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chippedaxe · 2 years

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Title: Make Things Clear

Warnings: !TW. STEPCEST!, !NSFW!, degrading, pet names/ degrading names, swearing, teasing, etc.. Pairing: dom!George X sub!reader Pronouns: they/them GN ANATOMY Synopsis: Gnf is a bitchy step bro and this is just another one of your guys' fights, only a little more heated. And naked. Word count: 3K Note: In terms of anatomy for the reader, the only 'body parts' that will be mentioned is: nipples/chest (either flat chest or breasts) /hole (either vag hole or ass hole)/ wetness (either ass lubricant, idk the name, or vaginal lubricant)

- I kinda hate this but whatever T-T I wanted to actually write this with way more words but there was already a lot more words there than I normally write. I normally write around 1K-1.5K but this one is 3K

If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn’t stepcest content and you’re able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the ‘tw stepcest’ or ‘stepcest cw’ tag <3

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You stepped through the doorway, bumping into it gently as you were trying to collect your surroundings. You were still half asleep and very very tired, you didn't even know why you woke up in the first place until you were tumbling onto the fall face first.

"Ew, watch where you're going idiot" George spat at you. There's your reason for being awake, this snobby little man had woken you up with his loud obnoxious video calls! It was hard not to get up when his high pitched screechy voice was bouncing off the walls and ringing through your head, it fucking sucked having a stepbrother!

It's incredibly cliché to have the 'stepsiblings who hate each other' kind of bond that you two have but its not like you can fucking help it! George is a whole new kind of annoying that is just unbearable to deal with! You'd be a whole lot happier with a whiny baby brother who dribbles everywhere and can't do anything for himself - oh wait, you already do! Except he isn't a baby, he's a full grown man who should be doing actual things instead of tormenting you!

You groaned and rubbed at your nose, pulling yourself up off the floor. Your vision was still all blurry from the sleep in your eyes so you moved your hands to rub at them and hopefully clear your vision. As soon as you could properly see again, your eyes landed on George standing at the kitchen counter making toast. He used the hem of his shirt to wipe at his tired face so you got flashed with the sight of his stomach and chest.

"God damn."

Clearly. You weren't thinking straight.

Because obviously - you wouldn't have said that if you were.

"Ugh, what??" George turned around to face you with a disgusted look on his face. "I mean.. God damn, you're taking a long time making toast- aha." it was awkward how you were trying to explain yourself. However, George bought it, so it didn't matter how pained you were throughout that whole experience.

"Tch. Impatient much? Can't even wait for me to finish making my toast, you gotta always butt in with your neediness!" the way George spoke to you made heat rise to your face. You couldn't always tell if it was out of anger or from being flustered but neither could he which I guess is what ultimately mattered.

"My neediness?" You questioned "YES, your need to constantly obsess over me and annoy me!" George rolled his eyes at you before continuing with his toast "obsess? I never obsess over you! And you're the annoying one!" You complain "How am I the annoying one? I literally like never bother you ever" George scoffed "You're literally always scoffing at me and rolling your eyes in my direction!" You told him "And how does that bother you?" George asked nonchalantly.

"Ugh, you fucking suck! You fucking- cock sucker!" you shout out him before walking off, pausing for a bit when you hear him mumble under his breath "You're the cock sucker." he spoke to himself. "What was that!?" you walked back in immediately and got up in his face "I said that you're the cock sucker, bitch" George snapped back. "NO. You're the one who's sucking on Dream's cock, I hear you talk with him every night. Oh Dream, Come back Dream- Shut the fuck up"

"I do nothing like that with him! And why're you obsessed with cock sucking? You into me or something?" George teased you. You stifled a bit, this wasn't the first time he's said something like that to you. He normally says it to get his own way, knowing you'll give it up in fear or anyone thinking you like your own stepbrother. "Who would be into you? You're a mess!" You crossed your arms "Speak for yourself, I bet you make a mess of yourself every night thinking of me!" George accused you.

"WHAT!?" You audibly gasped, backing up a bit "I do not!" you were thinking about storming off when George did it first. He grabbed his toast and turned to walk away, putting it in his mouth before spitting it out "Gross! you made me burn it!" He shouted "Guess you are what you eat. Crusty, burned out and disgusting" You made fun of him "I'll show you disgusting you-" George turned around to face you.

You decided not to back down and got in his face as well, both of your chests pressing up against the others. "What're you gonna do? Hit me?" You taunted him "I bet you have the strength of a weak kitten" You flicked his nose and laughed in his face, George bit back and shoved you to the floor. You hit the ground "Kids! That's enough, stop fighting!" His father called out to the both of you.

"George, you apologize to your younger sibling now." he spoke up "But Daddy!-" George exclaimed "No but's George, you apologize now" George groaned in annoyance. George sheepishly crossed his arms and lowered his head, eyes never meeting your gaze as he mumbles softly under his breath "I'm sorry" he says quietly. "What was that?" You push him further "I said. I'M SORRY." George repeated again with more anger in his tone.

"Yeah? For what? For shoving me? For annoying me for the past year? For being born? For what?" You grinned at him when he suddenly had enough. He didn't shove you this time, only bumping your shoulder as he walked away. You laughed to yourself victoriously, knowing that your actions would come back to bite at you later on.

Your eyes landed on the mess George made in the kitchen, the burnt toast he spat out now on the floor. You sighed to yourself, once again you would be cleaning up after him. The adult baby. You knew it wouldn't take long but it still annoyed you, bending down to wipe the crumbs off the ground and putting the paper towel in the bin.

You slowly walked to the dining room where your stepfather was, sitting down at the table with him to have a conversation "Uh.. Dad?" you spoke up "Yeah? what's up hun?" he looked up from his book "Has George um.. Always been this way?" You asked "Well he's always shown his love differently, that's right aha" your stepfather laughed to himself slightly. It was sorta awkward but it was bearable.

"There's no way that thing could love anyone!" You commented before then remembering who you're talking to "I mean-" he cut you off "It's fine. It's just normal sibling bonding, I'm sure you'll be able to see the real side of George one day" your stepfather glanced back at his book "Did you know the main character of this story is completely different to the movie? It's super weird but it's kinda cool how they are able to show the different perspectives in that-" and that's when you knew it was your cue to get up in leave.

You tuned out the volume of your stepfathers voice, just letting him ramble to himself about his book as you walked upstairs to your bedroom. On the way you noticed George's door was open, thinking to yourself that you could berate him a bit more for his mess in the kitchen but then deciding against it. Never the less though you still decided to check in on him, knocking on the door before entering.

"God, what do you want?" George didn't even look up from his phone "Nothing. It's just uh- your dad's a dork" you joked light heartedly "I know right? He's a complete nerd for his science fiction books" this was probably the first time you saw George smile around you. Your eyes lit up a bit as you saw it "Your smiles nice, why don't I see it more?" you asked him.

George shrugged, the smile slowly disappearing "I dunno. Maybe it's because I'm normally totally miserable when I'm around you?" he glanced up at you for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to make the relationship between us better? I don't like how we're.. I don't know, so far apart?" You wanted you two to be closer but you weren't sure George wanted the same thing.

"I don't know, you're pretty annoying so maybe you can just stay away" George put his phone down now "Well how can I stop being annoying?" you ask "I don't know! It's nothing specific! It's just- everything about you ticks me off! Your smell, your hair, your voice, your stupid face!" George yelled at you. That's when your brain finally got it.

"George. That.. Sounds a lot like love to me?" you were uncertain if it was good to tell him that but the look on his face said it all. His eyebrows raised and his face went slightly red "Wha- Love? You? NO! You're disgusting for even thinking that! I'm sure you're just projecting your love onto me!" George disagreed with you.

You were sure of your thoughts, you were sure that you were absolutely correct and had no doubts about it. "Maybe I am" You responded quietly under your breath "Wh- What?" He looked at you to meet your gaze, "Maybe. I. Am." you repeated again "That's so weird! And gross! And disgusting! I should tell Dad-" You cut him off.

"Or.. Maybe you shouldn't?" You never usually had this type of confidence but I guess today is opposite day. "What're you implying here exactly?" George seemed suspicious of the whole thing, admittedly he was correct to be suspicious but that doesn't make it any less hurtful.

