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heartbreakgrill · 8 months

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stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; pt. 4, “you say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times, we’re not trying.”

a/n: thank you for all of the love! this takes place at the beginning of season 3, but there's some weird things i chose to do. they're in lacrosse season and cross country at the same time to stay relevant to both mine and the show's plot. also, the season only takes place over like three months, so it's gonna seem fast, though that's how it canonically goes. much love, friends!

trigger warning: this is the motel California episode, so a brief mention of unaliving.

tagging: @ariianelle (dm me if you’d like to be tagged! i lose a lot of comments in my notifs <3)

“can we please play some real music?”

y/n glanced up from her phone, open on the texts between her and danny, to see megan reaching through the front seats, towards the radio. y/n snickered slightly as the drake song switched to a pop station.

leo huffed from the driver’s seat, “baby, we’ve talked about this! driver picks the music!”

“baby,” megan mocked with a silly expression, “i don’t care. i’m not listening to just drake songs for another 5 hours.”

y/n hummed in agreement, “girls rule, boys drool.”

jack scoffed from the passenger seat, “you’re never gonna win that fight, leo.”

megan looked towards her with proud defiance, and offered up her palm for a high five. y/n gave her one, before looking back down to her phone. danny had sent another message.

danny: idk this lower classman looks like he’s about to get hella sick and stiles keep bugging him

y/n: so do you think the bus is gonna stop??? i have to pee soooo badly

danny: lemme ask coach

danny: oh stiles is already asking coach hang on

danny: coach says no

danny: it’s ok if u guys aren’t directly behind us

y/n: no it’s not just that i just don’t wanna be a bother to anybody by having to stop the car. plus leo’s already gonna be in trouble for missing the bus lol

danny: ugh whatever

danny: o fuck lower class man just fucking project uke vomited

danny: see u in a sec lover 😝❤️

–

the big yellow bus donned with the beacon hills school name across the side of it pulled bumpily into a motel parking lot. the inhabitants cringed from both the poor driving and the lingering smell of puke. unlike the rest of them, stiles sat proudly, with an all-too pleased smile on his expression.

y/n bounced in her seat slightly as leo pulled the car into a parking spot. she peered around in an attempt to find a bathroom area. she would’ve used the bathroom back at the rest stop, but leo thought it would be smart to get ahead of the bus.

now, it looked like they’d all be trapped in some motel that looked straight out of that psycho movie.

megan tapped her shoulder and pointed towards the front office. “let’s go ask the lady in there.”

leo had missed the bus for the cross country meet this morning, and since y/n, jack, and megan were already planning on coming out to support him, they carpooled together. they didn’t always make it out to meets, especially not ones hours from home, but they each had free weekends, and thought it would be fun to tag along.

y/n and megan went off to the bathroom, while leo and jack joined the hoard of students. danny, having just collected the key to his room, spotted two of his friends. they waved him over, and danny happily jogged their way.

stiles glanced over at danny as he went. he recognized jack and leo and peered around for megan, maybe even y/n. she hadnt responded to his text, the one he sent on tuesday, the day after their encounter in the jeep. he apologized for rushing out of there so quickly. but she hadn’t even read it.

scott said something, drawing stiles attention away. they went off to find their room, lydia and allison, isaac and boyd, closely behind them. just as they found the external stairs, y/n and megan came trotting out of the front office.

danny saw his best friend over jack’s shoulder and lit up. “oh, my love!”

y/n grinned and jumped up on the toes of her shoes. “hello, handsome!” she hugged him.

“listen,” leo cut into their moment, pointing over to coach finstock. “i’m gonna go see if coach will get us a room, since i’m supposed to be on that bus anyways.”

megan latched onto his hand, “i’ll come with!”

danny, y/n, and jack waved after them. y/n sighed, and glanced around the crowd of students, who were breaking off into groups. danny followed her gaze and snorted with a smirk.

“what?” she glanced up at him.

“he just went to find his room,” danny pointed towards the stairs behind them. “wanna go say hi?”

y/n waved him off, quickly, antsy on her feet, “no, no. that’s not what we agreed on, remember? i am staying away.”

danny nodded his head, slow, as if he didn’t really believe her. “we’ll see how long that lasts.”

y/n scoffed and punched his shoulder. “i mean it, you ass. mindless sex is the last thing i need right now.”

jack looked up from his phone, “who’s having mindless sex?”

y/n waved him off, “literally nobody.”

“i think you should,” jack shrugged, looking back down at his phone.

she crossed her arms and popped a hip, “excuse me?”

jack glanced back up, “i’m just saying. you spent how long moping over sam. best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else.”

at the mention of sam, y/n usually felt her chest constrict slightly. it happened this time, too, like the trigger of his name blew out all her defenses. but, she recovered quickly.

that had been happening a lot more lately- recovery. he didn’t have as much a hold on her anymore.

danny snickered at jack’s words, “oh, you have no idea-“

y/n shoved danny harshly. “would you two shut the fuck up? my sex life is not public business.”

“of lack, thereof,” jack mumbled to himself.

y/n went to clap back, when megan and leo showed back up with a singular room key. leo held it up between his fingers, and wiggled it, “could only get one, but- room 216.”

“thank god,” jack took the key from leo, “i could use a shower.”

he led the way to the stairs, and megan and leo followed closely behind. y/n started after them, but faltered her steps once she realized. megan would want to sleep with leo, leaving the only other open bed in jack’s name. he’d say it’s not big deal, that they could sleep in the same bed no problem. but, even though they’d been in the same friend group for a few years now, she didn’t trust him all that much.

she turned back to danny, “please, please, please let me stay in your room with you-?”

danny looked down at her, shoulders dropping as he noticed her eyes turn up in a sappy, puppy-dog manner. he rolled his eyes, “of course you can, you don’t have to make that pathetic face. i’m rooming with ethan, but he doesn’t care. let’s go.”

danny called over the new kid and explained the rooming situation to him. he was completely okay with it, and introduced himself to y/n formally. she’d seen him around and heard about him, but this was the first she’d spoken to him. he was friendly enough.

y/n followed danny and ethan up the stairs. they ran into megan, jack, and leo and passed on the rooming news to them. then, just as they began moving along, the door beside them popped open. scott and stiles piled out.

y/n, frivolous and non-confrontational, did a two-step around ethan, slotting herself beside danny and the railing. stiles didn’t pay enough attention to anything, but he smelled her shampoo linger through the air. stiles looked over just quick enough to watch her disappear into the room beside his and scott’s.

this was going to be a long night.

–

luckily, danny had an extra pair of boxers for y/n to wear as makeshift pajama bottoms. the two boys, sweaty and tired from the bus ride in, took turns showering, while y/n scrolled mindlessly through the television. afterwards, ethan and danny made themselves comfy on the other bed. they were in a similar situation as y/n and stiles- sleeping together, with the agreement that feelings wouldn’t get involved. tale as old as time.

“man, i wish we had snacks. i’m starving,” danny pointed out as he pulled the covers over his legs. ethan sat a few feet from his left shoulder, as if they were trying to keep distance between them.

but, y/n wasn’t stupid- she recognized the tension between them. she knew it all too well. she knew danny wanted to hold ethan’s hand, knew ethan’s darting eyes lingered on danny’s lips- more than once. while ethan started their movie, she came up with the idea to give them a few moments alone. she’d read enough romance books to know the trope- one of them would break eventually.

“i saw a vending machine,” y/n recalled, sitting up in the bed, “i’ll go grab some stuff.”

she collected her purse from the floor and the room key from danny’s bedside table, before her friend could protest. she passed danny a knowing look as she slipped out the door. she wriggled her eyebrows in delight. danny rolled his eyes, though he was blushing, and the tiniest smile cracked his lips.

y/n’s tennis shoes creaked against the floor of the balcony. the motel was obviously old, with rusted corners. it had the faint smells of dust bunnies and moth balls whipping through the air. the sun had set since the start of their movie, and it made the already creepy setting a little more chilling. it was comforting that she saw a few of her classmates, moving between rooms, hanging out on the balcony. but, even though there were plenty of people, the motel had a way of making her feel felt deserted, distant from the rest of the world.

she turned the corner and finally saw the vending machine, tucked into the corner with the ice. she spent a few minutes picking out a few different things, and even managed to stretch out the time by popping open a bag of m&m’s. she checked her phone and saw that ten minutes had finally passed. y/n felt she could return now. if they hadn’t confessed their love for each other, hopefully they’d at least kissed or something.

y/n slid the key into the door handle, hitting it loudly against the metal in order to make danny and ethan aware of her return. she slowly, surely, opened the door. much to her surprise- and delight- she was met with the sight of way too much bare ass skin.

y/n slammed the door closed, eyes squeezed shut, a little scarred from whoever’s ass she had just seen. shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door, and she assumed danny and ethan were sorting themselves out. but, she felt bad, cockblocking them, so she called out, “hey, don’t even worry about it. i’m gonna go ask lydia if she has makeup wipes. you two…have loads of fun!”

y/n huffed out a breath. her hand fell off the door knob, and she looked around. lydia was just two doors down. she remembered seeing the redhead with allison, when they went inside their room earlier. but, she couldn’t remember if it was the door right next to theirs, or the one after it.

she wasn’t really sure.

all she did know was that stiles and scott were behind one of those two doors. and with her luck…

y/n opted for just sitting on one of the chairs in front of danny’s room. she pulled up a book on her phone. danny would text her, or even come and find her, once he was done doing whatever it is he was doing.

it was taking all her willpower to ignore stiles. the fact that she even missed him as much as she did was a red flag on the entire situation. she tried to convince herself that she didn’t miss him, but his lips, his words, his ability to draw out of her a feeling she’d never really known.

but thinking like that made it worse.

y/n occupied her mind with a few pages in her book. but, as she turned another chapter, she heard a a couple pairs of feet scuttle up the stairs. two voices she recognized were speaking in hushed whispers, anxiety setting their tones. y/n looked up from her phone, flushing a little when she saw stiles’ face in the dim light of the motel balcony. they were coming her way.

she tucked her chin into her chest, eyes glued to her phone, hoping they wouldn’t be paying enough attention to notice her. her chest was tight. she felt tingly.

that luck of hers…

“y/n? hey, hey, what’re you doing here?” stiles pushed past scott, squatting to his knees before her. his hand came to rest on her knee, his touch soft and warm.

y/n didn’t realize how cold she was, in just her tank top that she wore and the boxer’s she borrowed from danny. she shivered, brows drawing together in concern. “what?”

stiles sounded worried, a little scared, like there was something really wrong. his eyes fluttered around her, over his shoulder towards scott. the latter boy’s hair was wet, and y/n glanced out to the parking lot to see if it was raining. the wind whipped towards them, and the smell of gasoline prickled her nose. she looked back at scott, tilting her head. was he covered in gasoline?

stiles squeezed her knee, “what room are you in? you need to get inside, here, cmon.” he grabbed onto her hand, entwined his fingers with hers like it was habitual. pulled her to her feet.

“what’re you talking about?” y/n furrowed her brows, squeezing onto his hand.

scott spoke this time, “it’s, uh- we saw an animal or something weird in the parking lot. like, a mountain lion or-“ he exchanged a confused look with stiles, like neither were sure of his testimony, “or something.”

y/n shivered, again, fear from all of the animal attacks that plagued beacon hills settling on her skin in the form of goosebumps. stiles noticed and he quickly shrugged his coat off. he slid it around her easily, “what room are you in?”

“d-danny’s,” she stepped closer to him, grabbed his hand again. she pointed to the room in front of them. “we need to tell coach. what if it-“

“danny and ethan’s?” stiles clarified as he cut her off. she nodded, words falling from her lips.

scott and stiles shared a look, and the latter boy shook his head. “why don’t you come hang out with us for a bit? we can watch a movie or something?” scott offered.

y/n shrugged, “i guess. i’ll text danny and let him know. hey, we should really-“

“it’s okay,” stiles led her into their room, and scott followed.

she slipped out of her shoes and sat, warily, on the edge of one of their beds. stiles peeked out through the blinds, on guard from whatever was out there. y/n felt there was more to the situation than either of them was going to let on. being in such close corners with scott now- the gasoline was so thick in the air. but, the mountain lion story alone was enough to freak her out.

and, she didn’t know if she needed or even wanted to know anything more. weird things always seemed to happen in this town. she didn’t need a reason to have a panic attack.

scott got a text. he quickly pulled out his phone. the abrupt end of the silence lingering in the room made y/n jump slightly.

stiles reared his head towards his friend, “what? what is it?”

scott’s eyes glanced over to y/n, who was staring blankly at the floor. her knee bounced up and down, and she hugged her arms around herself. “um,” scott was coming up with an excuse, “i’m just gonna go check on allison and lydia.”

he opened the door to leave, and y/n shot up from the bed. “be careful! you really should go tell coach, too.”

scott nodded, “yeah, sure.” he slipped out of the room.

stiles turned to y/n, fidgeting with his hands. he stepped towards her, concern laced in his tired eyes, “hey, you okay?”

y/n always noticed how tired he always was. but, tonight, it seemed he was more so.

she stepped a little closer to him, examining his gaze intently, “i’m fine. just a little- a little freaked out. the animal attacks in this town are no joke.”

“yeah, tell me about it,” stiles mumbled. he was shaken up from the events taking place this evening- his friends possessed by some deadly energy, scott’s near suicide. but, he forced on a strong front. y/n needed his comfort and security, no matter how many texts from him she hadn’t answered.

y/n watched his stare fall to the floor, and he faded out a little. she touched his forearm, grounding him back to earth. he met her eye. she frowned, “are you okay?”

“yeah, yeah,” he waved her off, “just…tired, ya know. long day.”

“why don’t you lay down?” y/n offered. she tightened her grip on his arm, moving it up to his elbow.

his breath hitched. he missed her touch like water. , now it was flooding him.

he nodded and stepped towards the bed. “will you- lay with me?” he thought over his own words, and quickly tried to make it seem less romantic, “in, like, a not weird way? i don’t know- nevermind.”

“yeah, stiles,” y/n brushed his words off, “i can lay with you. in a not weird way. friends can…friends can cuddle.”

he ignored the way that word stabbed his chest, and led them to the bed. stiles slid off his shoes, pushed back the covers, and fell into the bed. he lay on his back and held open his arm for her. she slotted herself into his side.

it was warm. comfortable.

both of them fell asleep within minutes.

–

a week passed, and neither of them mentioned that night.

they didn’t talk about it when they had sex in the stiles’ jeep, after the meet. they didn’t talk about it the next day at her house, when they had sex, again. or, any of the three other times they had sex.

they didn’t talk about the fact that neither of them had slept that well in months. they didn’t talk about the fact that y/n clutched onto stiles’ like he’d leave with one wrong breath.

and they especially didn’t talk about the fact that stiles kissed y/n’s forehead before he drifted off.

and told her, “thank you.”

–

y/n didn’t want to tell danny. so, she didn’t.

but, he knew her better than anybody, so he caught onto the fact that she had, at the very least, been sleeping with stiles ago.

according to danny, she had a, “glow about her.”

y/n shoved his shoulder, hitting her palm off of his uniform pads. she hissed at the pain and held her wrist limply in her other hand.

“that’s what you get for being a whore,” danny joked, poking her side.

she winced at the touch. “ouch! you’re a dick.”

