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celestialtarot11 · 2 months

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How to Turn Your Situation Into Something Positive 🍵💗

Hi friends! Welcome to another PAC reading where we’ll be looking at how to transform any current situations you’re in! Keep in mind there are many different groups here and there will be messages which you won’t resonate with, just leave it for someone else 😊❤️ Please like, comment and reblog to share the love ☮️

Pile 1 🌟- Hi there pile 1’s! Someone definitely did ya’ll dirty in a situation and it left you feeling sad and lonely. A loss was created because someone handled a situation unfairly, and you’ve been feeling very down. This situation felt like it was weighing on your chest, and possibly there was a misunderstanding of feelings, or someone took something the wrong way and blew up here. And I feel like you took the brunt of the situation for a long time. I feel like this is something that was happening for a long time, and you’ve been wanting justice to come to this situation, or karma to hit that person to show them where they went wrong. Its also very possible for some of you this person reached out and reignited those triggers and you’re finding it difficult to be compassionate towards them. Your anger is understandable and so are your triggers, I feel like spirit is saying it’s important to know your boundaries in this situation and have your back. Look after you first. There are/were people who benefitted from you having no boundaries because they liked the feeling of power, and that needs to change. There’s this feeling of stepping up or no longer accepting their bullshit, which I’m so proud of you pile 1! Know your worth and value. Thats how you turn this situation into a positive one. Knowing your true worth and value will help you walk away from anything that is less than what you want. This person could be bread-crumbing you and as of now you’re done with that energy! Im also hearing whilst its very understandable you’d wish someone their own karma, spend your time wishing yourself the blessings you’ve always wanted instead. Feed yourself empowerment and start thinking “how can I support myself now?” be there for yourself pile 1, and also once you heal you begin to see a lot of things that you didn’t before. Within yourself and everyone else. Happy healing pile 1 💗🌟 Wishing you the best! Please like comment and reblog to support this blog ✨

Pile 2 ☮️- Hi there pile 2! ❤️🌟 Welcome to your reading. For you I see you need to distance yourself from a community or situation here and really really focus on your self confidence. Your esteem, body, and health. There’s something about getting your life in order and no longer letting external factors or people tell you what to do. Become your own boss in this situation. Some of you need to take an active role in this situation as well and know you’re the shit! 💗 like speaking up, setting boundaries, deciding what YOU’ll do, not focusing on them. You’re everything anyone could ever want, and some of you may have forgotten that. Your true power is meant to come out in this situation. What would help as well is remaining unbothered by this person or situation. I’m hearing it’s a silly situation, for some of you. Like petty high school drama. There could be someone trying to compete with you and show they are the best, but truthfully insecurities are loud, confidence is quiet. I’m hearing from spirit let them make a fool out of themselves because they are responsible for themselves only! What they say and what they do is on them. Continue working on yourself because I feel like whoever this is, is trying to undermine your confidence or skill, and you won’t stand for it and shouldn’t! 😤 I also feel like spirit will be giving you messages in your dreams about this situation so definitely sleep with amethyst, clear quartz or lavender herb under your pillow. If not allergic, drink lavender and chamomile before you bed ✨either way I feel like your presence is truly amazing and its like royalty, and what you need to know is that don’t give those haters your attention. Focusing on yourself is literally the best outcome here. Thank you pile 2’s! Please like comment and reblog to spread the love 💗🌹

Pile 3 ⌛️- Hi there pile 3’s! First of all I just want to ask if ya’ll are okay? 🥹❤️ Ya’ll seem to be going through it. Either a relationship with someone got unhealthy and controlling, or there has been a loss and you’re struggling to cope with it. Spirit is offering a lot of support and healing right now, and although you may not see it or feel it, spirit is protecting you heavily now. There’s a veil around you. I also feel that this ending was necessary because it was getting toxic, controlling and brought out the worse. I think someone here had to make a decision to choose themselves over toxicity. And it’s okay to hurt by that too. Honor and acknowledge your loss without shaming yourself for making the healthy choice 💗 I received the Queen Of Cups so I feel like there’s something about focusing on your growth and healing now. “Let growth be your mission. Let healing be your reward. Let freedom be your goal.” I love this quote and I go by it. Spirit wanted me to share it with ya’ll. I feel like ya’ll have been working on your healing for a long time and revisited something of the past, and its been tough processing it. In a way, its allowing this new version of you to come through and grow every time 💗🥹 This new version of you has a lot of emotional abundance and knowledge, and is definitely patient and caring. I feel like your higher self is coming through to also say it’s important to feed yourself kind words. If harsh words worked it would’ve worked a long time ago is what I heard too. Call yourself the names you wish to be called, like nicknames, talk gently, and use respectful words to yourself the way you would with anyone else ✨💗 I feel like you guys used to give everyone your secret wisdom, or the things you’ve healed from like all of that information, and now you are being asked to remain private and selective about it. This will help you a lot in this situation to focus on yourself. Thank you for being here pile 3 and I sincerely hope this helped you ❤️🌟 Please like comment and reblog to help this blog grow 🌟😊

Thank ya’ll for stopping by! Its highly appreciated and I really hope this PAC got ya’ll the clarity you needed ❤️🥹 Thank ya’ll for being here always.

Paid Readings 💗✨

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kingofbodyrolls · 8 months

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Jungkook fic recs 2023

In honor of Jungkook’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Jungkook fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (💜)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂.

⭐Two point Five: pt1, pt2, pt3 [series] by @bratkook // jjk x f.reader // handyman!jk, s2f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. Right?

🗨️ This is also one of my all time favorites! 💎There is just something incredibly hot about handyman JK 🥵 It is so good, juicy, smutty and there’s comedy in it too! Please don’t be sleeping on this one.

⭐Caught Me by @jeongi // jjk x f.reader // roommate!au, e2l // 🥵😂

📝 You hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.

🗨️ This is a fucking MASTERPIECE 💖 I love the banter and comedy, how JK gets on readers nerves 😂 I love absolutely every fucking thing about this and don’t get me started on the smut 🔥🔥 🔥

⭐The Forgotten Spaces [completed series] by @oddinary4bts // jjk x reader // college!au, dancer!au + e2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 You’ve been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

🗨️ This is truly a masterpiece! The writing is perfection and the characters have so much soul, dimension, hurt and love. It is exceptional 👏🏾♥️ you just have to read this gem 💎

⭐McD*ckin by @jinned // jjk x f.reader // slice of life, fast food worker!jk, customer!reader, s2l // 🥵😂

📝 “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”

🗨️ I’d like to order a McChicken please 🙋🏾‍♀️🥵💦 this was funny, and actually made me laugh like a freak at some points 🤣 also the second hand embarrassment 😳🙈 It really cheered me up. I really liked the ordering menu when reader arrived 🙈🤭 also the ending, which was unexpected for me, but I quite liked it because it wasn’t “super happy and lovey dovey” like most of the stories I read, but still open 😊

⭐The Wedding Planners by @gukyi // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 Jeon Jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. Then your best friend Hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly Jeon Jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding. And then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.

⭐In the Dark by @jksangelic // jjk x pjm x f.reader // threesome, f2l, mxm // 🥵😂

📝 “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”

⭐Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates 💯 by @ot7always // jjk x f.reader // college!au, roommates!au // 🥰🥵

📝 What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

⭐Anpanman by @honeymoonjin // jjk x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?

⭐The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes by @oddinary4bts // jjk x reader // idol!au + fwb2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

🗨️ It is a long one, but damn is it worth it! It will take you for the very best rollercoaster ride of your life. So if you haven’t read this yet, what are you honestly doing with your life?

Borahae and happy birthday Kookie 💜 🥳 🎂

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fan-fantasies · 11 months

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Think What You May (part 2)

Pairing: Aemond x reader

Warnings: none?

A/N: part 3 is written and part 4 is in the works. Not sure if it’ll end there or if I’ll need a 5th part to wrap it up 😊

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Part one

“Have you tried simply talking to her?” Criston asked as he lunged at Aemond. The prince easily dodged his advances as he scoffed at the question.

“Women do not want to talk; women like gifts as an apology,” Aemond said.

“Have we not learned from the mistake of assuming we know things about women? Especially that one?” Criston nodded behind Aemond, causing him to turn around. He caught sight of you accompanying his sister through the training fields, most likely on your way to the gardens.

You looked up and caught Aemond looking at you, which made the prince stumble backward and trip over a shield he forgot he threw down.

“My prince, are you okay?” Criston rushed over and knelt next to him. “If that’s all it takes to best you, I should invite her to training more often.”

“My ego has been bruised enough,” Aemond mumbled.

“Perhaps you should do it more often, she seemed to like it,” the man chuckled. Aemond’s final glimpse of you included an elusive smile gracing your face as you tried to hide your laughter. Well, it’s better than the scowl that’s been permanently etched on your face as of late.

Helaena had convinced you to stay with the promise that if Aemond so much as looked at you cross she would punch him herself. She may have even offered to sneak a spider into his bed.

So you agreed to stay, which Aemond was thankful for, but he had no idea how to go about gaining your good graces.

Instead of taking Criston’s advice, he went along the gift route. First, it was flowers- a new bouquet every day delivered to your chambers. None of them came with a note but the servant delivering them made sure you knew who they were from.

They were beautiful, but still you said nothing to the prince. After the flowers seemed to fail, he turned to trinkets perfumes- the finest imports money could buy. Exotic gifts that you could only dream of having.

And yet…nothing. So Aemond turned to more drastic measures.

He sourced the finest gemstone he could and had it made into a necklace. This one he attempts to delivers himself, but you were not in your chambers. He knocked a few times but after no answer, he decided to venture in. He didn’t want to leave it at your door for just anyone to take, after all.

He entered your room cautiously, taking everything in. It smelled delightful and was actually quite neat. He saw a few books on the table and knew you must’ve avoided the library to spare yourself a run in with him.

Your bed was messy and unmade, but looked comfortable and inviting- much like you.

He left the box on your pillow to be sure you found it. He left a little note on top.

“This will look beautiful on you - Prince Aemond.

Every time he saw you, he strained his neck to steal a glance at you. It was uncharacteristically cold in the keep and you opted for more conservative clothing so he couldn’t see if you were wearing his gift or not.

He was beginning to get frustrated at your lack of replies. Surely by now you knew he was sincerely sorry and should forgive him.

