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Begin Again, part two

with Mathew Barzal

a/n: in honor of @kerwritesthings’ birthday (that’s right, go wish her a happy one if you haven’t already!)… Hayden and Mat are back! part one was one of the earlier pieces I wrote, and it was a combo of a reader/oc, which I don’t really like to use in my writing now, but I’m sticking with it for consistency’s sake. title is based on T Swift's song, which I obviously don't own and all that stuff.

warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, nothing graphic

word count: 5.3K+

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“Hayden!” you heard from across the Coliseum concourse, just moments after you’d stepped through the doors of the main entrance. A stunning platinum blonde with a dazzling smile quickly approached, waving excitedly. Your first instinct was to look over your shoulder to try and determine who the woman was speaking to, since you didn’t recognize her, but she had called your name.

Instead, you forced a small smile and tentatively stepped toward her. As soon as she was within arm’s reach, she gathered you into a tight hug.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger!” she exclaimed, then stepped back and fanned a hand across her chest. You couldn’t help but notice the rock on her left ring finger, not to mention her perfectly manicured nails and pristine blue silk Islanders jacket, paired with a white t-shirt, black jeans, and snakeskin boots. “I’m Sydney, but you can call me Syd. It’s Sydney Esiason Martin, actually. I’m Matt Martin’s wife, but all the guys just call him Marty,” she explained, her hands gesturing animatedly all the while.

It was all coming together in your brain now, that Mat must have arranged for Sydney to be on the lookout for you, and you nodded slowly, your smile growing.

“I’m Hayden,” you offered, but of course, she already knew that, you thought as you mentally kicked yourself. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, and Marty, too.”

Sydney beamed, her eyes glittering. “Yeah, you, too!” she said. “It isn’t often Barzy brings a girl around the group. Well, honestly… it isn’t ever, actually,” she said with a lighthearted giggle. “You must be pretty special.”

You breathed a chuckle and swiped your tongue along your bottom lip, lost for words.

Sydney must have sensed your unease, because after a beat, she gave your upper arm a light squeeze and nodded her head toward the escalators leading to the suite level.

“C’mon, I’ll show ya where we’re sitting,” she said. “I’m starving. I think I want a pretzel with cheese. Are you hungry? They have the most incredible nachos up there, just wait…”

And as Sydney rambled on about the delicacies to be found in the family suite, your anxieties about meeting the people there suddenly shrunk, and you found yourself thinking that you were going to like this “Syd.”

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The game was a blowout.

New York beat Ottawa 6-1, and Mat had a goal and three assists, not to mention the night’s second star. You had held your own in the family box, and Sydney had been the perfect guide — introducing you to the kindest of the guys’ partners and avoiding the ones that side-eyed you standoffishly, whispering in your ear that so-and-so had dated two NHLers in the past, and so-and-so and her boyfriend were constantly on and off, and that Syd didn’t expect them to be around for long, so don’t worry about them. You mostly spent the evening nodding along politely to various conversations, giggling at Sydney’s over-the-top antics, and making small talk with some of the veterans’ wives. They all seemed relieved to know that you were familiar with the hockey world and, therefore, had at least a hint of what you were (potentially) getting yourself into.

But one thing you hadn’t expected? When Syd turned to you a few minutes after the game ended and said, “Oh! Matt just texted me. He said Barzy wants me to bring you downstairs.”

You swallowed your last sip of beer, hard.

“Downstairs?” you asked softly after a long pause.

“Uh huh!” Sydney nodded emphatically, tucking her phone into her Louis Vuitton bag and patting your knee. “He probably wants to introduce you to some of the boys. Don’t worry,” she said with a nonchalant wave of her hand, doing her best to calm your nerves.

You nodded slowly and reached for your own, much less expensive, bag. “O-okay.”

Ten minutes later, you were in the depths of the Coliseum in a lounge across from the locker room, Sydney chatting away about how when playoffs start, you’ll have to join her and the other girls for tailgating in the parking lot before the game, because it’s such a blast, and it’s a lot easier to watch your significant other knock the shit out of someone (or get the shit knocked out of him) when you’re tipsy. You stayed noncommittal, all the while questioning in your mind whether Mat would even want you around once playoffs started.

But you didn’t have long to dwell on that, because a moment later, the locker room door swung open, and two tall, broad, light brown-haired men stepped through it, Mat close on their heels. You could have sworn you heard him sharply whisper “please don’t embarrass me” before they crossed the hallway, but then again, maybe that was just in your head, because immediately after, Mat gave you a huge smile and stepped forward to pull you in for a hug.

“Hey!” he greeted warmly, then completely caught you off guard by pecking your lips, right there in front of half a dozen of his teammates and their partners.

You touched your fingertips to your lips, feeling them buzzing at the unexpected contact. You recovered as quickly as you could and smiled back at him, lost in the way he looked in his sharp grey suit and in how he smelled fresh out of the shower.

“Hi,” you said quietly.

And just as you studied Mat’s appearance, he was studying yours — taking in your royal blue blazer, the way your light-wash jeans hugged your curves perfectly, and, of course, admiring the Manolo Blahniks you’d scrimped and saved for two years to purchase.

“Nice shoes,” Mat commented, winking flirtatiously. You giggled, his words echoing the very first he had ever spoken to you back in the coffee shop. “Seriously, though, you look beautiful, Hayden,” he added.

Your cheeks warmed, and you tucked your hair behind your ear as you glanced down at your feet.

“Thanks, Maty,” you said quietly. “You look great, too.”

With an appreciative nod, he pressed his hand to your lower back and guided you nearer to the men accompanying him, who had already greeted their significant others — Syd kissing Matt, and Grace, you remembered, hugging her husband, whose name you couldn’t quite recall.

“Well, Hayd, you know Syd and Grace now, but I want to introduce you to their husbands, Marty and Anders,” Mat said, motioning toward them. “Anders is our captain, and Marty’s like my team dad.”

You giggled at that, glancing up at Mat fondly before focusing back on his teammates and extending your arm.

“It’s so nice to meet you both,” you said, shaking their hands.

“You, too,” Anders said. “I’m glad you came out tonight.”

“Yeah, Barzy won’t shut up about you, and now we see what all the fuss is about,” Marty said, laughing at his own joke as Sydney poked him in the ribs playfully.

“What’s this about Barzy not shutting up?” you heard from behind the wall of well-dressed men in front of you, before an icy blue-eyed man stepped forward. Mat rolled his eyes.

“And this is Tito,” Mat said, waving his arm toward the man you knew to be his close friend. “Don’t let him fool you — he doesn’t ever shut up, either.”

Tito smirked at that and held out his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hayden,” he said kindly. “You’ll have to come back — you must’ve been our good luck charm tonight.”

You shook your head shyly. “No, no, I can’t take the credit,” you insisted. “That was all you guys. But yes, it’s so nice to meet you, too, Tito.”

Tito smiled, looking between you and Mat, and before Tito could offer a response, Mat spoke into your ear.

“I got us a reservation at this place nearby,” he said, his low tone making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “I don’t wanna rush you, but we should probably get going. Besides, hopefully this is far from the last opportunity you’ll have to hear my friends chirp me.”

You smiled up at Mat, admiring the way his still-damp hair fell perfectly around his sculpted face, and nodded.

“Sure, let’s go,” you told him.

_____

“Okay, favoriiite... NFL team.”

“Seahawks," Mat answered. "Since Seattle’s not far from Coquitlam, you know?”

You nodded. “Plus Russell Wilson and Ciara are everything.”

“Everything,” he agreed dramatically, knocking his knuckles on the table for emphasis. “What about you?”

“Oh, Pats all the way,” you proclaimed, sitting back in your chair. “The day Brady signed with the Bucs was top five worst days of my life,” you added emphatically.

Mat clucked his tongue. “Awww, poor baby,” he said teasingly, throwing you a wink. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, okay, your turn. Next question,” you said, reaching across the table for his hand, tracing the veins there with your fingertips as Mat beamed at you, unable to think immediately of another inquiry as he was too distracted by your soothing touch.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Alright, uh,” he began. “How about... oh, what was your favorite movie as a kid?”

A faraway smile spread slowly across your lips as you looked just past Mat, recalling laying on the floor of your den back in Maine, Nick by your side as you watched the same VHS tape over and over again.

“You’ve probably never heard of it,” you started, shaking your head. “But, uh, it was called Brave Little Toaster.”

Mat stilled.

“Shut up,” he deadpanned.

Your brows pulled together, puzzled. “What?”

Mat chuckled in disbelief. “Brave Little Toaster was my favorite movie as a kid.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re lying,” you accused.

Mat put up his hands in innocence.

“Swear!” he insisted. “You can call my sister right now. We watched it every day for years.”

You could only grin stupidly. “Us, too,” you told him. “Sequels weren’t that good, though,” you added, taking a sip of your wine.

Mat nodded, looking pleased with that assessment, and thought not for the first time that night about how easy this all felt with you. How right. From the simplest thing to the most important.

“No, no, they were trash,” he laughed. “Brave Little Toaster Goes to Mars, and, uh... shit, what was the other one… uh, Brave Little Toaster…”

“To The Rescue,” you finished, Mat echoing the last word before you both fell into a fit of giggles.

“I cannot believe we have this much in common, Maty,” you said when you finally caught your breath.

“Yeah, pretty crazy, right?” Mat said. You nodded as he reached for his gin and tonic. “Feels like I’ve met my other half,” he said.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to hide your shy smile, dropping your gaze to your lap. From across the table, Mat squeezed your hand. Then, a voice piped up from behind you.

“I hate to interrupt…”

You turned in your seat to find the maître d' leaning toward you, an apologetic look in his eyes.

“We’re going to be closing, so I just wanted to ask—”

“Oh, god, did we close the place down?!” you asked apprehensively, glancing around the room to discover that, indeed, you and Mat were the last two in the room.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Mat said, flustered. “I didn't even realize. We’ll get out of your hair. I’m so sorry, sir. Really.”

The man shook his head in understanding and left the table as the waiter approached with the bill.

Suddenly, your stomach dropped. You couldn’t even fathom how much two steak dinners and drinks for the both of you would cost at a place like this. You felt guilty for agreeing to come here instead of suggesting something less extravagant, and you braced yourself as you waited for Mat to make some noise of disgust at the number on the check, just like you’d been used to at the end of date nights for so long.

But, it never came. Mat simply tucked a few bills into the fold, and looked back up at you with a smile and a contented sigh.

“You ready?” he asked easily.

You nodded. “I’m ready for anything with you.”

Mat jutted out his chin proudly and came around to pull out your chair. With his hand gently resting on the small of your back, he guided you to the valet station in front of the restaurant while you waited for his car to be brought around. All the while, Mat felt his heart thudding against his ribcage as he contemplated his next move.

Unaware of his internal struggle, you turned to him with a smirk as you awaited the car’s arrival, and you slipped your hands into his jacket pockets as you leaned into his chest.

“My hands are cold,” you explained simply, while Mat nodded, thinking that there was no better feeling than you reaching out for him. He only wanted to be near to you, ever, always, which brought him to finally posing his long anticipated inquiry.

“Hey, uh…” Mat began, clearing his throat nervously. “I was thinkin’, maybe you’d wanna come over to my place, like, maybe for the night? Honestly I just… I just wanna spend as much time with you as I can, especially since we’ve got another roadie coming up. And I’d love to just curl up on the couch with you, maybe watch a movie—“

“Yes,” you answered softly, but firmly. You had never been more certain that yes, you wanted to go home with this person. Right now.

Mat was caught off guard by your confident answer, and he smiled down at you in disbelief.

“You sure?” he asked. “There’s no pressure, Hayd. I know this is moving fast and all.”

You nodded. “It is,” you concurred. “But it feels… good. It feels right. And I wanna come home with you, Maty.”

Mat grinned from ear to ear and grasped your face with both his hands, kissing you deeply just as his car pulled up to the curb. He took your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Let’s go then.”

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You did spend the night at Mat's that night, and the next night, and the one after that. But the one after that, Mat wasn’t around, and was instead in Raleigh for the first half of a two-game road trip. So, you were surprised when, while you were watching the game, you heard your doorbell ring. Frowning, you jogged to your door and hit the intercom.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, Miss Parker?”

“This is she.”

“Got a delivery for you. Says it’s from an ‘M. Barzal’?”

You smirked, tucking your chin to your chest.

“I’ll be right down.”

Seconds later, you were bounding down the stairs to meet the delivery person, who stood on your building’s front steps holding a stout bouquet of full, white peonies. You thanked them as you took the bouquet in your hands, staring down at it wistfully as you closed the door behind you. Not bothering to wait until you were back in your apartment to read the note, you pulled the card from the envelope tucked within the bouquet.

Hayd,

Pretty flowers for my pretty girl. Be home soon. Don’t forget about me.

_____

“Baby sis!”

You heard your brother’s booming voice on the other end of the line three days later, sounding a bit distant. By that and the sound of papers shuffling, you knew he had you on speaker at his office. “What’s up, Hayd?”

You smiled at his eternally effervescent tone.

“Hi, Nicky,” you greeted. “Oh, nothing much.” Lie. “Just wanted to give you a call and check in.”

“Aww, I’m flattered,” Nick replied. “But you know that I know you better than anybody else, right? I can tell by your voice that you’ve got something to say. What’s goin’ on? Lay it on me.”

You bit your bottom lip. Damn him. Even all the way from Boston, he could still read you like a book. You couldn’t help the girlish giggle that escaped you as you admitted, “Okay, okay. I wanted to tell you that I, uh... I met somebody.”

You could practically hear his eyebrows shoot up over the phone.

“Really?” Nick drawled, lengthening both syllables dramatically. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, but still, you beamed.

“Really,” you confirmed. “Somebody you’d, uh... somebody you’d actually probably recognize.”

“What do you mean? You cop yourself an attorney or what?”

“No,” you responded, fussing with the frayed hem of your cropped sweater. “No, not quite—“

“What, a Yankee then?”

Your eyes widened at his surprisingly accurate interruption. He was more on the nose than he knew.

“Well... not a Yankee, but...”

“Shut up,” he cut you off once more. “A Met? A Jet?”

You bit at the skin around your polished plum fingernails before you spat out, “An Islander.”

Silence. Then, a bellow.

“What?!”

That was Nick. Ever the thespian.

“It’s Mat Barzal, Nicky,” you answered matter-of-factly. “Like something out of a goddamn rom-com, I met him in a coffee shop about a month ago, and we’re… we’re dating. He’s my boyfriend.” You uttered the last words of your statement with an astonished laugh. It still seemed too good to be true just in your own head — telling someone else made you sound certifiably crazy, even to your own ears.

“I- … how... Jesus! What?!” Nick sputtered. “Hayden! What the fuck! Well, ‘m happy for you, but I’m just… I think I’m in shock right now.”

You groaned with a pained chuckle.

“I know. I’ve been in shock this entire time,” you concurred. “But Mat, he’s… he’s amazing. It sounds so cliché, but he’s just such a normal guy. He’s super polite, funny, thoughtful—“

“Plus he’s an absolute man rocket,” Nick added enthusiastically.

You put a hand to your forehead, rolling your eyes once more.

“Spoken like a true former hockey player,” you commented.

Quickly moving on from your remark, Nick asked, “So, when do Annie and I get to meet him? Seen him on the ice for years but I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my baby sis.”

You smiled warmly at his often-used term of endearment and replied, “Well, yeah. That’s kinda the main reason I wanted to talk to you. He plays the B’s next weekend, on Sunday, at the Garden. The game’s at 1, I think, so… uh… he got us tickets — three tickets. He wants me and you and Annie to go to the game and then he wants us all to go out together—“

“Done,” your brother spoke up firmly before you could even finish. You beamed at his confirmation, despite the fact that he had interrupted you for what felt like the hundredth time in your three-minute call.

“Really?” you asked, scrunching your nose tentatively. “I know you guys are really busy, especially with wedding planning and stuff, and I’d totally understand—“

“Hayden, stop,” Nick spoke sternly. “Seriously. It’s no problem. Sundays are good for us. Besides, even if I did have plans, I’d cancel them for this. Meeting my sister’s new boyfriend is a big deal.”

Absentmindedly, you nodded, though he couldn’t see it.

“Well, thank you, Nicky. It means a lot. I’ll let Mat know you can make it. He’ll be so excited,” you told your brother happily.

“Awesome,” Nick replied warmly. “So what about Mom and Dad? They haven’t met the kid yet, have they?”

You snorted. “Nicky, you’re only two years older than him,” you pointed out. “You can’t call him a kid.”

“Sure I can!” he insisted. “He’s dating my kid sister — that makes him a kid to me.”

You sighed, amused.

“Whatever. But no, they have not met him yet,” you said. “That’ll happen soon enough, you know? I mean, you know how Dad can be — he can come off as kinda gruff, even though you and I know he’s a teddy bear. And Mom, she’s just gonna fall in love with him, and I’m not ready for that just yet.” You chuckled as you heard Nick offer a hum of understanding on the other end of the phone. “Besides, he has a lot of respect for you, and you guys have a lot in common. I just think it would be great for the two of you to meet first,” you said.

“What do you mean he has a lot of respect for me?” Nick asked, sounding puzzled.

One of your brows quirked of its own accord and a smirk stretched across your lips. You’d unwittingly skipped over the best part — the best part for Nick, anyway.

“Oh, I didn’t mention that?” you asked smugly. “He remembered you. The first day we met, I told him my brother played in the Q, he asked my last name… and immediately, he remembered you.”

You heard Nick suck in a breath. “You can’t tell me shit like this, sis,” he said. “Annie always says my ego is already too big as it is, and you just inflated it even more.”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, amused by his declaration.

“Well, that’s facts,” you replied. “He remembered the injury, but most of all, he remembered how good you were. He was really glad to hear you’re doing well now.”

“Marry him, or I will,” Nick deadpanned. You could tell he was trying to use humor to mask any emotions your statement had stirred up.

“Oh, Annie would love to hear you say that,” you scoffed, then you glanced at the clock above you. “Listen, I gotta get to the Coli, but I’ll—“

“Oh, my god, my name is Hayden, and my boyfriend is an Islanderrr! I have to get to the Coli to watch him playyy!” your brother mimicked ruthlessly.

You growled at Nick’s playful mocking of you and spat, “Hey, you want these B’s-Isles tickets next weekend or not?”

Immediately, Nick shaped up.

“Just kidding, my darling baby sister! I’ll let you go, and I’ll see you next weekend,” he said.

“Deal. I’ll call you once Mat and I go over the details and stuff,” you promised.

“Sounds good. I’ll talk to ya then. Hey — one more thing,” Nick said hurriedly.

“What’s that?” you inquired as you swung your handbag over your shoulder and grabbed your jacket from the hook in your entryway.

“Are you happy?” Nick asked, his voice more solemn than it had been throughout your entire conversation — more solemn than it almost ever was. Your lips stretched into a slow grin.

“Honestly, Nicky…” you began, a dreamy sigh leaving you as you paused pulling on your jacket. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m super happy.”

You could hear Nick smiling as he replied, “Good. I can tell. You deserve it, Hayd.”

“Thanks,” you answered softly. “It feels really good.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Nick retorted knowingly. You hummed in agreement and he added, “Alright, I’ll talk to you later. I love you, baby sis.”

“I love you, too, brother,” you replied. “Bye.”

You tapped the red button on your screen to end the call and slipped your jacket the rest of the way over your shoulders as you headed for the door. Just as you reached for the knob, your phone dinged with a text alert.

MB 😍: See you after the game, beautiful. Sushi and sleepover at my place tonight? Up to you. Just let me know 😘

You felt your cheeks warm as a smile stretched across your face, grinning like an idiot at your phone as you had every day for the last month — not that you cared. In fact, it was a welcome change from the sighs and eye rolls you used to emit when reading texts from your last significant other. You felt grateful for this new beginning, this flood of long-dormant feelings you didn’t know you’d ever feel again.

Your fingers flew easily across the keyboard as you typed your response: Sounds perfect. Count me in. Good luck, baby 💋

Within seconds, as you pulled the door closed and headed for the parking garage, his reply lit up your screen.

MB 😍: 🥰

Yeah, you couldn’t have said it better yourself.

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The next weekend after dinner, Nick stood with his arm wrapped around Annie’s shoulders, waving goodbye as he watched you and Mat turn and walk down the sidewalk in front of the restaurant hand in hand. Annie squeezed Nick’s waist as he sighed.

“What’s the matter?” Annie asked with a soft smile.

Nick shook his head.

“Nothin’,” he said. “Absolutely nothing is the matter. That kid is… I mean, he’s somethin’ else, huh?”

Annie chuckled thoughtfully.

“He really is,” she agreed. “I’ve known your sister since she was a kid, and I’ve never seen her so giddy as she was today with him.”

“Yeah, me either,” Nick said, his voice sounding far away. “I feel like… I dunno, I feel like this might be the real thing. I know it sounds crazy to say that already.”

Annie grinned, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I don’t think it’s crazy,” she said. “I think they’re really in love.”

Nick breathed a laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “Who woulda thought? My sister and an Islander. Shit.”

_____

“Don’t freak out,” Mat spoke, an anxious smirk on his face as his eyes glimmered.

“Maty!” you whined. “You’re scaring me. What the hell is it?” you asked, your eyes landing once more on the white box tied with a blue satin ribbon.

“Just open it,” Mat instructed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as you studied him cautiously.

You shook your head, wondering what on earth he was up to, but pulled the ribbon to loosen the bow nonetheless. You pulled the top of the box off and peeled away the tissue paper beneath to reveal a denim jacket, the name “BARZAL” and the number 13 embroidered in blue and orange on the back, along with an Isles logo, a blue heart, and plenty of gemstones.

You silently looked toward Mat, who gazed at you expectantly.

“It’s a WAG jacket,” he explained. “You’ve probably seen some of the girls wear them to games.”

You nodded slowly, unable to think of even a single-word response. You knew what it was. You just couldn’t believe it was yours.

You looked back down to the jacket, then finally back at Mat. He moved from his seat on the couch to sit beside you on the loveseat, taking your hand.

“Listen, I know it’s still really early on, but, I… it just felt like a no brainer to me, Hayd,” he said, his words rushed. “You totally don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to — there’s no pressure. But with the playoffs coming up, Syd asked me if I wanted to have one made for you, and I said I did. I didn’t know if I should clear it with you first, but I wanted to surprise you with it, so I—”

“You… you want me to wear this to games?” you interrupted, your brows furrowed.

Mat’s own face contorted with confusion.

“Y-yeah… yeah, of course I do, baby,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend. And I want people to know it.”

You tried to hide your unsureness under a tight smile as you ran your fingers along the decals adorning the jacket, trailing your touch down the seams. You weren’t sure if you would ever get used to being someone that your significant other was proud of and wanted to show off to the world. Past that, you couldn’t believe that Mat had purchased this for you on his own, with no strings attached — just by looking at the custom item, you knew it had been far from cheap. Every day, Mat made you feel like the most special person in the world, and sometimes you weren’t sure why he bothered, or why he’d chosen you when he could have literally anyone else.

But instead of voicing what your insecurities and your past traumas were screaming at you, you simply decided to take Mat at his word — something you’d been working hard on since the start of this relationship. You flashed a million dollar smile and threw your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, Maty,” you whispered into his ear. You felt his arms tighten around you, his hands gently caressing your back. “This means so much to me.”

Mat smiled over your shoulder and kissed your temple.

“It means everything that you wanna wear it,” he told you, pulling back. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”

You beamed and glanced back down at the garment.

“You want me to try it on?” you asked excitedly, like a little kid just home from a back-to-school shopping spree.

Mat nodded, smiling. “I would love for you to try it on,” he assured.

You wasted no time pulling the jacket from the box and lifting it up. You put one arm into the first sleeve, and Mat guided the other arm after it. Upon closer inspection, you could see your own name embroidered into the wrist of the left sleeve, along with a date in matching script on the other sleeve.

“What’s this?” you asked, smoothing your finger along the thread as you held out your arm to Mat.

The corners of his lips ticked upward into a smile. “The day we met,” he said simply.

You met his eyes and immediately leaned in, grasping his face in one hand as you kissed him, overwhelmed by his constant thoughtfulness.

“Thank you,” you repeated, and Mat only nodded. He took your hands and squeezed.

“Stand up, show me,” he insisted.

You giggled and obliged, doing a little spin with your arms outstretched as Mat laughed.

“Wow, baby, it looks great on you,” he said, in awe. “I absolutely love it. Do you like it?”

You nodded, biting at your bottom lip.

“It’s perfect,” you said, smoothing your hands along the fabric. “I’m definitely wearing it to the next game.”

Mathew nodded, pleased to hear your declaration, and crooked his finger, inviting you closer. You stepped forward, rested your knees on the couch on either side of his lap, and looped your arms around his neck. Mathew began to peck at your lips, jaw, and neck playfully.

“You look,” kiss, “so good,” kiss, “with my name,” kiss, “on your back,” kiss, followed by a mischievous squeeze to your butt.

You felt heat rise from your chest, up your neck, to your face, and you leaned back to rid yourself of the jacket and carefully toss it onto the back of the couch, causing Mat to pout his lips.

You shook your head, placing your index finger to his pucker.

“For what I have planned to say thank you, I’m not gonna wanna be wearing anything nice,” you told him, removing your finger to kiss his lips.

Mat raised his eyebrows and hummed his approval.

“How about not wearing anything at all?” he asked, cockiness in his tone as he tugged at your t-shirt. Following his cues, you removed it from your body and tossed it onto the floor.

“Whatever you say, Barzal,” you said, though Mat was too focused on your lacy bra to think of a response.

Instead, he hoisted you over his shoulder as you squealed with laughter, hauling you to the bedroom and leaving the denim jacket to be worn another day.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH23

There’s a lot happening in this chapter XD Poor Eliott. I have a surprise for everyone next chapter. I hope you’re all ready for it! See you next Friday!

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Chapter 23: Break Free

“Help!”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Marinette clutched her purse. “Is there an akuma?”

“Worse,” Eliott moaned. “Lisette asked me on a date, and I kind of accidentally said yes.”

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief and rolled her eyes. “Eliott, that’s not an emergency.”

“Yeah, don’t scare me like that!” Macy swatted his arm.

