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selfish ways | pro-hero! k. bakugo
synopsis: Katsuki is a very good husband, and has grown out of his anger the way you’ve seen him as a teenager, now being in his late twenties he’s a bit more relaxed until it comes to you, his wife.
wc: 6.2k
tags: 18+ ONLY content + minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + canonverse + repost + you're a waitress + y'all are married + daddy being used + you're tipsy but no dubcon or anything + jealousy sex rough sex + spitting + slight dom/sub dynamics + possessive! Katsuki + mentions of pregnancy + spanking + dirty talk + finger sucking + creampie + panty sniffing + cum play + mentions of a lactation kink + gagging + multiple positions + mirror sex + car sex + breeding + begging + angry sex + hair pulling + oral + fingering + a dirty talk + public sex on a car + spanking + hard degradation + any missing tag lmk!
There’s something about seeing other men talk to you, their fingers barely ghosting the bare flesh of your arm as they talk to you, a smile so sweet that could rot teeth pulled your lips back when you laughed reminding him of honey that escaped from your lips that drove Katsuki up the wall, he hates the people you have to deal with at your job.
Your laugh was meant for him and not the jackasses who kept asking you questions that didn’t pertain to the glossy menu in your hand and deep down he knows that you only entertain them for more tips, not because you’re unfaithful or anything of the sort.
“Did we come for lunch or to stalk your wife?” Sero asked raising his cup to his lips and looked at his friend wondering why they would spend their day off at the place you work.
Katsuki’s eyebrow raised a second ready for a quick remark before looking back at you bend over to grab a napkin showing the swell of your breasts thanks to the low-cut shirt you had to wear.
“Do you need anything else?” You asked the four men in the booth with your signature smile.
“How about your number?” One asked smiling not knowing who you were married to, not that he didn’t want to show you off but it was more to keep you safe from the villains and crazy fans that go buck wild, plus the media loves to twist little things and make a mountain of a mole hill.
“Oh, well, see I don’t think my husband would like that very much.” You replied letting your smile drop as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
“Too bad.” You ignored that comment and gathered the rest of their plates taking them to the back for the dishwasher bumping into Mio.
“Booth seven is full of catcallers so be careful they’ve asked me for my number.”
“And your husband didn’t tear his head off?” Your friend and coworker Hinata asked fluffing her ponytail and looking at you with a small smirk knowing how protective Katsuki is of you.
“Lucky for them Katsuki didn’t hear him.” You replied leaving the dishes in the sink leaving with a small wave, with a little sway in your hips you approached Katsuki’s table with a smile, he caught your stare and smiled.
“Hi, baby.” Katsuki groaned when you ran your fingers through his hair before pulling back knowing you’d end up in his lap, after the first initial year of dating it took him a while to get used to PDA, even now at twenty-six he didn’t pull you into full-on makeout sessions, just subtle touches and cuddling.
“How are you doing?” Denki asked handing you his menu already knowing what he was getting, since you and Katsuki met in elementary school you’d known him and his friends for a long time and you’d worked here long enough that he and the rest of the guys could recite the menu while sleeping.
“Same old same, work is busy as usual but the three of you always make it better.” You replied taking the glossy papers from them and winking at your husband.
With the menus tucked under your arm, you pinched Katsuki’s and Sero’s cheeks. “I know what you guys want so I will be back with that here soon.”
Katsuki watched you like a hawk especially when you went to talk to the men a few booths away from him, they kept making you laugh about something and talked to you about something that piqued your attention enough for you to stay at their table longer than usual, when you walked past him he grabbed your wrist stopping you dead in your tracks.
“Are you okay?” He asked running his calloused thumb over your knuckles, your heart softened seeing the look in his eyes noting how tired you were.
“I’m better now.” You replied using your free hand to run your fingers through his hair which was now cut and shaved into a fade almost with his blonde hair sticking up wildly still.
“Is there anything else you men need?” You asked looking at them.
“If you’re not on the menu I don’t want it,” Denki replied with a shit-eating grin looking up at you earning a kick to the shin from your husband.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” Katsuki growled making Denki and Sero snicker, you shook your head and bent down showing him your cleavage.
“Let them say what they want baby, they don’t get to sleep next to me every night and I don’t have their last name.” You told him.
Katsuki grunted. “And they don’t-” You slapped your hand over his mouth making all of them laugh. “Okay, I’m out of here.”
Katsuki grabbed his plate out of your hand snagging your hand and kissing the back of it. “Can you take a break?”
“No, we’re short today and I can’t get one.”
He let go of your hand with another kiss and watched as you walked away to tend to the other tables, his eyes never left your moving figure as you weaved in and out of people, sweat shone on your forehead, and at certain times he’d see you bite your bottom lip that sent all his blood to his dick because it reminded him of when you’re under him or on top.
You could feel the weight of his stare so you afforded yourself a moment to glance at your husband who smiled at you, a smile you’ve seen before he had you on the bed and naked, you winked at him before placing the plate down wishing you were off work already when you passed Katsuki he ghosted his fingers over your arm but you ignored him to rile him up which he picked up on.
You passed him and walked to booth seven with the catcallers. “Hey cutie, are you doing anything after work?” The brunette man who sat on the end asked, his hand inching slowly out towards your wrist which you slowly pulled away with a smile.
“I do have plans, thank you for asking. How are we doing the check? Split evenly or?” Your eyes scanned the men picking up the tension because you knew the next question that was next to come.
“Or we could pay you another way.”
You gritted your teeth and forced a smile glancing at Sero who picked up your tension so he alerted Katsuki who stood from the booth and walked over to you with a stoic look on his handsome face, his lips twisted in a scowl when he came closer grabbing your elbow. “I think that you should pay her money and not offer anything else or you can get blown to hell you assholes,” Katsuki warned looking at each of them individually.
“And who are you? Her boss?” The black-haired man piped up leaning across the table to get a better look at your husband, you could see clear on his face he knew who Katsuki was, everyone knew who he was.
“No, I’m her husband you fuck.” He replied stepping closer to the table.
At this point, all you wanted was the floor to open up and swallow you whole. “Let it go, Kats, okay? I’m just going to go grab Eijiro and let him deal with him.” You tried to pull him away but he stood there still until you yanked his arm back again.
“Kats.” You begged knowing he would start a scene even dressed in his Hero uniform and since it’s Eijiro’s restaurant you wouldn’t get fired or anything but the last thing you wanted to do was clean Katsuki’s bloody lip again, he finally softened and let you pull him away and towards Eijiro’s office where he sat talking to his daughter Haruka who squealed for you.
After a serious accident that made him retire earlier than he wanted, Ei opened up a restaurant for his late wife who enjoyed cooking and their daughter looked just like her and since he was your best friend as well you got a job to help out and never left, how could you?
You and Katsuki ended up being Haruka’s Godparents so the two-year-old was obsessed with you, it was clear with how she waddled over to you and ended up in your arms as usual.
“Everything okay?” He asked raising an eyebrow when he saw you and Katsuki standing there in his doorway.
“These assholes-”
“Katsuki!” You scolded glancing down at Haruka who snuggled in your arms and babbled your name while playing with your tag.
“Sorry, but these not-so-nice people were trying to pay her with something other than money.”
With a nod of his head, Eijiro stood up and kissed Haruka on her head before leaving. “Uncle Kats!” She cried reaching out for him, once she was settled in his arms she rested her redhead on his chest with a content sigh, seeing him holding her like that made your womb clench with the sudden want of a baby, something you or Katsuki have talked about before but now you were definitely wanting to have a baby with him, he caught your smile.
“What?” He asked raising a blonde eyebrow.
“You look good holding a baby.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders while stuffing your hands in the pockets of your apron.
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow absentmindedly patting her back gently rocking her back and forth but Eijiro walked back in with a scowl watching Haruka claw her way out of Katsuki’s arms to get back to her dad.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that but you’ll be getting a good tip, and with that, you can clock out.” He said holding his daughter in his arms.
“For real? Thank you!”
It didn’t take long for you to untie your apron and throw it in your locker before joining the two men and Haruka.
“Bye!” You waved at Eijiro and blew a kiss to Haruka who giggled and waved.
“Are you ready? I’m sorry that asshole ruined your shift sweetie.” Katsuki asked wrapping his arm around your waist and walking with you to his car.
“Don’t be sorry baby, thank you for protecting me. I don’t know where I would be without my husband.” You wrapped both of your arms around his waist and leaned against his chest.
“Your husband, hearing that makes me crazy.”
He opened the door for you and got in the driver’s side, his hand instantly landing on your thigh with a gentle squeeze, you hummed along to the song on the radio pulling your phone out, “Since we ditched Denki and Sero and I’m pretty sure Eijiro could use a night out what do you think about us hitting up a bar or something?”
Katsuki glanced at you quickly before turning down the street to your shared home. “If you want babe, when we get home I’ll give them a call.”
As soon as Katsuki called his friends they were quick to agree but Eijiro needed more convincing because he wasn’t sure about leaving Haruka with a babysitter so Sero convinced him that he needed this more than everyone. “Are we carpooling?” You asked poking your head in the bedroom to see Katsuki sitting on the edge watching TV.
“I think Eijiro is picking us up, he’s not going to drink tonight and I know how you get when you drink. I’m going to need all of them to help you up from the floor.” He teased leaning back a little to look at you.
You faked hurt and placed your hand over your heart with an open mouth. “And should we talk about how you get you’re drunk?” You asked walking in to lower yourself on his lap letting Katsuki cup your ass nuzzling his face between your breasts.
“I can’t wait to see them full of milk.” He murmured so quietly kissing the bare flesh, the image of you round with his child was now planted in his brain after seeing you hold Haruka, he wondered would your baby look like him or you more and who the little one would take after the most.
It felt natural and it was something you both truly wanted, you’ve both been married for the last six years and spent most of your lives together. You were his first for everything and vice versa, and now he wants you pregnant.
Katsuki looked up at you, vermillion eyes darkened with desire and lust thinking about it. “Milk? Do you want a baby, my baby?” You asked in a soft tone running your fingers through his hair.
“What? Yeah, of course. What are you wearing tonight?” He asked changing the subject and letting you caress his hair, with his face buried between your tits still.
“I was thinking of that dress I bought last year for my birthday, what do you think about that?”
“I think you look beautiful in any just as well as you look beautiful in nothing.”
You giggled and let him pull your shorts down along with your panties which he grabbed feeling the damp crotch, you watched him lift the material to his nose and inhale loudly.
“Come here.” Holding your back he flopped back so you were on top straddling his lap.
“I thought you said we had to get ready?” You whispered dancing your fingers up his broad bare chest raking your manicured nails lightly over the flesh hearing him draw a deep breath between his teeth.
“I know but how can I think of anything else when my naked wife is sitting on me like this.” His hands went up to cup your breasts squeezing them.
“What did you say about my tits filling with milk?”
Katsuki’s cheeks flushed a deep pink suddenly as he looked away. “Don’t be shy Kats, tell me, baby. You’re not the type to shy away honey.” You cooed gently grabbing his chin and moving his head so he could stare at you.
“Seeing you with Haruka made me think about us, what if we started a family?”
You bent down and kissed Katsuki deeply and passionately tangling your tongue with his creating a mirror shine of spit on your chins, when you pulled away you cupped both of his cheeks in your hands slightly squishing them together.
“Oh, Kats I would love to start a family with you, you’d make the best daddy.”
“I thought I already am the best daddy?” He teased with a cackle as he slapped your ass with a grin.
You giggled and opened your mouth to say something but Katsuki flipped so you were on your back now with him settling between your open legs.
“Before we do go,” he pulled his phone out sending a quick text before returning to your breasts, “I want to eat you up my sugar.”
A soft whine left your parted lips when Katsuki wrapped his lips around your nipple sucking the erect bud in his warm wet mouth, using his knees he parted your legs wider so he could settle in more, he popped your nipple from his mouth with a loud wet pop. “If I were to feel between your legs would I find you soaked?”
He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his hand was cupping your cunt, thumb brushing against your swollen bud. “Ah, just like I thought.”
Slowly he pressed two fingers against your slick opening before slowly sliding into his last knuckle with a filthy wet squelch, Katsuki loved to tease and make you whine so sweetly when he massaged your g-spot while rubbing your clit still with his thumb.
“I can’t wait until you’re all round and swollen sweetheart, I mean you’re so fuckable already but thinking about that makes me feral almost. Fuck.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head with the image of you heavily pregnant.
The last word of his sentence came out between gritted teeth thinking of you waddling around the house with his baby in your stomach, the idea alone was enough to make him cum.
“Fill me up then baby, I want all of your cum.” You whispered in his ear nibbling on the lobe and earning another deep growl thankful he told Eijiro to give him twenty more minutes and he’s already used half just to finger you, foreplay was a big thing to him, making sure you cum on his tongue to get a taste of you and to prep you for his cock that stretched and split you open.
“You want to be my little cum slut don’t you?” He asked watching your eyes glaze over already.
“Yes, sir, please.” You whined fisting his shirt trying to buck your hips.
“Sir? Maybe that’s what I should just call you from now on, my little cum slut. I want to fill you up so much that it just oozes out but we have to get ready.” He got off the bed and looked down at you, your hand drifting your stomach.
“Ah, come on sweetie. This was your idea, we can’t cancel them. Be a good girl and when we get home I’ll reward you.” He murmured.
Katsuki helped you off the bed letting you walk past him but not before he slapped your ass. “What if I don’t want to be a good girl?” You asked in a pouty voice as you walked to the closet.
“Then you’ll get punished.” He called out watching you sitting on the bed wondering for a moment if a quickie could help his stiff dick, and the thought of your ass jiggling under his palm made him even harder somehow, you loved it when he used a bit of heat to weave together the small trace of pain that blended in with the pleasure.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You shot back before coming out of the closet ready to go with a smile.
After you both were ready Katsuki called Eijiro who pulled into your driveway honking loudly with Sero and Denki who sat in the backseat already tipsy and music blasting from the speakers.
“I picked these two idiots up who pre-gamed at their house,” Eijiro said when Katsuki opened the door for you to slide into the passenger’s side but not before Denki pouted. “Sit with us!” He cried grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the car gently.
“Kaminari! I could’ve hit my head.” You cried landing in his lap with a giggle, your husband’s friends were also yours, and he knew that they would never cross the line but sometimes they sure do love to step on it sometimes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it and make it feel better.” He shot back.
Katsuki turned in his seat glaring at Denki. “I suggest you shut the fuck up Kamanari before I blow you to hell and keep your hands off my woman.”
“I feel like I have four children instead of one,” Eijiro murmured looking at the three of you in the backseat once you were settled between Sero and Denki Katsuki wanted to turn around and them to stop messing with you but he knew they meant no harm still knowing that you were with them and not him made him regret not putting you in the front seat, to begin with, but hearing you laugh was enough to make him stop.
As soon as Eijiro put the car in park Katsuki was already out and pulling you from the backseat once Denki got out first making sure to smack him upside the head and kick Sero in the ass sending them off toward the club.
“Go ahead, we’ll catch up.” Katsuki ignored your cry and waved his friends off, once they were out of earshot he pulled you to the back of Eijiro’s car.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you just who you belong to.” He replied like it wasn’t obvious.
“Huh?”
With his hand on your back and shoulder, he turned you around so you were bent over the trunk of the car.
“Katsuki! What-” He stopped you mid-sentence lifting your dress up and revealing your bare ass, large hands cupped the supple flesh squeezing and kneading, he stayed quiet behind you while his fingers trailed between your legs grazing your pussy making your knees buckle.
“Remember that you’re my wife, seeing you like that made me want to kill them” He broke off to sink two fingers inside your cunt, “this messy pussy is mine to fuck and suck and fill with my cum. Right?” He asked knowing the answer.
He brought down his hand slapping your ass leaving a stinging sensation behind before giving you a chance to answer. “Mhm! Kats!” You yelped trying to swat his hands away but he gripped your wrists and pinned your arms behind your back.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes!” You cried lifting your face from the cool metal of the trunk to look at Katsuki who was unzipping his pants and making sure no one was around, the last thing he needs is the media to catch wind of him fucking his wife in public, thankfully the car was in the darkest part of the parking lot.
“Yes, what?”
“Only you can suck and fuck and fill me up with cum, only you baby!” You whined wanting him as bad as he wanted you, the passion and chemistry was off the charts between you two, like iron striking iron there were sparks.
“Good girl.” He praised stroking himself seeing how wet you were under the harsh artificial light from the street lamp, a mewl parted your lips when you felt him spit on your cunt only to rub it in before he ran the tip of his cock between your lips before shallowly thrusting in a few times before bottoming out.
You felt so full when he stilled letting his ti[ kiss your cervix almost as if he was trying to reach your womb, the thickness and length of him never failed to make your head dizzy, especially in a position like this, it was amazing every time, the pain you welcomed because it always swirled in with pleasure that always topped everything else you felt.
His hand snaked up your shirt rubbing small circles in the small of your back. “So tight ‘f me, you’re such a good little cock sleeve aren’t you?” Katsuki grunted gripping your hips and digging his fingers into your skin.
“Yes! Please don’t stop! You feel so good, baby!” You whimpered backing your ass up on him knowing he was watching your ass jiggle.
He glanced down watching him slide in and out of you, the wet sucking of your pussy made his balls tighten up. Picking up the pace Katsuki bent his knees changing the angle. His fingers released your wrists to take purchase on your hips instead of bruising the tender flesh feeling how soft and plump you were under his touch.
“Going to cum so deep inside you-oh fuck- keep squeezing like that sweet girl, going to make sure to bred you as you deserve, always ‘s good for me.”
With a few more thrusts your climax burst open, and your walls spasmed and creamed on Katsuki’s dick leaving a white ring around his shaft moaning his name into the metal of the trunk whimpering his name.
His hips stilled for a moment burying himself further, neither of you could care of the consequences if someone were to see what you two were doing, flesh slapping against flesh, the creaking sounds of the car, or the loud pants from both of you.
“Kats!” You mewled feeling him cum deep in you, his head pressed against your cervix while slowly rocking his hips against you trying to keep it all inside.
“You okay?” He asked when he helped you up and straightened your dress pulling it down before kissing your head and letting you rest against him coming down from your high.
Once you were inside you went to the bathroom to clean up before joining the guys who were already seated with drinks as your husband watched your every single move.
“Thanks, baby.” You sighed sitting next to Katsuki, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, the smell of your perfume and sweat and sex wafted from you along with the fucked outlook in your eyes had him hard again but that would have to wait until later.
“Did you want to dance?” He whispered in your ear watching you look at the crowded dance floor, people gyrating against each other grinding to the music, with colorful lights shot from the ceiling thankfully he was able to spot a place on the floor where no one would recognize him.
“Yes, let’s go.”
“See you later fellas,” Katsuki said before leaving, he winked at his friends and let you drag him to the dance floor where he spun you around to press your back against his chest, both of his hands rested on your waist feeling your ass grind against him.
Snaking your arms around his neck your head fell back on his shoulders losing yourself in the moment, the soft touches of his fingers that trailed up your thigh sent waves of ecstasy through you buzzing all around, the beat of the music only amped the feeling coursing through the both of you.
Everyone melted away leaving just the two of you in a small bubble, turning in his arms you wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck pulling him in closer against you, his hands on your lower back while his eyes burned into yours intently.
Your heartbeat roared in your ears pushing away the music that slowly faded away until the only sound you could hear was the slow beat of your heart. All the love you feel for Katsuki poured from your lips that slotted against his in a soft kiss. “I love you, baby.” You whispered.
“I love you too sweetie.”
“Whew!” You giggled sitting back down at the booth next to Denki who handed you yet another shot.
“It’s so hot in here.” You whined fanning yourself leaning against your husband before peeling yourself off his shoulder, his warm body too much for you right now.
“Are you ready to go?” Eijiro asked everyone at the table, and all of them agreed but you weren’t ready to go just yet.
“Actually can I go order a water and dance one more time?” You turned to Katsuki and Eijiro blinking owlishly with a sweet smile making both of them groan, but you knew they couldn’t say no to you, especially your husband.
“One more then I’ll take you home, babysitter just called me to tell me Haruka keeps crying for me.”
“You’re such a good dad, Eijiro! Haruka loves you so much!” You gushed before standing up and kissing Katsuki on his cheek who watched you head to the bar noting the way your dress clung to the curve of your ass.
“You really got lucky,” Denki said looking at the same thing Katsuki was before tearing his gaze away knowing his friend would actually blow him to hell.
