and act in certain ways when the circumstances are overwhelming.”

Iris fixed her gaze on her friend’s.

“When did you get so wise?”

Linda snorted and leaned back in the seat.

“When I realized my boyfriend and colleague were into each other and both firmly denying it. That’s when.”

Iris winced.

“Sorry about that.”

“Water under the bridge.” She waved it off, then tucked a curl behind Iris’ ear. “Now go home, Iris. Cuddle with your husband. Maybe have some angsty reunion sex to get over this hurdle.”

Iris laughed.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“You’ve got a human vibrator on your hands, girl. Don’t let that go to waste.”

Iris broke out into a grin and then shared in a hug with her friend.

“Thank you, Lin. I couldn’t do this without you.”

“It’ll be okay.” She stroked her hair.

“Promise?”

Linda pulled back.

“I don’t control the future��” Iris swallowed. “But yeah, I promise you’ll be okay.”

Iris’ smile was shaky this time, but she managed to keep it on her face long enough to nod and scoot out of the booth with her drink in hand. The two walked arm in arm towards the door and only parted ways on the sidewalk when they absolutely had to in separate directions.

“Call me when it’s over,” Linda said. “Tell me how it went.”

“I will,” she assured her.

“Especially the sexy bits,” she teased, and Iris blanched. “Kidding,” she sang, then kicked up her heel and headed back to CCPN.

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Joe sat, stock-still on the opposite side of the couch and tried to process what Barry had just told him. It had been a few minutes, but the information was pretty overwhelming. He wanted to be supportive of Barry, but even he could understand why his daughter had needed some time to come to grips with the information.

“Joe?”

He blinked and looked up at the man before him.

“Sorry. I just…it’s a lot, Bear.”

He nodded.

“I know. I hope you don’t mind…me taking off for the day? I just don’t feel good about leaving until I’ve sorted things through with Iris.”

“No, of course not. I was just checking in, and…yeah, this is definitely a good reason. I’ll be sure to put in your sick notice. Take off a few days if you need to.”

Barry forced a smile and nod.

“Thanks.”

“Have you told anyone else?”

He shook his head.

“Iris was the most important person to tell. After she was okay, I figured it’d be safe to tell everyone else together. You just stopped by soon after she left, so it was still raw, fresh. I think I needed to tell someone else in order to explain why…”

“Yeah, no, I get it.”

The sound of a key in the lock made both men turn their heads. Barry held his breath, and his heart broke in two all over again once Iris came into view, and he saw her tear-stained cheeks again. She’d been crying, wherever she’d run off to. And whatever solace she’d hoped to get, she clearly hadn’t found it.

“Dad.”

She dabbed at her damp cheeks.

“I-I didn’t expect-”

“It was a surprise visit, and I’m already on my way out.”

He got up and rounded the couch, stopping before her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“You call me if you need anything, okay?”

She nodded.

“Thanks, Dad.”

He shot a look at Barry, who shared it and confirmed what he needed to see.

Take care of my baby girl.

I will.

Then he continued to the door and closed it behind him on his way out.

Iris shrugged out of her jacket and shoes, leaving them in a trail on her way to the couch. Barry watched her cautiously and immediately wrapped her in his arms when she snuggled up against him, pressing a kiss to where Joe had left his.

“I’m sorry I ran off,” she mumbled.

“No need to apologize, Iris,” he said, stroking her hair. “It was a lot to take in.”

“I didn’t have to snap at you though.”

“You’re human, Iris. And this is…this is big. I would’ve snapped at me too.”

She sniffled into his shirt.

“That’s what Linda said too.”

“Is that where you went? To see Linda?”

She nodded against him.

“I broke down again right in the middle of Jitters.”

He squeezed her tighter, affectionately, comfortingly.

“Eventually she told me to go home to you, and I realized there’s no place I’d rather be than by your side. Especially if-”

“No, if, Iris.”

She lifted her head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t sound more sure earlier. We’re going to prevent this. We prevented Savitar from killing you.”

“Only because HR sacrificed himself.” She dabbed at her own tears. “Doesn’t that mean someone will have to take your place?”

Barry didn’t know how to answer that. As a hero, there wasn’t any reason he’d let anyone take his place. But as Iris’ husband, he might be weak enough to let them, so he could be with her and live.

“I don’t know, Iris.”

She swallowed and lay her head back down on his chest.

“We’ll figure something out.”

He smiled faintly and soothingly rubbed her arm.

“I know we will.”

Several moments passed, and Iris was near falling asleep when she remembered Linda’s other piece of advice, and decided that was something she really needed. An excellent distraction. And she bet anything that Barry needed it too.

“Hey, Bear?”

“Hmm?”

She dragged her finger down his chest to his waistband.

“I have an idea that might distract us from this whole dying-in-the-future thing.”

Barry was faintly tempted to correcting the last bit of her statement, but her hand just being in the vicinity of his genitals shifted his frame of mind completely.

“Yeah?” he rasped.

Iris lifted her head and met his eyes.

“Uh-huh.”

Barry cupped her face and descended on her parted lips with his own. It wasn’t long before their muffled moans escalated to include stripping of clothes and hastily reaching for a condom. In the back of Iris’ mind, she wondered if it wouldn’t be so bad if she got pregnant now, so Nora would have a few concrete memories of her father, just in case. But Barry had already fitted himself to the rubber before she had a chance to object, and he was thrusting into her seconds after their eyes locked once she was flat on her back.

“I love you, Iris,” he said, solidifying it with a kiss.

“I love you, too.”

He pressed his face into her neck as he moved faster, and she clutched at him, wrapping her limbs around him and inhaling his scent, her fingers slipping on his back as he grew slick with sweat.

And when he started to vibrate his cock, she bit into his shoulder to stifle the screams.

“I love when you scream for me,” he whispered into her ear, and that made her cum. Twice.

He groaned and emptied himself before unwinding her from him and disposing of the rubber.

“That was one hell of a ride.” He chuckled before coming back on top of her. “And I did all the work.” He pouted.

She swatted at him.

“You enjoyed every second of it, and you know it.”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Always.”

Then he nuzzled her neck.

“We’ll be okay, Iris. I promise.”

“I know,” she said softly, tangling her fingers in his hair.

And in that moment, she believed it.

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alindakb · 3 years

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Good intentions gone wrong - by Alinda

Stiles never planned to come back to Beacon Hills. Not after Derek broke his heart and defiantly not after Lydia almost died. He moved away, choose a college on the other side of the country and forgot about the supernatural world. The only one he still talked to was his dad. He told him about Erica and Boyd getting married, Scott becoming a vet and about Lydia’s recovery. They never talked about what happened between Derek and him, or about how Derek was doing now because Stiles didn’t want to know.

But life doesn’t always go according to plan. And Stiles should have known that, after all the crap he’d been throw in high school. It all started on a sunny day in April. He and his new BFF Mary were staring at the clouds when she told him. She had the gene, she was going to remove it all. Only she really wanted to be a mom. So they decided to have a baby together. And a year later a little boy was born. She called him Jonathan, after her father, but Stiles gave him the nickname Clouds. And Clouds was a handful. Mary took a semester off to take care of him while Stiles finished his bachelor.

The doctors had told Mary to come back in after six months to prepare for her surgery. They did some tests and took some scans. Stiles came home one day to find her crying on her bed. She screamed at him and he let her. She had two surgeries, chemo, and radiation therapy. And then the nurses started to look at him with pity. Stiles knew what that meant. It was the same look people started to give his dad when his mother was dying. Mary was not going to make it.

Scott got on the first flight to Boston after Stiles called. Even after all those years of radio silence, Scott was still his best friend. Scott told Mary all about werewolves, about his pack, and about the risks of the bite. Mary just told him to do it. She was dying anyway. So Scott gave her the bite. Stiles cried when he saw the black tears coming out of her eyes. He held her while she screamed because off the pain. Scott left them alone. They said their goodbyes and Stiles promised to take care of Clouds. Promised to bake him a cake on his birthdays and to learn him how to ride a bike. And then she died.

His father flew over for the funeral. And afterward they drove back to Beacon Hills. Stiles his belongings put into boxes. He was quiet and scared. Back home he moved back into his old childhood bedroom. He and Scott painted the guestroom, sky blue, with clouds on the walls and ceiling. Stiles enrolled in the master’s program of the local college and took mostly online classes, so he could take care of his baby boy. Lydia came by, but all the other members of the pack left him alone. Stiles was sure he had Scott to thank for that.

Time went by and Stiles settled back into living in Beacon Hills. He and Scott started hanging out again and Stiles helped Lydia with her classes. She still had problems remembering things, and Stiles thought her the tricks he ones learned from his mother. They really seemed to help her, and Stiles was glad Lydia looked more like her old self than she had done five years ago. She and Scott talked about the pack. About the members that Stiles knew and about the new editions. The people Scott had given the bite to save their lives and the omega’s that had joint over the last couple of years. Nobody talked about Derek.

After three months, Stiles met up with Erica and Boyd. They had a little baby girl, only four months younger than Clouds. They arranged play dates for the kids and talked about how Erica loved being a hairdresser while Boyd was the stay at home dad. It was nice to see his old friends again. And slowly he was reintroduced to them all. Isaac worked at the sheriff station and was in love with a nice girl named Patricia. Ethan and Aiden worked at the local garage, and Ethan was happy to tell Stiles that he was invited to his and Danny’s wedding. Danny worked for an internet company.

Slowly he became a part of the pack again, Allison took him shopping for baby clothes, Isaac learned him how to shoot a gun, Aiden started giving him fighting lessons and Scott started to include him when making pack decisions. The new members of the pack treated him with respect and one of the teenagers even offered babysitting duties, if Stiles ever wanted a night off. The only person Stiles never saw was Derek. And Stiles was sure it was for the best.

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Derek had regretted breakings Stiles heart the second after he had done it. Seeing the tears stream down his face, hearing him beg for another chance, it was heartbreaking. But Derek was sure that Stiles would die because of him, so he had to let him go. Stiles told him one last time he loved him, only to hear Derek say that he didn’t love him back. It was a lie. Derek was sure he would never love anyone as most as he loved Stiles.

Two hours later, Derek had packed his stuff into a duffel bag and got in his Camaro, leaving Beacon Hills, planning to never come home again.

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Life went on, Cloud started to walk and talk. Stiles could see Mary in his smile and he missed her. Danny and Ethan got married, and it was an amazing party. Stiles looked at his friends, all in love and happy. Scott talked with Allison, Isaac left early with his girlfriend, Erica and Boyd danced with their baby in their arms and Lydia was standing on the side of the dance floor with Aiden’s arms around her waist. And Stiles was alone.

Stiles couldn’t help himself and the next day he asked Scott about Derek. Stiles had expected to see him at the party, but he hadn’t been there. Nobody talked about him and Stiles was starting to fear the reason why. Scott just looked at Stiles with a sad face. Telling him Derek didn’t like parties, so why would he show up at one? And Stiles knew Scott was hiding something from him.

So Stiles started to investigate. Talking to the pack members who join after Stiles had left. But none of them knew Derek. They all had heard about him, knew he was still alive, but they had never met him in person. Isaac was the only one still talking to him.

Isaac was as forthcoming with information about Derek as Scott had been. Telling Stiles to leave it alone. But Stiles couldn’t do that because he never stopped loving him. Even if he tried to convince himself he had moved on, he knew he hadn’t. Mary had known, he’s sure that’s why she made him promise to move back to Beacon Hills, because of Derek. The one person he talked about in his sleep, the person he compared every potential partner with, making them look like second hands. He had fucked other guys in college, but he had never loved them back. Because his heart still belonged to someone else.

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Derek had made up his mind after Cora had died. The only reason she was alone that night was because Derek stayed over at Stiles. They had been looking for him, to take their revenge, only to find his sister. They had taken her life to punish him. She would be the last person that would die because he loved them.

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Stiles finished his masters after he lived in Beacon Hills for a year and a half. He was twenty-six years old, had a two-year-old son, no job and he still lived with his dad. He had been the best man at Scott and Allison their wedding, and he had wished Derek would have been there to dance with. Or that Mary could have been there to make fun of his speech that wasn’t funny at all. Scott had been blushing the entire time Stiles had been talking while Allison her father started to look like he would kill Scott in his sleep.