He decided that training would be a good way to get you off of his mind, but what he wasn’t expecting was to see you on the training field speaking with Criston.

You were laughing at whatever the man said and something bubbled up inside Aemond that he was unfamiliar with. Jealousy.

“Ser Cole… my lady,” he said, nodding his head to you. Your smile was gone instantly as you watched him approach.

“Your grace,” Criston bowed. You curtsied before turning back to the trainer.

“I’ve quite enjoyed our discussion; perhaps we could continue it soon,” you said.

“Of course, lady,” he replied.

“And what was this riveting discussion about?” Aemond asked.

“Nothing you’d be interested in,” you snapped.

“How can you be so sure? You don’t know what I like to discuss,” he retorted.

“That’s true; but then again you don’t try to talk to me. Good day, Ser Criston. My prince,” you nodded before taking your leave.

“Say nothing,” Aemond mumbled. Criston gave him a pointed look before handing him his sword.

“And where has saying nothing gotten you?”

Aemond’s apology efforts were seemingly in vain which put him in an even more sour mood than usual- especially during the ball his family was hosting.

He sat stone-faced at the table, staring down the crowd. Aegon was already too drunk to stand and Helaena was being a social butterfly around the room.

“My dear, Aemond, I do wish you would try to enjoy yourself just a bit,” Alicent sighed.

“You know I have no taste for festivities, mother.”

“Is there truly no one here you wish to socialize with?” She asked.

“Outside of you and Helaena, there is no one I wish to associate with,” he grunted.

“Are you sure?” She asked. “Not even our favorite lady in waiting?”

Aemond’s eye snapped to the dance floor where Alicent was looking. Your back was turned to him, but he knew it was you. Your gown was beautiful but it was what he noticed when you turned around that left him speechless.

The necklace he had made for you sat around you neck. His breath hitched in his throat and the rest of the room melted away. Perhaps this was you accepting his olive branch.

He watched as your attention turned to someone in the crowd… Criston. You made your way closer to him but Aemond wasn’t having it. He left his mother at the table watching in amusement.

He quickened his pace to try and cut you off before you made your way to his trusted knight. Before he could reach you, however, he ran into a waiter that was holding a tray above his shoulder. It clipped Aemond in the head which caused the tray to clatter to the ground and the prince to double over in pain.

“My prince! I’m so sorry! Truly, I did not mean to,” the waiter was terrified of the wrath of the young prince. Aemond took a deep breath to compose himself.

“It’s quite alright. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” he sighed.

You, along with everyone else, were watching the scene unfold. You had to admit, you were quite surprised that there was no outburst. You were even more surprised when Aemond helped the waiter clean up the mess.

You decided to get some ice for his head which was undoubtedly sore. You found him sulking in the corner, gently reaching out your hand to touch his arm.

“Are you okay?” You asked. He nodded softly.

“I’ve made quite the habit of injuring myself as of late,” he sighed.

“And I’ve made quite the habit of tending to injured Targaryen princes,” you chuckled. You held the towel with ice to his head gently, your other hand resting on his cheek to hold him in place.

He couldn’t help but stare at the necklace. He wanted to talk to you, but no words were coming to him.

“My eyes are on my face, you know,” you smirked.

“What? Oh, yes! They are…on your face…are lovely! I meant.” He was mentally kicking himself. “I was right.”

“I find that hard to believe, but what is it you were right about?”

“It looks beautiful on you.”

“That’s because it is beautiful,” you chuckled.

“It could be a piece of tin and it would still be gorgeous simply because of who wears it,” he admitted.

“Sounds like you could’ve saved some money if you had gone with the tin then.”

Aemond couldn’t help but laugh at your banter. Not only were you beautiful, but you were smart and witty as well. And it only made him feel worse for wrongly judging you.

“I must admit, I’ve been wearing it every day. It is stunning and I owe you my thanks,” you said kindly.

“It is I that owes you, my lady. I truly am sorry for how I behaved. It seems that you have a kindness in you that I could do well to learn,” he said.

“If you wish to learn from me, it seems like you will have to spend more time with me,” you said quietly.

He looked at you with a surprised expression, to which you returned a shy smile.

“I would like that, lady. Truly.”

“Perhaps next time though, you could just talk to me. It would save you a lot of coin,” you chuckled.

“You’re worth every penny.”

You tried to hide your smile at his words and it made him swell with pride.

Perhaps he should thank Aegon for his depravities that led him to you, and in turn, you to Aemond.

Part Three

#aemond targaryen x reader #Aemond x reader #Aemond Targaryen #hotd #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #Aemond hotd

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shininglikeyoursmile · 6 months

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My favourite melody

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Word count: around 500

Summary : Lloyd realises how far he'd fallen for you and he doesn't wish to stop it anytime soon maybe never.(This is from his pov)

Warning: Soft Lloyd, 😌, feels ,🥺. Fluff!!!!!🥰😊😇 . As always no minors. 18+ only.

A/n: WHY HE'S FICTIONAL! 😭😭😭. I want my own llyod to take care of me . Liiiike please🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. I just love him 🥹🥹🥹

There is no actual description of reader. No use of y/n.

All mistakes are my own. No beta read. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

As always my beloved, comments, feedback and reblog are SO MUCH APPRECIATED!!!!! please leave some feedback!!!!!🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Lots of love! ❤️

Lloyd POV:

I used to think the world revolved around me until she came storming in my life ,and for once I wasn't complaining.

The realisation hit me after a while, that my world revolved around her. She sets my soul on fire and the warmth soothes the very reason of my being. I don't want the fire to ever be put out because it makes me feel alive. I trace my fingertips along her cheek and it's more than enough that she's in my arms . More than anything it's enough for me, for a lifetime but maybe I am greedy and I want her for eternity. Her sleeping form moves closer to seek more of my warmth and my heart feels like it can burst out of my chest at the next second but instead it beats so hard that it makes a melody which my ears only hear. I love her and God, I love her. "I've never asked for anything, Cupcake. But for you," he leans down and his lips dance along your forehead "for you I will beg to God." . He lets the words hang in the air. It's like a warm blanket settled over his cold heart. A heart he used to think which can't love. But then there are you making him feel every single thing. His hand seetles on your waist and he pulls you closer and you let out a sigh of contentment. His words from earlier echo in his head and he feels the reality of how far he has fallen for you. His Cupcake. He tilts your chin to get a better look at your sleeping face. My sunshine " he whispers and his lips brush along your jaw . His gaze moves to your close eyes and he thinks, the colour of your eyes is his favourite and he makes a promise to himself to keep it like that till his last breath and for eternity if that's what is waiting for you both. "I want you in a way I can't explain Sunshine. But let me try to explain it"he sighs and his lips turn in a grin"If someone asked me to choose between the world and you, and I had two chances , i will choose you twice so the world better know you are mine and I am yours' ' . The evening is turning colder ,he notices as he gazes at the window . "I will choose your warmth if everything I've achieved is winter "he continues ,"I need you more than air ."

"Lloyd " your sleepy voice makes his eyes meet yours "yeah, sunshine?" He replies with a smile. "I am sleepy" you say in a baby-like tone and he smiles, genuinely smiles. A type of smile which makes his eyes twinkle in the dark night. "And nothing is stopping you from sleeping more " he says in a soft tone and then you are back to sleep. It's like his presence has that calming effect on your soul which makes you fall asleep easily and moreover fall in love with him. He pulls up the warm blanket more til it's touching your chin and that's the last thing you both remember when the deep slumber of sleep pulls you in a sea of dreams. And for the nth time he isn't complaining.

Aggghh my heart 🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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harringtonstilinski · 4 months

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twelve: Will the Wise

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 2,271 Warnings: fluff, lil' bit of angst, maybe a phrase we're gonna see in the future? 👀, dart... eating mews Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We've got more fluff in this episode!! What do we think about Steve & Olivia's friendship? Remember, if you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Hopper ended up taking me back to the station, where I biked home when my shift was over. He told me on the way that I couldn’t see her because it was dangerous- the same thing he told me the night before.

I understood and went home when my shift was done, seeing Dustin home as well. We hung out that night, watching tv with our mom before we had to take our showers and go to bed.

Mom said she needed the car again for errands today since she didn’t get all of them done yesterday, which was fine because when I stepped outside after Dustin turned onto the street, Steve was pulling into my driveway.

I didn’t have to do an early shift at the station, so we went straight to school, talking about anything and everything again. I told him about the pumpkins and how they were all rotting for no apparent reason.

We walked into the school together, laughing about something he’d said. Our first periods were next to each other, so we parted ways for an hour before we stopped by my second period, where my teacher was holding my assignments for the day, then went to the gym where I sat in my usual spot on the bleachers and got to work on my schoolwork before the boys played Shirts vs Skins again.

I watched as Steve tried to keep Billy from getting the ball, only for Billy’s teammate to throw it to him, Steve trying to knock the ball away from Billy, who ended up pushing Steve away a little to dribble the ball.

“Alright!” Billy said. “Alright, alright!” Gesturing towards Steve, he said, “King Steve! King Steve, everyone. And his lovely Queen behind him!”

I rolled my eyes at his words. All I wanted to do was come out of the bleachers to pummel his face in.

“I like it,” Billy added. “Playing tough today.”

“Jesus! Do you ever stop talking, man? Come on!” Steve said.

Billy laughed before saying, “What? You afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I’m here? Huh? Or are you afraid your Queen is gonna go for a real man?” He shouldered Steve, making a basket before looking at me and winking.

“Ew,” I muttered.

“What?” he asked.

“I think I threw up in my mouth a little,” I sighed. “Watch your fucking back, Hargrove.”

He chuckled and turned around, bending down to help Steve up, but instead stopped about halfway and said, “You were moving your feet. Plant them next time, draw a charge,” before pushing him back down to the ground.

Again, red. All I saw. I leapt out of the bleachers so fast, I didn’t even register Steve getting up and putting his arms around my waist, putting my back against his front.

“Let go, Steve,” I said, struggling to get out of his hold.

“No.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

“Aw, come on, Harrington,” Billy said. “Let her see what a real man is all about.”

I struggled even more against Steve, but stopped when the coach blew his whistle, calling my name. I looked his way when he blew the whistle again, telling his team to go hit the showers.

Steve told me to wait in my spot, and not talk to Billy, no matter what he says to me. I sighed and nodded, telling him not to take too long.