“Excuse me! Can I get a glass of water?” You asked the bartender who smiled and nodded his head, you sighed and sat on the barstool exhausted from all the dancing.
“You sure you don’t want to try the house special?” A voice rang out from beside you, turning your head you looked at the man who sat next to you. Swallowing you smiled and looked over at him, tall and kinda lanky but still cute with hair that was mused from him running his fingers through it.
“I think I’ve had enough. Thank you though, but is it good?”
He smiled and turned to face you, his eyes bright and wide, the most beautiful color of purple you’ve ever seen took in your tight dress before settling on the swell of your breast.
“It’s alright, this place was recommended to me. Do you come here often?” He asked in a voice that felt like you were eating smooth chocolate.
“I sure hope that isn’t your pickup line.” You snorted throwing your head back.
“No, I usually recite a poem.”
“Let’s hear it.” You gave him the time only because you felt a little tipsy, but nothing to the point where you couldn’t handle yourself.
“Roses are red, violets are fine, you be the six and I’ll be the nine.”
Your loud laugh caught everyone’s attention. “Sorry!” You told them and turned back to the man next to you who was laughing.
“That’s a good one.”
He quirked an eyebrow before tipping his beer back. “Did it work?”
“Not on me.” You replied grabbing your water from the bartender showing him the rock on your finger and hearing the man mumble a ‘Too bad’
“Is everything okay sweetie?” Katsuki asked placing a hand on the back of your neck leaning into you staring at the man sitting next to you.
“Oh, yes, I got my water.”
Katsuki saw the way the man was staring at you which only made his blood boil, he knows his friends are just playing and teasing, but a stranger? He didn’t like this one bit, his brash nature bubbling to the surface, the part of him Katsuki tried to mellow out but when it came to you he would kill anyone and burn the world down if you asked. “Are you ready to go?”
“Give me a second.” You drank your water before putting it down and waved at the man before walking away with Katsuki who kept asking you who that was hearing you tell him to all but to stop with the questions.
“Then why do you look like you just developed a crush?
“What?” You cried pressing your cold fingers to your face finding relief for your hot flesh that burned under the steady gaze of your husband who opened the back door of Eijiro’s car for you, he slid in next to you and placed his hand on your knee but stayed silent for the entire car ride up until he shut and locked the front door and kicked his boots off.
“Why are you so pissed?” You asked slipping your own shoes off with one hand on the wall for balance but he still ignored you as he walked towards the bedroom.
“Really?” You followed him and watched while he sat on the bed removing his jacket.
“So, you’re going to ignore me?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest but Katsuki grabbed your wrist pulling you down on his lap.
“Get naked.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter? Get naked.” He growled hooking a finger in each strap of your dress and pulling it down your shoulders slowly only to drag his fingertips back making random patterns, you shimmied out of the dress bunching it around your waist.
You looked at him feeling your pussy all but clench and gush, seeing this side of him made you fall more in love with him, he knew you weren’t flirting with the stranger but he didn’t appreciate the fucking look he gave you.
Katsuki cupped your breasts in his hands pressing them together. “Just wait until your tits fill with milk, I can’t wait to suck them dry.” He murmured nuzzling his face between them before pulling away to look at you.
“Get on your hands and knees on the bed but make sure you look in the mirror.” He demanded giving the fat of your thighs a slight squeeze.
Scrambling out of his lap you crawled onto the mattress and got into position facing the mirror hanging from the back of the bathroom mirror, your hair was all mused and the mascara you applied earlier smudged under your eyes, cringing at your reflection you watched Katsuki get behind you shirtless, he held your gaze in the mirror and watched as he pulled your dress down to your knees. He moved back to stare at your cunt with a lazy grin.
“So pretty, I can’t wait to see my cum seeping from your pussy.”
His words made you clench around nothing making Katsuki laugh a little before spitting on your pussy that still seeped his cum from earlier, harsh fingers rubbed the saliva in tracing your slit barely prodding the tense muscles, a whine parted your lips feeling two fingers thrust inside stroking and curling, he watched your face in the mirror seeing how you bit your lip with closed eyes gripping the blanket below.
His fingers brushed your g-spot gently massaging making you cry out which he loves. Watching you come undone for him and become so submissive for him made him hard, or when you want to take control and boss him around, something about it gave him the world’s biggest hard-on.
Removing his fingers from you he watched and made sure you were looking in the mirror to see him suck on his fingers that were drenched in your slick, his eyes rolled in the back of his head tasting you, Katsuki got off the bed quickly, and pulled his pants off then joined you again this time settling his hips against your ass. “Keep watching, I want you to see how much you love taking my cock.”
In a slow single thrust, Katsuki bottomed out feeling your cunt open wider for him molding around his cock, walls gripping him so perfectly. Both of you let out low groans. “Mhm! Katsuki!” Hearing you moan he gripped your hips and rocked slowly against you,
“Watch.” He demanded grabbing a handful of your hair and pulled your head up, you frantically looked in the mirror and let him pull you against him, pressing your back to his chest, the fingers that held your hair found themselves in your mouth.
“You look so cute being fucked, you know that? And you especially look cute covered in cum, like a little cum rag.”
All you could was nod your head and suck on his fingers, saliva dripping down his hand but neither of you could care. Katsuki slowed the pace easing in and out of your dripping pussy creating lewd noises, his lips by your ear whispering dirty things that made you whine against the digits in your mouth. “I’m going to make sure you never think about anything else again, only my cock as you bounce on it. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Yeth!”
Your reply made him chuckle hearing you pant and moan for him. His slick fingers trailed down your body between your breasts then over your stomach all the way down to your clit which he pinched and then rubbed in slow circles. “Look at how compliant you are sweetie, melting under my touch. Would you do that for anyone else?”
“No! Only you!” You cried feeling the pressure in your stomach begin to crack, your orgasm riding dangerously high.
“Fuck! Kats! I-” With one last stroke of your clit you came walls pulsating ripping Katsuki into his first climax. He groaned pushing you back down on the bed to stroke himself inside of you filling you with his cum again. Once he collected himself he flipped you to your back. His eyes were full of lust and want, Katsuki grabbed both legs tightly holding them open.
“Open your pretty mouth, sweetie.”
Parting your lips you felt him release your leg to scoop the mixture of cum leaking from your cunt, “Mhm.” He murmured pulling his fingers apart watching the cum string between them before sticking them in your mouth, the taste of him and you heavy on your tongue. You were so entranced with the staring contest you barely felt anything else but when he thrust into you again harder this time your eyes rolled to the back of your head, fingers wrapped around his wrist as you sucked harder.
Katsuki fucked you rough, every drive of his hips made your tits bounce, you moaned and writhed under him bucking your hips to meet his both of you moaning each other’s names lost in pleasure, the feeling of being connected in such a way left you breathless as you stared up at your husband, his blonde hair falling over his forehead, eyes barely open and lips parted. He looks so beautiful and primal.
You moaned cumming again. “Already?” Katsuki teased. All your muscles tightened painfully before you creamed around his dick, leaving the creamy ring he loved so much especially to see you lick his cock clean after fucking you but this time he wanted to keep it inside you.
Katsuki collapsed onto you sweaty and panting trying to catch his breath while making sure he didn’t crush you under him. “I’m pretty sure my legs are rubber at this point.” You giggled turning your head to look at him, he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.
“A reminder that you’re my wife.”
“You don’t have to remind me, Kats, I know I’m your wife and I love you.”
“I know, I love you too I’m just selfish when it comes to you.” He said in a soft tone pulling you into his side letting his rough fingertips rub your bare back until you both were ready to take a bath and fall back into bed.
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Never Changed
Another song-spo fic. Been feeling Knoxville heavy these past few days. Saw an edit by someone of tik tok of him during the Gumball Rally with this song…brain rot occurred.
WC 1.2K
Warnings: angst, flirting, semi-established on and off relationship, smoking, drinking, making out, groping etc. 18+
Song: Change (In the House of Flies) by the Deftones
I tried my best making the reader as body neutral as possible, still working on improving!
pabtsblueliving © 2023
You and Knox had been on and off for years.
It was cat and mouse for as long as you could remember.
You were a well known model, walking for Versace, Gucci, and Mugler since 2004. You somehow got roped into the Jackass crew when you had went to the first premier of the movie which was a backyard BBQ with celebrities left and right, playboy models and hustler girls walking around everywhere you looked.
Youd shown up with friends, Knoxville stealing you to say hi right after youd grabbed a drink.
“Big fan” He smiled, god that smile
“Likewise” you spoke, shaking his hand.
I watched you change, into a fly
I looked away, you were on fire.
It was breaking up and making up, every few months. Youd fuck, youd fight, youd see him in the tabloids with a new blonde the next day. Then after your declaration of finally being “done with him”...He’d show up backstage of your latest runway show.
I watched a change in you, It's like you never had wings
Now, you feel so alive, I've watched you change
Bam Margera had invited your best friend to come to the bar the Jackass Crew and himself were at in New York City. You knew he would be there, and you told yourself no…don't feel into his ego…don't show him, he still had you wrapped around his finger.
“Come on, Y/N, seriously…for me? You know ive been into Bam lately…And you know all those guys anyways! Who cares if Johnny will be there” Your friend, Melissa, had a big grin, batting her lashes at you.
You looked at her and let your head fall back as you sighed,
“Fine…Mel, alright I'll come. For. An. Hour” You pointed in her face, walking to your suitcase to pick out something to wear.
She landed a big kiss on your cheek, and you laughed.
“Y/N, holy shit I love you, I will totally owe you a drink at the bar!” She gleaned, running to put her shoes on.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, fluffing your hair. You'd thrown on your outfit Finishing the look with your harness motorcycle boots, and that one final…accessory.
His belt
God, you'd stolen that belt from him two years ago and he hasn't asked about it back since. The jewelry around your neckline and wrists clanged together as you reached for it.
It was black, some studs, and his old red Waylon Jennings belt buckle on it. You were wearing it, you had to. Mess with him a little, tease a little, maybe piss him off…who knows what wearing this belt would do to you.
I took you home, Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings, Then I laughed
You and Melissa walked into the dive bar in Brooklyn. You had looked around, spotting Wee-man hand standing on the bar while also funneling a beer.
You and Melissa couldn't help but to groan while laughing, what the hell did we get ourselves into.
“Well, well, I knew you’d be here.” You hear a familiar, Pennsylvanian accent slur.
Melissa turned around, and smiled, giving him a hug. You still had no idea if he had said that to you, or his date who’d finally arrived.
Bam smiled and hugged Melissa, then looked up at you in their embrace, and spoke
“Yeah, I'm talking to you.” He laughed, and Melissa pulled away. “Good luck” He said, accent prominent, and pulling Melissa on his arm towards the other guys.
Melissa looked back and cringed, mouthing ‘Sorry’ as she continued to walk with Bam. A few minutes later, youre standing at the end of the bar, chin in your hand, waiting for your much needed gin and tonic.
“...So that’s where my belt has been, huh.” You heard that voice, his voice, shit, compose yourself a bit, dont turn around yet.
You kept yourself facing the bartender, feeling Johnny’s looming figure just inches behind you.
“Yeah, well…” You turned around, straw in your lips.
“I always thought it looked better on me, no?” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, taking another sip.
I watched a change in you, It's like you never had wings
Now, you feel so alive, I've watched you change
He looked down at you, and tilted his sunglasses down.
“I take it back…you look quite lovely tonight, Rabbit.” He said softly, taking off his sunglasses fully.
That nickname, he's playing a dangerous game, but he's playing it just right
“Starting already, Knox?” You couldn't help but to smile, you two were like magnets whenever you were five feet within the same space together.
“Whaaat, Y/N…you’re being mean tonight…are you breaking up with me?” He joked, smiling after his last few words.
“Don’t you wanna catch up?” His arms slapped against his thighs, grabbing his beer from the bar and taking a sip.
“What to hear about the next blonde youre seeing?” You rolled your eyes, “Dont think im too interested, Knox.
I look at the cross, then I look away
“Hey…come on now, that's over with…” He stepped closer, you're now trapped between him and the bar. “Come have a smoke with me…” He grinned, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.
I'm in for it, and now I'm crossing a path that's near impossible to turn around on.
He lit your stick, then his. You had your back against the brick wall, him leaning on the wall on his side, on arm holding him up above his head.
You both took a drag, making eye contact, not breaking with the other. He exhaled his smoke, stepping closer, his hand with the cigarette stroking the side of your face, thumb going over your lip.
“I always forget how gorgeous you are, rabbit…” he pulled up your chin as you took another drag
“How do we,” You exhaled the smoke, “always end up like this, huh, John?”
Your mind was fuzzy, you had a buzz, desire.
“Maybe this is just…meant to be.” He took your cigarette and put it out, grabbing your waist and pulling you in for a smoldering kiss.
You gasped, usually you're able to fend him off for at least another hour. But, the inevitable is going to happen.
You pulled him in by his belt buckle, whining into the kiss. The feeling of his tongue shooting straight to your core. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, your favorite.
Give you the gun Blow me away
I watched a change in you It's like you never had wings
His right hand sneaked down, and grabbed a handful of your ass slowly, and he groaned. You took this opportunity to stick your tongue between his lips and grab a handful of his hair.
“PJ” You whined…taking a breath
“Baby, come on, baby, if you call me that you know this will be a long night…” He grabbed you by the chin.
You held his belt buckle, teasing the trail of hair leading down under his dickies.
“So let be long, Knox…” You smiled.
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Reasons Why Not To Train While Sick {@sicktember}
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Ships: Kai/Morro
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Description: Kai’s constant sniffling is getting on Morro’s last nerve.
{Sicktember 2022 Day 10: Excessive Use of Tissues/“Blow Your Nose”}
Morro wasn’t sure what was more annoying, the loud sneezing or the constant sniffling. The specter was always known to have a bit of a shorter fuse than most. He was just so easily irritated by even the smallest of things. Especially things that broke his concentration. Things like his boyfriend’s obnoxious sniffling.
Morro gave a hard round kick to the training dummy, its head flying clean off and ramming into the other wall. He then snapped his head towards Kai with a glare.
“Dude!” the master of fire hissed out between sniffles. “What the fuck, those aren’t cheap.” His comment lacked any actual venom. Instead, filled too much with snot.
“You are the most frustrating creature in all the sixteen realms,” Morro hissed out at him.
“What the hell did I do?” Kai asked, confused. He gave another harsh sneeze and groaned.
Morro felt his eye twitch at the sound. The same disgusting sound that had been plaguing him for the last hour of training. He ran a hand down his face with a groan. “One day you’re going to be the reason I fall to corruption again.” He put up his raining bow and grabbed Kai’s wrist, near violently shoving him through the doors.
“Woah, where are we going?”
“I’m throwing your ass to bed and suffocating you with tissues,” Morro gritted out as they walked.
Kai gave another loud sneeze as they walked down the halls and Morro shoved the other into his room.
“Lay down-“
“I’m not a dog.”
Morro gave the other a glare that clearly didn’t leave room for argument. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled before leaving through the wall.
Kai watched him go and sighed. He wasn’t really sure how he felt to have the ghost care for him while he was sick. They’d only just started dating less than a month ago and Morro himself had only been back in Ninjago’s realm for a little over a year. Things were better than they had been but sometimes it still felt odd.
Morro wasn’t as horrible a person as everyone thought initially. At least, he wasn’t when he stopped acting like a jackass for two minutes. And Kai wasn’t that stupid. He knew he could also be a jerk sometimes. Maybe that was why they got along so well. They were similar but just different enough that it didn’t always feel like looking in a mirror ready to rip him bare to the world.
And maybe Kai did kinda like him. After they’d beat the shit out of each other a couple times at least. To be fair, that was forever ago. And warranted. On both sides actually but Kai wouldn’t admit that out loud.
Either way, he still did as he was told. Well, mostly. He sat on his bed not really feeling the need to completely lay down. When Morro came back it was through the door, probably not wanting to bother with the annoyance of phasing physical objects through walls. He’d complained of the ordeal the other week, the thought still bringing Kai a chuckle.
Morro looked up at the sound. “The hell are you laughing about?”
“You.”
The comment only earned him a glare. Morro dropped a freshly opened box of tissues onto Kai’s lap and began ripping open a box of DayQuil.
“Where did you get this stuff?” Kai asked with another sniffle, not remembering it ever being bought.
“Despite the rest of you clowns being useless at anything that isn’t waving around your elements like circus animals, Zane and Nya do actually keep this place stocked with necessities.” He finally was able to pull the pills out of their cardboard prison before throwing down one next to Kai on the bed. “Now blow your damn nose before I lose my shit.”
“Why? Don’t think the sound of snot is sexy? Shouldn’t you be cooing over me and fluffing my pillows?”
“I will throw you into the ocean.”
Kai only let out a loud laugh at that. The sound making Morro visibly relax. The specter spun on his heel and let himself fall back onto the bed next to the ninja.
Kai took up the tissues and started to try and blow the sick from his nostrils as best he could before popping out the medication and throwing that back.
“You should take off training for a day or so and rest,” Morro said as he stared up at Kai’s ceiling from where he laid.
“It’s just the sniffles,” Kai replied before looking down at the other with a knowing smirk. “Why? You care about me or somethin’?”
“Yes,” was Morro’s only reply.
The bluntness of it caught Kai off guard. It really shouldn’t have. Morro was like this. One second it was all snapping hisses like an angry ally cat and the next it was blunt declarations of whatever was on his mind, affectionate or otherwise. Morro was weird, Kai decided. The ninja laid back on his arm as he stared at the other.
Morro must have felt the gaze after a moment, finally turning from the ceiling to look at him.
Kai moved to run a hand into Moro’s scattered hair. The first touch felt empty. Like touching mist or a cloud. When Morro realized what he was doing, he fully solidified his form, allowing Kai to feel the coarse strands of black that spread over his comforter like waves. It still felt off. Like not completely real. Like those dreams that feel too real to be dreams but too fake to be real.
Maybe that’s just what Morro was. A dream, a memory of a life. Kai tried not to think about it too often. After all, he was dating a dead guy. Not that his life wasn’t already really fucking weird. Kissing ghosts was just par for the course, it seemed.
Speaking of, Kai thought to himself before lowering his head to steal a kiss from the other.
Morro didn’t move away from it, but he did comment, “Gross. Don’t give me your germs.”
Only making Kai give out another laugh.
#ninjago#morro#kai smith#destinyshipping#sickfic#sicktember#sicktember 2022#fan fic#fan fiction#mywriting
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Chapter Five: The Shrine/An Argument Pt. 9
The second glass of winter wine was downed and slammed by the Autumn Mist, he knew it was going to be a long and painful ride to the meeting as well as the foreseeable future. As the Autumn Mist sought the comforts from the wine, back in the nursery dorm, the other young aislings gathered around the new batch sister, trying to make heads or tails of the situation. The one called Tinne sat in his bottom bunk bed looking upset and angry at the entire situation. Rightfully so as Tinne had wanted his younger batch sister back, not a replacement batch sister. Glaring hatefully at the replacement, Tinne plotted in his bunk, tail lashing back and forth in thought.
The newly made aisling clung tightly to a rag doll as a larger puca aisling came up to her, dragging another dullahan aisling with her. The Puca, the same sort of fae as the Summer Dusk, gave a wide mischievous but friendly smile as her downy black fur fluffed up a bit.
“Hey, I’m Ruis and this is Ngetal, you wanna play with us? We’re gonna get some snacks.” Ruis the puca aisling greeted as she pulled at the arm of Ngetal to get them to say hi.
“That’s a really cute doll you have…” Ngetal shyly said as they moved to hide behind Ruis.
“Yeah nice stupid doll!” Tinne said, suddenly appearing behind the new aisling, snatching the cloth toy away from her before disappearing and reappearing right on top of the bookshelf.
“Tinne stop being such a turd or I’m gonna tell on you to one of the caregivers!” Ruis yelled up at Tinne as he left the doll on the top shelf, reappearing to the others on ground level.
“Try it, she’s not our batch sister, she can’t teleport like us.” Tinne sneered as he went back to his bunk feeling appeased with his actions.
“No, I want Missy back!” The new aisling cried as she reached her small hands up at the bookshelf before retracting her hands in horror after seeing they don’t look like her original hands anymore.
Ruis and Ngetal went to comfort the new aisling the best they could while Tinne sat in his bunk smugly before a hard, sharp punch sent him flying backwards. Clutching her fist was a very human looking aisling with black feather like hair as she glared at Tinne with her ruby red eyes. Tinne was stunned and scared, though she was younger than him. Normally calm and reserved, this aisling was one of the most promising swan maidens of that generation, her ruthless fighting skills and intimidation well known outside of the district.