“you’re gonna turn into one!” danny turned back to his locker, rummaging around for the rest of his gear.

y/n crossed her arms over her chest. she was wearing danny’s jersey again for the game. “and what about it?”

“nothing! there’s literally nothing wrong with it,” danny shrugged. he pulled his glove from the top of his locker and turned around, pointing it at her. “i just know you.”

y/n knew what that meant. she knew why danny was concerned. she knew herself, too. she knew how these things ended.

but she was choosing not to care.

“whatever,” she pushed the glove away from her face, “just- good luck on your game, asshole.”

she gave danny a tight hug before heading towards the exit. there were a few other players still in there, getting dressed, chatting about the plays for the game.

she spotted stiles at his locker. he met her eye and grinned. a blush adorned her cheeks. she waved.

y/n was about to open the door when stiles came bounding up behind her. he held it open for her, leaning over to do so, and his face ended up right beside hers.

“hey,” he sounded breathless.

y/n smiled, “how are you?”

they hadn’t seen each other since wednesday. y/n had a few projects for school, and work, so her schedule was jam packed. stiles missed her like crazy, but of course, he couldn’t really say that.

“good,” he nodded.

they moved out into the hallway as they spoke. the door fell shut behind them.

“listen,” stiles went to say, as y/n said, “sorry.”

“go ahead,” they spoke over each other.

“sorry,” y/n laughed. she brushed hair back from her face.

stiles’ drew his eyes over her skin, which was painted with white and red dots around her eyes. “your makeup looks pretty,” he found himself saying.

y/n touched her cheek, insecurely, “oh, thank you.”

stiles, caught up in the moment, gently pulled her hand from her face. he dropped it to her side and then moved his touch to her chin. he drew her eyes to his, arching her face upwards. y/n’s breath caught in her throat.

“what do i get if i win?” stiles found himself saying, a devilish grin on his face.

y/n was astounded by how good stiles had gotten at all this- the foreplay, the teasing, the things he’d say to her. he was an insecure, neurotic, freak most of the time. but, beneath the sheets, he’d learned control, confidence, power. it inspired security within her, positive self consciousness in her body, her movement.

and, though this made her face beat red, she smiled slightly. y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, entangling her fingers in his hair, and she pressed her lips into his. stiles nearly melted at her touch, curving his body into hers. y/n felt his dick harden against her thigh. she held back a grin.

and she pulled away.

“you’ve gotta win first,” she shrugged, pretending she was innocent to everything.

she began walking away, proud. stiles groaned in response and watched her hips, intently.

“you are such a tease!” she shrugged again, not even glancing back. not until he called out, “hey!”

she looked back at him, “what?”

“you look cute in that jersey, by the way.”

he winked at her before disappearing inside the locker room.

y/n faltered slightly. the moment sunk into her skin.

oh, no.

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn

part iii- not without you

“show me a hero, and i’ll write you a tragedy” - f. scott fitzgerald

summary: you and steve go on a two-person charge into a nazi facility to save your best friend. looks like the tables have turned, and you have a profound realization.

wordcount: 3.4k

warnings: violence, cussing, mild pining, foreshadowing, me setting up for the train scene to hurt even more

a/n: crying in the club 🥲 this is mostly set up, but i’m completely ready to almost cry writing the next part. hope u all enjoy! love you all <3

taglist: @whelvedfeelingsstuff @sebsgirl71479 @rebloggingmyrecs @babyblublossom @local-mr-frog @thenyxsky @capsiclesdoll

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As you and Steve plummeted through the air, you ignored the gunfire surrounding you. Eyes trained on the ground rapidly approaching, you nodded to Steve and deployed your chute.

Jolting harshly, you crashed through the trees and landed harshly on the forest floor. You unclipped your parachute and sprinted into the cover of the trees, Steve following close behind. He held a hand out in front of you, protectively shielding you as a parade of trucks passed by.

Once you spotted the last car in the line, you and Steve jumped in, immediately coming face-to-face with two HYDRA operatives. You let him beat them up, grabbing a glowing blue gun from one of them before he tossed them out of the back of the vehicle.

The truck came to a stop a short while later, and a soldier lifted the flap. He was met with Steve’s shield to his face.

“That thing is a literal target on your back,” you grumbled, sneaking with him through the grounds. The entire camp was crawling with guards, but you managed to slip past them, hiding in the shadows and Steve knocking the living daylights out of any of them that spotted you.

He helped you clamber up a tank and onto the roof of a building, racing along the rain-soaked concrete and into the nearest building. After successfully knocking out a guard and peering into one of the central rooms, you froze.

It was huge, with advanced technology scattered everywhere. Including bombs.

As you two crept past a table, you swiped what looked to be some sort of battery that glowed the same blue as the gun you’d stolen.

“We need to find where they keep prisoners,” Steve hissed to you. You frowned, scanning the entries and exits, squinting in an attempt to read the German plastered above the doors. You pointed to one, labeled “Gefängnis”.

“I bet that’s it,” you whispered. He shoved you.

“You don’t know German, dipshit!” You slapped him in return.

“Maybe not, but a guy just walked out of there, and I saw what looked like jail cells, so,” you glared at him as he gave in, starting to sprint towards the corridor. The door let out into a hallway above circular cells, where thin rays of light filtered in from outside.

Grabbing an arrow from your quiver, you nocked it as you stalked down the hall. When you spotted a lone guard patrolling, you fired. The arrow embedded itself in the man’s chest, and he fell on top of a cell with a surprised grunt.

Steve grabbed the set of keys from the soldier as one of the prisoners eyed you both.

“Who are you supposed to be?” he asked the blond.

“I’m…” Steve paused to ensure there were no more guards. “Captain America.”

Jumping down the nearest ladder, the two of you raced to unlock every cell. You got a few odd glances, but none of the men said anything after watching you rip your arrow from the guard’s body and return it to your quiver.

“Is there anyone else?” your friend asked. You spoke up, voice still quiet to avoid drawing attention. “We’re looking for a Sergeant James Barnes.”

“There’s an isolation ward in the factory, but no one’s ever some back from it,” one soldier said. You and Steve nodded to each other. That had to be where Bucky was. He had to be alive.

Steve turned to address the crowd. “The tree line is northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast, and give ‘em hell.”

“We’ll meet you out in the clearing with anyone else we find,” you added.

“Wait,” one man said. “You know what you’re doing?”

Steve didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I’ve knocked out Adolf Hitler over 200 times.”

As you both sprinted away, you laughed under your breath. “You’re a punk, you know that?” He shrugged, not disagreeing.

Since all of the guards were handling the escaped prisoners, maneuvering through the facility was much easier, and before long, you were running down a damp hallway that you assumed to be the isolation ward. The tiles underneath your feet were caked with mud and mildew, and a permeating smell of sweat and chemicals lingered in the air.

Just as you both cleared a corner, you spotted a short, stout man carrying a briefcase. He stopped for only a moment before running away down the hall. Neither of you wasted any time before hurrying into the room he’d left.

On a table, strapped down and shaking, was Bucky.

“Sergeant… 32577…” he mumbled. You gently rested a hand on his shoulder as Steve tried to get his attention. He didn’t react to either of your voices, but the blond began to tear away the restraints nonetheless. “Is that…”

You smiled, nodding. “It’s us.”

“Steve?” he whispered, as if he thought he was dreaming. “(Y/N)?” You both lifted him from the table and you wrapped his arm across your shoulders, supporting him as he tried to walk on wobbly legs.

“I thought you were dead,” Steve whispered. “We both did.”

Bucky only looked him up and down. “I thought you were smaller.”

“C’mon, boys. We’ve gotta go,” you warned. The three of you ran back into the hallway, with the brunet detangling himself from you and trying to walk on his own. He seemed to be coming back to his senses, and he held his arm as he limped alongside you.

“What happened to you?” he asked. Steve, not feeling like explaining the whole situation, responded with “I joined the Army.”

You ran through the empty halls, slowly working your way back to the center of the massive building. Explosions began to echo. When Steve kicked the door down, you were met with a room engulfed in flames, the heat radiating off the metal.

Your little trio raced up the staircases, trying to escape the sweltering temperatures. Just as you reached a walkway across, a piercing voice cried out.

“Captain America! How exciting!” Johann Schmidt, in the flesh. He and the small man you’d seen in the hallway were directly across from you. “I am a great fan of your films!”

He and Steve began to approach each other on the walkway, while Bucky death-glared the scientist.

“So, Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still, impressive.” With full force, Steve punched him, sending the Nazi reeling back.

“You’ve got no idea,” he growled.

When Schmidt rose back up, you noticed the skin under his eye was abnormally red. As if it wasn’t really skin at all.

“Haven't I?” he asked. Although Steve blocked his punch with the shield, you spotted a fist-sized dent embedded in the metal. Bucky jumped at the sound.

You laid a hand on his shoulder, stepping in front of him to shield him from the burning gaze of the scientist. Grabbing an arrow, you nocked it in your bow.

With another punch, Schmidt sent Steve tumbling down. In response, Steve kicked him far back as the two sections of the walkway split apart, growing out of reach and removing your exit.

“No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see, I was his greatest success!” The man grabbed at his neck and began to peel the skin back, displaying a horrific red face. You now understood where he got his name. The Red Skull.

“You don’t have one of those, do you?” Bucky mumbled. You snorted, pulling the arrow back a little further.

The Red Skull continued. “You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality, you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind.”

“Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!” With that, he and the scientist began to retreat through the doors.

You scowled. “Then how come you’re running?” Neither said a word, just closed the doors.

Another explosion shook the stairs. Steve ripped away a chain and ushered you and Bucky up the stairs.

“Come on, let’s go. Up,” he encouraged, letting you help your friend limp as quickly as possible.

Eventually, you found a way across. A metal beam, creaky and unstable. But your only way out.

“Let’s go. (Y/N), can you help Buck cross?” You nodded, leaping over the railing. The beam creaked, but you helped the brunet climb over anyway, slowly making your way across the beam.

Just as you both got halfway across, it began to shift, and it became clear that the beam was about to collapse from under you.

“Run!” you yelled, grabbing Bucky by the hand and diving for the railing. You barely made it, both clinging onto the bar for dear life before vaulting over to safety. Just as you leaped over, the beam fell into the fire below. But Steve was still on the other side.

“Gotta be a rope or something,” Bucky shouted.

Steve shook his head. “Just go! Get out of here!” You froze, the idea of trading one friend’s life for the other turning your stomach.

“No!” Bucky yelled. You joined in. “Not without you!” The blond paused, before bending back the metal railing and stepping back, preparing to jump the distance. Your breath hitched in your throat as he ran, leaping as more explosions echoed.

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Once the three of you had safely escaped the building and met up with the escaped prisoners outside, you hijacked the tanks and began the long trek home.

You were offered a ride atop a tank, but you refused, insisting on walking with your boys. The three of you were more than happy to be back together again, and the journey gave you and Bucky plenty of time to yell at Steve for doing the one thing you told him not to.

He told you both all about his USO tours, how he felt like a dancing monkey. He told you about Peggy, and while your first instinct was to call him out on his crush, he wholeheartedly denied it. Saying that, while she was amazing (and she really was), she wasn’t the one for him.

That conversation trailed into talks of marriage, and what you all would do once you left the war behind you.

Steve reasoned that he would have some fame from being Captain America, but nonetheless said he wanted to become an artist. A quiet life.

Bucky wanted to rest, mainly, but also showed interest in engineering and science. Maybe working as a mechanic. His main goal was to be done with this whole war.

And you? Well, you were content so long as the three of you stuck together. You figured you could get a job at the hospital, help some people.

You three easily passed the days heading back to camp, and when you finally began to hear the sounds of the soldiers, you were almost upset that your time was coming to an end. Almost. Your feet were screaming at you.

But you held your head high, striding into camp in all of your sweaty, dirty glory. Soldiers cheered as you all led the group, heading directly for Colonel Phillips.

Steve saluted him, immediately rushing to request medical attention.

“I’d like to surrender myself for disciplinary action.” You raised a brow, exchanging a glance with Bucky, who shrugged in response.

Thankfully, Phillips shook his head. “That won’t be necessary.” He gave a small grin. Steve and Peggy spoke for a second, and you noticed Bucky seemed to get more agitated by the second.

He piped up from next to you. “Hey! Let’s hear it for Captain America!” he shouted. Cheers and yelling rose up from around you, deafening clapping echoing through the camp.

Steve turned back to you and Bucky, an almost shy grin on his face.

“What?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Nothing. Just thinking about how we can’t baby you anymore.” He scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m sure you still will.” Another shrug, but he pulled you both into a hug anyway. “It’s good to all be back together.”

After a moment, Bucky sighed. “So, what now? HYDRA’s still out there.”

“So we take them out. I got a good look at a map of other factories just like that one.” The blond navigated through the crowd, searching for the main tent. He stopped, casting a concerned glance at you and the brunet, covered in dirt and more than tired. “Are you two up for it?”

Bucky agreed without hesitation, but you held up a hand. “On two conditions: They finally let me fight, and I never have to wear that nurses uniform again.”

The newfound Captain gave one of his shit-eating grins.

“I think we can make that work.”

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It definitely worked. After a brief demonstration of your skillset, Phillips agreed to promote you. While you weren’t given a rank, Peggy reasoned that you would be best suited as an agent, and began training you under her wing.

While your bow was your weapon of choice, she also gave you basic training with guns and knives. You also began brutal exercises for self defense and hand-to-hand combat.

During this time, Steve also began discussing putting together a team to take out HYDRA’s bases.

He had the group gathered in a bar, and after proposing the idea to them and their immediate agreement, he was feeling pretty content. Circling the room to find one of his best friends, he found him leaning against the bar, drink in hand, uncharacteristically quiet and alone.

“See?” the Sergeant laughed. “I told you. They’re all idiots.”

Steve sat next to him, still getting used to the feeling looking down to his friend. “How about you? Ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

“Hell no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight.” He shoved the other man. “I’m following him.” Downing more of his drink, he leaned in.

“But you’re keeping the outfit, right?” In his drunken brain, Bucky immediately wondered if that was too obvious. Maybe? Then again, Steve seemed oblivious as he spared a glance to his show poster.

“You know what? It’s kind of growing on me.” With a light chuckle, he turned the conversation to his other best friend. “Speaking growing on someone, I don’t think (Y/N) will ever go back to dresses. Peggy brought her a bunch of dress pants and tops today.”

The brunet clicked his tongue, looking over his friend’s shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”

You maneuvered through the crowd, the dark dress pants and bright-red blouse seemingly draining your surroundings of color. Or maybe that was just your friends’ tunnel vision. Your hands were tucked leisurely into your pockets (your favorite part about pants, you found), the top few buttons of the top were undone.

“Captain, Sergeant,” you snarked. They mimicked you, letting out an overly-serious “Agent (L/N)” in unison. Your laugh rang out in the small bar, turning just as many heads as your attire did.

“Howard has some equipment for you to try,” you said to Steve. “He wants you there tomorrow morning.” You turned, listening as the group in the room over got more rowdy by the second. “I see our top squad is prepping for duty.”

“You don’t like the music?” Bucky asked. You shook your head.

“I do, actually.” Casting a glance to both of your friends. Maybe you were toeing a line. “Maybe after we get through all of this, we can go dancing.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” he asked.

You frowned. “James Barnes, I am not dancing in pants.” With one last smile to both of them, you bid your farewells. “0800, Stevie. Buck, you can tag along if you’d like. Might be fun.”