“Sorry.” Eliott winced.

“So, why is having a date with Lisette a bad thing? I thought you liked her,” Martin said.

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to go out with her!” Eliott replied.

“I’m confused.” Martin turned to Macy, who sighed.

“Eliott is the most flirtatious person in school, but he malfunctions when people flirt back.” She explained.

Eliott collapsed onto the couch with a groan, burying his face in his hands. “What am I gonna do?”

“You can always back out if you don’t want to go.” Marinette suggested while preparing the tea.

“That’s just it. I do want to go.” Eliott sighed. “I like Lisette—more than I thought I would. She’s smart and funny and down-to-earth. I’ve just never been on a date before.”

Marinette carried a tray over and set it on the coffee table, plopping down beside him. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. Lisette is nice.”

“What are you two going to do?” Martin asked.

“We’re going to a movie.”

“Eli, that’s the easiest date ever. You just sit in silence for two hours,” Macy said pointedly.

“But what if I spill my drink in my lap? Or in her lap? Or what if I trip over my shoelaces or start sweating really badly-” Eliott was spiraling faster than Marinette usually did with Adrien.

“Eliott, none of those things are going to happen. Just relax, and you’ll be fine.” When Eliott remained quiet, Marinette placed a hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re scared, but I talked to Lisette at her party a few weeks ago. She’s really sweet, and I can tell she really likes you.”

“I guess…” Eliott sighed.

“You’re the smoothest guy I know. Girls at school actually swoon when you walk by.” Macy took a seat on his other side. “Marinette is right. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m just so nervous. I really like Lisette, and I don’t want to screw anything up.” He lowered his gaze to his lap, and Macy pursed her lips.

“Tell you what, why don’t we turn it into a group date? I’ll take Martin, and Marinette can ask Adrien. That way we’ll all be there for you if you start to get nervous.” Macy suggested.

“Marinette can ask who?” Heat spread rapidly across her cheeks. Things with Adrien were certainly escalating, but Marinette wasn’t sure she was confident enough to make the first move!

“Oh, don’t you start!” Macy giggled. “Looks like Martin and I are going to be supporting both of you nervous Nancys.”

Martin’s cheeks darkened three shades, but he didn’t protest. Eliott wasn’t the only one panicking now. How did this happen?

“I don’t want to drag you guys into this if you don’t want to,” Eliott said.

Marinette eyed him with pursed lips. It wasn’t that long ago that her old friends were helping her plot scheme-after-scheme to win Adrien over. When she’d been afraid, they had her back. Even if they were gone now, Marinette could still extend the same support to her new friends. Besides, Adrien might finally be able to kiss her—that would be a dream!

Taking a deep breath, Marinette offered Eliott a smile.

“We’re your friends. We’ve got your back,” she said.

“Thanks, Marinette. Sorry I crashed your celebration.” Eliott flicked his gaze down to the macarons on the tray.

Marinette pulled him in for a tight hug, and Macy and Martin joined in. Eliott relaxed in their arms. The past few months had been a rollercoaster for better and worse. Marinette had lost friends, gained friends, been presented with opportunities she only ever dreamed of. With Adrien closer to her than ever, she was finally starting to feel at ease, and although Lila’s threats still loomed over her, they were drifting further away. Marinette was burying her past more than ever, and soon enough, she was going to break free.

♪♫♪ New Romantics ♪♫♪

“Evening, m’lady. How is the prettiest girl in the world?” Adrien grinned when she answered his video call.

Marinette leaned back in her desk chair, her knitting abandoned in her lap much like Adrien’s Chinese notecards were in his. It had been a few days since Eliott’s meltdown, and she still hadn’t asked Adrien to be her date. Time was running out, but how could she ask the cutest boy in the world on a date when he said things that made her so flustered? Adrien had gotten bolder with his compliments, even slipping in the occasional pet name, and it made her brain all floaty. Although, this one was her least favorite...

“She’s fine, but are you really going to call me that?”

“What’s wrong with m’lady? You don’t like it?” His perfect eyebrows knitted together.

“It’s…okay. I just think other names are cuter,” she said.

What was it with blond boys calling her m’lady? She finally got Chat Noir to stop calling her that, she didn’t need Adrien to start now.

“Well, what would you prefer I call you?” he asked, those green eyes hooding in a way that made her heart skip. Why did he have to be so gorgeous?

“You can call me whatever you want. Just not m’lady.” She crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks burning.

“Hmm.” Adrien studied her. “Well, I could call you my incredibly beautiful, angelic, and talented goddess, but that’s a little long.”

“Only a little.” She giggled.

He tapped his chin. “How about my radiant queen? My sweet macaron? Mon ange?”

Marinette’s head was spinning. She had hoped to get over her nerves when she and Adrien started dating, but as it turned out, she wasn’t prepared for all the attention at all.

Adrien chuckled when she covered her rosy cheeks with her hands, leaning against his fist with a soft smile.

“I suppose I’m getting ahead of myself. I haven’t even taken you on a proper date yet. I need to earn the right to call you those things,” he said.

Now was her chance.

“Um, actually, I wanted to ask you…” She pressed her palms together between her knees to hide how the shook. “See, Eliott has a date this Saturday, and he’s super nervous, so we all promised to make it a group date to support him. I was hoping if you were free that…you could be my date?”

“Okay.”

“I mean, it’s mostly just to support Eliott, so it’s not an actual date-date. Eliott just didn’t want to go alone, and we’re his friends, so we just want to make sure he feels comfortable. N-Not that I wouldn’t go out on a real date with you! I’d love to, if you wanted, and I guess this could count as a real date, but if you wanted to go on a date with just the two of us, that would be fine too. We could always pick a different day, and-”

“I’d love to be your date this weekend,” Adrien said.

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh. Well, then awesome!”

“I’ll beg Nathalie to rearrange my schedule, so I can free up some time.” He promised.

“Kay.” Marinette tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a smile. “I hope you can come. I mean, Eliott really needs us, but also I want to… I’d be really happy if we got to spend time together.”

“Me too.”

“Adrien, I-” Her chest tightened, declarations shooting from her lungs to her lips, but Marinette caught them on her tongue. Out of all of her confession attempts, this time she was sure he’d reciprocate, but it didn’t feel right to say it now. A more cowardly Marinette would have confessed over video call, but she was done hiding behind cards and voice messages. These feelings were her most prized possession, and when she finally shared them with Adrien, she wanted to do it in person.

“Um,” she said. “I guess, I’ll see you Saturday?”

“I’ll do everything I can to be there.” He bit his lip. “See you soon, mon ange.”

“Yeah, see you soon.”

♪♫♪ Into You ♪♫♪

“How do I look?” Eliott asked.

“The same way you did five minutes ago,” Macy said pointedly.

Eliott paced the length of the sidewalk outside the movie theater where Marinette sat with Macy and Martin, tugging at his collar.

“Do I have anything in my tee-”

“Nope.” Macy cut him off.

“Eliott, you look great. No one’s as smooth as you, so just relax.” Marinette meant to be reassuring, but it didn’t pause his pacing.

Marinette leaned back, letting the sun warm her cheeks. Puffy, white clouds feathered the clear blue sky—the perfect weather for a date. She checked her phone again and bit her lip.

Nathalie cleared my afternoon today, so I’ll see you soon, mon ange!

Adrien would be arriving soon too. Their first date! It was finally happening. How many nights had she lied awake dreaming of this day? They’d gotten closer in the last month since she left. It was odd, but maybe it was true when they said absence made the heart grow fonder. Adrien certainly seemed interested in her now, calling her cute nicknames and complimenting her more frequently. She was starting to get used to it, or at least, she didn’t foam at the mouth whenever he flirted now. It was progress, considering she could barely talk to him a few months ago.

“Town car at 3 o’clock. Deep breaths, Eliott,” Macy said. She stood up and brushed the dust from her shorts. “You’re going to be fine. We’re all here for you.”

Marinette and Martin joined them as Lisette’s chauffeur opened her door, and two adorable blonde buns crawled out in a pink dress. Eliott stiffened, and Macy elbowed him. When he didn’t move, Macy rolled her eyes and stepped forward.

“Hey, Lisette. I love your dress,” she said.

“Thanks!” Lisette fluffed her skirt.

“Don’t you think she looks cute, Eliott?” Macy urged.

“Uhh, yeah, it’s fine.” Eliott rubbed the back of his neck.

Two hands pinched Marinette’s sides, and she startled, nearly dropping her phone into the gutter. Skilled hands caught her phone and spun her around without missing a beat, mischievous green eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Boo!”

“Adrien!” She flailed against his chest, and he shifted his weight to steady her. How was he always so graceful? “You scared me!”

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” He chuckled, leaning his forehead against hers. “Forgive me?”

“This time,” Marinette said.

Adrien placed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “It’s good to see you.”

Before Marinette could get too worked up, Macy cleared her throat.

“Okay, looks like everyone is here. Shall we head inside?” She gestured to the theater.

Adrien’s hand brushed hers as they walked, timid and inquisitive. Marinette’s cheeks warmed, and she mustered the courage to slip her hand in his. Adrien twined their fingers, giving her palm an affectionate squeeze.

Another set of hands gripped their shoulders, and Eliott burst between them, shoving them apart.

“So, I was thinking for seating arrangements that we could do guys on one side and girls on the other,” he said.

“Or-” Macy interjected, leaning against the concessions counter- “you could sit by Lisette, and Marinette and I can sit by Adrien and Martin.”

“Another idea: Why don’t I sit between you and Marinette, then Lisette can sit on Marinette’s other side, and Martin and Adrien can sit together?” Eliott countered.

“Actually, I agree with Macy. I want to sit by Marinette.” Adrien took her hand again.

“Tell you what, why don’t Adrien and Marinette sit on the end, then Martin and I can sit next to you and Lisette in the middle.” Macy proposed.

“I think that sounds fair,” Lisette said, flashing Eliott a shy smile.

“Uhh, yeah. That could work, I guess…” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Great!” Macy beamed.

After purchasing their concessions, they made their way to their theater. Adrien held the door open for Marinette with a gentlemanly bow, and she bit back a smile. The theater was sparsely populated, giving them no shortage of seats near each other. Macy led the way to a row in the middle and ensured that everyone abided by the seating arrangements.

Eliott hesitated by his seat, shifting his weight. “Uh, I’m going to run to the bathroom, so I don’t have to get up during the movie.”

“Okay.” Lisette smiled up at him.

“Hurry back.” Macy gave him a stern look as he scurried back up the aisle.

Adrien gathered a few popcorn kernels and tried to catch them in his mouth. Marinette giggled after each failed attempt which only egged him on. When he finally caught one, he bowed theatrically, and she offered him a soft clap. He cast her a playful smirk, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ya know, that was pretty impressive. I’d say I deserve a reward,” he said.

“What kind of reward?” Marinette asked, heart skipping a beat.

“Well, I have one in mind, but a gentleman always asks first.” He leaned in, eyelids hooding. “Will you reward me, mon ange?”

Marinette cupped his jaw in one hand, savoring how it made his breath hitch. Did she make his heart skip too? She’d never considered what physical reactions Adrien had to her. What thoughts kept him up at night?

Tilting her head, she closed her eyes, but before their lips touched, clumsy hands scrambled at their legs. They separated, cheeks hot as Eliott crawled over them to his seat.

“Sorry!” he whispered as the lights dimmed.

Adrien wasn’t deterred by the interruption. As the previews began, he draped an arm around Marinette’s shoulders, and she leaned against his chest. It felt as perfect as she’d always dreamed, but Marinette’s bliss was short-lived when Eliott tripped over Macy into her lap.

“Hey! Sorry, uh, do you guys have any napkins?” he asked.

“No, we didn’t grab any.” Marinette shook her head.

“Okay, I’m just gonna run out and get some.” Eliott climbed over Adrien.

Marinette and Macy exchanged concerned looks. It wasn’t the only time Eliott got up during the movie. First it was napkins, then he wanted the same kind of chocolate Marinette bought. Next, he needed a drink refill, then he needed to go to the bathroom because he chugged all of his refill.

“Where are you going now?” Macy hissed, tugging his shirt the next time he got up.

“Another refill.” He waved his empty cup.

Macy facepalmed.

“Fine. I’ll go.” She snatched the cup away from him and pointed to his seat. “Go. Sit.”

Eliott slumped back to his seat with a pout, and Macy slid up the aisle, grumbling to herself.

“Poor Eliott. He’s so nervous, he can’t even stay in his seat,” Marinette whispered.

“I don’t think he’s sat for longer than five minutes the whole time.” Adrien added.

To prove his point, Eliott moved back up the aisle. Since Macy was gone refilling his drink, Marinette was in charge.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Bathroom.”

“You just went twenty minutes ago,” Marinette said pointedly.

“I drank a lot of soda!” He shot back.

“The movie’s almost over. Can’t you wait?” She glanced at Lisette who was eyeing their exchange with furrowed brows.

“I pee a lot when I’m nervous! Marinette, please don’t make me pee my pants on a date.” Eliott pressed his palms together.

Another patron shushed them, and at Marinette’s permissive sigh, Eliott sprinted from the theater. Lisette sank in her seat, leaning against her fist. Marinette flicked her gaze between Lisette, Adrien, and the exit. She turned to Adrien, an apology on her lips, but he flashed her an understanding smile.

“Go.” He pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. Why did he have to be so perfect?

She rose from her seat and chased after Eliott, her knuckles still tingling. As much as it pained her to leave Adrien, Eliott needed her more. He was curled into a ball outside the theater door when Marinette found him.

“Hey.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”

He peeked up at her with tortured eyes.

“No. I’m totally freaked! I can’t sit still for longer than ten seconds without feeling like I’m gonna throw up. I haven’t been this nervous since my first audition.” He lowered his head with a sigh. “Maybe I’m not cut out for dating.”

“Don’t say that.” Marinette chided. When he buried his face in his knees, she sat beside him. “If it makes you feel any better, I used to be the same way with Adrien. I could barely get two words out around him. My legs would get so jittery and gelatin-like that I could barely walk. I thought for sure he’d think I was insane, but ya know what? He never minded.”

She leaned her head back with a smile. “And now today, he and I almost kissed, and I was totally fine. Which, by the way, you so owe me for interrupting.”

“Sorry.” Eliott sighed. He stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned his head back to mirror Marinette’s position. “I feel like I ruined everything today.”

“There’s still time to save it,” Marinette said, “and you can always try again. I can’t tell you how many times I screwed up with Adrien. If Lisette really is the right person for you, then things will work out. The right people stay by your side, no matter how crazy you look.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He tapped his feet together. “I just really like Lisette, and it freaks me out. I’ve never really felt like this before. It’s all…new.”

“Maybe you should tell her that. I’m sure she’ll understand.” Marinette prompted.

Eliott offered her a smile, standing up and helping her to her feet. He pulled her in for a tight hug, leaning his head against hers. “Thanks, Marinette. I’ll reserve a romantic do-over date for you and Adrien.”

“I just want you to be happy, Eliott. We all do. That’s why we came along today,” Marinette said. “We’re always here for you.”

“I know. I’m really lucky to have friends like you and Macy.” Eliott pulled back with a sigh. “She’s going to kill me later.”

“Or she could do it right now.” Macy pressed the cold cup to his cheek, and Eliott flinched away with a yelp. “I see you got up again.”

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But I think I’m good now. Marinette calmed me down.”

“Good. Let’s go back in and-” Macy’s voice trailed off as people started exiting their theater. “Don’t tell me-”

When Adrien, Martin, and Lisette walked out, Eliott slumped.

“Movie’s over,” Adrien said with a wince.

“That’s okay! Why don’t we all go get ice cream! I looked up Andre’s location while I was standing in line for drinks. He’s not that far from here.” Macy held up her phone.

“I could go for some ice cream.” Adrien glanced at Marinette with a smile.

“Yeah, ice cream sounds great.” Eliott echoed, casting Lisette a shy smile.

When they made it outside, Marinette slipped her hand into Adrien’s, twining their fingers together once more. Eliott was ahead of them chatting with Macy and Martin, so there was no risk of being interrupted. But… If Macy and Martin were with Eliott, where was Lisette?

Marinette stopped in her tracks, dropping Adrien’s hand as she spun around. Lisette hadn’t moved from the curb outside the theater. She picked at loose threads on her skirt, head low. Marinette abandoned Adrien for the second time, and Lisette looked up with a frown as she approached.

“You were wrong,” Lisette said.

“What?”

“About Eliott. I don’t think he likes me at all.” Lisette clarified.

“No! Eliott is just nervous.” Marinette insisted.

“I was nervous too! I kept telling myself that he said yes for a reason, but he’s barely even looked at me all day. I just can’t, Marinette.” Her big brown eyes bubbled with tears as a silver car rolled to a stop in front of them. “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait! Don’t go!” Marinette pleaded. Her head snapped up, eyes widening in horror. “Lisette, look out!”

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rating: teen

warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence

notes: commission for @fanficmakesmehappy based on the prompt: crime au + soulmate au where you see color for the first time when you make eye contact w your soulmate. Stiles is kidnapped by the pack. He's drugged and the first person he sees when he wakes up is derek, and the first thing he notices is that his eyes are green. This complicates things.

The last time Stiles had been this drunk, he’d just graduated high school and Scott had insisted he come out to a ‘real party’.

Of course, that ended up being Lydia Martin’s lake house filled with people he didn’t know and bad tasting alcohol, but Stiles would forever treasure it as a ‘what a bad idea’ memory felt like.

He hadn’t had one of those in a while. Not since he’d gone off to college, leaving Scott and his dad behind, and Scott had all but cut ties with him. Stiles didn’t come back for a few years, his dad moved up in the police ranks, and Stiles eventually graduated with a degree in criminology.

All things considered, he felt like his career path was off to a pretty good start. If he ever did anything with it, that was.

Stiles had a tendency to get sidetracked. But if he was going to do anything with his life, it was follow in his dad’s footsteps and do something involving crime. Because who didn’t love a bit of action in their lives?

That’s where he went wrong.

When he came home that summer, the plan was to surprise his dad and, if he could find him, Scott. Because Stiles hadn’t given up on his childhood best friend. Even if he’d suddenly vanished off the face of the earth and refused to answer Stiles’s calls or texts.

Except, Stiles didn’t get home. He got as far as the crossroad near their house when something hit his car. The thump was so loud, Stiles was sure Roscoe had taken a dent and it had to be a wild animal. Because what the hell else attacked an innocent car in the middle of the night?

Stiles remembered clambering out with a curse on his tongue. But he didn’t get three feet before an unrelenting arm wrapped around his neck, something soft was pressed against his nose, and all Stiles knew was black.

The point was, he thought he was drunk. There was the sound of music in the air, he could hear voices chattering above his head, and Stiles could’ve sworn the floor was moving. He was drunk. He just didn’t remember how it happened.

“I’m telling you,” a female voice hissed. “It’s him. They share similar scents and that was his car. Do you really think anyone else drives around a piece of junk that color and model?”

Stiles blinked a few times. Were they talking about his car? Because Roscoe wasn’t a piece of junk and Stiles would fight anyone who said otherwise. And… color? Stiles didn’t even know what color his jeep was. He always thought it was a sort of murky-grey but then again, everything was. Oh god, what if it was bright pink? He’d always heard bad things about bright pink.

“We’ll let McCall confirm it,” another voice said. Male, this time. “But he’s not going to like this.”

“He can not like whatever he wants to. Derek wanted the spastic idiot and do you really want to be the one telling him we chickened out at the last minute?”

Stiles groaned. He didn’t actually mean to, but the sound burst from his lips as his head pounded like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. He heard the sound of a yelp and then a curse, and something soft was pressed against his face again.

Stiles inhaled sharply before realizing that was a bad idea. His last thought was ‘not drunk’ before he passed out again.

So, Stiles hadn’t had a ‘what a bad idea’ memory in a while, but this was certainly up for the grand prize. Stiles woke up feeling like he’d been ripped apart and put back together again, or maybe run over once or twice by a truck. He smacked his lips together, mouth tasting like cotton, and cracked one eye open.

And squawked, trying to yank backward.

Except he couldn’t, the sound of metal clanged as he realized he was handcuffed to a metal chair. Stiles looked sharply up and his breaths caught as he noticed a figure standing in the shadows across the room. The room— a room— one that was much too small for his liking and empty of anything but a bed and chair.

Stiles tried not to whimper, he really did. But the sound still broke free of his lips and he shied away as the figure stepped forward, fixing his gaze on the floor. Two pairs of boots came into his line of sight. Two pairs of black leather, mud-stained boots, that were almost comically big.

Stiles didn’t think it was a good time to be having such thoughts. But he couldn’t help it.

“Stiles Stilinski,” a male voice said. “I assume?”

Stiles clenched his jaw, glaring at the floor. The boots moved closer.

“Look at me.”

“Fuck off.”

His captor moved uncomfortably close. Stiles took a deep breath and mustered up his best glare, lifting his eyes to meet those of his captor. Except, the second he did, he saw a flash of green and felt like his head was exploding, a startled ‘oh’ leaving his lips.

Because suddenly, he could see everything.

The grey walls of his room, the dark blue of his jeans, the horrible clash of blue and orange on his t-shirt. His captor stumbled back and Stiles could’ve sworn he heard a snarl, but that wouldn’t be right. Regular people didn’t snarl. Not even soulmates— soulmates.

“Oh, shit,” Stiles said. The guy across from him glared like Stiles had just run over his puppy or something.

And oh shit, his captor looked like a Greek God. Of course, he did, Stiles really shouldn’t have expected anything else. His jawline could probably cut diamonds, his shoulders were literally god-like, and his eyes— his eyes were the prettiest color of green Stiles had ever seen.

Something strange left Stiles’s mouth and he was pretty sure it was along the lines of, “Sweet mother Jesus.”

His captor looked murderous, turning on his heel and stamping out of the room. The door slammed behind him and Stiles jolted in his chair, staring at it for a second longer. Then the reality of the situation sunk in and he yanked against the cuffs, a shout rising in his throat.

“Hey, asshole, you can’t just leave me in here! I’m innocent! My t-shirt looks ugly! I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m a growing boy!”

The door suddenly opened again. But instead of his green-eyed captor, a blond-haired woman came in. Stiles stared for a moment, before his mouth fell open.

“Erica Reyes?”

“You remember me?” She said, smirking. Stiles blinked.

“Oh my god, did you… did you help kidnap me? Dude, that’s so messed up!”

“Oh, relax,” Erica said, rolling her eyes. Which were a beautiful color of brown. Stiles wondered what the hell his eyes looked like. “Clearly, it was a bad idea. I don’t think Derek knows how to react to kidnapping his literal soulmate.”

“Derek,” Stiles said. “Wait, his name is Derek? Snarly-growly-green-eyes is named Derek?”

“Hale. Derek Hale.”

“Derek Hale,” Stiles repeated. For a moment, he didn’t know why he recognized that name, but then it hit him like a punch to the gut. “Derek Hale mass-murderer Derek Hale? As in, the one that burned his entire family alive and killed a handful of Beacon Hill’s residents?”

Erica’s smirk faded. Stiles felt sick.

“He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?”

“If you keep talking like that, he will,” Erica said. “Cause he’s innocent.”

“Innocent. Innocent? He just kidnapped me!” Stiles said, yanking against the cuffs again. “Probably for murder!”

Erica’s expression turned pinched. Stiles could’ve sworn her eyes turned gold for a second, except he was definitely just getting used to seeing colors for the first time. Because, he reminded himself, he’d been kidnapped. By his soulmate. Resident murdering psychopath Derek Hale.

Erica studied him for a moment longer before sighing. Sticking out her lower lip, she turned toward the closed door.

“I’m not getting anywhere with him. Would someone send in McCall?”

Stiles’s stomach dropped. McCall? But there was no way. There was no way Scott McCall, his Scott McCall, could be working with a murderer. Scott was a puppy. A literal ball of fluff. He couldn’t hurt a fly even if he wanted to.

Except, when the door opened, it was the boy Stiles had grown up with stepping into the room. Or, it was sort of. Scott’s jaw was sharper, his hair was shorter, and he’d gotten strong. Like, scary-looking strong.

Stiles stared for a moment. Then, Scott moved forward and Stiles tried to pull back. The boy stopped abruptly.

“S-Scott?”

“Hey, man.”

“No way,” Stiles said. “There’s no way you’re here. There’s no way you’re with a murderer. Scott, what the hell happened when I left?”

Scott flinched at that. Erica rolled her eyes and started toward the door, waving a dismissive hand over her head.

“Let me know when you tell him about everything. You know, the Argents, the murders, and the werewolves.”

“The what?”

But she was already gone, the door slamming closed at her back. Stiles looked back at Scott with wide eyes and his previous-best friend was looking at him nervously. Stiles was pretty sure he really was drunk now, or maybe on drugs. Because this couldn’t be right. This wasn’t happening.

“I’d tell you to sit down,” Scott said weakly. “But, uh…”

“Dude. Not fucking funny.”

Between going from graduating college to learning about werewolves, hunters, and finding his soulmate, Stiles thought he would’ve been more prepared to learn that Lydia Martin’s hair was red. But no, that still shocked him. You know, the fact that everyone in Derek Hale’s pack was literally drop-dead gorgeous.

Stiles sat with his knees pulled into his chest on a ratty old sofa. He was surrounded by people he remembered from high school and couldn’t believe this was actually his life. Erica Reyes was a werewolf. Lydia Martin was a banshee. Jackson Whittemore was a snake.

Okay, that one really wasn’t so surprising.

“Let me get this straight,” Stiles said, pointing at Lydia and Jackson. “You two are supernatural soulmates.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and Jackson sneered. So maybe Stiles had a crush on her once; a long time ago. He was totally over it now.

“And you two,” Stiles said, pointing at Erica and Boyd. Then he leveled Scott with his best glare, who shifted nervously next to Allison. “And you, my best friend who betrayed my trust and never told me he was a freaking werewolf.”

Scott winced. Stiles fixed Isaac with a flat look.

“And you’re…?”

“Currently single and colorblind.”

“Great. Four werewolves, a hunter, a banshee, a snake, and this is why I never should’ve come back to town.”

“I’m not a snake,” Jackson said, growling. “Anymore.”

“Oh, you’ll always be a snake in my eyes, Jacky-boy.”