Derek didn’t live in Beacon Hills anymore. That was all Stiles had found out in a year. Derek left no traces on social media. And nobody wanted to talk about him. Danny had told him to stop looking when he asked him to break into Derek’s bank accounts. Isaac got mad when he heard about it. He screamed at Stiles to leave it. Derek had moved on and so should he. What Isaac didn’t realize was that his outburst made Stiles fear even more for Derek’s wellbeing.

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Even after five years he still woke up with Stiles on his mind. Derek had felt guilty after Isaac had told him that Stiles had left for college and was never planning to move back to Beacon Hills. It had been Stiles home and Derek drove him away, even after he left. Isaac called him every month, to make sure he was okay. He told him he was still part of the pack and he was always welcome back. And sometimes he longed for it, to go home. He got an invitation for Scott and Allison’s wedding, naming Stiles the best man. And that was what made him ride back to Beacon Hills. Wondering why Stiles came back.

Derek is standing in the tree line, looking at Stiles his old home. A little boy is running around the car while Stiles puts some bags in the trunk. The boy has Stiles his eyes. There is no doubt in Derek’s mind that the boy is Stiles kid. Tears start to form in his eyes when he sees Stiles lift the little man up and hug him. He places the kid in his seat, before getting in the car himself, driving away. Derek is happy for Stiles. He moved on with his life, found a nice girl to spend his life with and has a beautiful kid. Derek had his change and now he had to live with the consequences.

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Stiles finds a part-time job at the local newspaper. He uses their archives to try and find Derek. He doesn’t talk about him anymore in front of the others, but that doesn’t mean he stopped looking. It’s like some outside force is making him look for Derek. He can’t help shake the feeling that Derek is slowly slipping away.

The news archives are no big help. But the phone records of Isaac, that his father gets him, are. It turns out Isaac had been talking to Derek every month, until a couple of months ago. Isaac keeps calling, but Derek doesn’t seem to answer anymore. The sheriff looks up Derek his cellphone GPS coordinates. Stiles is shocked to learn he was in Beacon Hills a month before Scott’s wedding. It was the first time Derek stopped answering Isaac calls. Only two months later Isaac had his outburst.

Stiles doesn’t miss the meaning of this. Derek saw something when he was in Beacon Hills that made him break all contact. It’s at that moment that Clouds runs into Stiles. Only fifteen minutes later Stiles is screaming at Scott at the vets office. Deaton tells them to move it to the back, but Stiles is beyond reason. He wants to know if Scott knew why Derek broke up with him all those years ago. Because Stiles is starting to believe it wasn’t because he stopped loving him.

After Stiles little breakdown, he finally hears the truth. Scott tells him about how Derek left after he broke up with Stiles. He tells him that Isaac used to call him every month to make sure he was okay. And then Isaac tells him that Derek once confessed to him that he left because he was afraid he was going to be the reason Stiles would die before he was even able to finish high school.

Stiles cries himself to sleep that night.

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It is Scott that finds him. He can hear him making calls, but he is too weak to respond. He doesn’t want to be saved. He just wants to die.

Isaac is looking at him when he wakes up in a hospital bed. He calls him an idiot and says the unthinkable before he leaves.

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Stiles hasn’t been to visit Derek at the hospital. He hasn’t looked him up when he moved into Isaac his guestroom. And he is not planning to. Not until he’s sure Derek wants to see him too.

And then his car starts doing funny things on his way back home. Clouds is sitting in the backseat, playing with a dinosaur. Stiles calls Ethan. He tells him he can bring the car round right now, that one of their mechanics will have time to look at it. When he arrives at the garage, he sees Derek talking to Aiden. Stiles hadn’t thought he would look so skinny. When Stiles comes closer he can see that most of the muscles are gone, Derek has become skin over bones. Scott had said he looked bad, but this is even worse than Stiles had imagined.

Derek walks away when Stiles gets out of his car. Stiles wants to follow, but he has Clouds with him, so he turns to the backseat and unbuckles his kid. Clouds takes his dinosaur with him. Aiden tells him he can wait in the office at the back. Stiles takes a couple of books from the backseat to read to Clouds while they wait.

Aiden comes back after only fifteen minutes. Clouds is playing with his dinosaur, so Stiles leaves him alone to talk to Aiden. The car just needed a small fix up and Stiles is glad to hear it. When he comes back into the office to collect Clouds he finds him sitting in Derek’s lap, listening to one of his favorite stories. Clouds doesn’t even notice Stiles coming in, so Stiles just sits down in one of the chairs to wait for the end of the story. Derek looks at him briefly, before he continues reading. Stiles is shocked by the emptiness off his eyes. He wonders what happened to Derek before Scott found him in the woods.

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Derek cries after Stiles leaves. Isaac comes to take him home and Aiden tells him he can take as many days off as he needs.

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Stiles sees Derek again a couple of days later when he’s buying groceries. He leaves him alone like Scott had asked him to do. Derek needs time. That’s what Scott had said. But Stiles still loves him, even more now he saw him interact with his son. And the only thing he really wants to do is take care of him.

Derek drops his shopping basket, and Stiles can see the tears forming in his eyes. He walks over quickly and starts picking up Derek’s items. Clouds follows his example and the little kid tries to lift a big carton of milk. Stiles helps him before the carton falls again. When they placed all the items back into the shopping basket, Stiles finally looks up at Derek. He’s still standing on the same spot, looking at his shaking hands. Tears are falling down his cheeks and Stiles just wants to hug him and tell him he’s going to be alright. But he can’t, not until Derek tells him he’s allowed to.

Cloud also looks at Derek, but he isn’t stopped by grown-up rules. He just wraps his little arms around one of Derek’s legs en hugs him. Stiles is proud of his little kid until he sees the reaction on Derek’s face. His soft crying has turned into uncontrolled howling. Derek’s body is shaking all over. Stiles can’t help but feel responsible for his pain. He takes another step closer and pulls Derek into a hug. He doesn’t care that everybody tells him to leave Derek be. He can’t just leave him like this in the groceries store.

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He’s sitting on the sofa with a cup of hot coffee in his hands. Stiles had brought him to his place after he paid for all their groceries. He could hear Stiles upstairs, putting Clouds down for his nap. Derek wonders where his mother is.

When Stiles walks back into the living room he sits down on the sheriff's chair. The question comes out of nowhere, and Derek is afraid to answer. He hasn’t told anybody. They all want to know what happened to him. Only Isaac seems to suspect, but he keeps quiet. And now Stiles wants to know. But how do you tell somebody you stopped eating because of them.

And then Stiles says he’s sorry he didn’t fight harder for their love before he leaves Derek on his own.

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Stiles is making dinner in the kitchen when his dad comes home. Derek is still sitting on their sofa. Clouds is coloring at the dining table. His dad kisses his grandson on his head before giving Stiles a wondering look. Stiles doesn’t know either. Derek hasn’t said a word to Stiles since he came back, but he won’t leave. Stiles texted Isaac to let him know what happened, but Isaac has decided to go into radio silence, just like Scott.

Derek walks into the kitchen when Stiles is serving dinner. His dad had put out an extra plate for Derek and he takes it without a word. Derek hardly touches his food, just like the cup of coffee that turned cold while he was holding it the entire afternoon. Stiles wishes he knew how to help him, but as long Derek won’t tell them what happened, he doesn’t know how.

“Did you really call your son Clouds?”

The sheriff laughs at Derek’s question, he always said it was a stupid nickname. Stiles is just happy Derek finally said something.

“No, his mother named him Jonathan.”

“So why do you call him Clouds?”

Stiles smiles at the memory. “Because the decision to have him was made watching the clouds.”

“And he hates the name, Jonathan.” His dad elaborates.

The table goes quiet again, except for the noises Clouds makes while eating. Stiles sees Derek look at his kid and then back at his plate. He takes his fork and finally starts eating. The sheriff leaves the table when he finishes his plate, taking Clouds with him upstairs.

Derek finishes his entire plate without saying another word. Stiles just sits there waiting for him to finish. His dad will take care of Clouds. After Derek is finished eating he looks up at Stiles, his eyes look more like the ones Stiles fell in love with all those years ago and not like the empty ones he saw a couple of days ago, the ones that had haunted him during his sleep.

“What happened to his mother?”

“She died, cancer.”

“Did you love her?”

“She was my best friend. I wanted to help her, but I ended up killing her.”

Derek just nods his head.

“I’m sorry.” And then Derek just starts crying again. Stiles moves closer, so he can get his arm around Derek. Derek rests his head on Stiles' shoulder while Stiles holds him close. Stiles doesn’t know what Derek is sorry about, what made him start to cry again. And he defiantly didn’t expect Derek to start talking.

“After Cora, I thought everybody I love would die. So I pushed you away, hoping it would save your life. I thought I could live without you if it meant you were still alive. But I couldn’t. I stopped living. The only thing I did was wander around forests that weren’t my home. For a long time, Isaac was the only person I talked to. And then he told me you had come home and had asked about me. So I came back.”

“Then I saw you with Clouds, and I knew I was too late. You had moved on. So I turned around, but I couldn’t get myself to leave the preserve. There was nothing for me left to live for.”

Stiles waits for more, for the horrible that happened to Derek, that made him loose so much weight. But nothing comes. Stiles mind is racing, cause Derek just told him he still loves him, has always loved him. There was nothing left to live for after Derek thought Stiles had moved on. Nothing left to live for. And that is when it hits Stiles. There had been no monsters, just a man that had no will to live.

“You did this to yourself,” Stiles whispered, “Because of me.”

“I’m sorry.” Derek cries.

It just makes Stiles mad.

“You stupid idiot! We could have been happy together! But you decided on your own that I would be better off without you. Well, I wasn’t. Everywhere I looked I saw memories of us together, so I left Beacon Hills. And even after that, I just looked for guys who looked like you, but they were never you. I was afraid to stay in touch with all my friends because I was afraid they would tell me you would be perfect. Because you are, okay, you are perfect. And I love you, I love you. You’ve always had me.”

Stiles screaming had changed to weeping somewhere in his monolog. He didn’t realize he was crying until he stopped talking.

“You almost killed yourself for no reason. What if you had died, where would that leave me? Do you really want me to be alone for the rest of my life?”

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Derek had known that leaving Stiles had been a mistake, that almost taking his own life had been a mistake, and that he wanted nothing more than to make up for his mistakes. Stiles was sitting next to him, tears rolling over his cheeks. The boy he had left behind had grown into a young man. A man that had never stopped loving him, even after Derek failed to protect Lydia after Derek broke his heart in a million pieces. And Stiles just told him there would never be anyone else he would want to be with. For the first time in years Derek smiled. He really smiled.

Stiles looked at him like he was crazy, but he couldn’t stop from smiling himself. They just smiled at each other, until Derek placed his shaking hand on Stiles' cheek. He whipped away a tear with his thumb before he leaned forward and placed a kiss on Stiles' lips.

Stiles' arms were wrapped around him in seconds, holding Derek close. And they just kissed, and then kissed some more. Making up for seven years of lost kisses.

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Epilogue

Derek places his arms around Stiles' waist.

“He’s going to be fine.”

Stiles knows that Clouds will love school, but still. It feels weird to let him go. Stiles places his hand on Derek’s. Their wedding bands touching as he does. It brings a smile to his face, remembering their wedding day. Derek asked him the morning after they got back together after he had made pancakes for Clouds. Stiles had said yes before Derek had time to finish his question. His dad had been in the room and Stiles can still remember him smiling at the scene in front of him. Clouds had just kept eating his breakfast.

Derek moved in with Stiles that day. And a month later they were married. Clouds had started calling Derek papa after two months. Stiles had cried when that happened for the first time.

Derek had never skipped another meal in all the years they were married.