I went back to doing my schoolwork when the last bell rang for the next class, but I just stayed put, not caring about going to class. I definitely wanted to leave when I heard Billy say, “Especially that one.”

I looked up, seeing him looking at me with a smile that I’m sure would get a lot of girls out here wet, but not me.

Tommy H. said something that I really didn’t need to comprehend as I heard their sneakers on the gym floor.

“Ready?” Steve asked, standing by the bleachers a couple minutes later.

I got down, shouldering my bag. “I really don’t want to be here anymore. I just… I wanna go to the station to get my hours in and go home to soak in a nice, hot bubble bath.”

He put his arm around me as I took a deep breath. “It’ll be fine. Just ignore him.”

I gasped. “I have an idea. I just go to the front office and tell them that Hop needs me early today and that I need to get there right away! Problem solved!”

Steve laughed, but agreed. Surprisingly, the administrators believed the hell out of me, which made Steve and I laugh once we got in the car.

“I cannot believe that worked,” I laughed as Steve was backing out of his spot.

He shook his head, a smile on his face as he put the car in drive and drove off to the station.

“Thanks for taking me around,” I said. “Since Mom’s been needing the car here lately.”

“It’s no problem,” Steve replied. “I enjoy it. Really.”

I smiled and looked out the window. If I don’t get these feelings under control, I might just kiss him stupid.

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Hopper wasn’t at the station when Steve dropped me off. I asked Flo where he was, and she told me that he was probably at the Byers house. Groaning, I walked back outside, Steve’s car a block away. He was stopped a light, which I thanked the universe for. I got it in and scared him half to death.

“Geez–”

“I need you to take me to the Byers,” I rushed. “Hop’s there.”

He nodded and took the next turn to drive to the Byers home. The drive was silent, but it was a comfortable silence. When we got there, I thanked him and kissed his cheek, something I hadn’t realized I’d done until I got halfway to the door.

The front door was open, and cold inside the house. “Hello?” “Olivia?” Joyce said. She came around the corner. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

“Y-yeah,” I stuttered. “But I was having some rage issues towards another student– what’s going on?”

“Come on,” she said, giving me the come here motion with her hand.

I followed her to Will’s room, the boy just sitting there facing the window. “What’s wrong with him?” I whispered.

“Will, honey, Olivia’s here to visit,” Joyce said.

At his non-response, Joyce, Hop and I sat down next to Will on his bed, two drawings in Hop’s hands. “So this thing, this shadow thing,” Hop said. “You told your mom it likes it like this. It likes it cold?” With red rimmed eyes, Will whispered, “Yeah.” Confusion laced over my face, I asked, “How do you know that?”

“I just… know.”

Hopper looked at the drawings again before asking, “Does he talk to you?”

“No,” Will said. “It’s like… I don’t have to think. I just know things now. Things I never did before.”

Hopper got up and moved to sit in Will’s desk chair, asking, “And, uhh… what else do you know?”

“It’s hard to explain,” Will said. “It’s like old memories in the back of my head, only… they’re not my memories.”

I wanted to wrap my arm around his upper back like I used to, but feared doing it for some reason.

“I mean, I don’t think they’re old memories at all,” Will continued. “They’re… they’re now-memories, happening all at once, now.”

“Can you describe these now-memories?” Hopper asked.

“I don’t know,” Will replied after a moment. “It’s… it’s hard to explain.”

“I know it’s hard,” Joyce said. “But can you try? For us?”

With tears in his eyes, Will replied, “It’s like… they’re growing and spreading… killing.”

“The memories?”

“I don’t know.” He started crying, saying, “I’m sorry,” as he put his face in the crook of his mother’s neck. She looked around for a moment before looking me in the eyes.

“What if you draw them?” I asked. “It’ll be easier than using words.”

When he agreed, he moved to his desk to start drawing… more like scribbling. Once there were enough papers he’d tossed to the ground, we picked them up and took them into the living room, going back every so often to fetch more.

I was looking at them, more confused than ever. “I’m so fucking confused,” I whispered.

“Language,” Hopper groaned.

“This is more of the same,” Joyce said.

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just scribbles.” He put one page behind the others he was holding, Joyce telling him to wait before she started looking for a paper in her stack, connecting the papers together.

“Oh, my goodness,” I said, realization hitting me like a bus. “I know what he’s doing.” I ran to get more papers, waiting for both adults to give me instruction.

“Wait, what?” Hopper asked.

“All the lines connect, Hop.”

We moved the table and couch out of the way, setting the papers down on the ground. I sat on the ground on my knees, connecting each paper that was dropping to the floor. I enjoyed doing puzzles. They relaxed me a lot.

We went back to get more papers as fast as we were putting the lines together from each paper. Once we were done and had every single paper that we had taped together, we stepped back to admire the work we’d just done.

“Does this mean anything to you?” Hopper asked, before moving along the papers.

“No,” Joyce said. “Is it some sort of maze or a road? I mean, it’s sort of forking and branching like… like lightning.”

“You think it’s that storm?”

“No, the storm he drew was different,” I said. “He used red. This is all blue and some weird dirt color.”

“Maybe it’s roots,” Joyce suggested. “‘Cause remember, he was saying it was spreading–”

“Killing,” Hop and I said.

“He said they were killing,” he said. He stood there for a moment before saying, “Vines.” He turned to put his jacket and hat on while saying, “He’s drawing vines.”

When he walked out, I looked at Joyce with my arms crossed. “I was gonna say he’s drawing some sort of map, but vines is good, too.”

She chuckled before looking at her watch. “Oh, sweetie, you better go. Don’t wanna be late to start your hours.”

“I’m sure our Chief here will count towards my hours,” I said.

She gave me that look that only mothers know how to give, so I relented. “Okay. I’ll go to the station and put in my hours.”

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When I walked up the driveway, I heard a bike behind me. Turning to see who it was, I smiled when it was Dustin. He didn’t acknowledge me as he passed me, but he did almost shut the door on my face when he walked in the house.

Mom was filling up Mews’ food bowl when I walked in, Dustin saying his apologizes.

“Where are you?” Mom yelled. “Mew-Mew.” She looked our way, saying, “Oh, hi, kids.”

“Hey, Mom,” we said.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Dustin said. “Yeah.”

“Livvie, how were your hours?”

“Fine, Mama,” I smiled. “The Chief has this big case regarding the pump–”

“Liv!” Dustin yelled.

I sighed before kissing my mom’s cheek, telling her I’d talk to her about my hours later. Dustin called my name again as I walked down the hallway, my reply being that if he didn’t shut his face, I’d take his teeth and hide them.

When I walked into his room and slid the door shut, I watched him walk to Yurtle’s tank, saying, “Dart, I’ve gotta talk to you, buddy.” He took off his hat and backpack, slinging them onto his bed. “It’s about my friend, Will.”

“Who the hell is Dart?” I asked.

“You’re about to see,” he smiled, turning to look at me. Taking a sheet off the tank, he said, “I think–” before stopping his words, the glass on the tank shattered.

“You better start explaining,” I said, coming to stand next to him.

“Liv, look.”

I looked at the slime that was dripping off the edges of the broken glass, more on the floor of the tank. “Gross.”

Dustin picked up what looked like molted skin, something a snake would shed. “What the hell?”

A roaring sound made me jump and turn around to face the other side of the room. A sound that was all too familiar.

“I swear to god, Dustin,” I whispered.

“Dart?” Dustin said.

I saw a blood trail from about the middle of the room on the carpet to the chair sitting in the corner of the room, going over it. We looked over, my mouth instantly hanging open.

“Oh, my god. Mews,” I gasped.

The creature turned and faced us, opening its mouth and screeching. I put a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming before walking out of Dustin’s room and into mine.

“Liv, I need you to keep calm,” Dustin said, sliding my door shut.

“Keep calm?” I exclaimed. “Keep calm? Dustin, why is there a fucking Demogorgon in the house?!” I whisper-yelled my question, not wanting to alarm our mom. “Why the hell was it eating Mews?”

“When I found him, he looked like a new species of reptile–”

“Well, he’s not! He’s from the Upside Down! Hopefully he can’t eat through wood because you’re sleeping in here tonight. Or you need to find some way to keep him contained tonight.”

It was quiet for a moment before he asked, “But he’s cute, though, right?” with a small smile on his face.

“Oh, my god.”

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Hello, my dear followers!

I'm sorry for not posting new content these days.

The fact is that several factors piled up and I feel so completely unmotivated to continue posting.

I highly appreciate the ones who keep interacting with me (there are a few of you but trust me, I know and I love you for your activity here).

On the other hand, my poll showed that majority of my followers don't ever reblog content or that people feel uncomfortable rebloging 18+ content. Not gonna lie to you, it hurts when someone likes to read your content but feel ashamed for it.

I can understand this for sure. I can also understand that in the current world, I'm not gonna be motivated through tips either. Perfectly understandable.

However, I feel genuinely discouraged by the fact majority of my followers don't even leave a comment of feedback on my readings. There are many readings I have done for idols or celebs I personally don't follow and I have specifically asked for any type of feedback to know whether I have been anywhere near accurate and there was no response.

I understand that you guys feel embarrassed rebloging my content. It's fine. I mean, you will hopefully mature in time so you don't feel ashamed for what you like but it might take years for you to get there.

I understand nobody has the funds to support content creators through tips.

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Don't get me wrong! I don't mind if your feedback comes a year after I have posted something. The time isn't important to me and I'm so very grateful to everyone who actually gives feedback and interacts with me.

I have over 1000 followers and even if half of them were bots, it's still sad I usually get feedback and interactions from 10-15 people here.

You need to understand one thing - Tarot is my hobby. I do it for my own pleasure, yes. But that doesn't apply to posting on Tumblr. I can continue doing tarot readings but without any increase in support through feedback, I might simply stop posting on Tumblr. It takes my time and energy. And the reciprocity here is not adequate as of now.

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justalonelyslytherin · 2 years

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Spelling Mistakes

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female Reader

Summary: Ari is the new barista at your usual coffee shop and keeps screwing up your name on your cup to get your attention. What are you going to do about it?

Warnings: fluff

Wordcount: 1.6k

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A/N: This was requested by the wonderful @chase-your-dreams-away, hope you like it 😊

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Standing at the counter of the small coffee shop she was staring down at the cup made with her order. She knew it was her order because there had only been one other customer and that was a young student, who had already gotten his drink.