“Actually,” Scott said. “There are five werewolves counting Derek. Six if you count his sociopathic uncle but we don’t usually do that.”

Stiles shuddered, glancing around the room. He couldn’t help but notice it was barrenly empty of anyone other than them. “And said Alpha werewolf is…?”

“Oh, he left,” Erica said. “He doesn’t take surprises well.”

“Great, that’s just great. And he kidnapped me because what, my dad’s a little upset that Derek’s been pinned with a couple dozen murders? Because I really don't think I would’ve been very helpful against that.”

“We had orders,” Isaac said, shrugging. “And grabbing you wasn’t that hard.”

“Hey!”

“Derek kidnapped you because he needed leverage if things went wrong,” Allison said. “There’ve been… a few killings in Beacon Hills. Hunters, we think. Going after all those they suspect are supernatural. And every time Derek tries to get out there and stop them, the cops are called in and he gets chased back into hiding. He’s the Alpha of Beacon Hills, but he can’t protect the town if its own police are working against him.”

“They’re just doing their jobs,” Stiles grumbled. Jackson rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, people are dying because of them ‘doing their job’, Stilinski. Because of your dad.”

“Keep my dad out of this, slithers.”

Jackson bared his teeth in a snarl. Stiles winced back.

“And stop doing that.”

“The point is,” Boyd said, speaking for the first time. He seemed to have some sort of authority with how everyone went quiet and looked at him. “Derek had his reasons. He wasn’t ever going to do any harm. And it’s true— your dad is getting in the way of all this.”

“He thinks you’re a bunch of criminals, it’s not his fault,” Stiles muttered. Then he looked sharply over at Scott. “Oh my god, does he think you’re a criminal too?”

“Uh, I hope not?”

Lydia rolled her eyes. If he let himself get distracted, Stiles still couldn’t believe that was her actual hair color. He blinked a few times, shaking his head.

How was this his life?

Stiles found himself standing on the sidewalk outside of the loft. It was some ratty place nestled in the middle of nowhere and he thought he could hear the sound of distant sirens. If he ran, Stiles figured he could get away from all this before someone caught him. But he didn’t really see himself running.

All he wanted to do right now, was take in the sights of everything. The moon was yellow, the stars were bright silver, and the night sky was a mix of black and blue. Stiles didn’t think he’d ever seen something so beautiful.

The loft door opened and closed behind him. Stiles glanced back and froze when he saw a familiar Greek God standing a few feet away. Derek didn’t do anything, though, except stand with his hands in his pockets. Relaxing slightly, Stiles turned back forward again.

“It’s uh… really pretty, isn’t it? All the colors.”

Derek moved to his side. Stiles really wanted to look into his eyes— see that stunning shade of green again— but he kept his gaze straight forward instead.

There were so many colors. Stiles had never realized what he was missing out on until now.

“I don’t know what things I might’ve said that you heard,” Stiles said after a moment. “But I’m sorry. If you uh… you know. Heard me call you a mass murderer and all that.”

“Werewolf hearing is pretty good,” Derek said in soft amusement. It was the third time Stiles had heard his voice and for some reason, that made his stomach flip. Despite himself, he chuckled.

“Yeah, well. Werewolves. That’s a bit more of a shock.”

Derek tensed. Sensing a change of attitude, Stiles backtracked quickly.

“Not like it’s worse, or anything. Just a shock, dude, you know? I mean, imagine learning vampires are real or something.”

Derek didn’t answer that. Stiles spun to face him.

“Oh my god, are vampires real too?”

“No,” Derek said with a huff, meeting his gaze. It was stupid, but Stiles’s breaths left him when he did. And of course, he had no control over his mouth.

“Dude, your eyes are really pretty.”

Derek’s face turned red, the color going all the way to his ears. Stiles clapped his hands over his mouth and blushed too, feeling his face turn hot.

“Sorry.”

“No, uh,” Derek said, eyes dropping to the ground. “It’s fine.”

“I mean, they are, but—”

Stiles could’ve sworn he heard Derek growl. Just like the first time, except it was a little louder. He thought he saw something red flash in the man’s eyes too. Slowly, Stiles stepped closer. Derek tensed.

“Hey, dude,” Stiles said. “You have other eyes too, right? I mean, Scott’s were gold and Jackson’s were blue…”

Derek looked up, face unreadable. “I don’t think you really want to see.”

“I mean, they’re not scary, right?”

The man didn’t answer. Stiles clenched his jaw, cursing himself, and nearly tried to say something else, when the loft door suddenly slammed open again. Boyd came out, eyes snapping between the two of them, and he fixed his gaze on Derek.

“We’ve got an issue across town. Call for help about hunters.”

Derek cursed and broke away from Stiles’s side. Stiles started after him but Derek turned around at the door, looking conflicted for a moment. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, but then ducked out of sight. Stiles deflated and Boyd gave him a sympathetic look.

“Stay at the loft,” Boyd said. “Until we get back.”

“But I could—”

“You’d be better out of the way.”

Stiles clenched his jaw, sitting back on his heels as the door closed again. He glared at it for a second, feeling utterly useless, before turning around again. The nighttime air was quiet this time; no sound of distant sirens.

Then suddenly, Stiles heard a footstep. He spun around right as a fist entered his vision and pain exploded through his head. Stiles stumbled back and tripped over his own feet, falling to the ground hard.

He didn’t even have a chance to curse before a fist was entering his vision again. Stiles’s head bounced off the cement and for the second time that day, all he saw was black.

It was becoming a habit, it seemed.

Stiles was starting to think people liked restraining him to chairs.

He woke up with his hands tied behind his back and a whole new wave of pain pounding through his head. He kept his eyes closed this time, trying to feel out his surroundings, but then a hand connected with his cheek, and Stiles’s eyes snapped open as he bit back a cry.

“There you go,” a sneering man said. “Easiest way to wake him up.”

“Easiest way to give him a concussion,” a woman said from the side. Stiles blinked a few times and shook his head, the sting gradually fading as he looked around. His breaths stalled in his throat when he did.

They were in a warehouse of some kind. The ceiling was high and wide, the air was cold and stale. Stiles tugged on the ropes around his wrists before fixing his gaze on the people standing around him. They were all armed, he realized, with guns or knives strapped to their sides and down their legs. It looked like they’d set up camp here, with more piles of weapons tossed to the side.

“You’re hunters,” Stiles said as the realization hit. The woman laughed.

“And you’re a quick one.”

“What the hell do you want with me? I’m not supernatural.”

“No,” the man who’d hit him said, stepping forward and catching his chin. Stiles growled and tried to yank away, and the man chuckled. “But apparently, you’re like catnip to them. Want to explain what the Alpha of Beacon Hills wanted with a twig like you, boy?”

“Go to hell,” Stiles said. “Like I’d know.”

“But he didn’t kill or turn you. That has to mean something. Do you know the Alpha, boy?”

“It’s Stiles,” Stiles spat. The woman raised an eyebrow.

“Odd name.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Now, this is the second time today I’ve been kidnapped, and I really just want a nap and a burger. Can we negotiate on that?”

“He’s annoying,” the man said. The woman grinned.

“I think he’s cute.”

Stiles wrinkled his nose at that. He did another sweep of the warehouse and took in their numbers; a handful of hunters, no more than ten. But that might not be all of them, he realized.

“The distraction,” he said. “You really out killing more people?”

“We’re out killing bounties,” the woman said, crossing the room and crouching down in front of him. She had dark brown eyes and Stiles thought they would’ve been more threatening without the color. He didn’t like her smile, though. It was sickly sweet. “You aren’t on that list, but we do have some questions, sweetie. Do you realize what kind of beast Hale is?”

Stiles clenched his jaw. The woman smirked.

“You do. What are you then, the boy who runs with wolves? Or are you newer to this than we’d expect?”

He didn’t answer. She pursed her lips and nodded, pushing herself up again.

“They’re monsters, Stiles, you’ve got to realize that. Genetic mutations. It’s a mercy we’re providing, taking them out.”

“They’re not monsters,” Stiles said coldly. He dropped his eyes. “My best friend’s not a monster.”

Interest sparked in her eyes. The woman tilted her head and then pulled back, whispering something in the other man’s ear. His eyes narrowed and his lips twisted up in disgust, but he nodded after a moment. Stiles shifted uncomfortably and the woman turned back to him with a smile on her lips again.

“You know one of them?”

Stiles knew all of them. His stomach flipped and the color green flashed before his eyes for a second. They weren’t monsters. Scott… Derek couldn’t be. Stiles could’ve laughed at that, how quickly his mindset had gone from murderer to something else. Something else, as if he even knew what something else was.

Except Derek hadn’t wanted Stiles to see his real face, had he? As if it was something to be ashamed of. Like it was something monstrous.

I mean, they’re not scary, right?

Stiles swallowed hard.

Another man suddenly came forward, saying something Stiles couldn’t catch to the woman. Her eyes sparked with interest again and she grinned, looking at Stiles with a new expression. His gut twisted uncomfortably.

“You’re the Sheriff’s kid?”

Shit. “What of it?”

“You know that’s why Hale wanted you,” she said. “Imagine if he had the Sheriff’s kid to use as leverage. Oh, imagine if he turned the Sheriff’s kid. What could the law do against him then?”

Stiles drew back. Derek wouldn’t have— that wasn’t the plan. It couldn’t have been. The woman sighed and leaned forward, patting his cheek. Stiles drew away with a snarl.

“It’s alright, kid,” she said. “We’ve got you now.”

Stiles really didn’t think that was a good thing. He watched her turn away and the other man gave him a feral sneer before following. Stiles twisted his wrists in the ropes again and cursed.

But things could be worse, right? Stiles felt like things could be worse.

Suddenly, there was a distant shout and a series of gunshots. The entire room went silent and the shots cut off. Every eye turned to look at him and Stiles swallowed hard, hating himself and everything this day had turned into.

Because yeah, that could be worse.

A howl pierced the air and the room erupted into chaos.

Stiles cursed and yanked on the ropes binding his wrists together. The warehouse doors suddenly burst open and the air filled with the sound of cocking guns. Stiles yanked sideways with all his might and ended up tipping— he had a split second of realization before he was crashing onto his side with a grunt.

“Sweet freaking Jesus,” he said. The movies always made escape look easier.

Suddenly, there was a yank on his wrist. Stiles yelped and felt something sharp press against his skin. It took him a moment to realize they were claws.

“Hold still,” a voice growled. Derek. Stiles twisted and tried to get a good look, but the man ducked his face away before Stiles could.

The claw sliced through the ropes and Stiles scrambled forward, pulling himself up. By the time he was on his feet again, Derek’s claws were gone and he was tensed, scanning the room. Stiles glanced over at the chaos to see the others in their beta forms; a flash of golden eyes here, a sharp howl there. Stiles startled as Derek caught his shoulder and tugged him back, away from the fighting.

“Dude,” Stiles said, trying to shake him off. Derek didn’t let go, pulling him toward the other side of the warehouse. Toward another exit, Stiles realized. He yanked harder and stumbled away, rubbing at his raw wrists. “Dude, shouldn’t you be back there helping your pack?”

“Don’t call me dude,” Derek groused. “They’ll be fine. You need to get out of here.”

“I’m not some token human, you know,” Stiles said, following after him. He thought he heard the sound of sirens now, which was just great. “I can fend for myself.”

Derek shot him a raised eyebrow. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“I was taken by surprise.”

“I’m sorry,” Derek said, and Stiles blinked in surprise. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

“Du- Derek, why are you apologizing?”

Derek didn’t answer, starting toward the door. They were less than five feet away when a gunshot cracked through the air.

Stiles spun around, expecting pain. But it wasn’t aimed for him.

Derek roared in pain, dropping to one knee. Stiles’s heart stopped when he saw the hole in his stomach; the blood already welling. Out of the shadows came the woman, a pistol in hand and a smirk on her lips.

“Aw, Derek,” she said. “Does that sting a little?”

“Kate,” Derek growled, blood splattering his lips. The woman— Kate— stopped a few feet away and smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“You miss me, sweetie?”

Stiles snapped back to reality, shoving himself between them. Kate’s eyebrows shot up and her lips pursed in amusement.

“Oh,” she said, sounding mockingly disappointed. “Honey, don’t choose sides now. I’ll put the mutt out of his misery and you can go free to daddy. You hear those sirens, don’t you? They’ll be here in a few minutes, I expect. Maybe even less.”

“No,” Stiles said, surprised his voice wasn’t shaking. He’d never actually stared down the barrel of a gun before, but he was pretty sure this wasn’t going to end well for one of them. “You won’t kill him. I won’t let you.”

“Let me?” Kate asked, laughing. Derek made a soft noise behind him and Stiles resisted the urge to turn around. “Oh, come on, kid. This isn’t a fight you’ll win. Tell you what, move aside and I’ll let you take the credit for taking out murderer Hale here. You’ll be the town hero. Think about it.”

“I’m not a killer.”

“Oh, but sweetie,” Kate said. “He is.”

Stiles clenched his fists. Kate chuckled.

“Have you seen his red eyes? Do you know what they look like? People say they’re the color of blood. Alpha eyes resemble the innocent lives they’ve taken, kid. Do you realize what that has to look like?”

Stiles’s heart thudded against his chest. But slowly, he unclenched his fists, staring at her. Because it clicked, then.

“No,” he said. “I don’t. But you don’t either, do you?”

Kate’s smile faltered. Stiles bared his teeth in a sneer, straightening his shoulders.

“You have no idea what they look like. And you know what,” he said, “I wouldn’t either. Until about twelve hours ago. And you know why that is?”

Kate’s eyes turned hard. Stiles glanced over his shoulder and met Derek’s gaze. He was hunched over, a hand wrapped around his chest as his shirt turned red with blood. His face was half-shifted and Stiles met green eyes. Green eyes— and he thought that was all that mattered.

“You,” Kate said incredulously, drawing his attention back. “You?”

“Guess so,” Stiles said, turning back to her. “Guess I’m the boy that runs with wolves.”

Kate’s lips curled up in a snarl and she raised the gun again. Stiles leaped forward, catching her wrist, and twisted. Kate cried out and the gun clattered to the floor. A wild fist connected with his cheek but Stiles refused to let go, hooking his foot underneath hers and pulling hard. They both went tumbling to the floor.

Stiles thought he heard Derek shout his name.

He reached over Kate’s head, scrabbling for the gun. She kicked up and caught him in the stomach and Stiles cursed, seeing stars. But his fingers still wrapped around cool metal and he shoved himself away, stumbling to his feet. Kate pushed herself up too and Stiles lifted the gun, a trembling finger wrapping around the trigger.

She went still, looking at him. Then her eyes flashed and she sneered.

“Can you pull the trigger, kid?”

Stiles’s hand trembled. Kate scoffed and stepped forward.

“You’re not a killer.”

“No,” Stiles said, heart in his throat. “Guess I’m not.”

Kate’s eyes flashed in triumph. But then Stiles aimed the gun downward and pulled the trigger twice, and her scoff turned into a cry of pain as she fell to the floor. Stiles stumbled backward and the gun slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor. He kicked it away and turned to Derek, falling to his knees at his side.

“Hey, hey,” Stiles said. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding. It’s bad. Can you heal through this? Derek, why aren’t you healing through this?”

“Wolfsbane,” Derek said raspily, eyes half-closed. “Like poison.”

“I don’t— I can’t— is there anything I can do? God, Derek, you’re not allowed to die on me.”

“Not here,” Derek said. Stiles tipped his chin up but Derek looked sharply away, teeth bared slightly. Stiles caught a flash of red and stilled. Derek’s chest rose and fell in heaves.

“Hey,” Stiles said softly. “Derek?”

“You don’t want to see.”

“I do,” Stiles said. “I… I do, Derek. Can you show me your eyes?”

Derek didn’t move for a second. Stiles swallowed and slowly, the man turned his face back. His eyes opened to reveal the color of crimson red that glowed slightly in the darkness. Stiles’s breaths caught in his throat and Derek started to turn away, but Stiles reached forward and touched his cheek.

Carefully, he moved his fingers up, touch ghosting over Derek’s forehead and following the shifted ridges above his eyes. Stiles cupped his palms against Derek’s face and leaned forward, touching his forehead against Derek’s own.

“They’re beautiful. Both kinds.”

Derek sighed.

“But, uh,” Stiles said. “Maybe we should get out of here?”

Quietly, the man nodded. Pulling back, Stiles linked an arm underneath his shoulders and grunted as he hefted the werewolf up. He took a few stumbling steps sideways and nearly lost his balance, but found it at the last minute, starting toward the doorway. One step after another, Derek’s feet shuffling on the floor.

“You’re a fool, kid,” a voice called behind them. Stiles paused and turned around. Kate sneered up from the floor. “You’re saving a monster.”

“No,” Stiles said. “But I am sparing one. Hope you have a good explanation for the police.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Don’t convince me to pull the trigger again.”

Her sneer slipped. Stiles turned and half-carried, half-lugged Derek toward the door. He thought she said something else, but he wasn’t listening this time.

Stiles came outside to the wail of sirens and the sound of echoing voices on the other side of the warehouse. Clenching his jaw, he turned away and started toward the empty street in the other direction.

Derek was unconscious by the time Scott found them. But he was still alive.

And that’s all that mattered.

Stiles flipped through the folder for a third time, scanning the pictures and reports and everything they’d managed to scrounge together. He tried not to shift again in the chair beside the bed; Lydia had already informed him he was stressing everyone out by squirming. And then they’d still ended up leaving because he still couldn’t stop.

His eyes rested on a picture in the corner; one of a younger Derek and flashing eyes against the camera. Stiles studied it, shaking his head.

“Nice.”

“S… Stiles?”

Stiles jumped, nearly spilling the entire contents of the folder onto the floor. Over on the bed beside him, Derek blinked over, and Stiles straightened, grinning widely.

“Dude, you’re awake!”

Derek winced slightly. Stiles blushed and lowered his voice.

“Sorry. How are you feeling?”

“Are we at the loft?”

“Straight from the vet’s office,” Stiles said. “I can’t believe you guys actually go to the vet for an injury. I mean… that’s kind of funny, right?”

Derek blinked at him, raising a brow. Stiles chuckled nervously.

“Don’t look at me like that. It is.”

“What happened?”

“Well,” Stiles said, waving the folder through the air. “The police arrested one Kate Argent for possession of unregistered weapons and murder on three accounts. And once this baby is delivered, we think it’ll be enough to up that charge to…” Stiles’s smile slipped. “Well, a lot more.”

Derek looked confused. Stiles lowered his eyes, shrugging slightly.

“It might be enough to clear you.”

“What?”

“I mean, I still need to talk to my dad. And he might have to know about some things. Like, werewolfy things, if that’s okay with you. But I think we could figure this out, dude. I think we could clear you.”

Derek stared at him. Stiles licked his lips nervously, glancing back up.

“Is that okay?”

“You did that,” Derek said. “For me.”

“Of course,” Stiles said. I mean, I do have a degree in criminology. And it’d be nice to go to the grocery store without getting arrested, right?”

Derek didn’t say a word. A knot formed in Stiles’s stomach.

“Unless that’s not what you wanted.”

“No,” Derek said, sitting up with a small wince. “It is, of course, it is. I just— why?”

“Because,” Stiles said. “You’re innocent.”

Derek’s face tightened. Before he could say a word, Stiles leaned forward and caught his hand. Derek blinked in surprise and his eyes snapped up to meet Stiles’s.

“I know I don’t know everything about your past,” Stiles said softly. “I mean… you know. But Derek, you’re not what Kate says. Or what any of them say. And I swear to god, if I have to find all the evidence in the world to prove that, I will.”

Derek looked at him quietly. Stiles started to pull his hand away, but Derek held on tighter, fingers intertwining with his own. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, well,” Stiles said, ducking his head. “Maybe I’d do anything for those eyes.”

The tips of Derek’s ears turned red. Stiles chuckled.

“They're pretty,” he said. “Both of them.”

“Even the red?”

“Even the red.”

“And,” Derek said slowly. “If they were blue?”

Stiles blinked in confusion. But, seeing Derek’s face and nervous expression, he found himself nodding. “Blue’s just pretty.”

Derek’s face softened. He tugged on Stiles’s hand and Stiles set the folder aside, moving over to sink down on the edge of the bed beside him. Stiles raised a brow and Derek rolled his eyes, touching his forehead against Stiles’s own.

“Thank you.”

“Oh my god, you are a sap.”

Derek laughed. Stiles hesitated for a moment, before leaning closer and touching his lips against Derek’s own. The first brush was soft; careful. Stiles closed his eyes and hummed quietly, which made Derek growl. Chuckling, he pressed forward a little more, fingers brushing along Derek’s jaw and moving up into his hair. The man growled lower.

It sent shivers down his spine.

Before Stiles had known colors, he’d categorized them as feelings. Green, he thought, was two seconds ago. Red was if things went on for another five minutes or so. But this? This was vibrant. A color he didn’t quite know yet— or he hadn’t yet seen.

He thought it’d be hilarious if it was bright pink.

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But I’ve Got You This Rose (Part 2)

Pairing: Y/N/Hockey!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes, Indeed!

Words: 6.500+

Summary: College has never been easy and not after Luke and Y/N have broken up after being everyone’s sweethearts. Life isn’t easier for Y/N when she drunkenly sleeps with him after months apart.

“You sure you don’t want one? You look like someone who could need it.” Calum’s raspy voice filled through the clouds of smoke that escaped from his lips.

Luke’s eyes narrowed towards the cigarette, his left eyebrow furrowing, and he held a hand in the air in a sign of a no. He looked horrible but he didn’t want to cause himself to feel worse by the cancer stick.

He hated smoking. He had tried it once, or maybe twice. It was a habit of his when he was really drunk. That stage with alcohol where he felt as if nothing could harm him and everything he did was under his full control.

“Really? You look like you could dump your face into the pool any second.” Calum observed the blue-eyed boy’s features. He could tell when Luke was sad. Or when he was angry but didn’t want to say anything.

Luke shook his head in disbelief and wanted to tell Calum off. Though he decided to say heavily, look down at the ground and bite down on his lip so hard knowing that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t stop speaking.

God, how he hated that you were only five feet away from him, sitting by one of the sun chairs and wearing the exact same expression on your face like he was.

When Luke woke up this morning, he knew he had a bad feeling. That kind of feeling that just wanted to keep him linked to the bed. Not having to wake up and go through the normal courses, consider whether or not wanting to skip hockey practice and just, in general, making breakfast.

It wasn’t often he was feeling like this. He was getting on a better track, taking day by day. He didn’t want to feel as affected as it sometimes could have been predicted. Let’s face it. It’s months ago, you broke up. It was time to move on. He had to move on by now.

“I could have told you that Y/N would be showing up but I thought you’d know. I mean, she didn’t quit the cheerleading squad even though rumors had spread it. I do understand her though. She has to watch her ex every time she goes to her favorite sport.”

“And you don’t think I feel the exact same way?” Luke didn’t want to spit at Calum, but his statement pissed him off.

Calum’s eyes widened and he raised his hands. He didn’t want to get on the bad side of Luke. Especially not when he was being like this.

“Of course, I know you feel the same way.” Calum’s eyes softened and so did Luke’s jaw.

“But I also know that you keep all of your feelings inside of you. Nobody knows just how well you’re feeling besides yourself because you don’t want to open up and talk about it. Realize it. Everyone will think you’re feeling better than her because that is what you show everyone. It’s only guys like me and the boys who know what’s up. Because we know you. And we can see right through you.”

Luke’s lips trembled as every word came out from Calum’s mouth. He didn’t speak harshly, but it was enough to hit Luke right in the feels where it felt hard. And somehow also overwhelming.

“It’s like trying to help an alcoholic who doesn’t want to realize his addiction.”

Luke’s eyes glanced down at the package that was wrapped around Calum’s tattooed hand. He knew it was a bad decision but every life decision he had felt bad. He never made a decision that didn’t feel as if he could have done something differently and better.

“Give me the cancer stick.”

He slumped down and took a step next to Cal on the porch. He had been leaning his long body against the rack of the stairs, not really settled for being outside or inside.

The party going on was insane. One of the biggest he had experienced here at campus. But something didn’t feel right, he felt as if he couldn’t enjoy himself. He had tried to get drunk but with his large body, it took quite some time. Also, after been working out a lot. It was basically the only thing he did besides sleeping and studying.

Calum watched him carefully lit the cigarette and try not to cough as he inhaled. It was a new sight every time Luke would be the one smoking. He always caused some sort of scene, never really wanting to realize that smoking wasn’t really his type of habit.

“Tell me everything you feel. Let it out. Sometimes that’s just easier than playing the tough guy.” Calum spoke carefully and dusted off the tobacco into the grass next to him.

Luke sighed heavily and looked into his half-filled red cup. It tasted horrible; he had no idea what it was. Michael mumbled something about Shirley mixed with a red soft drink.

But not as horrible as the cigarette between his long fingers. He didn’t understand how this could be relaxing. It was like inhaling a large cloud of smoke.

“You know the reason why we broke up and everything,” Luke leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a second. He hated thinking back to the moment. He hated reliving it.

Every time he would close his eyes and fall to sleep, images of that evening would appear. How angry he was, how everything felt so rushed and out of order. Sometimes he felt that it didn’t happen but then he was reminded of the cutting pain in his heart by reliving it in his nightmares.

“Yes, I know that story. I kind of witnessed it.” Calum nodded his head in agreement and looked at his best friend carefully.

He hated seeing Luke like this. The fun and the happy blond-haired boy who never left the smile on his face. Always light in the baby blue eyes and a burst of laughter that could fill an entire building. It was replaced with a dull look, something he couldn’t recognize in his friend.

“I’ve been trying my best to think that it was the right decision. I had a great time in the first week. I felt it was the right thing to do because sometimes we weren’t that happy together. We were in a constant battle with each other, constantly trying to avoid the fights that kind of chased us. I told her a few things I wanted her to get better at and vice versa. I just feel like we wanted each other to change so much we forgot that we had to do it ourselves in order to fulfill our dreams.”

Luke looked down at the cigarette as he was speaking. Slowly seeing the burning ashes fall down to the porch and turn into nothing.