"I'm just saying! Is it really the best idea for your father to find out about us?" You crossed your arms, a small grin painting your face. "B-But we didn't DO anything! YOU'RE the one with the hots for your stepbrother, I don't like YOU!" George exclaimed loudly "Maybe if you say you don't like me one more time than you'll actually start to believe it!" You snickered to yourself.

"You're so annoying!" it seemed like George had almost given up with his 'bitchy stepsibling who hates the other sibling' trope but he hadn't exactly "Then I think you should do something about it and shut me up huh'?" you knew what you were doing when you spoke to him- what you didn't know was how he'd react.

George leaped at you basically, pushing you onto the floor and straddling your hips. I'm sure he didn't mean for his actions to be so sexual seeing as he still looks to be seething with anger, but you can't lie and say that him holding your wrists above your head now ISN'T somewhat kinky. "George! Let go!!" You tried to wiggle your way out of his grip but he stopped you "You told me to do something!" George smiled down at you victoriously.

After a few seconds of silence you speak up "So. Are you gonna let me up or?" You asked "Nah I'm kinda bored and seeing you struggle on the floor is entertaining me. Besides, what else would I do?" George rolled his eyes "Kiss me." You were quick to say, making George shoot a look of embarrassment and nervousness at you.

"A- A kiss?? Are you serious? That's a terrible idea!!" George was obviously now flustered from your idea, his grip slightly loosening but you didn't think to try and break free. "You're totally right! I bet you're a terrible kisser anyways" You knew it'd break him, "I AM NOT! I'll have you know that Dream says I am an EXCELLENT kisser!" George shouts out "Oh yeah? Your online boyfriend said that?" George grumbles at you "He- He's not my online boyfriend!" he puffs his cheeks out slightly.

"Well. Prove it then. Show me how 'excellent' you are" You say while also using your fingers to do air quotes (doing the best you can considering being tied up.) "Wh- Fine. I'll prove it to you!" George leans in and roughly presses his lips against yours, not even trying to find a rhythm between the two of you as he's already rushing through it. You feel desperation in his kiss. He doesn't say it but he was desperate to be kissing you.

You try to keep at his pace, roughly kissing him back. You use your teeth to gently tug on his bottom lip as you two are kissing, causing George to hesitantly open his mouth. Your tongue pushed inside his mouth to fight for dominance but quickly lost as George shoved his tongue down your throat, the two of you kissing for a while until you pulled away for air.

"So I was pretty good right? Told you" George showed off and gave a smug look "Yeah.. Really good" you hadn't meant to say it out loud but the words had made a blush creep to George's face. "Huh??" he turned his head away bashfully "I- uh- liked it a lot" you were now embarrassed too from what you were saying "Well I didn't! You sucked- you were totally too slow!" George lowered his head so you couldn't see his face.

"Well maybe it would've been easier for me to keep up if you weren't so desperate for my lips" You teased him "WHAT? H- How dare you say that!?" George seemed like he was angry again as his hold on your wrists got tighter. "George-" you croaked "What!? What is it!?" He groaned in annoyance "I want you to kiss me again, please?" It was a little bit pitiful how you were begging for him "now look who's desperate for my lips?"

You closed your eyes and waited for him to finish talking so he could kiss you, him quickly taking the hint and leaning back down to your lips. George listened to what you had said before and tried to take it slower, his eagerness still showing as he was still slightly fast at it. You couldn't help your actions. You really couldn't. Otherwise you wouldn't have done it. Your hips rolled up to meet his, making him gasp into the kiss and pull away gently.

He didn't even have any words for you.

He just stared down at you with an unreadable expression.

You slowly repeated your action, lifting your hips up but he quickly pinned them down. Your hands were now free. Not sure what to do with them, you kept them above your head. "You're such an annoying sibling, so fucking needy and horny, disgusting" George scoffed "You're acting as if you don't constantly take it up the ass by Dream" you laughed but shut up when George's grip on your hands tightened.

"That's it. You wanna act like a bitch? You can treated like a bitch. Take off your clothes now." George moved so he was now seated between your legs on the floor. You hastily started stripping off your clothes, your eagerness to get naked was quite embarrassing but you didn't notice. Your nipples hardened when they felt the air hit them, the air cold from a draft coming through the vent.

George flicked the buds as he saw them. Grinning to himself, his eyes glance up at your face to watch your reaction. You flinch slightly but not from pain, wincing at the sensitivity from them. "You're not that annoying when you don't talk and also obey me" George smiled down at you, making you shiver ever so slightly.

George grabbed at your bottoms, tugging them down and pulling them off. George giggled at your underwear for a moment "What? What're you laughing at!?" you pouted "Nothing, nothing, it's cute.." he snickered to himself once again "I just think it's funny how they're my favorite colour is all, like did you plan this?" George asked.

"No but I always secretly hoped you'd have enough of our bickering and pin me to a wall and fuck me!!" you gasped "Really!?" George's eyes went wide, you were sure that comment probably fueled his ego a whole lot more "No idiot. It's literally just a coincidence."

George sighed sadly before taking your underwear off, his hand dipping down to slowly rub at your wet hole "I'm gonna fuck your sweet hole since you think I like taking it up the ass, okay?" George said it with the cruelest tone but you knew that he was asking for your consent so you nervously nodded your head.

You feel yourself being opened gently as George slips his two fingers inside your hot hole, a lewd squelching sound coming from you as he fingers you. George seems to know what he's doing as he's stretching you open, drawing a soft moan from you "Ah- do you have experience from fingering your ass?" you asked with a playful tone "Wouldn't you like to know perv?" he replied with the same playful voice.

After a few moments you let out a breathy sigh "I think- if you're ready, you can put yourself inside.." You tell him. George tugs his pants down just enough so his cock is free, rubbing the tip on your wetness before sliding himself in finally. It felt like your whole life was now complete that you were finally fucking your stepbrother, the forbidden apple you wanted for so long. Ever since your mom first bought her boyfriend and his son to your home, you had been in love with him.

George thrusted in and out of you "A- hah- Are you sure you're not gonna get tired during this and need me to ride you?" You weren't sure why he was letting you get away with all these snarky comments but you were glad he was. George ignored you and thrusted his hips deeper, skin slapping against skin as he thrusted deep inside of you.

The tip of his cock pressed against just the right parts inside of you, making you now a writhing mess on the floor. "You look so good like this.." George groaned into your ear, his words basically sending you over the edge. George scoffed "It hasn't even been that long! You're super bad at this. Whatever, I'll just grind on your thigh to get off" George rolled his eyes "W- Well next time I'll show you and make sure you cum before me!" you challenge him.

George's eyes glanced up at you with slight curiosity "Next time?"

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Note: This is not proof read and this is unedited. This also was not requested at all, I just had a dream abt George and felt like writing this (the dream was nothing like this fic but whtvr)

#tw stepcest #stepcest cw #dreamsmp smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #dsmp x reader smut #georgenotfound smut #georgenotfound x reader smut #gnf x reader smut #gnf smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader smut #dsmp smut

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. if there was ever a short, chubby man in LO it would just be someone to creepy after Persephone and be the butt of the joke about how he's not "hot" compared to Manly™️ Hads. Rachel has the weirdest hard-on to mock anyone who isn't a conventionally attractive, straight rich person and it shows itself way too often.

2. are .. are LO characters supposed to look attractive? is that RS' intent? 😵‍💫 say sike right now because none of them look good

3. I would just be so pissed if I was an Original creator seeing what this WT does. These creators are busting their asses week in and out to make a weekly comic with a tight story and great art with little to no help (some even broke their hands and RELEARNED HOW TO DRAW WITH THEIR OTHER HAND to keep going) but WT continues to ignore them while giving Rachel as much help and promotion as she could ever want or need and she gets to rake in the money for what little she does. How is that ok?

4. I’m just gonna put it out there, but the fact that Eros was confirmed bi/pan in an earlier episode only for him to later be exclusively shown attraction to women is so gross. Especially when he’s the only mspec character which was revealed along with him being very promiscuous. It’s very “pick a side” and “all mspec people are very sexual. As a bi person it’s just way too gross.