“Everything alright?” She looked up at the inquiry. Before her stood the tall, beefy barista, wiping his hands on a dishtowel and leaning with his hip against the other side of the counter. She furrowed her brows and frowned.

“You misspelled my name,” she told him, slowly picking up the cup and looking at the blatantly wrong spelling of her name. It wasn’t a particularly hard name. At least she thought so.

Ari, that’s the name of the newest barista in the café she regulated, put his hand over hers slowly turning the cup until the scribbled name was pointing towards him. He leaned forward and looked intently at it.

“Huh,” he mummed, looking up at her, “next time I’ll get it right.”

She continued to frown at him. It left him cold. He just smiled at her unfazed. Slowly she huffed and turned around with the cup in her hand. As she walked over to the corner where her bag was, she took a tentative sip of the drink. At least he had gotten her order right.

For a guy who had her order memorized by the second time she ordered with him, he struggled a lot with her name. The first time she had called it an accident, the second time it must have been a coincidence. Now she thought he was doing it on purpose. She had no proof but it for sure felt like it was on purpose.

For the love of god she couldn’t figure out why. It bothered her that she couldn’t. Did he not like her? Did he find her annoying and a bad customer? Did she tip too little in his opinion? Did he want her to stop coming here? She liked this place. It was her comfort space. Her safe haven.

Looking back up once more from the space she sat at and sipped her drink, she glanced over to the bar. Ari was busy behind it, cleaning and sorting things through. As if he could sense her eyes he looked up. When their eyes met he smiled at her. He even had the audacity to wink. It made her look away immediately, wishing that Rachel would be back soon to work her regular shifts again.

Rachel and her were friends. She had been the one to show her the place, randomly handing her a flier on the streets. The pretty blonde woman and her encouraging words had intrigued her so much she had shown up the next day to check out the small café. By now she had her schedule memorized, always choosing to come when she knew the woman was behind the counter. Not only because Rachel had memorized her order by heart but also because she always took the time to chat with her while fixing the drink. It had become a habit for her to stay put at the bar and chat.

What a surprise it had been when she had shown up at her regular time two weeks ago only to discover no blonde behind the bar. Instead the tall, incredibly well built and tan hunk of a bear had stood behind the counter, smiling at her and introducing himself as Ari. Ari, the new guy who filled in for his friend Rachel. She had broken her foot while surfing and he was back from a year of backpacking through a desert to fill in for her.

He was doing it on purpose.

She was now sure of it. She had spelled the name for him, slowly saying every syllable as she had watched him write the name letter for letter. It was still misspelled when she had gotten to the counter to get her order.

He had smiled at her but she had been so fixated on the name, she hadn’t noticed. His smile faltered as she turned around without looking up or reacting, trudging towards her bag and the many papers splayed over the small table. The next time she would try a nickname.

That worked for a while. She had chosen to use flowers. These names he had written correctly, always doodling a mini version of said flower beside the name. It had made her smile and interact a little more with him, even made her forget the spelling fiasco for a while. Until after a week, on a particular stressful day, she had forgotten and told him her actual name again.

Standing in front of the counter the name stared back at her. It was like a punch in the face, even if it felt like a comically well-known routine. To think he still came up with a new way to deface the name everytime.

“Everything alright?” Ari leaned against the counter, both elbows on the edge and looked at her. It took her longer than normal to react. As she looked up at him without having touched the cup he was surprised. She looked so hurt and saddened, it made his heart pang.

“Do you do this on purpose?” She asked with an impossibly small voice. So quiet he had to strain his ears to properly understand her.

“What?” He still said in confusion. Her face twisted, some anger mixing into the swirl of emotion.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” She asked him, much more forcefully this time. Her shoulders shook, eyes hard and glaring.

“Writing my name wrong. Everytime. Even after I correct you. Everytime. I even spelled it for you and you got it wrong!” Her outburst surprised him so much he didn’t know how to react. She took his non-existent reaction as a form of confession and it was enough for her.

“If you don’t want me to return, just say it instead of this passive-aggressive bullying.”

Grabbing her cup she turned around and stomped towards her table. Instead of sitting down she collected the papers, angrily showing them in her bag before she walked out with the cup and her bag. The bell of the door announcing her departure kept ringing in his ears.

“Wait! Hey, wait!”

A blur of colors rushed by her side only for Ari to jump in front of her. Hair out of place and a little breathless he blocked her way with his hands held up.

“Please wait and let me explain.” He looked apologetic. Truly sorry. She didn’t want to, too hurt and ashamed to but he got the better of her. His puppy eyes made her resolve crumble so fast, she only sighed and gave him a small nod. His sign to explain.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would bother you so much.” He winced at the glare she sent him and the way she crossed her arms before her chest.

“Not be bothered by it? YOu wouldn’t be bothered by that?” She complained and he had to agree.

“It was a stupid idea I know…but I liked the way your nose scrunches up whenever you looked at the misspelling. It’s cute.”

“Listen, the first time was really a mistake. I was too distracted by how pretty and cute you were and I figured if I kept misspelling your name it would give me a moment longer with you.”

Her anger vanished. Washed away by his words. They left her reeling. He thought she was cute? And pretty?

Ari seemed to read her mind. He started to smile. That crooked little one that made her heart secretly flutter.

“You are the prettiest and cutest little thing I’ve ever seen. The moment I saw you for the first time I knew I wanted to get to know you. Maybe take you out sometime…I just didn’t know how to ask.”

Now that made her splutter.

“I can tell.” Her smile gave him hope.

“W-what?” She squeaked, feeling the blood rush up her neck as she got warm. Ari looked sheepish, scratching at his beard as he stared down at his shows.

“Guess I’m not very good at that.” Her snickering made him look back up.

“So, you’ll forgive me?” He asked, perking up at the possibility of it.

“Yeah, but only because I think you are cute too.” That made him grin, but there was one more thing he had to ask.

“And you’ll continue to come to the café? Rachel would kill me if I chased away her favorite customer.” That made her laugh. Ari decided it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Only if you write my name correctly from now on.” He could agree with that, nodding enthusiastically.

“Come on,” he told her and took her hand. She was confused but followed him back to the café. Bringing her towards the counter he was quick to jump over the small swinging door. Back behind he grabbed another cup, but not before he had taken her cup from her.

“Hey!” She protested quietly. The wink he sent her made her quiet down and smile softly. She watched him work behind the counter. He looked comically big.

It didn’t take long for him to place another cup in front of her. When she turned it around her name was spelled correctly. But that wasn’t what had made her heart flutter. Under her name, Ari had scribbled his own. Together with his number.

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 9 months

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A Lovely night

A lovely night

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Luke x OC (Julie)

Part of Summer Days Sultry Nights Content Creator Challenge hosted by @violettduchess and @aquagirl1978

Prompt: 11. Fireflies

Tag: Established relationship Childhood sweethearts to lovers Fluff Kisses

Word Count 1.280

Author’s Note: A special spectacle offer two lovebirds a wonderful occasion to spend some time together, playing around the little bugs and laughing like children with their hearts swelling with that soft feelings bonding them together since childhood, the same unbreakable spell the best tales are made with Love. 🥰

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It was a tepid summer night, the gentle breeze billowed on the patio inviting to doze off along the suffused melody of the crickets in search of a lover to spend the night with, exactly like everyone else, the leftover of a scrumptious homemade meal stood still on the table with the full moon reflecting its image in the water filled glasses, the fruity decoration casting their colors in the transparent liquid shining under its bright light.

He sighed softly immersed in a blissful satisfaction, dizzy with happiness and drunk in love as he admired her through his half lidded eyes, the taste of her honey cake still vivid on his tongue made even more sweeter as they kissed again and again as the petals cascaded around them dancing in the breeze while the little green leaves waltzed at its music.

He was almost falling asleep for good when she sat on his lap, his lips curling on their own accord in a smile waiting for her kiss when instead her voice ringed him off his dreams.

“It is time.”

Her words shaking off all his drowsiness in an instant as he looked frantically at her

“For what ? Julie ?” not even pronouncing her name had the effect of making her answer him honestly his question, at it used to, so he resigned himself to wait, her excitation palpable glimmered in her chartreuse eyes looking at him with a mirthful smile on her lips

“For the show.” her half explication did not suffice, but it had to for him, for he knew her lover whimsical nature

“Follow me.”

as if she had even to tell him, he would have followed her to the moon and back just to make her happy even if she had not say anything, even if she didn't wanted him because he had made an oath to protect her, to the point of being her shadow wherever she went like she did to him, because the truth was that they needed one another and unbearable agony was to them both to spend even a second apart from each other, thing they experienced in the palace and were not eager to feel again not for anything in the world.

He was to ask further questions still anxious about their whereabouts when she cut them all off melting her lips on his in a sweet slow kiss, able to dissipate all his doubts smiling at the warmth of her tiny hand engulf in his own to bring him deep in the forest, their path lit only by the soft light of the full moon filtering through the tall trees leaves, receding as they went on until they found themselves in an empty field he recognizes to be still part of their own territory a generous gift from his brothers he was far from refusing.

“Wow it ... gorgeous.”

“It is wonderful.”

Despite her being the one who suggested it she looked surprised like him at the spectacle stretching before their eyes, a glimmering sea of light filled every corner on the horizon like the stars had come to play hide and seek among the bushes, wonder lit up her pretty features he admired in awe, she looked so beautiful surrounded by that magical view like a Queen taking her place in the throne at the centre of his heart, a place that had always belonged to her and her alone since they were children and he had the luck to meet her.

Her melodious laugh music to his hear, far more beautiful than any other sound to him, even the one of a honey jar opening, a blissful smile curled his lips as he admired the little fireflies surrounding them both revelling in her bright gaze as he showed her the little lightning buzz that so casually had landed on his hand, buzzing softly at the companion landed on her fingers smiling at the sight of their little bugs flying toward the forest together like them.

Unable to contain happiness and love swelling in his heart he took her hand in his placing a kiss full or reverent devotion on her ring finger, receiving an heart melting smile he would have done everything for, closing the distance between them melting his lips on hers in a passionate kiss reluctantly pulling away from only after a sensual dance between their tongues, softly he cupped her face in his hands murmuring few inches from her swollen rosy lips.

“I love you Julie with all my heart forever and ever.”

“I love you too Luke so very much.”