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #minor character death #mentions of cancer #eating disorder #father stiles stilinski #depressed derek hale

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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Pirate au Redone (part 3)

N/A: Ideas will be used here. I think. Kitty will pirate? Yes, and Maddy will show up as well. Going to be honest. I don´t think we need to see the talk between Emma and Kitty and I want to write this idea before it pops out of my mind.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @everykurt @muninandhugin

After a long discussion both Jean and Scott menage to council their differences and as Jean proclaims to a more relaxed Scott, they´ll try anew and this time no more Pheonix or Avengers or anything to come between them. And, Scott, still has his reservations about Krakoa - and Scott is one of the few people that seem to notice Kurt´s demeanor over a couple of days and is one of the few who confide with him about Krakoa- can at least, if nothing else, give the benefit of the doubt to the island.

Where are you, Rachel?

This thought lingers in his mind and took some time out of Scott´s initial agenda-not that he cares too much about it, but, he doesn´t like to be idle and Rachel is a grown-up woman and may want some time alone to figure out things...considering her sexuality and who she dated, Scott can safely say Rachel wants an alone time now- and once the man is fed up in pretending to do whatever chores he was supposed to do. Scott Summers leave his room.

Krakoa is a beauty as if your definition of beauty comes with vines, exotic plants-so exotic that Scott can sweat they don´t exist- and an oppressive tone of green. Paradise is another form of prison? Lucifer certainly thought so.

His thoughts on religion are skeevy at best - again, Scott does not care, and if Kurt Wagner shares some of this belief with him. Why he would feel ashamed?- and his thoughts on religion take an ironic twist when Scott halt and looks at the person in front of him and his teeth grith so tight he could swear he´ll break his teeth or jaws.

"Why are you doing here?" Scott asked directly to Mr.Sinister who is smiling all too pleasant. The man still has the same fashion sense and still have this smirk on his face.

"Ah, Scott...you thought you wouldn´t see me again? I was the closest thing of a father in your life...and when I heard you and Miss Jean Grey are trying again...It fuels my heart with joy...do you remember?" he asked with that creepy smile of his, showing more teeth than a human should, then again, is Mr.Sinister human? "do you remember those fun times in the orphanage? You cried but didn´t beg...and you even won in the end...it only proofs that I was right all the time" and Scott´s breath accelerate and he didn´t think twice before taking his visor and blast Mr.Sinister away.

However, the vines creepily climb on the floor and wrapped tightly around his legs and yank on the floor and the impact somehow makes the lasers stop-Scott closes his eyes and it took a minute for him to reconize the sensation and not enter in dispair believing his sight is gone- and his body is unable of moving.

"Scott Summers, you broke the law" the voice that belongs to Prof X answers, yet, Scott notices something off on his voice. "The punishment must be severe...especially as you´re one of my favorites" and Scott almost laughs at this.

Then I don´t want to know what you would do if I wasn´t the favorite.

If Prof X is ready to throw Scott in the dungeons or do something else, well, all Scott can do is gulp and not cry. But, someone intervenes. No, more than someone as he can still hear their voices.

"Prof...this is unfair...why you would punish Scott for wanting to be away from this creepy?" Jean shouts angrily and Scott can see, mentally of course, how her face must be twisted in anger-there´s a difference in an angry Jean and an angry Pheonix and Scott knows this very well- and Jean continues while Storm is helping Scott to stand on his feet.

"Can you open your eyes, Scott?" Storm asked in concern and Scott shakes his head. Nothing else needs to be said. Storm puts his visor back and asks again as Scott opens his eyes slowly.

Jean is not done. "How can you ask for a nazi scientist to be here? I thought this island was supposed to be a paradise for us...not for nazis scum" Jean shouts vexing and for a moment everyone gathers around thinking she would go Pheonix...

She gave up the Pheonix ...there´s no trace of the bird on her.

Prof X smiles and is not soothing in the slightest. "I believe everyone deserves a chance and it wasn´t thanks to Mr.Sinister´s machinations that Cable, your once beloved son or so you once claimed, came to be?" Prof X only walks ignoring Jean Grey as he concludes his thoughts in one final line. "Plus, you would are the one to give everyone a chance...everyone but your own daughter" and then Jean falls from the sky screaming in agony.

Scott goes to her and tries to use his power on Prof X to make him stop- Scott recalls that he did murder Prof X thanks to the Power of Pheonix and hopes he can kill the man again-yet, his power doesn´t work on the man who only shakes his head at this.

Storm tried to use her powers as well-summon a powerful lightning bolt to burn the man in one attack- yet, her powers are useless against Prof X, and Storm is knockdown.

"What a pity...but you two always disappointed me"

And the fates of Scott Summers and Jean Grey are sealed. There´s no more Mr.Sinister as Prof X leaves.

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Logan is on the beach and is smoking one of his best cigars and is more than happy to see Jean Grey, and to his increased libido and satisfaction she´s wearing a bikini and no Scott Summers- and Logan knows this is meant to be. Knows this is all about making more babies and Logan promises to buy the best beer he can think to thank Kurt for such law- and the man is as seductive as his entire being can. "Jeanie. Fancy a swin?"

Jean shakes her head and holds him. Oh, Logan knew this would happen and smirks thinking he finally beat Slim. Finally, and even mention this out loud. "You finally going to be with a real man" and goes for a kiss.

The kiss is as passionate as his imagination provides, yet, she steps away and speaks in a soothing tone. "Oh, Logan...I never liked you but I thought you were smart than that" and her eyes are burning just like her hair. "You´ll know what is death and the most painfully one..." and Jean is no longer Jean...and Logan is no more.

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A cargo ship is traveling in the pacific ocean and the captain is giving the orders to make sure their precious containment is in order- mutants kids from non-develop countries and many labs and governments would pay anything to put their hands on those kids- and the captain is even dreaming with the huge sums of money he´ll gain thanks to those kids. And damn, he can even view himself in a large mansion.

"Captain...there´s a strange ship...yatch coming to our way" one of his first mates points to the said yacht and the captain rolls his eyes and order to fire at them-he has better things to worry than worry about stupid people- however when one of the crews of the yacht shots a fireball large enough to damage the ship and the other froze the ship preventing it from leaving...it proves how it in deep waters the captain is now.

A woman flies to the deck. The woman has a red vest and one sword. The men didn´t take long to shoot at her, yet, it was futile. "AHH GHOST!" one of them said and the woman smirks evilly.

"Yep, I´m a ghost and I´m a very pissed ghost" and she runs through them using her sword as if it was another limb attached to her body. The rest of the crew surrender and the children were rescued.

"Emma?" Kitty calls not wanting the damn woman in her mind. "The kids are safe...not alright after what they witness, but, alive...we´re taking them to a secure place"

"I trust in your judgment, Kate!"

"Stop calling me like that, Frost"

One of the kids looks at the woman wearing red and asks one of the mutants who is she. And Bobby follows their sight and smiles. "Well, that´s Captain Pryde" and the kids look in awe at the Captain who notices their smiles and makes a One Piece reference.

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Betsy Braddock is not easily frightened and maybe this can make people have the wrong view about her. And maybe, Betsy used to like those wrong ideas people had over her- the fearsome woman who laughs in Death´s face- and Elisabeth´s smile can´t reach her eyes anymore nor be anything but an obvious fake. No pleasantries are enough to dissolve the situation between herself and... "Kwannon" Betsy exclaims noticing how their outfits have different color paletas.

Kwannon. The Japanese Psylocke as some used to call-Oh, Betsy knows what people used to call Kwannon´s body and know what they used to call Betsy´s mind as well- and the Japanese woman is putting one foot in front of the other...the motion would be almost funny, if it wasn´t painfully clear she´s not used to her own body.

"Betsy..." her tone is dry as her eyes are fixated on Betsy. "I want to talk with you, but...thinking back and seeing you now. I need you to shut up and listen..." she exhales and continues. "I don´t blame you for what happened to me..." she closes her eyes and touches her hand. "I´d blame you for how you treat my name and my own body. You wear little and suddenly your blade talks and demands blood...I´m not like that and I don´t like that now you´re a white woman...abruptly your blade doesn´t scream blood anymore and you don´t longer dress like a slut..." she completes having a neutral expression on her face.

Betsy can´t ignore her actions. "I thought in assume another identity for myself" is a good explanation for Betsy not for Kwannon.

"White woman. Do you know anything about me? I´m a ninja not because it was cool or sexy, but, because I had no option. I have no last name...I´m a Burakumin, yeah judge by your look you had no idea what this means" her tone is derisive as she continues. "I was an outcast in my own country. The Yakuza one day, saw my abilities and offer me a job...and that job became my life"

"I didn´t know..." Betsy speaks with a heavy tone. "I was..."

"Having fun in wearing my body as a sex toy? Yeah...I know" and Kwannon uses her kinetic blade- Kwannon is not sure if she wants to fight Betsy or to simply see if she still has her powers- and if a brawl was to happen, well, it won´t be now as Emma Frost shows up along with Kitty Pryde.

"Ladies...this is not time to catfight...we better things to do" Emma Frost replied in a regal way as always and Kitty rolls her eyes at such display but speaks again.

"I think we all agree Krakoa is bad"

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Scott and Jean are back to their cabin in the woods-money is not exactly an issue for Jean Grey as she died and resurrected so many times to the point the agency thinks she´s a meme now- and Jean is laid down on the canape still feeling pain. "I´m fine...no, I´m not...but I´ll be...Scott, when Prof X´s power increase like that?"

Scott has no answers. And someone knocks the door and Scott goes to answer and sees Madeline Pryor smiling at him. "Are you real or an illusion?" Scott asks and Madeline nods sagely and slaps his face with a grin.

"Still doubt am I not real?"

"No, is you!"

"I´m not here to fight...I´m here to talk and as much I hate to say this...I need the help of Jean Grey"

#Pirate au redone au #kitty pryde #madeline pryor #Emma Frost #Kitty the pirate saving mutant kids #No KIDS going to Krakoa #Logan is no more #Dr Moira is next #Kwannon has a background now #mentions of Kurt

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alitheamateur · 5 years

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A Taste of Home- Chapter 8

Warnings: Dirty talk. Phone sex. Language. Angst.

True to his word, Chris called. He called once he’d landed and so courteously obliged you with one text every other day, or so. You’d baited him with the glorious bright idea that the two of you could goes rounds with the “friends with benefits” gag like it was freshman year of college, or something. So, who you were to even begin to pout about his less than romantic behavior?

He wasn’t a bad man, in the least. Chris didn’t have a cruel, purposely hateful or rude bone in his body, unless the necessity for behavior as such presented itself. You knew he wasn’t treating you cold just for pointless giggles, he was simply... obeying what he was sure you had agreed to only a week earlier.

Now, back home to the safe, familiar corners of Boston, you settled back into your schedule at the coffee shop with your parents. The editorial was due for print next month, and Tess assuredly told you that more work would indeed be coming your way, after your excellent impression in Malibu. But, until then, you’d need a paycheck somehow, so pouring lattes it was.

One Thursday, later in the afternoon when most normal individuals avoid caffeine, the shop was a weary ghost town. There’d be a light rush around 5 p.m. when the night shift crew made their round, but for the most part, all was silent. Until the rambunctious, raspy screech of one Scott Evans paraded himself through the entryway. He was handsome, like his brother, and as equally bombastic. Being the pridefully excellent judge of character he was, Scott had always kept a giggling eye on the way you pined after his older brother, but never saying an open word about your secret crush to anyone. Only occasionally, he’d shake his head, or hold back at laugh at your staring, or girlish blushes toward Chris.

He was leading Dodger by the leash at his side, the pup calmly sniffing around the display counters & hunting for some sort of crumb.

“Don’t look so happy to see me, Millie. For God sakes.” He coolly lashed with a sarcastic smile, leaning forward to kiss your cheek over the counter.

“How could I not be thrilled to see my very favorite Evans spawn?” You bat your caky, day-old lashes at him.

“That’s not what a little birdy told me....”

Mortification made over your face, pupils explosive with the horrified, shit-eating grin forming across his smug face. Chris has spilled the beans...

Big mouth bastard & his shameless brotherly bond.

“Don’t start with me, Scott Evans, or I swear I’ll-“

“You’ll what?! Roll around in the Malibu sand with me like you did Chris? No thanks, angel. However gorgeous, you know you aren’t my type.”