From OP: Hera also seems to be mspec as there’s a thing (??) between her and Echo. It’s not 100% confirmed but, let’s face it, RS would face a lot of backlash if she goes back on Hera x Echo after that girlfriend comment Ares made.

That being said, I hate how she’s also mspec and (potentially) cheating, which is something a lot of mspec people get accused of just for liking more than one gender.

5. i feel like there's a big difference between stylization versus whatever rachel is doing. we know she can draw but the style she's chosen for LO is only getting worse even as rachel tries to "improve" it with lineart and attempts of anatomy (despite her being nearly 40? why is she only NOW trying to learn it??)

6. I mean yeah the art in LO isn't the worst thing ever, but the fact it markets itself off being the most unique, beautiful art on the whole app is just like ... really? Based off what? Often the bright colors and "painter" style, especially in the last few years, is a hindrance instead of a strength. I can browse the Canvas Top 30 and see miles ahead better art with only one person doing it, not a team of five or more people.

7. did ... did rachel just slap harpy aesthetics onto eris and call it a day? can she even try to keep any of these creatures straight. even daphne and the other nymphs loses their pointy ears half the time and that's their only defining feature.

8. wait, so RS did a comic for DC and WT wasn't screaming about, even though they have a DC partnership??? Even RS wasn't?? Surely that's far more legitimate than anything else? I'll agree we can see with actual time and effort put into it she can actually draw, but are just going to ignore her depiction of WW and Superman are still the same exact buxom female and just Hades with dark hair now? Also PS, the Circe/hamster thing is directly ripped off from Percy Jackson, so that's not very original.

9. RS would make Wonder Woman be a tiny teenager huh. She's allergic to tall women with muscles. At least we should be glad she's not a repeat of Athena or making them highlighter yellow and blue.

10. RS making Helios be pro-global warming is damn near evil. He's one of the most loving gods ever?? He was one of the few Titans who was worshipped well beyond antiquity because of his love for humans?? I get DC's versions are also different from mythology but even they tend to be framed as good guys, wtf?? She literally can't write them correctly even with it's someone else's version. Talk about a negative team player.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

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wolfeyedwitch · 2 years

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Congratulations! You’ve won a free “ramble about an oc of your choice” coupon! This means you can talk about whatever you want about an oc of your choice! Maybe a fact you’ve never shared? Maybe an oc we don’t know about yet? Go wild!

To redeem this coupon, ramble about an oc and then send this to three people! Guarantee they’ll love it!

Okay! *rubs hands together and cackles maniacally* Yall get to hear me ramble about Corva!

Corva started her existence as a lab experiment by elven mages who wanted to see if they could artificially create a mage. They succeeded... mostly. But they were expecting their new creation to be confused and docile.

They got one of those right. Corva came into the universe confused. She also came kicking and screaming. And biting.

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Corva: honestly, you get all confused and disoriented and bite someone one time!

Her caretaker: one?

Corva: well. One to begin with.

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This obviously did not gain her any sympathy from the experimenters. There was much debate over whether she was worth the trouble of keeping. This debate was eventually solved with the consensus of "well, let's keep the subject for now, because we need as much data as we can get. If it becomes too much trouble, we can always dispose of it later."

They are under regulations for how they treat their experimental subjects, though. So despite their protests, Corva is able to interact with others around the lab and the college associated with it. (Heavily supervised, of course.) And there's a significant portion of elves who believe that anyone who wants to study something should be allowed to, so Corva is able to study a variety of different subjects and disciplines.

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Student 1: hey, who's that woman in the back of the class?

Student 2: she's auditing the class.

Student 1: uh huh... and why does she look like she's about to murder someone? And what's with her entourage?

Student 3: we have been 'highly encouraged' to not ask such questions.

Student 2: basically, shut up and ignore her.

Student 1: awesome. Who's hosting the conspiracy theory party about who she is and why she's here?

Students 4 and 5: us!

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She takes a shine to mathematics (the more difficult the problems the better), as well as becoming an excellent artist and dancer. She starts her art as a way to take notes on things she sees and experiences, like anatomy or botany studies with notes next to them.

It expands from there into more of a form of self-expression, though those usually get ruthlessly destroyed before any of her experiment group can see them.

But here's the thing. Corva isn't dumb. She's quite intelligent, actually, much to everyone's aggravation; she'd be much easier to control if she were less intelligent. She's aware that she was artificially created. She also knows that DNA is a pain in the ass to work with, and the elves prefer to reuse things they know work. Which means that she's almost certainly made from a copy of existing DNA.

She also remembers how they called her "Kahreen" at first, before she calmly informed them she had no idea who that was.

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"Kahreen?"

"Who? Who is that? Who are you? WHERE AM I?!"

"Calm down, we can—"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"There's no need for this, if you'd just—"

"Ow, hex!"

"Get the sedative in here!"

"Get her OFF OF ME!"

"What happened?!"

"SHE BIT ME!"

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They're keeping her away from as much information as possible, but she's not going to let that stop her. She's going to figure out this mystery.

And then she's going to escape.

#corva #corva the lab rat #corva the drama queen #corva the shadow mage

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isaac-lahey-imagines · 3 years

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Imagine #70 | Request #31 (Part 3/3 of Isaac Lahey x Alpha!Reader)

Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2 (might need to rewrite these two though)

Can I just say that you guys who stuck with this blog (and the Wattpad imagines) are the best? And to think I haven't posted in years and we've hit 6k+ followers when I came back?! I don't even know how you people are still here and loving the pieces I put out when I'm here cringing over the old works back in 2015!

Warnings: The usual when it comes to the Teen Wolf series, specifically the Dread Doctors' season, mentions of blood, bones breaking, drugs, needles, a few curse words, idk if this is angst? whump?

Word Count: 6k+ (it's probably the longest I've written omg)

Not much of a flashback or backstory (I'm out of words, I can't squeeze anymore juices out of my brain, my bad). As usual, this is note beta-ed and sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my first language :(

“No more, please,” weak cries fell on deaf ears as you were dragged down from one hall to another, the smell of disinfectant and rust overpowering your already sensitive nose and magnifying the headache that was present from when you took a beating earlier.

The sound of bare flesh skidding on the polished floor bounced off the walls as you tried to pull away and run from your captors, you did not care of the stinging sensation that radiated from the pads of your feet - the open wounds left untreated by the people who kept you in hopes that whatever was inside of you can take care of it on its own.

You were repulsed at the thought of them still being considered as people after what they have put you through - they were monsters.

“Just a little more, my dear.” One of the figures that held your arm sneered, the grip on your bicep tightening making you clench your jaw. You internally scoffed at this knowing well that it won’t be ‘just a little more’ with how long and how frequent it happened and will happen.

“She should be able to go through another round.” A voice, deeper than the feminine one from earlier, spoke up as you entered through the heavy double doors of a room - an operating theater you guessed from the setup. “Prep her.”

“Her vitals are stronger now.” The third person declared, their fingers flipping through the pages of the clipboard in their hands before glancing towards the monitor to one side of the room - an image of your anatomy on display with different colors corresponding to each system in your body.

“The less you struggle the faster this will be.” One of the doctors, the Geneticist, who dragged you to this hell hole hummed as she was met with resistance on your end while she strapped you down on the cold metal table, the leather rubbing your already raw skin.

Her patience with you was at a limit, she was close to just ending it - ending you. But they have already achieved so much with their craft that it would be such a waste of time and resource to start from square one.

“Remember,” The Pathologist warned as he walked closer to you once you were settled down. “The louder you scream, the more blood we take from you.”

The tears that fell from your eyes to the sides of your face tickled your ears at the threat, small whimpers coming from you were ignored.

“Might I remind you that the btch wakes up?” The Geneticist interrupted, irritation in her voice as she steadied your shaking right hand before inserting an IV cannula in a vein at the back of your hand and taping it in place. Looking up to her left, she reached for the device below one of the two bags that hung on the pole and unclamped its tube letting the mix of anxiolytic, hypnotic, and anticonvulsant start to flow down to you. She then turned her attention to the other bag beside it, a mix of amnestic, and myorelaxant drugs, and did the same - a near-perfect cocktail mix they specifically designed for you.