A soft smile lit up her features dancing in her eyes and pouring over her lips at his warm wet lips brushing a tender kiss on her forehead, as he wrapped one arm around her hips, with his cape sheltering them both under its softness against the frizzier air of the night as they sat in the grass for a while, her frame engulfed in his bigger one hugging her from behind revelling in the way she nuzzled better between his legs leaning her head on his chest, while their heart beated in sync giggling at the soft kisses he peppered on her raven curls the same he loved to play with when they were in bed, that thought alone make heat rise to her cheeks in a soft rosy blush she hoped he would not see but in vain.

“You are so adorable, my little princess. You always were for me.”

His heartfelt confession melted her heart a the thought he treasured all the memories they had made together since they were children, conveying how moved she was by his soft confession she squeezed his hand in her caressing his ring smiling softly at him, seeing his eyes glimmer with unshed happy tear the same glimmering in her own irises, as she brushed her fingers on his cheeks in a tender caress.

“I swear you will never stop to amaze me.Thank you for loving me.”

“I feel the same, my big bear.Thank you for your love.”

Their hearts speaking freely to one another, he tightened his arms around her feeling his heart burst with love at the soft brush of her lips on his chest.

“I thought I was already plenty crazy of you but then you go and say such sweet stuff like that and I do not not know if I can hold back any longer.”

“Then don't.” a malicious glimpse glimmered in her green eyes she turned around cupping his face in her hands

“Don't hold anything back with me. I love you.”

“I love you too, but are you sure ?”

“Yes it can’t be otherwise. Come as you are to me, my bear.”

“I hope you know what you are bargaining for my princess.”

she laughed as he took her in his arms, offering her a gorgeous confident smile brightening all over his handsome features

“Oh trust me I know.” a charming smile on her lips she caressed seductively his chest, biting her bottom lips revelling at the sight of his leaf green eyes fill with lust and affection crinkled softly as he looked at her whose smoldering gaze mesmerized him tempted in to give in a desire impossible to tame, sparing no effort he walked back to their home in half the time sliding back in their bedroom ready for a blissful night of passion with only the aster as spectator as they showed their love to one another their union sealed once more with the mighty power of that feeling bonding their heart and destiny together since childhood, the almighty everlasting power of love.

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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Prove Your Worth

Pairing: Construction!Worker!Beefy!Bucky x F!Reader

Word Count: 2096

Summary: During a conversation with your husband, Bucky senses your frustrations and aids in alleviating your tension

Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, oral sex, praise kink, sex on desk, fluff, cheating, shitty husband,

A/N: Me and @sweeterthanthis had a conversation that led to this story so big thanks to her❤️ Also thank you @sparkledfirecracker for looking over this for me!❤️ All mistakes are still my own!

Please do not repost, translate or copy my work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 😊

Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Your phone kept ringing on the desk before you. It was your husband and he wasn’t happy. You knew it but you didn’t want to hear it. The same song and dance every time. He was rarely pleased and you were tired of having to deal with his primadonna needs. Rolling your eyes, you finally picked up the phone.

“Hello?” “Where were you? I’ve been trying to reach you all morning,” your husband’s voice came through the speaker.

“Sorry, I was doing my rounds. Must have left my phone in the office trailer. What’s wrong?” “What’s not wrong, should be the question you ask. I need the whole top floor redone otherwise the rest of the building will be off.”

“Redone?” you asked, leaving off the ‘again’ you wanted to add. This was the third time this week; the 8th time this month.

“Yes, do you have the blueprints in front of you?" Before you could respond, he began talking. You rushed to unroll the blueprint, putting the phone on the desk as you tried to follow along with his bullshit.

The smartest thing you did was mute him so he couldn't hear all the shit you were muttering under your breath. Some days you didn't know how you even married such a pompous asshole.

The door to the trailer opened and you looked up to see Bucky. He was a large man, towering over you, with thick muscles that you just wanted to sink your teeth into.

He gave you a small nod as he entered. His hair was tied back at the nape of his neck, a few tendrils slipping loose. Sweat beaded his golden sun kissed skin, making his dirty white vest cling to him like a second skin. The prominent line of his abs were defined through the fabric. The jeans he wore were faded and ripped, slung low and tucked into a pair of work boots. Everything about him made your mouth dry and you were embarrassed to realize how intently you were staring.

A small smirk played on his lips and you finally managed to rip your gaze from him, returning to your work. At this point you were so lost in trying to figure out what your husband was on about. Your fingers lightly traced over the lines of the blueprint and you leaned forward, attempting to find the wall that he thought was too short.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky walk past you, towards the coffee station or so you assumed. You pinched the bridge of your nose, letting out a long breath. A pair of hands landed lightly on your shoulders, pulling you upright. Those skilled fingers began to knead out the knots in your neck. You sighed contently sinking back in his hold.

Nothing your husband said was penetrating your thoughts, you were too concentrated on the way Bucky's hands were working their way down your back, massaging every inch of skin he touched.

"Lean forward for me, doll, get comfortable," Bucky's husky voice whispered in your ear. His hands on your lower back guiding you forward so your front was pressed to the hard oak desk. Your husband still pattering on about God knows what.

Bucky's hands trailed back down your body, over your ass to the hem of your skirt. He lifted it up until the fabric was bunched up at your hips, the cool air caressing over your bare skin.

"Fuck," you heard him mutter under his breath, "so damn perfect."

You opened your mouth to ask what he meant but the words lodged in your throat, a moan erupting instead as Bucky hooked two fingers around your panties and tugged them aside, licking a broad stripe up your folds.

His hands kept your cheeks spread as he worked his magic. Waves of pleasure coursed through your veins and your fingers gripped the edge of the desk. Bucky sucked on your clit, making your eyes roll back into your head. You had never experienced something that felt this good. In the five years that you had been married, you could count the times your husband went down on you, on one hand and it was never ever this good.

"Tastes so fucking good," he groaned, burying his face into your folds.

Bucky switched between licking and sucking as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. With a sharp quick nip on your clit, the coil snapped and you screamed as your orgasm hit you hard. Bucky didn't stop though, continuing his lathing until he had licked up all your juices.

You laid boneless on the desk, trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Suddenly you were manhandled into a standing position, your back pressed to Bucky's hard chest, his hand wrapped around the column of your

"I think you're ready for my cock now, might be a tight squeeze but I'll make it fit. Bet you've forgotten what a good fucking feels like," he growled in your ear and you clenched hard. Arousal coating your thighs. He seemed to know all the right things to say.

His free hand traveled down your body, grabbing your bare hip, holding you in place as he grinded his hard denim clad cock against your ass.

"Do you want it, doll?"

You nodded with a whimper. There was nothing you wanted more in that moment. Desire ran rampant through your body and you dug your nails into the hand holding your throat trying to show how much you needed this.

"Use your words, baby. I wouldn't want to misread the situation," he teased, moving his hand to glide his middle finger along your wet slit, toying with your clit, "and end up upsetting the boss. Although I don't think he really knows what to do with a body like this. Such a shame."

Another whimper fell from your lips and you muttered a 'please'. Bucky bit along your earlobe, tugging lightly. "Mhmm no. Try again, doll."

"Bucky, fuck me. Please. I need it. I need you."

"Atta girl," Bucky praised, releasing his hand from your body to work open his pants. You tried to peer over your shoulder to take a look, "No need to be sly about it. Turn around and see what you do to me, doll."

Like a good girl, you turned around, resting your butt on the edge of the desk. Bucky held his thick cock in his hand, pumping in slowly. Your mouth watered at the sight of it. The tip was red and angry, precum pooling on the slit. You licked your lips, wishing you could taste him.

"Like what you see? Go ahead, doll, take what's yours."

"Mine?" You uttered out, your thumb running lightly over the weeping slit. Bucky grunted, his hips bucking forward.

"Yes yours," he replied through gritted teeth, "You can't tell me that you don't think about me at night when that lame excuse for a husband tries to get you off."

"I-I don't," you protested, keeping your eyes on his cock to keep from looking at his face. He grabbed your chin, and you met those beautiful blue eyes. So darkened with lust and need.

"Don't you? Because I know I do. Every damn chance I get." He growled, pulling your face closer to his, noses touching. His lips were a breath away and you wanted to close the distance but you were still reeling from his words.

You couldn't deny his words or the spark that ran through you every time you saw him on the site. You grabbed his face, and kissed him hard, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

His cock throbbed as it pressed against your needy cunt. He kissed you feverishly, his hands holding your waist, fingers teasing beneath your blouse.

You reached down between your bodies, gently grabbing his shaft and guided it to your hole. He took over, pushing into you slowly. The burn of the stretch was a welcomed one and you moaned into his mouth as that pain quickly morphed into pleasure.

You gripped his shoulders as Bucky began to fuck you, insistent, purposeful thrusts that had you seeing stars everytime he hit that magical spot. One that your husband never seemed to be able to find.

His lips left yours to trail down your throat, allowing you to breathe and throw your head back giving him more access

"Such a needy cunt. Gripping me so tight. Don't worry baby, I'm gonna give her just what she needs." Bucky promised, pulling out almost fully before snapping his hips forward.

"Fuck, Bucky. Harder, please." You moaned, lifting your hips to meet his motions. Bucky chuckled against your skin, doing what you asked of him.

Soft pants and pleasure moans filled the small trailer and you found yourself lost in him. Your hands yanked the vest over his head, gliding over the sculpted planes of his chest, before resting on his biceps.

Bucky pushed you back until you were laying on the desk, his hips never relenting. He tore your blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. You knew that was definitely not a good idea but right now you didn't care; your body arching up to meet his wandering hands. He cupped your breasts through your bra before freeing them. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, giving them a slight tug.

"You're more perfect than I could have ever dreamed, doll."

Bucky's hands pinned your wrists to the desk as his head ducked down to pull a nipple into his mouth. Your mind was void of all thought aside from the way he was making you feel. His cock filling you in a way you'd never been filled, his lips soft but persistent on your skin, his tongue tasting every inch he could. You wanted to touch him, run your fingers through his hair but you didn't even know if you had the cognitive ability to.

His name fell from your lips in silent prayer, begging him to keep going, to fuck you harder. A slow-building heat began in your lower abdomen, and you knew you were close.

"You gonna cum, doll? I can feel you fluttering around me. Go ahead, cum for me," Bucky commanded and you nodded eagerly. He gave you a small smirk, his fingers pinching your clit as he whispered the word 'now', flooding your body with pleasure.