You smashed your hot forehead to the coolness of the freshly cleaned granite countertop near the cash register. A fight was useless with this one. He’d only tease, and tease the more defenses you put up.

“Relax, Amelia. You know there’s no judgment here! I’m happy you finally got a taste of what all your teenage dreams were made of...” Scott suppressed a wailing laugh momentarily, before turning loose into a full-on fit of hysterics.

“What the hell do you want? My pride can’t take any more of your jokes today.”

“I’m watching this guy at my place while Chris is gone, but I’m heading out on a red eye tonight. Chris said you and Dodge hit it off, so he was wondering if you could go by his place tonight & settle Dodgy here in? I’ll be back Saturday night, so I just need to you check in on him tonight, and tomorrow evening.”

You worked haphazardly whipping together Scott’s predictable to-go order, scrunching your face at his suggestions.

“I’d really owe you. As would my dreamy older brother, too....”

As if that was supposed to convince you. It didn’t convince you, did it?...

Dodger whimpered on the other side of the counter, lunging on his back legs to see what you were doing running around fitfully in circles. His big ol’ brown eyes were no match for your objections. They had almost half the convincing power that the blue ones belonging to his owner did.

“Fine. Alright, alright. But, only for him. It’s got nothing to do with you asshole brothers, you hear me?” Your weak intimidation only made Scott laugh all the more.

Slinging the sweet pup a treat from the doggy jar on the shelf, and stealing a swig of Scott’s beverage before handing it over, the pair of them glided to the exit.

“Thank you! Have I told you that you’re my favorite blonde? Well, my favorite blonde barista. Or fashion blogger, or whatever you’re doing these days?” He winked & the glass door sealed behind him.

You picked up the key he’d left behind on the counter, eyeballing it hard. A faint part of your heart had once daydreamed about being giving a key to his home, but certainly not in this regard...

…

When closing time rolled around, you flicked off each switch around the shop, turning the sign opposite of “open” and your phone dinged inside the pocket of your cardigan.

C: Call when you get to my place. I’ll give you the rundown on bub’s nighttime routine. And thank you, Mills :)

You remembered every turn towards the quiet seclusion of his cabin home despite only visiting once. Much had changed since your last time here, and yet so much seemed slightly the same in all the wrong ways.

Dodger was panting & galloping clumsily over the hardwood floors when you entered, sniffing & drooling under your feet. It took you a handful of seconds to locate where in the world the light for the foyer was, playing roulette with the dozen switches on the walls.

“Let’s call your dad, big guy. I bet your hungry.”

The phone barely competed two rings before Chris picked up.

“Hey, you. Make it safe?”

“All in one piece, yep! But, something tells me if I don’t feed this animal, I may not survive much longer.”

Chris laughed. That laugh that would’ve seemed like you’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

“Right. Head towards the kitchen, & his jar of food is on the bottom shelf of the pantry. You’ll see it as soon as you open the door. He gets two scoops, and just check his water if you don’t mind, too.”

Following his thorough instruction, you served Dodger his dinner, seeing that his bowl of water was fresh, then walked him out back for a bathroom break before bed. Chris chatted with you on the line, small talking about his day on set, and the amazing desert he snuck at dinner going against his trainers’ orders.

“I think I’ve got it all taken care of. Anything else you need me to do before I head home?”

You heard his bed creak a bit in the background as if he was flopping around to get comfortable.

“Check my bedroom for Dodge’s lion. The little baby won’t sleep without it.”

He giggled at the amusement of you turning wrong corners & blindly navigating his hallways in search of the master-bedroom. You’d never been farther than the kitchen, after all.

Sadly...

His bedroom was warm with welcome, and the walls climbing with an unstifled, comforting feeling of home, even without his presence. Your senses heightened, tickling on end, with the many traces of him strewn around the room. A half-emptied bottle of water by his bedside lamp, a photo of his entire family framed from a premiere red carpet next to it. A tainted, overly worn pair of blue sneakers discarded beside his dresser, and one of his leather jackets haphazardly folded on the arm of a lounge chair. Dodger’s precious lion lay at the foot of Chris’ lush California king right where he said it would be.

“The lion is patiently waited in your bed for Dodger. Shall I tuck the two of them in before I lock up?”

He was eerily silently. Dangerously so.

“Sit on my bed, Amelia.” What was it about the way he said your proper name? It made you want to cower sheepishly, like it was some form of scolding. Yet, it was still so unbelievably… dark, and compellingly delicious.

You boosted with a teeny jump, sitting yourself on the very edge of his bed, perplexed. Smelling the scent of him locked into the covers.

“It’s a dream, isn’t it? And people wonder why I’m such a hermit sometimes. Lay down for a minute and see for yourself, I insist.” You could almost hear that dopey, toothy smile curve all the way up to his ears.

“What’s your game here, Evans? I need some sleep at some point tonight, ya’ know?”

“I bet you look fuckin’ heavenly laying yourself across my pillow, Millie. Is your hair down? Wild, and curly?”

A surge flickered at the center below the waistband of your jeans.

“Y-yeah…”

Chris hummed. It was a growl, more so. Rotten, and sinful, and wretched with sexual intent.

“And I bet, since it was warmer today in Boston, according to my mom, you’re wearing one of those thin, slinky little shirts you love that barely, barely hide what’s under your lace bra…”

Images of him sucking, and rolling what’s under that indeed lace bra hung up in your throat, threatening to choke the life out of you.

“I’d really love to see what’s under there, Millie. Kick your shoes off, and lay back, sweetheart.”

Without question, you obeyed his every command like a sheep to the slaughter, your nipples hardening as they caught up to the arousal his luscious voice had prompted.

“Tell me, Mills. Do you wish I was there with you? In my bed, right now?”

You’d never believed in the schemes of hypnosis. Obviously, because there was “no way your mind was weak enough to be manipulated by something as such.”

End quote.

But his snaky smooth, rumbling, throaty accent on the other end of the phone brainwashed you.

“Yes.”

High fives all around for Amelia Calvert’s ability to play coy, and hard to get.

“And, would you let me touch you? I really, really want- no, need, to touch you, beautiful.”

You wouldn’t just let him touch you. In fact, you’d beg mercilessly for him to take your every body part into his veined hands.

“Are you asking to go to 2nd base with me, Christopher Evans?”

And so, it began. The sexual, meaningless, no-strings relationship that you had so very, very foolishly advised. It felt like some form of cruel punishment, but you’d hold up your end of the bargain, however empty, used, and desperately pathetic it made you feel. And then, you’d allow yourself to crumble in pain later.

“I’m asking to run the whole fuckin’ field with you, Amelia. But, I’d settle for 2nd base.” Chris answered without a stutter of second guess.

“I’m thinking about your hands on me right now, too. Tugging through my hair as I kiss you. Hard. Do you know where I’d put my hands, baby?”

There were a few guesses, but, what fun would it be the fill in the blanks? However much you hated the arrangement, the hot spot between your legs was thumping with anticipation.

“Nnn-no. Where would you put them?”

“I’d have to begin with a squeeze to those round, screamingly perky tits, first and foremost. Then, I’d pet all the way down, counting your ribs slowly, whispering the numbers in your ear as I went downward…. Do you know what I would do next, Mil?”

In some sort of blood pumping, sex-crazed trance, you had wriggled loose the button of your jeans and the seems of your panties stretched as your hand fiddled inside them.

“Tell me.”

He was whispering moans now. Carps of a yearning, feverish nature scratched through the speaker of your phone, and you wanted to cry in ecstasy knowing he was undoubtably shirtless, and his straining muscles sweating and sticking to the sheets of his bed.

“I’d tuck my hand inside your pants, too eager to worry with pulling down your zipper, and touch your softest spot. I bet it would be warm, too. And wet for me, Millie. Is it wet for me?”

Surprised that he couldn’t hear the sloshing, water-like sounds coming from your side of the line as you slid between your folds, you answered.

“Definitely. Unbelievably.”

“I wanna feel it, Millie. Taste it on my lips for days after you’ve left me.”

His bed where you lay squeaked when your back arched in an imaginative fit, ruminating thoughts of the texture of his tongue.

“Touch yourself like I would touch you. Arch your back just as your finger skims over your fucking greedy clit.”

“Are you…? Are you touching yourself, too? Touching like I would touch?”

“How would you touch me, Amelia. Talk to me, gorgeous. Tell me how you want me to touch myself.”

Your building trembles captured you, and truly the idea of him touching his hardness didn’t quench your whines. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to take the plush of him into the palms of your hands. But with the distance of another time zone, this night, you’d resolve with him thinking thoughts of you as he relieved himself.

“Squeeze yourself, Chris. Hard with both hands at first,” your voice quaked and broke with the spasms inside your belly. “Then, go so slow from top to bottom. So slow it almost makes you angry.”

Your hand fisted in his feather pillow beneath your head, hair matted from twisting & writhing with impending orgasm. Chris was silent for a moment. Well, silent from words. His continual mewls desperately crying in your ear, you swore your name was mixed into the soundtrack of his unwinding.

“Pull off your pants, Millie. I want you to spill out onto my sheets so I can lie in your come when I get home and into my bed. I wanna smell your sweetness.”

Your finger attempted to cramp, unable to keep up with the swirling fast circles you spun around your bulb. With jeans pooled around your ankles, your heels dug in to sturdy yourself.

“I’m so- I’m close, Chris. I feel like I’m going to fucking explode.”

“I’m with you, baby. Your voice alone is making me crazy hard. You sound so fucking desperate for me, and I swear, I’m losing it.”

All went black, and the vision behind your sealed lids was like a rippling kaleidoscope of fiery reds, and white-hot clouds of a volcano. The wet release of your orgasmic liquid tickled out of your entrance, sliding down your legs and curving below you off the curve of your rear cheeks.

As if your squeal was his switch, a glutenous, muffled yell scratched from Chris’ chest indicating his own eruption.

You didn’t know what to say when the clouds of orgasm had passed over. The moment felt strange, being your first sexual exchange with him, and suddenly a shyness caught your tongue.

“Mil, you still here?”

“Yes.” Was all you could muster.

“Are you okay? I mean, what’s going on? That was okay, right…?”

“Of course, Chris. It was, phenomenal. Was it for you?”

Sure, the twinges of your southern lips felt phenomenal. But, lets evaluate your heart right now.

“Sweetheart, the mess I’ve got spilled out onto my belly right now speaks for itself.”

Oh, you blushed. Dodger looked up at you from standing at the side of the bed, recognizing the voice of his dad now that he’s tenor was back to its’ normal octave.

“It’s a bit late. Why don’t you sleep there tonight? Dodger would love the company, anyways. You’d have the whole place to yourself.”

The idea didn’t sound completely absurd. And truthfully, after such a raunchy, cheap exchange with him, you liked the intimacy of him wanting you to stay in his home while he was away, no matter what the motive may be.

“Earth to Amelia. Talk to me. Get out of your head, worry wort.” He shook you to reality.

“Just tonight. Only because it’s late, and it seems to be storming out.”

“Dresser by the closet door. Top left drawer.”

“Huh?”

He laughed. “Just get up and go to the drawer, Ameila.”

You pulled your legs loose from your pants, knowing you’d have to clean yourself up before sleeping. You opened the specific drawer to find it stocked with square folded t-shirts. The enclosed space full of cotton immediately smelled of him.

“You’ll need something to sleep in, I’m assuming. So, take your pick. And help yourself to my shower. There’s some weird minty shit that my sister left the last time she stayed over, you can use it so you don’t have to use my soap.”

Your chest wanted to heave out a giddy, girly squeak. It appeared from his thought-out suggestions, that he had pre-planned you sleeping over when asking you to check in on his pup.

“Hotel Evans, huh? You better hope you don’t have any Brigham’s in your freezer…” It was the ice cream you’d both grown up on being Bostonians, and Chris could eat it by the gallon.

“Help yourself to whatever, buddy! What’s mine is yours, of course.”

Gulp.

Buddy….?