“Just because the new aisling isn’t pod born like we were or have the same batch talent like us, doesn’t mean you get to torture her like that.” The horrifying aisling hissed right at Tinne who was cowering before her, her language skills reaching beyond her age group’s.
“But you heard our Overseer, Muin! Those jackasses replaced Gort! Why should we accept her!?” Tinne argued, getting into the fetal position in a bodily reflex.
“Because it’s not her fault that this happened, THAT’S why. If you want to play the blame game though, I’ll gladly blame you for what happened since YOU were the one to pick a fight with Gort in the first place!” Muin growled, looking very vicious as she pointed it out to Tinne in the harshest of manners.
Muin turned her back to Tinne who started cradling himself in fear and guilt as she teleported to fetch the cloth doll from the top shelf. Tapping the shoulder of the crying aisling, Muin carefully returned the cloth doll, quickly being hugged by the crying aisling the moment it was returned.
“Hey, I’m sorry for Tinne there, he’s a giant meat head. I’m Muin, your new big batch sister. What’s your name?” Muin asked as she comforted her new batch sister.
“I’m Victoria….” Victoria whimpered softly, her voice cracking a bit from the crying.
“That’s a pretty name, I promise to protect you from Tinne from now on, alright Victoria?” Muin said as she ruffled Victoria’s head a bit in a comforting manner.
“Okay..” Victoria answered, giggling a bit at the head ruffling.
“Oh and Tinne, the moment I turn one hundred and get my starter knife throwing set, I’m using you as the target.” Muin said darkly as she looked right at Tinne who was already hiding himself under the blanket.
#Fullmetal Alchemist#FMA 03#FMA Fan Fiction#Fan Fiction#Writing#The Wayfarer#Envy the Jealous#Envy#Lust the Lascivious#Lust#Gluttony the Voracious#Gluttony#OCs#Homunculus#Homunculi
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This is on Matlock now and he's in character almost it's only a little bit away from what he has to look like. It also on the news and he looks the part already and she does a little in the black hair switch is easy as part of the blue eyes stuff and she's also a Matlock as a girl but it looks more like yourself. Apparently Tommy F might be Matlock it's kind of shocker but they look similar the races. And you can see it when he is in his John Cena character and he looks closer when he's transforming into a black man believe it or not but it's really not too far off so there he is with the girl and it really kind of ruined this whole thing but it's starting up shortly I robot is a huge movie it reveals all the robots of trumpsters and Trump and it does get them all killed and we think it kicks off War of the world's a bit too and a bit more than people think because the robots are down below and Jason Watson and tries to put saucers overhead to threaten for them so it's before they go away and it's already started. There are other things happening our son is under duress is getting bit by bugs all the time and these assholes are relentless it's time to hit them for good and really really hit them we're starting to figure out what to do with them and pretty much and it's going to be a full day of activities for them. I'm coming in there too and we are doing construction and it is a lot of work. Your many movies that are starting but one of the world's is huge and all the mob movies have to begin we're going to start trucking and they're going to start to try and intercept trucks that's what they want to do some of the trucks will be by Mac and he's in there because he's opposing them and that makes more sense
Thor Freya
Yes we're trying to truck stuff now and he's going to truck a lot of stuff so we're going to have to deal with the pressure but we have to or we won't we'll be able to deal with the pressure so it's a catch 22 but it's when you can solve really
Mac daddy
I kind of came up with this idea because you have to ship it it'll take the pressure so we start shipping it and they'll start shipping it and will feel the pressure and we'll see what it is rather than know nothing you have to start doing that on a few things and we're going to go ahead with it now and we have things to ship and we'll start and then we'll feel the pressure and recover I'm going to go ahead with it
Ben Arnold
We ship a lot of food I don't bother that much and we don't mix it with stuff so don't get hassled but if we ship other stuff they'll probably start bothering the food cuz they're stupid and they'll think they can eat people and it's going to be dumb to hear it even though it's still shipping the food the idiots will probably start yelling it and they're going to get killed so we're going to start yesterday a little bit the day before and they are getting creamed and they are thinking Mafia and we will take them down
Thor Freya
He's right you're stupid Brad we need things to take down this huge behemoth with if anything we need others to go in first and you're stupid
Miley Cyrus
Sort of get something where bunch of fluffing off jackasses and sit around and do nothing people well we have a plan and involves robots and it's not just Trump's robots and we appreciate if you stop having us fight them
Brad
Are you talking to me little s*** head
Zues Hera
No I guess not and they're not our robots I understand I'm going undercover because I have to someone's going to force it and it's not you I got to flip in mouth and telling everybody off a lot of people are and you're right we shouldn't say it to you let me say it to others and worst stuff happens when you say to you I don't want to do this and I don't know how it happens it's one of the most f***** up things I've heard in my life I guess we're planning to threaten you with it so it's happening and they found out about it so they're free to use it and they're using the threat and having us do it but you can't do anything about it you say cuz we're unreasonable people and it's probably true
Brad
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[10:02pm] k.ys
Tw: Mind numbing fluf, this was fun to write ngl, v cute, blushy yeosang, extroverted reader.
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“So who else is gonna be there?” You ask with excitement.
“Well, San and us. Then Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho, I think Seonghwa and Hongjoong are busy though,” Wooyoung counts of on his fingers, “oh, and Yeosang obviously!” He finishes with a smile. You do your best not to show the disappointment on your face, but Wooyoung knew better.
“What’s wrong with Yeosang?” He asks with an arched brow.
“Nothings wrong with him! I just don’t think he likes me very much.” You admit, tuning your head to your feet as you keep walking.
In truth, you’ve had a crush on Yeosang from the first time you met him. But you can never quite forget how when you came up to him that night asking him for his number with a smile, he had just stared at you. It was so embarrassing. He didn’t even say no, he just looked at you with an expression so blank you honestly thought he hadn’t heard you at first. That was until he had gotten up and left you at the table without another word.
But alas, he was Wooyoung’s best friend, so avoiding him was hard, and ignoring him when he looked so pretty every time you see him is damn near impossible. You tried to be friendly with him, you really did. Pretending like the first night had never happened seemed to be the best way to go. But still to this day he rarely even looked at you, much less responded to you. You got maybe a word out of him at a time if you were lucky.
To your surprise, Wooyoung started laughing his characteristic high-pitched laugh. You frowned at him and continued walking.
“You this Yeosang hates you?” He choked out through his laugh.
“I didn’t say hate!” You began, although you kind of expected he did, “I just think he prefers it if I wasn’t around.”
Wooyoung looked at you again in amazement.
“Trust me, he doesn’t hate you.” He said, and although his laughter was dying down there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
“And what does that mean.” You ask, unable to see what was so funny.
“It’s not important,” he giggles.
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Later that night you find yourself out to dinner with the rest of your friends who could make it. And of course, by some divine intervention (otherwise known as Wooyoung) you are stuck at the end of the table, with none other than Yeosang sitting to your right. Jongho was across from you, but you had a feeling he was on special orders from Woo to not talk to you because you were now sat in awkward silence.
You did your best not to pout at the others at the table as they chatted away, completely ignoring you, but even you could feel the scowls on your face. The whole situation was made even worse by the fact that Yeosang looked as perfect as always. He quietly ate his dinner without a care in the world and it annoyed you to no end how even when forced to sit next to you, he would rather stare into his plate than even look at you.
Once or twice during dinner, you saw him glacé at you from the corner of his eye, but nothing came of it at all. He was probably just wondering why you were being so quiet. If anything he was probably great full for it, as you had always suspected that was the reason he ignored you. Which didn’t make any sense in itself, Wooyoung was his best friend, how could talking be the thing that set him off. Though perhaps he got enough of that from him. Still, it wasn’t your fault. You frowned even deeper at the thought and continued to push your food around your plate, having long since lost your appetite. Only more annoyed when a certain pretty boy glanced at you again.
Walking home wasn’t much better either. Whatever game the others were playing by forcing you to get along with Yeosang was kept on as your little group made its way through the park. Everyone else surging ahead, leaving you both in the dust with at least a few feet to spare.
You were surprised when he kept pace with you, though it was dark, and you doubt the others would appreciate it if he left you behind and he knew that as well.
After a few minutes of distinct laughter coming from the group ahead of you, you expect even Yeosang was tired of the awkward silence. That is the only way you can reason as to why he spoke up.
“Are you feeling ok?” He asked in his quiet deep voice. He glanced at you, before turning away quickly. Though you should be excited that he is speaking with you, you only felt more upset.
“And what’s it to you?” You spat back with a scowl. At your words, Yeosang’s head whipped around to face you. It was too dark to see his exact features, but his wide eyes shown clearly in the dim light. He looked shocked. If you were in a better mood you would have apologized as he clearly looked shocked, but you didn’t. He turned away and looked twords the ground.
“Well, umm, you looked a little off at dinner tonight and you weren’t talking much so I-“ he trailed off, gaze rooted to the ground.
“Oh and I bet you enjoyed that,” you grumbled. You didn’t feel any real animosity towards the man. How could you? Especially with your harbored crush, but you still said the words. At this Yeosang stopped dead in his tracks, and you had to do the same. There was a street lamp only a few feet away so you could see him a little better now. The only expression on his face was confusion.
“Why would I enjoy that?” He asked, almost too quiet to hear, even with the voices of your friends fading as they got further away.
Now it was your turn to look confused. You shook your head a bit with a laugh before looking at Yeosang again.
“Because you don’t like me?” It came out as a question, and you quickly tried to qualify it, “listen, I know that we’re both in the same group of friends and everything but I don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to me, I know I can be a bit much sometimes and I-“ this time you cut yourself off because Yeosang’s face was twisting into something completely other than agreement. It was disappointment.
He waited for you to fall silent before looking down and kicking his shoe against the pavement with a sigh. He muttered something that sounds like “-idiot” and you briefly started to get angry with him again before he spoke up.
“I don’t hate you,” he mumbled. He looked up ever so briefly before his gaze flew back to his shoes. You could faintly see him biting his lower lip and if you didn’t know better you would almost think he was? Blushing?
“Then why-?” You trailed off, surely looking stupid with how flabbergasted you felt. It’s not like you expected him to tell you outright how much he disliked you, but this? It felt way too sincere.
“It’s because he likes you!” You heard Wooyoung shout from a safe distance away. You whipped around to face the rest of the group, only just now noticing that they had come to a stop to watch your exchange. Wooyoung had his hand up to his mouth to help his voice carry, not that he needed it. His word sunk in slowly.
You had half a mind to run and punch him for making fun of you, because there was absolutely no way that The Kang Yeosang could possibly like you, especially with how you talked his ear off for months on end when you were still trying to befriend him. You blushed bright red. You turned back to Yeosang, ready to tell him to ignore Wooyoung, but Yeosang was blushing as well. Far more than he had been before, possibly more than you. He was biting his lower lip again. Staring at you, waiting for your reaction.
And then the realization sunk in. The Kang Yeosang liked you as well. You whipped back to Wooyoung.
“Wooyoung you jackass!” You hollered, flinging your arm in the air for good measure. He had fingered out your crush on his friend a long while ago apparently. Then you turned to face Yeosnag again. You heard your friends laughing in the distance. He looked mortified.
“I-I’m sorry, you don’t have to say anything. I know I have been a-“
“Yeosang, please let me say something.” You cut him off. You said with a smile. He looked surprised, still deeply embarrassed, but surprised. And still incredibly pretty, but you put that thought aside for a moment.
“Yeosang, I like you.” You began, “in fact, I have since the day I met you, which is rather pathetic on my part but let’s ignore that for now.” You continued with a laugh.
The man stood frozen. The seconds passed. And then he cracked the tiniest hint of a smile.
“Oh,” he started, as if coming out of a trance, “well,” he paused again to look away before turning back, his pink cheeks shining in the light from the streetlamp, “would you like too-“ he trailed off.
“Yes, yes I would.”
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Cheshire! Cheshire please!
There was something about having the long cardboard tube in your hands that made you feel.. dangerous.
It was probably due to the fact that it was so lightweight that you could swing it with ease while the length of the tube gave you plenty of reach. Such a deadly and efficient weapon was not meant for the hands of mere mortals, and yet one has found itself within your grasp after you finished off a thing of wrapping paper.
..As well as in the hands of your favorite skeleton.
Now armed with the tube and your warrior spirit, you took a carefully crafted stance based off of the tons of samurai films you two had been indulging in these past few weeks, while staring down the smug cat boy across the room.
“foolish,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “to think someone like you would come forth to challenge me. you’re nothing but a fool!”
“Maybe so,” you replied calmly, positioning your hands better while watching for any signs of movements on Sans’ end. “But this fool is determined to beat you.”
“ufufufu~” he chuckled, giving you a cheeky smile. “fine. i see that the time to talk is over, so now we must speak with our swords!”
“Tubes.”
“don’t ruin the moment!” he huffed, his ears fluffing out a bit before he surprisingly leaped towards you.
You strafed left, nearly missing a blow to your head as San’s paper tube whipped by with impressive speeds. There was a small moment of opportunity where you saw an opening, so you swung..
..only to be met with the sounds of your tubes clashing as Sans quickly blocked your strike.
Damn he was fast.
Of course it didn’t surprise you having spent years tailing after this quirky skeleton while trying to film all of his goofy antics, but still..
He wasn’t holding back, especially as he drew back before unleashing another rapid strike. This time it just barely grazed you as you moved your head, the feeling of cardboard sliding against your cheek making it sting slightly from the friction, but you moved again before he could try to move his tube again smack you.
“i told you it was foolish to challenge me!” he laughed as you put some distance between the two of you, your apartment seeming much smaller now that you were locked in battle. “you’re too slow to keep up.”
“But there’s still a chance for me to knock you down in one blow,” you said smoothly, straightening yourself up and once again staring down the skeleton across from you as you raised your cardboard tube.
He frowned, clearly annoyed by your calm attitude and declarations, but he still readied up his stance once more as a brief moment of silence fell between you.
And then you struck.
The pop sound that followed of your cardboard tubes striking was rather loud, nearly making you wonder if you swung too hard, but Sans held his ground.
“i told you it was useless!” he huffed dramatically, fending off your blow rather impressively.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” you replied, finding a smile pulling on to your features.
He inhaled sharply, his face scrunching at your words before he puffed his cheeks out.
“liar,” he laughed, “you’re out of tricks?”
“Oh? What if I threatened to kiss you.”
“...huh?”
He still retained his resistance but his eyesockets had gone wide as he started at you in shock.
“What if I threatened to kiss y-”
“i-!” he hissed, his expression contorting from surprise to irritation as he bared his teeth at you, just enough to see his fangs poke through. “ i heard you the first time!”
“Then?”
“then what?! it’s not like you actually would you dummy!” he huffed. “stars i swear i hate that you can say shit so casually like that sometimes..”
“I’m being serious.”
“no you’re not you jackass!”
“I am,” you said just as simply as before, but this time putting more pressure on to your paper tube as you felt Sans slowly losing his grip.
“liar!” he hissed again, trying his best to regain his grip and footing, but slowly losing as that familiar pink blush on his cheeks grew deeper.\
You drew your face closer, knowing fully well you were risking being scratched by the pricking cat boy in front of you, but you just couldn’t resist.
“..Sans..” you said softly, instantly making the skeleton shrink back and squeeze his eyes shut.
.......
...
...
BOP!
“yeooooooooow!” he cried dramatically despite the fact that you barely bopped him on the head. “ahhh i knew it! i knew you were going to-!”
“Sorry,” you replied with a laugh.
“the fuck you are!” he growled, throwing down his tube and now brandishing his claws at you. “you’re terrible, you know that! awful! the absolute worst! i'm tired of putting up with your shit! it’s time i teach you not to pull a cat’s tail!”
“Mercy please,” you said casually while throwing your hands up and tossing the paper tube to the side.
“fuck you!”
“Will you give me a chance to apologize properly before you tear me to shreds?”
“...”
“Please?” you added, clasping your hands together.
“ugh, fine.. but only if you grovel at my feet and beg for forgiveness,” he huffed, crossing his arms and closing his eyesockets while letting out an extra ‘hmph’ for emphasis.
“Then..” you said gently, taking a few steps closer to him, “I’m very, very, very sorry Chessy.”
Then you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead where you bopped him.
.......
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..........................
“You ok?”
“no,” he fumed, his face bright pink as he still kept his arms firmly crossed and eyesockets squeezed shut tight.
“Should I apologize again?”
“no...! you’re-! gross! ....and icky,” he fumbled out quietly. “now i probably have cooties from you.”
“Hmm, I think you need at least two kisses to get cooties,” you hummed playfully. “So.. come here.”
“huh..? what!? n-no!!”
“You can’t escape me Cheshire, I’m going to infect you with my cooties.”
“nooo!! nononono! i don’t want your icky gross cooties alice, lemme go!”
“It’s too late~.”
“AHHH! YAMEROOO!”
Funnily he enough he didn’t try to hard to escape your grasp, especially knowing he could shortcut right out of there any time he wanted.
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Penelope/Colin: “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”
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How about a modern AU for this one? Just cause.
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It all started because of the pandemic.
He’d been perfectly happy traveling. It’s not like he had anything else to occupy his time. He wasn’t particularly talented and he didn’t have any hobbies or interests. Aside from eating but he doubted his mother would approve of him becoming one of those professional hot dog eaters and he didn’t care enough for the piddly portions of fine dining to become a food critic.
The only thing that truly distracts him from his lack of drive or ambition is traveling — learning about the world and it’s many cultures.
He has journal after journal full of his discoveries and experiences. Travel is really his only love.
Which is why he’d stopped and started his studies so many times. He took a year between high school and college to backpack through Europe. Then another year after freshman year to “study abroad”, not that he actually studied. Which is why his mother forced him to come back and finish his third year stateside. After that, he’d set off traveling again. Every year he found another excuse not to come home for any longer than a month or two, allowing him to put off his final year.
It’s not as if he’s getting a degree in anything useful. He’s an English major. And it’s not as if his career isn’t already decided for him. Upon graduation he’ll be given an office at Bridgerton Family Publishing. Doing what? Well, no one knows. Not even him.
So, what’s the rush?
He’d still be gone abroad right now if not for COVID forcing him to return home. God, he hates 2020. What a waste of a year. He came home too late for the spring 2020 term so he’s spent the last several months going absolutely crazy.
He’s a man of the world who is not being allowed to go out and see it. He can’t imagine anything more cruel.
Actually, no, he takes that back. There’s one thing:
Using the time he’s forced to stay in Mayfair to discover he’s completely and stupidly in love with his little sister’s best friend.
The friend who overheard him, last time he was home for any considerable length of time, declaring to his brothers that he would never be interested in her.
Because, of course, Colin Bridgerton is a colossal jackass who doesn’t know a good thing when it’s been staring him in the face his entire life.
There’s laughter coming from the direction of the foyer. Very distinctive laughing. One high and tinkling like a pretty little bell and the other deeper and hoarser. The alto to the other’s soprano. The alto in this case is his younger sister, Eloise, and the soprano is Penelope.
The woman he should have noticed long before now.
He gets up from where he’s lounging on the sofa, mournfully watching the Travel Channel, and takes his plate full of sandwiches with him.
He finds them giggling and applying lipstick in the mirror by the front door. They look dressed to go out. Eloise in her slick tailored pant suit and intricately adorned lace top, in monochromatic lavender. And Penelope in…
Holy shit, what is that?
Apparently, it’s the instrument of his imminent death if the erratic beating of his heart is any indication. He’s going to have some sort of attack and go into cardiac arrest right here in the foyer of his childhood home.
It’s a tight forest green dress that has an off the shoulder neckline. It hugs her curves so perfectly that he thinks someone must have sewn it onto her. It shows the perfect amount of skin along her neck and shoulders, giving just a tiny glimpse of cleavage.
And she’s had a haircut since she was here yesterday. Her ginger locks now rest against her cheeks in a wavy stylish bob. She was beautiful before. He was never blind to that as some other people around Pen have proven to be, but now...
She’s absolutely stunning.
So stunning that other people will surely see what he sees. And he’s grateful for that, truly. She deserves to be seen as she is — brilliant and beautiful — but that means he’s about to have competition while trying to win her over. And he is not grateful for that.
He’s been trying to be more forward with her when they’re alone but that doesn’t happen often and he’s not sure Penelope takes him very seriously. (No one does.) She seems to always be in disbelief when he flirts with her.