Your mouth fell open in a soundless moan, body trembling with the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky's hips kept going and his lips found yours as he chased his release. You clenched around him and Bucky roared, rearing his head back. His cum painted your inner walls in hot spurts, continuing until he had stuffed you full.

He rested his sweaty forehead to yours as you both came down from your highs. He released your hands and you glided your fingers over the sharp angles of his face, tangling in his hair.

"That was amazing," you whispered, and he smiled, giving you a soft kiss.

"Don't care what your husband may think," he said against your lips, "You're mine."

You winced as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He used his vest to clean you up before helping you off the desk and fixing your clothes.

"Now be a good girl and finish that call. Tell him you're gonna have to work late to accommodate the new changes he requested."

"I don't even know what those changes are."

"Doesn't matter, he's gonna change them in a few days anyway." Bucky shrugged, grabbing a flannel jacket off the hook to pull over his bare chest.

"So why am I telling him I'm working late?"

Bucky returned to you, grabbing your throat and yanking you forward, "because I want to spread you out on my bed and feast on that pretty pussy until I'm satisfied. And then I'm gonna fuck you so good, that you'll feel me for days."

You gulped, staring up at him with wide eyes. Bucky winked at you, kissing you firmly before letting you go. He gave a playful swat to your ass as he left the room.

You let out a shuddered breath, trying to collect yourself before moving to unmute the phone. Your husband hadn't even noticed your absence and you plopped down in your seat, chewing on the tip of your pen as he rambled on. Your mind filled with the promise of what Bucky wanted to do to you.

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The mha boys ask if you’re okay

Pairing : Contains Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Tenya Iida, and Denki Kaminari

Summary : the title says it all

Word count : Text message smau

Warnings : two uses of “ass” in Bakugo’s, mentions of being sad, nothing else really lol.

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A Greater Power

Pairings: Marcus Moreno x heroics!reader

Warnings: Violence, fighting, knife fighting, blood, death, angst, fluff.

Summary: You are a heroic but don’t actually have any powers. You’re skill with knifes and martial arts has you teamed up with Marcus, and you both fall for each other. On what’s to be your last mission, you both get captured and Marcus gets seriously injured. Can you save yourself and him before it’s too late?

A/N: this is a request by the lovely @lovelypastel2532 hope you enjoy 😊

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This is all wrong!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

What was supposed to be a simple mission, in and out, had gone terribly wrong. Some bad guys had stolen a chemical, one that if mixed incorrectly with other ingredients, could literally obliterate people. You and Marcus decided to take it, the last job before you both hang in the towel. Missy and the other children had really stepped up and now Marcus could finally retire, something he wanted you to do as well. He said he wanted to finally settle down with you maybe even start a family. You agreed.

You wish you hadn’t.

It was a trap. Looking back on it now, you don’t know how you didn’t spot it. The clues were all there. Electro had been behind it all, his hatred for Marcus beyond words and he was finally going to have his revenge.

Outnumbered and outmatched you were both captured and put in separate rooms. They tied you up and dangled you from the roof, your arms being pulled in angles they shouldn’t. Four men dressed in black, their faces covered watch you struggle against the rope but they don’t touch you. Strange you think. Why aren’t they doing anything? The quietness of the room is interrupted by a loud cry of pain. Marcus! They get louder and more frequent and you feel the blood drain from you at the sound of the man you live in pain. You needed to get out of here.

***

Marcus was tied to a chair and was surrounded by men in black. He tried desperately to get free from his restraints to no avail. Suddenly the door opens and electro marches in, a sly smirk on his face.

“Marcus Moreno, I beg you thought you had seen the last of me? I’ve been waiting for the moment for a long time. You are going to pay for what you did to me.”

“When I get out of here I’m going to kill you,” Marcus snarls at him. Electro lets out a deep sinister laugh as he clutches his stomach. “No, I don’t think you will. You see, I have an offer of sorts, your pretty women is next door. I have her tied up and men waiting to do my bidding at any given moment, all I have to do is give the order and she will wish she was dead.”

“Don’t you dare touch her,” he says struggling against the rope.

“Ah ah ah!” Electro says wiggling his finger at Marcus. “Not so fast magnet hands. Here is my offer. You can decide who lives or who dies, the choice is yours.”

“What are you on about?”

“I have the women you love and I also have your daughter. You must decide who I kill.”

Marcus’s heart almost stops as the words sink in, colour draining from his face. This can’t be happening.

“You took my wife away from me and now I will take something of yours. You have five minutes to decide.”

“No! You can’t do this..please.” Electro looks towards one of his men and nods his head. The guard speaks into a com link and says ‘do it’. The next thing Marcus can hear are your screams and it breaks him. Turning towards electro he begs him, “take me instead.”

“No! This will hurt you more.”

“Please…your wife…it was an accident..I didn’t mean to. Please just beat me, kill me. Leave them alone.”

Electro just stares at him, his eyes boring into him before he nods at the guard again and your screams stop. “Very well. I’m a generous man, I’ll accept your terms.”

***

You struggle against the rope again and you hope your plan works.

“Stop that!”

With a devilish smile you continue to work the rope, spotting of the men moving out of the corner of your eye. When he’s close enough you wrap your legs around his neck and snap his neck causing the other men to jump into action.

You were always underestimated. Your lack of powers always leading the villains into a false sense of security. What you lacked in powers you made up for in skill and combat. You were even more powerful that Marcus with your knifes and you had trained under Mr Miyagi in martial arts, something you liked to keep hidden.

Having managed to break free from the rope you proceed to kill the men in the room. Standing over the last one you hear a voice coming through on his com.

“Do it.”

Letting out a violent scream, you play the part of damsel in distress before slitting the man throat. That would by you some time. You begin to search frantically for the keys for the door but there are none. Looking up you see a crack in the vent and an idea forms in your mind.

***

“Please…” Marcus gurgles out through his blood filled mouth. “Kill me.”

Electro laughs before he sends a shock wave through Marcus. “This is much better. You will die only when I have had my fun.” Marcus was beginning to fade in and out of consciousness, his thoughts drifting to you and Missy. How he wishes he could see you again, tell you both that everything will be ok and that he loves you. His world fades to black just as he makes out a figure dropping from the roof.

***

No! No! No!

“Marcus…Marcus please wake up. Baby please..don’t leave me.” Movement catches your eye and turning you see electro pull himself towards the door. With a new found rage you grab Marcus swords and slice through him. Grabbing the phone from his pocket you call headquarters for an evacuation and to send medical before rushing back over to Marcus. Kneeling down beside him you kiss his lips and hold him before tears start to fall. “I’m so sorry baby, this is all my fault I should have known. I…”

“Y/N you need to move.” The team had arrived and were pulling you off him as the tried to put him on the gurney. You stood back, miracle guy keeping a hold of you as you watched them wheel him into the truck. When he was out of sight you completely break down, your screams of anguish echoing around the room .

“Hey it’s ok. He’s gonna be ok.”

***

After hours of surgery Marcus had finally pulled through. The doctors said he would be ok and shouldn’t have any lasting inquiries. You were so happy but it didn’t stop the feeling of guilt that had settled within you. You, Missy and Anita sat at his side day and night, waiting for him to come round. You were asleep on the chair beside his bed, your head resting on his arm and your fingers laces with his when you heard a groan. His fingers squeezed yours and you looked up at him in shock.

“Marcus you’re awake.”

“Hey baby…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore…but I’m alive…that’s all that matters..”

“Dad! Your awake.” Missy says excitedly as she rushes over to him. She hugs him tight but loosens up when he winches in pain.

“Sorry.”

“Hey…it’s ok..I love you. I love you both.” He says his eyes drifting towards you.

“This wouldn’t have happened if I had done my research properly. I’m sorry Marcus.”

He’s shaking his head as his grips your hand tighter in his. “Not your fault baby. He wanted me dead, he was capturing me no matter what.”

“I’m so happy your alive. I love you.”

“Ah you’re awake.” The doctor says as he enters the room. He asks Marcus a few questions before he does a quick check on him.

“You don’t have any lasting injuries, you any feel aches from time to time by it’s quite normal given what you’ve been through. We’d like to keep you here for at least a week and then if everything looks good, you can go home.”

“Thanks doc.”

He motions for you and Missy to hop on the bed with him and you both curl into his sides. Happy to be together again. A little while later, Anita arrives to find you and Missy fast asleep on the bed beside her son. He looks to her with a smile on his face. “Thanks for looking after them mom.”

“With was no trouble. I’m so happy your ok Marcus. I think it’s time you retire for good now though, I couldn’t bare to lose you.”

“I plan to.”

***

Weeks have passed and you and Marcus have fully retired from the heroics. Marcus has been spending his days him his office, doing what your not sure but your just happy he’s here. Standing at the stove you stir the meat in the pot when you hear a groan from behind you. Marcus is bent over gripping his knee.

“Hey baby are you ok,” you say as you rush over to him.

“Yeah just it aches sometimes that’s all.” He looks at you now and he can see the guilt written in your face. Gentle cupping your face in his hands, he kisses your lips softly. “Stop! This wasn’t your fault. I don’t want to see that guilty look on your face again.”

“Ok I’m sorry.”

He makes his way towards the stove and turns it off, moving the pot off the hob. “What are you doing?”

“I want to make love to my girlfriend if she let me?”

“Marcus your still in pain, I don’t want to get you.”

“I’m not in pain and besides I want to feel you, it’s been weeks.”

He laces his fingers with your and leads you to your shared room where he lays you back on the huge bed and makes love to you. It so slow and sensual and god you’ve missed the feel of him inside you. Climaxing together he rolls off you into the bed beside you pulling you into his side.

“Ten amo, mi amor.”

“I love you too.”

“I…I have something to tell you..” he says a little nervously.

“Hmm.”

“I’ve requested that Missy be removed from the heroics team.”

“What? Marcus she’s going to be so upset.”

“No she already knows, I’ve discussed it with her. I’ve bought us a house in Spain and I want to us all to move there and live a normal life. Mom included.”

“Is this really what you want?”

“Yeah it is. I just want us to be a family. Somewhere safe.”

“Ok.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you and Missy so much. Anita too. I’ll go whenever you go.”

He leans over you now, his eyes looking at you with such love and adoration.

“Will you marry me?”

“I’m pregnant!” You say at the same time.

You both freeze. Looking at each other with confusion on your faces.

“What?”