You felt that sick, putrid, sour taste of cheap slithering up your throat again. He smacked you, unintentionally, with a punitive dose of reality. You were only his friend. He couldn’t do anything more right now. No chances of a term other than buddy being exchanged between the likes of whatever this was. And suddenly, the welcomed invitation to his bed no longer appealed.

“Thanks… buddy. Steer me in the direction of your guest room, and I’ll let you get to sleep yourself.”

“Don’t start with that shit, Mil. Sleep in my bed. You’ll definitely be more comfortable there. And Dodger keep a close eye on you, too. No arguments!” He scoffed.

More comfortable? Oh, but you wouldn’t be. The stanch fragrance of his cologne would suffocate you all night, you just knew it. Yet, there was still no other place you’d rather be than tucked into the indention on his side of the bed.

“Fine, fine. Have it your way! Good night, Evans. Get your beauty rest. Your ugly mug needs it.”

“Night, Mils. Make sure you activate the alarm before you go to sleep. I’ll call you bright and early to check in.”

You’d turned your back, and Dodge was already nestling and settling into the spot on the mattress next to where you’re sure Chris slept, his stuffed lion close by.

“Oh! And Millie?”

“Yep?”

“Dream of me. After the noises I heard from your pretty mouth tonight, I know I won’t be able to think of anything else.”

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Found - Derek Hale (Lost Part 2)

Author: sterekloveaffairs

Characters: Reader x Derek (platonic)

Warnings: angst, trigger warning!!!Suicidal thoughts!!!!, violence, lots of emotions, mentions of blood

Word Count: 2127

Read Part 1 Lost here

The days went on and on. I felt myself slip away, piece by miserable piece. I stopped talking to people. First it was the people in school. I didn’t answer teachers when they asked me a question. I ignored classmates when they tried to make conversation. Then it was Scott and his pack. Mostly because I avoided running into them. And then I stopped talking to Isaac. He was hurt, I could see that, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t even handle my own pain. And he had made his choice. He seemed happy with his new pack. Good for him. Eventually, I stopped speaking with my parents too. I didn’t come down to watch tv with them. I didn’t come down for breakfast or dinner. And after a few weeks, I didn’t leave my room at all. I curled up under the blankets in my bed, not looking at my mom when she tried to coax me out, not looking at my dad when he tried a sterner approach. And I didn’t say a word. Not even to the therapist they probably paid a lot of money for a house visit. She seemed nice enough, but she didn’t know. There was so much pain, I couldn’t deal with it. I hated every second I was awake, and I dreaded falling asleep, fearing Derek would haunt my dreams again. I had horrible thoughts. I thought I would never be happy again. I thought how Derek left without a second thought. He obviously didn’t need me. He didn’t miss me. And if even my own alpha didn’t miss me, who would? Sure, my parents would be sad, but they would get over it. It’s not like they wouldn’t have seen it coming…

I stared out the window, the crescent moon barely shedding any light in my room. It was a quiet night. My parents were not at home, they were at one of my dad’s work dinners. My mother had begged me before she left. She would stay with me all night, all I had to do was ask. And she wouldn’t be angry about the school I missed, we’d find a way to fix all that. If I would only talk to her, just once. She had given up after a few minutes, and somehow I knew she wouldn’t try again. Or maybe she would, because she’s my mom.

The silence was broken by the tiniest tap on the window. A quiet little tick, and then another. I frowned, but my instincts kicked in. What if someone was checking the house to break in? Sure, I couldn’t care less about me, but no one was robbing my parents on my watch. I sneaked out of bed, the first time in days except the occasional bathroom breaks. I tiptoed to the window and glanced down, the anger flaring up in my heart when I saw Scott standing there. He had to learn how to give things a rest. I didn’t say anything, just raised my eyebrows.

“Can you please come down? We need to talk to you.” He said, voice a bit muffled through the closed window, but perfectly understandable for my ears. We? Right, that Stilinski kid is attached to his butt, he was probably around too. I still didn’t speak, I just turned around and crawled back into bed. Whatever he had to say, I didn’t care. Outside, I could hear him talk to Stilinski, but I couldn’t care enough to make a decent effort to hear what they were saying. I closed my eyes, tired and restless at the same time. I was just so sick of it all.

My eyes opened wide when I heard the sound of the back door opening. How did they have the nerve to- I didn’t have time to think, Scott was already barging into my room. I sat up in the bed.

“Get out.” My voice was hoarse, and my throat itched when I spoke again after all this time. Scott lifted his hands defensively, and I was more than confused. So he knocks on my window, then breaks into my house, but then doesn’t want to upset me?

“Please, just listen to me for-“

“No! Get out before I kill you!” I got up from my bed, stalking towards Scott.

“Scotty, she’s not listening, just drag her little werewolf ass out of here and show her.” After Scott, Stilinski would be next. I snarled at them, feeling the wolf inside me howl and snarl. The anger changed to panic when Scott followed his friend’s advice. I tried to fight him off, but the lack of food and exercise was taking its toll on me, on top of the fact that Scott was still an alpha. I didn’t know what they wanted to show me, what was so important for me to know. I didn’t want to know. As soon as Scott had dragged me to the jeep, I curled up in the back and covered my eyes and ears. I didn’t block the sound completely, but Scott gave up and didn’t try to talk to me anymore after he had tried for a couple of minutes. When I peeked through my fingers, he had turned his back to me, staring out the window. Fine. Whatever.

The blood in my veins turned to ice when I recognised the surroundings. I knew this road. It was going straight to the old train depot. Maybe we weren’t going there. Maybe they were taking a shortcut to someplace else. But the jeep pulled to a stop exactly there, and I jumped up.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” I shouted, “You are sick in the head, Scott!” I tried to scramble out of the car, pushing Stilinski on the horn and earning an offended curse, but I didn’t care. I had to get away from there, had to get away from the smell, the sounds, the memories that were made there.

“Will you just- Jesus Christ, Y/N!” Scott grabbed me by the waist again and dragged me into the building, avoiding my claws and fangs that I didn’t even realise had appeared. A familiar scent hit my nose and I nearly started crying when images of my old pack filled my head. Isaac was there, I could hear his heart beat. He tried to talk to me, calm me down, but I kept fighting, screaming, cursing. Until I heard him.

“Y/N.” I froze, my chest heaving and my eyes searching for him. A large figure was standing in the middle of the depot, leather jacket on his shoulder, brooding eyes underneath his all too familiar frown, black hair moving in the breeze that always seemed to be there. And the scent. It wasn’t just a ghost of the past. It was really there.

It was him. It was truly him.

Derek.

I stopped fighting, but I pushed Scott away from me as soon as he loosened his grip. Scott let go of me, Isaac tried to come closer to me, but a growl rumbled in my chest and his feet stopped. I was just staring at Derek. My former alpha. The one that had made me what I am. The one that had taught me how to live like one of them. The one who had ruthlessly abandoned me with no hesitation.

I snapped.

All the anger, all the loneliness, all the hurt bundled up in my stomach, and all I could see was Derek, standing there as if nothing had happened, as if he had never left. As if he had never broken me. I ran for him, claws and fangs out, and I let it all out. I hit him where I would, clawed him where I could reach. The snarls escaping through my clenched jaw where nowhere near human, the pain fuelling me to hurt him as much as he had hurt me.

And he let me.

Derek stood there, allowing me to break his skin, allowing me to bruise his flesh, allowing me to punish him. It seemed to last forever, but I knew it had only been a few minutes when I felt my energy burn low. I was out of breath, shaking on my legs and crying.

“How could you!” I sobbed, “how could you do this to me?!” He didn’t say anything, he just put his hands on my back when I clenched mine in his jacket. His eyes showed nothing but guilt.

“I needed you, Derek. I needed you so much and you weren’t there. You were supposed to be there!” I rested my head against his chest, and he curled his arms tighter around me. I inhaled his scent, sobbing and crying and wheezing hysterically. And then I dawned on me. Derek was back. Derek came back. He was here, I was holding him, I could feel his heartbeat under my cheek and his breath on my hair. He was here, with me again. If I could, I would have crawled under his skin, curling up like the wounded pup that I had been for weeks. When I heard him sniffle, I knew he was crying too. Had he been hurt too? Had he missed me too? I looked up at him, my cheek still pressed against his chest.

“I thought you had forgotten about me,” I said softly, “or worse, that you didn’t care anymore.” Derek’s eyes were watery, and a wave of relief washed over me. He had missed me. He did care. And that’s why he came back.

“Scott called me,” he then said, and hearing his voice made my heart lose all the heaviness that had gathered there since Derek left, “If I had known it would be so hard for you…” I knew. I hadn’t known until he was standing on front of me again. Of course Derek never hurt me on purpose. Of course he cared about me. I put my hand up to his cheek, my fingers softly wiping at a stream of blood. His wounds had healed already.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered. Derek kept stroking my back, softly cradling me.

“Don’t be. I deserved it.”

“Derek? Please don’t leave again. I don’t think I can-“ A desperate sob left my mouth when I realised what I had been feeling. When I realised how close I had been to making a horrible mistake. How badly hurt I was. If Derek would leave me again…

“Never. I will never leave you again.” He was telling the truth. He would never do it again. But there was something else. Unease as waving off him, mixing with his scent and unsettling me.

“What?”

“I’m not an alpha, Y/N, and I never will be again. You need an alpha.” My lip trembled.

“No! Not without you!” I clutched to his chest, afraid he would disappear, like he had done countless times in my nightmares. I was crying again, tears staining his shirt. But he didn’t let go. He didn’t push me away. He didn’t disappear.

“Why did you not join Scott’s pack like Isaac? You could have been with them all this time, you didn’t have to be alone.”

“It wasn’t being alone that hurt. It was being without you that I couldn’t deal with.” Derek didn’t say anything anymore. He knew I wasn’t ready to listen. I was barely ready to talk. But he was back. Derek was back.

Derek brought me home that night. He had stayed with me, held me throughout the night and for the first time there were no rude awakening, no nightmares taunting me. When I woke up in the morning and he was still there, I was happier than I had ever been. When I let him out through the window and joined my parents for breakfast, my mother started crying. I apologised for not talking to them and I cried too. My father smiled and hugged me the way only dads can hug their daughters, and he had told me he’d look for a tutor to help me catch up with school. Mom said it would take some time, and a lot of effort, but I would get there. In every possible aspect.

And I did. I caught up with school, spoke to people, left the house again. Mostly thanks to Derek. He was patient and supportive with me, apologised a million times and made even more promises to never let me down again. He convinced me to give Scott a chance, and I really tried. No one can blame me to wait for Derek’s approval before doing what Scott asked. I wasn’t there yet. But I would get there.

Because for the first time in months, I was home.

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 7 years

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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 18

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

In this chapter: Revenge, anger and fear. I don’t want to be scared anymore. But why do I feel so angry?

Word count: 2837

A/N: ahhh sorry for the day late! I was so uncertain about this chapter, lost my motivation for a while but got it back, thanks to my friend and best beta reader @maddie110201 who cheered me up! (I don’t want to sound I don’t know… childish? But I would love to hear your thoughts about this chapter and the story overall, you don’t have too but it would give me more motivation to write the next chapter faster and make me really happy!)(and none of the gifs are mine)

“Are you sure you want to participate?” Scott worried as we headed for the next class once the plan had been perfectly organized and after the nurse examined me again. I was going to take a subscription to the infirmary if it went on, or people were going to think I was beaten.

“Absolutely sure. I can’t continue to be afraid. I don’t want to be afraid.” I confessed to him, my eyes sincere. "I don’t want to stay behind and whine. I may not have claws or fangs or superhuman strength, but I can surprise you. ”

Scott looked at me, intrigued and finally nodded. I knew he didn’t like me to be involved in the plan, but he wanted to give me a chance. And I promised to watch out and run as soon as something bad happens. I also had a plan on the defense level, someone well trained and human who could teach me when a break would arise in my busy life.

As we entered the classroom, Scott received a text message and smiled, showing me the picture on his cell phone, making me smile as well.

Everything was ready.