She reminded the other doctors that no matter how much benzos, relaxants, or other drug concoctions they pump in your veins, you will wake up in between operations screaming your head off while attempting to break free of the hold you are currently in. “No matter how much sedatives we put in her, her wolf is too strong-”

“It’s an animal-” The Surgeon spoke up.

“She’s an alpha, a pure one-” She argued again, almost growling at the hard-headedness of her co-doctors before she was cut off by the same person.

“An animal.” He spoke in finality. “We are humans - gods even! We are at the very top of the damned food chain.”

The room suddenly fell silent, your whimpers, the beeping of a monitor, and the hum of the machines somewhere in the room were the only things that could be heard as you started to feel the effects of the fluids injected into you.

The tension you felt from earlier began to leave your body just as your vision started getting cloudy, your eyelids feeling heavier by the minute. You didn’t notice the Pathologist holding up a syringe to the light, flicking the bubbles away with his middle finger and thumb a few times before the taste of rubber invaded your mouth with such force that hurt your lips, gums, and teeth.

The Surgeon that was above you, blocking the light for a few moments, had shoved the mouth guard in before he continued securing your head in the metal gear positioned above you. Your neck followed suit with a hard metal clamp attached to the table effectively locking you in place and soon, your whole body was completely immobilized with a loud click from the double lock clamps.

The tears continued to flow down the sides of your face as you fought the sleepiness, praying for this to just end. The dread of what is to come overwhelming you and making your body shake as much as the drugs and table’s hold on you would allow.

“I’m surprised the smart one hasn’t figured it out yet.” They exchanged small talk over your muffled screams as soon as you felt the sharp sting of a needle puncturing your skin and into your cervical spine; expelling whatever it was they created into your system for the nth time. Your ears hurt from the ringing in your head while your throat burned as the pain from the syringe radiated all over your body.

“I’m surprised her mate hasn’t.” The Geneticist replied with emphasis.

“My friends, let us not be complacent.” Their leader ended their conversation as he now concentrated on looking at the x-ray on the monitor showing the movement of the serum as it spread in you.

“We continue our routine - clean her up, wipe her to an extent and then return her. ” He added as he pushed more of the liquid in you with a press of a button by your head.

“Marcel, they will know, soon enough.” She pointed out. “She will start to have withdrawals if-”

“We won’t let that happen.”

Sneakers skidding on the floor as everyone seemed to scramble out of the way towards the door, eyes wide with fear looking at the figure in front of them.

“Y/N?”

“Alpha?”

Isaac watched as the massive wolf in front of them let out a deep growl with its teeth bared at the people that called her attention, the fur on her back and chest standing up making her look even bigger than she already is.

“Y/N,” Isaac knew that Deaton was the best person to handle all kinds of supernatural cases, hence, the title of Emissary to their pack. “It’s Deaton.”

Letting out another growl as you licked your lips, your tail flicked lowly behind you as your eyes darted to each person present in the room before landing back to one in particular who was too close for comfort.

“Y/N, hey,” His voice sounded softer, it almost made you feel a sense of comfort until his hand reached out to you and made you snap back and almost bite it off.

This instinctively made Scott pull Isaac back by his shirt to a safe distance, struggling a bit in his grasp as the beta did not want to be moved further away from you despite the situation.

“Isaac, move back,” Deaton warned when he noticed that the curly-haired werewolf was not backing down, a hand gesturing for him to move away from you. “She’s scared.”

“No, Deaton, she heard me. She’s there - Y/N,” Isaac argued before turning his attention back to you again, blue eyes already glassy as tears filled the rim of his eyes. “She heard me.”

Isaac tried to hold on to the hope that you were present underneath the wolf because he was sure he saw that familiar glimmer that was distinctly you.

Just as he attempted to reach out to you again with a whisper of your name on his lips, the same frequency you heard before rang in your ears making you seize up and drop to the ground.

“Agh! What is that?” Liam winced as his hands reached up to his head to cover his ears, eyes scrunching shut as he tried to will away the incessant ringing.

“What’s what?” Mason asked with confusion etched on his face as he looked at his friend then to Stiles and the others, the werewolves in the room in particular, doing the same.

Isaac did not care for the ringing he heard, witnessing you looking like you were being kicked or beaten as you struggled to stand up, the sound of pained screams, whines, and whimpers coming out of you pulled at his heart making him drop to his knees beside you.

His hands hovered over your form trying to figure out what to do while he avoided getting scratched by the large clawed paws that writhed with your body, Scott and Thor doing the same and looking over you trying to see where exactly were you hurting.

“Deaton,” Isaac called as he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder before hissing - you were burning up and the black color that coursed through his veins upon touching you wreaked of disease. “Deaton what do we do?!”

“What is that?” Thor asked in bewilderment as he saw what was happening with Isaac’s arms.

“Hold her still as much as you can,” The vet’s voice was calm despite the mess, going to one of the counters in the room and asking Stiles and Mason for assistance as he tried to collect what sounded like glass vials from the way it clinked in their hold.

Isaac heard Thor mutter an apology to his alpha as he tried to hold your hind legs down as much as he can, Scott doing the same by your torso and Isaac by your neck.

“Y/N,” Isaac continued to call for you as he tried to hold your front legs down. “It’s Isaac, baby - it’s me.”

“Hurry!” Scott called to Deaton as his eyes scrunched and a sheen of sweat already present on their foreheads, the ringing still present in their ears making it difficult for them to concentrate.

Just as Deaton returned and knelt by your side, carrying a stainless steel tray that contained what looked like multiple large syringes in it, the static ringing noise started to get louder making the supernatural beings in the room let out a pained groan and lose their grip on you.

It grew too much too quickly to bear, causing the lights and windows above your heads to shatter and engulf the room in darkness. As everyone ducked for cover, Isaac stayed by your side and tried to shield you from the onslaught of sharp glass descending on you.

It took a few moments before the ringing stopped and the feel of cold air entered the room, snapping them back to their senses as their eyes opened at the smell of blood it carried with it.

Isaac immediately sat up as he felt the cold tiled floor and not your warm body underneath him.

“Y/N,” was all he said before he sprinted out of the room, the others following behind him.

“How did she get out?” He heard Stiles behind him once they reached the outside of the clinic, Thor already looking around the perimeter of the establishment for any signs of you.

Isaac’s brain was running a hundred miles at what he saw and what had just happened inside, his lips quivering as he ran his hands through his hair and pulling at the roots in frustration. He sniffled as he tried to stop the tears from running down his cheeks with the heels of his hands. Exhaling, he closed his eyes and tried to even out his breathing before turning to Scott.

“She’s not gone,” his alpha spoke, already reassuring him. “We’re going to find her.”

Just before Isaac could reply and shoot down the optimism his alpha had, a car screeched to a halt in front of them.

“Where is she?!” Lydia asked as she got out of the driver’s side, a frantic look in her bloodshot eyes.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” Stiles was immediately by her side, cupping her face in his hands. But Lydia only moved out of the way and turned to Isaac and asked again.

“We don’t know where she is. She disappeared right before Deaton -” Lydia was close to tears again as she groaned in frustration.

“They can’t get her back.” She said, sounding more of a beg as her voice shook a little.

Everyone in front of her stopped what they were doing and looked at the Banshee.

“Who’s they? And where do you think Y/N is?” Stiles asked before a few seconds later, realization hit him.

It was on the way to Eichen House that Lydia explained everything she saw that made her break all the traffic laws implemented in Beacon Hills just to rush to the vet clinic. Isaac could not shake the feeling that Lydia, a banshee – a herald of death, had visions of you in his arms already in eternal slumber. His wolf broke more than a little as she spoke more of what she saw, only a few words registering to him – Y/N, doctors, experiment, and torture.

Everything was a flash for Isaac now, he did not even realize that they were now in a tunnel under the mental facility planning on who was going where.

But once their strategy was laid out, Isaac wasted no time in trying to locate even the faintest of your scent in the damp and moldy tunnel he was walking through. He heard Stiles and Lydia speaking on the phone in his pocket that they'd found an office that had files strewn everywhere – files that specifically contained information about you and what they have done with you so far.