“I keep trying to tell myself that you’ll end up where you need to be, with who you’re meant to be with and doing what you should be doing. But I feel as if nothing is going as I planned and I can’t help but feel alone every second that passes by.”

“But you’ve got all of us.” Calum understood his words but still wanted to remind that he was never alone.

“I know, I know,” Luke agreed and nodded his head, “But you’re not there when I sit alone in the shower, looking down at my feet and wondering why she’s not in the room next to me sitting on her MacBook and watching her favorite shows on Netflix.”

“I could be doing that if that’s what you want but I guess that’s not really the same,” Calum suggested carefully, folded his hands together and leaned forward with his elbows to his knees.

Luke glanced over at him with the face of ‘are you shitting me’ and went back to looking up at the stars.

“Healing is just so weird. Some days you’re okay and you’re doing fine. Other days it still hurts like it’s fresh. It’s a process with no definitive time frame.”

“But if you feel so sure about it being wrong, why don’t you just go back with her? Nobody is going to judge you for jumping right back to your ex. For the matter, everyone loved you two together.”

“Because I don’t think she can forgive me for putting her through these hells of months apart.” Luke wrapped his arms around his legs and looked towards where you were sitting, still alone and with what seemed to be an empty red cup.

He remembered how you used to be at parties. Never the one to be loudest, but always the one to be found by a classic game of beer pong or whatever activity. You were never the one to sit alone in a corner and if you did it would be because you would get cramps after drinking too much alcohol. And by that, you wouldn’t even be alone because his drunken self would sit by your side and hold your hand until you were ready to party again.

Being alone these couple of months made him realize so much. What he had lost and what was totally taken for granted.

“Why her, Luke?” Calum dusted the last bit of the cigarette into the grass and took the one between Luke’s fingers into his own.

There was no reason for Luke to smoke when he didn’t even like it. It was a fake pleasure that didn’t even have the right purpose.

Luke sighed carefully and looked at you again. He was wondering if you had noticed he was sitting five feet away. You looked drunk, but not enough to not realize what was going on around you.

“Because with her I don’t need to explain myself. I don’t need to worry about if she misunderstands me, if I say something stupid or if I’m judged. I can be careless with her, completely raw and real. That’s why her. That’s why always her.”

That was everything he wanted he wanted to say for tonight. There was no reason digging deeper into the shit. He shook his head in disbelief and looked down at his large black Nike hoodie which was a great attire for tonight as it was a little chilly.

“I’m glad you’re opening up. One day you might figure out what’s the right thing to do. Sometimes things take time healing properly.” Calum mentioned and they both looked towards where you were sitting as a guy had shown up.

“Who’s that?” Luke questioned quickly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Can’t you tell? It’s Noah. Noah Martins. Are you that drunk that you can’t tell a team player you’re sharing an ice field with three times a week?”

“Oh my god, what happened to his hair?” Luke exclaimed quickly, glancing the boy up and down.

“I don’t know. I heard something about him really wanting to get under the skin of Camille and she likes guys with curls. So, I guess he got a permanent or something.”

Noah’s hair was indeed a curly mess compared to his previous hair that was straight. It was actually long, fit his tall and slim body. Just a sad thing he was a prick which most girls knew of.

“What is he doing with Y/N?”

Before Luke could get an answer from Calum, he watched Noah sit down by the sunbed next to yours. He couldn’t hear the conversation, but he could fill the worry start to fill his veins.

He didn’t like where this was going.

“Shouldn’t we get going? I think I promised Ashton a game of beer bowling by the garage?” Calum was trying to sound convincing but he couldn’t make Luke flinch.

“I don’t think he needs other players to nail a strike.” Luke was too caught up, he was barely listening to what Calum had to say.

“Luke, I think it’s best if you don’t do anything stupid… Right?” Calum just needed to be sure before he left. There was no point in convincing Luke to leave. He would probably be sitting by this porch to the end of the night.

Luke heard Calum’s steps but didn’t give a single glance over his shoulder. He was still holding the red cup, tempted to just drown the whole thing and forget about everything.

He looked over at you again with tight lips. What was he supposed to do in this situation? If you were having fun with him it was fine. It just didn’t look like it. You looked like someone who just wanted to shrug Noah off any second.

“Noah seriously,” Luke heard you faintly say, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“I don’t want to dance. Or kiss you for that matter. Why don’t you go find that brunette you were previously smashing your face into?”

Luke couldn’t hear what Noah’s answer was, but it was enough for him to place the red cup on the steps and stand up from his seat. He took a deep breath before placing his hands in his black jeans and approached you.

“Martins.” He didn’t want his voice to be loud or disturbing but just enough for Noah to hear.

Noah looked over his shoulder with a lifted eyebrow, glancing Luke up and down.

“You had your shot, Hemmings.” Noah commented, “If you regretted it, you probably shouldn’t have thrown your diamond into a trashcan.”

Luke rolled his eyes deeply by Noah’s drunken comment. His eyes glanced over to meet yours, but they were focusing on the ground.

“Is he bothering you?” Luke looked past Noah trying to get your attention.

You looked up from the ground to meet Luke’s baby blue eyes and you bit down on your bottom lip carefully. You didn’t want Noah to see or hear so you nodded your head slowly and that gave Luke the confirmation.

“You know the rules, Martins.” He reminded and crossed his arms.

“Yes, stay out of the other teammates’ ladies. But she’s not your lady anymore so claiming her to be must be a mistake on your behalf. Technically, she’s free on the market.”

“I’m serious Noah,” Luke watched him carefully but with fire in his eyes, “If you don’t leave her alone right now, I swear to god I’m going to do something as a captain I don’t want to.”

“You’re threatening to pull me off the team? Just because I admire your ex?” Noah was having a cocky smile on his face and you slowly stood up from the sunbed as they were almost in each other’s face.

“You don’t just admire her,” Luke spat, “You’re basically undressing her with your eyes.”

“Well, maybe she wants to undress in front of-,”

Luke couldn’t take another word from him. All the words built up his anger and before he knew of his actions, Noah was pushed into the pull. But not without grabbing you with him in the process.

Luke’s eyes widened by his sudden action, mouth open and watching as Noah quickly came up from the water with his tall frame and spit water out from his mouth. You, on the other hand, were splashing around trying to bring yourself to the surface.

“Seriously, Y/N.” He muttered to himself, “We dated for three years, I’ve taught you to swim countless times in my pool by my parents and you still don’t know how to swim!”

Ripping off his hoodie and pushing off his shoes he jumped into the water right next to you, quickly placed his hands on your hips and lifted your head above the water.

You were a coughing mess and mascara was running down from your eyes in black droplets. Your white t-shirt had become a transparent mess with your black lace bra showing and Luke pulled you close not wanting to give Noah a show.

“You’re crazy, Hemmings.” Noah spat and shook his head in disbelief, heading towards the stairs of the pool and disappeared from your sight.

You looked at Luke with wide eyes, still not fully processing what had just happened and glanced him up and down. His curls were sticking to his forehead and his eyes were a little less wide than before.

“Are you okay?” He asked carefully, slowly moving around because of the caused waves in the water.

You shook your head just as carefully, looking down at his hands still holding your hip so you wouldn’t have a drown to death experience again.

“I think I had too much to drink…” You mumbled and shrugged your shoulder. You probably looked ten times more horrible than what was intended to be shown. What a great evening not to wear waterproof makeup.

“And this was probably a bad idea to show up. Noah has been stuck to my ass since Monday morning. I don’t know what’s with him.”

Luke’s eyes scanned your face, barely registering what you had to say. So many thoughts were running through his mind he couldn’t keep up with it. It had been a while since the last time he was this close to you.

“Here,” He started to walk towards the edge of the pool and used his strength to pull you up and place you on the edge.

You were a dripping mess and your cheeks turned a deep shade of red when you noticed how obvious your bra suddenly was.

Covering them with your arms you watched Luke lift himself up from the pool, water running down his whole body and his jeans sitting much tighter than they already were. He ran a hand through his curly hair and tried to dry off his black tee just a bit.

He looked over at you for a short moment, catching you staring and reached forward to grab his black hoodie.

“Here,” He commented, reaching out for you to take it.

“But it will get wet.” You protested and stood up from the edge.

“I don’t care.” Luke spoke in honest and wiggled it in front of you. “You’re cold and you need it.”

You knew when Luke was being like this there wasn’t time for bugging. He was a stubborn one and you took the hoodie from him. You still had his old one at your dorm room, might just add another one to the collection.

“I can’t keep stealing your hoodies.” You mumbled while moving your head through the hole, feeling the warmness already and the smell of his cologne. What a surprise he still hadn’t changed from the Blue Ralph Lauren cologne.

“As long as you’re kept warm, you can.” He adjusted it on you just to make sure that everything was alright and he placed his hands on your shoulders to look at you.

“I’m taking you home okay. Just to sober you up.”

You were too tired to argue so you just agreed. You knew if you said no he would give you the eyes and you would eventually give in. He had such a convincing face he barely had to say a word to let you give in.

A small smile was playing on his face, an original one for once. It was obvious none of you wanted to be at this party. Maybe it was just better to go home and if you had to drink one more sambuca you would puke.

You felt as if everyone’s eyes were on you, and they probably were. Luke was looking like a drowned mess and you were all wet wearing a hoodie that was at least twice your size. You even managed to get eye contact with Camille, but she decided to stay quiet.

What was she even supposed to say in this situation?

On the whole way home, you stayed quiet. You felt the world was spinning, you weren’t sure if Luke was holding on hand on your hip to keep you steady. Everything felt like a blur and you looked confused when you were already in front of your dorm.

Luke flicked on the lights after fishing out your keys, easily managing to lock up the door. Not a surprise to anyone. He had walked through that door too many times he didn’t even have the count.

His eyes glanced towards the rose still placed in the vase that had been standing on your dinner table since god knows how long ago you got it from him.

He looked over at you to see you stare down at the ground.

“How did you manage to keep it alive?” He observed and placed his hands on the dinner table to take a closer look.

“I mean, you know I used to collect rose powder from the garden store your mum used to go to.” You shrugged your shoulders and caressed your arm out of nervous habit.

It was so weird seeing him in your room again. It was like all the memories were flushing back at once. Both the good and bad ones.

“You still have your obsessed cleaning?” He commented on the lack of mess there was in the room. The only thing that caught his attention was the glass on your coffee table in front of your couch.

“I’m not even as neat as I used to be.” You slurred and ran a hand through your wet hair.

You grimaced by the reminder of chlorine in your hair and you closed your eyes just for a second. You breathed in heavily, trying to figure out what was best to say or what to do. Nothing seemed to make sense at the moment.

“I think you need a shower,” Luke commented carefully, not wanting to be rude.

“I’m sorry your hoodie got wet.” You looked at yourself and mentally wished you wouldn’t spill chlorine water on the floor.

“I’d rather have it wet than you cold.”

You smiled by his words and pulled at the hem of the shirt.

“I think I’m just going to wash it for you. You can wear the other one you forgot the last time you followed me home.” You nodded your head towards the hoodie that was placed on one of your chairs.

“Thank you,” Luke whispered carefully and watched you head into the bathroom and close the door after you.

He breathed in heavily just like you previously had done and took a look around the dorm.

Nothing looked differently. He could still point out where the things were placed, he knew just exactly well which pillow was your favorite and which side of the bed you were sleeping at. He always had the right and you had the left.

He heard the water being turned on and placed his hands in his pockets which were still drowned and wet. God he couldn’t wait to get a shower himself.

He was caught up in his thoughts but when he heard soft whimpers his eyes were drawn to the bathroom.

He knew he shouldn’t. It wasn’t his business. It wasn’t his business anymore and to be honest he shouldn’t even be here in the first place. But he didn’t want to think how big of a mistake it was. For once, he felt he was doing something that felt unforced and natural.

Grabbing the handle, he opened the bathroom door slowly.

Wet clothes were scattered on the ground on top of the beige-colored bath mat. He looked carefully towards the shower where you were seated against the wall, water splashing down on your head. You were still wearing a top and your Calvin Klein panties.

He wasn’t sure if you had heard him. The water was loud, and he was always the quiet one.

The questions in his thoughts were answered when you glanced towards him, eyebrows furrowed for a second, but it was replaced with you hiding your face in your knees instead.

He sighed carefully.

“You look at me as if I look miserable.”

“You are miserable.”

Your mouth twisted into a straight line and you leaned your head against the wall again. The water wasn’t getting into your eyes, droplets creasing down from your cheeks. You didn’t want to lie but neither wanted to state the truth out loud.

“It’s hard Luke. You have no idea what kind of impact you have on someone. I’ve never experienced something harder than having to control your feelings, put them into a box and throw it at sea.”

Luke nodded his head and headed towards the front of the shower to take a seat down in front of you. He didn’t care if you were half-naked. It wasn’t the first time witnessing that.

“You don’t think I have a hard time as well?” He questioned and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Kind of weird considering this was your decision.” You didn’t want to come off as rude, but with alcohol, in your blood, you were having a hard time.

There was so much built up anger when you looked at him. He chose this.

“You know I hate when you say it like that.” His voice softened and he looked down at the white tiles.

“But it’s the truth.” You looked into him straight into the eyes.

“It’s the truth yes. But you make it sound like I don’t love you anymore which you know nothing about.”

Your mouth twisted and you furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t even want to ask or here the answer to that. You had come to the point where you didn’t want to know how he was feeling towards you because no matter what it would feel like a disappointment.

“You don’t even know how I feel. You just assume the worst because that’s what I’ve shown you. The worst thing that could possibly happen, but you do ever think about how hard it is to see you every day? Watch you jump around in your cheerleading uniform pretending to be happy when I can see right through the fake smile? Watch you at that party and pretend I haven’t’ been looking for you all night or keeping an eye on you to make sure you don’t trip or get hit on by some idiot like Noah Martin.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me.”

“You shouldn’t tell me who I can worry about and who I cannot.”

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, seeing how his curls were sticking to his forehead. His hair had grown so long since you first started dating. You remembered the quiff as if it was yesterday.

“Don’t look at me like that,” You shook your head, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Looking at you like that?” He questioned and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Like there’s no other thing that you want to do right now than to kiss me.”

Luke’s eyes didn’t widen but you could see the thoughts were racing in his brain. No, he wasn’t the only one knowing what was going on. You could both read your minds just by knowing each other so well.

“I can’t kiss you…” He hesitantly said, furrowing his eyebrows as well.

“No… You can’t.” Your voice was stern, louder than it was before but you still remained the intense eye contact.

You looked down at his plump lips he had been previously biting onto and flicked back to his eyes. Had his eyes always been this blue? You were starting to have second thoughts.

You did. You could feel shivers run down your back despite the boiling water running down.

You didn’t know what caused the both of you to lean in at the same time, but once it did and your lips connected Luke’s hand came up to touch your cheek.

It was so foreign because it had been so long but at the same time, it kept so much passion you were almost knocked out by it.

His hands were quick to caress from your cheek to your hair, pulling you closer than before and holding a steady arm around your hips.

“You know if I continue this, I’m not going to be able to stop…” Luke stopped the kissing but still had his forehead against yours. His breathing was hot in the air and his eyes were constantly switching between looking at your lips and your eyes.

“I don’t care.” You whispered, leaning in again and deciding that this was going to happen. You needed this to happen.

Luke used his long arms to lean up and turn off the shower, not wanting it to disturb you or distract you in the process. It was enough he was drowned from the pool; he knew the semi boner was slowly showing.

He wrapped his arms around your body and with his strength lifted the both of you from the bathroom tiles.

You barely registered you were a shaking mess. Whether it was from the adrenaline of suddenly being this close to him or the fact that you were freezing cold now that the water was turned off, you didn’t know. All you could think about was how relieving it was to finally be this close to him again.

“I’ve missed your lips so much you have no idea.” He commented once he had backed you towards your bathroom counter, easily grabbing you by the hips and pulling you up to sit on the edge.

You didn’t know what to answer so you let your actions speak louder than words. Grabbing the hem of his shirt you pulled it over his head and watched him run a hand through his hair.

His hair had gotten so curly sometimes you wondered if it was a new style he was trying out. You remembered the quiff like it was yesterday. You couldn’t believe 2016 was four years back.

“Hold on,” He paused out of breath when he noticed something in the corner of his eye.

He still had an arm wrapped around your waist and the other reached forward to grab the blue package his eye spotted.

“You’re on birth control?” He quivered an eyebrow, looking at you with curious eyes.

Your lips parted, looking down at the package as well as if you had forgotten everything about it.

Throughout your relationship, the only solution of protection would be either condoms or Luke pulling out before time. You had had never really liked the thought of birth control, taking a pill every single day sounded unmanageable and what if you suddenly forgot and got pregnant?

“Well, yeah…” You awkwardly shrugged your shoulder, nervously scratching your arm.

“I just thought that it might be a good idea to try it out you know… It also helps with the cramps and such and keeps a better schedule if I want to skip a period or not.”

“But you never wanted it when we were together?” He took a step to the right to place the package back where it belonged.

“No… I guess things and opinions change when you break up.” You mumbled the last part, not wanting to look him in the eyes when saying it.

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, not really knowing what you were trying to hint at. He seemed quiet for a second, probably trying to multiply why you had suddenly changed your mind until he settled on moving forward.

“Come here,” He motioned for you to stand on the tiles again, and he helped you get off with your wet clothes and your own.

It wasn’t weird seeing him naked. It was confusing at first, considering his six-pack had suddenly started to show. You assumed it was just you who had gone through a hunger strike during the weeks of breakup but it seems like Luke had been struggling as well.

“Have you lost weight?” He asked with a hint of seriousness, glancing you up and down as if it was the first time, he had seen your body.

“Just a few kilos.” You shrugged, not wanting it to be a big deal. You didn’t want to admit the first two weeks where the only thing you could eat was small kids’ yogurt.

“Are you eating now?” He was still sounding worried and to be honest you had enough of the interrogation. If he cared about your health, he would have asked sooner.

“Enough with the questions.” You took him by surprise and pressed him against the wall.

You stood on your toes the best you could with the height difference and pressed your lips against his again. The before timid and kind actions were replaced with lust and passion, something you had been longing for, for a while.

He quickly reacted and detached from the wall to start back you out of the bathroom and towards your bed instead. The cushions were cold against your bareback and you reached your fingers through his hair when he gently laid on top of you.

His long member was teasingly caressing up and down your entrance, but Luke wasn’t ready to go that far yet.

“You shouldn’t be losing so much weight,” He stopped kissing you to move down to your neck instead, the other hand grabbing your breast.

“You’re so perfect as you are.” He moved his lips down to kiss you at the swell of your chest, continuing down your stomach until he landed right at the top where you needed him the most.

“I could say the same to you,” You leaned up on your elbows out of breath to look at him, panting lightly.

“I haven’t been losing weight, or well I have but it’s been fat. I have been gaining muscles though, so I still weigh the same as I’ve always had.”

Just the thought of Luke going more to the gym sent electric fire through your body and you leaned your head back against the pillow and looked towards the ceiling.

You could feel Luke’s warm lips press against your thigh, the cold and warm contrast causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

When his lips came to your clit you shut your eyes, waiting for the response but when nothing happened you looked down at him with wide eyes.

“Are you trying to torture me?” You practically asked, looking at him in confusion.

He was wearing a smirk all over his face, watching you whine beneath him and his thumb came up to touch your clit instead of his tongue.

“For fuck sake...” You fell back to the pillow again in frustration, knowing just exactly well what he was doing. He had always been the teaser. He loved seeing how far he could get before you would go absolutely crazy.

“Luke I swear to god if you don’t do anyth-,” You stopped your sentence when you felt his tongue press against your clit, slowly doing circles and causing you to grasp the white sheets beneath you.

“You haven’t changed just a bit,” He paused for a second to laugh, “Still as impatient as ever.”

“Well why won’t we switch places and we’ll see how long it takes me to suck you until the only thing on your mind is to fuck me.” You said through gritted teeth and he stopped completely to lean on his elbows and look at you.

“You don’t need to do a single thing to change the only thing on my mind. You already know what I’m about to do.” He leaned his knees on the bed and grabbed you by the thighs to pull you down to him.

You made a small sound in surprise, looking at him with wide eyes and swinging your legs around his hips to press him into you. He was right. No patience and clear deep desperation.

He was still smirking when you pressed your lips against his, feeling his tip slowly press into you and filling you up. That was the biggest relief you had felt in a long time.

You could sense Luke was feeling the same because he had to stay still just for a second.

“Oh my god this is going to be a short one, this is what happens when you don’t have sex in months.” Luke mumbled more to himself than you, clearly a little bit embarrassed beforehand.

“I don’t care. Let’s just enjoy the moment.” You mumbled against his neck and pressed his hips further into you with your legs. What a benefit for once, you in charge.

The feeling of him filling you up caused you to shut your eyes, feeling your goosebumps form, up from your thighs and on your arms as well. If it wasn’t for the fact Luke knew what was going on he thought you would be freezing.

“I’ve missed this so much,” He mumbled against your neck, keeping on thrusting in and causing you to shut your eyes and grasp his hair again.

It looked like a tousled mess, but you didn’t care, and he didn’t mind.

“I missed this as well.” You agreed and moved your face so it wasn’t buried in his neck.

You looked at each other for a second, both breathing heavily and his hair was falling in front of his face from being on top. Not to mention you tousling it to the point where he was sure the hair would slip from the roots.

“You look beautiful.” He suddenly commented gently, grabbing a piece of hair and pulled it behind your hair.

If it wasn’t for the circumstances, you would have disagreed. You weren’t able to see yourself, but you could sense you were a sweating mess. Your hair was messed and everywhere on the pillow.

“And I’m coming.” He mumbled the last bit rather nonromantic, but regardless you pressed him further into you, feeling for the first time how you could satisfy him without forcing him to pull out or wear a raincoat.

He was breathing heavily and trying not to fall on top of you as he finished, holding a steady arm to make sure he wouldn’t crush you.

You looked up at him trying to scan his face, seeing as he was still having his eyes shut and stood still for a second.

“You probably need some tissues.” He leaned over to your nightstand and grabbed a new tissue you had placed in case of sneezing or such. He helped you getting cleaned and also himself before he fell to the bed and looked up at the ceiling as well.

“Why did that feel way better than when we were together?” He questioned after minutes of silence.

“Because suddenly we didn’t it without forcing because we were stressed out.” You admitted in honesty. It was the first answer that came to your mind so you decided to go with it.

“You’ve really become harsh.” He scratched his arm nervously and grabbed the sheets to pull it over your body.

You moved to rest on your side and looked at him tempted. You didn’t know if you should keep quiet or settle by stating the truth. It was so foreign seeing him there, resting right by your side like he always had.

“I hate you for giving up on me. Giving up on us.”

His facial expression changed by your words and he softened but in a sad way.

“I hate you for hurting me, I hate you for making me cry and I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for not being there when I needed you the most.”

He leaned his cheek on the pillow and looked down at his fingers fiddling with the sheets. It felt good saying it out loud no matter how sad his face looked. He deserved to hear the words.

“Come here,” He knew you could easily reject, he was ready to face it but when you moved closer to his body with a frown you looked up at him.

“You know just exactly how much I hate myself. Because I do. Every single day.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, feeling you tense less in his arms and leaned his head on top of yours. This was just exactly well what he needed the most. Just to feel you close in his arms again.

He looked towards the table with curious eyes, still seeing the rose stand in your favorite vase and giving the rest of the room just a little bit of life and light.

He smiled carefully to himself and looked down at your almost sober state, seeing your eyes shut close and your mind falling slowly to sleep.

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INLFUENCED - PART 3 (GD)

A/N: Sorry again about the spacing I really don’t know why that’s happening... I’m on mobile bc my laptop is RIPed so no keep reading. Sorry !!!

The rest of your evening was spent wondering how badly you’d embarrassed yourself at the party, slowly losing the effects of the champagne. Honestly, you barely remembered anyone you’d met –your attention firmly on Grayson for most of the night. You were still a bit unsettled at all of the beautiful women he was constantly around –it was intimidating. He could have anyone he wanted –at least you thought so. Charlotte had made it pretty obvious that the twins’ skills with the ladies were a bit lack-luster. Something you actually appreciated. It wasn’t normal for 19 year olds to be absolute gods with dating or anything related.

You smiled softly to yourself as you washed the remaining makeup off of your face in your sink. He was so painfully awkward trying to flirt with you. Maybe he just hadn’t been as into you the first few times he met you, because tonight was the first time you noticed how BAD it was.

*sorry again about the cupcake : (*

Your phone lit up with a message from the man of the hour, a small giggle leaving your lips.*sorry for getting drunk : )* you shot back, letting him know the cupcake really wasn’t a concern.

*the drunk giggles are pretty cute*

His message made your face turn red and you were very grateful you weren’t anywhere near Charlotte.

—-

The next few days were relatively boring compared to the exciting Saturday evening you’d had. Grayson had texted you into the wee hours of the morning, quizzing you about everything under the sun. He claimed he wanted to know all of your answers to the world’s most important questions.

You only had class two days a week; Monday and Tuesday. The rest of the week was free for you to do homework, relax, and do some occasional free-lance reporting or journaling work. This week it just happened to be the first football game of the season for UCLA –your favorite season of the year. Professor Martin had given you the opportunity to be on the sidelines for the first half of the game and you were unbearably excited.

“Are you going to come up into the stands after half-time?” Charlotte questioned you as she tied her hair up into a ponytail, grabbing a baby blue ribbon to tie around the band.

“Duh.” You rolled your eyes at her, a bit jealous she was able to attend the game in a pair of denim shorts and a jersey.

Due to the possibility of being on camera, your professor had insisted you and the other student dress very professionally. “Stop doubting your outfit, Y/N. You look killer.” Charlotte assured you, noticing you stare just a bit too long at yourself in the full-length mirror in the living room.

Her comment made you feel at least a little better. You were wearing a pair of baby blue pumps, skin-tight leather pants and a tight white blouse with frills on the front. Your hair was beautifully curled, falling down your back smoothly. You liked your outfit, but you hadn’t been this dressed up in public –ever.

—-

“Great job you two!” Professor Martin grinned at you and Mike –the other student who had been selected to participate on the sidelines. “Feel free to head up into the stands!”