Deep inside me, I knew I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have encouraged this revenge, let alone participate in it, I should have concentrated on my mission and on the next victims, or at least on my classes. But definitely not on the best way to put alphas angry and putting my life in danger in all unimaginable ways. Being in danger of everything including myself.

But I only understood after.

Scott was sitting to the left of the twins as I went to their right, encircling them. The two brothers looked at us, surely very surprised to see a smile on our lips especially after everything they had done to us.

The class began and Jennifer started speaking. Ah, if only they knew the darach they were looking for was right in front of them, they wouldn’t be so proud.

“Okay, everyone. I know this is the last class of the day. To be honest, I want to get out of here too.”

“Looks kind of important.” Scott mumbled with a smile as he showed a piece of the twins’ motorcycle and I knew without seeing them they had wide eyes. I took advantage of it and continued.

“I have no idea what that thing does though,” I mumbled as I pulled out a piece of my bag, putting my wounded arm high up to show them it was our revenge.

Then a motorcycle sound echoed in the corridors outside. Aiden, the twin closest to me, frowned surely very angry. He stood up instantly to run out of class, under Jennifer’s confused look and his brother attempt to stop him. Scott and I exchanged a satisfied look, although I could detect anxiety in his eyes. Yes, he had agreed for me to join them, but if anything happened to me, he wouldn’t forgive himself. And I wouldn’t be able to participate in future plans.

When Jennifer came out of the class, intrigued by the sound of the vehicle, I knew the plan had worked. Scott and I followed her as the rest of the class and even the other classes of the corridor came out to watch what was going on. And everyone was able to admire Aiden with his motorcycle in the corridor, Isaac retreating among us as if nothing had happened. Allison finally joined us and Jennifer spoke as she moved forward, surely angry.

“You got to be kidding me. You realize this is gonna result in a suspension.”

I couldn’t help but turn back to Scott and Allison, a satisfied smile on my face, and then crossed Isaac’s gaze, very proud of our blow. Aiden stared at us and Ethan didn’t take long to do the same. I felt powerful and invincible, the feeling of victory and vengeance was magnificent and satisfying. I knew it was wrong, but I loved it.

“You become more and more a monster.”

My smile fell as I looked around, fear in the stomach. The voice, it was the voice. I hadn’t heard it since I’d gotten rid of my phone and had almost forgotten about it. A shiver of horror ran through my spine. It was there, with me, in my head and all around me.

“You become more and more like me.”

“Are you okay?” Scott asked, seeing me look everywhere and surely feeling my fear paralyzing my legs. No, not the voice, not this monster … I hadn’t spoken, I hadn’t even changed the events!

"I’m fine …” I lied as I avoided Scott’s look to place it everywhere but on him. “I’m fine. ”

“You’re too late.” The voice laughed in my skull. Again and again, giving me an invisible migraine. I stepped back under the worried looks of Scott, Allison and even Isaac who kept asking me what I had. And I kept telling them I was fine. I wasn’t sleeping and I hadn’t changed the future, how could the voice talk to me like that?

"Because you wanted revenge, you didn’t even think about changing the future.”

What did that mean? What future? The day ended, no one else was dead, there was nothing that …

I stopped stepping back, eyes full of water. Scott stood in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders to talk to me, but I couldn’t hear him. My ears were burning, buzzing with the music of sacrifices. That damn music I hated so much meaning someone had been taken away.

“No …” I mumbled to myself and started running without knowing where I was going. I knew that my feet would take me to the right place, even if I didn’t know the school in its entirety. Behind I could hear Scott following me and many students stared at me. No, I couldn’t have let myself sink so much into revenge that I forgot…

The doors opened slowly. The great music hall then faced me, empty of all but one person.

Lydia looked up when she saw me. She had the same expression as me, totally frightened at what she was doing. She was in front of the piano and I knew very well that the professor’s phone had recorded his murder.

“How …” She began. “Can you also hear it?”

I didn’t reply and backed away, totally demolished. I kept backing without worrying that Scott and anyone else was behind me.

“Y / N …? ”

“It’s too late …” I mumbled, turning to Scott to see that Isaac had followed him, but not Allison. “He was taken away.”

“I’m calling Stiles,” Lydia added while grabbing her cell phone.

“Who was taken?” Isaac asked.

“The music teacher,” I answered as I walked towards the desk near the piano, eyes unexpressed, still shocked. I opened two drawers before finding what I was looking for and handed the photograph to Lydia who was on the phone. “Give it to Stiles and he’ll understand,” I said, still feeling the world turning under my feet. If the music teacher had been abducted, I knew who was next. And even if I didn’t really like him, even if I had told myself that I wasn’t going to save him, I couldn’t stay without doing anything. So I walked out of the classroom without saying a word with an expressionless face and shudders of apprehension running through my body.

“Y / N!” Scott called, following me close. "Where are you going?”

“I know who’s next,” I mumbled, knowing full well the voice was watching for each of my words in expectation and pleasure to make me suffer. So I didn’t mention the name of the next victim. With luck, Scott was going to understand by himself. “He’s in the classroom … oh for God sake! ”

I stopped in the middle of the corridor, which was fortunately empty. Yet the classes weren’t yet finished. Where were all the students in this school? No, but seriously? No one ever sees the supernatural beings that are constantly fighting in the corridors? Or the two twins who were blocking our way with a ferocious expression of vengeance?

I didn’t have time, we didn’t have time to take care of two frustrated werewolves. Although I was ahead of the episode because Mr. Harris wasn’t going to be taken until Stiles and Deaton would arrive, I couldn’t afford it. I was already too late.

And before us the twins pulled out their sweaters and … began to merge. It was so unrealistic, disgusting and horribly frightening that I remained paralyzed, wide-eyed. It had to be seen to believe it, on television it was nothing, but in truth it was totally horrible.

“Y / N … run.” Scott mumbled as Isaac rolled up his sleeves.

"We can take them. ”

“Are you kidding?” Scott answered by turning and forcing me to run in the opposite direction. But we didn’t go far as the fused wolf grabbed Isaac and Scott by the neck and hit them one against the other to throw them on the ground. I took the opportunity to hide behind the wall at the end of the corridor, not far from where Scott and Isaac were, these two begging me to leave with their gaze, especially Scott. But I couldn’t leave knowing they could be hurt or worse, killed.

Then a barely audible sound echoed through the empty corridor. The sound of a cane looking for obstacles.

Deucalion had arrived. And all I could do was look, hidden and frightened. I saw the two twins parting and being punished for their childish comportment. Then, without saying anything and hiding the dagger that his cane was sheltering at its end, Deucalion began to advance with the twins… toward me. All my senses were on alert and I exchanged a scared look with Scott. He was going to see me.

But Deucalion passed in front of me without looking. The twins gave me a look that didn’t reassure me and as I thought I was safe, the voice of the demon wolf echoed in the corridor. I didn’t turn to look at him and I only listened with horror.

"We’ll meet again, Y / N …”

A new shudder of fear ran through my back as I got up to run to Scott and Isaac, adrenaline stronger than fear, making me move forward. A mixture of emotions sheltered me, fear and anger in priority.

“No time to discuss, we have to go before it’s too late.” I said to them, still frightened at what I had just seen. Deucalion knew my name, it wasn’t good.

By the time I went to class, I knew it was too late. If the twins hadn’t attacked us, I could have arrived in time. On the other hand, I didn’t expect to arrive at that time.

My hand landed on the door handle of the classroom where Mr. Harris should be correcting his copies, but the door didn’t want to open. Something was blocking it. But when I looked up to look in the small window it was to see a dark silhouette near the chemistry professor. The back of a silhouette I could recognize between thousands taking Mr. Harris by force to abduct him. And all I could do was knock on the door screaming as hard as I could and a few seconds after the door shattered under Scott’s kick. I rushed into the classroom only to see the darach’s silhouette escape through the window and the rain began to drum on the pane.

"What was that?” Scott asked but I couldn’t answer. I knocked on the desk, closing my eyes, very angry. I just wanted to hit someone. No, kill someone.

"That’s it. Let go of your anger. Let it consume you and become like me. ”

I only groaned more when I heard it. The voice taunted me and amplified my anger. I seriously wanted to strangle someone. My breathing accelerated and stuck in my throat. My fist clenched so hard it hurt, but I didn’t worry about the pain. Before my eyes, the last warrior victim had just been taken away.

And I wasn’t the only one to have seen the darach. Scott and Isaac also saw it. Something that wasn’t happening in the show.

“Is this the thing that takes away people?” Isaac asked but I didn’t turn to him. My anger was still bubbling in me and before I said anything or made a gesture that I might regret, I preferred to stay silent. I bit my lip to the blood, telling myself to calm down, but nothing worked. If I had been a werewolf, I would have exploded and attack everything that was moving. Note to myself: never become a werewolf.

“Y / N?” Scott asked as he approached, but it wasn’t the time. I still couldn’t calm down. My hands tightened the desk and I bit my lip even more, feeling the metallic taste of blood flowing into my mouth.

"What are you doing here?” A familiar but still unknown voice came behind us and I turned to see Deaton, followed by Lydia and Stiles.

I don’t know what happened, but when I saw Stiles, my whole body relaxed. I forgot the voice and the darach just long enough for my heartbeat to calm down. His intrigued eyes landed on me and I saw immediately that he understood. He moved towards me and my legs became weak.

"You tried,” he said, taking me in his arms. He didn’t need to ask what happened. He didn’t need to tell me anything more, his simple gesture finished calming me down and I huddled up against his chest, putting my face against his neck to smell his soothing scent, my breathing now normal. I appreciated not having to explain myself, to be understood immediately and above all to be believed.

“Can someone explain to me what just happened?” Isaac asked again, rolling his eyes as he saw me in Stiles’ arms. My cheeks immediately tinged with red. In front of everyone, Stiles had taken me in his arms.

I had to repeat it several times in my head to believe it.

“Mr. Harris was the last warrior victim of the three,” Stiles began. “When I arrived, Lydia gave me the picture and I immediately understood, she made the connection with Harris and we arrived. Too late, like you.” He finished by letting go of me gently. However he left his hand on my arm. I snorted a little while raising my head towards him and my heart missed a beat.

Damn I really loved him.

"Not too late,” Isaac added.

“What?” Deaton stepped forward. "You saw it?”

“Only its back and very fast, but Y / N seems to have been luckier than us.” Scott joined the conversation.

"Then he really was taken …” Lydia mumbled, shuddering. “But by whom or what?”

“Y / N?” Stiles called. I hadn’t looked away. I knew what he wanted without needing to say it and walked around the desk, leaving the warmth that his hand on my arm brought to look at the corrected exam copies that were scattered on the desk. I didn’t have to talk, only to place the copies in the right order. It wasn’t a revelation and I hoped the pain wouldn’t return. However, when my fingers touched the sheets, an unpleasant shudder made me pull my hand away. I wasn’t going to be able to do it, the voice, this thing that almost made me crazy with anger, spied on me and like a hungry wolf in front of meat, was ready to jump at my throat at any moment.

"You must …” I pointed the sheets mechanically rubbing my hand with my other. Stiles understood and came close to me, followed by Deaton.

“This test is graded R.” Stiles commented and Lydia approached us as Scott and Isaac looked across the desk.

“This one’s an H …” Lydia added and Deaton placed the sheets in the right order.

“Stiles, you remember I told you druid is the Gaelic word for wise oak”?

"Yeah, of course.”

“If a druid went down the wrong path, the wise oak was sometimes said to have become a dark oak. There’s a Gaelic word for that as well. Darach.”

Finally. They knew about the darach. It was a relief. I hadn’t managed to save any of the victims yet, but if nothing ever worked, I had a plan B in reserve. Okay, it was dangerous, probably deadly and potentially crazy, but if I couldn’t save the victims, I would have to tackle the source.

Jennifer Blake.

And what is better than directly attacking the enemy? Put its enemies on his trail as well.

In the next chapter: It’s the week end! And I know what it means, responsibilities I forgot, details I didn’t think about and Scott wanting to talk with Deucalion.