“Where are you two off to?” He asks, leaning against the wall opposite the mirror.
“Double date,” Eloise says, fluffing her hair in the mirror. “Pen arranged it. She met someone extremely gorgeous at the library today.”
Penelope blushes and grins demurely. “It’s the magic of a fresh cut,” she says motioning to her new hair. “He was there with his friend and we were all scrambling for resources for our bibliographies together and he asked if I wanted to get dinner and I asked if Eloise could come. No big deal.”
“It doesn’t look as if it’s not a big deal,” Colin observes, his gaze sweeping over Penelope from head to toe.
“His father owns that new super exclusive restaurant Kate’s been begging Anthony to take her too. You know, La Table Gourmande?” Eloise explains.
“The one that told Anthony the next available reservation was in two months? That restaurant?” Colin asks, trying not to scowl.
Really, there was no need for this guy to show off. He seems a bit full of himself.
“That’s the one,” Penelope replies with a nod. “He says he can get us the Chef’s table tonight. I’ve never done anything like that before. It sounds exciting. Might be the closest I ever get to authentic French cuisine. For a while anyway.”
Okay, so now he feels like a heel for wanting to keep her from going out. He knows he’s lucky his family is so well off. It allows him to travel. Penelope’s family, while not destitute, has spent most of their surplus funds putting three daughters, soon to be a fourth, through school. In fact, if not for a distant rich aunt who died they wouldn’t even have been able to afford that.
Any money Penelope used to travel would have to be her own, and he isn’t sure how much of that she has.
“Pen,” Eloise calls, interrupting Colin’s thoughts. “Have you seen my clutch? Did I bring it down?”
“I don’t see it anywhere,” Penelope says with a shake of her head. “Did you leave it on your dresser?”
Eloise groans in irritation, turning toward the main staircase of their massive house. “I guess I did. I’ll be right back.”
Finally, they’re alone. Colin clears his throat and sets the plate of sandwiches he’d been snacking on down on the hall table. He crosses the space until he’s standing mere inches away from her.
“Don’t go out tonight. I can take you somewhere else. Somewhere better,” Colin suggests.
“Better?” Penelope asks skeptically.
He nods. “I have a friend who opened a restaurant here that I met while I was in Nice. It’s smaller than that La Table Gourmand monstrosity and not quite considered fine dining but it’s real. It’s better. It’ll be closer to actually being in France than anything in that obnoxious place.”
“I don’t see why I can’t go with Marcus tonight and then you some other time,” she tells him, lifting one perfect brow and pursing her lips.
“This guy sounds like a prick,” Colin says with a scoff. “Bragging about his father’s connections on the first date? That’s not a good sign, Pen. Trust me, I know these things. I’m a guy.”
“Maybe,” she says with a shrug, a small knowing grin on her lips. “But I think I should decide that for myself. Don’t you?”
That grin…
She knows exactly what he’s trying to do.
She’s being difficult on purpose.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave,” she challenges him, continuing to grin smugly.
Well, if that’s the game she wants to play then so be it.
“Why waste a night figuring out what I already know when you could just let me take you out instead for what, we both know, would be a better time?” Colin asks, caressing the length of Penelope’s arm with a light tender touch.
She sucks in a breath at the contact, but doesn’t show any weakness in her expression. “Yes, but going out with Marcus would be a date that might actually lead to something. What would be the purpose of ditching a real date for you instead?”
“Oh, you want it to lead to something?” He asks, a smirk growing on his face as he backs her up toward the wall.
“Y—yes,” she stammers, her grin slipping as nerves shine in her eyes.
Her back hits the wall and he brings one hand to her cheek, cupping her face and trailing his thumb along her cheekbone.
He leans down, nearly closing the distance between them but stops just short of kissing her. “Come out with me, Pen, and you can choose where it leads. I’ll give you whatever future I have, even if I have no idea what it is. You set the terms, you call the shots.”
Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush but she instinctively leans into his hand. Call him a cocky bastard, but that’s the moment he knows he’s won. The moment he knows she’ll choose him.
“I set the terms?” She asks, biting her bottom lip while she stares at his.
He nods, waiting for the moment she leans up and kisses him.
“Well, then you know what I think?” She asks, rhetorically while she rests a hand on his chest.
“Tell me,” he pleads.
She smiles wickedly and pushes him away by one step. “I think you could do with some healthy competition.”
She sidesteps him and saunters off to the front door, leaving him gaping at her like a fool.
Like a besotted, astonished, completely smitten fool.
Eloise reappears, patting Colin’s shoulder as she follows after Penelope. “Tell mom we’ll be back late.”
They leave, the door shuts, and all he can think is…
Well played, Penelope Featherington.
But the Bridgertons are famously competitive and this game is only just beginning. He’ll win her over yet.
Wait and see.
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Handing in freedom
"I guess this my last time I'll be outside the castle with freedom." I said with a sigh leaning up against the tree.
"You don't have to," Phantom said. "You can leave at any time, I don't mind being alone, again."
"Nope, I said I would sacrifice my freedom so you don't have to live alone with that douche." I said to counter Phantoms statement.
"Yeah, but what if he says we have to get hitched or something?" Phantom asked, heartrate spiking drastically.
"So? People get married platonically for benefits, I know two chicks who did." I said to try and reassure Phantom who only sighed in response.
"I know, but, I guess, I just have a hard time getting close with people," He told me, I wanted to counter his statement, but chose against being a jackass. "I mean, ever since Jazz died I haven't really fully trusted anyone with everything about my life, not even Sam or Tucker."
"Well guess what." I said boldly.
"What?" Phantom asked pulling his legs to his chest.
"I'm throwing my freedom away so we can fuck Vlads shit sky high for an elaborate plan," I said. "This is simply the first phase of said plan." I smirked as Phantoms eyes widened.
"Oh, no wonder you where bargaining with Vlad yesterday." Phantom said pieces finally clicking in his mind.
"Exactly, now lets get this over with." I said before pulling my t-shirt to the side a little bit so finding a spot to mark me would be easier.
"Agreed, I don't think I've ever bitten anyone or anything before, aside from the chew toy." Phantom said before running a gloved hand across my neck.
"Chew toy?" I asked.
"Chewing is a coping mechanism, like how some people bite their nails." He explained before ever so lightly pressing his fangs to my neck and dragging them across the skin.
"To chicken to draw blood?" I asked cockily, near instantly regretting doing so, Phantom sinking his fangs in, I was forced to cover my mouth so I wouldn't yelp in pain.
He stayed in that position for a while, I could've sworn I felt something inject into my bloodline. He pulled away from my neck, blue dripping from his fangs, guess that was what was injected.
"Sorry, didn't mean to bite so hard." Phantom said face peppered with green.
"That's fine, so long as the plan falls into place, at this rate, my plan should only take a week." I explained rubbing the bite mark, blue stained my fingers instead of red, guess I have literal blueblood now.
"Want to head back, make sure Vlad knows you sacrificed your freedom?" Phantom asked as he stood up and stretched his wings, feathers flying around.
"No shit." I said before climbing up onto his back, trying to keep my claws retracted so I wouldn't tear his clothes, failing to do so.
"Alright, you know that I won't drop you." Phantom told me as I dropped into his arms before he lifted off the ground with a few pumps of his wings.
"I know, let's hope that Vlad doesn't have any friends over," I said with a sigh. "If he has any of those."
"Highly doubt he has any at all after Maddie left him." Phantom told me as we soared across the sky, my ears fluffed up.
"I mean, that's understandable, guess he holds a grudge with ease." I said before wrapping my arms around Phantoms neck for extra support.
"Yeah, he holds a massive grudge for the stupidest shit, guess I inherited holding grudges from him, at least I can drop them." Phantom said with a light chuckle before dropping to the balcony.
"Dropping grudges is important." I said before Phantom threw open the doors, finding Vlad holding his neck, a book in his lap.
"Hey di-!" Phantom went to shout, I slapped a hand over his mouth, tail puffing up in fear.
"Were you turned?" Vlad asked, looking down at me and Phantom, I was holding onto my neck, hoping he would get the message instead of thinking he had to check himself.
"Yep, I'm turned now." I said, voice wavering slightly.
"I don't know if I can trust that." Vlad said before standing up, my heartrate spiked, so did Phantoms.
"I promise he was turned." Phantom said as Vlad walked up to us.
"Let me, check." Vlad said before trying to pull my hand away from my neck, I kept my hand glued to my neck in fear.
"Didn't you feel pain when I was bit?" I asked, stepping away from Vlad, Phantom doing the same, wings clamping against his back, my ears flattened to my head and tail still puffy.
"Yes, but how can I be sure Phantom injected the 'venom' to turn you?" Vlad asked before going to pry my hand from my neck.
"My blood is blue...?" I said nervously stepping further back.
"Prove that you've been turned then." Vlad said, I pulled my hand off the wound that had scabbed over, no sign that the blood was blue, the blood on my hand having dried to a regular brownish color.
"Fine." I said before unsheathing my claws and digging them into my skin, pulling them through my skin, blood slowly spilling from the cuts.
"Your free to sleep together, or sleep." Vlad said waving us off as he left to back and eat.
"Vlad, your fucking gross, I'm a minor." Phantom said before walking out the door, I followed close behind, ears still flattened to his head and tail still puffed up.
"I heard that! And you know damn well we live near France!" Vlad shouted at us before I leapt into Phantoms arms and was lifted to the next floor, dropped onto the ground of the balcony.
"So, what's the next phase of the plan?" Phantom asked as he sat down on the ground beside me, wrapping a wing around my back.
"Simple, find the key to his lab and blow this entire castle sky high, after saving all the stuff you find important." I explained leaning against his side, tail instinctively wrapping around his back, at least trying to.
"All I have is a few photos, and one stuffed animal Jazz gave me." Phantom said before looking out at the horizon, plumes of orange, reds, pinks and purples painted on the sky, only a few trees standing out against the sight.
"Well, I'm sure we can save those before we fuck this shit up." I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Hopefully." Phantom said before scratching behind my ears, I purred gently.
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“They just wanted to be touched”
CW: Recovering whumpee, referenced pet whump, referenced masochism + brief noncon references, this is fluffy as hell
Allyn is the one who draws him out the back door into the yard. They move barefoot, toenails painted a violet so deep it might as well be black, or blue, depending on the light they're in. Their toes, peeking out from under the swishing hems of their wide gray pants, are the only bit of skin below the neck he can see.
Even their hands are hidden, pulled into the sleeves of the voluminous sea green draped shirt they wear. It lays over their shoulders like it was made just for them, skims along the curve of their back. You'd never know the whole thing cost eleven dollars at a charity store, someone else's castoff clothing for a cast-off pet with nowhere else to go.
Jameson follows them, helplessly, when they smile. They could tell him to jump off the roof, and if they said it with that soft sweet expression, he'd do it without regrets, just to know he'd been the one to give them a feeling that made them smile that way.
His own clothes - an old t-shirt for some kind of camp whose name tastes like rocks and mud in his mouth, and a pair of jeans that don't quite fit and have to be belted on - don't look half so good as theirs. Not that he wants them to. Not that he cares if Allyn likes how he looks at all.
The sun shines warm on his hair, the bald spots from Robert's muzzle filling slowly back in with prickly new growth. Jake tells him he'll look like anyone else, soon enough, able to pass once his barcode is off, able to move through a crowd like he belongs there, not on the floor, not on his knees, not under a knife.
"I want to show you," Allyn says, voice bright rain with sunshine through it, taste of spring grass growing in the shower, and slides their hand, still hidden inside their sleeve, over his. He grips onto their palm through the cloth and pretends his skin doesn't burn, a little, where they are very nearly touching.
"Want to show me what?" His own voice is rougher than theirs. He never tastes all the layers for himself he can get from them. There is a difference in the taste of voices that have been made to scream. His will always taste, just a little, like all the things they've called him.
Allyn will always taste like rain.
"This." Allyn pulls him through the yard and he follows - of course he follows. There was never any other option but to follow them, anywhere. Everywhere.
They drop down into a crouch, pushing back some clover to show a different plant underneath. Jameson cocks his head, confused, and slowly drops down beside them.
Little red dots, circles hardly larger than his fingernail, nestled into green leaves with tiny white flowers with yellow centers.
"What are they?" He asks, reaching out to touch one. It's just slightly rough, cool, still damp with dew.
Allyn turns to look at him, and he falls into gray eyes. "Wild strawberries," They whisper. Jameson tastes desert heat and dryness, that first burst of rain that will bring life back to cracked earth. Fresh, tasting like sky itself. "They just grow, in the grass, over here where it's shady. They just... grow."
Jameson plucks the tiny red berry off the plant, holding it up, squinting. He can see, now, how it's like a strawberry. But so tiny, and it doesn't have a fruit smell. Just smells like green and sun. He pops it into his mouth, wrinkling his nose as he chews, once, and swallows. "I don't think it tastes like anything," He says, and then stops, head tilted, listening. "Do you hear that?"
Allyn looks around, tensing up. The yard is fenced but fences don't really mean safety, they all know that. "Hear what?"
"The sound." He can hear it, faint muffled scrabbling and scratching. He looks around for the source and finally lands on the shed where Jake keeps yard tools and the lawn mower. Jameson pushes himself to his feet, moving that way, stomach twisting in on itself with nerves.
What could he find that could ever be worse than the bodies in Robert's basement, though? Or Robert's? What is he even afraid of?
His hand grips onto the metal handle, worn from years and years of hands before him. He has to push up and pull back at once, heart in his throat, sure a hand will reach out for him from the darkness inside-
The door scrapes along the ground, and Jameson sees... nothing.
At first.
Allyn stands a few feet back, twisting their fingers nervously in the fabric of their shirt. "What is it? What's in there? Is it, will it bite?"
He hears the scratch again, and breathes out. "It's a cat," He says over his shoulder, moving into the dim warmth inside, the scent of metal and gasoline and dirt and time. There's a basket, like a plastic laundry hamper, overturned with boxes fallen all around it. Inside, an orange and white fluff caked in dust and dirt with wide eyes hisses and spits at him, yowling as it scrabbles to get free. "Must've knocked the boxes over and got stuck. At least we know Jake mowed yesterday, so it hasn't been here long. Hey, buddy." His voice drops, low and soothing. He moves to kneel, shifting boxes out of the way, while it continues to hiss, fur fluffed into a ball of fear and anger all around it. "It's okay. You're okay, little thing. I got you."
He moves a box off from on top of the hamper where it fell, and then picks up the plastic hamper entirely.
The ball of fluff presses itself back against the wall and meows, almost plaintive, less threatening now and far more frightened.
"Hey, hey, I won't hurt you. Must've been scary being stuck in the dark. I know that feeling. Are you thirsty? Hungry? Oh, Jake left a bottle of water in here, guess that jackass is good for something after all, huh? Here we go." He pours water into a metal pan that doesn't seem to have any specific reason for existing and scoots it close. The kitten eyes him suspiciously, backing away from it, then shifting slowly closer again.
"There you go, little buddy. I won't hurt you. You're okay. We should have Jake get some cat food, see if it'll stick around."
Allyn leans on the doorframe, looking in. Jameson glances back to find that smile on their face again. He wrinkles his nose.
"What? What's that look for?"
They shake their head. "I just never pegged you for being a cat person, that's all. I've... never heard you speak that way."
Jameson feels his face burn red and turns back to focus on the kitten, now warily lapping water from the bowl without ever taking its eyes off him.
Jameson tries not to feel Allyn's voice deep down in his marrow, tries not to admit their words taste like opening his mouth to taste the air the first night he was finally free, once for all, and left the muzzle behind in the puddle of blood soaking into Robert's carpet.
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S5 Ep12: Brand New Mokuba Just Dropped
My tumblr has decided that it can’t save drafts again. Which sure is a problem I keep having but no one else seems to have...but were back. Back and ready to talk about cards.
First off, lets address the best thing about this episode, it’s the return of The A Team animation team! Dunno if it’s the same ones that did the seasons before, but it is a pretty good team this episode, so there’s lots of that to look forward to. Everyone is now 2 feet taller (Kaiba is 4 feet taller) and there’s just some really nice shots going on. It’s not as shiny as other seasons, which makes me think it might be a different team or a different studio using a different method (you don’t really see them playing with line weights anymore which makes it seem like a different method to me) but still--it’s a nicer looking episode today.
So we start off this episode with Seto begging us all to forget the hell that just happened and just get on with it. Of course, no one’s gonna do that, because yo, what just happened was kind of weird.
And because there’s only like...I dunno...maybe 2 episodes left in this arc? (kind of a quick arc, honestly) Leon decides to do a complete personality reversal. Although, it’s really hard to do a reversal when you didn’t have a personality in the first place...so I guess this more Leon showing us A personality--and I’ll take it.
He’s a little jackass now, but it’s youknow...still Leon so it’s not really that bad. Like we deal with Seto on the reg, so I feel like Leon as a jackass is just like...well that’s just how you play cards in this universe.
Everyone speculates whether or not Seto actually did a crime, and a SURPRISING number of them said he did not! Weird! But hey...I’ve gone over a billion times before, their memory is like when you throw popcorn into the ocean--it just fffzt’s and then it’s gone.
Roland was THIS close to actually saving Kaiba corp a huge hassle for once. This Close, Roland. You almost did it.
(read more under the cut)
I love that Roland has decided to give all these teens maybe the uncoolest nicknames in the entire world, and the teens have not made any indication whether they do or do not appreciate their alliteration nicknames.
But despite the fact that although Roland uses these opportunities behind the microphone to embarrass them just SO MUCH, the Kaibas still persist in having him introduce most of the matches. It makes it feel like the Kaibas freakin love this. They love his Dad jokes. I cannot tell if they are like “yes, please embarrass my friends.” of it they’re like “yes. Roland that was so cool. Yeah Leaping Leon. Good one! You’re so cool!” Because they don’t know what fun is.
Also, look what I see in the sky.
Truly a sign that they have overcome their trauma of seasons 2-3.
Or maybe they had a lot of blimps laying around and this is a completely unrelated blimp? Either way, I’m glad they can still handle the sight of a blimp.
And then, just out of nowhere, Mokuba hit puberty.
Which I mean, it was inevitable. It was going to happen some day. Luckily, we will be getting a new Mokuba this episode to make up for the fact that this one has done A Flirt and it was probably a completely innocent turn of phrase he has no idea is a double entendre but do the writers know that?
And while we ruminate the decisions there, lets bask in the glory of purple staircase.
This is such a purple staircase!
On another, identical staircase walks Leon, who gets to have a discussion with Zigfried, who probably just stood next to the wall and just chameleon’ed in here without getting caught cuz coincidentally this staircase dresses like him.
Freakin Mai?
Anyway, lets start this duel where like...I dunno, it’s a little late to start stealing souls, but maybe Leon will do a stab? (He will not)
So glad the storyboarder is back to kind of flex. I don’t normally see Roland drawn with this much attention. Look at him go. That’s the stance a grown man takes when he’s ready to embarrass a bunch of teens.
Kaiba writes a speech introducing himself, or Roland just kinda made up a speech as if Kaiba hadn’t asked him to do that. Either way it’s kind of a big way to talk yourself up--but he is trying to talk up the theme park so people will actually like...go. So it makes sense.
Also what is this nonsense where people worldwide are watching a theme park opening match? Card culture is so weird because we’ve noticed in other seasons there are people that don’t play cards, and I feel like they’re not watching this for fun. It’s like when I watch news unfold--they’re watching to see if they have to raid the toilet paper aisle and the canned goods again to prepare for yet another onslaught of card nonsense.
Legit Mokuba was like “Look at my bro. Look at how he gave up dueling to throw this nice tourney for everyone!” and it’s like...Mokuba...he just dueled...Mokuba...he’s putting all the profits directly in your pockets this is hardly a martyr up here.
Seto Kaiba decided to inform the world that he would have won if he was actually playing and that was sure a statement he made after losing to Yugi like...3 times now? Several times.
Everyone else converses how Leon’s acting weird. I don’t know why they care all of a sudden, because no one acts normal playing this game, but the plot desires them to care.
Which is when we find out...
...the new Mokuba...
That’s right. He was a Mokuba the whole time. For once we haven’t abducted Mokuba, instead...we have too many Mokubas.
This Mokuba even has hella long hair, too. I imagine if Mokuba proper had a ponytail it would probably look just like this but black. It would have been just--so good if he whipped off that ribbon and shook out his hair and it fluffed into a horrible Mokuba mess, but you know, that’s one of the many reasons why I don’t write for this series. That and I was like in high School when this came out.