Winking, you glided through the throngs of drunken people and bit your lip with a grin. Watching the two fumble just from one little action bosted your ego far more than you’d like to admit. You hadn’t had this much fun since you’d had a crush on a boy in school and had flirted with him relentlessly, driving him crazy until he eventually asked you out-

Wait. You froze on the sidewalk under a streetlamp. You reran your past train of thought. When did the word “crush” come into this?

Resuming your walk, this time with much more vigor, you analyzed your own head. Of all the years you’d known Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you’d never even considered lov liking them any more than platonically.

Sure, people thought you’d end up dating one of them, but none of you had ever taken it seriously. You all swore to be there for each other no matter what, and how could you do that if two of you were closer than the other? You couldn’t. It’d be unfair.

Besides, it wasn’t like you could choose between the two. Shaking away the strange thoughts, you made the last turn into camp, heading for your tent. All this training must have scrambled your brain.

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Once the group, named the Howling Commandos, was approved, you set out on your mission: take down HYDRA.

The raids were long and cold, but growing closer with the group made your time enjoyable. Plus, training Steve with his new shield was a gas. Watching him progress from hitting himself in the face to knocking Nazis from trees was a gift in and of itself.

Bucky proved to be an excellent marksman, sniping soldiers down in rains of gunfire. You often joined him, perched in trees with your bow and the modified arrows Stark provided. Your aim was impeccable, and you took out man after man with vigor.

Some nights you would have to camp in the cold. Jacques and Morita often would lead songs, flickering fires illuminating your campsites. Other times, you’d have to be deadly silent, always having at least two people on guard.

The one thing that stayed the same was you and your boys. The teasing never stopped, even in the midst of battle. And when one of you got injured, the other two were there to fuss over them.

The rest of the Commandos often joked that you three acted like an old married couple, and while it sent all of you blushing, you never denied it. You couldn’t really deny it when your plans for the future seemingly revolved around those two.

“You mean to tell me, you don’t have any big plans after we get through all of this?” Jones had asked you one night. You shrugged, absentmindedly spinning an arrow.

“Probably’ll stick with these idiots,” you’d chuckled, pointing to the Captain and Sergeant, who were arguing over where to set up a tent. “That’s how it’s always been; can’t really imagine it any other way.”

He hummed. “No special someone to go home to?” You snorted, shaking your head with a definitive no. “Well, I think you three’ll do just fine.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

For a while, the raids were small. Low-profile, calculated strikes on bases. And then you got word from the camp that HYDRA’s head scientist, Arnim Zola, would be on a train heading through the Swiss Alps. Right where you could intercept it.

You pushed through the cold and snow, finally emerging at a point overlooking the railroad that twisted and curved around the mountains. The wind buffeted your cheeks, numbing your face to the point that your words came out jumbled and slurred.

Morita and Jones listened to the radio, with the letter translating the German as it crackled through. The rest of the group began making their final checks of their weapons and equipment as you, Bucky, and Steve peered over the landscape.

“Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky asked, eyeing the drop.

“Yeah, and I threw up?” Steve asked.

“This isn’t payback, is it?”

“Now, why would I do that?”

As they joked, you tried to stamp down that feeling in your chest. The stomach-turning dread. You suspected it was due to the high altitude.

“That’s one hell of a drop,” you called as the metal cable swayed above your heads. The rail overlooked a steep drop into a ravine, with sharp ledges jutting out from the mountain. “If anything goes wrong…”

The blond on your right shook his head. “Nothing’s gonna go wrong, (Y/N). We won’t let anything happen to each other.” On the other side of you, Bucky nodded.

“‘Till the end of the line, right?”

Jones piped up from behind you. “We were right. Dr. Zola’s on that train.”

A deep breath, an exhale of icy-cold mist that chilled your lungs and did nothing to abate the horrible worry gnawing at you.

“‘Till the end of the line.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #captain america: the first avenger #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #steve rogers x female reader #40s stucky #stucky x reader

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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The Big Chair

I woke up early this morning and ended up having some time to write. Wanted to write a little short but didn’t know what. Then @flyboytracy posted this, so I ran with it :D

So have a little short with a little bro and a big bro who loves him very much.

AKA Nutty got both fluffy and mushy.

-o-o-o-

“You’ll grow into it.”

“But I look stupid.”

He continued grumbling while Virgil took the required measurements for the robotics, aiming the laser measuring device across his brother’s torso and arms.

“You do not look stupid. You’re just built like Johnny. He had the same problem.”

Alan sparked up at that. “John was short like me?”

Virgil did not roll his eyes. Really, he didn’t. “You know. You’ve seen the videos and the photographs.”

“Hmph.” Alan sat back in the chair with his arms crossed and a sour look on his face.

“I thought you were looking forward to this. You’ve wanted to pilot Three since you were little.”

“I dooo!” His little brother sat up straighter. Well, as straight as he could in the layback pilot seat currently situated in their lounge.

Alan wiggled his feet, hanging off the seat midair, never to touch the ground. “Why are the seats so big?”

Virgil looked away, busying himself with taking more measurements. This was a proud moment. Alan had worked ever so hard and long for this. Hell, if age wasn’t an issue, their budding little astronaut might have landed in this seat a long time ago.

There were so many geniuses in this family.

But there were still some things his teenage little brother was clueless about.

“They were designed to fit Dad and Uncle Lee.”

For a moment, he had considered not saying it, but then he said it anyway.

And regretted it immediately.

“Oh. Of course.”

The immediate fall of Alan’s expression cut into Virgil like a knife and he stopped working, gazing down at his little brother, slumped in the huge seat.

“He would be so proud of you.”

That brought a sad blue gaze in Virgil’s direction. “You think?”

“I know.” He reached over and placed a hand on Alan’s shoulder. “We all are, but Dad would be over the moon.” A snort. “Possibly Mars.”

A smile overtook the grump on Alan’s face ever so slowly. It was like a sun on a cloudy morning creeping over the horizon.

“He may not be happy you are doing this so young, however.”

“Aw, Virgil. I’ll be safe, you know that.”

It was his turn to grunt. Scott, Grandma and Virgil had been the decision makers in this instance and Virgil was still not entirely convinced this was the right one.

Alan leant forward and reached out to place his hand on Virgil’s shoulder. Almost an exact mirror of what Virgil had done for the young astronaut moments earlier.

“I promise that I will look after myself. I promise I will follow all the safety protocols.” His blue eyes shone up at Virgil. “And I promise to come back.”

Virgil blinked, his heart suddenly in his throat. Then he was kneeling down in front of that huge chair and drawing his scrawny, half-grown little brother into a massive hug.

Alan had his father’s heart, his mother’s genius, and oh, so much of Scott’s fire in him. But he couldn’t promise to come back any more than any of them.

And Virgil would just have to live with that.

But in the meantime, he would just have to be proud, love the little dare devil with everything he had…

And let him grow into the big chair he was destined to fill.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Alan Tracy #nuttyfic #flyboytracy's fault #again #::hugs::

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babygirlbdubs · 1 year

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oh no. you're making me ship rentho

O-O cora. cora. i am gripping you so tightly.

here are some more of my favorite rentho bits just from last life. just for you. (please ship them im insane ren loves him so much and etho trusts him so much and none of this is to mention the way they inherently rely on and trust each other)

1) etho comes over to ren’s “grumpy tower” just to let ren know they’re neighbors. during this, ren talks about the tower, and etho looks up at it and goes. “be careful, don’t fall.” for no reason than just wanting to make sure ren stays safe.

2) after bdubs turns red the final time, ren and etho are behind the other non-reds and ren very gently asks him how he’s doing on food. etho, still clearly a bit shaken, says he’s got 3 bits of food left. ren stops and gives him half of his own food. it’s a very gentle interaction and i do not have the words to properly express exactly how it makes me feel.

3) “If we have to pick leaders, you’re it for me, Ren.”

4) “Lead the way, Ren. I’ll follow.”

5) after being teased relentlessly about his bubblevator idea, ren affirms that it’s going to work (whispering, because they’re lying in wait), and etho whispers back, “It’s a good idea, Ren!”

6) Martyn places an end crystal where Ren logs off for a second, with the intention of spooking him when he logs back on. Ren logs on and is spooked by it, and Etho starts chewing Martyn out for it.

7) Ren, Pearl, and Scott are on red. Etho and Cleo are on yellow. Pearl and Scott talk about putting Cleo on red to reunite the 3Gs. They mention that Joel and Grian are planning on killing Etho. Ren immediately tells them that he wants to go protect Etho from Joel and Grian. “I’ve had enough of it. I’m gonna go defend my friend Etho. If you guys wanna come with, you can come with.”

8) In the subsequent fight where they run into Cleo and Etho in the woods, the other two are pinging both Etho and Cleo. Ren has multiple times where he has a clear shot on Etho, even draws back his bow to instinctually fire before he realizes who it is, and fires on Cleo instead.

9) After Etho has gone red, Ren and Cleo calming him down on the tower. Ren’s voice is. so gentle. Keep in mind he has never once even attempted to do damage to Etho. Etho allows him up, but refuses to let Scott or Pearl up. Ren tells Etho he got him something and hands over a pair of diamond boots. “… Okay, I like you, Ren. I like you a lot.”

10) Scott and Pearl go to Scar’s base to ransack, loot, and also kill Martyn. Ren and Etho hang back in the woods for a moment, and Ren tells Etho he wants to have a secret alliance just the two of them. No killing each other. “You and me to the end.” “I like that.”

#spooky.asks #swamp-chicken #trafficshipping #rentho #im ngl i have many more but i didnt wanna go on too long #so enjoy these!! i feel insane!!!!

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i-t-guy-in-the-sky · 2 years

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How I get ready for a birthday date night on the mainland:

Extra long shower - 10 minutes

Dressing in the clothes I picked out this morning - 5 minutes

Hair drying and styling - 5 minutes

Shoes, jacket, checking I have everything I need -5 minutes.

Total time: 25 minutes.

How Selene gets ready for a birthday date night on the mainland:

Bath- 1 hour 13 minutes.

Hair drying and brushing - 20 minutes.

Make-up (which I've never paid that much attention to the process of, but she talked to me the entire time tonight)

- Moisturing primer on her face

- eyeshadow primer on her eyes.

- tape under her eyes and up towards her eyebrows

- darker purple on her lids and then a lighter lilac on her upper eyes, going up to and over the tape.

(All relatively normal so far)

- draws the start of her eyeliner wings, two lines along the edge of the tape.

- tells me all about her friend Marnie and her work crush while she fans her eyeliner with a hand fan to dry the liner.

- paints a line from the top of the first down to the crease of her eye and then down to the top of the lid.

- tells me a 'fascinating' story about the rat she tried to befriend behind the Chinese takeout we use in Camden (note to self, find new takeout place) as she flaps at her face with the fan again.

-fills in the liner wings she made, then paints a line along her eyelid.

- flaps at the liner while she tells me how our new neighbour at the apartment keeps asking her if Scott is single.

- darkens her eyebrows with a tiny brush and coats her lashes with mascara while telling me about Armstrong's latest furball.

-starts to paint foundation onto her face with a smaller brush and then uses a brush roughly the size of a tangerine to 'buff it out' all over her face. She does this while telling me about the Halloween ritual her group has planned.

-dots concealer under her eyes and on random places where she insists spots are lurking even though I can't see them, while trying to convince me to come to the ritual with her.

-brushes bronzer along her cheek bones and under her chin to 'disguise the double chin I'm getting', which is as nonexistent as the spots, while explaining the traditional purpose of a jack o' lantern.

- buffs her face with powder to 'seal it all in and bake it down'. I have no idea why she is talking about baking her face but I've not said a word in the past hour that wasn't a vague agreement to whatever she'd told me, so I didn't ask her to elaborate.

- Spritzes her face with fixing spray to 'stop it sliding off during dinner'.

Time for makeup - 1hr and 9 minutes 23 seconds.

- Looking through her wardrobe while telling me she has nothing to wear -26 minutes

- getting dressed in the clothes she finally picked while telling me all about her brother's trip to Nepal - 18 minutes.

- finding that her other boot had migrated into my shoe box - 6 minutes

Finally getting her into her car and off the island before Alan could convince her to make him a sandwich - 14 minutes

Total time for Selene to be ready - 3hrs 16 minutes and 23 seconds.

Sitting down in a restaurant with a wife that feels and looks beautiful, is happy, relaxed and smiling because I didn't try to hurry her along or tell her she was boring me - timeless.

#john tracy #selene tempest #wife things #wife is a witch #birthday #date night #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirdsarego #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #wife problems #healthy relationships

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xx-s3lf-ship-xx · 1 year

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Hello, im a emo punk that loves fictional character

A 19 year old that never stop simping f/o's <3

I draw self ship and all that

I might post suggestive art i think

💀🖤 Romantic F/O's 💀🖤

Eteled - Wii Deleted You

[🖤💖 stuck with you is like heaven💖🖤]

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C.M - Wii Deleted You

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Henry Morris - Wii Deleted You

[🖤bitter but sweet on the inside🖤]

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Austin Sanders - Wii Deleted You

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Minus Eteled - Wii Deleted You

[💙 blueberry man💙]

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Minus Austin/C.M - Wii Deleted You

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Monika - Doki Doki Literature Club

[ 💚🖤love is like a dangerous virus💚🖤]

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Yuri - Doki Doki Literature Club

[💜a deeper conversation💜]

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Sayori - Doki Doki Literature Club

[🌦my sunshine has clear the rainclouds🌦]

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Boom! Knuckles - Sonic Boom

[💖i like your dumb💖]

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Girlfriend - Friday Night Funkin

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Boyfriend - Friday Night Funkin

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Minus Girlfriend - FNF Minus Mod

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Minus Boyfriend (blue) - FNF Minus Mod

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Sick! BF - Spongebob Parodies Mod

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Sick! GF - Spongebob Parodies

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Dave - VS Dave and Bambi Mod

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Bandu - Golden Apple Mod

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Marvin - SML

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John Doe - John Doe Game

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Bob Velseb - Spooky Month

[💖🍭may i have a taste, darling🍭💖]

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Steven/S!3v3n - Pokepasta

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Peppino - Pizza Tower

[🇲🇽Spicy Pizza Sauce🇮🇹]

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Stephen Hills - Scott Pilgrim vs The World

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Don Williams - Your Boyfriend Game (I don't support the creators)

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Lucy/Lulu - Your Boyfriend Game

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Gunter - Broken Colors

[Beloved Teddy Bear 🤎🛠️]

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Sunnyday Jack - Something Wrong With Jack

[❤️💛💙☀️Sunshine And Butterfly 🦋 🖤🤍]

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👨‍👩‍👦‍👦💖 Familia F/O's 💖 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Bob Belcher - Bob's Burgers

[ 🍔 cooking with my introvert father 🍔]

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Linda Belcher - Bob Burgers

[ 💞 mother & child bonding 💞]

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Louise Belcher - Bob Burgers

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Gene Belcher - Bob Burgers

[🎸🎹 the ash n gene show 🎸🎹]

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Tina Belcher - Bob Burgers

Teddy - Bob Burgers

(It might get updated everytime, also im struggle with name tags or something lmao)

#about me #self ship community

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rainbowgod666 · 2 months

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Dumb hcs

Shiver Splatoonthree is KINDA aroace (demi, maybe???), and I say "kinda" because good lord girl stop reposting cropped Marina R34 idc if its good youre making people have A LOT of questions

Eric cartman is ok with ethnostates, but he draws the line at "not having mixed marriages". Turns out there IS someone out there more insane than me geopolitically, and (pardon my Randy Feltface impression) its a Racist Baby

Shallot and Burcol are a thing. Burcol is the only other saiyan that can use Ultra Ego and Legendary Super Saiyan, and Shallot makes "ultimate" look like a genuine threat (read: HE CAN AND WILL FUCK YOU UP USING THE LEAST FLASHY TRANSFORMATION EVER. FR.)