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AU where the reader is the only decent person at Beacon Hills High School (Part 3)

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 4

Liam’s POV

After what happened last night, when Brett and his sister were killed and where people saw me shift, I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to go to school. This new creature was running around making everyone feel terrified. First, it started with Nolan, who stabbed Corey with a pen in the library. All the students in there saw Corey’s hand bleeding one second and then totally fine the next. They knew something was up. Which was why, after my slip up last night, I knew it was better for me to stay home.

‘ I don’t think I should go to school, or outside, or anywhere ever again!’ I exclaimed, pulling my duvet over my head once more.

‘ I want you to go to school’ said Scott as he dragged me out of bed, ‘and be Liam Dunbar, just like how Superman has to be Clark Kent.’

And so, with just a little more persuasion, I built up the courage to walk through the school doors. As I did so, for a second, everything seemed normal. People were talking, others laughing, some were at their lockers, but then they noticed me and the atmosphere changed completely. Whoever I passed in the hall would turn and look at me, others would look away trying to avoid eye contact.

He’s one of them.

What’s he doing here?

What are they thinking, letting him come to school?

My werewolf hearing picked up on the whispers of my peers.

‘They know everything. Two sophomores were there last night.’ Corey spoke and my heart dropped.

‘I have to get out of here! ’ I proclaimed.

‘No! If you leave, the rumours never stop.’ Mason declared.

And so I stayed.

All I had to do was get through the day without shifting.

I managed to make it through most of my classes. However, science rolled around and as Mason and I walked in the room once again fell silent. Pushing past the stares and whispers, I made my way over to sit next to my assigned partner. She was a nice girl and we had gotten along just fine throughout the school year so far. Yet, as soon as I took my place, she got up and rushed over to another table.

Not long after, Corey arrived with the news that the guys on my Lacrosse team were hell bent on making me shift in front of everybody and were going to be blocking off all the exits.

Now I was left with no partner and a handful of douchebags to worry about. All of that sucked enough on its own, but then our teacher decided to further torture me. She had to threaten to fail the whole class until, finally, someone got up and came over to pair up with me.

The girl, who I knew to be Y/N, gave me a small smile as she sat which took me by surprise. I hadn’t really received any smiles in the last few days. It felt good. Unlike everyone else, she didn’t look at me as if I was some kind of monster and I greatly appreciated it.

Thereafter came the end of class, which meant I had to find a way to get out of school without Nolan or those other guys catching me. The last thing I needed right now was for more people to see me shift. Sadly, the plan Mason and Corey worked out failed and soon enough I found myself being tossed into an empty classroom where two guys began repeatedly punching and kicking me.

‘ C’mon Liam, you know you can take us’ Nolan spat at me, ‘ All you have to do is change.’

I just lie there and let them continuously hurt me because I felt it was what I deserved. Brett and Lori died and I blamed myself. This was my punishment.

The sun, the moon, the truth.

Another punch to the face and I started to taste blood.

‘Do something!’ I heard Mason practically beg our science teacher but she did nothing.

I felt someone grab me by my hair and then knee me in my throat. It was getting harder and harder to breathe between the blows and the blood trickling down my throat. I waited for the next punch but it never came.

‘Stop! Stop it!’ someone, a girl, yelled.

The voice sounded familiar. It was the girl from earlier. The one who partnered with me in science class; Y/N. She dragged the guy to the floor and then jumped in front of me. I didn’t understand why she was being so nice. This girl was not like the rest of Beacon Hills. She truly was the only decent person at this school.

‘WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?’ she screamed just as the coach arrived.

Next thing I know, Mason and Corey are hauling me up and out of class. I turn my head to look at Y/N. To thank her for what she did. But, as I do, our eyes meet and hers widen. I felt my eyes weren't their usual colour. They were yellow. And she noticed.

A/N: Just like promised, here’s Liam’s POV! I originally planned on fitting everything into one but I realized that would make this chapter ridiculously long. Which means Part 4 will still be in his POV! As per usual, let me know your thoughts and if you want to be tagged. Xx

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elliearchive · 5 years

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FIX A HEART ➝ GRANBIN.

TAGGING ➝ Grant McCarthy, Robin St. James.

LOCATION ➝ Grant & Robin’s house.

TIME FRAME ➝ 4/7, late afternoon.

WARNINGS ➝ None.

NOTES ➝ They’re pissed at Scott, but they soon get over it.

GRANT MCCARTHY

The flight had been long, but finally they were home. Caroline had already been dropped off at Jessica’s house, and he didn’t stay long to chat with her. A chat with Jessica was the last thing he wanted when he was still reeling from the wonderful trip he’d had. He knew that their bliss wouldn’t last long. He was going to have to explain to Robin about what Scott had done and he knew she wouldn’t like it. She wasn’t going to be happy about it. He wasn’t happy about it, but he couldn’t decide what to do next without talking to her. He placed their bags on the floor by the door, lamenting that he would take them upstairs later. Unpacking was always the worst part about coming back from a wonderful trip. He was still ecstatic that the love of his life had agreed to be his wife that he didn’t even want to think about the news he was about to show her. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled out, pausing to run his fingers through his hair. “I know you’re super tired. I am too, but I have to show you something, okay?” He said, his voice dropping a little. He made his way to their kitchen, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. He swiped through his texts with Paige, deciding to find the story that way, even though he was certain he could have just googled either one of their names and it would have come up. He also ignored a few texts from his parents begging “Junior” to call them as soon as possible. That wasn’t happening. He finally found the story and slid his phone across the counter over to her, frowning as he did it. “I’m sorry. Apparently, Scott sold the story to a tabloid. Everyone ‘s been calling me a homewrecker for the past few days.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

In Robin’s opinion, their last minute Rome vacation could not have gone any more perfectly. It had been like a dream, right from start to finish, but to say she was exhausted once they’d landed back in Chicago was an understatement. And then they’d had to take Caroline back home and go pick up the dog and cat from her sister’s house, so she couldn’t just crash in bed with her fiancé like she really wanted to. That was the plan once they’d walked through the door, though. Feed the animals, get them settled, then go to bed; Robin didn’t care that it was still early evening. Since Grant had their bags, Robin had the cat carrier in one hand, as well as Clover attached to his leash in the other. She immediately unhooked the dog and let him run freely into the house, then set the carrier down on the kitchen counter, preparing to let her out. “Did you miss us? We missed you guys so much!” She cooed, opening up the carrier door and reaching in to carefully lift Calla out. “Did you have fun with aunt Regan and aunt Addie?” Robin was of course a little preoccupied with their pets, but looked up when Grant begun to talk to her. “Okay, sure. What’s up?” She questioned, looking down at his phone on the counter as he slid it towards her. Her face fell as she read over the first part of the story on his screen, listening to Grant’s explanation. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she mumbled, letting out a small sigh. She leaned down to set the kitten on the floor, then picked up Grant’s phone, reading over the rest of the story. “He’s been fucking someone else for a year now, but I’m the cheater?” She grumbled, shaking her head. Her tone was defeated as she looked at her fiancé, sliding her phone back over to him. “What the fuck do we do about this?” She was too tired to even sound angry.

GRANT MCCARTHY

Under different circumstances Grant would have just walked right into their house and just collapsed. That was all he really wanted to do anyway, but he couldn’t with this Scott nonsense looming over the two of them. If he thought he was over Robin’s ex-husband before, it was on a different level now. The asshole had really outdone himself this time. Grant didn’t understand it. It didn’t make sense that he was trying to hold onto his marriage to Robin. He hadn’t paid a lot of attention to her when they were married and it was clear that Robin had completely moved on. It didn’t make sense that Scott wanted to keep her locked into something she didn’t want to be in anymore. As much as he wanted to turn his attention to the pets he’d missed so much over the week, he couldn’t bring himself to have any fun just yet. “I’m sorry, Robin,” he apologized again. This wasn’t anything she was used to yet. He had spent enough time in the public eye to not let the actual stories bother him all that much. There had been lies spread about him in the media before. And he’d watched it happen to his sisters as well. It was just business as usual now. “I talked to my publicist and we have a few options,” he sighed out, his voice cracking from exhaustion as he spoke. Not only was Scott a thorn in his side for selling stories to the media, but now his antics were getting in the way of Grant getting the rest he needed after a long trip. “We can offer him money. Pay him to retract his story and divorce you. Or we can release our own statement. Tell the world what a shitty husband Scott is,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’ll do whatever you want to do, babe.” He brought his hands up and covered his face as he exhaled heavily. “I can go over and punch him again. That wasn’t my publicist’s idea. I just want to do that.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

This was the last thing they needed after the perfect week away together. Ignoring the fact that they were both exhausted and likely jet lagged, it was honestly just really, really annoying, and such a sour end to what had otherwise been amazing. Even telling Grant about what’d happened between she and her sister had turned out to be a positive thing; he knew everything about her now. But now Scott had had to go ahead and ruin it, and along with her exhaustion, that just made Robin angry. And sad. And every other negative emotion. She and Grant hadn’t done anything wrong. They’d fallen in love, just like Scott had with Charlie, yet he was punishing them. “Don’t apologize, babe,” she sighed, shaking her head. This wasn’t Grant’s fault. Robin knew that being with someone in the spotlight was going to bring its public drama, she just hadn’t figured it would be her ex husband causing it. Grant was worth it, of course. He was worth anything. But it still sucked. Robin’s brows knitted together as she listened to their options. “You think we’re going to offer him money?” She shook her head. “No. It isn’t about that. He has money, he doesn’t need it. Plus the thing’s already out there now. This is a magazine,” she motioned to the phone, referring to the website, “I figure that means it’s literally printed by now. There’s no point in having him take it back.” Robin thought for a moment. “We’ll do our own statement, but we’re not gonna rise to his bullshit. We can mention Scott and Charlie, but our statement is gonna be about us, how we didn’t do anything wrong, how Scott and I were over already, and how in love we are.” She paused, glancing down at her stomach. “And you know what? ‘This comes only weeks after the pair were spotted celebrating outside of a maternity unit’,” she quoted the story, “Fuck it, they’re talking about our baby already, we’ll confirm that. We’re not a joke, we’re the real deal, and he is not going to make us out to be anything but.”She paused again, her tone clearly irritated, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Call him and put him on speaker,” she instructed, listing off Scott’s number so Grant could do as instructed from his phone. “Or we can just go over there and you can beat the shit out of him, I really don’t care at this point.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

There was never really a time when Grant wanted to talk about Scott, or even think about Scott. It was becoming more and more rare that the guy ever crossed his mind. He was in love with Robin and the guy was a thing of her past. A man she used to be married to that she was no longer in love with. Grant had come to terms with it. He just wished that Scott would. Grant knew that this was not his fault, but he couldn’t help but feel bad. It was sort of his fault. If Robin was marrying into a different family, or even if she was marrying a different man then Scott wouldn’t have had a story to sell. His life in the public eye made all of this possible. He didn’t have time to discuss with her the technicalities of someone retracting a public statement because he didn’t really care what they chose to do. It was all one hundred percent her decision. He was just going to fall along with whatever her plan was. He listened as she read more of the story, his eyes rolling as he clenched his fist. The last thing he wanted was Robin’s pregnancy being public knowledge. And it explained the dodged calls he had from his parents. He looked up at Robin with a slightly surprised look on his face. He tried not to let his amusement show because it really wasn’t a laughing matter, but it was kind of cute to see her so worked up and protective over their family. He was usually the one with the clenched fist ready to go murder someone, so it was slightly funny to see the shoe on the other foot. Grant reached over and picked his phone up off the counter, following her as quickly as his fingers could with typing in Scott’s number. ‘If I hit him then he’ll just sell that story too,” Grant replied with a shrug as he pressed the call button. He leaned back against the counter as it rang, knowing he was going to let Robin do most of the talking.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Robin’s head was in the clouds most of the time, she definitely came across as one of those people that just let everything pass over her and didn’t rise to anything, but that wasn’t the truth. She did have a pretty bad temper when something really pissed her off, and this had. Even if she hadn’t been exhausted, she would’ve still been annoyed, though she was sure her sleep deprivation was adding to it. It didn’t really surprise her that Grant had no comments to make, considering he generally just let her do whatever she wanted to do, so she was sure that if they said they were doing all of that, then they’d be doing it without Grant protesting. Whether he was just an easy going guy in general or didn’t know how to say no to her, she didn’t know. Dropping her hand from her face, Robin caught Grant’s expression, and at first found herself entirely confused. There was nothing amusing about any of this, but the look on his face would say otherwise. She realized quickly that it was her he was amused by, not the situation, and found herself rolling her eyes. “Stop it, this isn’t funny,” she whined, though she moved closer to him, resting her forehead against his arm. “You can think I’m adorable later. Right now I’m pissed.” He was right, no good could come of him hitting Scott, and Robin really wouldn’t have let it happen anyway, she was just angry. This way was better, so Robin slipped between Grant and the counter, her back to his front and rested against him as she listened to the phone ringing through the speaker. Scott sounded confused as he answered. “What the fuck are you doing?” Robin immediately said, glaring down at the phone. “Robin? Did you get a new number?” She rolled her eyes. “You know that we’re over, Scott. You didn’t give a shit about me before, why are you trying to make this into a big thing now?” There was silence at the other end of the phone, so Robin looked back at her fiancé to back her up.