(Please admire Kaiba’s head of Security who looks like he’s about to drop a poop out of terror. It’s a really small detail, but I appreciate that the storyboarder had him kind of antsy in the background)
Seto insists that the only one to beat Yugi Muto will be himself and it’s like...I know. That’s why I keep expecting someone to get stabbed by this tiny purple haired Mokuba. But instead, Leon’s too busy feeling mad that he’s not necessarily playing the game for fun.
But he’s still playing the game though? so I feel like Yami doesn’t have many stones to throw here. Leon hasn’t even cheated yet. (As if Yami isn’t cheating basically all the time by being 2 people in one body)
I can’t BELIEVE this show would throw that at me after the number of times I have seen Yami Muto nearly murder other people (and sometimes literally do a murder) out of revenge. Yami is basically a revenge god...like...show...what? It’s season 5, I thought we’ve basically cemented this in. Occasionally the show will just be all “card games are supposed to be fun though!!!” and it’s like...these are the last children on Earth who are playing card games for fun.
If anything, it should be Leon lecturing them on how to have fun. They just murdered a Great Leviathan with cards. Before that they were dealing with Noah, with Marik, with Pegasus, with Bakura. The times that Yugi has just played a game for fun has been...This Arc.
So maybe Yami is just begging himself to have fun for once. Maybe he’s just mad that he can’t play a single tournament without someone getting possessed? Maybe his frustrations really aren’t about little Leaping Leon, and more to do with Yami sick and tired of being a protagonist.
But, youknow, it’s not an anime, unless the protagonist hypocritically can get away with every sin out there and everyone else gets punished for it. So lets find out just how far Leon fell from fun-having grace with a flashback.
This Belle cosplayer went off in like...one of the most hilariously bad accents I’ve heard in a while, it was just so much, I’ll probably cap it because lolol.
But since Leon wasn’t actually in line to inherit the company, he has to sort of hole up in his room for his entire childhood. It’s kinda weird, since we can’t assume that Zigfried will either a.) live forever or b.) have or adopt or raise children in any capacity. But they’re pretty sure Zigfried will live forever, and in this universe--maybe.
Also, I’m really not sure why they have to dress like it’s 1890, but they sure are. The Victorian era just never left the Von Schroeder house. Like these women are wearing corsets to be in that dress, and you can’t BUY a corset to match this type of dress, you have to make your own, and I know, because in Quarantine, I got really into historical sewing videos.
I can’t believe I spent an entire year watching historical sewing videos. Holy crap. I don’t even sew.
But then again...Seto is kind of drawn like he wears a corset...so maybe people are still wearing them in the Yugioh universe? Maybe that’s how their fashion just works?
Guys...I analyze Yugioh fashion a lot but the fact that the Edwardians never freakin left this worldly plane is just...that’s canon to Yugioh. I really just want to sit back and analyze Yugioh fashion with a moodboard and try to connect all the dots logically as if they aren’t just one-off jokes, but I don’t know how I’d fit that on this post.
And like, one of y’all brought up in a comment in the last post that what’s neat about this arc is we are seeing Zigfried as what Seto would have been like if he hadn’t like...gotten cursed by Yugi Muto. So, going off that idea, I think it’s kinda fun that Zigfried’s outfit is a bit of a younger take on Pegasus’ whole look with the wrist lace and a fusion of Gozaburos look of wearing a cravat with a smoking coat. It’s fun to imagine that this is what Seto’s inner gremlin dresses like (which...now I think about it...was a thing from S1 where Yami defeated a Seto gremlin but...I don't remember much about it) Of course, Seto would also be hella dead if he hadn’t gone through the Yugi cycle, but it’s still a fun road to think about.
Plus, when we go down that road, it really makes this arc look even more like it’s just about Seto Kaiba’s therapy sesh to recover from the last several seasons that he’s accidentally (or intentionally??) invited the entire world to watch and that’s very funny to me.
Bro has informed me you can make a deck out of Jerry but could not show me any receipts.
...I mean that is Dartz right?
Like I know all the characters have cards of themselves IRL and all the characters are also based on cards that were made before they were on TV (with the exception of our main cast that was...youknow, a horror manga) but like...
...what’s up, Dartz?
Anyway, our little Mokuba decides to sneak out the house and run around the world at the ripe ol age of ... what I’m guessing is like 10-12, and is pretty sure he can just get away with that. Luckily, the crimes he’s committing are exactly the type of crimes that Zigfried needs.
(Pretty sure their Dad died or is incapacitated but OK, dub, go ahead and pretend that plot point didn’t go down last episode.)
Also, I’m really glad we got a good storyboarder for this part who was like “Zigfried looks...like that?” and still managed to make this character design really work this episode. In some parts they even gave Zigfried those wide Marik Eyes that are kind of ubiquitous with Yugioh. It just needs the right hands to draw it, and then any amount of...this outfit...can work.
So, just like when we met Mokuba in S1, he’s gonna do a duel on Yugi to save his family and probably also like Mokuba, not give a damn for how this game is supposed to be played. Luckily, this time Pharaoh doesn’t have any star chips lying around for this kid to just run around and steal before booking it out the back gate.
Yugi over there with his twitter-brand hot-takes, not knowing the difference between actual brainwashing and blackmail/family pressure.
(WHY IS MAI HERE?)
Look at that hatching!
Ah this is the 00′s content I’m here for! Check out the soft brush! The dodge and burn! Ah! Man this sure was an era of computer art! and stuff like this cost a lot of money to make and it looked ... like this!
Now I’m pretty sure we can make art that looks this dated on like...a free phone app.
PS please do not ever shade your art like this. This is what you don’t do. Do not do this. I will shed a single tear shaped like the Photoshop symbols for dodge and burn.
Also...guys...
next episode is Ep 13. Every season so far this show has been like “we’re normal, everything is normal” getting us complacent until exactly Ep 13, when everything gets really effed up. So...
will that happen? Will they continue this tradition into S5 or has it been a coincidence until now? Excited to find out.
Anyway, if you just got here, this is the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order:
https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono
#ygo#yugioh#yu gi oh#S5#Ep12#yugi muto#leon von schroeder#good because I forgot his other last name#zigfried von schroeder#seto kaiba#mokuba kaiba#roland#joey wheeler#tea gardner#the others who didn't say or do anything so I probably shouldn't tag them#Can't believe how quickly this arc is wrapping up
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Summary: Charlie decides that pepper isn’t the only child you have, the dragon lover decides to “adopt” the runt of dragon litter. Pt2 of the camp healer and Charlie.. was inspired by @jillys-feral-fandoms blurb about a dragon getting in Charlie’s work bag and his s/o fearing dragons. Check her blog out she’s amazing 💖
Warnings: implied smut a few times, cussing, little argument nothing bad. Charlie being a prev at the end, sorta humorous.
Living with Charlie was wonderful and exciting, honestly don’t miss my cabin next door. Waking up wrapped around the redhead every morning, making breakfast together on weekends, watching Pepper scream at Charlie to get her food. Charlie would groan every time because Pepper had almost a full bowl, she just liked annoying her daddy.
“Good morning, babygirl”, Charlie pulled me into his chest. “Mhmp, morning”, I groaned, mornings weren’t not my strong suit. “Do you really have to leave me today?”, I asked the redhead from his chest. “Yes baby, I do” Charlie kissed my head, rolling out of bed. I sighed, watching him enter the bathroom. Pepper started meowing at Charlie soon as he left the bathroom. “Let me kiss mama, okay? Then I’ll feed you”, Charlie said, bending down. “Love you baby girl, be back soon”, Charlie kissed my lips and forehead. “Love you too, pump-“ I said but pepper screamed at the redhead. We laughed, Charlie rubbed my tummy before leaving.
I felt something lay on my left boob as I moved over to Charlie’s side. Something bumped its head against mine. “Hi baby, did daddy give it breakfast?”, I smiled as pepper snuggled into my chest and closed her blue eyes. “What’s a few more minutes, Peppy”?” I grinned. Few more minutes turned to 2 o’clock in the afternoon, I shot up, making pepper fall into the bed with a meow. “Pep, it’s 2 o’clock! Why did you let me sleep this long?”, I jumped out of bed. “Charlie is gonna kill me. You damn cat!” I threw a pair of leggings and Charlie’s quidditch practice shirt on.
“Hey baby! C’mere”, Charlie shut the door behind him. “Hey stranger” I stood on my tip toes to kiss him. Charlie picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’re home early”, I mumbled into his shoulder. “Is that a problem? Got your girlfriend tied up in bed”, Charlie winked. “Is that why you’re home early?”, I grinned. Charlie blushed but sat me down, “Would have done that before I left this morning. Put shoes on and meet me outside”, Charlie playfully smacked my ass.
“Where are you taking me, Charles?”, I groaned. “You’ll see, love bug”, Charlie smiled. Finally got the dragon reserve, “Charlie?” I asked as he pulled me into his side. Charlie stopped as we got to Mike, who had a litter of dragons around him. “Hey, Y/n” Mike looked up. “Hi Mike”, I replied. “Come here love”, Charlie sat down and crossed his legs. I rolled my eyes, “Yes” Mike laughed as he handed Charlie a tiny light blue dragon. “Here love, hold him” Charlie looked at me. “Don’t want to”, I stubbed up. I could tell the dragon was different, but I wanted to be stubborn. “Hold the little guy, he’s tiny”, Charlie whined. “Fine”, I sighed, grabbing the dragon’s bottom. He instantly cuddled into my chest, “Hi there”, I said.
Charlie came back, the dragon and I were playing. “Peek a boo”, I took my hands off of my eyes, grinning. “Where did he go?” “There him is”, I picked him up and kissed his head. “Does he have a name yet?”, I asked Charlie. My boyfriend shook his head. “Oh that will not do! You need a name, Peanut”, I smiled. Charlie was smiling ear to ear, “You’ve warmed up to each other, I see”, Charlie sat behind me with his legs stretched out. “Still don’t know why you drug me here”, I said. “For you guys to meet” Charlie said. “I’ve met litters before, Charl”, I giggled. “Well he’s our child, Y/n. You needed to meet your son”, Charlie pulled me into his arms. I smiled, “You Charlie Weasley are the only person I would adopt a baby dragon with. Do you have any ideas for your son’s possible name?”, I kissed him.
“Hades?”, I asked. The dragon looked up at me and made a cooing sound. “Guess he likes it, baby” Charlie grinned. “Guess he does. Hi Hades” I smiled at the blue dragon. “Can we bring him home?”, I whined. “No, baby he has to stay here”, Charlie said. “I can’t leave our child, he needs me Charlie!”, I pouted. “Baby, come on”, Charlie held his hand out for me. “Piss off, I’m not leaving Hades alone”, I sassed. “Y/n, now”, Charlie sighed. I shook my head and sat down with Hades. “Pepper needs to be walked and fed before bed, come on”, Charlie said. “Pepper is asleep I guarantee you”, I scoffed. “Mike!”, Charlie yelled. “No” I whined. “Who am I grabbing?” Mike walked in, smiling at the scene in front of him. “Hades. It’s gonna be a fight to get her out of here”, Charlie looked down at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, “Mike, you wouldn’t take a mother’s baby away from her would you?” Mike stopped in his tracks. Oh fucker is an easy one. “Well, it’s his bedtime. And his siblings are gonna wonder where he is at”, Mike said. “He needs his human mommy more” I said innocently. “You can come see him tomorrow, as long as you want”, Mike said. “Y/n Y/m/n, you can come see him tomorrow. He needs his sleep, I love you but come on”, Charlie sighed, coming over picking me up. “Noooo! My child!” I whined as Charlie threw me over his shoulder. “Hades, momma loves you! Put me down!”, I punched Charlie’s back. “Y/n, get a grip” “I hate you! Take me back to my child, Charles Weasley!”, I screamed.
I got out of the shower, Charlie was propped up at the headboard. Shirtless with red flannel bottoms, “Hi Kitten! How was your shower?” “Don’t you kitten me! I’m mad at you”, I pouted. An idea popped in my head, teasing and a silent treatment. I threw my towel down and went to get night clothes. Grabbing a white friffly pj set, no underwear. I got dressed and combed my hair out. Putting lotion on, my leg was on the bed near Charlie. “It’s not gonna work, love”, Charlie tried to grab my calf but I moved in time. Fluffing my pillows, I finally got in bed. Pepper jumped up on the bed, laying on my shoulder.
“Fuck me! I’ll take you to see your son before you go in tomorrow. Just please talk to me”, Charlie said, playing with a strand of hair. I gave in, “Thank you! Goodnight” I knew Charlie was grinning, “Goodnight, Princess. I love you”, Charlie lent over pepper to kiss my cheek. Pepper got down and I moved into Charlie’s side. Laying on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. “I love you” “Baby?” “Yes Charles?” “Don’t think I’m gonna let your teasing go under the rug”, Charlie laid his hand on my ass. “Let me sleep for a few, okay? Horn dog”, I sighed, he really had to finish that book Bill sent to him. “Lil Charlie might sleep until 4am, we’ll see”, Charlie kneaded my ass. “Go to sleep, jackass” I threw his hand off my ass, secretly smirking.
#charlie weasley#charlie x fem reader#charlie weasley imagine#mini series#really want to have a baby dragon with Charlie 🥺
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Stay With Me (11)
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes had never looked at himself as a family guy. He never even thought of it until she came around, flipping his world inside out. Bucky likes trouble and this girl? Well, she seems to invite chaos to dinner.
Pairing: Mob! Bucky Barnes x OC! Alex Grant
Chapter Word Count: 1134
Chapter Warnings: language, description of recovery
A/N: This is an OC story but I try to make them with the least amount of physical description as necessary. The pronouns used are feminine for the character. (GIF is not mine; credit to original owner)
“I’m not helpless, you know!” Pietro snarked, swatting Wanda’s hands away. He wobbled down the stairs and made it to the living room, where he crashed to the couch.
“I’ll show you helpless.” She muttered, fluffing a pillow to put behind him. “Just work with me here!” Bucky laughed, picking up the laundry basket from the floor, making his way to the living room. He plopped the basket in front of the two.
“Since you’re on bed rest, Piet, may as well do some laundry.” He told him, beginning his walk upstairs.
“I was kidnapped and shot- this is a crime!” He shouted at Bucky. The man only gave him a mocking grin before continuing his climb.
Alex and Pietro had been released a few days after their injury, Bucky promising to stay at their house until they were both fully recovered. It had been two weeks of catering to the boy, who was now spoiled rotten with all the attention. Once the word got out, people all over Brooklyn started sending in flowers and meals. Pietro swam in the attention- thriving off of it. Alex had been a little more reserved with the guests. When a gift was dropped off, Bucky served as a translator for her garbled mumbling, that was mostly unapologetically telling people to fuck off. He made it more family friendly.
They were both mostly healed, Alex was still on leave from the hospital. She had to pass a physical and mental fitness test before she would be allowed in the ER again. She still had some soreness in her shoulder, the scar beginning to form around the edges. Pietro was the same- taking homeschool courses to finish the semester. As it turns out, a gunshot victim didn’t need to worry about Homecoming dates as he was confined to his bed for the event. He wasn’t bothered by it, claiming he didn’t want to see ‘what’s her face with her jackass date anyways.’ Maybe he was a little bitter.
Wanda had been attending therapy with her guidance counselor three times a week. Something she and Alex had agreed on. Alex had to remind her that just because she wasn’t injured physically, she was still hurt and it wasn’t going to help by keeping it all in.
And Bucky- well, he had been using housework as an escape. Cleaning the whole place from top to bottom, looking after Alex and Pietro, washing Alpine, home repairs. Anything he could do so that he didn’t have to think about how badly it could’ve gone. He stayed away from the Compound, letting Steve and Sam take over for him, while the group got back to their feet. It was nice, being domestic. He truly enjoyed it- washing machines and dishes didn’t argue with him about dividends or product shipment.
It hadn’t all been smooth sailing. Bucky came face to face with an extremely cranky Wanda, waking her up every morning for school was a nightmare. Occasionally, Pietro or Alex got fed up with him, snapping at him for hovering. A few nights ended in full force screaming matches between various housemates- sometimes ending in broken items. The items would be replaced by morning, Bucky ensuring everything was normal. Everyone was still dealing with what happened in the hotel room but Bucky found that the more upbeat and positive he asserted himself to be, the less annoyed the trio was. It was like living in a house with one entity that had been split into three bodies. It was terrifying.
They were all up at various times during the night, roaming the house. Once, he found Pietro on the front porch in a panic. Alex slept with a knife under her pillow for the first few nights before Bucky managed to talk her out of it.
“Need some help?” He asked, leaning against the door frame. Alex was standing in their bedroom, trying to shimmy jeans up onto her legs. She was cradling her right arm, refusing to stretch it out. She was also shirtless, just her black sports bra on and her underwear. She huffed in annoyance, standing back straight. “It’s gonna be like this forever if you don’t use that arm, you know. It’ll be easier if you just follow your trainer’s advice.”
He leaned down hooking his fingers in the belt loops. She found purchase on his shoulder, holding on as he pulled the jeans up and onto her hips.
“Be easier if you followed advice...” she mocked, scowling at him playfully. “When did you become a medical professional?”
“Very funny.” He pulled the fly together with a little more force than necessary, making her body jerk to his. Pressing a soft kiss to her belly, he picked up the t shirt from their bed, slipping it over her head. “I’m serious.”
“But it hurts.” She whined, tilting her head to the side. Bucky pouted at her, pushing his bottom lip out. She laughed at his theatrics, running a hand through his messy, loose hair. “I love you.” His heart soared at her words, skipping several beats. His brain flashed an ‘Out For Lunch!’ sign in front of his eyes. A grin pulled on his lips.
“I know.” He pulled her by her waist, catching her lips with a chaste kiss before smacking her ass and turning around to walk out. “Come on, family game night is about to start and we’re playing Monopoly.” She groaned from behind him, trailing out after him.
“That game always ends in arguments, and Wanda cheats.”
“I do not!” Wanda exclaimed as the couple made it to the bottom of the stairs. “Not my fault you guys always suck ass! I am an economic wizard!”
“Are you willing to live under the stairs, Harry?” Pietro taunted in a horrible British accent. Wanda put her hand on his face, pushing him over to his side. “Ow!”
“Shut up.”
“Be nice to the big baby.” Alex clicked her tongue, making Wanda laugh. Pietro only pouted further, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Not cool.”
“Neither are you, buddy.” Alex winked. “Where’s that popcorn?” Bucky passed it over with a soft smile. The three most chaotic people he’d ever met- creating a patchwork quilt of a family. His family. That was all he needed. His girl at his side and the two street rats she had so lovingly taken in. He leaned back, watching them for a moment, a grin on his face. He decided that this is what heaven would look like- if his soul was deemed clean enough to enter.
“You okay?” Alex asked, leaning into his side further. Bucky turned to see her eyes, a hint of concern swimming in the amusement and laughter. He gave a smile to her, pulling her closer.
“Everything is fine, darlin’.”
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Stand Up (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]
Title: Stand Up
Rating: Explicit
Length: 3600
Warnings: Smut (kink negotation, female recieving oral sex, facesitting, fingering, teasing, regular good ole unprotected sex) also Angst and Period Typical Sexism.
Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set in 1993
Summary: Reader is reminded yet again about how things go at the DEA.
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“Thanks to the hard work of the DEA the US Customs Service just successfully bagged nearly six thousand kilos of cocaine being smuggled into the US.”
You perked up, “Wait, do you mean we got Raul Marti?” Holy shit. You had been pursuing that jackass right up until you went on desk duty. Even then, Javier had been taking your lead and following through. It was a big fucking deal.
Your supervisor nodded. “We did indeed.”
Javier looked pleased with himself, “We caught him bright and early this morning.”
You grinned across the table at him, heart beating a little faster. That explained why he was up and out of the apartment before even Josie had woken up. Sometime after three his pager had gone off, prompting a hushed conversation on the kitchen phone.
That explained why he’d strolled into the DEA looking like a rockstar. Something you hadn’t seen out of him since Steve was still in Colombia. You wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face. Marti was one of the last things you had all worked on together and the fact that he had wrapped it up was exhilarating.
“I couldn’t have done it without—”
You. The word died on his lips as Chris interjected.
“That son of a bitch got what he deserved.” He leaned forward against the table, slamming his fist down for emphasis. “You should’ve seen that asshole crying like a baby in the back of the car.”