You handed your media pass to the professor and headed up towards the student section. The experience had been great –a little less thrilling than you’d expected, but you had taken a few photos and gotten some good notes for an article you could write up next week.

“Y/N!” Charlotte’s voice sounded over the crowd, the student section calm for the time being as the game wasn’t going on currently. Her little blonde head popped up, shooting you a smile and you grinned back at her, heading towards where she was sitting.“Hey lady, you looked good out there!” Charlotte hugged you as you sat down next to her, the smell of beer and popcorn overwhelming you.

“Thanks, Char.” You grinned, glancing around at the crew she was sitting with. The usual gang all said hi and your friend Wes sat down on the other side of you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.

“Long time no see Y/L/N.” He smiled down at you, his arm falling off your shoulders and resting behind your lower back. “You look great!”

“Thanks, Wes.” You smiled softly, leaning into him to rest your pained back.

Admittedly, you and Wes had tried out being more than just friends –more than a few times. It never got past some intense make outs, the forced dates were awkward and uncomfortable. There were never any hard feelings, always having a soft spot for each other. If Wes was somewhere, you were bound to be by his side, a bit of a comfort blanket for you in any situation. Soon, the second half started and the entire section stood back up, a groan escaping your mouth as your feet ached from the tall heels. Wes’s long arm wrapped around your waist, hiking you up into his side a bit to take some pressure off your feet.

“Thanks Weswey.” You smiled up at him, his head shaking in embarrassment as you called him his nickname.

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At the end of the fourth quarter, the group of you decided to head out seeing the Bruins were up by a healthy margin. You followed Charlotte out of the stadium, Wes and a few of your other friends close behind. A wince escaped your mouth as you nearly twisted your ankle.

“Get on.” Wes rolled his eyes, crouching down in front of you –willing you to get on his back.

You were not going to argue, slipping your heels off into your left hand and hopping up onto his back, your free arm tightening around his shoulders.

The group of you made it about halfway to the parking lot before you heard Charlotte’s friendly voice shriek “Oh hey!”

You didn’t bother to lift your head from Wes’s neck,extremely tired and just ready to be home.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice spoke your name and you shot your head up, your face losing all color as your eyes connected with Grayson’s.

“Grayson, hey!” You smiled at him, hoping to defer any discomfort in the very uncomfortable situation. Charlotte’s eyes were wide and panicked behind you, desperately trying to find a way to help you. “Were you at the game?”

“Uh, yeah –I texted you at halftime.” He furrowed his brow, digging his hands into his pockets. You wanted to hop off of Wes’s back so badly and explain he was just trying to help your poor feet. Ethan and a crew of guys stood behind Charlotte, a look of discontent on Ethan’s face made your stomach flip.

“Oh, sorry, I haven’t checked my phone.” You laughed, wiggling your heels in the air. “Nearly broke my ankle so just needed a ride.”

Grayson squinted at you, still really confused why you were monkeyed onto some guy’s back. You understood why he was upset, but at the same time it wasn’t like you two were dating or anything. You had barely heard from him all week.

“Ah, well –good to see you.” He nodded, backing away from you, towards Ethan. “You too Charlotte.” He smiled down at your small friend, turning on his heel to stand beside Ethan who patted his brother's back assuringly.

“Fuck, Y/N. I should’ve warned you or something.” Charlotte groaned, the group continuing your walk to the parking lot.

“Who was that guy?” Wes questioned beneath you, his lanky legs blurring in your vision. Truly, you wanted to just fall off his back and curl up in a ball and die.

“Someone tripping over his feet for our sweet baby angel Y/N.” Charlotte teased, unlocking her car from a few feet away. Wes set you down and let you slide into the passenger seat, his arms wrapping around you for a quick hug.

“Well, I’m sorry if I caused any problem...” He apologized, his face sinking slightly.

“Don’t apologize Wes, thank you for carrying me –I'll see you soon!” You grinned up at him, shutting the door and sinking into Charlotte’s seat. A frustrated groan leaving your lips as she started to pull out of her parking spot.

—--

“Y/N you have to text him.” Charlotte nudged your knee with her socked foot, pausing the episode of Grey’s Anatomy on the TV. You looked at her and rolled your eyes, throwing your head back on the couch to let out a groan. “You probably hurt his feelings sooo much, you have to at least say something. It’s been an entire week.”

“He probably wants nothing to do with me, Char.” You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You had typed out a million messages to send Grayson after the game that day, but none of them could express what you wanted to say just right. He hadn’t reached out to you –understandably. For the first time in your life, you found yourself obsessively checking Instagram to see if he had pulled the trigger and unfollowed you. Surprisingly, he hadn’t yet, but you figured it would be coming soon…

“Well you can find out -” Charlotte snatched your phone out of your hand and shoved it in your face. “TEXT. HIM.”

“Ugh, FINE!” You screamed, throwing your hands up in frustration before gripping the phone and going to Grayson’s message thread. Geez, you really had no idea what to say –not only did you need to apologize for the Wes situation, but now you needed to apologize for how long it took you to say anything. Charlotte eyed you out of the side of her eye, pressing play on the TV, but making sure you actually followed through. About fifteen attempts later, you finally pressed send.

*Hey... I’m really sorry it took me this long to say something, but I really want to explain what happened last weekend.*

He responded rather quickly, making Charlotte smirk at you –like she knew he was just waiting to hear from you.

*Yeah I’d like to hear that explanation...*

A simple response, but enough to make you feel uneasy.*Can I call? It’s a lot to type out..*

The absolute last thing you wanted to do was stumble over your apology on a phone call, but you were having such a hard time finding the words to send to him in a text message.

*How about I come by? Be there in an hour?*

“Charlotte, he’s coming HERE-” You shrieked, burying your head into the pillow next to you. “I just wanted a phone call!”

“Looks like I’ll be spending the rest of the evening in my room...” She giggled, standing upto gather her things. “Be NICE, Y/N.”

—-

“Hey.” Grayson’s voice was quiet and deep as he stood on your front porch. Hands tucked deep into the pockets of his gray sweatpants, a simple white t-shirt clinging to his upper body. His hair was a bit damp -like he had just showered.

“Hi.” You muttered, stepping back from the door so he could step inside. Your socked feet lead him into your small bedroom, a small smile played on his lips as he looked around at your space.

“Cute posters.” He teased, nodding towards the decades old Jonas Brothers’ posters accompanied by new and improved ones. He sunk down onto the edge of your bed, kicking his shoes off and getting himself comfortable.“So...”

The nerves were racking your body, finding it extremely difficult to speak. The Bruins hoodie you wore just barely covered your upper thighs, a pair of Nike spandex shorts on underneath. “Last weekend.” You brought up the dreaded topic and sat down next to him on the edge of the bed.

“Yea... last weekend.” He glanced over at you, his brow furrowing in thought. “I’m sorry I made that so awkward.”

You shook your head, staring down at your hands. “Wes is just a friend –honestly –I just didn’t know how to explain that to you when I was glued to his back...”

“It didn’t really look like you two were just friends?” He turned to face you a little more directly, his jaw clenching and unclenching with every breath.

“Long-term best friends.” You assured him, pulling your knees to your chest. Yes, you were lying a little bit, but trying to explain to Grayson that you’d ever been more with Wes didn’t seem like a good idea for the current moment. “I didn’t text sooner because I didn’t know what to say... you seemed really upset with me.”

“Well... yeah.” He rolled his eyes at you, inching away from you slightly –he was clearly still irritated. “That’s my bad though, I think I just got a little ahead of myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not like we are dating or anything.” He shrugged, connecting his hazel eyes to your y/e/c ones. “We’re just friends too. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous.” His voice was cold and serious, it sent chills down your spine. For a moment, you felt your face fall –showing your emotion. Quickly, you pulled the corners of your mouth up into a small smile, hopeful Grayson didn’t see the quick falter.

“Right -yea.” You nodded at him confidently. He smiled at you widely, his eyes crinkling up in amusement as he patted his knees, standing up off your bed. Honestly, you were confused. Why had he driven all the way here to just... tell you that you two were just friends?

“Well, now that we got that worked out...” he stood up and slipped his shoes back on, his hands tucked back into his pockets. “I’m gonna head out.” He wasn’t making eye contact with you, but you weren’t really sure what to say. You almost felt as if he was being... mean to you?

“Oh, um ��yeah.” You muttered awkwardly, standing up next to him, nearly jogging behind him down the hallway. “Bye?”

He stepped out the door and waved behind his back quickly, sliding in his car and taking off. Scattered thoughts flew across your mind as he drove away. What had just happened? Honestly, in the short few weeks you’d known this guy it was like you’d met three different versions of him. Nice, cookie-cutter, standard Youtube boy you expected. Shy, painfully awkward, expected 19 year old. Then this one –mean, cold, and sarcastic definitely unexpected. You shook your head, heading back towards your room.

As you laid down for the night, your fingers quickly tapped your phone screen –a nightly habit you were slowly forming. As you clicked on your list of followers and searched Grayson’s name, you couldn’t help the tears welling up in your eyes as you realized he no longer followed you. Angrily, you went to his page and unfollowed him, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of you being another fangirl.

——-

“He isn’t going to be there, Y/N.” Charlotte assured you, rummaging through your closet to find you a cute outfit for the night. “He was at ONE party.”

“But what if he is?!”You groaned, still tucked firmly under your covers –convinced you were not going to this massive party.

“Well, then you’re gonna look good as hell so he regrets how he treated you!” Charlotte tossed a few pieces of clothing at you and pointed towards your bathroom. “Get dressed –it's almost 9!”

As Charlotte did your hair and makeup, you tried to calm down the nerves racing through your body. After you unfollowed Grayson, you hadn’t heard from him –not that you expected to. He was active on Instagram, posting stories daily, but you resisted watching them. Honestly, you were still pissed off. You had taken down the picture he took of you and made your Instagram private again. At one point this week you had even deleted the app off your phone.

——

Your tall black wedges clicked on the pavement as you walked arm in arm with Charlotte towards the large house. She had curled your hair, pinning a few pieces back from your face. The black leather shorts and long-sleeved white body suit showed off all of your curves and accentuated your skin-tone. As much as you hoped Grayson wasn’t anywhere near this party, part of you wished he would be, so you could ignore him and show him what he’s missing.

——-

“Woah, woah, Y/N -slow down.” Charlotte hissed as you downed your sixth shot of the night. You could feel the effects already, but at this point you really didn’t' want to feel anything.

As soon as you walked into the party you immediately made eye contact with Grayson –you knew he saw the startled look in your eyes when he leaned over to whisper to his brother, a laugh falling from his lips. Since then, you and Charlotte had been in the kitchen playing a game with a few others –you were losing on purpose so you could drink as much as possible.

“Come on, grumpy –let's dance.” You yanked Charlotte behind you, heading back into the main room where you knew Grayson was. Your body intertwined with Charlotte’s the two of you slowly moving your bodies back and forth to the song blaring through the house. The euphoria of feeling slightly out of your mind and dancing to a loud song soon hit you, all thoughts of Grayson leaving your mind.

—-

“There’s no way in hell I’m jumping in the pool.” Charlotte backed away from the group of you playing truth or dare –shaking her head vigorously. Most of the party had moved outside as it was getting a bit too steamy in the confined space. You and about ten other people were playing truth or dare and Charlotte had just been dared to jump into the pool.

At this point you weren’t really sure how much you had had to drink –watching Grayson talk to a beautiful blonde girl in the corner had made you take at least 6 more shots. She was exactly the type of girl you had pictured him with, so you were trying your best to not be able to remember any of this tomorrow. Charlotte continued screeching about how unfair this dare was for a few seconds before her small body was suddenly being shoved into the illuminated pool by a red-headed guy in a snapback.

“What is wrong with you?” You shouted at him, looking frantically at the pool as Charlotte thankfully had resurfaced. Her eyes were shooting daggers at the kid who thought this was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

As you leaned down to help her out of the pool, the jerk placed his hands on your upper back firmly and shoved. Soon your entire body was engulfed by cool water, anger raging through you as you swam up to the top and gripped the edge of the pool next to Charlotte.

“Dude, what the hell?” A familiar voice sounded from the other side of the pool, his jaw was locked, eyes glued to the red-head. Ethan stood next to him, fists clenched as he followed his younger brother around the edge of the pool. Soon they were standing face to face with the red-head –both more than a few inches taller than him.

“You think that’s funny? Harassing women?”

“It was a joke man, relax.” The kid held his hands up in defense, scurrying away quickly before either of them had a chance to act further. While this was happening, Charlotte had managed to pull herself out of the pool, her small black dress clinging to her body, but mostly unharmed. As she held her hand out to help you, you shook your head at her, motioning down to your soaked –now see-through –white body-suit. She gasped, burying her face in her hands as she realized you weren’t wearing a bra either. Grayson soon turned his attention to the two soaked women next to him –Charlotte crouched down next to you.

He furrowed his brow at you, motioning around with his hand -“Y/N get out of the pool?” Ethan stood behind his brother, making sure the rest of the party went back to their business.

“She can’t.” Charlotte glared up at him.

“And why can’t she?” Grayson shot back at her, frustration evident in his voice.

“My shirt is seeee through.” You rolled your eyes at him, the liquid courage making your words a little slower and your confidence sky-rocket.

Honestly at this point you really would have just gotten out of the pool, not really caring that you were practically naked. Thankfully, Charlotte knew this and was holding your shoulder down in the water so you couldn’t hop out.

“Oh.” Grayson muttered, his eyes going straight to the ground –clearly unsure what to do.

“Here.” Ethan spoke up behind him, stepping forward to hand Charlotte his denim jacket that was once on his shoulders. Charlotte grinned up at him softly as the two boys stepped away, turning their backs to you as Charlotte helped you out of the pool and wrapped the jacket around you –successfully covering you up.

“Thank you.” You shouted at Ethan, making them both turn around to look at you. Charlotte was busy untying your shoes as they walked back over to where you stood. Ethan just nodded at you, as if he would have given the clothes off his back for anyone.

“Yea thanks.” Charlotte confirmed, standing up next to you –a firm arm around your waist as she noticed your unsteadiness. “We should probably head home... come on Y/N.”

She attempted to tug you along with her towards the back gate, but you stomped your bare feet into the grass. “No, wait!” You slurred, pointing a finger at Grayson. “Why Grayson?”

“Why?” He shot at you, confused.

“Why’d you lead me on –when you know you don’t like girls like me –why?” Your voice trailed off at the end of your rant, your confidence faltering and lower lip trembling as he looked at you incredulously. Never in your life would you have yelled at a man like this - drunk or not.

“What are you talking about?” He spoke quietly, his voice deep and serious. Ethan stood facing away from the three of you, truly minding his business until he was needed. “I didn’t lead you on, Y/N.”

You felt your lower lip tremble more aggressively, tears welling up in your eyes and spilling onto your cheeks as Charlotte comfortingly gripped your wrist. Sobs escaped your lips and even drunk you knew how much you were embarrassing yourself.

“Bye guys...” Charlotte muttered, tugging you along with her –you fully complying this time as Grayson watched you walk away sobbing, not stopping you once.

#grayson dolan #adolanables #ethan dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan smut #grayson #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan #influenced!grayson #influenced #grayson imagine #dolan fanfic

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The Alpha WIP

A/N: This is currently a Work in Progress,Since I still need to write Part 1! But I’ve found it’s easier for me to write what is in My head atm instead of trying to force a cohesive plot.I know the general plot of The Alpha,i just need to put it into words.And if what’s in My head is long enough and makes sense,I will post it here.

In case anyone needs some back story though I will say that My OC Marianna is a Telekinetic Werewolf,her Alpha being Peter. They fell in love when she was human and she is around 18 when the story starts. Her personality is a cross between Haley Marshall and Lydia Martin (Her BFF). Marianna is a part of The Hale Pack. More Info about her is HERE.

Part 3 is a mixture of Season 4B and Season 6A of Teen Wolf. Of which Marianna has saved Peter and Lydia from Eichen House but she,as well as The Group have no memories of them.

Part 3:Say You’ll Remember

The Sky was dark and the clouds heavy with rain when Marianna finally returned to Stiles House. She saw him anxiously waiting on the steps for her. Stiles looked up quickly when he heard Marianna's boots on the gravel,she had changed in the car. He rushed over to her,enveloping Marianna in a hug.

"Oh thank God,I wasn't sure you'd make it out of there." Stiles exclaimed rubbing Marianna's head.

Marianna grinned and replied,her head on his chest. "Stiles I'm a Werewolf remember."

"Oh Right." Stiles let go then,putting a hand to her cheek and asked. "Did you find Peter and Lydia?"

Marianna frowned,nodding. "Yes but I still don't remember Peter." She looked up at Stiles. "Do you remember Lydia?"

Stiles shook his head no. "I feel like we should though." He said biting his lip.

"Scott said we should." Marianna replied. "Anyway I got them out but I don't know where they went."

"We'll find them. I'm just glad you're okay." Stiles says softly as he leans down to give Marianna a gentle kiss.

They don’t notice a Man staring at them from a distance. Hidden by the dark.

It was then that Marianna heard more then saw,A shadow pass by,followed by a low growl,then a cry from Stiles as he is ripped away from her and flung to the ground. Marianna starts to go to Stiles who is laying with a hand to his face. Then she stops and looks over at the man,or Werewolf rather,who had done it. Marianna noticed his dark slicked back hair and all black attire but she also noticed the claws on his hands and the fangs jutting out as he snarled at Stiles,his eyes glowing and his body rigid,ready to take another swipe or bite at the boy.

Marianna recognized that look and not just because she had seen Scott,Derek or her Pack wolf out. This was different this wasn't out of protectiveness,because I mean c'mon it was Stiles,but Jealousy and possessiveness...over her. Because this Wolf was... "My Alpha." Marianna whispered in shocked realization as her memories started to return,one after the other. Marianna knew something had been missing,she just hadn't known what. ((How could I forget you...)) She thought tearfully. Marianna see's him advance towards Stiles,who has a wide eyed fearful look on his face,as Peter raised a clawed hand up.

"Peter Stop!" Marianna screams out. Peter stops then as he seems to snap out of his wolf haze long enough to slowly bring his eyes towards Marianna,his eyes dim,though his claws are still out,fangs still extended,But Marianna knew he was in control of himself,Peter just wanted to show Hierarchy. Like Stiles didn't already know... Peter walks over to Marianna,a look of relief and longing passing over his features. "Marianna...do you remember me?"

"I do now. You're My Alpha,My Mate." She tells him with a smile as he takes her into his arms,searching her eyes. "I heard you Howl,you came to save us. But then you left so I went to find you and I found you with Stiles..." Peter snarls,looking down at the boy and gripping Marianna's arms. "Why were you..?" Marianna shakes her head. "I'll tell you later,but first-" She is interrupted by a scream. "Stiles?!" Marianna looks to find a Strawberry Blond haired girl running over to kneel by Stiles. Marianna smiles in relief at her,Lydia. "Are you okay?" Lydia asks Stiles tearfully. That same recognition and love as Marianna had towards Peter,lights up Stiles face as he remembers her. "I am now." Stiles reply's as Lydia kisses him. Marianna turns back to her Wolf putting her arms around his neck. "See you have nothing to worry about. Stiles is with Lydia again. You can show dominance in other ways,I'm sure." She finishes with a cheeky grin.

Peter's eyes light up at her suggestion as he pulls Marianna closer,his canines returning to normal as he gives her a deep kiss.

But as they walk to the car,Peter puts a hand around Marianna's waist and growls in her ear. "Don't think we're done talking about you and The Boy just yet." Marianna rolls her eyes with a smirk. "Lets just go home Alpha." ~~~~~ Once they reach The Loft,Marianna gets out of the car,Peter close behind,They hadn't said a word the whole ride,Marianna could still feel Peter simmering at the thought of Stiles and her together. Marianna walks into the loft,her back to Peter,as he slowly shuts the heavy doors behind them. "I know you're still upset. I can feel it." Marianna says without looking at him.

Peter lets out a sound of frustration. "I don't like thinking of you with that kid." (( Or anyone else for that matter.)) Peter thought to himself. "Why would you be with that Human and not me?!" Peter raged trying to contain his anger he balled his clawed hands into fists.

Marianna whirls on him. Both of there eyes glowing like Yellow and Red Embers. "Because I didn't remember you! They took you and Lydia away and our memories where erased. Stiles was there for me,we were childhood friends and we found comfort in each other." Peter's eyes dimmed to there normal electric Blue and claws shrank,he seemed to calm down as he listened to her side. Marianna walked over to Peter and slowly took his hands. "I still felt like something was missing,we both did. Like finding the blue flower you gave me,pressed between the pages of a book and wondering why it made me sad or waking up crying for no reason or feeling like I should be waiting for someone after school. I subconsciously knew something was different,I just didn't know what." Marianna tells him all this,Peter's eyes never leaving hers.

"Mari...I didn't know,I just thought you forgot about us,about me. That you had moved on." Peter admitted frowning,his eyes go wide with realization and sadness.

"Wait...Without me you didn't have an Alpha,you're not an Omega,so...who became your Alpha?" Peter asked,though she could tell it had been hard to say.

"Scott." Marianna answered.

Peter's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Scott?"

Marianna gives him a look,still holding hands. "Hey he's My brother,A True Alpha,besides Derek's gone and I couldn't remember you. Scott remembered I had an Alpha had disappeared,he just didn't know who.,he knew I needed one so he offered." Peter smirked. "Well it looks like I didn't underestimate Scott after all." Sudden;y Peter pulls Marianna towards him,letting out a low growl that rumbles from deep within his chest. "But now I'm back Sweetheart and you don't need Scott or Stiles for any of that. Not anymore." Marianna places a hand on his chest,her eyes lowering as she grins. " I don't know...It's been so long without you. I think I might have forgotten."

Peter gives her a wolfish grin as they lock eyes,both glowing shades of Orange. "Then let me remind you what a real Alpha feels like My Little She Wolf." With that Peter kisses her passionately,as Marianna wraps her legs around Peter's lean waist he sits her onto the table with one hand,the other tangled in her hair.

#Peter Hale Imagine #Peter x OC #peter hale smut #teen wolf WIP

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lilyvandersteen · 4 years

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Out of the Blue: Chapter 1

Presenting: my Blaine Big Bang 2020 story!

A huge big thank you to my beta @hkvoyage for her invaluable feedback and never-flagging encouragement, and to my artist @redheadgleek for the lovely cover art she made for this fic!

I hope you enjoy this story, and by all means, let me know what you think, I love hearing from you :-)

Links: AO3, FF.net)

Chapter 1: Plus One

Between him and Darcy there was a very steady friendship, in spite of a great opposition of character. -- Bingley was endeared to Darcy by the easiness, openness, ductility of his temper, though no disposition could offer a greater contrast to his own, and though with his own he never appeared dissatisfied.

(An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen)

“What do you need a plus one for? A charity dinner?” Blaine asked, buttering a piece of baguette and taking a big bite. He’d been up and about since six that morning, and was too hungry to wait until his soup was heated up.

Cooper grinned. “A wedding. This Saturday.”

“Oh no, no, no, not again! Remember that drunk old man the last time who kept groping me? I’m not coming with you. No way.

Cooper put his arm around Blaine’s shoulder. “Now, Blainey, don’t be like that. We’ve always had good times at these weddings together, haven’t we? I love this new hobby of mine! Relieves more stress than a deep tissue massage. Touching ceremonies, good food, singing and dancing, and tons of people in the mood for some fun. Can’t fathom why I ever turned down wedding invitations before. Why did I? Oh yeah, probably because I worked 24/7. Glad I’m past that stage now. It’s way more fun spending money than making it. And everybody loves the gifts I show up with at weddings. Remember that time I bought the newlyweds a brand new Aston Martin? They were so happy!”

Well, it was certainly true that Cooper had worked his ass off to get where he was now. When Blaine was a child, his brother starred in so many ads that Blaine saw him more often on television than in real life. And then, Cooper had moved away to Los Angeles to start his own advertising business, and in a few years, his firm had become a household name. The flipside of that was that Cooper hardly ever came home for a visit anymore. He missed even Christmas, and though he sent amazing presents for Blaine’s birthdays, he never once showed up.

Cooper HAD been there when it mattered, though. When Blaine ended up in hospital after the Sadie Hawkins dance, Coop had dropped everything and flown to Ohio immediately, where he’d spent the next weeks entertaining Blaine by reading to him and singing with him and telling funny stories about shoots he’d done.

And when Blaine graduated high school and his father refused to pay for college because he wanted to study music composition instead of something ‘practical’, Cooper had smoothed the way at once. He had relocated to New York, bought a brownstone close to the NYU campus and invited Blaine to come live with him, ‘to keep him company’, and had paid him handsomely to help him out with work, doing odd jobs. In no time, Blaine had learned how to build sets, apply make-up, spray long hair to make it look enticingly windswept, arrange food on a plate in the most appetizing way and produce all sorts of sound effects. He’d even written a jingle or two – which made him money every time it was played on the radio and on TV!

By the time school started, Blaine had found out that Cooper had paid his NYU attendance fees and bought all his course books for him.

Cooper had waved away Blaine’s thanks. “You’ve worked hard this summer, and I know I’ll be able to count on you again when I need you.”

“Of course.”

And in the years that followed, Cooper did call on him from time to time, but he made sure not to overtax his brother, and to leave him alone when he had too much school work.

Yes, all in all, Cooper was an amazing brother. Blaine just wished he’d get another hobby. He hated being tagged along to a wedding where he didn’t know anybody.

Cooper shot Blaine a winning smile and turned his laptop in Blaine’s direction. “And these two have such INTERESTING things on their wedding registry list. Look! They’re asking for a Louis XV pet pavilion. And look at this Swarovski-studded cat flap! It’s all cat stuff. I don’t think there’s one thing on the list that’s for themselves. Isn’t that FASCINATING? Oh, I want to go!”

“So take your secretary,” Blaine suggested. “Or that leggy blonde that sneaked out of the house at five o’clock this morning.”

“Ew, no! They’d both think I was serious about them if I took them to a wedding.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother. “Why don’t you go stag, then?”

Cooper pouted. “But it’s no fun turning up there all by my lonesome! I won’t know anyone!”

“What do you mean you don’t know anyone?” Blaine probed. “It’s not the daughter of a business associate this time?”