“Any luck finding her?” Lydia asked as Isaac heard papers being flipped on the other end of the line.

“Nope, not yet,” Liam replied.

“No, she’s not here.” Thor was next then Scott, all claiming to find only empty rooms and dungeons.

“Isaac?” Lydia asked after not hearing from him.

“None,” he answered, sounding defeated as he rounded another corner with you nowhere in sight.

Isaac could hear collective sighs as they continued their searches, his ears already drowning out what Lydia and Stiles were doing - occasionally spitting out questions of why’s as they continued to browse through what they found in the files.

His breathing became labored as his mind started to play tricks on him the further we walked down the tunnel, the source of light slowly fading the deeper he went.

Just as he was about to turn another corner, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He felt as though soft fingertips touched him, making his skin crawl as he turned around quickly only to find an empty space. But as he directed his attention to the other corner of the room, the colors on his face drained.

Amidst the mess of metal chains and torn blankets, Isaac watched closely as the figure on the floor took a raspy breath, eyes moving behind closed lids, lips mumbling incoherent words.

“Y/N?” Isaac slowly approached, the other members of the pack on the other line calling for his attention and asking if they heard him call your name.

At the sound of your name being called, your body went rigid. Your eyes flew open, widening as you saw a shadowy figure in front of you moving closer.

“Please, no more.” Your voice cracked from the overuse as you begged, the sound of heavy metal clinking together echoed in the empty room as you backed away slowly. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, please!”

Your frame quivered as you continued to plead, sweat mixed with blood trickled down your body as you attempted to make yourself smaller against the corner of the cell; failing from the sudden pain on the back of your neck that restricted you to move any further away from where you were.

“Y/N, it’s Isaac. I’m not going to hurt you.” Isaac ignored the voices over the phone calling for him, asking if he really found you. “You’re safe now, they’re not going to hurt you.”

Isaac almost expected for you to cower further away from him, but you didn’t – instead, you relaxed a little as his hand landed on the small of your back and the other on your shoulder effectively pulling you into an embrace.

As Isaac felt you release a breath before melting against his chest, his scent effectively calmed you down as your wolf recognized her other half. You both stayed like that for a while before he went back to examining you and what was behind you, more so what was attached to you.

Now, more diligent in his movements, his hands hovered over what seemed to be a tube attached to the back of your neck. He shifted in his kneeling position, careful not to jostle you, before taking his phone from his pocket.

“Something’s attached to her, I need to get it off-.” He informed more to Stiles and Lydia than to others present on the call.

“Don’t!” Lydia exclaimed, panicked at what Isaac was planning. “Not yet.”

“But she’s already hurting!” Isaac’s hands returned to your shoulder and back, holding you closer - as close as the tube permitted.

“That’s connected to her spine, Isaac,” Stiles added, warning him of what might happen. “If you remove it you might do some serious damage here.”

His attention turned back to you when he heard you whimper his name.

You were testing to see if Isaac was really there with you or if you were merely hallucinating again, not sure anymore of what was real after everything that happened to you for the past few years.

“Isaac?”

“Hi,” he smiled down when he pulled away from you a little, his voice shaking as he cupped your face in his hands. “I’m here.”

Your eyes focused on his face, blinking a few times before-

“No.”

That, he did not expect.

“No, no, no.” You mumbled repeatedly making Isaac more confused- were you not happy or relieved to see him with you?

“You shouldn’t be here.” As you came to your senses, you moved out of his grasp and pushed him away at the same time with the little strength you have left.

“Y/N, we came here for you. What are you talking about?” Isaac was hurt, you can see it in his face the way his brows furrowed and eyes already releasing a few tears down his cheeks.

Before you could answer back, the same ringing sounded again.

“Isaac, you have to go, please.” You cried, your own tears flowing down your cheek as you tried to pry his hands that held on to your wrists away, wanting to get out of his hold on you all the while fighting the heavy ache in your body to turn against your own will.

“Isaac, you have to get out of there!” You can hear Stiles over the phone, can hear Scott and the others running to where your werewolf was located.

“I’m not leaving her,” Isaac growled at them but his eyes stayed on you.

“You have to, plea-”

“Y/N!”

A blood-curdling scream left your lips as your body started to tremble on the floor, your bones were visibly breaking and morphing under your skin against your will yet again. The jagged edges of the broken bones breaking through skin and the movement causing purple and blue patches to decorate your flesh, all the while the liquid inside the tube that was still attached to you bubbled angrily.

“Isaac!”

Turning to the person who called his name, he suddenly felt himself being tugged down to the floor as the sound of electricity zipping past them blasted onto the steel bars of a small window on the wall overcame your pained screams.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” the static voice called.

“It’s the Dread Doctors.” Stiles’ voice over the phone can be heard, more papers can be heard being flipped and thrown somewhere. “They’re the ones doing this to Y/N.”

“I need to get it off of her!” Isaac spoke to the phone as he watched Thor lunge at one of the doctors in front of them, his clawed hand not holding back any hits he let out. Scott was next when another appeared much closer to where you and Isaac were.

Once your cries quieted down and your body settled down to small shakes - appeased from the onslaught of transforming against your will, Isaac’s hands hovered over the tube.

“You have to go before they hurt you.” It was barely a whisper when the words came out of your mouth, your body was getting too tired to fight it anymore.

“No, I’m not leaving without you, you know that.” Isaac spoke it with a voice that left no room for arguments as he held the tube in his hand and attempted to pull.

Isaac held back a sob as the screams you let out shattered through the noise of the grunts and punches being thrown. But before he could successfully pull it out, a force had hit him and sent him across the room hitting a wall with a loud thud.

“Near-perfect.” Another doctor, the same one who threw Isaac off of you, had appeared next to you with a device in his hand that, from the looks of it, controlled the tube that was pumping the liquid into you.

“Stop, please!” Your hands flew to the contraption attached to you just as Isaac charged at the doctor, sending them both to the ground.

Blinking away the heaviness of your eyelids, you tried to move from your position on the floor only to fall back down flat on your stomach. The wolf in you whined in panic, barking almost as she nudged you with her head to stand up - that you still had strength in you and she was there to anchor you herself.

“Give her back to me,” You can hear Isaac from across the room, the sight of him swiftly landing blow after blow at the doctor caught you off guard. The blood that ran down his temple to his eyes only added a level of intensity to his yellow glowing gaze as he gave a growl that had an unnerving timbre to it. “Now.”

On the other end of the room, you watch Scott claw at the doctor he was against before the mask fell off and revealed a face that was mottled, wrinkled, and scarred. If the true alpha was disgusted, he did not show it as he put his arms up to block the hit the doctor threw his way.

At the sound of a device dropping to the cemented floor, you felt the vibration of the tube behind you stop - the bubbles silencing as it halted its actions. This immediately cleared your head and relieved you of the pain, the fuzzy veil finally lifting as you took another deep breath and attempted to sit upright again.

Successfully sitting up with a few labored breaths accompanied by a wince, you lifted your aching arms and took hold of the tube attached behind you - the stinging feel of the needle made itself known as the small movement you made just from holding it jostled a little.

Taking a couple of ragged breaths again, trying to gather the courage and strength to pull the thing behind you when the air was suddenly knocked out of your lungs. The sensation of a sharp jab radiated from your side, the groan you let out echoed to the other end of the room making your eyes dart to where Isaac was.

“No,” you let out a gasp at the sight of your mate wide-eyed as he stared up at the doctor in front of him - the pain you felt on your side mirroring where the Surgeon’s swordcane embedded on Isaac’s side and giving it a twist for good measure. “Isaac!”

Your wolf’s painful yips turned to a low dangerous growl.

Feeling the familiar throb in your gums as your canines grew longer, you heard a banshee’s piercing scream all the way from the other wing of the Eichen house while a true alpha’s growl filled the place you were in.

“No more,” You say through clenched teeth, Thor’s knees buckling at the command in his alpha’s voice, Scott and the doctors they were up against stood in awe at the willpower you displayed.

“Perfect,” one of them said under their breath, the final push for perfection.