Anna Kozuki can speak basically every balcan language. For some reason. (shes also very good with German)

Shinji has two solutions for issues, yaoi with kaworu or turning asuka into crumpled paper

Gabriel ultrakill and TMC gabriel are the same guy in two different time periods. Somewhere in between theres TBOI

Scott Pilgrim being slightly trans is like. Totally accidental on his part. :shrugkaomoji:

Lucky star, nichijou, madoka magica, k-on!, bocchi the rock and doraemon happen in the same universe, with also Holly and Benji (I KNOW Y'ALL CALL IT CAPTAIN TSUBASA LET ME HAVE THIS QmQ) and inazuma eleven, pretty cure, DENDOH (which is like, not really evangelion but eh, mech anime) and many more cartoons that aired either on the italian channel 139, which was called Ka-Boom, or on 40/45 (boing/boing plus)

People make jokes for Shylily's "chussy", however i propose: CHEST PORTAL

The AI version of TheRussianBadger has good aim, but everyone calls it aimbot (it technically isnt)

Ronaldo Fry from Steven universe accidentally found out about both the SCP foundation and Cognito Inc., he thought they were respectively A Goverment Research Thing and Generic Black Site Management

Both Reagan and Bright confronted him

And by confronted i mean beat the daylight savings outta him

KeK

Anyways: my idea of "internet friends" takes place in the same verse (kinda).of regular show, smiling friends, and THE ORIGINAL PEPE THE FROG COMIC

The white void of uncle grandpa is the same void in Underverse. And also the same one used in similar spaces

H o w e v e r this rule has two exceptions, both SCP themed: the endless prison where nobody can do shit for fuck except being contained and the noosphere (which has a filter like a 1960-80s non-hd tom and jerry cartoon.

On that note: the noosphere is the one place where SCP-3125 can be a starfish shaped like dark nebula instead of "slightly edited night-sky-themed wriggle nightbug"

#my hcs

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[ STEADY ] (from Scott)!

REUNION AFTER PHYSICAL TRAUMA

[ STEADY ] for sender to catch or steady receiver when receiver tries to stand up too early or to push their body past what it’s ready for

IT WAS OVER. blood was a slow expansion on the floor, becoming exposed from beneath the body it spilled from. it was a painting of horror as the monster’s face was still etched into an expression of rage and his limbs were splayed. within his hold, weapon was grasped firmly, and cat eyed it as though his finger would move to pull the trigger once again. inside her chest, her heart was THUDDING, each beat making her feel as though the entirety of haggard form was trembling at the movements. shaking, shuddering, arms started to feel as though they were turning to concrete, and they dropped, the rifle she had still held tight. her fingers were clenching. tighter and tighter and tighter. knuckles pale white, wrists aching, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe couldn’t breathe couldn’t-

wobbly step backward, n e a r collapse, vision swimming yet somehow focused. copper’s entire being unmoving but coming at her. finally, with a gasp, one knee hit the floor, brain barely registering the jolt up her thigh. other leg fought to stay up, stay ready. shoulders pulled in close, muscles were burning. teeth gritted now despite the panic zipping in and out of her lungs. he couldn’t be dead, he was still alive, he was coming, he was coming. rifle was whipped back up. or so she thought.

the brunette’s arms tried to swing her firearm up to aim, but everything in her system protested. it ended up being released entirely, clattering a foot or so away, and darkness overcame her vision. she was floating, she was falling. all her strength left her, and cat was tumbling. victory, but unbelievable. a near cost of the lives of those she cared for. v i c t o r y. but at what price? copper dead, crackshot hurt, birdie fled… was there anyone else? what if there was? they’d be coming shortly, they’d slaughter. scott and amy and jon and casey and allen and laura- stay awake. it was too late.

she was crumpled. arms were supporting her, the soft encouragement of the word in her ear. steady. slow breathing, she was on fire. the oxygen fueled it. fire fire fire, get up. there’s more, there’s danger! an attempt to push against and stand, but the arms held her. eyelids fluttered, finally drawing in what was around her. scott. it was him holding her. HIM. head tried to tilt back… why did her whole body keep ignoring her? thud thud heart pounding, can’t think, can’t stop, can’t stop. copper was always there, was always going to hurt her.

“i… can’t. i need…” where’d the gun go, where’d her weapon-

STEADY.

finally, one arm managed to raise though like a half limp noodle. hand meagerly pushed against the strength of his chest. was he okay? was everyone okay? praying, hoping… then his own heart felt a drum against her touch. she stilled. he was scared. he was worried. he was telling her to calm. so breath was caught, snagged in her throat. eased. catch herself, catch the moment. ground her. it’s over, copper’s dead. copper’s dead. copper’s d e a d.

strength was a panful crawl of seeping back in to her, mind clearing, the panic passing. ebbing away, letting her come back together. she released everything stored in her lungs ( not having even been aware she was holding her breath ), the long exhale puffing her cheeks out before depths of green flickered back to the body. so real, but fading. the FLICKER of life and anger and rage and torment to him evaporated. it was real, this was real.

“...i did it…”

@storybounded

#storybounded #&&. verse ( homeward bound )#I DID A THING LOOK AT THAT #also this was a mess but honestly so is cat #scott being a good boy and helping her through the absolute chaos #&&. asks ( sometimes you gotta know )

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elitetonki · 2 years

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Smarty cat

#Smarty cat movie

Tom measures the leash (by arm-length), draws a line in the grass, and slaps the dog with the paper. Tom removes his black suit and jaunts outside with the paper and 'tsk's at the dog while pulling at his leash. Under a picture: It shouldn't happen to a dog.say dogs. The paper's headline is: "LEASH LAW PASSED": This is a part of 1952 Fit to be Tied and in this part Tom reads the newspaper. The movie's third part had just started and it is named " New leash on life". He gets annoyed, then he pulls Spike over the window to see the film and lifts Spike up so his head is over the windowsill and Spike can see the movie. Jerry runs next to Spike and sees the door being slammed. Before Butch can to kick him, Jerry runs away, causing Butch slip and fall down. But Jerry crawls out of mail slot and runs away. Butch yells: " Excuuuuse me!" and runs to kick Jerry away from there.

#Smarty cat movie

Spike still does not see him.īutch says: " Now there is a dumb dog!" and sees Jerry again, watching the movie from the mail slot. When he turns around again, Tom sits on the top of his extended fishing pole. Spike wakes up and looks around, but does not see anyone, as Tom hides behind Spike as the bulldog moves around. Spike licks the leg and takes a bite into it this being Tom’s leg, it causes the cat to scream. Tom tries to get away, but Spike thinks Tom’s leg is a bone and grabs at it a second time. However, Spike just happens to yawn and recline on Tom's leg. Tom shows up with his fishing gear and he passes through the gate. Signs are posted that say "no fishing," "keep out," "private property," "no trespassing," and "beware of dog." Spike is shown guarding the fence asleep. This part starts with a lake scene from 1947 cartoon Cat Fishin'. This is the time you went fishing, Tom!". Jerry opens Spike's eyelid like a curtain and frowns.īutch says: "Part two coming up. I can feel it now." then he sees the female cat and then drops Killer onto the rock landing.īutch laughs and says: " Lover boy" while mimicking Tom, but then sees Jerry again. Tom grabs Killer, but thinks he is talking to the girl and woos Killer in a Charles Boyer speech: "I love you. Tom stops periodically to kiss the cat, but the third time, Killer substitutes himself. Killer chases Tom back and forth while Tom's girl is watching. Meanwhile Jerry had got back into the house and goes on the sofa. Killer pokes his head over the wall when he sees a brick, but gets bopped on the head with it. In the cartoon Killer chases after Tom, but Tom hides behind a wall and picks up a brick. Tom whistles and the female cat comes out to the window.īutch laughs and says: " Here's when the dog started after Tom!" Tom pokes his head over the wall and spots a female cat in the window. This part starts with a zoom into a house and to a doghouse labeled "KILLER" with Spike in it (from 1946 Tom and Jerry cartoon Solid Serenade). Then first part starts and its title is " Lover Boy!" The movie's title is: " Tom the Terrific Cat" "Starring Tom". Butch says: "OK boys, here we go!" The movie starts. He pops out from Spike's nose and gets mad. Tom kicks Jerry out of the house and he lands in Spike's mouth. (Lightning is about to shut the light.) Hold it!" Butch points to Jerry. They don't know where they are coming or going. Will you see what happened to these dumb dogs. Tom lets them in then Butch says: " I got the pictures, Tom! These are the funniest home movies said of the dog. The felines run to the house, sneaking while passing a sleeping Spike. Tom shows them a sign with "Nobody home" written on it. Tom's feline friends ( Butch, Topsy and Lightning) peek over a fence and then Butch whistles. Smarty Cat was animated by Kenneth Muse, Michael Lah, Ed Barge and Irven Spence, with backgrounds by Vera Ohman and the layouts by Richard Bickenbach. The cartoon was directed by William Hanna and Joseph Barbera and produced by Fred Quimby with music by Scott Bradley. Smarty Cat is the 95th one reel animated Tom and Jerry short, created in 1954, and released on Octoby Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. Irven Spence Kenneth Muse Ed Barge Michael Lah Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources. This article does not cite any references or sources.

#Smarty cat

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anordinarymuse · 2 years

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portrait.

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary : Sirius paints you <3

Warnings : unedited

Word Count : ~700

A/N : this was really cute in my head :3

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“I wish you’d stop that,” you sighed, setting down your book and looking up at Sirius who was sketching you.

It was a perfect spring day. A light breeze brushed again your skin and it was warm enough to wear whatever you wanted. As you sat leaning against a tree, Sirius sat cross legged in front of you. The sun shone in your eyes and you had to use your hand to cover the glare.

“You’re my perfect muse,” Sirius replied, entirely concentrated on the sketch pad in front of him.

“Maybe so, but-“

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.”

“It’s not that- I-“ You bit the inside of your cheek. “Fine. Maybe a little. It’s just- What if I don’t like the way it turns out?”

“Don’t doubt my skill, Y/N,” Sirius frowned.

“I’m not doubting your skill. I meant me.”

Sirius finally looked up from sketch and at you, gaze jumping between you and the drawing. He titled his head at you, his long black hair falling off his shoulders. After a few more scratches of his pencil, he scooted to sit beside you.

“Look,” Sirius pointed at his sketch before turning to tuck baby hairs behind your ears. “Can’t you see how beautiful you are?”

“Don’t say that,” you mumbled, taking the sketch pad from Sirius and tracing the pencil marks with your index finger. “You really think so…?”

“I know so,” Sirius assured, leaning his head between the crook of your chin and shoulder, gently kissing your jawline. “Besides, I only draw beautiful people. Which includes me, of course.”

At that you rolled your eyes, laughing as Sirius’ kisses gradually traveled lower down your collarbone.

“I’m going to paint it now, so go back to your book,” Sirius said, taking his sketchbook from you and pulling out a thin canvas from his bookbag.

You began attempting to read your book, however you couldn’t focus on the pages with Sirius hyper focused on his art.

You watched mesmerized as he squeezed his little oil paint tubes. Every brush stroke was deliberate and delicate on the canvas. After a little while you moved to lay on your back, simply enjoying each other's company in silence.

It always astounded you how Sirius could be the loudest person in the room, but when he was gravely focused on something he wouldn't make a sound.

"I've finished!" Sirius said, gently holding the edges of the canvas. His gaze traveled the portrait up and down a couple of times before he turned it around to show you.

"It's beautiful!" You exclaimed, adoring the artwork held in front of you. It was the perfect portrait, and you knew that Sirius was extremely proud of it from the way he smirked. "I love it, Sirius."

"It's yours," he grinned, setting it carefully back down on the wood he'd been using as a table.

"To keep?"

"Of course," Sirius laughed, giving you a peck on the cheek. "Oh wait hold on let me just-"

Quickly, he grabbed a pen from his pocket and scribbled at the very end of the canvas, signing his name at bottom:

Sirius O. Black

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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Effects (Bit 2)

Going Home | Effects - Bit 1, Bit 2

This is apparently random. Yet another scene in my attempt to wrangle my writing muscles. I’ll get back to Sweetapple eventually, I promise.

-o-o-o-

“Virgil?”

He found his brother buried in Thunderbird One’s electronics. It was eerie in the cockpit with the pilot’s chair removed. It was as if his brother had been surgically removed from their life.

“Allie?” Virgil pulled his head out of the hatch beneath where the chair would have been. The chair itself was in Brain’s workshop, complete after a major overhaul and modification to eventually support Scott if he chose to return to his ‘bird.

Alan bit his lip.

Virgil looked as drawn and as tired as he had for months now. None of them looked great, but Virgil was gaunt.

“Brains says he’s ready to install.”

Brown eyes blinked at him. It was obvious Brains could have simply contacted Virgil with that information rather than sending Alan to deliver it.

His brother’s shoulders dropped as he let out a sigh. “Good. Means we’ll have her ready for Scott when he returns home.”

“Yeah.”

Virgil frowned at him. His brother was dressed in his uniform except for his gloves which were discarded on the floor beside the panel along with his wrist control. With his hair mussed, no doubt by those grimy hands, he was quite a sight.

Didn’t stop him from smothering him.

“C’m’ere.” An arm offered him the expected hug.

There had been so many hugs over the last months.

Didn’t stop Alan from stepping into his big brother’s embrace.

Gaunt or not, Virgil’s arms were still strong, still reassuring, still his big brother.

“What’s up?”

Alan grunted, resting his head on Virgil’s shoulder.

It was apparently enough of an answer, Virgil’s arms tightening even more. “He’ll be home soon.”

“Yeah.”

He could feel Virgil trying to catch his eyes.

Alan looked away, only to land on the empty space where Scott’s pilot’s chair wasn’t.

He did his best not to flinch.

Failed.

A hand caught his hair, dirty fingers messing it up as Virgil drew him closer. “We’ll work it out.”

Alan guessed he would be washing his hair tonight as those fingers stroked gently.

If he was honest, he was being selfish and using his age to draw comfort from his brother. Virgil…and Scott…had always been softies for compensating for absent parents. Hell, they had practically been his parental figures for years.

God, he loved them.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Why crack up now? Scott was coming home. He had survived. Injured, but still his biggest, amazing brother.

A tear ran down his cheek and dropped onto the tough blue fabric of his brother’s uniform.

Fingers stroked through his hair.

“You wanna help me install his new pilot’s chair?” Virgil’s voice was rough but controlled.

Goddamnit, don’t make this harder for him. Alan kicked himself for being so vulnerable and so selfish. They were all in pain.

He pulled away gently from his big brother.

As expected, warm and worried eyes followed his every move.

Alan straightened and fought to regain his composure. Grow up, for goodness sake.

Those eyes were still watching. A grimy hand reached out and gently gripped his arm. Virgil’s voice was ever so soft. “Allie?”

Alan swallowed and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’d like to help.”