“Nope.”

“A friend from high school or a cousin twice removed who knows you’re filthy rich now and wants a piece of that?”

Cooper shook his head. “Nope and nope.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re crashing a wedding you’re not even invited to? Not again! One day, you’re going to get in trouble for that, and you will only have yourself to blame!”

Cooper grinned and fanned himself with an ivory card. “Nope. Got the invitation right here!”

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. “So what, you got a wedding invite from total strangers?”

“Weeell…” Cooper drawled, letting the sentence trail off with a shoulder wiggle.

“Well what?”

Cooper studied the photograph on the invitation and tilted his head to the side. “It’s possible I slept with one of the brides. The blonde one looks kind of familiar.”

Blaine side-eyed his brother. “Kind of? As in, you’re not even sure?”

Cooper shrugged. “Hard to keep track of them all.”

Blaine sniffed in disgust.

Cooper studied the card again. “But I’m 80% sure. And isn’t it sporting of her to invite me to her wedding? I don’t want to get married, but I’m all for other people tying the knot. And inviting me to the party.”

The microwave pinged, and Blaine got his soup out and started to eat, paying no more attention to his ridiculous brother.

Cooper left him alone for a few minutes, scrolling through the wedding registry and occasionally exclaiming about another idiotic cat accessory. Then he wheedled, “Come with me? Pretty please? With cherries and cream on top? I really want to go!”

Blaine glared at Cooper. “No. Find someone else. I have essays to work on this weekend, and I have a gig Sunday evening. An actual paying gig this time, not just an open mic thing. So I have to be sober and well rested. I want them to ask me back.”

Cooper pouted. “Ruin my fun.”

“Oh, I’m all for you having fun,” Blaine said, rinsing out his bowl and putting it in the dishwasher. “Just don’t expect me to tag along.”

He took his satchel and headed towards his room, but Cooper stopped him with a hand on his arm. “I’ll buy you a vintage Martin guitar like that guy from across the street has. I’ve seen you looking, that time he invited us for a barbecue. More hungry for that guitar than for the ribs and sausages Ted was grilling.”

“He doesn’t even PLAY it!” Blaine whined. “It’s hanging on the wall for show. Because it costs the earth. Why would you buy a guitar that sounds THAT good to just hang it on a wall?”

Coop nodded. “Exactly. You would never. That’s settled then. I’ll get you your guitar, and you’ll come to the wedding with me. Thanks, squirt, I knew I could count on you!”

And off he was, taking the stairs two at a time, whistling.

Blaine stared after him, then shook his head and chuckled. Coop always knew how to get his way. All right then, where was his grey suit?

#bbb2020 #blaine big bang 2020 #klaine fanfiction #my fic #out of the blue

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH12

It’s ya boooooy! Malin is here!! Super huge shout out to @salty-french-fry for bringing him to life. I commissioned her to draw all of my OC hero babies, so you can see Malin in all of his anime boy glory here! We stan a trans bicon. And for those who are unaware, Malin is another name for fox in French, but like with the connotation of calling someone sly or tricky. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I tweaked it quite a bit from the original. ;)

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Chapter 12: WTF Do I Know

“I know our duty is to the city, but I can’t help these feelings stirring my heart. Every time I see her brilliant blue eyes shining in the moonlight, I am overcome with passion and admiration. She truly is Miraculous.” Eliott looked to Marinette sitting cross-legged on the floor for approval. “How was that?”

“Incredible! You really have Chat Noir down,” she said.

Eliott rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks, but I still feel like I could do better. Opening night is only a week away, and I’m playing one of the leads. Everything has to be perfect.” He paced the length of the stage, adjusting his black mask.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. You make a wonderfully convincing Chat Noir.” She assured him—and she should know.

“Wonderfully convincing isn’t perfect. This play is a tribute to Ladybug and Chat Noir’s triumph on Heroes’ Day. If I screw up then I’ll be dishonoring them.” He turned and gestured to the impressive backdrop of the Eiffel Tower.

“No, you won’t.” Marinette stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re an amazing actor, and I know you’re gonna kill it.”

“Places in five everyone!” The director swept through the stage.

Stagehands rushed around the set. Costume designers made last-minute alterations, and each prop was meticulously tested and placed for ease of access during scene changes. Marinette never realized how chaotic theater was behind the scenes.

Eliott let a deep breath past his lips, and Marinette offered him a smile. “I’ll be watching in the audience. You’re gonna do great.”

“Thanks, Marinette,” he said. “And thanks for coming to watch our dress rehearsal.”

“Thanks for inviting me.”

“Sorry I’m so crazy about everything, I just want to be the best.” He fiddled with his gloves. “I’ve been studying English since I was little because my dream is to perform on Broadway. I know it’s a long shot, but it’s what I’ve wanted ever since my grandma and I watched a play together when I was a kid.”

“You’ll get there, and I’ll be sitting in the front row with Macy, Martin, and Adrien.”

Eliott smiled at that, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “I actually owe you, Marinette. You’ve helped me a lot as an actor since we met.”

“Me? How?”

“You taught me to take risks. Before I met you, I was just coasting through life, staying out of the way, playing it safe, but now I can stand up for other people and speak out,” he explained. “You helped me find the courage to step outside my comfort zone.”

Her cheeks burned, but she smiled at the sentiment. All of her new friends gave praise so easily—something Marinette wasn’t used to. Helping others wasn’t about getting rewarded, and in most cases, the attention just made her squirm. She helped her friends because she cared. Although, even if their compliments embarrassed her, it was nice to know she was appreciated.

“Watch where you’re going!” A nasally voice grabbed their attention.

“Sorry!” A tiny stagehand shrank under the icy glare of her aggressor.

Eliott sprang into action to diffuse the situation. “Margot, is there a problem?”

“She bumped into me! Can you imagine if I had fallen and broken my wrist a week before opening night? How can I play Ladybug with a broken wrist?” Margot shouted.

Eliott stepped between her and the stagehand, holding up defensive hands. “I’m sure it was just an accident. No one got hurt, so why don’t you go cool off? We’re almost ready to start.”

“Ugh, whatever. Just stay out of my way!”

As she stalked off, Eliott turned to the small girl. “Are you okay, Lisette?”

“You know my name?” Her eyes widened.

“Of course. You hand me my props before I go on stage,” he said. “Don’t let Margot get to you. She’s just nervous because the show is in a week, and it’s her first time playing a lead.”

“It was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” Lisette said.

Eliott tucked a strand of her blonde hair back into place, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We’re all a little high strung right now.”

“You’re not.”

Eliott flashed her a playful grin. “I’m a good actor.”

“I know,” she said, and when Eliott quirked a brow she fumbled to add, “I-I’ve kind of had to watch you for the past several months. You’re really good.”

“Wow, thanks, Lisette. I’m flattered that a pretty girl like you is a fan of mine,” Eliott said.

Her cheeks flushed, and she gave a small nod before scurrying off to her position at the director’s order.

Marinette couldn’t help the smile on her lips as Eliott found his mark and took a few deep breaths to center himself. He’d grown a lot since they met, and if someone had to play Chat Noir, she was glad it was him. She’d been uncertain at first, but Eliott really was worthy of being a hero, even if his costar was the worst. How could they cast such a brat to play Ladybug?

Taking her seat in the audience, Marinette thought back to her encounter with Gabrielle several nights prior. True to her word, Gabrielle hadn’t bothered them since, but what she was doing out on her own like that? And what was up with the apron in her bag? Something fishy was going on with her, but at least she was keeping her word. It was about time Marinette got some peace and quiet.

♪♫♪ I’m Not Calling You a Liar ♪♫♪

When the school bell rang, Alya remained seated, lips pursed. Her other classmates gathered their backpacks, eager to enjoy their weekend plans. Adrien paid her no mind as he slung his bag over his shoulder and followed everyone else out. They hadn’t spoken since their last encounter, and Alya still wasn’t sure what to think. He sounded so sure of himself. After being friends with Marinette, she knew far more about Adrien Agreste than she ever cared to, and truthfully, Alya didn’t think he was capable of being malicious.

Don’t believe everything Lila tells you. Be a journalist. Investigate.

But how? It’s not like Alya could just call up a bunch of celebrities and foreign princes to ask them to corroborate all of Lila’s stories, and even if she could, what would Lila think if they proved Adrien wrong? Or worse, what would Alya think if they proved him right? If they proved Marinette right…

It had been two weeks since she left. Two weeks since they… Alya had been hurt at first, and her heart still ached thinking about it now. In the grand scheme of things, she hadn’t known Marinette that long—only a few months—so it was possible that there were things Alya didn’t know about her. Dark secrets she kept hidden. But if that were possible for Marinette, couldn’t the same be true for Lila? And why was Alya so afraid to go looking?

“Alya? Did you hear me?”

She blinked out of her trance. “Sorry, what?”

“You’ve been awfully spacey lately,” Lila remarked. “I was just saying that I have an important meeting today with my youth ambassadors committee. Clara Nightingale has promised to sponsor our clean water initiative, and today’s the only day we can meet with her. Is there any way you can take care of that thing Mlle. Bustier needed for me?”

Don’t believe her.

“Actually, Lila, I have to go pick up my little sisters because Nora has practice this afternoon, and Mlle. Bustier did ask you to do it,” Alya said.

Lila’s eyebrows raised, but just as quickly, she puckered her lips into a pout. “Is there any way you could have Nino pick up your sisters? This meeting is really important.”

“Nino promised Juleka he’d help Kitty Section with their sound system today so they can practice before their gig this weekend.” Her heart pounded as Lila’s lip twitched.

“I mean, I guess I can put off my meeting. Those kids in India will just have to go a little while longer without clean drinking water…” Lila eyed her.

“Ya know, if you’re too busy to keep up with your class rep stuff, you can always tell Mlle. Bustier to let us elect someone else. I’m sure everyone would understand,” Alya said pointedly.

“And let Chloe become the class rep again? I couldn’t do that to you guys.” Lila shook her head.

“True, but I can’t cover for you all the time. I have my own stuff going on. Maybe I’m not saving third world countries, but sometimes I have a life to live too,” Alya said. “You were elected to do all of this, you know.”

“No, I understand,” Lila sighed. “I’ve been putting too much pressure on you to do my job. It’s just so hard to juggle going to school and saving the world. I’ll figure out a way to do it for all of you because you’re my friends, and my friends are just as important to me as any starving, third-world country.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that you’ll be putting in more effort.” Alya stood up. “Have a good weekend.”

“Oh, I’m sure my weekend will be better than those thirsty children in Iran.”

Alya stopped in the doorway. “Don’t you mean in India?”

“What?”

“Earlier you said the meeting was for children in India. Now you just said Iran,” Alya said.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I meant,” Lila said. “I have a different thing for Iran next week. It’s hard to keep everything straight when you’re so busy.”

“Right.” Alya’s eyes narrowed. “Well, good luck.”

“Give your sisters a hug for me!”

Alya’s hands shook as she headed up the hall. It was probably nothing, just a simple mix up like she said, but… Given the circumstances, it was a little suspicious. One thing was certain: Alya would be keeping an eye on her.

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“Your rehearsal was amazing,” Marinette said afterward over tea. “Well, except for Margot’s prop mishap. I thought she was going to have a meltdown.”

Eliott stirred his drink with a smirk. “She’s a great actress until something goes wrong,” he chuckled. “I just feel bad for Lisette. She looked like she wanted to kill her.”

“Speaking of Lisette…” Marinette gave him a knowing look. “I think she might have a crush on you.”

“Lisette? Nah.” Eliott averted his gaze, taking a sip of his tea. “I’m not anyone important. There’s no way she’d be into me.”

“That’s not true. You’re an amazing actor,” Marinette said. “I mean that, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Thanks, I guess the thought of someone liking me just makes me nervous.” He bit his lip.

“Come on. You flirt with everyone all the time,” Marinette said. “You flirted with me on my first day of school.”

“Flirting is different. Just because I flirt with people doesn’t mean they have to like me back,” he said, then biting his lip, added, “Do you really think she likes me?”

“As someone who struggles to get two coherent sentences out around the boy she likes, I think she likes you more than you know,” Marinette said.

“Speaking of… You and Adrien sure seem to get along.” He sipped his tea with a satisfied smirk as Marinette’s cheeks burned. He didn’t waste any time flipping the script, but it was her fault for opening that door.

“Oh, do we? I mean, of course we do. We’re just friends, I don’t have feelings for him at all,” she said with a nervous titter.

“I never said you did,” Eliott said.

“Oh, um, yeah, well then I- don’t tell Macy.” She hung her head in defeat.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” He shrugged. “But you don’t have to worry about Macy’s crush. It’s superficial. She fixates on some famous guy for a while, then moves on when something new catches her eye.”

Marinette relaxed. “Good. I’ve just liked Adrien for a long time, and ever since I left my old school, he’s been paying more attention to me, so…I don’t want it to come between us.”

“Nah, I’m sure if she knew she’d back off,” Eliott assured her. “She’s extremely loyal to her friends and would never try to take away something you wanted even if she wants it too. One time she and I argued for twenty minutes because she convinced herself I wanted the last cookie on the plate. We ended up breaking it in half.”

“That’s a relief.” Marinette let out a breath.

“Though I do have to wonder which sounds better, Marinette Agreste or Adrien Dupain-Cheng?”

Marinette nearly choked on her tea. “Eliott!”

“I’m kinda partial to Adrien Dupain-Cheng myself.”

“Stop!” She covered her face, cheeks burning, and Eliott threw his head back with a laugh.

A herd of people stampeded up the sidewalk right before a loud crash sounded a few blocks over. Debris fell from the ceiling, and Eliott tackled Marinette to the ground, cradling her head.

“That sounded close, we should run.” He pulled her to her feet. “My yacht isn’t far from here, we can hide there.”

As much as she hated to do it, Marinette needed to get away. Gradually, she let herself slip from his grasp in the crowd. Eliott turned over his shoulder in an attempt to reach her again, but too many people stood between them.

“Marinette!”

“Go! I’ll catch up,” she called.

His eyebrows furrowed worriedly, but he pressed on without question.

Marinette ducked into a nearby alley and opened her purse. “Ready, Tikki? Transform me!”

Ladybug tossed her yoyo across the street, tugging the slack and launching herself into the rooftops. Racing down the row of buildings, she followed the civilian trail to the scene of the attack. Overturned cars and broken windows signaled that she was on the right track, and she arrived at the same time as Chat Noir.

“Well, well we meet again, m’lady.” His flirtatious lilt echoed between the buildings as he staff-coptered down to join her.

“I would hope so since saving the city is our job.” She flicked his bell. “I think it’s about time we clocked in, don’t you?”

“Ladies first.” Chat Noir bowed as Ladybug tossed her yoyo and shot into action. “Don’t mean to interrupt your tirade, but I’m gonna need to see some license and registration for that car,” he said as they landed. “What’s the matter? Rough break up?”

The akuma turned to them with a growl, tossing the car aside, and Ladybug spotted a small blonde girl cowering underneath.

“Civilian alert!”

“On it.” Chat Noir charged forward, brandishing his staff.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir! I am Showstopper, and I’m about to give Paris the performance of a lifetime after I get rid of her.”

The small girl on the ground cowered under Showstopper’s glare, her blonde buns oddly familiar…

Ladybug gasped. “That’s Lisette which means Showstopper must be Margot! She really was upset by that mistake.”

Lisette attempted to run, but Showstopper served a ball of light at her with the tennis racket—the lucky charm prop from the play and likely where the akuma was hiding. The attack froze Lisette in place, but before Showstopper could make her next move, she blocked a blow from Chat Noir’s staff. A few seconds passed, and the magic faded, sending Lisette toppling forward.

“So that’s it,” Ladybug said, then to Chat Noir called, “Don’t let her hit you, or she’ll freeze you for a few seconds!”

“Got it!” He dodged an orb.

Once Showstopper drove him back several paces, she dashed after Lisette, launching a bus to the end of the street to block the exit.

“Going somewhere?”

“No, but you are.” Ladybug hooked her yoyo around Showstopper’s ankle. Showstopper lobbed several orbs at her before she could pull the slack, and Ladybug backflipped out of the way, diving for cover with Chat Noir behind two flipped cars.

“We need a plan to get that girl out of here.” He peeked over the side.

Ladybug palmed her yoyo. “Lucky Charm!” Her eyebrows raised as a paper lantern landed in her hands.

“Oh great, you can light the way for her to wreck that girl,” Chat Noir said.

Ladybug pursed her lips contemplatively. “I need to go to Master Fu,” she said. “Can you handle things until I get back?”

“Just don’t keep me waiting too long.” Chat Noir nodded before they broke off.

Leaving in the middle of a battle was always risky, but this wasn’t a fight they could win alone. She just hoped that she could find an ally in time.

“Master Fu?” Marinette knocked, peeking her head inside.

“What is it, Marinette?” He glanced up from his book.

“I need to borrow a Miraculous to win this battle.”

Master Fu retrieved the Miracle Box from the phonograph and placed it on the mat in front of her. “Have you found someone you trust to wield it?”

Marinette contemplated her choices carefully, running strategies in her head. After she and Alya split up, she wasn’t sure she’d ever trust someone enough to replace Rena Rouge, but her new friends proved her wrong. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and reached for the fox. “I know exactly who to pick, and I won’t let you down this time.”

Master Fu offered her one of his proud, grandfatherly smiles. “You never have. I have always had faith in you, Marinette.”

Her chest swirled with pride as she stood up. “Transform me.”

Eliott’s yacht was empty when Ladybug touched down on the deck. He told Marinette to hide there, so she’d been certain it was where he’d be. Then again, Eliott wasn’t the same cowardly boy he’d been when they met, and he didn’t turn his back on a friend. She knew where to find him.

“Marinette?” His voice echoed between the buildings of the abandoned street, and he flinched when Ladybug landed behind him. “Ladybug! Thank goodness, have you seen my friend Marinette? We got separated, and I told her to meet at my yacht, but-”

“Don’t worry. She’s safe,” Ladybug said. “Actually, I need your help.”

“My help?” He arched a brow. “I mean, sure, I'll do anything.”

“Eliott Chasse, this is the Miraculous of the fox which grants the power of illusion. You will use it to fight for the greater good.” She extended the box to him.

“Whoa, you're giving me a Miraculous?” he gasped. “But wait, why me? What happened to Rena Rouge?”

“She's...not around.” Ladybug averted her gaze. “Will you help me?”

“I-I dunno. I think my friend Marinette would be way better at this than me.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Eliott…” Ladybug smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You are the right person for this job. Have courage and believe in yourself. That's all you need to be a superhero.”

Eliott pressed his lips together, then accepted the box with a nod. Shielding his eyes from the bright light, he gaped in disbelief as Trixx materialized. “Whoa!”

“My name’s Trixx. I’m a kwami, and if you want to transform all you have to say is ‘Trixx, transform me!’” she explained as Eliott fastened the clasp of the necklace.

“Alright then. Trixx, transform me!” When the orange light faded, Eliott examined his orange and white suit with wide eyes. “Wait, is this really happening?”

“Do you know how your powers work?” Ladybug asked. There was no time to waste.

“Of course. I studied news footage in preparation for my role as Chat Noir in an upcoming play. I wanted to accurately portray the team's dynamic,” he said.

“Good, then follow me.”

Ladybug tossed her yoyo and shot off. Eliott hesitated only briefly, taking a few steps before leaping over the building after her. He touched down lightly beside her before they shot off again.

“I know it's a lot to take in, but we don't have a lot of time,” Ladybug said. She pulled up the news coverage of the akuma. Showstopper had taken the battle all the way to the Eiffel Tower. She skidded to a stop behind a chimney and closed her yoyo. “Hmm…Lucky Charm!”

“A bottle of soap? At least the villain will be squeaky clean?” Eliott shrugged.

Ladybug turned it over in her hands, a plan forming in her mind. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do.”

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Showstopper held a frozen Lisette over the edge, and Chat Noir held up defensive hands as he attempted to negotiate.

“Hand over your Miraculous, or I'll drop her!”

“Maybe we can come to a compromise,” he reasoned, but Showstopper was in no mood.

“You have five seconds. One!”

“There has to be something else you want.”

“Two.”

“After all this is murder we're talking about.”

“Three!”

“I'm sure she didn't mean any harm.”

“Four!”

“Ladybug, hurry up!”

“Five!”

Before Chat could react, Showstopper released her grip, sending Lisette plunging toward her doom. Chat Noir attempted to dive after her, but Showstopper pitched another orb at him. To his relief, Ladybug swung in to deflect it just in time, but there was no time for gratitude.

“Ladybug! The girl!”

“Already taken care of,” she assured him.

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Lisette unfroze midway down, eyes widening in fear as the ground grew closer. Just as a scream reached her throat, Eliott caught her, carrying her safely back to the Eiffel Tower. Her screams echoed across the bars as she clung to him for dear life, but they quieted the moment she looked into his eyes.

“Falling from heaven, angel?” He set her down gently. “Stay hidden. Showstopper can't see you if we want our plan to work.”

She blinked in shock, cheeks flushing. “Wait!” She caught his wrist as he turned to leave. “W-Who are you?”

“Uh… Call me Malin.” He winked, giving a two-finger salute before leaping up to the rafters.

Malin summoned his Mirage on the way up, cheeks still hot. Now wasn’t the time to worry about what Lisette thought of him. First, he needed to save her.

“You're too late!” Showstopper proclaimed, and Malin cleared his throat.

“Are we?” He clocked a brow.

Showstopper spun around where Malin held his fake damsel. “No!” she growled.

“New friend?” Chat Noir sized him up.

“I'll tell you later,” Ladybug said.

Malin set his illusion free with instructions to run, and as expected, Showstopper gave chase. Ladybug really was a wizard at coming up with plans. When Chat Noir moved to follow, Malin stepped in front of him with a wink.

“Who are you?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

“Name's Malin, and you are one foxy feline in person, Chat Noir.” He looked him up and down.

“Less flirting, more running. Phase two,” Ladybug ordered. “Kitty, follow me and get ready to use your Cataclysm. Malin, you know what to do.”

“On it.” Malin nodded, leaping back over the edge with a whoop.

Showstopper pursued the fake Lisette to the second-floor restaurants, falling right into their trap. She skidded against the soapy floor as Malin's illusion faded before her eyes. A broom perched between two chairs clotheslined her, sending her tennis racket flying from her grasp right into Chat Noir's waiting Cataclysm.

Malin helped Margot up as Ladybug captured the akuma and returned everything to normal. “Seriously, losing your cool over a prop malfunction is so lame.” He chided. “You're playing Ladybug, so my suggestion is: take a lesson from the real thing and let go of that bad energy.”

Lisette peeked up from the stairs timidly, pacing over to join them. “I'm sorry your yoyo string was tangled. I should have checked it,” she said.

“Yeah, whatever.” Margot rolled her eyes. “Sorry I tried to throw you off the Eiffel Tower.”

“Technically, you did throw her off the Eiffel Tower,” Chat Noir said pointedly.

“You were awesome, Malin.” Ladybug nudged him with her elbow.

“It was your plan, all I did was help.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

Ladybug shook her head. “You saved this girl, and we couldn't have done it without you. Be proud. You're a true superhero.”

Malin bit back a smile, surveying his suit and squaring his shoulders with a new sense of purpose. Ladybug was right. He had his doubts when she asked him because he still had a long way to go before he would consider himself an actual hero. If anyone deserved the title without a Miraculous, it was Marinette, and he owed this opportunity to her. He never would have had the courage to accept Ladybug’s offer without her. It was a shame she’d never know how much she truly changed his life. Maybe one day he could tell her this secret, but for now, he’d wear his secret identity like an invisible badge of honor.

“Pound it!” The three heroes said in unison.

Malin turned to Lisette and bowed formally. “Perhaps I will save you again someday,” he said.

Lisette bit her lip before stretching up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Ladybug took his wrist and toted him off as a dopey grin spread across his lips. They retreated to a private corner at the base of the tower, and Malin returned the necklace to Ladybug. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Eliott shifted his gaze to his shoes with a sigh.

“What's wrong?” Ladybug asked.

“Nothing, just… Lisette kissed Malin, not Eliott.” He kicked at the ground.

“You really like her, don't you?” Ladybug asked.

Eliott flinched, rubbing the back of his neck. That morning the thought of falling in love with someone terrified him, but now… Maybe he hadn’t come down from his heroic high, but with Lisette’s kiss still burning on his cheek, he smiled.

“Yeah, I do,” he said.

“Well, Malin is very charming, but I think she might need someone to walk her home. Think Eliott can handle that?” Ladybug pointed to where Lisette was stepping off the elevator.

Have courage and believe in yourself.

On any other day, the fear of rejection would have convinced him to walk away, and maybe tomorrow it would. But today, today he wasn’t afraid.

“Lisette! Wait up.”

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Characters:Prince Liam x (mc) Lady Saige

Rating:Mature Content includes profanity, sexual content,talks about depression and attempted rape.

Word Count:3121

Disclaimer: All characters used are sole property of Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them for entertainment.

Summary:After a summer of a Lifetime Prince Liam thought he could have it all. He was carefree, free, and sharing time with the woman of his dreams. When life as easy a balancing act between love and duty, he realizes his truths are lies, wrong is right, and decisions do have consequences.Lady Saige never imagined she would be one of his consequences. When an act of utter horror throws her world into a tailspin.

Warning: This series contains subject matter of depression and hopelessness .The story may trigger certain individuals. Please be advised. If your reading this series you are acknowledging you are at least 18 +.

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Liam had his bright future in front of him. He enjoyed life as a royal, even the perks of his privilege. There was nothing that could bring down his passion for life. Being the spare, he had the enjoyment without the full responsibility. He faced each day with vigor and energy. He was rather subdued compared to his older brother Leo. He had his pick of many noble women in Cordonia, but this was a decision he did not take lightly. He spent so much time presenting an image to his family and nobles, but deep down he really craved normalcy.The summer was off to a great start, days at the beach, nights around his friends, this was his life. A young man of 25 he knew he could have his hearts desire if he wanted it, but he never anticipated what comes next.