You rolled your eyes. “Any follow through with Mexico? Guadalajara seemed convinced they’d start pushing through Mexico if the US got cut—”
Chris interrupted you, “Yeah, that’s nice, sweetheart. I could use a cup of coffee.” He turned his attention to the supervisor then. The same one you knew was a buddy of his. You’d caught them talking about hitting the shooting range a few weeks back. “I think this warrants a raise.”
“You didn’t do a fucking thing.” Javier snapped, glaring at Chris. “There’s one person in this room who should be praised for apprehending Marti and it’s not you.”
Your cheeks burned hotly as everyone looked at you. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s keeping on a lead.” You rubbed at the back of your neck, glancing down at your hands in your lap. You were buzzing with excitement, but the current situation in the office was robbing you of being able to fully embrace it. “I should call the guys in Mexico.”
“Sit. Stay.” The supervisor urged in a vaguely condescending tone. “Please.”
You sank back down into your seat, your eyes flickering towards Javier before looking back towards the supervisor then.
“Moving forward, I’d like to see Feistle taking the lead on this.” He clasped his hands together. “You’ve certainly done hard work on the case, but this requires—”
“Let me guess, a man’s touch?” You shook your head and looked away.
He cleared his throat, “We’re aware that you have duties beyond the DEA. This requires careful attention to detail moving forward and Feistle can handle that.”
“Duties beyond the DEA?” You raised an eyebrow. “Do you mean my kid?”
He simply shrugged, shuffling files. “Gather the files and make sure Feistle has the relevant contacts.”
“Fine.”
Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Can I get some clarification on those duties?” He questioned, staring the supervisor down. “Because we have the same duties outside of the DEA.”
“Javi don’t.” You held up a hand to stop him from going any further. “Let me get those files together for you Feistle.” You said with a tightlipped smile as you scooted your chair back.
It wasn’t a fight that was worth fighting. The fact that you had managed to remain part of the case, through everything, was shocking enough. You could do a lot from the comfort of your desk, but apparently even that wasn’t possible anymore. Fucking Feistle.
When you looked through the window into the conference room from your desk, it was clear that Javier hadn’t dropped the topic. He was standing, hands on his hips, heatedly discussing something. And given the fact that he was gesturing in the direction of your desk — you knew who he was talking about.
You didn’t need a fucking white knight… but it was nice to know he cared.
No one at the DEA believed he really cared about you. You had heard the bullshit that got spread around after the news broke.
You and Javier Peña. How pathetic did you have to be to trap a man like him with a baby? What, you couldn’t get your partner to want you so you got yourself knocked?
Not that any of them would’ve cared to know that you had planned to do it all on your own. That Javier was the one who had consistently wanted to spend the night at your place. That he was the one who confessed that he loved you first.
When the assholes at the DEA looked at Javier they saw some bad boy agent, free to sow his wild seeds on hot Colombian nights. And you ruined that image for them. Who could picture Javier domesticated? None of them would ever be able to reconcile that this was the same man who badly sang Stayin’ Alive to your daughter to entertain her after dinner last night.
And that ate at Javier worse than anything else.
Which said something.
He wasn’t the man they wanted him to be.
——
“You’re angry.” Javier pointed out as he sat down on the side of the bed, glancing back at you. You were tucked in under the covers with a good book and a glass of red wine.
“Not really.” You shrugged as you wet the tip of your finger to turn the page. “I think ‘annoyed’ is a better word.” You could feel his eyes boring into you as you skimmed over the page half-heartedly.
You didn’t want to be mad at Javier. Work was stressful enough. The last thing you wanted was to come home to another evening like this one. Your only conversation all night had revolved around Josie and getting her settled for the evening.
She was finally starting to sleep through the night and it seemed like a damn shame to waste that.
“I don’t want to fight—”
“—This is stupid.”
Both of you laughed. You sat up slowly, sitting your book aside on the nightstand. “Do you remember what I said when I told you I was pregnant?” You questioned, tucking your legs beneath you as you stared at him.
Javier dragged his fingers through his hair and exhaled heavily. “That whole day was a blur.” He admitted. “Everything before and after you told me you were pregnant is a little shaky.”
“I told you I didn’t need a white knight.”
He frowned, nodding his head slowly. “Do you want me to sleep on the sofa tonight?”
Your heart clenched. “That’s the last thing I want, Javi.” The bed creaked as you moved towards him, fitting yourself around him from behind. You rested your cheek against his shoulder. “I’m glad you want to protect me, but… I don’t need it. I’ve never needed it.”
Javier’s shoulders sank. “It’s hypocritical bullshit, baby.”
“I know.” You sighed, kissing the flat of his shoulder. “It is what it is.”
“I couldn’t bite my tongue. He’s sitting there acting like you’re incapable of doing your job because you’ve got a kid, but she’s mine too. They’re still sending me out in the field.”
You lifted your hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Welcome to my life.” You laughed bitterly. “Their opinions aren’t going to change because you get bent out of shape, Javier. I just want to keep my head down and ride this out, alright? I don’t need you sweeping in to try to make things better.”
Javier reached back to squeeze your thigh, “C’mere.” He urged and you moved to slide into his lap. Your legs wrapped around his hips as you draped your arms over his shoulders. “I’m not doing it to be a white knight or whatever you wanna call it, baby.” He ran his hands along your waist. “I’m doing it because you’re a damn good agent and you deserve to be out in the field.”
“I know.” You curled your hand around the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “But they’re not going to change, Javi. They’re always going to look at me and see a scarlet letter.”
“But I—”
“You’re a man, Javier.” You reminded him, looking downwards pointedly. “In case you forgot.”
Javier rolled his eyes. “I haven’t.”
You fluffed the hair that fell against his forehead, before tracing your fingertip over the crease between his brows. “I appreciate your willingness to fight my battles, but they’re mine to deal with.”
“I spent months biting my tongue, baby.” Javier squeezed your hips as he searched your eyes. “I fucking hated it.”
“I wasn’t a fan of it either, but… I love my job. Look, we’ll be out of here soon enough. Just…” You shook your head. “You’ve got to listen to me.”
Javier quirked a brow upwards, a faint smirk playing over his lips. “Why don’t you make me?”
Oh.
You leaned forward and kissed him. “I have ideas to make that happen.” You grinned as you nipped at his bottom lip. “Wanna hear them?”
“Yeah.” He nodded his head, running his hands over your hips and waist, keeping you seated firmly in his lap.
“I’m going to use you,” You whispered lowly, tracing your fingertip over his bottom lip. “But I don’t want you to come, okay?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed in this throat.
“Remember when I mentioned handcuffs?”
“Fuck. Yeah, I recall, baby.” He grinned. “Just remember my right shoulder.”
You rubbed his shoulder, “I remember. I’ll let you have you right hand free, how's that?” Javier had fucked his shoulder up a few years back and it always bothered him when it rained.
He pulled you in closer, your chest pressed flush to his as he kissed you. His mouth slanted over yours, a hunger igniting a fire in your own veins.
Javier was typically the more in-control presence in the bedroom. But there had been discussions… And tonight seemed like the perfect excuse to make them a reality.
Reluctantly you pulled away from the kiss, sliding off his lap. “Strip.” You told him, moving towards the dresser to get your handcuffs out of the top drawer.
He complied, laying back on the bed in all of his bare glory. That was all yours. Holy shit.
You dangled the handcuffs on your finger, brandishing the key. “You want a safe word? In case you want out?”
“I can just tell you.” He shrugged, tucking his arm behind his head as he curled his fingers around his cock and lazily stroked himself.
“Have a safe word, Javi.”
“Fine…” He ran his tongue over his teeth. “Raspberry.”
You rolled your eyes. “Alright.” You moved back onto the bed, kneeling beside him. “I’m not cuffing your right hand, but that doesn’t mean you can touch me. Understood?”
He nodded.
“Good.” You curled your fingers around his as he stroked his cock, before you pried his hand away and slid the handcuff around his wrist. You carefully drew it back towards the headboard, attaching it to the wrung. “How does that feel?”
“It’s fine.” He told you, tugging at it slightly. “It’s not too tight.”
You smiled at him, before you leaned down to kiss him. “I know this isn’t something you’ve ever really done before…”
“I’ve definitely never been the one cuffed.” Javier countered, leaning up just enough to brush his lips against yours. “Do your worst, baby.”
“I love you.” You whispered, bumping your nose against his before you sat back. You let your eyes wander over his bare chest, following the dark path of hair downwards to his cock.
“As much as I’d love to take advantage of that,” You started, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “You have to learn to listen first.”
“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” He countered with no small amount of sass.
You scoffed. “I think you’re proof that you can.”
“Touché.” He grinned, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. “What’s your plan?”
“I’m not telling you.” You laughed, moving to get off the bed then.
“Where are you going?”
“Chill, Javi.”
You vanished out of the bedroom to retrieve a chair from the kitchen, returning with it and sitting it beside the bed.
“I’m going to remind you that I can take care of myself.” You taunted as you slid off your pajama bottoms, followed by your underwear and sat down on the chair.
“Damn.” Javier whistled quietly, his dark gaze settling between your thighs as you parted your legs for him. “Was this supposed to be punishment, baby? Because you know I love watching you get off.”
You rolled your eyes, “You’re such an ass.”
“Because I like watching my girl get herself off?” Javier arched a brow at you.
“Keep talking and I’ll have to find a way to shut you up.”
“Sounds like a good time.” Javier shot back, grinning at you.
You held his gaze as you ran your hands along your inner thighs. “This could be you.” You told him, scraping your teeth over your bottom lip as you touched yourself, “I wanted to celebrate our success.”
“Our success?”
“How many stakeouts did we go on?” You questioned, a breathy moan escaping you as you circled your clit slowly. “Catching Marti was our success.”
Javier pulled at the handcuffs as he tried to sit up to get a better view of you. He raked a heated gaze from your face to your cunt, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip as he watched your fingers work over your slick flesh. “So you’re telling me if I hadn’t stood up for you, I could be doing that right now?”
You nodded slowly. “It pays to listen.”
“I’m enjoying the view.” He drawled out with a nonchalant shrug as he sank back on the bed.
“Fuck you.”
“Wish you would.”
You stopped what you were doing, nearly knocking the chair over in your haste to get up. You climbed back onto the bed, moving to straddle his stomach — which really just denied both of you what you wanted.
He tucked his hand behind his head to resist the urge to touch you, grinning up at you. “Yes?”
You leaned forward, elbows resting against the bed on either side of his head. “You’ve got one hand. Put it to use.”
“Fuck.” He swore through his teeth, pulling his hand out from under his head. Javier trailed his fingers down your back, over the curve of your hip, before slipping it into the space between your bodies.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, letting your lips hover just above his, barely brushing against them. “Javi.” You panted out as he pressed two fingers into you, the angle wasn’t perfect but he made the most of it.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” He questioned, trying to lean up to kiss you but you pulled out of his reach. He roughly circled his thumb over your clit in retaliation, working his fingers in and out of you. “You’re so tense.”
“Don’t push your luck.” You warned him, tugging at his hair roughly before you sat up. You rose up on your knees, giving him better access to your cunt. You leaned back, bracing yourself on his thigh, rolling your hips as he twisted his fingers within you. You were so close but it wasn’t enough… and he could tell.
“C’mere.” He whispered, withdrawing his fingers from you and curling his hand around your hip. Your brows furrowed, head cocked to the side as you stared down at him. The second he swept his tongue out over his bottom lip, you knew exactly what he was wanting.
“Oh.” You laughed softly, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I like the way you think.”
“I figured you would.” Javier teased, grinning up at you as he maneuvered yourself further up his body. The slight stubble on his cheeks prickled against your thighs as they framed his face, his breath hot against your slick folds.
You gripped at his hair tightly as you lowered yourself to his lips. His tongue swept between your folds, teasing your center with shallow thrusts, before he sought out that little bundle of nerves that was throbbing for attention.
“Like I said,” Your words came out broken and breathy as he sucked at your clit, making your stomach muscles clench. “Creative way to silence you.”
Javier chuckled, the low reverberation going straight through you.
“You’re never shaving that mustache off.” You told him, tugging at his hair pointedly as he pressed his tongue into you and his mustache dragged over your sensitive clit. “Fuck.” You rolled your hips, grabbing at the headboard for support as you rode his mouth.
He strained against the handcuffs, reaching up for your arm where you had your fingers curled around the headboard. You interlaced your fingers with his, gripping tightly at his hand as you came apart. He didn’t relent, flattening his tongue out and dragging it between your folds, teasing you until you had to pull away from him — feeling far too sensitive.
You moved off of him then, flopping back onto the bed beside him. Your eyes flickered downwards, taking in the sight of his cock resting hard against his lower belly. Getting you off had clearly had an effect on him.
Javier was staring at you, his dark eyes filled with lust and his mustache glistening with your arousal. “Baby.”
You reached out and brushed your fingers over his cheek. “Should I let you out?” You questioned, running your fingertips down his throat, his chest, until you could curl your hand around his cock.
“You should.”
“I’m not hearing the magic word.”
His brows furrowed.
“The word is ‘please’.” You told him, pushing your hair behind your shoulders as you sat up. You kept pumping him slowly as you leaned down to kiss him. “Do you want out?”
“Yes, please.” He said hotly, surging up to kiss you again, the handcuffs rattling against the headboard.
You abandoned him long enough to grab the key off the nightstand, freeing his hand. As much as you wanted to tease him a little longer, you much preferred when he was greedily groping at you. He always found an excuse to touch you, to trace your stretch marks and make you feel beautiful.
Javier roughly pulled you into his lap, his cock dragging between your sensitive folds, before he rolled you onto your back beneath him.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are when you take control like that?” He questioned, grinding against you.
“Whatever you say, babe.” You taunted quietly, scrapping your nails down his back. He groaned, his hand fumbling between you as he guided his cock to your center.
You moaned, a little too loudly, and he kissed you to silence you as his cock pressed into you. You rocked into him, hooking a leg behind him for leverage as you moved with him.
You were sensitive from his fingers and his mouth, pleasure making you flutter around him as he snapped his hips into you. Sometimes you wondered how the two of you hadn’t fallen into bed years earlier. The chemistry had always been there, just waiting for someone to snap.
And you worked really well together. Not just as partners, or as parents, but as lovers too.
“F-fuck.” Javier grunted out, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “Gonna come.” He warned you, as if you couldn’t tell he was about to come apart by the way his pace had gotten sloppy.
You raked your fingers through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp. He shuddered, your name on his tongue as he slammed forward — spilling within you. You moaned, arching your back as you grinned into him, chasing your own release.
“I’ve got you,” Javier promised, pressing his hands against the mattress as he dragged himself up. He kept his cock buried within you as he wet his thumb and reached down to tease your clit.
Your toes curled as your release washed through you, hips twitching as your inner walls clenched around his cock. “Holy shit.” You breathed out as you looked up at Javier.
He snorted, reluctantly slipping from you as he laid back on the bed beside you. “That sums it up.”
You rolled onto your side, draping your arm over his chest and your leg over his legs. “Fun?”
He curled his arm around you, rubbing at your side. “Always.”
Both of you were quiet for awhile afterwards, just laying there basking in the afterglow of really good sex. But then Javier spoke, breaking the silence. “For the record… I’m not going to stop.”
“Hmm?” You tilted your head to look at him better.
“Standing up for you. It’s not because I don’t think you can handle yourself… We both know you could kill Chris and no one would ever find the body—”
“I know where to get lye.” You confirmed.
“It’s my fight too, baby. You and Josie... “ He clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head slowly. “I’m gonna stand up for you because that’s what you do for the people you love.”
You leaned in and kissed him, cupping his cheek. “I love you.”
Javier bumped his nose against yours, smiling up at you. “We good?”
“I just said ‘I love you’.”
“I know.” He tilted his head and kissed you again. “Just checking.”
“We’re good.” You promised.
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01. Lycanthropy
Anchor
Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Reader)
Episode: 1x01; Wolf Moon
Word Count: 7,177
Warning(s): Mature language, dead body
Author’s Note: Welcome to the first chapter of Anchor. I hope you enjoy this rewrite of Teen Wolf and my original character, Olivia. Reblog and like!
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Olivia shuffled around in her closet, trying to find the perfect scarf that went along with her outfit. Today was the first day back to school after winter break and, according to Lydia, they had to look better than any of the other girls that went to their school. Personally, Olivia didn’t see the big deal in trying to stay at the top of the social food chain at Beacon High, but she definitely didn’t want to upset her cousin. So, she quickly grabbed a plaid scarf and walked out of her closet, setting it on her bed to put on after she styled her hair.
She had already curled her brunette locks into waves and was wrapping the scarf around her neck when Lydia walked into her room, hardly bothering to knock on the door.
“You’re going with the green puffer vest?” Lydia asked, disapproval heavy in her voice.
Olivia fluffed her curls so they laid nicely against her vest. “I like it.”
Lydia rolled her eyes. “Normally it would be fine, but it’s the first day back, Liv,” she sighed. “How are you going to keep your spot on top if you’re wearing something so simple?”
“Frankly, Lyds, I couldn’t care less about the people we hang out with, except for Danny and Jackson,” Olivia confessed, slinging her leather satchel over her shoulders while making sure she had everything she needed for a day at school. She turned her cobalt-blue eyes to her cousin. “And I know you don’t, either.”
“I’m not dignifying that with a response,” Lydia huffed, whipping around to leave Olivia’s bedroom. “Let’s go.”
By the time they were both sliding into Lydia’s Beetle, their little argument was over.
“What classes are you taking this semester?” Olivia asked as Lydia pulled out of their driveway and started toward the high school.
“The usual,” Lydia shrugged. “Unfortunately, Mandarin was full, so I settled with Latin.”
Olivia knew her cousin was a genius but she wondered if Lydia ever got exhausted trying to learn as much as she could. Olivia did—she usually grew tired of school around the end of each semester—but Lydia kept going and going. It made sense, though, Lydia loved to be smarter than everyone around her.
“What about you?”
Olivia cleared her throat, suddenly self-conscious about the classes she was taking. “I got into Calculus,” she said quietly. “World History II, Chem…Advanced Spanish.”
“Advanced Spanish?” Lydia looked away from the road for a brief second to make sure she heard Olivia right. “I thought you only had to do two classes for Spanish. Why didn’t you choose a different language?”
“I don’t know,” Olivia shrugged.
The truth was, Olivia simply wanted to keep taking Spanish classes. When her cousins, Derek and Laura, checked in on her over winter break, they mentioned that their family was fluent in Spanish. Olivia wasn’t quite at that level yet and she wanted to make that side of her family proud, even if most of them were dead. She had a duty to the Hale name, even if she didn’t use it.
Lydia hummed at Olivia’s response, looking like she didn’t quite approve. “You should take Latin next year, then.”
Olivia stared out her window, mentally praising the fact that they had arrived at school. She loved Lydia but she acted like an overbearing mother sometimes. “Sure.”
Lydia parked in the empty spot that no one dared to leave their car, and they both exited the vehicle. After checking her phone, Lydia turned to Olivia, “Jackson and Danny are already in the building.”
“Let’s go then.”
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Stiles paced impatiently, his feet moving his body back-and-forth over two squares of sidewalk in front of the school, as he waited for Scott. His best friend had sent him a concerning message when he woke up, and Stiles was eager to see the injury Scott had sustained.
The night before, Stiles’ dad, Sheriff Noah Stilinski, had gotten a call and—of course—Stiles overheard what it was about. He was eager for an adventure and half a dead body in the preserve seemed like something worthwhile. Needing his partner in crime, Stiles retrieved Scott from his house and they both set out to the preserve.
All was going well until they came upon police officers and their cadaver dogs. While Scott hid, Stiles was caught by his father and forced to go home, leaving Scott all by himself. According to Scott’s message, he was almost trampled by a herd of deer and bitten by some kind of animal.
Now, Scott was taking forever to get to school and Stiles was feeling guilty and a little excited.
Finally, Stiles saw Scott ride his bike through the parking lot to the bike rack. After confronting the school’s biggest jackass—Jackson Whittemore—Scott made his way over to Stiles.
“Finally!” Stiles exclaimed, waving his hands in exasperation. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Scott shrugged lightly. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Stiles.”
“Okay,” Stiles quickly moved on, bouncing. “Let’s see this thing.”
Scott sighed quietly and shrugged his backpack off his shoulders, lifting his gray t-shirt to show Stiles the piece of gauze he messily taped to his side. Stiles raised his eyebrows and cooed, reaching out to touch the bandage.
Scott hissed and slapped his hand away.
“Okay, okay,” Stiles went back to clutching the straps of his backpack while Scott pulled his shirt back down. “So, what bit you?”