The faintest of smiles, Virgil squeezed his arm. “Thanks.”

And his brother was handing him tools, calling Brains, and before he knew it, One’s new pilot chair was being craned out to the cockpit.

They worked together, side by side, installing the mechanics that would enable Scott Tracy to resume his Field Commander duties.

If he chose to.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fanart #alan tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #nuttyfic

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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Day 2: Breeding Kink

Day 2 of Kinktober and… I got carried away with this one. The others are not going to be nearly as long as this one, so you guys are gonna be spoiled with this. I hope you enjoy it! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ only content. Some warnings for violence and blood mentioned, though nothing too graphic. PinV sex, unprotected, consensual, nonhuman character, exophilia, slight hint of biting kink

Tags: Dilf!werewolf x reader, exophilia, kinktober

Moonlight Through Colored Leaves

When you’d first moved to the tiny Irish town in the middle of nowhere, you’d originally hoped to escape the family drama that haunted you back in America. Thanks to your grandfather’s Irish immigration, you’d been able to get an Irish citizenship and move relatively easily. So, you’d packed your bags, only told your grandfather where you were going, and boarded the first flight to Ireland you could catch.

You’d quietly made your way to your grandfather’s tiny hometown far out in the countryside, and moved into the long-since abandoned house that had belonged to your ancestors before. Though it had been run down and you’d had to do some major repairs and cleaning, you’d finally made a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the small village-like town.

The town had been quite welcoming and friendly, and you’d quickly found a job working at the local town pub as a waitress. Your boss had been very welcoming, and you’d earned favor from your coworkers and boss for your hard work and quiet, unassuming diligence. The pay was good, and you found yourself growing comfortable in the sleepy town life, meeting your neighbors and getting familiar with the town dynamics.

You’d just gone in for your shift of the day when conversation caught your ear. You put on your waitress apron, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and walking out to the bar to grab your tray.

“Did you hear about the news?” Jaina asked, arms propped on the countertop. “I mean, about that Romanian vamp that landed on Scotland the other day. Word is that he’s headed this way.”

“Well why would it want teh come here?” Sean snorted. “We’re out in teh middle o’ nowhere, Janie, t’ere ain’t not’in’ here t’at it would want.”

“Well didn’t you hear that apparently they’re expecting Agent Blue to be chasing it down with the Dullahan?” Jaina hissed. “Why wouldn’t they come over here?”

You hid your discreet grimace, instead walking out in front of the bar. To your delight and surprise, you found yourself facing a familiar little figure sitting at the bar in a corner. The little girl caught sight of you and squealed, waving.

You went over to her giving her a hug. “Well hello there, Miss Morrigan,” you greeted cheerfully. “How are you this fine evening? Having a drink?” you teased, noticing the glass of juice near her notebook.

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah! I’m with Daddy today,” she answered, feet kicking against the bar. She turned her head to see the bartender approaching. “Daddy!” she said excitedly. “Look, it’s the nice neighbor lady I told you about!”

You looked up to see Lysander Sullivan standing there, polishing a glass with a cloth. He gazed down at his daughter with a fond look deep in his eyes, then turned to look at you, his ice blue eyes meeting yours.

“Is that so?” he asked, his deep voice a low rumble in the relatively quiet bar. It hadn’t gotten to heavy traffic times, so there weren’t many people around yet. His grey-flecked hair had been swept back into an elastic band, and his beard had been neatly trimmed.

You gave him a small, shy smile, a little embarrassed. Though you knew that the man lived next to your property, you’d been a bit timid about approaching him. He was a kind enough gentleman from everything you’d seen and heard, and he’d watched out for you as you worked, but you didn’t see any reason why he’d be interested in any further contact with you. After all, you were a younger woman in your mid-twenties that lived alone.

“Yeah! She helps me with homework sometimes,” Morrigan prattled on, “and she lets me water her flowers!”

You laughed a little, feeling the color splash across your cheeks. “Well, I certainly enjoy the little Queen’s company,” you admitted. You’d heard some of the other workers gossip about Lysander, saying that he was a single father to nine-year-old Morrigan and that her mother had died in a tragic accident. You didn’t really know, and you’d tried not to pry or overhear too much. The man had a right to privacy, just like you had things you were running from as well.

“Thank you for looking out for the little cub,” Lysander said, a small smile crossing his face. He mellowed out around his daughter, his love clear in how he interacted with her.

“Of course. It’s a delight,” you said, smiling at Morrigan. “She’s a smart little cookie, aren’t you, Queenie?” you asked, tugging at her pigtail teasingly.

She giggled. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head at you. “Are you working with Daddy tonight?” she asked curiously.

“O-oh, well, sort of,” you stammered, taken aback a little. “He works behind the counter, but I serve people out there,” you said, motioning to the tables. “So I guess we do, in a way.”

Morrigan nodded sagely. “Ohhh, so you do the food and Daddy does the drinks.” She nodded, satisfied at her conclusion. “Oh, I’m making a drawing! I want you to see it later, when I’m finished,” she said, tugging at your sleeve.

You smiled. “Of course, Queenie. You just let me know and I’ll pop by when I have a moment, alright?” you promised.

She nodded, turning back to her notebook and picking up her crayons again. Tongue poked out, she diligently returned to her masterpiece. You gave her a fond smile, noting the way the soft lights made a halo in her blonde hair.

“She’s such an angel,” you murmured, grabbing some straws from the bar to stick into your pocket.

“Aye, that she is.” Lysander’s comment almost startled you. He glanced at you across the bar, the sleeves of his crisp maroon button-up rolled halfway up his arms. “I apologize for not bein’ a better neighbor,” he remarked.

You blinked, then reached up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, no— not at all,” you blurted, then gave him a chagrined smile. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’d met Morrigan when she was coming back from school, since I was in the front yard. She just… hopped on over, so I said hi. Honestly I should have introduced myself better, but…” You bit your lip. “I just kept putting it off because I didn’t want to bother you…”

He blinked, then chuckled slightly, as though surprised. “An’ here I thought it was ‘cause you didn’t really like me for some reason,” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

You gave him a horrified look. “Oh! Not at all!” You shook your head with a sigh, tugging mournfully at your ponytail. “I��m… notoriously bad at meeting people for the first time,” you groaned. “I just get nervous and tongue tied and I don’t know how to interact and… ugh.” You winced. “I am sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I should be a better neighbor, especially since I somehow got to know your daughter.” You half-laughed at yourself.

He waved you off. “I’m just glad you get along with Mor,” he chuckled. “She speaks endlessly about you. Seems like you’ve impressed her.”

You looked up at him, genuinely surprised. “Really?” you wondered, glancing at the girl. Then you smiled. “Well, I’m flattered. She’s such a smart, curious girl. I’m rather honored that she’d find me interesting.” You breathed a laugh, then glanced up at him. “I should get to my station, but… if you don’t mind, would it be alright if I swung by tomorrow to say hi and properly introduce myself?”

He nodded calmly. “Of course. She gets back home from school at three, if you wanted to catch her as well.”

You nodded, propping the tray on your hip. “Thank you! I’ll do that. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll stop procrastinating and actually start working,” you laughed, and walked off with a wave.

The night progressed relatively smoothly, customers rotating in and out with regulars stopping by. The crowds ebbed and flowed, sometimes more rowdy and sometimes more calm. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere and the liveliness of it all. Despite it being a pub, and an Irish one at that, the town was small and most people knew everyone else. Plus, Lysander was the bartender for more than one reason. Everyone knew that making trouble of any sort was not tolerated and had force to back it up.

You occasionally popped by Morrigan’s place at the bar, either to have a chat or to admire the progress she’d made on her drawing. And throughout the night, your worries started to mount the more gossip you heard around the pub. Some of them had heard confirmation that the Romanian vampire gone mad was making a beeline for Ireland, though no one seemed to know why. There were even more rumors that Agent Blue, the famous Will-o-the-Wisp, was after the rampaging Pricoli. And still others said that the Scott Pack would be making a reappearance.

Once you’d finished your shift and helped close up shop, you started the trudge back to your cottage down the road. It wasn’t a far walk, really, and it gave you some time to think and clear your head from the smells of the pub. Reaching up, you pulled your hair free from the ponytail and sighed, shoulders slumping.

You’d come to Ireland to escape your problems, but it felt like they were all closing in on you as the days went by. As you got home and got ready for bed, you wondered if it was asking too much to hope for some peace.

Instead, you distracted yourself by trying to think of something to make for the Sullivans the next day. You didn’t want to go empty handed, after all. Maybe some bread-?

You fell asleep thinking about it.

You’d just lifted your hand to knock when the door flung open. Morrigan practically tackled you, wrapping her arms around your waist with a shriek of greeting.

Laughing, you balanced yourself and wrapped an arm around her. “Well hello, Queenie,” you greeted. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

She grabbed your hand and dragged you in, chattering happily about her day at school. “Oh, and you should have heard how everyone laughed!” She interrupted herself as she led you into the kitchen. “Daddy, she’s here!” she called.

Trying to balance the homemade sourdough in one hand while still holding Morrigan’s with the other, you looked up to give Lysander a helpless smile. “Hello, Mr. Sullivan,” you greeted, a little breathlessly.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. “Well hallo, Miss,” he greeted back, wiping his hands with a towel. “Mor, why don’t you let her set the plate down before anything drops,” he said, shaking his head.

Morrigan let go of your hand, bouncing up and down. “Ooh, what is it?”

You offered it to Lysander, a little flustered. “I… well, I didn’t really want to come without an offering, so… I made some homemade sourdough,” you offered, a little awkwardly. “I hope you like it, it’s a fresh batch, still warm.”

He took it from you with a nod. “Thank you. We love sourdough, don’t we, Mor?” He seemed far more comfortable in his own home, less stoic and stern than in the pub.

Morrigan nodded, throwing up her hands with a cheer. “Yeah!” She danced around. “I love bread!” Then she grabbed your hand again. “Oh, oh, you gotta come see my room! Daddy just made me a new desk, and it’s really nice and shiny!”

Lysander waved you off as you turned to him. “Go ahead. Oh, I was going to invite you to dinner,” he added. “If you’d like. The food is almost done, actually. Your bread will be a perfect addition.”

You smiled. “I’d be honored. Thank you.” Then you let Morrigan drag you away.

By the time Lysander called for you both, you’d been given the official tour of her room and had happily listened to her tell stories of what she’d done at school and the projects she planned to do in the coming days. The little girl always cheered you up with her bright and cheerful presence. If anything, it eased your heart to see the little girl clearly so healthy and happy with her Father. She openly adored him, quite the Daddy’s girl.

As the three of you sat down at the table, you realized with a slight start that you’d never felt so comfortable in Ireland as you did in this moment. It felt… right, like you’d finally come home.

“Thank you for the food,” you said, giving Lysander a grateful smile. “It looks amazing.” The soup simmered in the bowls, while the sourdough bread had been cut into slices and set by the butter.

He nodded. “Thank you for the bread.” He passed the steamed potatoes, and everyone dug into the meal.

You let out a soft hum of contentment as you ate, enjoying the rich flavors and the homey comfort food. Clearly Lysander was a good cook, and you almost envied Morrigan for being able to come home to this every night. Not that you weren’t a good cook yourself, but you supposed company really did make a difference.

“The bread is so good!” Morrigan chirped, taking a giant bite of the bread slathered in butter.

You laughed softly. “I’m glad, Queenie. Take it slow,” you warned, worried she’d choke. “The bread isn’t going anywhere.”

She nodded, scarfing down her food. “Oh, oh, Daddy, cartoons are on soon! Can I please go watch? I did all my homework!”

Lysander nodded. “Alright. Go take your dishes to the sink.”

“Thank you! Morrigan cheered, sliding down from her chair and carefully taking the dishes. She trotted to the kitchen, then got herself a glass of juice and went to go to the living room.

You realized with a slight start that this was the first time you’d been alone with Lysander. Looking down at your spoonful, you wondered if you should maybe ask him the questions that pressed on your mind. Perhaps he would know. Then again… it’s not as though he were related to your grandfather’s clan… and not to mention, most of the people in the town didn’t even know that you were aware of the nonhuman community. In fact, you were rather positive that your coworkers thought you didn’t.

“If I may ask, what brought you to this small town?” Lysander asked, his voice calm and mellow. His blue eyes glanced up at you, and the question died on your tongue.

“Oh… family history, actually,” you admitted with a smile. “And, well…” You shrugged lightly. “I needed to get away for a while. I wanted a fresh start, somewhere where people didn’t really know me.”

“Understandable.” He nodded. “I essentially did the same with Morrigan when we moved here a few years ago.”

You hummed, reaching for a piece of bread. He handed you the butter, and you gently grasped the sleeve of his flannel for a moment. “You’ve got a bit on your clothes,” you said, wiping the smeared butter off with a napkin. You’d just let go when your fingers brushed across his briefly as you took the butter. You didn’t notice the way he froze, his movements jerky as he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “Do you— I mean, does any of your family still live here?”

You shook your head. “Not exactly. But technically, my extended family is here. My grandfather immigrated from Ireland to America, where I was born, but through marriage there are still people here I’m technically connected to.” You shrugged. “I haven’t really gotten in contact with them, though. They probably don’t know me that well,” you laughed with a rueful shrug. You glanced at him for a moment. “I bet it’s even harder when you have children.”

He glanced toward the living room, where the faint sound of the cartoons floated through the house. “Well, I suppose,” he admitted thoughtfully. “Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. She’s my life, really.”

You lowered your eyes to your plate, unable to deny how your chest tightened at the way his voice softened when he spoke of his daughter. You’d always tried to forget how much you’d been attracted to the older man. You’d only ever dated once, and while he’d been nice enough and it had ended cordially, you still hadn’t been able to forget the lingering feeling of disappointment you’d had from the experience. You’d known, after that, that it would either be a long time before you ever tried dating again or it would have to be to someone whose maturity at least matched yours. And, unfortunately for you, that tended to mostly apply to men past their forties.

You really did try to forget how Lysander ticked all the boxes.

“I can see why.” You smiled. “She’s really precious.” Your eyes slid toward the living room. “Does she… inherit from you?”

Lysander looked up, his gaze suddenly piercing as he stared at you openly.

You gave him a faint smile. “I don’t talk much about it, but my grandfather comes from the local O’Connor Faoladh Tribe,” you said calmly, taking another sip of the soup.

His shoulders relaxed, the hard edge in his expression melting away. “Ah. Yes, she does. But she hasn’t fully shifted yet. It will be another year, we think. Are you-?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. It’s funny, really,” you said thoughtfully, motioning with your spoon. “My grandfather is Faoladh, and my mother’s side of the family is a lycanthrope pack.” Your lips twitched. “And somehow, I got the recessive genes and ended up a simple Seer.”

His eyebrow raised. “Not so simple, I’d think,” he remarked. “Aren’t Seers rather uncommon now?”

You shrugged. “For a reason. There’s plenty of potential but not many who actively practice anymore. The price is heavy for knowledge like that.”

He gave you a discerning look. “Is that what you’re running from?”

Your silver spoon clinked softly as you set it down on the edge of the plate. “I suppose you could say that,” you murmured. Your eyes closed as you shoved away the memories of distant screaming, the crackle of fire, crimson splashed across stone floors— “Or maybe toward something.” After all, you mused, there had been a reason you’d felt drawn to your grandfather’s homeland, and town in particular. And of course, you’d never been one to fight Fate too hard.