Lady Saige was visiting her close friend, Duchess Olivia for the summer. They had met during freshman year at university. Olivia was studying abroad in Texas , when she met her best friend with a zest and fearlessness she envied. Saige was wide eyed to the world of nobility. She was looking to spending time with Liv attending balls, crisscrossing the countryside, and taking in the beauty that is Cordonia.

“Liv, this estate is beautiful… you live here all alone… with servants?”, her eyes collected the ambiance of the elegant foyer. “I have never seen anything like this outside of magazines.”, she smiles in awe.Saige feels her head moving around in 360 degree swivel. Her eyes could not process the overwhelming image of Lythikos.

Olivia stood with her arms crossed, green eyes lighting up from the grandness of hearing the accolades all in honor of of her home. “I’m just glad you're here Saige, I have been so anxious to have you here in my home country for the entire summer.”, they both giggle. Liv leads Saige up the stairs to her bedroom that will be her home for the next two months.Olivia watches as Saige slaps her hand over her mouth as she gasps from surveying the lavender suite dawning crystal chandeliers, spacious bolstered bed, and surrounding delicate antiquities. “ I can have the staff unpack your things while we meet up with some of my friends from my childhood if you’d like?”, Olivia smiles.

“Your friends huh?..what are they like? I have no idea how to act around nobility. What will they think of me?”,self doubt creeping up in her mind.

“They will think of you what I do… that your an amazing woman with a wit and sense of humor. You and I hit it off as friends almost immediately in Texas. I felt like a fish out of water.”, Liv laughs and shakes her head.

“ You mean … how I feel right now. Anyway that doesn’t matter, I’m just happy to reconnect with my friend.”, Saige grins and tosses her arm around Liv’s shoulder. “ So what plans do you have for us?”, she sighs.

“Nothing too much, just having a seafood boil at the beach… followed by a bonfire. Trust me … you will enjoy it. The guys are great.. there’s Drake, Kiara, Penelope, ...and Liam.”, she hesitates with the last name. Olivia releases a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding.

Saige pauses, watching Olivia quizzically, “ why do I feel like there is a story there? Saige lifts her chin in the direction of Olivia… “ spill.”

“Saige … there’s nothing to spill, I lived with Liam’s family for awhile after my parents died. They were kind to me… he was kind to me. We grew to be best friends, I wouldn’t trade him for the world.” Olivia plops down on the edge of the bed, as if contemplating how much to share. She decides to let Saige in on the truth, “ there was a brief time that I thought I could possibly have feelings for him, but I realized it was more gratitude for him being there for me over the years. I have actually been seeing someone...but no one knows about us. Liam doesn’t even know about us.”

“Why would it matter if Liam knew about you dating someone?”,she grills her friend.

“Maybe because.. it’s… it’s his best friend. We all grew up together… I detested him growing up, so smug and condescending. You will meet him this afternoon, but you cannot tell anyone.”, Liv demands.

“How could I tell your secret to a group of strangers? I have no horse in this race.”, she giggles. “How long before we leave and what should I wear?”, she inquires.

“ Dress in something casual and comfortable, maybe even bring a bikini In case we go in the water.” Olivia strolls over to one of Saige’s bags and searches through prospects, “ this one… here, go.change.”, she instructs smirking. “ You will definitely make quite the impression in this dress.”,she turns to leave, “meet me downstairs in 30 minutes so we can leave.”, she shouts over her shoulder as she’s leaving.

Saige stands there with the outfit in hand, jaw on the floor from Olivia’s choice. She knew when Liv got that look in her eyes, there was no arguing with her. Saige’s sparkling blue eyes darted across the ensemble before she dashes off to the bathroom to freshen up and change into her bikini and the dress that was selected for her introduction to Cordonia.

Thirty minutes later, Saige bounces down the stairs wearing a Spaghetti-neck Backless Bohemian Maxi Dress.The outfit was flowing, yet sexy… it hugged her curves in all the right places. Saige has her hair pulled up into a messy bun with minimal makeup… not that she needed it. “Okay… I’m ready, let’s go meet these wonderful friends”, she snarked sarcastically. The ladies linked arms and headed out the door to the waiting car.

Liam and Drake had already arrived at the private beach.. making final preparations for the staff to handle food and refreshments. “ Liam, please make sure that you have that damn red wine the Olivia drinks”, he states exasperated. “Hey, when have I ever flubbed a gathering that I personally hosted?... don’t answer that”, they laugh aloud. Moments later Kiara and Penelope, arms snaking around each other’s waists, walk up to greet their old friends.Everyone had suspected for years that the two were more than mere friends, but finally they felt comfortable enough to share such an intimate relationship. The gang had was totally supportive of them , just as long as they were happy, that’s all that mattered. Both ladies feared that their conservative families may be bothered, but there was little pushback. Kiara’s mom had embraced Penelope as a second daughter, and Martin, Penelope’s dad was loving in every way.

“Hello all.. wow, everything looks amazing”, Penelope chimes in as the finishing touches were made to the elaborate tent and decorations.Drake and Liam exchange pleasantries with the ladies for awhile before they notice the sassy redhead arrive on the beach. “ I’m here… we can begin now”, Olivia smirks making her entrance.

“Only you would think a party would wait to start until you arrive”, Drake teases. “ It took you long enough to make it … anyways, glad you're here”, he whispers barely touching her fingers. “ Lucky for you all , I cleared my calendar today to slum with you”, she giggles. “Oh , where are my manners? I would love for you all to meet my best friend from my time in the states… Saige, Saige Prescott. We studied together at Texas A & M.”

Saige stood back taking in the sight of the dramatic green cliffs that plunge down towards a dazzling white pebble beach and the azure water of the Mediterranean Sea.She was enticed by the crystal clear waters lapping up on to the shoreline. Saige waves, quietly watching each member of the crew, her eyes went from brooding dark hair Drake, to the slender dark hair beauty Penelope, to the bronze sophistication of Kiara, and finally her breath hitches in her throat when her sparkling blue eyes meet the dazzling blue eyes of Liam. She exhales taking in the image of the athletically built blonde man.

She felt as if she were watching a scene in slow motion as Liam walks over to her and extends his hand.Olivia quietly nudges her, “fix your mouth… incoming”, she whispers snapping Saige out of her daze. “Lady Saige… what a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”, he gently grips her hand bending to kiss her knuckle. Saige jumps, surprised by the sudden gesture. In Texas, the guys can be polite, but she was not used to such gentlemanly actions. “Aah… the pleasure is all mine.” She speaks softly. He feels instantly drawn to the auburn goddess, Liam finds for the next several hours he can’t seem to avert his eyes from Saige as they ate and drank, enjoying the day. He flashes not too subtle glances, he smiles throughout the day to ease her nerves... working up his own nerve to strike up a conversation.

The sun began to set and no one had noticed Olivia and Drake slip away. Kiki and Penelope had settled into a comfortable lull of conversation and gentle touches. Saige couldn’t help but notice the whispers they shared and loving glances. She smiles in witnessing the apparent feelings between the two. She was so captivated by the lovely ladies, she didn’t hear Liam walk up and join her by the bonfire that had started. “Are you enjoying your time in my country so far?”, he grins adoringly. Saige nods gently in acknowledgment, “ it’s beautiful here. It’s like something out of a fairytale… the only thing missing is a prince riding up on a beautiful white steed.”, she chuckles. Liam tries to contain his laughter, knowing her spot on description in this moment.

She catches his reaction, “did I say something funny?”, she was caught by surprise with his reaction. Liam leans back on one of his elbows watching the crackling fire anticipating her thought when she learns his true role. “ I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to laugh… clearly Olivia didn’t tell you much about Cordonia. You see , this country is one of a very few remaining monarchies.”

“Wait… what … monarchies as in …having a king?”, she ask trying to follow his train of thought. “Yes… Cordonia is ruled by a king, but there’s also a royal council .The country has several noble houses that collectively help to strengthen the kingdom.”,he changes the subject,” why don’t you tell me about your time in Texas, is that where you are originally from Saige?”He stares intently into her eyes as she reflects on the mystique of her small Texas town.”I was born and raised in a small fishing town ,which recently became a thriving tourist destination. Kemah, it’s southeast of Houston. Its charm is in the old world boardwalks and amusements. I used to love spending Sundays with my dad on the boardwalk. We would have a seafood lunch, followed by salt water taffy as the sun would set. It was his only day off per week, but he would spend it with me, no matter how tired he was from a long week working in a oil refinery almost an hour away from home. It was just he and I , after my mom died when i was 9.”, her voice cracks sharing such a personal experience.

Liam notices that her voice was softened,”I ...I didn’t mean to pry. It sounds like an amazing place to live. How is your dad handling you being gone for the summer?”, he smiles encouragingly. He notices that she got quiet again, she looks off into the darkened waters hidden beneath the moonlight. “He’s ...he is no longer with me. My dad died my Sophomore year of college. That… leaves just me.”, her ocean blue eyes glistened holding back a stray tear from escaping.

Liam grabs the bridge of his nose, silently kicking himself for dredging up such emotional topics upon meeting Saige. “God i’m an idiot”,he blames himself.Liam extends his hand to help Saige to her feet.”Come... take a walk with me?”,he ask pleadingly. “This is the best time to enjoy the water.Something as large the ocean has a way of bringing things into perspective.” LIam laces his fingers with Saige’s fingers,she happily accepted. “You can never be as big as the ocean.. No matter how big you are, a celebrity, a politician, a spiritual leader, even a king. The ocean has a way of bringing a man or woman back down to size.”, she breathes in deep, her nasal passages overtaken with the fresh scent of saltwater ,and seaweed.Before they knew it, they had ventured a great distance from the bonfire site. Liam turns to face Saige and he thoughtfully studies her soft features, her porcelain skin, her ocean blue eyes, her auburn and chestnut colored hair, her curvaceous frame.It was as if he had lost his will to move from that spot. He found himself rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs. “Where are my manners?... i shouldn’t be presumptuous to take liberties with touching you. I couldn’t help myself...you are stunning”,he confesses smiling softly into her eyes. “If I had a problem with it… it’s not like I could not speak up. Really… I didn’t mind”, she blushes trying to shake off the awkward moment. “Perhaps we should be getting back to your friends. I am sure Olivia should be back by now”, she chuckles.

After strolling side by side back down the soft white sand, they came face to face with leering eyes and smirks. “LI… where have you been man?”, Drake hides a grin. “I could ask you the same...couldn’t I ?, Liam responds.

Olivia pulls Saige to the side , “where were you?’, she whispers. “I suppose i was a distraction for you and ….Drake suddenly disappearing from the beach?”,Saige shakes her head while arching her brow in the direction of Olivia. The two friends turn to glance at the two guy friends amused. “How long have been screwing Drake?”, she blurts out quiet enough for Liv to hear. “Who says i’m screwing Drake?”, she stoically stares trying to not give away her fear of being discovered. “I would say , maybe the hickey that your wearing right now… that you did not arrive with to this beach.”, Saige chuckles shaking her head. Olivia ghosts her hands around her neck trying to locate said hickey. “Are you ready to go Saige?Aren’t you getting tired or perhaps you want to take another stroll with Liam ?”, she quirks. “Haha...very funny. Maybe we should go, i could definitely get into trouble if I remained on this beach.”, she smiles making eye contact with Liam. He smiles back at her innocent doe like eyes as he approaches the girls. “ I hope you enjoyed the get together Saige… i look forward to doing it again… hopefully soon?” Liam locks eyes with Saige, completely oblivious to Olivia’s presence. “Ahem”, Olivia clears her throat, “Well Liam, thanks for inviting us , it was an enjoyable afternoon.”

He lifts Saige’s hand again to graze her delicate skin with his lips. “ Thank you for not objecting to me crashing your party.”. She smiles memorizing his handsome face silently as if she would never see him again. “Good night Liam”, she leans in and softly kisses his cheek in gratitude.He slowly closes his eyes for a moment, committing the feel of her soft lips on his skin to memory. He opens his alluring blue eyes staring at her, “Good night Lady Saige”, he turns to her cheek and places a gentle kiss.

Olivia started back up the path toward her waiting car, giving the two a chance to have a moment. “I’d … I better get going. Thanks again.”, she slowly turns walking away , glancing back seeing his eyes never leaving her as she made her way up the same path. She couldn’t wipe the grin from her face as she slid into the car beside Olivia. “ I must say… you move quickly Saige”, she chuckles as the tires slowly treads against the gravel heading back home.

“I have no idea what your talking about Liv”, she turns to face the window as the beach becomes a smaller vision.

“Earth to Liam.. man, that was unreal”,Drake laughs at the sight of his best friend obviously stuck in place. “Huh… you were saying something?”, he mumbles. “Man Liam, you even missed Kiki and Penelope leaving without you saying bye.” Liam runs his hands through his blonde hair, processing the events of the afternoon. Drake was not used to seeing his friend in such a visibly emotionally moved state. Liam was always the image of propriety,poise, and grace under pressure. Within a single afternoon with the girl from Texas, he was truly at a loss. “Drake… wow, i have no idea how i could have blown it so quickly. She’s… she is breathtaking”,Liam sounds spellbound from his very own interaction.

“Well … I have good news and bad news… good news is you have all summer prince charming to get to know her better… bad news is how are you going to handle saying goodbye when she has to go home?”, Drake slaps his buddy on the shoulder, finding comedy in his situation. “I suppose we could take things slow.. Get to know one another on a closer level.”,Liam thinks back to his time with Saige. “So how do you think she will handle finding out you are a member of the royal family?”, Drake gestures toward the exit. “ Come on loverboy… lets get you home before you turn into a frog.”, he laughs. “Drake I just want to take things one day at a time. We shall see where this summer takes me… Saige”, he mutters to himself as he follows Drake to the waiting SUV.

Olivia and Saige arrive back at Lythikos an hour later. Saige lost count of the number of times her mind drifted to Liam on the drive.His face and tall build flashed through her mind, the feel of his lips on her cheek, on her hand, his smile, all of it haunted her thoughts. “Saige, look i’m glad you had a good time, but just take the time to enjoy your summer.”, she warns with such care in her tone .

“Liv.. i spent a glorious afternoon with a handsome guy, that’s all. Liam was nothing but charming and respectful of me. We kept each other company, while our FRIENDS, slipped off . Nothing more… nothing less. Now…. night Liv. I am sure you will be busy with your secret par amour.”, she giggles as she leads LIv to the door. Saige closes the door behind Olivia and sashays over to the bed , falling back thinking of the next encounter with... “Liam”, she lets her mind wander to the debonair guy from the beach. Thinking...“This is gonna be quite the summer.”

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Terravenger Season 5 - Part One: Episode 352 (Do Not Copy)

At the dining room of the Noxpannon fortress, long white strings rose before the two young man -- Victor Martin and Jack E. And another individual walked to the center of the pair.

A smiling Victor lowered his head and greeted "Hi Siro."

The newcomer dressed in white informed the other students who stood before him "I must apologize for the troubles my teammate may have caused here tonight. This will never happen again."

The tails of his coat returned as if they were liquid. And the gloomy boy turned away.

"We will be leaving now," He told his teammates.

And Iris yelled "Just a moment!"

Then she stepped forward and asked "Who are you? What is your name?"

The mysterious boy turned his face to her and answered "I am Siro... Siro Verzweiflung."

He finally walked off as his two classmates followed.

After that, someone else hurried to the group with anger in his eyes.

"I wanna fight now!"

This was a large young male with fair skin, blue eyes, and cut brown hair. He had on a white shirt with a thin blue collar. He wore a pair of red pants and white shoes with light-blue at each center. And a long white scarf was worn around his neck that had two thin red lines at each end.

He ran toward both Tai and Cheetah as he roared "I'M GONNA HURT YOU BOTH!"

Yellow electricity covered his body as the obese boy continued to the pair. And two small balls made of blue light soon shot at the front of the boy's feet.

The obese boy stopped as the energy around him faded quickly.

"What the hell!" He yelled.

The young group along with Tai turned around and spotted two more individuals standing at the opened doors of the large room.

Episode 352: The White Rose Blooms Again

A female voice asked "Must you start this before the exams even begin?"

One of the newcomers that stood at the right side was Prisma Todd. She was a young girl with light skin, shiny brown eyes, and black eyebrows. The outer parts of her hair were blond as the inner parts were brown. And the back of her hair was tied into a high bun. She had on dark-brown eyeliner and peach lipstick. She wore a sleeveless white top underneath a pink blouse that had long sleeves. She had on a pair of tight green pants that had dark outlines of leaves printed. She also had on a pair of long brown boots with high heels. And placed on the left side of her chest was a pale-violet badge that had the shape of a star with a circle behind it.

The other was her partner Aiden Rose. He had clear blue eyes, fair skin, and short gray hair. And his body was well-built. His outfit consisted of a pale-blue formal coat and white dress pants. He had on a white shirt underneath with a pale-violet necktie around his fine collar. And he had on a pair of white dress shoes.

The sharp-eyed Aiden held a white rose in his left hand as he faced the large attacker.

And he asked in a calm voice "How is that we must deal with someone as gruesome as this during this great gathering?"

The large boy yelled "Do you wanna face me, Pluto?"

Before the large boy was able to charge, Prisma placed her hands together. She soon threw her hands onto the ground.

"Grass Release!" She called. "Egotist Binding Technique!"

Long green vines appeared around his legs. And the obese boy fell face down on the ground.

After that, Prisma stood up and faced her captive.

The other individual -- Aiden -- stood by her right side and took a small whiff from his bright rose.

He said "I will give you gratitude for not using extreme force."

"Why waste that on this guy?" Prisma replied. "He is not worth the trouble. He isn't as fearsome as he thinks anyway."

Tai hurried toward them and he cried "Whoa! That was incredible!"

Then another person walked toward the head of the obese boy.

This was a younger boy with purple eyes and fair skin. But the color of his face was lighter than his neck. He had long brown hair with the front part covering his left eye. And he had on black eyeliner. He wore a long black shirt with long sleeves, long black pants, and brown shoes with black laces.

He went down to his knees and stared at the large boy as a surprised grin was on his face.

"Really Hawk?" The boy asked. "You didn't want to wait until the exams to expose that power?"

The large boy turned around and began to remove the wrapped vines from his ankles.

The slender boy said "I wouldn't want to be you when our commander hears about this."

"Oh shut up Dusty!" The large boy yelled. "The loud boy with the spots on his hair looked at me the wrong way! It was my duty to rearrange his head!"

"Wat?" cried Cheetah. "Dat guy came after me wit' no warnin'!"

The gloomy boy stood up and told his partner Hawk "Let's get you back to our dorm before the Commander and Crane find out."

He added while his head was lowered "I shouldn't had let you out of my sight for a moment."

"No one told ya to babysit me!" yelled Hawk. "I could take care of myself!"

The gloomy boy called Dusty placed his right hand on his forehead as he said "The Commander told me to look after you. And Crane knew that you would make a spectacle of yourself. Now look where we are."

After he unwrapped the last of the vines from his ankles, Hawk stood up.

"Hey Cinna!" Prisma informed Dusty. "Keep your beast on his leash for now on!"

Hawk turned to her and he yelled "Why you!"

Dusty looked up as he scratched the back of his head using his left fingers.

And he implied "I am always the one that has to look after him while Crane does whatever. This is not fair."

Then he began to pull the left wrist of Hawk as he directed "Let's go Hawk. It's time to get out of here."

And Hawk was forced away as he yelled to both Tai and Cheetah "I'll get you two! Mark my words!"

Tai hurried to the other pair and yelled "Hey! Thanks for savin' us!"

Aiden faced Tai as he still carried his rose.

And he informed the students of Midas City "I would use the time you have here to examine everyone around you. You never know if they will be your opponents at the Exams."

And the pair finally walked off.

"Who were those guys?" asked Cheetah.

Paige shook her head and said "According to what the large one said, the two who saved us are from the Pluto Armed Forces."

"Pluto huh?" repeated Tai.

Inside a large room at another part of the fortress, both Beau Ravenstone and Mercury found themselves at another gathering.

Beau had worn a collared white shirt with a green tie, his pinstriped gray pants, and his leathered black belt with his MAF badge as a buckle. And he had on his pair of black boots. But he also wore a brown dress coat that had long sleeves.

Mercury had on a collared white shirt with a light-blue necktie. He also wore a pale-blue suit and a pair of white dress shoes. And his MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his coat.

The men continued walking forward until a voice yelled "Well, if it isn't my old friend!"

Mercury faced his left side and spotted someone walking toward him.

It was an African-American woman that had brown skin, dark-brown eyes, and puffy black hair. She wore a short teal-colored dress that was styled from the country China. She also had on dark leggings and short brown boots. And a red badge with two golden symbols was placed on the left side of her chest.

She stared at Mercury before she finally gave out a soft smile.

"Asia Monroe," Mercury claimed. "I have not seen you since I as an Armor Champion had fought against the Dark Lord on Planet Marinear Bay."

Asia gave out a quick laugh and said "I didn't think you'd remember after this whole time. Then again, you were one of the main champions that protected me and the other potentials that long ago."

And Mercury asked "Are you a commander for one of the the other nations?"

"Yep," Asia answered. "Of the Cinna Armed Forces."

Then Mercury informed his commander "I shall meet with you later. I would like to continue with the Cinna Commander."

"You know Commander Monroe?" asked Beau.

Mercury shook his head and answered "I do. Asia and I met during my time on Planet Marinear Bay that long ago."

And Mercury hurried off as Beau searched around.

"Well, well, well!" A male voice cried. "The Midas Commander finally shows himself!"

Beau was soon joined by two familiar people.

One that stood at the left side was the commander of the Arctic Armed Forces -- Steven Ban. He was an older man with short gray hair, blue eyes, and peach skin. He wore a light-blue shirt with a fine collar and a dark-blue necktie. He also had on a white suit and white dress shoes. And his silver AAF badge was placed on the front of his coat on his left side.

Both Beau and Ban shook hands as Beau asked "How are you these days, Old Friend?"

"Brilliant thus far," answered Ban.

And Beau was delighted as he saw the other commander, Eudial Koel. She was a beautiful woman with a slender body, fair skin, and long blond hair. She had silver eyes with blue pupils. She also had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. She wore a long red dress with long brown sleeves. On the left side of her chest was her silver GAF badge. She also had on dark leggings and long black boots. And she had on golden earrings.

"Hi Raven," She greeted in a calm voice.

"You look great," Beau told her.

And the three of them were happy once they spotted another person walking toward them from the doors.

This was a younger man with brown eyes, fair skin, and a well-built body. And his head was nearly bald. He wore a collared white shirt with vertical black lines. He had on a blue suit and black dress shoes. And his golden badge which was the shape of a triangle was placed on the front of his coat on the left side.

After the two men shook his head, the newcomer gave a soft hug to Commander Koel.

"You look just as handsome as ever, Patricius," Koel told him.

And the man said "Not as great as you Eudial."

"Is this the whole gang?" Ban implied. "Or is he on his way too?"

Then another male voice cried "Not quite!"

The group soon found the person walking slowly from the door as he held a long silver cane with his left hand.

Beau gave out a large smile as Ban yelled "The whole gang is finally here!"

This was an elderly man with dark skin and a thin body. He was also a tall person with brown eyes that was covered by a pair of black eyeglasses. He had slick gray hair that went down to his neck. And he had a thin mustache. He wore a collared black shirt with a purple vest and a long purple necktie. He also had on a long black coat and a pair of black dress shoes. And a Neptune-themed badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

"The Teacher has arrived at last!" cheered Patricius Kelly.

Koel hurried and gave a warm hug to the elder. Meanwhile, both Mercury and Asia Monroe had joined the group.

"Counselor Mercury!" Ban greeted. "It is great to see you as well!"

Then the caring Koel helped the elder onto a chair. After that, Beau stood before him with a soft smile on his face.

"Counselor Mercury," Beau introduced. "This is Rubeus Finley. He is the commander and principal of the Neptune Armed Forces. He is also a dear friend of mine as well as one of my mentors."

Mercury gave out a proper bow and said "It is a privilege to finally meet the person who my commander has always looked up to. You are known as the God of Teachers among the knights of Morah."

"Morah?" questioned Finley. "Then I take it you're a son of Artirius?"

"Yes sir," answered Mercury. "Artirius Fakinos was indeed my father."

Finley placed his left hand around the young counselor's right hand and told him "Your dad... He was a great and honorable man."

And Finley informed the group "Sir Fakinos and I knew each other from our time in Norway. That guy knew his stuff! He would have done well as a commander for one of our nations."

"I am honored that you would say such as a thing about my father," said Mercury.

Finley soon turned to Beau and replied "That was a little before I met Captain Prestley Sidney in Midas."

Beau informed Mercury "That was before both Commander Finley and Sidney's father went to a war and fought side-by-side. Then Finley founded the Neptune Armed Forces soon after."

A shaken Mercury turned to Finley and asked "He was the one who started the Neptune Armed Forces?"

"Neptune," Patricius responded. "This is one of the later nations on this planet. But this city was just as fierce and loyal as the others."

"But the first one..."

Another individual walked toward the group and folded their arms forward.

This was a tall man with brown eyes and fair skin. His head was completely shaved. And his left arm was burned badly. He wore a sleeveless dark top with a long white collar. He had golden armor around his waist with a long white cloth below. He also had on black pants and short brown boots. And a badge that was shaped as a green globe was placed at the bottom of his neck.

He told the elder "We of the Green Opal Forces... We were the first to be called an official nation by the Council. But our name is placed at the bottom of the page for the lowest of the soldiers to be produced. We were the laughing stock of the planet!"

Patricius informed Mercury "If you think of the nine nations as the Twelve Olympians, the Green Opal Armed Forces would probably be the Hades."

"We have been treated badly for many decades!" The newcomer continued. "And who is at the top of the seat? None other than Pluto? Pluto this, Pluto that!"

"That may sound accurate," Beau implied. "The Pluto Armed Forces have always been known as the greatest at completing missions, especially if they were stealth."

Then the newcomer informed the other commanders "Well, this year's going to be different. I, Barbarus of Green Opal, will see to it that the score of my nation -- our status -- does not stay at the bottom!"

Ban asked "Are you the new commander over there? At Green Opal?"

"Yeah!" Barbarus answered. "As well as a graduate. I have always kept up with what goes on around our planet like some of you. Opal will not lose the Exams this time around. We will be victorious!"