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant was used to being the more temperamental person in the relationship. He had unbuttoned the sleeves on his shirt the second he thought Charlie and Scott were being rude to her the first time he had ever gone to her former house. And he was always going to be that guy for her. The guy that would roll up his sleeves and knock someone out for her if that’s what needed to be done. So, it was funny to see Robin being the one who was clearly pissed and ready to fight. He didn’t mean to make it so obvious that he thought it was funny, but clearly by the way Robin whined at him, she had caught the look of amusement on his face. “Sorry,” he mumbled out, not really feeling all that sorry about it. She was cute. He didn’t know how to not notice that. He was always going to think she was cute, even when it wasn’t entirely appropriate. As much as he enjoyed her standing close to him and resting against him, he just wished they weren’t calling her ex-husband at the moment. And hearing Scott’s voice caused him to immediately roll his eyes. As easy as it was for him to say he wasn’t jealous of the guy anymore, he could still openly admit that he didn’t want to ever really talk to him again. He listened at Robin started talking, and started down at her with a roll of his eyes when she looked up at him. Of course, Scott didn’t have anything to say now that Robin was confronting him. Grant didn’t really want to talk to him, but he knew that he had to. “Scott,” he groaned out, gritting his teeth. “I think you’re scum. You had a beautiful wife and you ignored her, and treated her like garbage. And now you’re trying to destroy any ounce of happiness this woman has because it didn’t come from you. You’re worthless. You never deserved her. And I hope you die a little inside every time you realize what you’ve lost. You’re being pathetic. Your marriage is over.” Grant shrugged his shoulders as he finished, completely over dealing with Scott.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

As annoyed as Robin was, fortunately that didn’t bleed over onto Grant. This wasn’t his fault, and she wasn’t about to start fighting with him after the perfect vacation they’d just spent together. Besides, he would’ve completely redeemed himself when he began to talk to Scott. She hadn’t really known what she wanted him to say, nor had she had any specific expectations, but as usual, Grant said all of the right things. Robin reached behind herself to take ahold of her fiancé’s hands, pulling them around her middle and lacing their fingers as she stared down at the phone. It didn’t matter how tired she was or how annoyed she was, she was obviously going to be all over Grant, that was just how they worked. “Ask them what’s in it for us if we sign the papers,” Robin heard Charlie’s voice from the background, the sound of it only making her more annoyed. “Are you fucking with me right now? There’s nothing in it for anybody, and you’re not signing them as a team. It was our marriage, Scott. I know your boyfriend thought he was apart of it, but he wasn’t. Just sign the papers. Please.” She sighed, her thumbs brushing over Grant’s knuckles. “I know you don’t like it, but we didn’t work, we’re never going to work. And maybe now that’s in part because you’re in love with Charlie, and I’m in love with Grant. You two should just be happy together, and let me be happy with my fiancé.” More silence followed, before Scott spoke through what sounded like gritted teeth. “Fine. I’ll sign. I’m not taking the story back, though.” Robin’s eyes rolled again. “We’re not asking you to. I just don’t want to be married to you anymore.” Scott grumbled a defeated ‘okay’, before Robin hit end on the phone call, letting out a sigh as she turned around in Grant’s arms, her hands resting against his chest. They slid up and over his shoulders until she could wrap her arms around his neck. “I guess that’s that. What do we do now?”

GRANT MCCARTHY

There wasn’t anyone Grant had lower respect for than he did for Scott. The way he had treated Robin during their marriage was nothing less than despicable. If it were up to him, Robin would never have to speak to the guy again. She shouldn’t have to. Not after he had treated her with so much disrespect. He could feel his temper start to calm down a little as she reached for his hand, settling it near one of his current spots to rest his hands, her stomach. It was nice to think about how far they’d come in the last two months. Robin was working on divorcing the man they were currently pissed at and talking to over the phone, and they were expecting a baby together. And they were getting married. As tired as Grant was, he really couldn’t help but smile to himself about their relationship. Then he heard Charlie’s voice in the background and he rolled his eyes once again. Another person Grant wanted to punch in the face. He sighed in relief once Scott agreed to sign the papers. Grant was a little surprised about it, but he wasn’t going to dwell on it for too long. He was just happy that it all seemed like it was finally over. “We can actually start planning our wedding,” Grant replied with a small smile. He dropped his hands to her thighs and lifted her up, setting her down on the counter in front of them. He leaned forward and placed a small kiss against her lips before pulling away slightly. He knew how he felt about it. Her marriage was over. There was nothing he wanted more than that, but he knew that calling Scott had to be emotionally draining for her and finally ending her marriage probably took a lot out of her. “How do you feel?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Evidently, both Robin and Grant each came along with their own baggage. And it wasn’t baggage that mixed well together. If Grant wasn’t in the spotlight, and if Robin didn’t have an apparently jealous ex, they wouldn’t be in this mess. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, nor would it have changed the way Robin felt about her fiancé. She’d never felt more safe or comfortable as she did right here, his arms around her, his hands in her own. She liked to think she was helping him to feel better, too. In spite of the draining conversation they’d just ended, Robin felt herself smiling as Grant spoke. “We can,” she agreed, arms tightening around him as he picked her up to set her on the counter. Scott and his drama was so insignificant in comparison to everything they had to be excited about. She leaned forward to meet Grant’s lips with her own, eyes locking with his as she pulled back. “I feel fine,” she promised. “In fact, no, I feel happy. Lighter even.” Robin laughed softly to herself, shaking her head. “Actually, what I feel most prominently right now is tired. I want you to pick me up and carry me to bed… And I think this might be the first time ever that I’ve said that to you and it’s not meant in a sexual way.” She grinned, tugging him closer to her and wrapping her legs around his waist. “I think the plan right now is we go lay in our bed, make out a little bit, fall asleep together, wake up and have sex,” she winked, “Then sleep the rest of the night. How’s that sound to you?” Robin nudged her nose gently against Grant’s. “Pick me up?”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant knew there were a lot of things that could pull the two of them apart. She was still married. He had a life in the public eye. None of it really mattered to him though. He just wanted to be with her. It didn’t matter how many obstacles would stand in their way. And thankfully, it seemed like the Scott part of it all was all said and done with. Scott had finally agreed to let her go, even though Robin had let go of him months ago. It felt good. To finally be free of him, but Grant knew it might only feel good for him. That’s why he had to ask Robin how she felt. Officially ending her marriage had to give her some sort of feelings. He was relieved to hear that she felt fine. Hearing that she felt anything close to sad would only make him feel terrible. He could understand her feelings of being tired because they’d been looming over him since they arrived back in Chicago. A small chuckle escaped from his lips at her joke as he shook his head. “That sounds absolutely amazing, babe,” he smirked, lifting her up off the counter. He took in a deep breath, smirking as he led the two of them upstairs. It was a little strange to carry her upstairs to their bed and not immediately start thinking about making love to her, but they were both so exhausted. That would have to wait until the morning. He smiled as they made it up to their bedroom, placing her down gently on their bed and climbing in next to her. He sat up and reached his hand behind himself to pull his shirt off, immediately getting himself comfortable for bed. “I love you, Robin,” Grant mumbled out, leaning forward to press another kiss to her lips.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Everything about trying to end her marriage had been emotionally draining, but only because Scott was just making it so unfairly difficult. He hadn’t treated her right when they were together, it was ridiculous that he was trying to act like he wanted her now. Not that it could change anything; Robin wanted Grant and only Grant, that was never going to change. She didn’t even want to think about her ex anymore, she just had to trust that he was going to sign the papers, and look forward to the future with the love of her life. Near future included, like the two of them laying in their bed together. Robin really couldn’t think of anything she wanted more, and held on to him as Grant picked her up. As he walked, she pressed her lips gently to his shoulder, repeatedly placing small kisses there. She wasn’t ready to stop when he’d set her down. Following Grant’s lead, Robin pulled off her dress, dropping it onto the floor. Her bra followed, then Grant’s lips were against her own, with Robin kissing him back. “I love you too, baby,” she mumbled into the kiss, pulling back to look at him. “I had the most amazing week with you. I really don’t know how I got so lucky.” She still wasn’t done kissing him, so once Grant had laid down, Robin turned onto her side, placing her hand on his cheek and guiding his face toward her so she could reconnect their lips.

GRANT MCCARTHY

Holding Robin in his arms was Grant’s favorite thing. It didn’t make a difference whether he was carrying her upstairs or lying next to her in bed. He loved holding her. And he always wanted to be doing it. They were so attached to each other. Grant never thought he would be that boyfriend. The boyfriend who never wanted to let go of his girlfriend’s hand, but he was. And eventually, he was going to be the husband that didn’t want to let go of his wife’s hand. He didn’t think marriage was going to change anything. If anything, it was just going to make the two of them more sickening to the outside world. He hummed against her lips as she kissed him back, sighing as she pulled back to look into his eyes. “It wasn’t luck. It was destiny,” he smirked with a wink. Definitely not something he would usually say. Usually he would say that he was the lucky one and they could go back and forth with that all day. He just knew that they had both ended up where they were supposed to be. With each other. He smirked as she pressed her lips back onto his. His arm dropped to wrap around her, pulling her closer to him. He pulled away and sighed before leaning forward to press another small peck to her lips. He moved his head down and rested it on top of her stomach, laying down so his ear was pressed up against it. “Hi, cupcake,” he mumbled out. He turned his head slightly to press a small kiss against her stomach before he continued speaking. “This is your dad. Grant McCarthy. In case you don’t know my name yet. I cannot wait to meet you. I already love you so much. Goodnight, kid.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

It was easy to forget all about the story Grant had shown her, and the phone call they’d just gotten done with, when the two of them were wrapped up in each other the way they were now. Grant had a way of doing that, of stealing all of Robin’s focus, and she had absolutely no problem with that. She’d much rather be grinning at how adorable her fiancé was than glaring at her phone. “Destiny,” she agreed, nodding her head. “You’re right, I think it was, too.” He always said such adorable things, things she would’ve never expected of him after their first initial meeting, and he never, ever failed to make her smile. Robin did so into the kiss as he pulled her closer, her lips curved upward as they pressed gently against his. She didn’t want to stop, and pouted a little as he pulled away from her, but soon Grant was moving down toward her stomach, and suddenly Robin had no complaints, not when he started talking to their barely-there baby. “Grant McCarthy,” Robin giggled, her fingers brushing through her fiancé’s hair as she looked down at him. Her heart was about ready to burst. “You’re so official. Cupcake loves you too, I can tell. We’re both so lucky to have you. All of us are.” Robin laid back against the pillows, eyes closing as she let out a content sigh. Her fingers were still brushing softly through Grant’s hair. “You can stay down there with Cupcake if you want,” she mumbled, voice already laced with tiredness. “Just make sure you come back up here to me later.” Eyes still closed, Robin lifted her hand to press a kiss to her fingertips, then tapped them gently on Grant’s temple. “Goodnight, my two babies,” she whispered, “I love you both more than you know.”

#robin st. james.#robin x grant.#granbin x twenty three.#mutyler

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