Finally standing tall, the tube attached to your neck earlier now clutched in your hand, you did not waste time as you took down each person who did you wrong.

Going for the closest antagonist in your life, Thor immediately scrambled out of your way as your claws wrapped around the Geneticists neck. You let your body move past her without letting go of your grip on her before using the momentum to lift the doctor up, the weight and force effectively disconnecting her head from the rest of her body before hurdling her to the Pathologist who was clambering away from Scott and the fight.

Everything was a blur to the other occupants of the room as you zipped past them and took down each one before you finally lunged at the Surgeon who finally released his grip on both his cane and on Isaac.

“My child-” he managed to say as your grip on his neck tightened, his feet barely touching the ground - your eyes glowing a dangerous color as you stared up at him.

You can finally see through the mask, raw pink flesh with stitches decorating it was what the steel mask protected. His mouth opened to say something but only a gurgled gasp came out as your other hand embedded itself in his chest and pierced through skin and muscle. You felt your wolf puffing up with pride and anger - you were their greatest creation and downfall.

Silence enveloped the room as the lead doctor took his last breath before you haphazardly threw him to the ground.

With his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed, Isaac pulled the swordcane out of him. His jaw clenching before he let out a pained groan at the feel of the weapon sliding out before leaning heavily against the brick wall while clutching his side.

Your attention was immediately drawn to your other half, managing to wipe off some of the blood on your hand before tending to him.

“Hey,” Isaac greeted as he tried to not lean all his weight to you as you wrapped your arms around his waist, careful not to touch the stab wound on his side. You felt tears playing at the edge of your lashes as you buried your face against his chest, the scent signifying home.

“Can’t really ask you if you’re okay,” You managed to say once you pulled away and looked up at him.

“You’re one to talk,” Isaac replied with a chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You smiled, wiping the stray tear that ran down your cheek with the back of your hand as Isaac’s lips returned to your forehead for another kiss.

“Y/N, look-”

“No!”

A loud bang and the pain that came with it suddenly broke the bubble of peace you were in.

Clutching you to his chest, you saw the same confused expression that reflected on Isaac’s eyes before they darted from you to where the smell of gunpowder was coming from.

The Pathologist’s hand shook as he held the gun up, a crazed look in his eyes as he attempted to stand up from being buried under his colleague's lifeless body. He muttered incoherent words as he aimed the gun at you again.

But before he can pull the trigger, another loud thud took you all by surprise as you witnessed the man fall down flat on his face.

“Damn.” Lydia was behind him with a bloodied metal bat clutched in her hands - Stiles’ hands were up in the air, his eyes were wide as if he couldn’t believe his girl just did that.

“Well mark me down as scared and horny,” Stiles muttered under his breath, his brain replaying the moment Lydia all but took off with his metal bat and ran down the hall as fast as her heels allowed her to where they were now.

“Thank you, Thor.” You hugged the larger-built werewolf, his arms wrapping around you tightly but still being mindful of your current state. “But I don’t think I’m fit to be your alpha - to be the pack’s alpha anymore.”

“I will never understand how you and the others accepted me after what had happened.” Your feet dangled as you sat on a bricked fence outside of the Eichen house, the jacket from Isaac wrapped around you securely to act as a buffer against the coolness of the night.

You can hear Thor’s wolf whine at your words, his face already reflecting the sadness you both felt at what you were doing as he leaned against the fence you were sitting on.

“Alpha, please don’t discredit yourself.”

You looked up at him, not really believing his words with how much damage you’ve done to the pack - to your family.

“You are more than worthy - especially at your age.” He added, pointing out that most of the alphas out there were a hundred years older than you. “You are strong.”

“Thank you, again - for everything,” your lips quivered as you gave your best smile before glancing up to try and prevent the tears from spilling down your cheeks. The thought of leaving your pack broke your heart, they were family. But you needed to have someone better to lead and handle pack-related things -- you needed to recover.

A comfortable silence settled around the two of you before you heard Stiles and Isaac walking towards you.

“Jeep’s good to go, big guy.” Stiles said - more to Thor than you - with a tilt of his head to gesture to where they were parked as Isaac helped you to your feet and walked you towards Lydia’s car.

“You okay?” Isaac asked softly as you both settled in the back seat.

His eyes double-checked the graze on your shoulder from the bullet that hit you, his arms never leaving your side as he let you lean on him - exhaustion already catching up to you with the way your body sagged against his.

No, not really. You wanted to say as he only tugged you closer to him, the drive to Deaton being quieter save for the soft tunes the radio played.