Suddenly, Barbarus grew irritated after he stared at each of the commanders.

"Neither of you are Pluto huh?" He replied. "No matter! I'll take you all out at the Exams! I have the right team that will take all of yours out easily!"

Then he responded after he spotted Beau "But you! You're the Commander of the Midas Armed Forces! Your nation has somehow been moved to the second in the bracket! That means you're a threat too!"

"Enough, Green Opal Commander!"

The angry commander turned around and found another person standing by the doors.

"By the gods!" cried Beau. "What is this?"

It was a male individual that had short dark hair with the sides shaved off. He also had a muscular body. He wore a turquoise tee-shirt underneath a sleeveless gray flak-jacket. On the left side of his jacket was a four-fingered hand printed while a pale-pink bird-like figure was at the bottom right side. The purple star-like badge was at the front on the left side of his jacket as well. And placed on the left sleeve of his shirt was the Ravenstone crest. He also had on gray pants and long black boots. And he had a tattoo of a long flame drawn on his left arm.

As he walked toward the group, they all noticed the individual had worn a white mask that had large green eyes, a small golden horn on the forehead, and large red lips that were closed below.

"Is that you, Commander Darkholme?" asked Patricius.

The masked man responded in a calm voice "Commander Darkholme had retired at the end of last year. I have become the new commander of the Pluto Armed Forces."

"Now that I have a close look," Finley implied. "I know for certain that this is not Commander Darkholme."

"And this man is of Commander-Rank," added Ban. "Otherwise the security would had noticed an intruder immediately."

Koel stared at the masked person for a moment. And she responded "That mask. I think I've seen it before. But from where?"

"I think I have as well," said Beau.

"Commander Beau Ravenstone," The masked man replied. "You of all should remember this mask. Well, not this particular mask. It was made exclusively for my mother long ago by someone you know, and quite well."

Beau stared at the mask that the man was wearing for another moment. Then he responded "Yes, I do remember that style. This type of mask was a hobby that was done by a child of my late mentor."

"Wait!" cried Ban. "You are right Beau! Sidney's son, was it?"

"I remember it too," said Koel. "It was Ethan Sidney. He used to make these masks and wear them for stealth missions. He was one of the few bests at making the masks perfectly."

"Yes Commander Koel," The masked man claimed. "But this mask... It was made for my mother by Officer Ethan Sidney before he was sent on a mission. And that was when he was not seen again."

And Beau thought to himself for a moment.

Beau's thoughts:

At the Forest Area which was at the top of the Midas Academy building, the team of three -- General Erich Sidney, the witch Sirene, and the resurrected Nathan Reed -- had faced the devious lord himself, Sirbo Kaballa.

"Well done," Sirbo informed them. "I would expect this great amount of attempt from you and your team, Teacher."

After that, a dark mist rose from behind Sirbo. And two figures came out from the mist.

One of them was a young man with short gray hair, blue eyes, and bright skin. He wore a pale-blue uniform with a silver belt around his waist. He had designs of different colors around many parts of his outfit. He also had on a pair of black boots. And a MAF badge was on the left side of his chest.

The young man stood by Sirbo's left side as Sidney cried "No! What did you do, Sirbo? He has nothing to do with your fight against me!"

Then a tearful Sidney stared at the young man once again and cried "That boy... He is my son."

Beau soon took a few steps from his group.

"You cannot be him," He implied. "General Sidney's son... Ethan Sidney... He died long ago while serving as a guard for the Council."

"I never said I was him Commander," The masked soldier responded. "But you should look at my sleeve. This should be familiar to you as well."

Beau looked directly at the crest that was attached on the left sleeve of his shirt.

"Is this possible?" He cried. "It is you! You were able to replace the great Charles Darkholme after all?"

"What is this, Raven?" asked Ban. "Do you know exactly who this guy is?"

And Beau responded.

"You are not Officer Ethan Sidney. You were that boy I met in Pluto City exactly twenty years ago. Yes. You were the thief that tried to steal a priceless item from me back then."

The person finally took off his mask. He was revealed as a young man with blue eyes and a strong face. And he had a thin beard.

"His face!" replied Koel. "He looks very familiar!"

Ban stared at the face of the individual and cried "This guy... He looks exactly like the Man of Many Faces! He's a dead-ringer for Sidney's boy!"

Beau looked at the face of the mysterious commander and said "So, it is you!"

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Til’ Death Do Us Part; A Barry Allen Fan Fiction

Chapter 1: Pinch Me

Summary: In the first chapter Monica Bell moves to Central City and (despite being the new girl) quickly becomes friends with Barry Allen.

Word Count: 2097

Warnings: None

(A/N): Yay! It’s finally here the first chapter of my series. Thank you to darlingpetao3 for editing my story. Just as an FYI I’m new to this so if you have any advice please let me know. Also, I’d really appreciate it if you shared this with your friends. Also for anyone new to fanfiction (trust me we’ve all been there) here’s a little key for you: y/n is your name, y/f/n is your full name, y/e/c is your eye color, and y/h/c is your hair color. Ok, I think I’m done rambling. Enjoy!

Love has always been one of those things that has consumed all of my attention and energy. For as long as I can remember I’ve always ‘liked’ someone. Ranging from that stupid crush I had in the third grade to the boy I’ve liked for so long now. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him. I mean how could you not love him? He is adorable, hilarious, super smart, and not to mention 6’1, with hypnotizing green orbs for eyes.

Barry Allen.

The name that has made my heart either flutter or skip a beat every time I hear it, since the tenth grade. You see, my life was very different before I met Barry. For the first eleven years of my life, my mother and I lived in National City. My mom worked as a journalist for Cat-Co while somehow still managing to raise me as a single parent. My life was great in National City; my classmates loved me, my teachers loved me, and during summer, I spent my days on the pier and my nights sitting by a bonfire making s’mores and staying up past midnight with my good friends; nothing was stopping me from living a perfect life. That was until, as my mom puts it, “Duty Called,” and she just had to follow.

So that June, us two packed all of our stuff up and moved to Central City so that my mom could start her job at CCPN. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was on the brink of tears the whole trip there. Although I had the whole summer to settle into my new city and meet new friends, most of my first summer there was spent reading biology books I had checked out from the library.

The first day of school came sooner than I had expected, which caused me to only get about three hours of sleep the night before. Earlier that night, I had settled on wearing a plain blue top and jeans. I didn’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. Meeting new people has never been my thing.

Central City Junior High was only a ten-minute walk from my new house, but my mom, being the person that she is, insisted on driving me there on my first day. I don’t really remember the five-minute car ride there, mainly because I was lost in my own thoughts 99% of the time. The other 1% was spent twiddling my fingers or bobbing my knee up and down at lightning speed.

Once my mom finally pulled up to my new school, I quickly pecked her cheek goodbye and started my long journey to first period. It was weird being an “Outsider.” I finally experienced what it was like to be ignored, or bumped int-

“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath as all of my new journals fell to the floor (along with an unhealthy amount of colorful gel pens). All I could hear was the evil snickering of a few students behind me as I dropped to the floor with teary eyes to pick up the mess that was just made. I swiftly grabbed a handful of pens before a set of hands appeared on one of the journals. I followed the new set of hands with my blue eyes, up their arms to the face that owned them. Suddenly they were met with two green eyes staring right back into mine.

“Don’t worry about them, they always pick on their prey. I mean not that you’re at a lower rank than them, but you were alone and-” His rambling was instantly cut off by a voice above the two of you.

“Come on Barry, if I’m late to first period Dad’s gonna kill me.”

As soon as all of my things were back in a neat pile the stranger in front of me stood up and apologized to the voice that just spoke. I slowly began to stand back upright when the two of them started strolling down the halls.

“I-I’m sorry for what happened to you... whatever your name is. Wait, I don’t know your name. What’s your-” I couldn’t help but smile at his rambling.

“Barry Allen, I swear, if you don’t start picking up your feet I will drag you through these hallways for the rest of your life if I have to.” And with that, the two strangers, the green-eyed boy, and dark-skinned girl were out of sight.

As I walked into my first-period class you kept I head down low, avoiding any attention. I hastily took the last seat available (a seat in the dreaded front row) and gently placed my backpack on the back of my chair. Chatter could be heard throughout the classroom until- BIIIING- the bell went off and everyone suddenly fell silent.

“Hello class, I’m Ms. Martin and I will be your science teacher this year. Now before I start my class, I’ll be taking attendance, so please just say ‘HERE’ loud and clear when I call your name.” Ms. Martin went through about eight names, and I zoned out until a name caught my attention.

“Bartholomew Allen.” A hand shot up at the desk to my right.

“Here ma’am, and I go by Barry- Barry Allen.” I heard a few giggles in the back of the classroom as Barry slowly put his hand down.

“Well, okay then, Mr. Barry Allen.” The teacher checked off yet another name on her list. “Next would be, Monica Lucille Bell.”

It felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. My lungs began to burn and my heart was running 100 miles a minute. Slowly, I raised my hand only reaching the point where the tip of my middle finger reached the top of my blonde dressed head. Unfortunately, even though I was in the front row where the teacher could easily see me, she still stared me down until I meekly uddered out a ‘Here’. Suddenly all of the tension in my body was released and I was finally able to breathe again.

That was until I felt a finger gently poke my shoulder.

I turned my head towards the source of the finger. The stranger held out his hand until I nervously took his hand into mine and shook it, looking into his face.

“H-hi I’m Barry-” he whispered.

“You do know she just said your name like fifteen seconds ago, right Barry?” I questioned, rolling my blue eyes.

“Well, I just wanted to ‘formally’ introduce myself, Monica.”

And that’s how it all began. Little did I know that day was the start of my long adventure with Barry Allen.

After that day, Barry and I slowly grew closer and closer together. About a month into the school year the two of us were inseparable. Barry and I would spend as much time as possible together. Whenever the two of us were around it was impossible not to hear laughter.

Of course, Iris and I were also good friends. After awhile Barry had told me about his mother’s death and how after his dad went to prison he had to move in with Iris and her dad, Detective Joe West. The Wests always welcomed me with open arms, and soon my mom and I began celebrating birthdays, Christmas, and Thanksgiving with them. One of my favorite memories with Barry is actually the first Christmas the two of us spent together...

Central City was colder than usual that year, and the weather forecasters were predicting a 75% chance of snow on Christmas Day. My mom and I decided to stay the night at the West's’ house, seeing that it would be too cold to walk home and there was bound to be a dangerous amount of ice on the roads that night. All five of us had decided to spend our night by watching a few Christmas movies while drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies. I’ve never been too keen on nostalgic or cliche traditions, except for this one. That night was full of laughter, smiles, and hundreds of happy memories.

One being the frosting incident.

After dinner, that night, Iris, Barry, and I crowded into the small kitchen to decorate gingerbread cookies. The house was filled with the warm scent of cinnamon and sugar, and Christmas music from the local radio station played faintly in the background.

“Well, I’m pretty sure my cookies are going to be the best,” boasted Barry, standing in front of his work of art with his hands on his hips in triumph.

“And how do you know that, Barry?” Iris challenged him, carefully piping a snowflake made of white icing onto a golden brown cookie.

“I’ve got mad frosting skills, Iris, that’s why.”

I just stood there, listening to their conversation as I covered my cookie in little white dots of sugary frosting. Until I came up with a mischievous idea. Interrupting the debate going on between Barry and Iris, I gently tapped Iris on the shoulder and quietly whispered something inaudible about Barry in her ear. A smile slowly crept onto her face as she nodded her head.

“What are you talking about, Monica? Anything important?” Barry interrogated me, taking two steps closer.

“Oh nothing,” I said with a bag of frosting in my hand.

“Just that… I’ve got mad frosting skills too...” I screamed as I began to squeeze icing all over Barry’s face. Behind me, Iris was dying of laughter before Barry’s facial expressions went from shock to pure rage.

“Oh Monica,” he breathed, taking a step forward with his hands behind his back. “Two can play this game.”

Instantaneously, he took a bag of frosting into his hands, haphazardly squeezing all of its contents like a water gun, hitting both me and Iris. The laughter and screaming coming from the three of us was so loud we didn’t hear the footsteps hurriedly walking towards the kitchen.

“Guys… What’s going on in-?” A huge glob of frosting was flung into Joe’s face and once all of us realized what had just happened, the whole house fell quiet.

“J-Joe...I-I can explain,” stammered Barry. Joe wiped the frosting off his face and onto the now filthy floor.

“There’s no need to explain Barry. Just make sure all of this is cleaned up in thirty minutes.” As Joe began to turn around, I couldn't help but point it out.

“Oh…um… Mr. West?” Joe stared into my face.

“Yes, Monica?”

I pointed to his face “Y-you…. you’ve got a little frosting in your eyebrow.” Barry started to giggle as Joe slowly turned away, wiping the frosting from his eyebrow with his index finger.

The next morning I was woken up by someone shaking me back and forth

“Mon…Monica.”

I slowly rolled over and swatted Barry’s arm away.

“What do you want, Bartholomew?” I asked, followed by a long yawn.

“First of all, you know I go by Barry. Second of all, you’ve got to go outside!” he exclaimed, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me off of the sofa. I was half asleep, so I allowed him to continue dragging me to the front door until a cold blast of air sent shivers down my spine. I finally opened my eyes the rest of the way to find an enchanting white blanket of snow covering the neighborhood.

Briskly, Barry let go of my arm and awkwardly ran over to the snow. His face was beaming with joy and I couldn’t help but join him in his sappy bliss. Instantly I ran over to him and both of us dropped to the floor, moving our arms and legs, attempting to make snow angels. For a while, the two of us just stayed there giggling and staring at the cloudy sky above.

“Monica?” I flopped my head to the side to meet Barry’s green eyes.

“Yes, Barry?” I answered.

“Will you please pinch me-?”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on Barry, you of all people should know that doesn’t-”

“Monica, just shut up and pinch me!” he yelled. Quickly, I sat up and took his plump little cheeks in between my thumbs and index fingers, pinching them as hard as I possibly could. Barry squealed and I fell back down into my original position as my body shook with laughter.

“Merry Christmas, Monica…” he whispered.

“Merry Christmas, Barry,” I said with a huge smile on my face.

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For Stydia prompts, maybe: Getting a puppy/dog Lingerie shopping Honeymoon in Europe Possessive!Lydia Outside POV of stydia (my fav) Lydia getting that fields medal The aftermath of the ghost riders

birthday prompts 4/7

I went with outsider pov! Enjoy :)

Alex has three brothers and two sisters, and two siblings who were or still are in theatre club in high school.

That is to say, he’s used to sharing a room and weird behaviors.

Not that his roommate at college is abnormally weird, or outwardly obsessed with, like, foot fetish or something, but there is something definitely off about the guy he’s been paired with.

First of all—who the hell names a child Stiles?

“It’s a nickname,” Stiles explains the first time they meet—literally within the minute. “My real name is Polish and even weirder.”

He doesn’t tell Alex what it is, but Alex can respect that, especially since Stiles can’t miss the fact that Alex has to go to the administration building three times before the classes begin to change the deadname on his ID.

Still. Stiles is weird.

In a nice, out-of-the-ordinary, I’ll-have-stories-to-tell-at-Thanksgiving way, like his obsession with mythology and his way too broad knowledge on the history of male circumcision.

“That’s nice,” Alex says the first time Stiles tells him about it from his bed on the other side of the dorm. They don’t have classes yet so they went out on campus, came home agreeably buzzed, and crashed on their beds to stay up for hours after that. Stiles’ voice is hoarse from speaking, and his diction a bit sluggish still, despite the fact that Alex has been gradually sobering up for the last hour or so. Apparently, he takes meds to sleep, and they’re starting to quick in. “So, how much’d you get on that paper?”

“I got an A on the make-up test,” Stiles says. “It was for econ.”

Alex laughs so hard he almost falls off his bed.

Another time, Alex finds him browsing some sort of digital encyclopedia with weird drawings and words that are definitely not in English, but he sees the panicked look on Stiles’ face when Alex looks over his shoulder, the way he almost knocks over his mug in his haste to change the tab, and he doesn’t say anything. Alex isn’t the prying type, and despite the fact that Stiles obviously is, he’s yet to breach Alex’s privacy, so the favor is easily returned.

Of course, it’s impossible not to live with Stiles and not find out about his high school friends.

He spends his time on Skype with a guy named Scott, who, to the best of Alex’s knowledge, seems to be both eighty percent Stiles’ impulse control, and his enabler. There is the fond way with which Stiles says his name that Alex has only ever really heard in his mother’s mouth when she calls Alex and his siblings.

There’s Liam and Mason, who are still in high school and on the same lacrosse team Stiles was on. Stiles and thus Alex have no opinion on Mason but one memorable phone call leaves Stiles agitated and restless, pacing the room like he wants to dig a hole in the carpet.

Alex, who has a test in the morning and was stupid enough to listen to the siren call of an 8am class, gathers his patience and asks: “What is it?”

Stiles went outside to make his call, so Alex didn’t listen to it, but a stressed Stiles is a distracting Stiles, and the library is on the other side of campus.

“That was Liam,” Stiles says, scowling at his phone. “That little fucker. I wanna fly back just to shake him until his brain starts working properly.”

“You have a midterm next Friday,” is all Alex can say. College, he’s found, has a way to suck your soul through your ears and fill the void with pointless academic worries.

“I know, that’s why I’m not gonna do it, I just—” Stiles collapses on his desk chair, leg bouncing, and rubs two hands through his hair, messing it up even more. “What an idiot.”

He looks at his phone with disgust.

“You know what you should do?” Alex types on a few keys to wake up his laptop. He doesn’t want to let the screen to go dark: if he does, he’ll give up studying for the night and fail the test. “You should—Give me your phone.”

Stiles raises his eyebrows.

“Yours is nicer than mine.”

“Not like that, idiot. Just—here.”

He finds Liam’s contact easily, angles the screen so Stiles can see what he’s doing—he’s fiercely protective of the information in his phone and his laptop, like he has a double life or something—and changes the name from Liam to “little fucker”.

“Here,” he says, handing it back to Stiles. He doesn’t throw anything to him anymore. It’s a wonder how he got on the lacrosse team at all. “Now everytime you look at his contact you’ll feel like you’re insulting him. Good?”

“Nice,” Stiles says, then he opens his laptop and Alex goes back to studying.

It works, because he gets a solid 88 on the test.

Then, of course, there is the matter that Stiles has a girlfriend—five feet three, strawberry blonde haired, green-eyed Lydia Martin who is gorgeous and a genius. At least that’s what Alex gets from the numerous mentions of her Stiles can slide into every conversation and the pictures Stiles pinned everywhere around his side of the room. Alex always seems to catch the end tail of their conversations, for which he is grateful, but it means that by the time Thanksgiving rolls around, he hasn’t met or talked to the certified genius once.

The Friday afternoon before break changes that fact: when Alex comes back from his History class, he finds Stiles’ bed made and his suitcase open on the bed, slowly being filled.

“Hey,” Stiles greets, dragging the syllable like he always does. “Have you seen my—?”

He trails off and ends his sentence with weird, purposeful flailing, which probably means laptop charger, because Alex has learned that neither of them can ever remember that word.

“Under your bed,” he says, dropping on his bed next to his bag. “No, behind the clothes.”

“Gotcha,” Stiles says to the charger when he locates it. “Thanks.”

“Mmmm. Hey, wait, you’re flying back tonight?”

“Nah, tomorrow morning. But Lydia is picking me up—we’re flying together.”

Couples, Alex thinks.

“I thought she was in Boston.”

“Yeah, she’s driving down.”

“Wait, she’s staying here tonight?”

Alex sits up on the bed: the room is a mess. He doesn’t think he wants anyone to see it in the state it is, much less someone who actually matters.

“No,” Stiles says, gesturing to his bags. “Clearly she got an expensive hotel room and I’m going in, like, thirty minutes.”

“Oh.”

“You can say thank god, it’s okay.”

“Thank god.”

Stiles laughs, closes his suitcase and picks up two books, looking at them quizzically.

“Which one should I take?”

“Homework?” Stiles nods. “Both.”

“Both due in three weeks,” Stiles protests. “I’m not breaking my back for that.”

Alex eyes the books, then his roomate. “Which one are you actually willing to do this week? Be honest.”

“You’re right.” Stiles looks put out but he places both books back on his desk. “I’m not gonna do any long-time work this week.”

“This is not exactly the point I was trying to make.”

“No, you’re right—only fun this week, stress and all nighters for next Sunday.”

“I give up.”

“I work better with pressure,” Stiles insists. “Plus, insomniac, remember? I should at least do something with all those wasted hours. I get anxiety from staring at the ceiling hours on end.”

Alex gives up, rolls on his side, and asks: “So how did you even meet? Lydia and you,” he adds when Stiles prompts him to explain.

“Well, I’d been obsessed with Lydia since, what, the third grade?” Stiles’ tone is falsely casual. “And she wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence.”

“Harsh.”

“Yeah. But—I deserved it a bit, if you ask me. Like—it was bad. But anyway, our sophomore year, her best friend Allison started to date my best friend, Scott.”

“Wait,” Alex says. “Your best friend is Scott?”

Stiles turns around, visibly confused, and sighs when he sees the look on Alex’s face. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, please, tell me again who Scott is. I didn’t know you had a best friend. Do you two speak often?”

Stiles rolls his eyes but doesn’t take the bet, lying on his bed. “Seriously,” he says, “sorry if I’ve been,” he gestures helplessly, “you know, too much with them. It’s just—small towns, you know? I’ve known the same three people my entire life.”

Alex hums like he knows what Stiles is talking about, even though he grew up in the extensive suburbs of DC.

Just then Stiles’ phone buzzes, and Stiles picks up faster than Alex has ever seen any human do.

“Hey,” he greets. “Already? Okay, you remember the way? You turn left on—yes, that’s it. Okay, I’ll wait outside. Lydia’s barely two minutes away,” he tells Alex when he hangs up. “Hey, you wanna meet her?”

After months of hearing about the elusive Lydia Martin, Alex isn’t going to miss his chance. “Sure,” he says, rolling on his feet. “C’mon, I’ll give you a hand.”

He takes Stiles’ backpack and keeps the door open while Stiles pats his pockets for his keys and student ID.

“You forgot anything, I’ll bring it to you tomorrow,” Alex suggests as they wait for the elevator.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m not going home until Sunday.”

“Thanks, man.”

Alex’s parents live forty-five minutes away, in a house that’s never really empty, unlike the campus library will be tomorrow, so Alex has decided to do the total opposite of his roommate and do all of his homework over the weekend, so he can be peacefully pestered by his siblings, parents, and relatives during the rest of the break. It’s genius, really.

When the elevator finally arrives, it’s so crowded that they just cram Stiles’ suitcase in on someone’s toes, and run down five flights of stairs to beat it to the ground, managing it just so. It’s a relief when they finally step outside away from the crowd in the lobby.

“Which one��s her car?” Alex starts to say, squinting for a Massachusetts plate. He turns to find that Stiles is already walking towards a bright blue car and the woman just getting out of the driver’s seat.

“Lydia!” he calls, but he didn’t need to: even from afar, Alex can see the way Lydia’s face brightens at the sight of Stiles.

By the time Alex meets them, walking very slowly and letting a lot of pedestrians and cars speed before him, they have yet to come up for air and Stiles is pressing Lydia against the car just enough to lift her half an inch from the ground.

She really is tiny, Alex thinks fleetingly as he busies himself with the birds in a nearby tree.

When he hears voices, he turns back and gets closer, placing Stiles’ backpack on top of his abandoned suitcase.

“Oh,” Lydia says, looking at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know—” She presses a hand on Stiles’ arm and extends the other to Alex. “Hi, I’m Lydia.”

“Alex,” Alex says, shaking her hand. Lydia’s makeup is somehow intact, but her hair is a little mussed, which Alex charitably decides to believe is from the wind. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you.”

Lydia’s hand slides from Stiles’ arm to his hand, so that they’re standing next to each other, the height difference only highlighted by Lydia’s heeled boots.

Lydia’s smile is easy, bright, and clever; it’s not hard, in retrospect, to see how she can have been both the most popular and intelligent person in school.

“Sorry for the display,” Lydia says.

“It’s okay, I get it.” Alex shrugs. “Long distance and all.”

“Yeah,” Stiles says. “Worse three months of my life.”

“Three months?” At his confusion, Lydia shoots him a surprised look.

“Yes,” she says. “We started dating last June.”

“But.” Alex’s mind in reeling. “You got together when you were a senior.” He points to Lydia.

“Yes?”

“And now you’re a junior in college,” he says.

“Yes.”

Alex looks at them, lost. Stiles has a little smile like he knows the punchline. “I don’t get it. I thought you were older than Stiles?”

“By three weeks, yes,” Lydia says. “We were in the same grade.”

“Three weeks? But—MIT—”

“Offered me to get in as a junior,” Lydia says. “I had enough credits to graduate two years ago, but I stayed in high school, so we got an arrangement.”

Alex’s head is spinning. Suddenly his major in poli sci at GWU doesn’t seem like such an accomplishment.

“So you actually are a genius,” he says stupidly.

“You could say that, yes,” Lydia says with the same easy smile.

Stiles is biting his lip so hard not to laugh that he’s turning red. Alex has the sneaking suspicion that his confusion happened on purpose; Stiles’ own way to show admiration for Lydia, maybe.

“I can’t believe you,” he tells Stiles.

“Sorry?”

It doesn’t seem very sincere, but neither was Alex’s complaint: Lydia is laughing, but not at him, so in the end it doesn’t matter so much.

“I should let you go,” Alex says, stepping away from the car. “You’re going to hit rush hour otherwise, and also, I don’t have a coat and I’m freezing.”

“I’ve been cold for you for the past ten minutes,” Stiles admits. Lydia slides in the car to pop open the trunk and he goes around to stuff his suitcase in.

“Good meeting you,” Lydia says, one hand on the car’s door. “Have a nice break.”

She manages to make banalities sound earnest. “You too,” Alex says, meaning it. “See you in a week!”

Stiles waves back and slides in the passenger seat. By the time Alex makes it on to the curb on the other side of the street, he can just see the car round up the corner and disappear toward one of the campus’ exits. Then the wind almost blows him over, and he hurries inside to get some rest before starting on his work.

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