Scott shrugged his backpack on and started walking up the sidewalk to school. “It was too dark to see much but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”
Stiles raised his eyebrows in disbelief and followed him. “A wolf bit you?”
Scott nodded.
Shaking his head, Stiles shot down Scott’s claim, “No, not a chance.”
“I heard a wolf howling.”
There was no way Scott was bitten by a wolf because Stiles knew no wolves were living in Beacon Hills—or California, for that matter. He knew way too much about the ecosystems of their home state thanks to the AP Environmental Science he took the year before.
“No, you didn’t,” Stiles insisted.
“What do you mean, no I didn’t?” Scott asked, becoming frustrated. “How do you know what I heard?”
Stiles scoffed and abruptly turned around, stopping Scott in his tracks. “Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.”
Scott was surprised. “Really?”
“Yes, really!” Stiles confirmed. “There are no wolves in California.”
“All right,” Scott shook his head, still maintaining that it was a wolf that bit him. He didn’t care what Stiles said. “Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf then you’re definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.”
Stiles flailed spastically, his shoulders shrugging sharply as he reached out to grab Scott’s shoulders. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked excitedly.
“No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month,” Scott shuddered, not wanting to think about the gruesome sight he witnessed the night before.
Stiles laughed in disbelief. “Oh, God, that is so fucking awesome!” he cheered. “I mean this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since—”
He trailed off, his attention being pulled by the two girls walking up the sidewalk to head into school, chatting quietly together.
“—since the birth of Olivia Martin!” he declared as the girl of his dreams walked past him with her cousin at her side. “Hey, Olivia, you look…like you’re gonna ignore me.”
Stiles swore that it may have been the luckiest day of his life because, as she passed him, Olivia sent him a small smile before giving her attention back to Lydia.
“Oh, my God,” he breathed, almost swooning, as he watched Olivia walk into the school. He turned back to Scott, who was just as shocked. “Did that just happen?”
“Yeah, Olivia Martin just smiled at you,” Scott grinned as the first bell of the morning went off.
Stiles jumped happily, ignoring the annoyed looks of the students around him. “This is the best day ever.”
Scott chuckled and rolled his eyes as he and Stiles went with the herd of students, walking into school. They separated to go to their lockers and then met back up to head to their shared AP English class that Scott somehow tested into.
As they walked into Mr. Thomas’ classroom, Stiles stopped in his tracks, making Scott bump into his back. There, in the aisle closest to the wall of windows, was Olivia Martin.
Seeing that there was only one more seat left in the aisle and it was right behind Olivia, Stiles rushed to the seat, almost pushing another guy out of the way. He almost knocked the desk over as he slid into the seat but he righted himself, chuckling nervously when Scott rolled his eyes at him.
He could have pinched himself, though, because seconds after he sat down, Scott sat in the empty seat right next to Olivia.
At least I’m close to her, he thought to himself.
“As you all know,” Mr. Thomas spoke from the front of the classroom, a dry-erase marker held firmly in his hand as he wrote on the board. “there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.”
Scott turned to look at Stiles with raised eyebrows; Stiles winked at him, chuckling under his breath.
“And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened,” Mr. Thomas continued. “but I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody—”
Stiles shook his head at Scott’s curious look. As far as he was aware—and he was—his dad hadn’t brought in a suspect.
“—which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk,” Mr. Thomas capped his marker and turned around, picking up a pack of papers that had previously been laying on his desk. “outlining this semester.”
Most of the students groaned in contempt but obediently set to read their syllabus to see what their teacher had in store to them.
Out of the corner of Stiles’ eye, he saw Scott frantically looking around the room but he ignored him for the moment, reaching up to tap Olivia on her vest-covered shoulder.
Olivia turned around and Stiles paused, forgetting what he was going to ask her when his whiskey-colored eyes met her cobalt-blue ones.
Olivia raised an impatient eyebrow, prompting Stiles to speak.
“Oh, um, do you have a pen I can borrow?” he asked quietly, his voice shaking slightly.
A ladies man, he was not.
Olivia’s eyes swept his face, her lips quirking slightly, and fell on his desk where a black pen was already waiting to be used.
“R-Right,” Stiles could have punched himself. He was such an idiot. “It doesn’t work anymore. That’s—that’s why I’m asking you for a pen. Yeah.”
Olivia hummed amusement lighting up her face, and turned around, reaching for her satchel on the floor. She pulled out a blue pen and faced Stiles again, holding it out for him.
“There you go,” she said kindly. “You can keep it.”
“Oh, are you sure?” Stiles was kind of hoping she wanted it back so he could talk to her again. “I mean, I can give it back.”
“No, it’s fine,” she assured him. “Let’s hope this one works for you.”
Stiles chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, hopefully. Thanks, Olivia.”
“No problem, Stiles.”
As Olivia turned back around to read the rest of her syllabus, Stiles stared at the back of her head in shock. Olivia Martin knew his name? Olivia Martin knew who he was?
Like I said, he thought, best day ever.
Stiles shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused back on his syllabus just as the classroom door opened. The vice-principal walked into the room, a girl his age following him.
“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent,” the vice-principal gestured to the girl who smiled shyly. “Please do your best to make her feel welcome.”
Allison walked to the side of the classroom where Stiles, Scott, and Olivia were sitting, taking the last empty seat behind Scott. Stiles nodded at her in greeting and watched as Scott handed her a pen with a smitten look on his face.
“Thanks,” Allison whispered with a smile.
Scott grinned and caught the eye of Stiles, rolling his eyes as his best friend gave him a thumb’s up.
Mr. Thomas cleared his throat. “We’ll begin with Kafka’s Metamorphosis on page one hundred and thirty-three.”
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Ollie: We need to talk.
Olivia bit her lip as she texted Derek, hoping that he would have time for a phone call. He currently lived in New York but he was a couple of hours ahead of her, so she was pretty sure that he was done with work for the day.
She pressed her phone into her pocket, not expecting an answer right away, and focused back on the conversation she was having with Lydia.
“So, you’ve met the new girl?”
Lydia was talking about Allison Argent, the newest student of Beacon High. Olivia had her English class with Allison but she wasn’t exactly looking forward to meeting her. Her last name was Argent, after all.
The Argents were a notorious family that hunted supernatural creatures. Although Olivia wasn’t supernatural herself, her father was and that made her a target. Her mother was human, too, and look where she ended up. Killed just because she associated with someone who was a werewolf.
She didn’t know if Allison was a hunter like the rest of her family, but if she wasn’t and Olivia made friends with her, was it worth the risk? Did she want another target on her back?
“Not yet,” Olivia said finally, shaking her head.
Lydia hummed, looking down the hall where Allison was at her locker. “Well, I like her outfit. Let’s go talk to her.”
Olivia wanted to object but she knew that Lydia would talk to Allison anyway. She followed her cousin down the hall, knowing that she’d meet Allison sooner or later—especially if Lydia was so determined to talk to her.
“That jacket is absolutely killer,” Lydia announced their presence to Allison, who was looking down the hallway. Olivia followed her gaze, seeing that the new girl was staring in the direction of Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. “where’d you get it?”
“Thanks,” Allison smiled shyly. “My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco.���
“And you are our new best friend,” Lydia declared, pointing slyly at her. “I’m Lydia and this is my cousin, Liv.”
Olivia wanted to grimace and scold Lydia for putting Allison’s attention on her, but she kept her face smooth and clear of emotion. She wasn’t one to put her emotions on her sleeve—other than her happiness—and if Allison was a hunter, she wanted to show no weaknesses.
“Hey,” she greeted Allison politely. “We have English together.”
Allison’s face lit up in realization and when she smiled, her dimples popped out. “Oh, yeah. Nice to meet you.”
Olivia nodded. “You too.”
Allison seemed sweet enough but there was no way that Olivia was going to let her guard down.
Jackson Whittemore, Lydia’s boyfriend and Olivia’s friend, came up to them then, pulling Lydia into a sloppy kiss. They were a big fan of PDA but to Olivia, their make-out sessions were nauseating.
Allison must have agreed; she grimaced and awkwardly looked away.
“I want to say you’ll get used to it, but…” Olivia shrugged, giving Allison a sympathetic look.
Allison blanched. “Oh.”
Eventually, Lydia and Jackson tore themselves away from each other and Lydia took that time to obsess over Allison’s outfit again. While the redhead was observing the taller brunette’s bracelet, Olivia felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
Derek: I’m in town. When can you meet?
Olivia raised her eyebrows, shocked. She hadn’t known that Derek was back in town so soon after his visit. She wished that he had said something.
Ollie: Now. School’s over. Pick me up?
Derek: I’ll be there in five
Olivia sent him back a thumb’s up emoji just as Lydia mentioned Jackson’s party to Allison.
“So, this weekend, there’s a party.”
“A party?” Allison asked timidly.
Olivia could relate to Allison’s hesitation. She hated parties, especially ones thrown at their house where she couldn’t get away from the crowd of drunk teenagers.
“Yeah, it’s on Friday night,” Jackson confirmed. “You should come.”
“Uh, I can’t,” Allison shook her head apologetically. “It’s family night this Friday. Thanks for asking, though.”
“Are you sure?” Jackson prodded. “Everyone’s going after the scrimmage.”
“You mean like football?”
“I wish,” Olivia joked, playfully grinning at the annoyed look Jackson sent her. “Unfortunately, the football team’s a joke. The sport here is lacrosse.”
“We’ve won the state championship for the past three years,” Jackson boasted.
“Thanks to a certain team captain,” Lydia spoke up, grinning lovingly at her boyfriend.
Jackson smiled back at her before looking at Allison. “Well, we have practice in a few minutes. If you don’t have anything to do, maybe you can come.”
“Well, I was going to—”
“Perfect!” Lydia interrupted her brightly. “You’re coming.”
Reluctantly, Allison followed Olivia, Lydia, and Jackson down the hallway.
As they passed her locker, Olivia spoke up, “I’m gonna miss practice today,” she told her cousin. “I’m meeting up with Derek.”
Lydia raised her eyebrows. “He’s still in town?”
“Apparently,” Olivia shrugged. She patted Jackson on the shoulder and gave Allison a small smile. “Have a good practice, Jackson. It was nice to meet you, Allison.”
Allison smiled and waved at her while Jackson nodded. Olivia split off from the group and went to her locker, taking out her satchel and draping it around her shoulders.
Once she walked out to the parking lot, she was relieved to see Derek’s black Camaro parked where she could see it. She jogged over to the car and slid into the passenger seat.
“Why are you still in town?” she asked Derek as he pulled out of the parking lot, not even bothering to greet him.
Derek sighed heavily. “I did go back,” he told her. “But Laura stayed behind for a couple of days. She never came back.”
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, worried and confused. “So, she’s missing?”
“She was.”
“What does that mean? Did you find her?”
Derek pursed his lips sadly and looked over at Olivia. “Laura’s dead.”
-
Olivia stared blankly at the body in front of her, her eyes stinging from the need to cry. She had already shed tears on the way to the old Hale house where Derek had stashed Laura’s body and she felt like she was being weak if she cried any more. She hated crying, especially in front of someone. Sure, Derek was her cousin but they were alike when it came to showing emotional weakness.
Laura’s body was cut in half, sliced cleanly down the middle. Her brown hair was matted against her dirty back, sticky with blood and debris. Her blue eyes were fogged over, cloudy with death.
It made Olivia sick to her stomach, especially when she realized that Laura was the body that Mr. Thomas and the rest of the town were talking about.
“Did the Argents do this?”
The Argent family was famous for cutting a werewolf’s body in half. Usually, though, the Argents didn’t bother supernatural creatures unless they were harming humans. Laura was a gentle soul, she believed in preserving the relationship between the supernatural and the humans that lived in Beacon Hills.
“Maybe,” Derek exhaled deeply, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he looked down at his sister. “But if they did kill her, I’d be the alpha.”
Olivia looked over at her cousin, watching as his eyes flashed their usual icy-blue, not the deep red of an alpha.
“So, another werewolf killed her,” Olivia concluded.
Derek nodded. “I found something near her,” he pulled something from his pocket, handing it over to Olivia. “Do you recognize the name?”
Olivia glared down at the inhaler in her hand, reading the dirty label. The name of Scott McCall was printed in black ink, along with an expiration date and some instructions.
What the hell was Scott McCall doing by Laura’s body?
“Yeah, I recognize it,” Olivia confirmed, handing the inhaler back to Derek. “I go to school with Scott,” she sighed deeply. “What are we gonna do, Der?”
“We’re gonna bury her,” Derek’s lips trembled before falling into a scowl. “And then I’m gonna catch whoever did this.”
Olivia nodded, knowing that Derek was justified in doing whatever he needed to do to avenge Laura.
It didn’t take long to bury Laura’s body, though Derek did have to stop a couple of times to maintain his composure. Olivia kept him company, holding his hand tightly through his grief, trying to silently show him that she was there for him.
Once Derek flattened out the soil on Laura’s grave, Olivia took the wolfsbane rope that Derek prepared to ward off any werewolves around and laid it down into a spiral, the Hale family’s sign for vengeance. She attached it nicely to a wolfsbane plant and buried a few feet away from where Laura was.
The two of them stood silently over Laura’s grave, mourning their cousin and sister.
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“I don’t—I don’t know what it was,” Scott admitted as he and Stiles balanced on a large tree over the creek that trailed through the preserve, jumping onto solid ground. “It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.”
Scott was referring to lacrosse tryouts where he was put in the goal by Coach Finstock. Though he had been practicing since the end of last season, Scott hardly ever spent time in the goal. Coach didn’t care, though.
Surprisingly, Scott pulled it off. He caught every ball—other than the first one, which hit him in the head—even Jackson’s. His playing amazed everyone, including himself.
“And that’s not the only weird thing,” Scott continued, his eyes on the ground in search of his missing inhaler. “I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. I can smell things…”
“Smell things?” Stiles spoke up, skeptical. “Like what?”
Scott turned to him, both of them walking. “Like the spearmint gum in your pocket.”
Stiles cocked an eyebrow and stopped in his tracks, digging his hand into his jacket. “I don’t even have any spearmint—” he paused as he pulled out a stick of gum and looked at Scott, amazed. Scott shrugged in an I-told-you-so way.
The boys continued walking.
“So,” Stiles said thoughtfully. “All this started with a bite?”
“What if it’s like an infection?” Scott asked worriedly. “Like my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?”
Stiles grinned sneakily, seeing an opening for a prank. He wasn’t sure that Scott knew what lycanthropy was but with him spouting about how a wolf bit him and his newfound abilities, it was the perfect joke.
“You know what, I actually think I’ve heard of this,” he said, catching Scott’s attention. “It’s a specific kind of infection.”
Scott stopped. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Stiles nodded, putting his hands on his hips. “Yeah, I think it’s called lycanthropy.”
Scott’s eyes widened. “What’s that? Is that bad?”
Stiles couldn’t believe his luck. “Oh, yeah, it’s the worst,” he tried to keep the amusement from his voice. “But only once a month.”
“Once a month?”
Stiles hummed in confirmation. “On the night of the full moon.”
He tilted his head back and howled, mimicking a wolf. When Scott shook his head in annoyance and pushed him, he broke into snickers.
“Hey,” he chuckled. “you’re the one who heard a wolf howling.”
Scott narrowed his eyes and started walking again. “There could be something seriously wrong with me.”
“I know, you’re a werewolf!” Stiles exclaimed before fake growling. Scott didn’t look amused. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding,” he conceded. “But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s because Friday’s a full moon.”
Scott shook his head, coming to a stop. “We don’t even have a shop class,” he sighed, looking around at the familiar area. “I could have sworn this was it. The deer came running, I dropped my inhaler, and then I saw the body.”
He crouched down, sifting through the dead leaves by his feet.
“Maybe the killer moved the body,” Stiles suggested, looking around.
“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler,” Scott joked, looking up at Stiles. “Those things are, like, eighty bucks.”
Stiles snickered and looked around again, his heart stuttering in shock when he saw Olivia Martin and some guy standing a few feet away. They came out of nowhere, serious looks on both of their faces.
He slapped Scott’s shoulder, getting his attention.
As Scott got to his feet, the guy stalked forward. Olivia stood in place, crossing her arms over her chest.
“What are you doing here?” the guy asked crossly.
Stiles rubbed his buzzcut, feeling awkward.
“Huh?” the guy prodded when they didn’t answer. “This is private property.”
“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know,” Stiles apologized, looking between him and Olivia.
They were close to the old Hale house so that probably explained why Olivia was out here. But if Olivia was with this guy so close to the dilapidated mansion, he figured that the guy was one of the other survivors of the fire. Stiles guessed that he was her cousin, Derek Hale.
“Yeah,” Scott added to Stiles’ excuse. “we were just looking for something, but forget—"
Derek Hale cut off Scott, pulling his hand out of his leather jacket and throwing whatever he had at Scott. Scott caught it without much thought, looking down at his inhaler in shock.
Stiles glanced from the inhaler back at Olivia and Derek, only to find that they were gone.
“Uh,” Scott shook his head and slipped his inhaler into his pocket, looking at Stiles. “All right, come on. I gotta get to work.”
Stiles looked at him in disbelief. “Dude, that was Derek Hale. You remember what happened, right?”
“That was Olivia’s cousin?”
“Yeah, he’s only a few years older than us,” Stiles confirmed.
“What happened?” Scott asked, not remembering the tragic deaths of the Hale family and many others.
“His family, Olivia’s mom...they all burned to death in a fire six years ago,” Stiles informed him.
“I wonder what he’s doing back.”
Stiles shook his head, shrugging. “Probably visiting Olivia,” he took his keys out of his pocket, twirling them around his index finger. “Come on.”
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The rest of the week passed quickly and Stiles was going out of his mind. Scott continued to act weirdly; he outperformed everyone at lacrosse tryouts, he winced every time the school bell rang, and the morning before the party, he slept walked into the woods.
Stiles had already started researching what could be wrong with his best friend but when his dad got a call from the lab where the dead body was sent and they discovered that there was wolf hair on the body, he was mystified.
Was his joke from the other day not a joke? Could Scott possibly be a werewolf?
Stiles didn’t know how to approach the topic with Scott but when he flipped over a couple of players on the lacrosse field and still scored a goal, Stiles knew he needed to confront his best friend.
He spent the rest of the afternoon researching anything that involved werewolves. There was a bunch of nonsense from Harry Potter, Twilight and The Vampire Diaries but eventually, he found some promising websites that gave him helpful information. He printed off numerous pages of articles, ranging from the effects of silver and wolfsbane to the first Lycan folklore.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at the screen of his MacBook, reading through the last paragraph of the article about supernatural hunters. He jumped in shock and closed his computer when there were rapid knocks on his closed door.
Scott was here.
He jumped out of his desk chair and opened the door, relieved to see Scott on the other side.
“Get in,” he ushered his best friend into his room, speaking rapidly. “You gotta see this. I’ve been researching all afternoon. I found a bunch of information.”
Scott grinned at him, recognizing his jerky movements and quick words. “How much Adderall have you had today?”
“A lot,” Stiles admitted, sitting at his desk and grabbing some of the papers he printed. “Doesn’t matter, okay? Just listen.”
“Oh, is this about the body?” Scott asked, throwing his backpack on Stiles’ bed and taking a seat next to it. “Did they find out who did it?”
“No, they’re still questioning people, even Derek Hale,” Stiles said, turning his chair to face him.
“Oh, Olivia’s cousin?” Scott’s face lit up in recognition. “Maybe that’s why she’s been grumpy all week.”
Stiles shrugged, remembering the frown and passive glare that had been on Olivia’s face the past few days. “I don’t know,” he shook his head. “But that’s not it, okay?”
“What then?”
“Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore,” Stiles said seriously. As Scott shook his head, confused, he pursed his lips. “The wolf, the bite in the woods? I started doing all this research—”
He flipped the papers in his hands, searching for the information on the howl of a wolf, and stood up. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?”
Scott stared at him, wondering where Stiles was going with this. “Should I?”
“It’s a signal,” Stiles regurgitated the information from the papers he was holding. “When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So, if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby.”
Scott straightened in alarm. “A whole pack of wolves?”
“No,” Stiles corrected him. “Werewolves.”
Tension practically fizzled in the air as Scott gave Stiles an annoyed look and stood up from the bed.
“Are you seriously wasting my time with this?” he scoffed, narrowing his eyes as he picked up his backpack so he could leave. “You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.”