“I will be.”

~~~

Isaac didn’t know what exactly woke him up.

Staring back at the ceiling, his ears strained to hear bed sheets rustling beside him. With the little light that passed through the curtains of the room you shared, he ran his hands down his face before turning to his bedside.

His eyes squinted when his phone awoke and flashed the time, 3:01AM it read - the phone’s screen showed a picture of the two of you together during a weekend picnic Lydia had arranged a few weeks ago. You had your eyes closed and lips smiling - a genuine smile after so long - against his neck as he had his arms wrapped around you tightly while he made a face to the camera.

Isaac stared at his phone’s lock screen a few moments longer before movement on his side and the feel of cold skin touching his leg took him out of his reverie.

Putting his phone back on the nightstand, he curled back down the covers and turned to face you. For someone who’s a warm-blooded supernatural creature themself, you sure have cold feet.

Isaac cupped your face before tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you were lying on your stomach facing him with your hands tucked just a little under your pillow. You were still in deep sleep but it did not look as peaceful as he remembered - your brows were furrowed, your lips moved as if mumbling something and an occasional hand twitch was what he observed.

“Y/N?” Isaac asked, his voice croaked from the lack of use as he leaned on his elbow and tried to coax you awake.

It didn’t take too long before Isaac finally understood what you were saying.

Please, no more...p-please.

Leaning over your side of the bed, Isaac flicked the switch to your bedside lamp open and tried to call for you again. He could now see the thin layer of sweat on your forehead, the sheets bunching up in your grasp as your knuckles turned a lighter shade from how tight your grip was.

I can’t t-take it anymore...

“Hey, baby,” Isaac gently ran his hand down your back a few times, trying not to ‘jolt’ you awake. He knew what methods to use in waking you up when things like these happen, though it took multiple trials and errors with a few bumps - more or less scratches - in the way. But god, he’d take you screaming and lashing out at him any day than this.

I’m sorry, I won’t do it again...

“Y/N, please wake up for me.”

It broke his heart more at the thought that while you were already together, even if in that span of time you were simply friends at first, they’ve already done a multitude of things to you.

“Y/N, I’m here - you’re safe.” He tried again, the soft kiss to your temple lingering a little longer in hopes that it might help - let you sense that he was present and you were not in danger anymore.

“Y/N, no one’s gonna hurt you,” He spoke softly.

Covering your clenched hand with his, it was all it took before your eyes flew open with a sharp gasp of air. It took some strength and swiftness from Isaac to hold your wrists when you sat up so fast - almost bumping his chin in the process - that you almost fell out of the shared bed.

“Hey, hey,” He called for you, your eyes were dilated, blown wide and looking around frantically as if you were searching for the threat that plagued your life a year ago and giving you these night terrors that prevented you from having a good night’s sleep.

“I’m here, you’re safe.” He repeated, waiting for you and not letting go.

“Isaac,” He waited a little more before you finally settled down and realized where you were, your voice shook a little as you spoke his name; eyes glassy as you looked at the familiar blue eyes that called for you.

“I’m here.” Isaac gave a small smile as his hold on your wrist loosened before sliding his hands in yours and holding onto them on your lap - the soft yellow light from your bedside lamp gave his face a soft glow; his eyes looking more kinder that it already was.

Not again. Your lips trembled as you held back a sob, you shook your head as you stared down at your joined hands.

You felt trapped.

That was the only thing you felt and you wanted out, you wanted this to stop; you want an end to this thing happening to you - you don’t deserve the man in front of you.

Having known you for so long, Isaac can already see it on your face, he already anticipated it.

“I love you,” He spoke.

Absolutely no room for arguments, “I won’t leave you.”

You felt Isaac’s hands rest on your hips as you withdrew yours from his hold and tried to stop and wipe as many tears as you could with the heel of your hands. He let you lean your head on his shoulder, the feel of his lips placing a comforting kiss to your ear should’ve given your heart a little leap but it didn’t.

“How much longer will you tell me that before you finally get tired?” You did not mean to say it out loud, you hiccupped once your tears finally settled down with your head and heart.

“Never,” Isaac said as he pushed you away a little to look at you, cupping your face in his warm hands to make you look up at him, a glint of playfulness present. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You could only sigh and give a soft smile.

“You’re too good for me, Isaac.”

Bringing your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles, he let them go before cupping your face again and leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and lastly a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You deserve good things, Y/N.”

You deserve them after everything you went through. Isaac gave that smile he reserved only for you when he pulled away.

Lying back down, Isaac pulled you closer to him before pulling the covers up just below your chin.

“We’ll be okay, remember?” Isaac reminded you of the words you said to him when he asked you a year ago.

You did not miss the way he said ‘we.’ You did remember what he told you, that you were in this together - you’re it for me.

“I remember,” you answered, curling as close as you can to his side. The tip of your nose resting against the warm skin of his neck as he rest his chin on top of your head, arms tightening around you before they relaxed.

Feedbacks are always appreciated! Especially since I miss writing. But again, I won't be doing much writing anymore since I've somewhat lost touch with both my imagines blogs. I might just rewrite/refurbish some of my old imagines/drabbles.

Again, thank you so much for those who stuck by this imagines blog (and for Brett as well). You don't know how much I appreciate it, again, I'm sorry for not being active (read more here)

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Anatomy of a Scene In Which Oh Aew Puts Teh Through It, or how to catch a man who is already falling

Oh Aew provokes and observes; Teh tries his best to remain upright and breathing.

I Told Sunset About You, Episode 3 Director: Boss Naruebet Kuno Cinematographers: Tang Tawanwad Wanavit, Lin Rinrada Pornsombutsatien Score: Vichaya Vatanasapt Cast: Billkin Putthipong Assaratanakul, PP Krit Amnuaydechkorn, Khunpol Pongpol Panyamit, Dream Theethat Suk-im, Christiaan Churaporn Bos, Rolex Jirayus Khaobaimai

Another sequence of scenes I think it’s worth it to watch without understanding what they’re saying, mostly because what they're saying has nothing to do with what any of these scenes are actually about. The script here is largely minutiae; what's important is Oh Aew testing the waters before diving in headfirst later on.

I love every episode of ITSAY and IPYTM, and LTIP in different ways, because they each give me something different in mood and tone. And when I'm in the mood for a SERVE, I go straight to ITSAY episode 3, because Oh Aew being bold, brave and deliberately provocative is simply breathtaking to behold.

The context here is that Teh has already showed his hand. He has been at turns jealous, fascinated, sulky, sweet, pouty and attentive, and he has been OBVIOUS about all of it. Oh Aew has definitely noticed that Teh has noticed him. He texted him to get home safe. He manoeuvred to sit next to him on the boat. He's giving Oh Aew all the signals that he is interested.

At the start of the sequence, Teh has his leg plastered right against Oh Aew's, a tell that Teh himself brought to Oh Aew's attention. And then Teh takes Tarn's call and starts, as we say where I'm from, 'making love on the phone', right in front of him and with his leg STILL up against his, and Oh Aew decides he's choosing violence...lol. You can see the look in his eye, which is saying something like Oh, so you're going to try to pretend this isn't happening? Well I'm going to show you exactly how deep in the bullshit you are.

And boy does he ever. It's all in the eyes, the way Oh Aew challenges, cajoles and straight up seduces Teh over the course of the sequence. He alternates between distracted, casual attention, putting himself directly in Teh's eye line (especially while flirting with Bas), and flat out ignoring Teh, sometimes all within the same scene. And then he crawls toward him and eats that chip out of his hand as the piece de resistance, the most blatantly obvious sexual advance in the story so far. His intention is clearly to show Teh that he can't pretend this thing between them isn't happening, or that it's innocent in some way. Teh likes him and he's hot for him and he's going to get him to admit that one way or another.

And Teh is just...spellbound. He's panicked. He's just trying to stay at a safe distance, take deep breaths, swallow instead of drooling and not think too much about what's happening here because if he thinks too much about it he might actually combust. Two scenes in the sequence really drive home what is happening:

Teh is alone in the living room unable to do anything but spin in his own thoughts and touch every soft furnishing in the damn room. Oh Aew re-enters the room, ignoring him, and he HAS to go over to him and try to play off how upset he is by teasing him. Oh Aew plays along instead of placating him, which upsets him even more.

Oh Aew, deliberately I think, sits at the back of the room in the mock exam, so nobody but Teh can see what he's doing. He stretches and fidgets because he knows Teh is watching him. When Teh goes over to him (because again, he can't help himself), he leans in whatever direction Teh is in, getting close but not too close.

Basically, Oh Aew gives Teh just a taste of what he's missing and Teh's tongue starts hanging out. And I have to give that all a standing ovation because well played sir. Also, a standing ovation to the actors because they lit this sequence on fire.

The scoring here is masterful, timed perfectly and done with a light touch. There's nothing too heavy or overbearing, the music itself has got a ton of fun, flirty energy using lots of lively piano and synth, but with a hint of something deeper underneath that turns almost chaotic and panicky when Teh is alone with his thoughts in the living room. They're giving you just enough to put you inside how they're feeling without words. Love it.

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mastrrt · 6 years

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The Tigress Dilemma *fanfiction*