“Perhaps so,” he conceded. Then he stood. “May I take your plate?”

“Oh— please, let me help.” You stood, taking your dishes and starting towards the kitchen. “At least let me wash or dry.”

When you finally got back home, you sat down on the couch and buried your face into your hands. Seeing Morrigan and Lysander together had stirred up old memories you’d long since tried to forget. Old desires that you’d thought you’d given up on: hopes and dreams of a family to call your own.

You crawled into bed, everything inside you aching. After all, what could a Seer with a cursed fate possibly offer anyone?

The night the Dullahan rode into town, you’d just started closing up the pub on night shift duty.

They’d ridden in, followed by the famous Agent Blue clad in his dark robes and carrying his lantern over his shoulder. He strode in the door, followed by the Dullahan. At first, you hadn’t even noticed the other figure trailing behind them.

Your Boss, Dorian, had walked out of the back room to greet them. He, of everyone in the town, was the only one to know of your heritage, as the elected leader of the supernatural community in the town. He nodded to the group as they entered.

“Welcome, Dullahan, Agent Blue.” He nodded at them, shaking the Will-o-the-Wisp’s hand.

“Greetings in return, Chief Dorian,” Agent Blue replied, his face still covered by the hood. “Apologies for the intrusion. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Pricoli that’s been running amok all over the Isles.”

Dorian nodded. “We certainly have. I assume you’ve come on a hunt.”

“We have. And I’ve brought someone with me.” Agent Blue turned, motioning towards the back of the group.

You’d been distracted, still working on trying to finish clearing up and getting out of the way. If your boss had asked, you were ready to offer to serve the new guests as well, giving Lysander a glance that he returned with a small nod.

It wasn’t until you straightened and turned around, finished, that you heard a familiar, startled voice call your name. Turning, you looked up and saw, to your shock, a very familiar face staring at you. You froze as the figure lunged forward, wrapping you in a tight hug. After a moment, you awkwardly hugged him back, mind whirling.

“What are you doing here?” Your younger brother stared at you incredulously, holding your arms. “I didn’t even know you left home! Last I heard you were still there.”

You grasped his sleeves, disoriented. “O-Oh. Ray,” you gasped, processing. “I—“ You suppressed a flinch. “I just… moved into grandfather’s old cottage,” you stammered, then looked down. “I had to get away,” you said quietly. “It was too much.”

Of all your family, you knew that Ray would best understand. He’d been the only one to really stand up for you back home, try to support you as best as he could, being a younger sibling. When everyone else constantly reminded you of your Fate, your Destiny, Ray had been the only one who had encouraged your personal hopes and dreams, had listened to your fears and worries.

He sighed. “I mean, I can’t blame you,” he said, shaking his head. “Still… does anyone know?”

You scoffed slightly, turning your head away. “Only Grandfather ever cared about me besides you, Ray. There’s no one else who probably even asked.” You shrugged. “How is school?” You’d been the one to support him when he decided to move to Scotland to attend University. He, too, had wanted to escape home.

He grinned. “Pretty great, actually!” Then he glanced behind him. “Turns out my best mate is actually one of Agent Blue’s sons, so when the whole Pricoli thing went down, I offered to be his in to the Faoladh Tribe here. For formality, y’know.” He shrugged. “I remembered what Grandfather had always taught us about how picky Faoladh are about tradition.”

You nodded. “Yeah…” You huffed slightly. “Technically only the people in here right now even know that I’m a part of the supernatural community,” you said dryly.

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s some dedication to keep it quiet. How has the local gossip train not found you out yet?”

You snorted. “Maybe because I’ve always been quiet and kept my mouth shut.” You rolled your eyes at him, though a smile twitched on your lips. “And we both know who never can.”

He playfully cuffed your shoulder. Then he grinned. “Oh, but guess what?” His eyes sparkled. “I found my Mate!”

Your eyes widened. “Really?” Your heart lightened for him, happy that your younger brother had finally found his Mate. “Does she know yet?”

He shook his head, face falling a little. Well, not yet. I mean, I’ve kinda only just met her and all, so… and it’s kinda awkward, cause…” He winced. “Well, she’s my best mate’s younger sister.”

You gave him an incredulous look, then sighed, shaking your head. “Well, good luck with that one, Ray,” you snorted. “You’ve gotten yourself into quite the situation with that one.”

He shrugged. “I know, but…” His grin turned goofy. “She’s so pretty. You should see her. She’s even pretty sassy, kinda like you are with me.”

You laughed softly, patting his arm. “Well, I’m glad I was able to catch up with you. If you need a place to stay, you know my house is always open to you.”

He nodded. “Thanks, sis. I should probably head back. I don’t know what else they might want me for.” He paused, then gave you an odd look. “Have you… found anyone?”

You blinked at him, startled. “What? Ray, you know what my Fate says.” You frowned.

An odd expression crossed his face, then he shook his head. “Yeah, I know. Just… don’t forget the promise you made me.”

You sighed. “I won’t, Ray.” As if you ever could, you thought with a hint of bitterness. He wouldn’t let you.

He squeezed your hand, slipping a piece of paper into your grasp. “Text me. I wanna keep in touch.”

You nodded, pocketing the note. “Thanks. Good luck, Ray. Stay safe.”

He nodded, then jogged back to Agent Blue with a wave. You were left to stand there, your heart sinking with every step he took away from you. Everything was lining up far too well. Though you’d vainly hoped to escape from the Fate that had hung over your head for so long, it seemed as though you’d just walked right into it instead.

Turning back to the bar, you quietly packed up your things. Bidding Lysander goodnight, you checked to make sure Dorian didn’t need you and headed back for home.

It was only a matter of time.

Rain splattered against the ground, heavy and thick like a curtain. Shielding your eyes from the drops, you pushed yourself to run, faster, as fast as you could. There was no time left to think.

The vision you’d had kneeling under the large Fae Maypole tree you’d found in the forest nearby kept flashing through your mind, insistent and horrific. Your Fate loomed, past and future meshing into the present in ways you could hardly stand. You’d thought you’d been running, cowardly but maybe safe from the Sword of Damocles—but now here you were, fallen headlong into the trap of the Fate you’d known since childhood would claim your life.

And yet your feet would not stop running, pushing you forward without hesitation. Was this not worth it? Was this Fate—this Fate that you’d feared for so long, hated and loathed and tried in futility to escape—was it truly so horrendous? Now that you were here? In this moment of truth?

You barreled up the steps, slamming your shoulder against the door without a pause. It broke, sending you headlong across the threshold to skid across the carpet. Ignoring the burn on your arm, you looked up as you heard a scream. Morrigan’s face stared at you, sheet white as she curled up in fear by the foot of the couch.

Jacking yourself up, you didn’t take time to glance behind you. “Mor, into the safe room,” you gasped, “your Daddy sent me, okay? I need you to get in the safe room, now.”

She nodded shakily, bravely scrambling to her feet and running towards the safe room that Lysander had made for her. Nothing would get through the doors, you knew, once they locked. You waited until you heard the lock click, then turned and scrambled back out the busted door.

In the empty area between your houses, out on the outskirts of the town, everything seemed oddly distant yet crystal clear. Your memories nudged at you, whispering about the deja vu that filled your every pore at the sight of the green, rolling grass and the relentless rain that poured over everything. In the distance, the red glare of a fire fueled by gas and undaunted by rain began to dominate the color of the sky.

It didn’t surprise you when cold fingers wrapped around your throat, leaving mottled bruises to bloom against your skin. You stood still, knowing that any movement might crush your throat. You may have been Fated to die, but not until you’d finished your task.

The enraged Pricoli snarled, hissing in your ear. “I know he sent you to hide her,” he sneered. “You helpless, pitiful Seer. For all your preeminence, did you not find a way to best me?” he barked a laugh, maniacal and loud. “You useless Seers and your cursed fates—and for what? A single moment of ruined glory?”

Your breath shallowed, airflow restricted. Agent Blue, several Dullahan, your brother, Dorian, and Lysander all emerged from the tree line, pausing as they saw you being held hostage. You closed your eyes for a moment as the icy hands constricted around your throat even further.

“Tell me where she is, and you get to live, Seer,” he snarled, his face nearing your ear. “She is my perfect match, my BloodSong. She is fated to be mine, my apprentice!” he howled. “Give her to me, my right!” His nails started to lengthen, turning into claws, digging against your skin. “Or I’ll drink you dry first and use you as fuel to take these maggots down.”

You brother’s face had gone ashen in horror, staring at you as though trying to deny his own eyes. His face twisted in despair.

“I’ll never give her up to you,” you answered, aware that everyone could hear you despite the rain. You tilted your head up, letting the rain wash over your face. “I am a Seer,” you declared, loudly, proud of it for the first time in your life. “And I embrace the Curse of my Fate. I pay the price gladly, if it means the power to make sure you never lay a finger on her.”

The Pricoli snarled, the rage almost audibly warping his voice into something demonic. “Then meet your Fate, Seer.”

Your knees gave out the moment his fangs ripped into your jugular. Strangely enough, the pain wasn’t even that bad, you mused hazily. Your eyes—were they blurred by tears or the rain?—rolled up to see your brother, mouth open as he reached for you. Even Lysander, white fur matted and soaked, had his maw open as his snout pointed to the sky.

Distantly, you could hear screaming. A roar, loud, tumbling through your chest, rattling into the ground. The crackling of fire. Everything started to get.. so… cold. Vaguely, as the hand shoved you forward and you landed against the ground, you could see out of the corner of your eye the Pricoli hunch forward. Despite the pain, the numbness… your lips curled in a vindictive smile.

The crimson eyes turned to you, a horrified anger sweeping through them as they landed on your twisted grin. A cold hand went up to his throat, and the Pricoli started to choke. His body lurched, tongue lolling as he gagged on your blood, his veins starting to light from the inside out with a toxic green. Slowly, agonizingly, he fell to his knees, his face contorted in a paroxysm of agony as he choked on your blood, your concentrated inherent magic tearing him apart from the inside out.

Your limbs felt sluggish as you forced yourself up, your ears ringing. Reaching up, you pressed your hand to your ruined neck and staggered to your feet, starting to lurch away from the destroyed corpse of the Pricoli. Warmth smeared across your skin, and every breath sent needles raking down your throat and into your lungs. Your feet stumbled, and before you realized it, you were leaning against something broad and firm.

Two icy blue eyes stared down at you, claws wrapping around your arms. Strangely enough, though, you didn’t fear that grasp. Lysander’s maw moved, you noticed faintly, but all you could hear was the persistent ringing in your ears. Vaguely, you reached up, your fingers clumsily landing on the side of his snout. Red smeared his fur, and your arm dropped down numbly to your side.

With the last of your strength, you forced your mouth to form the words that your shattered throat couldn’t say. Tell her goodbye.

The world spun into crimson.

Shivering, you shook your head as you curled into the corner that you’d pressed yourself into. Tears burned behind your eyes, and you heard your breath start to rasp and wheeze, rattling your throat.

Your brother’s face crumpled as he stared at you. “Please,” he begged, his voice wavering. “You need to drink.”

Agent Blue rested his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “Take it easy, son,” he said, voice firm but compassionate. “She’s understandably frightened. Even though she’s successfully gone through the change to being a damphyr, she’s had quite the scare and probably doesn’t want to feed.”

“But she needs to!” Ray exclaimed, frustration lacing his voice. “She’s already hurting.”

It was driving you insane. The pure power of the Will-o-the-Wisp’s blood was calling to you like a tempting beacon, and your brother’s hot blood practically screamed at you. The thirst flared in your throat, an ache so powerful you wanted to gag. It was like sandpaper. But you didn’t want to feed from them. You didn’t want to risk losing control, didn’t want to didn’t want to didn’t want to—

“I’ll take care of her.” Lysander stepped into the room. He turned to Ray. “She gave her life to save my daughter. This is the least I can do. I promise she’ll be in good hands.”

Your brother paused, then sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know you will, Sir,” he said, defeated. “I just…” He glanced over at you, eyes reflecting his misery.

Lysander reached out, squeezing Ray’s shoulder. “I understand,” he said quietly.

Ray nodded, then approached you again carefully. “Hey.” His voice softened. “I know you probably don’t want me around. But you have my number. Please, just… contact me when you’re ready, ok? You know I’ll be here for you, like I always have been. I’m gonna go back to Scotland, but you know how to reach me if you need anything. I won’t tell any of the family that you’re here.”

Swallowing back the drool, you tentatively reached out and barely ghosted your fingers against his cheek, hoping your eyes would convey your thanks. You just… needed space. Away from him, to control yourself, get yourself together.

But his expression turned a little more hopeful, and he nodded. “Love you, sis,” he said quietly. “Please… live.” With a small smile, he stood and followed Agent Blue out of the room.

With a quiet whine, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push past the unbearable, insistent pain scratching down your throat. Your throat roared for a drink. Your eyes snapped open when you heard Lysander approach. Though you didn’t know why, his presence always sent you into an absolute panic, though not of fear. Your thirst around him seemed to impossibly skyrocket. Like something about him drove you crazy.

He knelt, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He reached out slowly, giving you a chance to move away. Instead, your body froze, entirely fixating on the way his plaid shirtsleeve pulled tight around his arm, rolled up to his elbow. You swallowed thickly, his blood an absolute siren call. You could smell it, practically taste it. Dripping down your throat, into your veins, ambrosia sweet and thick— Drool slipped down the corner of your mouth, past the pressure of fangs against your lips.

Lysander’s eyes strained. “I know what it does to you,” he said quietly. “Just the fact that you’re not lunging for me right now is…” He sighed, his other hand raking through his hair. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or-“ His lips twisted as he cut himself off, as though conflicted. “There’s a reason why my blood calls to you.” He settled himself in front of you, making you want to scream as both relief and a frenzy of want roared through you.

“Of course, Mor is my daughter,” Lysander said, his voice low as he looked down at the floor between you. “But her Mother was… not my true Mate.” He sighed. “I didn’t really care, because I loved her. But she… well, she left me. Didn’t want Mor, didn’t want… me.” A self-depreciating smile passed across his face. “But it was okay, I had Mor and I only wanted the best for her. But still… somewhere inside me, I knew that my true Mate was out there somewhere.”

You almost couldn’t focus, his proximity almost painful because he was too far, and yet not close enough—

“And then you appeared, and Mor started to love you, and I—“ He sighed, hand reaching up to cover his face. “And I didn’t know if I wanted to run or stay.” His shoulders slumped. “Seeing you with Mor, working with you, talking with you… every moment I spend with you near is like agony, but when you leave it’s like you take a part of me with you and I can’t breathe.”

Abruptly, your mouth went dry, shocked almost clear out of bloodlust. Wait, was he saying-?

“I told myself that you’d be better off without me,” Lysander admitted, voice thick. “I’m… not young any more. You’re beautiful and— and you have so much more promise, a whole life ahead of you… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’d gone for so long without my true Mate, I thought I’d be fine. But when I saw you lying on the ground…” He turned his face away, jaw ticking, a wild, feral light in his eyes. A low snarl rumbled through his chest, dissolving into a whine he quickly cut off.

He looked back up at you. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel… obligated to do anything. But you deserve to know the reason why my blood calls to you so strongly, and why— why I want you to drink from me. Why I don’t mind.”