Marcus waits for you to speak first. “I..I’m pregnant…I found out last week.” His lips meet your in a searing kiss. “I’m gonna be a dad again?”

“Yeah. Are you happy?”

“The only thing that will make me happier is you agreeing to marry me.”

“Yes Marcus I’ll marry you.”

He grabs the small box from his bedside locker and slide the ring onto your finger. His hand moves down your bare skin and rests on you stomach. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive. I love you baby.”

“I love you too.”

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jerzwriter · 2 years

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Sometimes love is for... Part 1: ... a reason.

Book: Open Heart (End of book 3)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC, and Tobias Carrick x MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Eventual happy angst / AU

Summary: Casey MacTavish’s residency has ended and she is leaving Boston for a phenomenal opportunity at UCSF in San Francisco. But before she leaves, she has to say goodbye to the two men who entered her life and stole her heart during the past three years. How will it all end?

Part 1: Casey tries to make a hasty exit from Edenbrook, but Ethan can’t let her go before expressing his regret, and how he truly felt.

Warnings: None

Words: 1945

A/N: So, I posted angsty prompts and expected to write a couple of ficlets. Instead, I took four of the prompts I received and weaved them into this. The first part doesn’t actually have one of the prompts, you will find two in part two, and two in part three. I’m contemplating making a part four (70% sure I will), and if I do, you’ll see a few more prompts there. THANK YOU to all who sent prompts! I have quite a few left and I will write them all. Just be patient with me. :) I’m posting parts one and two tonight because… I want to. Three will be up within the next two days. I hope you enjoy this!

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Sometimes love is for... a reason.

Doctors tend to lose track of time; being awake at two in the morning or sleeping at two in the afternoon is just part of the job description. Casey couldn’t help but reflect on that as she left her final shift at Edenbrook while most of the world was heading into work.

“It figures I’d end with the overnight shift on my last day,” Casey laughed.

“Just be glad I didn’t schedule you for a double,” Ethan said with a smile that never met his eyes. “You know, for old times sake.”

“Hmm, memories,” she sighed as they came to a stop at the curb. She adjusted the cardboard bankers box resting on her hip and awkwardly rolled on the balls of her feet. “You certainly did enjoy torturing me these past three years.”

She turned to face him, then quickly placed the box in front of her, creating a barrier between them.

“So, I guess this is it,” she muttered softly.

“Yeah, after everything… this is how it ends.”

“Well, neither of us are dying, Ethan,” she said with a rueful chuckle.

“No,” he whispered, placing his hand atop hers. “Thankfully, not, though you almost crossed that off your bucket list here, too.”

“Ah, yeah,” she laughed. “I can never say that my time at Edenbrook was uneventful. I did it all here. Well, except actually die, and maybe I should get going before I tempt fate.”

Ethan looked down at her in her Edenbrook scrubs and labcoat for the last time, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and her crystal blue eyes gleaming in the sun, and his heart skipped a beat. She looked every bit like the bright, sunny intern that bounded into his life three years earlier. She had been through so much yet still maintained that sunny optimism that, though loathe to admit it, had even rubbed off on him.

“Casey….”

“I know,” she stopped him, terrified of what he might say next. Her feelings had run the gamut for him, from idolization to affection to love, a brief period of disdain ushered in a renewed admiration and a deep friendship. But in recent weeks, as she transferred her work and they reminisced about times they had shared, she saw the longing in his eyes and, each time, she felt a pang in her heart. Whatever chance they had for more died long ago; she had moved and unintentionally fell in love, then had her heart shattered by someone else. Ethan would always have a piece of her heart. Still, after the emotional rollercoaster the past few weeks had provided, she couldn’t take one more poignant, painful revelation.

“I know,” she continued. “I’m going to have the brightest future, and I have learned all I can here. You’re proud of me, and it’s been an honor helping me become the doctor I am today. You’ve said it all, and I’m fresh out of Kleenex, so….” she trailed.

“Yeah,” he hesitated, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “but I didn’t say I’m sorry.”

Casey bit her lower lip, letting out a small puff of air she didn’t know she was holding. “Ethan, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“Two years ago, in Miami, I should have….”

“Stop! We’ve had the conversation a hundred times before, and it’s in the past….”

“It will never be in the past. All I have ever told you is that I’m sorry I did what I did, when, in reality… I’m only sorry that I stopped.”

Casey took a step back, her eyes growing wide. “You… you what?”

He looked away from her, fixating his gaze on a bird soaring high above the Boston sky.

“The truth is… I let my cowardice rob us both of what could have been….” he returned to face her. “You’re the best student I have ever had and one of the most remarkable people I have ever met. I cherish the friendship we have built, but you will always be my most painful and my most beautiful what if.”

Casey sighed and pursed her lips, wiping a tear from her eye. Deep down, she felt the same way, but this was no time to accept it. Saying goodbye to one man she loved was difficult enough, but two? This was precisely what she had been hoping to avoid. Reluctantly turning to her side, she lowered the box to the ground. Reaching up, she wrapped him up in the warmest embrace they had ever shared, save for that one time when they thought it could be their last.

“Things happen the way they’re supposed to happen,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m so grateful for you, to have you in my life… Sometimes, it’s better to not ask what if. Instead, let’s be happy for what we have because it is so precious to me.”

“We could have been so good together.”

“I know,” she said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. She pulled back with a smile. “I’m leaving Boston tomorrow, Ethan. And I’m leaving with you as my dearest, dearest friend. You… you have been this huge part of my life. I learned so much from you, and not just about medicine. Ethan, we were meant to come together, and I’m so glad we did. As much as I wanted us to be more, if we had taken that step, who knows how it could have ended.”

It could have ended with you staying here, at my side. It could have ended with us, together forever. He thought the words, but they did not escape his lips. His choices were his burden to bear, and he wouldn’t place them on her shoulders. He had already said enough.

“I could have spared you a lot of pain.”

“Me? I’ll admit, my ego took a hit that night, and I was hurt like hell for a while, but it’s not as if….”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What do you mean then?”

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and fought to prevent rolling his eyes.

“Carrick. I wish I could have spared you having to go through….”

“Ethan,” she stopped him with a tap on his arm, “you had nothing to do with Tobias and me. Nothing. We got together on our own, and we made our mistakes on our own. None of that is on you.”

“If you had been with me, you could have been spared….”

“Spared what, Ethan? Tobias never hurt me.”

He looked at her incredulously, “Really?”

“Really. He was honest with me from the start. This was never going to be more than fun and companionship. Maybe more than friends with benefits, but never more than what it was. It’s not his fault I fell in love…he just didn’t feel the same about me.” Her voice cracked a little, but her pride refused to let another tear shed from her eyes.

“Forgive me for thinking he is nothing short of a moron for not falling for you.”

Casey laughed and brushed Ethan’s cheek. “Be that as it may, I’m glad things turned out as they have.”

“You are?”

“Yes. Personally? Nothing turned out as I had hoped for here, but that’s life. I didn’t intend to fall for him, just like I hadn’t intended to fall for you before,” she shook her head with a sardonic laugh. “I didn’t want you to turn me away, and I hoped that he’d eventually feel the way that I did about him. But that’s not what fate had in store.”

She bit the inside of her cheek forcefully, willing herself to remain strong, but from the corner of her eye, a single tear betrayed her.

“Goddamn it!” She said, wiping it away with a nervous laugh. “Here I am trying to sound so damn mature and strong, and lacrimation does me in!”

“It’s a normal process, Casey, how our body responds. And tears… they don’t make us weak or immature, they’re a sign of how strong we are.”

“Yeah? Well, that sucks,” she chuckled, “nevertheless. I’m going to miss you, Ethan Ramsey.”

He pulled her into a warm embrace.

“I’m going to miss you too,” he breathed. “But hey,” he smiled, pulling away, “who knows, one day I’ll finally visit San Francisco….”

“And if you don’t call me, I will find you, and I will hurt you.”

“I have no doubt about that.”

“Well,” she smiled. “This is goodbye. But do you mind if I don’t say it? Besides, it’s not forever. You’ll always be a part of my life.”

He smiled warmly. “Are you sure I can’t drive you home?”

“No. It’s my last day, and me, and my little box here, are going to take my last walk home from Edenbrook. Nostalgia and all.”

“All right then. At least you have a perfect day to do it on. Please, call me when you settle in.”

“I will.”

Casey turned on her heel and made her way home. A million thoughts of dreams that never materialized weighed on her heart and mind. But she soldiered on, doing all she could to look forward and not back.

_____

Ethan was right about one thing; it was a spectacular spring morning. The air was still crisp, but the sun shone brightly on the abundant green leaves that covered the trees once again. The grey, barren branches that marred the landscape just weeks before now felt like a distant memory.

Springtime. Renewal. A new life: that’s what was awaiting Casey in San Francisco. UCSF was waiting, and its focus on helping underserved communities was everything she hoped for. Her new home awaited, no matter how difficult it was to leave the old. Tomorrow at this time, an entire nation would lie between her future and her soon-to-be past.

Cambridge Street was bustling with more traffic than usual, both by car and foot. It felt like something prevented her from reaching her destination with every step. Casey snorted, and her lips settled into a sad, twisted smile as she reflected on the irony. It was as if the city was conspiring to keep her there. The city, she thought. No matter how much she loved Boston, it didn’t have that strong a hold on her, she could leave it behind. But two people could have made her stay, yet neither found reason to do so. It caused her heart to ache, but she had grown to accept it. Her Mom was right, never force anyone to stay. They didn’t believe that love was enough, and she deserved someone who did. That sounded better than what she really felt, that deep down, neither of them truly wanted her at all.

She finally made it to the front of her building, pausing to stare at the ornate door that had welcomed her home each day for the past three years for one last time. All the memories this place held! Her dear friends had already moved on to their new homes. Sienna was in Chicago, Jackie and Aurora in LA, and Elijah, the only one remaining at Edenbrook, moved into his new apartment across town with Bryce. She was the last to go. Bryce and Elijah offered to stay the night with her, but she turned the offer down. She was a big girl; it would be fine. With one last look around, she swallowed and began to walk toward the door of the a place that had become sacred to her. A place that would always be home in her heart. She had one more night to spend there… and she would make it. Alone.