Usually, fanfic writers (such as I) have a hard time depicting complex characters such as Tigress, ergo this lack of this understanding about our characters can lead us to defile their original personalities and characteristics. I'm pretty sure most, if not, all of us are victims to the Tigress Dilemma, and this problem can only be resolved once Dreamworks has finished Tigress's arc. The Tigress Dilemma is basically what I mentioned above. We misinterpret Tigress and that could lead us to writing imposters instead. Now I have seen many fanfics, and all of them vary in the extent of how terrible their Tigress imposter is. I would say that for my fanfics, my Tigress imposter is pretty far off from the original character, but I feel I am getting there... it's a very slow progress, but every increment of time is making me better as a writer. Anywho, I'll be addressing some Tigress Imposter stereotypes. These stereotypes are the ones we want to avoid as much as possible. And if we do so, we can get closer to the original Tigress. Now, disclaimer, I am not here to tarnish the pride of any of you fanfic writers. I'm just here to point out my opinions and hopefully my opinions can do more good than harm. Also, to bring this blog a more positive vibe, I will be writing some Tigress stereotypes that we should all follow. But that'll be on the next post. 1. The 'Punk Girl School Bully' Type of Tigress. (LoA Tigress) Sleeves are for wimps... fat muscles... I got huge front teeth... i'll put your head on the toilet... pig anatomy on the facial region... you punk!... ILLL BEAT YOUUU UP!... girl that looks like a man... Those lines are all inside the ambit of any typical Buff School Girl Bully. And yeah, these types of people aren't the most likeable. Mainly because of their terrible ego and pride, their unmanaged temper, their constant screaming, and the fact that they bully. And these types of characters usually act upon their anger, and these types of characters are usually defeated by their own caprices. Now a lot of times, people usually confuse 'Punk Girl School Bully' as Tigress's characteristics.

For example, a lot of fanfictions tend to write this: Tigress was clouded with anger. How dare this cocky prick make fun of her name like that? She charged at him, trying to land a double fist strike on her belly, but it has seemed that her muscles were so angry that she suddenly turned into an amateur fighter and totally missed the cocky mite's stomache. Now she was even angrier. She gave a frustrated yell and pounced at the prick, driving her feet into a powerful tornado kick, but the man has sidestepped and she was too angry to use that momentum to execute another kick upon landing. Oh she was so so SO angry that everything turned red. Even though the man was merely a stranger, his smart remarks was enough to somehow make Tigress want to tamper him, as if her anger was derived from personal matter. Oh yes, Tigress was so weak that her peace has succumbed so easily to something as superficial as an empty insult. It isn't like she's a warrior who learned integrity, who lived by virtues and proverbs, and learned to swallow her pride the hard way. Nope. She was just the average hot head. "You! You idiot!" She yelled, driving her fist into arbitrary turns and twist with the speed of a toddler's fist in a fit of frenzy. And yet, after delivering such 'efficient' attacks, the man had avoided her punches the Muhammad Ali way. What's next? The rope-a-dope? Is that how weak Tigress became because of her anger? Oh, and since she's sooo angry, she also became majorly stupid! Since she's losing, she might as well become more desperate to win and because of this, she kinda lost 9/10 of her damn brain. It isn't like she had experienced worst before. It isn't like she's been in a tower surrounded by hundreds of adversaries, outmatched, outgunned, out everything, and still managed to escape through a genius idea to catapult her and her Enterprise out the flaming tower THROUGH the toppling flaming tower.

Look, Tigress can be hot head, but she doesn't allow it to manifest in a way that hampers her during battle. She's a warrior who for sure learned patience. Yes, she might have let herself succumb to her anger during the first movie (by trying to fight Tai Lung despite her master's efforts to stop her) but do understand that it was because of that cursed snow leopard that her father was just outright terrible to her, and 20 years of desperation and overwhelming commitment to kung fu led her to think that defeating Tai Lung is the key to Shifu's heart. Watch the Second movie through and through, with the eyes of a scrutenizing critic. If she is angry, it is usually to appear intimidating or lethal. It's a great strategy, escpecially now that her opponents would surely hold back once they hear the low baritone of her growl. But never, never, never, never, I assure you, did she appear angry and let that rage make her a haphazard, stupid, mess.

Also, fanfic writers tend to also write this: Tigress crossed her arms and growled. Po was so annoying! He wouldn't stop babbling about his new dumpling recipe. If he says 'broccoli broth' one more time, she is sure her dormant side would burst. "SHUT UP PO! YOU ARE AN IDIOT! YOU ARE SO CHILDISH! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE THE DRAGON WARRIOR!" And then, Po cried and ran away from the kitchen. The rest of the five gave her a look that could compare to the menacing glare of a thousand men, and they all left her to find the weeping Po. She sneered, she didn't need them anyways. She didn't have a family. And they were no friends of hers.

Tigress is not like this! She values her friends, and she talks to them like friends. Do no potray her the LoA way, because she's not always grumpy... and she is, by chance, grumpy, it's mostly for a reason. When the other five are irritated or even disgusted of Po, you can see that only Tigress smiles. And when she is in an argument, she usually deliver herself in a calm and threatening. Yeah, calm and threatening can be together. Tigress works as a paradox. I think the problem here is that people mistake seriousness and grumpiness as neigh synonyms. DON'T mistake those two different words with the same definition. Tigress is serious, but rarely grumpy in the way LoA/ fancfictions potrays her (just compare KFP 2 Tigress to LoA Tigress (there's a big difference I tell you that (mostly because she doesn't haphazardly turn into a big bish (is this even grammatically correct?))))

2. The Morally Deficient Tigress. I hate you!... you've always been terrible to me Shifu. So I hate you too!... you guys are not my family!... i have no family!... brat times twenty... your spoon is stupid... everyone is stupid... I don't wanna do this anymore... i'll turn evil in six seconds if you don't assuage my ego... cold hearted... insults everywhere... long sullen silences followed by mean comments followed by even more long sullen silences... angst angst angst for no reason... teenage i-have-20-pounds-of-eyeliner-under-my-eyes prototype. this type of imposter Tigress is probably one of the worst forms of Tigress out there. You cannot just ignore that she has been raised by two kung fu masters, one has morals that are so polished and perfect, and the other one with flaws but regardless still wiser than most. She's also follows a regimented schedule of supreme discipline throughout the course of her twenty-eight years, so surely she has been taught hardwork, patience, determination and other virtues that any average olympian athletes would typically have. Despite being called cold-hearted, stoic, perhaps even mean, do remember that she is also a HERO. With a hero's heart and the strength of a hero's mind. You can not simply ignore that she's a good person who had saved, quite possibly, thousands of lives, expecting nothing in return except the heart of her father and a place to reside. Do not mistake badassery with idiocy. Do not make her morally deficient like she's a little child with the mindset of a brat on a bad day.

Here's some examples of this nightmare: "Why do you keep these stuff? You're so childish, you don't deserve to be the Dragon Warrior!" Tigress looked around his loft, threatened by the action figures and the posters of the masters that adorned it.

Po frowned, "But... but... items like these have very big value to me Tigress. Especially my action figures, I cherish them because it's a large fragment of my childhood memories!"

Tigress did not understand. Of course she did not, not only is she whimsy, grumpy, angry and stupid, she also lacks understanding and lessons that can usually be self-taught at the age of twenty. She acts like a little child and that's all her morality is limited to. "No! They're wooden things with no value whatsoever. Stop being a fanboy. Stop being yourself! I can't support you! You idiot."

And she left the room with grandeur ---Sharpei Style with the hint of swagger. Five days later... "It's all your fault why we're here Po! All your fault. It isn't like you made a wonderful plan and I kinda destroyed it after this cocky douche made me angry and I decided to fight him and ditch your plan. And since my dignity got the best of me, it isn't like I'm blaming you 100% on our unfortunate demise when I know 200% that i'm to blame." Po tried to speak, but Tigress continued, "Ya'll should have listened to me! Me me me me! Me me me me!" The end!

Okay okay, it's a little too exaggerated, but you get the point right? Tigress doesn't act like this. She is kind and nice, she's truly supportive even with her doubts, and she loves and values her friends, albeit these traits are not exposed because it's overshadowed by her stoic demeanor. Whatever... sometimes light filters through her facade and you can see her vulnerabilities.

3. The Profesional Becomes the Biggest Amateur. Gets defeated by a few alligators who could barely fight... can't get unstuck from a rope THAT ISNT EVEN KNOTTED NOR THICK ENOUGH TO CARRY TWO POUNDS... can't get out a sticky situation even though she has been through worse... pathetic tiger... no longer has super strength that she has been gifted with. Now I'm just a thread's breadth away before typing a full fledge rant. Yes! I get it. She has been defeated by people who Po can defeat. She has been defeated by Tai lung and Po was able to defeat Tai Lung. But that was because Po was in a special situation, and it was truly only Po who could defeat Tai Lung (I'll adress this in a new post.) Have ya'll ever of this rule, in both film making and book writing, that authors must refrain from degrading everyone's intelligence so that a single character can appear in the caliber of a genius? Basically, what I'm saying is that you cannot make the five (escape Tigress) leagues weaker than their original selves just for the sake of making Po or your main OCs appear stronger. One, that's a terrible illusion that even a blind man can see through. And two, that's just disrespectful for a The Five. Not only are the five overshadowed, but ya'll also heavily disregarded the fact that they are warriors that did a lot. You're forgetting that Tigress can do this

Do not forget that she is the person who can do so much more. If you want a story where Tigress becomes a damsel in distress, and Po is the one to save her, DO NOT get her kidnapped by five wolves. Or ten. Or even twenty. Because this tiger can handle of them easy. Make sure she is defeated by a whole fudging army, or a bunch of hooded warriors who are thousands of years old and are as good as Shifu in kung fu. Make sure her defeat is reasonable and respects what she can do. KNOW what she can do, so that you learn her limits. Give her a challenge, give her a run for her money. Don't make her pathetic just because you want someone else to seem not pathetic. Us fan fic writers say that Tigress is hardcore. Awesome. Badarse. So maybe we should write her that way. Some fan fics I read write that Tigress got defeated because she was hungry or tired and couldn't fight against a few adversaries. I roll me eyes. Bro! You cannot make hunger the reason why she's defeated😂 have you seen what she ate during the first KFP movie? Her meals consists of tea and a small, chewy block of tofu. Please. She had trained her body and mind to resist pain in a way that wouldn't affect her during battle. And don't go destroying her stamina either. If she can go the whole night just battling a bunch of wolves, without even so much as passing out then pulease, don't make tiredness as an excuse. But there are some exceptions though. Like maybe she got tired because she drained her chi. Then that's understandable. So much work.

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