Your mind whirled. The permission. The heady scent of his blood. The warmth he promised. The realization that he was calling you his true Mate. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

Reaching up, you clapped your hand over your mouth with a half-sob of desperation. You wanted it. You practically ached for it, the kindness and love he offered. The promise of a family, a home, someone who had seen you at your worst and still somehow wanted you.

“Please,” Lysander rasped, his eyes laced with that same desperation roiling in his gut. “You don’t even have to accept me as a Mate. But you need to feed, and I—“

You were at your limit. You’d already taxed yourself as a newborn damphyr somehow trying to resist the frenzy of the first feed, and now that your Mate was in front of you, offering freely, practically begging you to feed from him, you could only take so much.

You lunged, a snarl dying on your lips as you lunged forward, the strength of your desperation actually knocking the seasoned werewolf down onto the floor. And still, even as you straddled his waist, your fingers curled around his shoulder, eyes fixed on the tempting expanse of his neck… you still tried to fight. Still tried to fight it, to control yourself.

But Lysander’s broad, warm hands gently wrapped around your waist, not fighting or pushing you off. The scar slashing across the left side of his face seemed to glow in the light streaming through the curtained window, and he gave you a smile.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice low and soothing. “I can handle it. I know you won’t hurt me.”

You shuddered, drool dripping down your fangs. Leaning forward slowly, you tried to keep yourself paced, tried to force yourself to some modicum of control. Mouth opening, you lowered your head until your fangs just barely grazed the crook of his neck and shoulder, not too close to his jugular but just enough.

The moment your fangs sank into his throat, Lysander’s fingers went weak around your waist. A deep groan pooled into the air, and a tremor ran through his body underneath you.

Heat pooled in your stomach, even as his blood slid down your throat with a satisfaction unparalleled. He tasted sweet and dusky, like fresh bread and sunshine, and freshly-cut grass after the rain. The pure heat and warmth he radiated soaked into you, and you felt the bloodlust slowly slake as you drank. Finally, you forced yourself to let go, vaguely aware with your instincts that you’d taken enough to not hurt him but probably still leave him a bit lightheaded for a moment.

The bite wound almost instantly healed over, and his grasp on your waist tightened again, fingers flexing as he regained his bearings.

You leaned your head against his chest, the gratitude and shame warring inside you. Grateful that he’d been so kind, so understanding and gentle. Ashamed of your own arousal, the way your entire being reacted to him.

Your name slipped from his lips, and a moment later his face pressed into your hair. His voice ached with the same torn desire that roiled through you. “I shouldn’t—“ He sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed your body flush against his. You could feel how tight his pants were, could feel the lines of his bulge pressed up against your thigh. A choked groan accompanied the way his hands spasmed around your waist.

“Mate.” The whisper slid from your mouth, the first thing you’d said aloud since your change. Your fingers clenched in his flannel shirt. “Mate… wants me?” Your voice cracked with your fear. Fear that he wouldn’t want to deal with you after all, that you weren’t worth it—

He pulled you closer to him, hand sliding to your hair. “So damn much, sweetheart,” he rasped, cradling your head to his shoulder. “You’re so goddamn beautiful and fierce— I don’t care if you’re human, Seer, damphyr. You’re my true Mate, my love.”

And you buried your face into his shoulder and let yourself shed a few tears of relief. He wanted you. Accepted you, in spite of everything.

“I know it’s not fair to ask you to stay,” his voice strained. “You gave your life for Morrigan, and I’m so much older—“

You reached up, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw as you slanted your lips over his, tears slipping down your cheeks. His mouth opened, kissing you back with a fervor as he splayed his hand over your lower back, pressing you into him. He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling through his chest and straight into your body. Your entire body flushed, and you let out a quiet whimper.

Almost before you could register it, he flipped you over onto the floor, hovering over you. His teeth bared, and he stared down at you with a heat in his eyes that scorched through you. His hands clenched around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

You whimpered, tilting your head to the side and exposing your throat to him, sprawled against the floor. Your chest heaved with breath, and a moment later his teeth closed gently on the arch of your neck. A soft breathy moan escaped your lips, eyes fluttering closed as his scent washed over you, his mouth marking your neck, replacing the memory of the Pricoli’s fingerprints mottled against your skin.

With an effort, Lysander wrenched himself away, though he half rutted against you. “Darling, I’m going to need you to tell me if you don’t want this,” he rasped, voice thick and half a snarl already.

“Lysander,” you whispered, lips caressing his name.

His hips stuttered, and he pulled you up against him before heaving himself up and staggering to the bed. He lowered you onto the bed, wasting no time before he practically yanked you to him, his hands hot and greedy. He kissed you, somehow still gentle and yet needy enough to take your breath away.

“May I?” He tapped your shirt.

You nodded shyly, letting him slide it off of you. You lifted your hips in an invitation, and he lowered his mouth to your neck as he slipped your shorts off. He groaned, hands sliding across your bared skin. His skin felt so hot to the touch against your chilled body, wholly satisfying. You practically melted into his hands like putty, malleable to however he touched you, moved you. He made you feel safe. Loved. Cherished. Wanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “So beautiful, leannen.” The Gaelic spilled naturally from his mouth as he slid his hands under your back, unhooking your bra. You let him slide it off, too desperate for the warmth of his hands to process embarrassment. His hands cupped your breasts, callouses rasping across your nipples in a way that left your breathless and aching.

You whimpered, a little encouraged by the way you felt his bulge throb against you at the sound. Fingers tangling in his shirt, you tilted your head for air, arching into his hands.

“Fuck,” Lysander hissed against your jaw, his hips rolling into you. His hands slid lower, and his thumbs hooked in your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded, fingers clenching against his shoulders as he slid them off. His shirt was already straining at the seams, threatening to rip. At your tug, he took a moment to reach down and practically rip his shirt off, tossing it uncaringly to the side as he opened his mouth against your neck.

You were already dripping, just his touch and scent enough to arouse you. Breath hissed through his teeth as his fingers dragged through your slick, just barely brushing past your clit. A whine escaped your lips as you shivered, fingers slipping against his chest.

“You smell so good,” Lysander groaned, one finger slipping into you as his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re wet. Can I take care of you?” he rumbled, teeth nipping at your ear. “You already gorged yourself on my blood. How about I fill you up with something else?”

You flushed, fangs sinking into your lower lip. “Please?” you whispered.

His ice blue eyes flashed, and his chest heaved under your hands. “Oh, are we a little desperate?” He smirked, sliding another finger into you, stretching you. “Want me to pull your legs up on my shoulders and keep you here all night?” He chuckled, feeling you pulse around his fingers. “Mmmm, I think your gorgeous body is being pretty honest, sweetheart. Well. I aim to please my Mate.”

You only had a moment to wonder when he’d managed to get his pants off. His fingers slid out of you, only for you to feel his cock rest heavily against your entrance. He slid against you, and you could feel a dribble of precum smear across your skin. One hand went to your waist, holding you, while his other found your clit again.

“Is this alright, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and suddenly soft. “I’m a bit of a stretch. I’ll try to go slow.”

With how wet you were, you sincerely doubted that he would find much of a problem. Still, you swallowed and nodded, grateful for his care and the way he tried, every step of the way, to make sure you were comfortable. Then again, you could already tell he wasn’t lying about how big he was. You could feel him resting against you, throbbing against your thigh. Slowly, he pressed just the tip into you, his breath shuddering.

Your lips parted in a gasp as he stretched you open, sliding into you. Compared to the chill of your body, his cock practically radiated heat. By the time he completely bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours, you’d already come so close to the edge, drool slipping from the corners of your lips. He seemed to completely fill you, pressing up against every spot inside of you until you swore he’d stretched you into his shape.

Lysander slumped over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. His entire body shuddered, and his hands clenched around your waist. His chest heaved against yours, muscles flexing as though he were physically holding himself back.

“Thank you.” The shaky whisper pooled against your skin. “For saving her. Giving your life for her. Thank you. For choosing me.”

Your fingers slid into his salt and pepper hair, relishing the stubble against your neck and shoulder. “I love you.” The confession spilled from your lips, quiet in the room.

He shuddered, letting out a low moan. His fingers clenched, just as he pulled you down further onto his cock, pressing up into you. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Lysander,” you repeated obediently, wholly truthful. Your core clenched around him, and he hissed, pulling out to thrust back into you.

“I love you,” he groaned, starting to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm. He reached down, then pulled your legs up around his hips. The new angle made you pulse as he seemed to reach impossibly deeper into you, angling up justenough to hit that one spot inside you that had you gasping and arching.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Feels so good, sweetheart. So good.”

He suddenly reached behind you and grabbed a pillow, then lifted your hips up to prop it under you. Setting you back down, he shifted himself up and pulled your legs up to his shoulders.

A cry left your lips, utterly wrecked and broken. His cock completely filled you, fucking any semblance of coherence out of you, going so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach. He seemed to know exactly how to read your body, adjusting to every whimper you let out, not giving you a break as he kept pounding into you with devastating precision.

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” he chuckled, the sound raking down your spine. “Is this what you want?” He thumbed your clit, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You gonna give Mor a little sibling? Taking me so well like this, spread open for me?”

The thought of adding more kids to your life, together with Lysander, proved to be the last straw for your poor mind. You came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you cried out his name and the wave of heat and pleasure washed through your body.

And Lysander just kept fucking you through it, going harder as he pinned you against the sheets under him, not caring that your fingers raked against his shoulders. He bent to kiss you, murmuring your name in a husky voice that just wrecked you even more. He gave you no mercy, his gaze predatory as he stared down at you, soaking in your ruined expression.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he murmured, coaxing you through your high.

Even when you rode it out, he didn’t slow down or let up the pace. “You gonna make me cum, darling? Can I cum inside you?”

A plea staggered off of your lips, followed by his name. Your jumbled, blissed-out mind wouldn’t allow you to do anything else, barely recalling your own name.

“Fuck— gonna cum, sweetheart— gonna fill you up—“ He let out a moan before his hips slammed into you one last time. He ground against you as he came, his bruising grip not letting you move an inch away from him.

You melted back into the bed, eyes closing as you soaked in the feeling of his seed filling you, pouring into you. Your fingers slid up the back of his neck as you lay there, docile and welcoming to his every move. Even when he’d finally stopped spilling into you, your stomach full and hot, he slumped against you.

His lips slid across your throat, soft and almost reverent, and he pulled you into his body. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, his hands running over you with gentle, loving strokes, soothing you.

“I promise I’ll do my best to protect you, treat you the way you should be,” he promised. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” Then he chuckled, hand running over your stomach. “I wonder if Morrigan will want a brother or a sister. She’s already going to be so excited to call you Mommy.”

You gave him a shy smile, accepting his soft kiss. “Thank you, Lysander,” you whispered. “I love you.”

Perhaps the price of your Fate had been high, you thought, but it had been entirely worth it.

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bellatrixscurls · 3 years

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Bestie, please something with Lucius Malfoy <3

A crumb is all I ask

warnings : smut, vaginal penetration, part time soft dom lucius, sub fem reader, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names, titty play.

summary : you and lucius have soft afternoon sex.

“easy, dove. go slowly, wanna feel you” lucius cooed, gently running his hands up and down your back as you rocked desperately on his lap.

his words made your heart swell but at the same time, you wanted more, you wanted the sex you two’d always had. the rough one.

whimpering, your motions came to a halt for just a moment, before you started dragging your hips up and down his cock, slowly, just like he’d told you he wanted it.

“good girl ” he praised under his breath, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he sucked purple marks along it, “see? just like that, doesn’t it feel better, sweetheart? harder, not faster.”

and that it was. even though your pace was slow, the hardness of his thrusts remained the same as he held onto your arse for support, sponging hot kisses all the way down to your breasts, where he stopped, wanting to give them the required attention.

you straightened your back just enough for your breasts to graze his face even the tiniest bit, and understanding the message, lucius smirked up at you, “gotta use our big girl words, lovie. still gotta be good f’me, yeah?”

nodding your head with vigour, you gave him a vocal answer for the first time that day, your voice coming out groggy, “they need you, daddy. need you to take care of ‘em” you murmured shyly.

“they need me? you sure?” he mocked your shy tone, but nonetheless attached his lips to your hardened nipples, sucking gently as he hummed around them, urging you to answer him.

sighing at the sudden wave of pleasure that went through your body at the mere feeling of his lips on your skin, you shook your head, feeling your cheeks tint a light pink shade, “need you too. i need you, daddy” you said softly, running your fingers through his soft, blonde hair as he looked up at you, the innocence his silver eyes held only drawing your orgasm closer.

it went on for about a couple of minutes more : his tongue teasing one of your nipples as the other was being teased by his long fingers. and he knew what a sucker you were for him playing with your tits. “i-i’m close, daddy” you almost screamed, embarrassed by how little it took for him to have you cumming already.

used to lucius’ rough side, the one that degraded you and edged you for hours and hours, your eyes snapped open when his muffled words reached your ears,

“cum for me, pretty girl. all over my cock now, come on. be good for daddy.”

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td-scenarios · 3 years

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How they react to seeing their S/O crying

First scenarios are a go!

Cody

Will most definitely start panicking at your status and start asking you various questions.

“Are you okay? Did I do something? Do you need space? Should I hug you? Do I need to punch someone?” And you better believe he’ll do that last one based off that one scene of him and Duncan in World Tour.

Goes and brings his stash of candy to you for you to enjoy

If you don’t need space at the moment but instead comfort, you better believe this boy will turn into the biggest cuddlebug. His arms just wrapping around your entire body and him resting his head into the crook of your neck. Would totally start kissing you all over the face until you smiled and were laughing as you told him to stop in a lighthearted manner

Trust me, Cody is not leaving until there’s a smile on your face. Even if you ask for some space he’ll be sending you memes or stupid little drawings.

Also would totally do the really cheesy thing of wiping away your tears and resting the palm of his hand on your cheek so that you can lean into it.

Scott

Doesn’t really understand what’s going on at first. He’s clever, but he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times.

“Why are you crying? It better not be somethin’ stupid, cuz, ya know, back on the farm-” cue you punching him in the face or on the shoulder

That’s when he’s like ‘Oh fuck, something is ACTUALLY wrong. Oh no this is a time where I have to step up as a boyfriend oh no oh no’

Him awkwardly being all “So....um....what’s wrong?”

His face absolutely breaking upon seeing your shattered expression. Protective boyfriend mode = activated.

“Did someone hurt you? Babe, you better believe that I’ll go and make their life a living hell, trust me.” And then you just slowly shaking your head no and leaning your head onto his chest, which just makes this big softie melt.

Y’all cuddling for a long time until you eventually fall asleep on him and he’s just brooding on the fact that if someone did cause it, he really was gonna go and beat them up, He doesn’t make idle threats, but for now, it’s just calm between the two of you.

Brick

He gets back from running one of his bi-hourly jogs with Jo to see your form shaking from under a blanket in the cabin. Since you’re under the blanket, he can only assume you’re not cold and immediately comes to the conclusion that you are upset

“Y/N! What has got you feeling so blue right now?” He would try to lower his voice for you, but his same tone only wavers a bit. Habits and all that.

You already know that this sweet boy will drop whatever other plans he had for today to stay in the cabin and comfort you until you were better.

He’d try to suggest going outside and getting some fresh air, but you two would go out for a bit and you’d either see the person who upset you or get reminded of your homesickness or whatever else made you sad, so you two would just go back inside.