Stiles stepped in front of him. “I saw you on the field today, Scott. What you did wasn’t just amazing, all right? It was impossible.”
“Yeah, so I made a good shot,” Scott shrugged, trying to get past Stiles.
Stiles stopped him again, taking the backpack from his hands and throwing it back onto the bed. “No, you made an incredible shot. I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes? People can’t just suddenly do that overnight.”
Scott sighed and bowed his head.
“And there’s the vision and the senses,” Stiles continued, his voice growing louder. “and don’t even think I don’t notice that you don’t need your inhaler anymore!”
“Okay!” Scott interrupted, fed up. “Dude, I can’t think about this now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?! What, no!” Stiles exclaimed, becoming panicked. “The full moon’s tonight. Don’t you get it?”
Scott’s chest puffed up as he grew irritated with his best friend. “What are you trying to do?” he asked Stiles harshly. “I just made the first line, I got a date with a girl who I can’t believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?”
Stiles shook his head and sat in his chair. “I’m trying to help,” he reminded Scott. “You’re cursed, Scott. The moon won’t just cause you to physically change, okay? It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”
Scott gritted his teeth. “Bloodlust?”
“Yeah, your urge to kill.”
“I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles,” Scott sneered, glaring at him.
Stiles sucked in a sharp breath and turned to his desk, picking up another printed article. “You gotta hear this. ‘The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.’ All right?” he finished reading and looked back at Scott. “I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does.”
Stiles stood up and walked purposely toward Scott’s backpack. “You gotta cancel this date,” he proclaimed, digging through Scott’s bag for his cell phone. “I’m gonna call her right now.”
Scott sighed heavily. “What are you doing?”
Stiles found the phone and stood up, preparing to message Allison. “I’m canceling your date.”
“No, give it to me!” Scott yelled, grabbing Stiles’ arm and forcefully pushing him into the wall by his desk.
He raised his fist, preparing to punch Stiles as his best friend squirmed, waiting for the blow. Scott’s fist shook severely as he turned away and shouted with rage, pushing away Stiles’ chair.
Stiles looked at Scott with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. As Scott calmed down, he saw Stiles’ face, growing ashamed at the fear there.
He shuffled away from Stiles, grabbing his backpack. “I’m sorry,” he apologized sincerely, stepping toward the door. He looked back at Stiles once more, remorseful at the way his best friend stared at him. “I-I gotta go get ready for that party. I’m sorry.”
Stiles didn’t speak as Scott left the room. When his door shut firmly, he sighed heavily and knocked his head against his wall in frustration.
He was aggravated that Scott got violent with him, but if Scott was a werewolf, then he had to get over his irritation. Scott could hurt someone and if he was still going to Lydia’s party, Stiles had to be there in case something bad happened.
He huffed and bent down, picking up his chair that Scott had tossed away. Seeing the large scratches in the fake leather, he froze.
This was going to be a bad night.
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Olivia leaned against the wall just inside her living room, her eyes warily searching the crowd of teenagers that were drinking cheap beer and dancing to the techno music that Danny provided. She was on the lookout for Scott McCall, hoping that he wasn’t going to show up.
When Derek told her that Scott was bitten and now a werewolf, she was shocked. She couldn’t believe that Scott—who was basically a nobody with really bad asthma—was going to turn into a raging monster on the nights of the full moon.
And the full moon was tonight, which was why she was actually participating in the party. Scott had asked Allison to go to the party with him and if he showed up, Olivia had to make sure he wouldn’t hurt anyone when the moon reached its peak.
She was just grateful that Derek was there, somewhere among her partying schoolmates. He’d be the only one who could stop Scott from acting out.
Olivia perked up when she saw Stiles Stilinski walk into the living room, his eyes searching the crowd much like she had been doing.
If anyone knew Scott, she thought, it’d be Stiles.
Olivia placed her red cup of soda on a nearby table and made her way over to Stiles, trying not to bump into anyone’s full cup.
“Stiles, right?” she asked him, loud enough to be heard over the music pumping through the many speakers around the house and backyard.
She knew his name, of course, but she didn’t want to intimidate him.
Stiles gaped at her, his whiskey eyes sweeping her up and down, taking in her red dress with cutouts around the waist and brown boots. “Yeah, I’m Stiles. You’re Olivia.”
“I know,” Olivia gave him a weird look. “Can we talk?”
“What?”
“Can we talk?”
“Sure!” Stiles nodded eagerly, a goofy grin—that Olivia had to admit was kind of cute—adorning his face. “Lead the way!”
Olivia took his sweaty hand and pulled him out of the living room, through the hallway, and into her aunt’s office, which was off-limits to party-goers. The walls weren’t exactly soundproof, but they could hear each other way better with the bonus of privacy.
“So, uh, what’d you want to talk about?” Stiles asked, awkwardly rubbing his buzzcut.
“Frankly, I want to talk about Scott,” Olivia said bluntly, missing the way Stiles frowned in disappointment.
“Uh, okay, but he’s here with Allison and he really likes her, so…”
“No, I don’t care about his relationship status,” Olivia shook her head, rolling her eyes. “I care about the fact that it’s a full moon tonight and he’s in a crowd full of people.”
Stiles gaped at her. “What, I—?” he shook his head, focusing. “How do you know about…?”
“About the fact that he’s a werewolf?” Olivia raised her eyebrows. Stiles nodded; she shrugged. “Derek told me.”
“Well, how does Derek know?”
“Because Derek’s a werewolf,” she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Are you fucking serious?” Stiles cursed under his breath. Of course Derek Hale was a fucking werewolf. Why wouldn’t he be?
What had he gotten himself into?
“Look, we don’t know you or Scott that well, but we want to help,” Olivia spoke up after letting Stiles absorb the new information. “Derek has experience with full moons, he can help Scott get through it.”
“Are you a werewolf?” Stiles asked, still trying to come to terms with everything.
“No,” Olivia shook her head. “My dad was but I’m not.”
“Oh,” Stiles nodded, scratching the back of his neck, his mind whirling a mile a minute. He paused, giving her a skeptical look. “Why should we trust you?”
“Like I said, Derek knows what Scott’s about to go through,” Olivia said patiently. “And, honestly, I don’t want Scott to rip into anyone out there. It’s not safe for anyone involved.”
Stiles nodded slowly; he and Scott didn’t exactly need to explicitly trust Derek but if he could help Scott with the full moon, what was the harm? They didn’t have anything to lose at the moment.
“Fine,” he agreed, hoping that Scott would too. “We should probably get out there before Scott and Allison show up.”
“I’m glad we agree,” Olivia smiled at him, opening the door and following him out of the room.
Stiles’ heart quickened as Olivia’s arm brushed against his as they walked back to the party, a brand-new song starting.
“You want a drink?” Olivia asked him loudly, gesturing toward the drink table.
Stiles nodded. “Sure!”
They hustled to the table and poured their drinks, both of them opting for a non-alcoholic beverage. Afterward, they walked around, trying to find Scott and Allison. When they found the couple dancing outside, they waited together to see what would happen.
It only took two songs for Scott to start transforming under the influence of the full moon. He stumbled away from Allison and into the house.
Stiles and Olivia approached him cautiously.
“Scott, you good?” Stiles asked him.
“Are you okay?” Olivia added worriedly before looking for a sign of her cousin.
Scott pushed past them, ignoring their questions, and stumbled out of the house, knocking into a couple of people.
Before Olivia and Stiles could follow Scott, Allison ran after him, calling out his name. As Scott ignored Allison, Olivia and Stiles followed her, coming out of the house just in time to see Derek offering Allison a ride.
“What’s your cousin doing?” Stiles asked Olivia, frustrated and a little panicked.
Olivia shook her head. “I don’t know. You go after Scott, I’ll talk to Derek.”
Stiles nodded and ran off, finding his jeep and driving away. Meanwhile, Olivia walked up to Allison and Derek.
“Hey,” she greeted them, trying to keep her nerves at bay. “Allison, are you leaving?”
“Uh, yeah,” Allison gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, I’m not feeling well.”
“I offered to give her a ride home,” Derek spoke up, giving Olivia a pointed look that Allison didn’t catch.
Olivia knew what he was doing and she wished he wouldn’t. She had already talked to Stiles and got him to trust them. If Stiles agreed to them helping Scott, she was sure that Scott would agree, too. This—what Derek was doing—was just going to piss them off.
However, she knew Derek. He wouldn’t back down.
Olivia hesitantly nodded and smiled at Allison. “Well, you’ll be safe with Derek. See you at school on Monday?”
Allison nodded with a small smile. “Yeah.”
“Feel better, Allison.”
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Stiles huffed, silently cursing to himself as he continued to drive down the highway just outside of the preserve. He’d been searching for Scott all night and had yet to find him after he ran off to find Derek and Allison.
Of course, Stiles knew Allison was safe at home but he wondered if Scott knew that.
Really, he was pissed. Not at Scott but Derek and Olivia. Olivia had said that Derek was going to help Scott but instead Scott revealed that Derek was the one to bite Scott and kill the girl in the woods. He was inclined to trust his best friend more than some random guy and the girl he had been crushing on since the second grade.
So, what was Derek and Olivia’s plan? And why did Olivia approach him, giving him false promises?
Stiles narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of Scott up ahead, walking on the side of the road. He was shirtless and clutching his right arm, as though he was injured.
Stiles pulled up and stopped, letting him into the jeep.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling off his blazer to give to Scott to wear.
“Yeah,” Scott mumbled, pulling the blazer over him. He leaned his head against his door as Stiles started driving and sighed. “You know what I’m worried about?”
Stiles licked his lips and side-glanced Scott, annoyed. “If you say Allison, I’m gonna punch you in the nuts.”
“She probably hates me now,” Scott complained, ignoring what Stiles said.
Stiles groaned. “I doubt that,” he disagreed. “but you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology…Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the fact that you’re a fuckin’ werewolf!”
Scott looked at him tiredly, eyebrows raised high on his forehead.
“Okay, bad idea,” Stiles admitted sheepishly.
Scott sighed and laid his head back on his window.
“Hey, we’ll get through this,” Stiles comforted Scott, nudging his knee before returning his hand to the steering wheel. “Come on, if I have to, I’ll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I could do it.”
Scott chuckled, cheered up by his best friend’s goofiness. “Sure, if it comes to that.”
Stiles pumped his fist. “Yes!”
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Chapter 205: Meet The Trafalgars AU: Flirting
Chapters: Law, Ruby, obvious Heart Pirate boys mention
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language
Notes: Heard y'all liked this AU ;)
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“You really are persistent,” Ruby said as she sat on the bar.
“I get what I want.”
“And what exactly do you want here? I already told you I’m not sleeping with you.”
Law rolled his eyes. “It was never about sleeping with you. I just wanted to get to know you because you’re interesting.”
“Uh-huh.” Ruby sipped her cranberry vodka. “Don’t rich, attractive doctors have better things to do then hang out with a half dressed bouncer?”
“You think I’m attractive?” Law teased her.
“Anyone can see you’re the next “Doctor Sexy,” jackass.”
Law smirked and sipped his bourbon. He liked Ruby. He found himself coming to The Tidepool often just to talk to her. She was turning into a friend. He wanted to hang out with her outside of the bar.
Admittedly, he had a small crush on her.
He just wanted to get to know her! He wanted to take her on a date and just talk to her. He didn’t even want to sleep with her. He couldn’t get enough of her fiery personality and quick wit.
And she was pretty. Really pretty. Long, wavy brown hair. Bright brown eyes. Calf muscles. Calf muscles. She was so buff, he wanted her to pick him and carry him out of this bar.
He also, however, did not want to seem weird. He wasn’t going to ask her out. That would definitely be weird. Unless she made some sort of obvious move, he was fine teasing her in the bar. He just hoped he didn’t annoy her too much.
Ruby finished her drink and jumped off of the bar. She stretched and rolled her neck. “Gotta do my job, hold on.”
Law scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion. He didn’t see anyone getting too rowdy. He watched Ruby walk up to a couple. She tapped on the man’s back.
“What?” They snapped.
“You need to leave.”
“Says who?”
“Me. I’m the bouncer and you’re harassing her,” Ruby said flatly. Law looked to the woman and...she was definitely distressed. Law had just completely overlooked them and Ruby spotted it without a problem. You would think Law would’ve noticed distress...he’s a doctor. Law shifted awkwardly, a little ashamed of his blatant disregard.
The man and Ruby started to argue before Ruby rolled her eyes. Law watched Ruby intensely as she lifted up the man by his shirt with one hand. The man sputtered and spit in surprise. Ruby walked him out of the door and threw him out of the bar. The woman wiped her eyes and ran over to Ruby, taking her hands. Ruby blinked and smiled awkwardly. The woman turned away and Ruby walked over to her spot on the bar.
“How did you get so strong?” Law asked stupidly.
“I exercise.”
“Right, you’re just so strong because you work out a little.”
Ruby smirked. “I’ve been this way for years and I know my routine and how to keep myself fit.”
“How old are you?”
“24. You?”
“24.”
Ruby blinked before looking over to him. “What?”
“24.”
“Don’t doctors have to like...be in school for a long ass time?”
“I went to college early since I was as smart as I am.”
Ruby made a disgusted noise and rolled her eyes. “Of course you did.”
“What about you? Did you go to bouncer school?”
“No.” And that was definitely the end of that. That tone meant she was done with that topic. Law backed off and took a sip of his bourbon. “So...I have a question.”
Law looked at her curiously. “Go for it.”
“How...active is the military and government here?”
Law shrugged. “Never really noticed them.” Law watched Ruby’s lips twitch into frown. “They mostly stay around the White Lead mines protecting it from people who would steal it for black market shit.”
Ruby grinned widely, like she made a joke to herself. “Good to know.”
“Don’t tell me you’re black market.”
“Not anymore,” Ruby joked.
Law chuckled and Ruby smiled. He liked that smile. It was very pretty. Ruby looked at him and he felt himself start to blush. She was so so so pretty. He wanted to just talk to her all night.
“What do you do other than this?” He asked.
Ruby’s eyebrows rose. “Uh, well.” She cleared her throat. “I garden,” she said smally. “And do art.”
“Art? What kind?” Law started to get excited. She was starting to talk about her life to him.
“Photography and painting.” She blushed with a grin.
Law smiled. “Where did you learn?” Ruby lost her grin and looked like she frowned in shame. Law stared at her confused.
“I taught myself.”
“Why are you embarrassed? That’s-”
Ruby glared at him, closing herself up again. “My life is none of your business.”
He raised his hands up in defeat. “Sorry.” Ruby huffed and turned to Ari. Ari handed her a beer without a word. Ruby turned and her hand turned into wood...what. “What?”
Ruby raised her brow as she ripped off the cap off of the bottle with her hands. “What?”
“You’re a Devil Fruit user?”
“Yep.”
“And you turn into wood?”
“Plants. You name a plant and I can turn into it.”
He stared at her. “Any?”
“Any.”
“Have you considered going into pharmaceutical work?”
“Nope!” She stuck her tongue out. “Hate the idea of helping people like that. You can do it for the both of us. I’m happy just using flowers for my portraits.”
“I see…” Law looked down at his bourbon and then back to her. She was busying herself with a book she had pulled out from the bar while sipping on her beer. Seems that she was over their conversation. Law finished his bourbon and placed the glass on the bar. “I’m going to get out of your hair.”
“Get home safe.”
Law paused. Ruby didn’t look up from her book and there was no indication that she had said something so...kind. Law felt himself smile against his wishes.
“Thanks.”
~~~~~
Ruby adjusted her makeup. She fluffed her hair. She smelled herself.
Perfect.
“You know,” Ari said, bored. “You can just ask him out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That Trafucker dude. You’re both obviously attracted to each other. Just get it over with and stop flirting at my bar.”
“Whatever.” Ruby tried to hide her blush. Admittedly...she very much liked Law. His smug attitude, his smooth voice, that smirk he gets when he teases her. Oh, and he was hot. So hot. Like he was constantly being ogled but he was too busy messing with her to pay attention.
Ruby looked at the clock on the wall and grinned. It was almost time. She smoothed out her clothes, grabbed her book, and pretended to read it as she waited for Law to walk through the door.
The doorbell jingled
Ruby stole a glance and it was Law. His usual cocky look gone. Ruby frowned a little. He looked defeated. Three people followed him in. The usual three he came with when he wasn’t alone. He walked straight to the bar, not sparing her a glance.
“Bourbon.” He said flatly. Ruby hid her frown behind her book. He looked over, acting like he didn’t know she was there in her usual spot. “Hey.”
“Hey.” She said. “Shitty day?”
“Yeah.” He picked up his drink when Ari placed it on the bar. “See you.”
“See ya.” Ruby watched him walk to the table the other three had sat at. Ruby stared at him for a moment before sighing.
“Disappointed?” Ari said suddenly. Ruby jumped and then glared at him. “Don’t get mad at me because he’s not paying attention to you.”
“I’m not upset that he’s not paying attention to me.” Ruby scoffed. Ruby looked back over to Law and his friends. There really was a depressing air over the table. Ruby took a deep breath and hopped over the bar. “I’m giving them a pitcher. Take it out of my paycheck.”
“Yeah, you totally don’t have a crush on him.”
Ruby rolled her eyes and prepared a pitcher of beer for the table. She grabbed glasses and made her way to the table only to be run into and have beer spilled all over her. She took a deep breath and…
“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” The person told her. Ruby blinked and stared at them.
“Don’t break anything.” Ari said from the bar.
“Did you just call me a dumbass?” Ruby asked. She felt the eyes of everyone in the room staring at them. The air was tense.
“And?”
Ruby cleared her throat and stuck out her hand. “I’m Ruby,” she said sweetly. The dude stuck out their hand and took hers cautiously. They had no idea what was going on and stupidly gave her their hand. “I’m the bouncer.” She squeezed their hand and there were some cracks. The person started groaning in pain as they crumbled to the ground.
“You broke my hand!”
“And?” Ruby let go of their hand and shook her hand like she touched something disgusting. The person cradled their hand.
She watched Law stand up and walk over to them. He roughly took the person's hand and examined it. “You really did break it.”
“I know.” Ruby huffed.
“You should probably go to a hospital,” Law said and let go of the person’s hand. They whimpered and left the bar. “Sorry you got beer on you.”
“Don’t be, I've had far worse on me.”
“Didn’t realize you waited on tables.”
“I don’t.” Ruby sighed. She bent down and picked up the glasses and pitcher. She walked over to the bar and placed the items on the bar.
“Go home,” Ari said. “Get changed. Come back if you want.”
“Yeah yeah,” Ruby grumbled. Ari handed her her purse and Ruby turned to leave. “See ya,” she said as she passed by Law.
“Hold on,” Law said and she stopped. She raised her brow at him. “Let us walk you home.”
Ruby’s eyebrows shot up and she almost laughed. “Uh...why?” Law shrugged, not giving her an answer. “Fine.” She adjusted her purse and started to walk out.
The three men plus mink followed after her. Ruby tried not to look uncomfortable. Why in the hell did they want to follow her? They knew she could kick all four of their asses. They started to talk behind her and Ruby tuned them out, not really caring about their conversation.
“I’m surprised you actually said yes,” Law told her.
Ruby looked at him in the corner of her eye. “Well, the way I see it. If you are trying to hurt and/or stalk me, I can just kill you and be over with it.” Law laughed sarcastically. “I’m serious.”
Law stared at her for a moment, his eyes slowly showing that he recognized that she would, in fact, kill him. “You’re pretty intimidating.”
“Yep, that’s how I prefer it.”
“Why?”
“Did you know you’re really nosy?” Ruby remarked. “If you’ve lived the life I have, you’d understand.”
Law went silent, staring at the sidewalk as they walked towards her apartment complex. “So...where are you from?”
“An island on the Grand Line.”
“You look like you’re from the Grand Line.”
“Thanks, I guess. What does that even mean?”
Law was silent. She looked at him with a raised brow. He swallowed. “Uh...you look tough.”
“Uh-huh.”
“What I mean is...you don’t look like you lived a comfortable life.”
“Well, that’s definitely true.” Ruby smirked, not caring about his lack of tact. She stopped in front of her apartment complex.
“Why are we stopping at this shitty place?” Ruby stared at him blankly. “Oh.” He cleared his throat.
“Alright, rich boy, thanks for walking me home,” she said and opened the door. “See you when I see you.” She closed the door behind her, not waiting for a response.
Ruby sighed and made her way to her apartment. She opened the door, dropped her purse, and started to strip. She collapsed on the couch naked.
She supposed she could flirt with Law another day.
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