Brick being Brick would probably find a way of accidentally making you laugh and he’ll just continue with that until you forgot why you were sad in the first place.

Mike

Taking a break from the others, Mike finds you sitting on a rock near the beach with your head buried into your folded arms. He instantly comes jogging up to your side and sits across from you, gently saying your name which gets you to look up. When you ask for alone time, he softly shakes his head.

“I can’t leave you until I make sure you’re okay, Y/N. You know me, it’s good knowing that the people I care about are good.” Those words kind of put a smile on your face as you look at the gap toothed boy.

Mike counts this as the start of working your mood back up. He wouldn’t want to make you more sad by making you talk about what upset you, so instead he decides to start telling you funny stories of shenanigans his alters have caused.

“They’re quite the cast! I remember when Manitoba was really proud of himself for digging up some new material, but the guy was already a little bit tired so instead he was just holding some dried cow patty! Vito wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks!” More and more stories of that caliber, all of which would make you giggle in some way or another.

At some point, Mike ends up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and it’s become night time so you’re both just looking up into the stars. A nice serene way to forget about what was plaguing your mind earlier

Dakota

“O M G, babe, are you okay? Your skin is getting a little blotchy.” You would wince a little bit at that prompting her to apologize as you wipe one side of your face with your hand.

The blonde would sit next to you on the cabin bed and ask that you “spill the tea, sugar.

After telling her what’s wrong, she insists on taking care of you for the rest of the day. Bringing you any food she can scour off the island, asking the other teens of the cast to leave the two of you alone, and once your crying dies down a bit she starts doing your makeup.

“I like doing your makeup so much because it gives me a great view of your gorgeous face.”

This comment of Dakota’s immediately gets the waterworks started up again.

She starts panicking, thinking she said something wrong while carefully putting her makeup brushes down. You just shake your head and hug her tightly, to which she’s confused about, but reciprocates anyways.

Leshawna

This girl immediately hugs you as soon as she sees how distressed you are. She gives the best hugs ever, I would know, Fresh TV told me.

“Alright baby, tell me what’s got your feathers in a bunch! Leshawna will make all the problems go away.” Her voice is so calming at that point that you break down even more and choke out what’s been bothering you.

If it is someone, she would definitely start making threats, but wouldn’t dare to leave you alone in this state, so whoever did this to you would definitely get some knuckle sandwiches later.

The girl would take you back to her cabin and lay both of y’all down on her bed and softly sing to you (even if it’s not the best, it’s endearing.) Until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

Leshawna would be the first to wake up and would smile upon seeing your face, now with a soft smile instead of the heartbreaking expression it carried mere hours before. You were definitely her everything.

Heather

She really wants to keep up her mean façade like she does in front of everyone and say “ew, you’re showing emotions right now?” or something like that, but she decides that she could never do that to you. Even if anyone else was watching her at the moment.

Heather would take a seat next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me what’s up.” And before you could say anything she interrupts, “and no, I won’t tell anyone what you tell me. I would never.” She made sure to keep both her hands up so you could see that she wasn’t crossing her fingers.

You let out a sigh and then hesitantly began telling her what’s up.

“Are you kidding? Hun, you need to put your game face on! Come with me.” She then grabs your hand and takes you around to do calming activities all around the island. Being bitchier to everyone else, but the most soft, kind, caring person in the world for you. She doesn’t let go of your hand at all just to let you know she’s there.

At the end of your day together, your tears long forgotten, both of you sat on a blanket watching the sunset, she looks over at you. “You ready to go kick some loser butt?” She says with a smirk, you sniffle a bit and nod yes. “Cool, lets go.” Her hand finally leaves yours, which saddens you, but she waits for you so you can head back to camp together. Who knew you could go a whole day with your girlfriend without her being TOO focused on the million?

Dawn

You thought you had found a quiet spot to let your feelings free under a shaded tree that may be capable of eating you any second, but how wrong you were. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a familiar soft voice speak, “your aura is stained with anguish. What is plaguing you so?”

Dawn’s statement startled you out of your tears for a bit until you began to explain to her what had happened with a shaky voice and it all became too much so you stopped talking.

The look on her face gave away that she knew more than she let on.

“Here Y/N breathe with me.” You would give her a confused look but go along with it since your girlfriend was weirdly knowledgeable in some areas.

“Very good. You’re shaky, but there’s nothing your position won’t fix. Here follow what I do.” Dawn got into a position perfect for breathing exercises and you followed suit. “Your chakras will align in the median in your body and your mind will be freed of its chains, do not be afraid.” She repeated the affirmations in a hushed tone as you two breathed with one another.

It was actually pretty calming. The sounds of the toxic island along with Dawn’s hushed voice made for the perfect aura around you two and you can’t remember a time when you have felt so at peace.

“I can sense that your aura is back to its normal state. Are you feeling any better?” The different words took you out of your zen and you looked up at her and nodded, which made her smile.

“That is nice to hear. Would you like to go look at the flowers with me?

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Blood pt.4

Stiles Stilinski x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2589 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The pack finally gets to meet this mystery girl of Stiles’ but that glaring secret of theirs just keeps causing problems.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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The table fell silent as you walked up to it, every single one of their attentions poised on you as if you were the most interesting thing they had ever seen in their entire lives.

You hated it.

For obvious reasons, werewolves made you really uncomfortable and as much as you wanted to trust that Stiles knew his friends well enough to know they weren’t going to freak out and rip you apart, you weren’t sure.

You didn’t like them.

Though, as Stiles became more and more aware of the fact that you were dragging your feet, his grasp on your hand tightened to help you remember that you weren’t completely alone.

“I’m going to be here the whole time, just relax” he prompted, hoping that his words were going to be enough to make you feel better about this whole thing while also knowing that wasn’t going to be.

This was something you never wanted to do in your life, but if you wanted to live your life here, you’d have to do it. You had to find out if what he said about them was true, so that you knew that you could stay.

It sucked.

The only thing that made you feel any better about this situation was seeing how well your act had worked on Scott this morning. If you kept it up like that, there was a chance that they would never know what you were at all.

Maybe you could just keep it a secret from them forever.

You had done crazier things.

By the time the two of you made it to the table, the entire group had shared knowing looks, shocked that the tall tale Scott had weaved about what he’d seen this morning wasn’t all one big lie. It just wasn’t something they ever thought would happen.

“Hey, there they are. I was worried you were playing hookie today” Scott grinned, addressing his words to his best friend, who only shrugged at his words.

Not showing up at all today would have been a better idea, all things considered, but you’d have to answer the questions at some point.

It was much better to just get it over with.

“Could you blame me?” Stiles jokes, sitting down beside Scott at the table, taking you with him. You were stiff as you sat down, doing your best to stick in your own little bubble without drawing too much attention to yourself.

Unfortunately, that was basically impossible given the circumstances.

The two of them shared a laugh before Scott addressed a question to you, one that you missed completely because you were still trying to come to terms with the situation you had found yourself in. There was just too much going on at once, and you couldn’t help but be a little overwhelmed.

You weren’t designed for this, after all.

You should have never been afraid of anything, or had to answer to anyone but that had gone out the window when you decided to attach yourself to a teenage boy who was involved with a pack of werewolves.

Just your luck.

“Y/N, honey. You okay?” Stiles hummed, obviously addressing you that way for their benefit. Scott had asked you a point blank question and while he was well aware of what was going on with you, they weren’t.

You had to get a handle on this.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just a lot at once” you shrugged, plastering that bubbly grin on your face that made you feel as though your cheeks could crack in two at any moment. It wasn't natural for you, but as you had previously decided, it was natural for this girl Stiles was dating.

This girl that you were pretending to be.

“It’s okay. We’re all friends. We’re just a little shocked at the news is all” Scott allowed, smiling at you in a way that was surprisingly genuine. It wasn’t like the werewolves you remembered from all those years ago, that were made up mostly of gnashing teeth and threats of violence.

He didn’t look like he could hurt anything, or anyone, even if he wanted to.

“Stiles didn’t tell you, did he? He can be so goofy sometimes” you laughed, bumping the male in question with your shoulder. The action was surprisingly natural for you, and Stiles reacted naturally as well.

Pretending to be a couple was the easiest part of this whole thing, for both of you.

It was real life that you were struggling with.

“I just didn’t know how” Stiles decided, moving your two hands, that were still interlocked, onto the tabletop. It was a blatant display of the relationship the two of you were supposed to share, but you didn’t mind it.

The more they focused on the show you were putting on, the less they could pay attention to you.

“Come on. Tell us more about it, how did you two meet?” another in the group, a redhead, prompted. She had a cheery demeanor, with eyes that held an intellect that you could have seen shining there a mile away.

She wasn’t a wolf, but she stank like one just like Stiles did, that much you could tell. Of course, she wasn’t human either, but based on what you could get from her alone, you had no clue what sort of creature she was.

“We sort of just ran into each other, and went to get a bite” you shrugged, not even bothering to hide the clever little nod to how you really met within your answer.

If nothing else, knowing something they didn’t made this a little more entertaining.

It was hardly the meet-cute that Lydia had been hoping for, but that didn’t mean she didn’t accept the answer you gave her. After all, it was clear that Stiles really had a thing for you and as long as he liked you, she liked you too.

Contrary to what you would have thought, she wasn’t as tough a critic as Scott seemed to be. He just wanted to figure out what was going on right now,

Stiles had never once had a girl over like that, and every time he’d ever gotten close, Scott knew about it. Sometimes, Stiles stopped talking to a girl to call him in the moment and let him know that he had talked to a cute girl.

He just had to make sure you were legit.

That was literally his whole job as his best friend.

“So, you go to school here Y/N? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before” he questioned, offering another comforting smile to you which you couldn't help but be a little tired of. Every time you looked at him, all you saw was your coven, torn apart and left for dead.

It was really putting a damper on this whole conversation.

“I used to live here actually, a while ago, and now I’m moving back. I actually enrolled when I got here, but it's been a little difficult getting used to being back” you shrugged, not totally lying this time.

Being around this many people, any number of whom could have walked in on you that day instead of Stiles, was hard to wrap your head around. You were so used to being alone; travelling alone, living alone.

You were always alone.

...But you had to do something, and if you wanted to stick around here for a little while, you knew that you had to build a life for yourself.

“She’s gonna stay with me for a little bit while her folks get settled” he allowed, hoping that at some point, the intense line of questioning would come to an end. Even if you were just a girl he was seeing like they believed, this was a bit much.

He’d never had this many questions for someone Scott was dating.

Though, Stiles knew that it was just his friend's curiosity that was driving him. There is no malicious intent or suspicion behind it, that you would likely want to read into it later when it was just the two of you alone.

This was just how Scott was sometimes.

“Well, it’s good you two have each other then”

You expected more, more questions or pointed looks in your direction but the group seemed content with the backstory they had been given, at least for now. The more direct questions he had, Scott was just going to ask Stiles when they were alone.

It would be easier that way, so that he didn’t make you super uncomfortable.

There was definitely still something about the relationship you two shared that Scott didn’t fully understand but eventually, he came to the same conclusion that Lydia had. It was clear that the two of you liked each other, and for now, that was good enough for him.

It had to be.

After all, he had no reason to assume there was something wrong with you. You had only just met and deciding things like that took time.

“They hate me” you decided, plopping down on Stiles’ bed as if you owned it. On the outside, your meeting them had gone fine but you just had this bad feeling about it. You hadn’t sold it hard enough, or maybe you had sold it too hard.

In any case, it seemed clear to you that they were never going to like you. Just the way Scott looked at you told you everything you needed to know.

They didn’t trust you, and they never would

You were an idiot to think that you would just be accepted here, like you belonged.

“What are you talking about? They loved you. You were great” he hummed, really not seeing where this was coming from. His friends had no reason not to like you, just like his dad was going to have no reason not to like you.

This was all going to be just fine.

All you had to do was trust him.

“I’m not supposed to have to do any of this. I’ve lived lifetimes, and never had to worry about something so trivial” you grumbled, your voice muffled by the pillows and blankets of his bed, which you were still face down on.

You didn’t want to do this, to pretend to be something you weren’t just so that you could live here but now that you were potentially in danger, you had to.

You had to keep this up until Stiles found a way to tell Scott what you really were and even after he did, there was a chance it wouldn't go well and you'd still have to leave. There was just too much that was up in the air for you to relax.

This wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Still, before Stiles could really get a chance to comfort you over the whole thing, your attention snapped up at the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. This time, it wasn’t accompanied by the terrible stench of dog, which meant it wasn’t Scott.

Sheriff Stilinski must have been home.

“Okay, this dinner is going to be a lot easier than at school. You just have to let me handle it” Stiles prompted, sure that you would be able to handle that much. If you could sit at a table full of werewolves, his dad wasn’t going to be a problem.

In fact, he had every confidence that tonight was going to go perfectly because Noah was so easy going.

Stiles was a good kid, he did as he was told and never got into too much trouble, if you didn’t count all the supernatural business. If the most he needed to do was have a girl stay at the house for a while, he doubted his dad would mind.

It wasn’t like he was home too often anyway.

You nodded, not bothering to tell him that you were pretty sure you’d decided to just let him handle everything from now on and stood up, doing your best to keep calm. Though, as it seemed to be doing a lot lately, something went wrong.

You couldn’t have dinner with his dad.

Not only did you not eat, and wouldn’t be eating but as far as food was concerned, you were also starving. You didn’t have to feed super often but with all this stress lately, your system had just blown through the little bit of blood you’d had yesterday.

If you didn’t get something in you soon, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Um, Stiles? Did you say dinner?” you clarified, though your comment served more as another gentle reminder that you weren't’ like he was. The male seemed to keep forgetting that you weren’t human like him, and that you couldn’t do the same things.

You had other things you needed to attend to, like the hunger gnawing at your system as you spoke.

“Oh, yeah-okay, change of plans. I’m going to have dinner with my dad and you’re going to stay here and lay low” he suggested, not really liking the idea of leaving you out. However, that was quickly remedied by the fact that you wouldn't have wanted to partake anyway.

As much as you had enjoyed a nice hot meal when you were human, you weren’t anymore and you preferred to get your meals from a different source.

“That sounds great, but what am I supposed to do about my dinner?” you asked, trying to be subtle about what you were going to have to do. There were some things about harboring a vampire in your home that weren’t pretty, and this was one of them.

...but as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t just starve so that he would be more comfortable.

He had to figure something out, or else you would have a repeat of the event that got you here in the first place, and you were pretty sure he didn’t want to deal with that again. You got blood everywhere when you did that.

Besides, keeping you fed was in his best interest, considering you live in very close quarters with him now.

“I’ll take care of it” he promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead and heading out before he could even think about what it was that he’d done. His glaring feelings for you could wait, because he had something much more important to take care of first.

Thankfully, Stiles did have an idea.

If his best friend didn't ask too many questions, there was a way that he could get some blood for you without having to hurt, or even involve, another person. He just had to hope that Scott was willing to help him.

It was really a long shot, at this point.

“Hey Scott, buddy. When you get this message, I need a favor” he prompted, speaking as plainly as he could into his phone and leaving a voicemail for Scott that he could only hope the other male would get and be able to be cool about.

After all, what he was asking wasn’t exactly a normal thing best friends asked of each other, even when one of them was a werewolf.

It was definitely going to come with a few questions.

Stiles just had to hope that would be lucky enough to be able to lie his way out of those. He had been doing that an awful lot lately, but in his defense, he had a promise to keep.

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