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Hi! On another post you described Saeyoung as someone with no sexual experiences, who panics when MC try to get close to him, despite flirting with her a lot (which I totally agree btw) and that got me thinking... how would it be if MC acted like that towards Vanderwood? Flirting, trying to frustrate him, but once he starts showing interest on her she backs away for not knowing what to do lol (not being cold like Saeyoung on his route, just getting distant)

I hope this makes sense, my english sucks 😪

Love your writing, it makes me simp over Vanderwood even more 💕

I remember that post! I reblogged it actually, but I don't remember from whom, because I have a goldfish brain 😅

I hope this is up to your expectations, dear anon 💕 I just couldn't resist writing soft Vandy at the end for this...

And thank you so so much! It always makes me super happy when people like my writing 😭💖

Also your English is totally fine! You don't have to worry about anything 😊

Flirt and run

Vanderwood x Reader

Having anyone show genuine interest in him was completely new to Vanderwood. When he'd had someone compliment him, it was during missions. When he had to keep his guard up and was pretty much only acting. Nothing about it was, or felt, real back then.

So when you first started flirting with him? Let's just say it caught him a little bit off guard.

He was standing in the kitchen of the bunker, currently preparing dinner. Because God knows the twins were both not exactly able to make a proper meal.

And you just hanging around while he was cooking wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Meaning, when he heard you walk in, he merely nodded, before he concentrated back on the task at hand.

"Yeah, I really don't get how you're still single now", you eventually spoke up, after a moment of comfortable silence.

He only turned his head to give you a confused look, brows drawn together.

"Don't give me that look!", you chuckled. "You're not only extremely handsome, you are also an amazing cook. Besides many more things. So long story short: husband material. Mhm... Maybe I should propose to you~"

And Vanderwood? He could feel his brain shut down completely. Only able to blink a couple times at you. Stunned into silence by your bold statement. Were you actually serious? Or was that a joke? He'd just assume the latter.

You, on the other hand looked very pleased with yourself, a big smile on your lips.

"Yeah. I'll definitely think about doing that", was the last thing you said, accompanied by a wink aimed at him, before you skipped back out of the kitchen.

Leaving a very confused former agent behind.

After that day, it became a daily occurrence for you to compliment him or throw some flirty comments at him in one way or another. Rather often making sure to sway your hips purposefully. Especially when you wore skirts or dresses that were on the shorter side. Which all usually turned him into a flustered and confused mess. Barely ever able to come up with any sort of reply.

Mainly because he was still trying to figure out what your intentions were and also what it was that he felt for you.

Burying all sorts of feelings deep down for over a decade didn't make that exactly easy.

Though at some point he noticed that he quite liked the attention you gave him. Your compliments were a bit of an ego boost. And if he was being honest, he kind of looked forward to what you would come up with next.

When you two met in the hallway, Vanderwood had just finished his workout and was on his way to take a shower, you shamelessly ogled him. And other than the past weeks, this time it actually made him smirk, instead of making him blush in embarrassment.

"Looking good like that, Vandy~ I wanna watch, next time!"

"Or you could join me. Pretty sure I'd be able to teach you a couple things", he answered without a second of hesitation, even being the one to wink at you.

It was impossible not to feel a bit proud of himself when he watched how your mouth opened and closed a couple times, clearly unable to come up with any witty remark.

"Think about it. My offer stands", he added with a hum, as he walked past you.

The next day, you joined him once again in the kitchen, where he was currently chopping some veggies. And when you hopped on the kitchen counter right next to him, he rolled his eyes fondly, nudging your leg with his elbow.

"That's unsanitary."

"Pfft, I'm a clean person. Thank you very much", you snorted and snatched a piece of carrot from the cutting board. "You know, I still think you're husband material."

"Then when can I expect the promised proposal?"

It had simply been the perfect opportunity to finally say what his slow, overwhelmed brain hadn't been able to come up with a couple weeks prior. But not only was he feeling far more comfortable around you by now, he had also realized that he, in fact, liked you quite a lot. So why not take every chance he got now to flirt back?

Though you were once again quiet, eyes big and round, with a blush adorning your cheeks.

But before he was even able to comment on how cute he thought you looked with a blush, you already hopped off the counter again, fumbling nervously with your sleeves.

"I, uh... I forgot that I still need to take care of something."

With that, you pretty much fled out of the kitchen. Vanderwood once again confused, only this time it was about your sudden change of behavior. Had he said something wrong? Well, maybe you also just hadn't expected him to get bolder...

Shaking his head, he decided that it was a thing to think about later. When he didn't have to make sure the dinner wouldn't burn.

Although the next week he did realize something; the more he was the one to initiate things, even making the first steps in flirting with you, you immediately backpedaled. Finding some lame excuse to get out of the situation. It was a miracle that you didn't run away from him, he thought.

All that was getting more than just a little irritating. At first you were flirting like a pro, but as soon as he showed interest in you as well, you backed away?

And as much as he wanted quick answers, he also didn't want to pressure you. You'd been patient with him, when you tried to get him to talk about things that bothered him. So he'd try and do the same for you now.

So when you came back to the bunker, sometimes he wondered why you weren't living there already with how often you visited, he was the first to approach you.

"You got a second to talk?"

"I-I guess?"

Nodding, he didn't think when he reached out to take your hand out of pure instinct, still not missing how much smaller it was than his own, while he led you to his room. To make sure you'd actually have some sort of privacy.

As soon as he closed the door behind you, his gaze was fixed on you, but he refused to let go of your hand. You didn't pull it back either. Even when you chewed nervously on your lower lip.

"What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?", you muttered, head tilted to the side in confusion.

"First you flirt like there's no tomorrow, but when I flirt back, you run?"

Once again he caught you off guard with his boldness. Your eyes darting around the room, never focusing on anything for too long.

"It's just-", you cut yourself off, letting out a long sigh. Meanwhile Vanderwood waited patiently for you to organize your thoughts. Giving your hand a light squeeze and his thumb brushed soothingly over the back of it.

"It was easy when I was able to convince myself that it's only one sided. I don't know, that just made it less scary? Because I, uhm..." You rubbed the back of your neck cheepishly, your face turning a bright red. "I've just never had anything serious, you know? I don't even think anyone ever showed real interest in me, before you. So I got scared and overwhelmed when you did seem to get interested in me. You-"

This time it was him who cut off your rambling. Expression going soft and he stepped closer to be able to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Well, we can be inexperienced together, then. How about that?"

You finally looked up at him, surprise fairly visible in your eyes.

"So... You're actually serious."

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?", he asked and raised a brow, only being met by you raising your shoulders.

"If you let me, I'll take you out. And then you can decide whether that's something you'd like to continue or not. I'll leave it all up to you. How does that sound, baby girl?"

You nodded quickly, the gleaming of your eyes returning and it was a bit of a relief to not see you all panicked around him anymore.

"Yeah, I'd like that... We could do that tomorrow, if you're free?"

"Of course. We'll do anything you like. Just let me know what you want to do and I'll take care of it."

The bright smile aimed at him nearly made his breath hitch, heart skipping a beat.

"Can we go on a picnic?"

"Sure~"

You nearly squealed and got on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. Making it his turn to blush as he watched you skip out of his room again.

There was not a single romantic bone in his body. But for you? He'd try. To show you he was actually serious about it and, hopefully, smother all sorts of fears and insecurities you had.

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Made For Me (Part 1)

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Do NOT read if you are under 18 years old. Read the warnings. If the topics are something you DO NOT like please do not read.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5,258

Warnings for series: NONCON/DUBCON, Somnophilia, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Forced Orgasms, Light Bondage, Stockholm Syndrome, Breeding Kink, Cussing, Angst and maybe more in future parts.

Summary: You go out for a hike in the mountains on your favorite trail when you bump into a stranger in the woods named Bucky. After parting ways you make camp up the mountain when a storm rolls in. A freak accident has you waking up the next day in a cabin. Your hero? Just so happens to be Bucky. He has declared to nurse you back to health and he will not take NO for an answer. As you sleep Bucky can’t seem to help himself... He knows that you were made for him.

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The mountains have always been your go-to when you want to unwind. The cool, crisp air filled your lungs as you walked your normal path up the mountain. You had to get away from the loud, pollution filled air city for the weekend.

You loved nature and the images you could capture behind your lens. You made a living doing what you loved most and it paid great considering who you worked for, Stark Industries. The job had you following Tony Stark most days and capturing who he was and the latest projects he worked on. On the days he didn’t want to be followed he made you go out to take pictures of anything and everything that captures your eye. How could you argue with your boss?

You went to meet your boyfriend for lunch on Friday like you normally did. But instead of a relaxing lunch, he decided to break up with you after two entire years together. Apparently, he had fallen in love with some bimbo in his office. He told you that you weren’t beautiful like she was and that you were lousy in bed. You had gotten up from the table and dumped your water over his head, leaving him as he yelled curse words at you. At least you didn’t have to support his ass financially anymore. You were free.

So now as you walk the path further up the mountain you couldn’t help but stop and take pictures of the view. You have been hiking all day. There was nothing around you but nature. You caught a glimpse of a doe in the clearing and went to take a picture when a rustling of branches made it run. Turning around to see what spooked it you were taken off guard when a man came into view.

He was tall, built, had brown hair, and was wearing a black jacket and jeans. He was very attractive and you couldn’t help the smile you gave him. “Sorry miss, I hope I didn’t scare you. I was just out for a hike.”

“Not at all, though I’m surprised to see anyone up this way. It’s not a normal hiking path for the area.” You stood with one hand on your hip as you took him in.

He put his hands in his jacket, “Yeah, I tend to stay away from those trails. Too many people for my liking. I like the quiet and relaxation of this one. My name is James, but people call me Bucky,” he extended a hand to you.

You walked to him and shook his hand, “I’m Y/n, and I totally understand. I was just stopping to take pictures before I continued up the mountain. So I won’t be bothering you much longer.”

Bucky smiled, “Nah, you weren’t bothering me doll. Is taking photos a hobby?”

“Kind of, though I have a job where I do it full time. It’s my passion. Course, I love nature and what she has to offer.” You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“That’s great. Well, I don’t want to hold you up. Just be careful, forecast says there's a storm on its way. You will want to make it off the mountain before it starts.”

“Thanks, um, Bucky. I have my camping gear in my backpack. I plan on hunkering down at a small cave that is further up so I should be fine.”

You watched as he nodded and, with a friendly smile, went in another direction. Now that you knew about the incoming storm, you picked up your pace as you wanted to set up camp at your favorite spot overlooking the area.

You made it to the cave just as the sun was setting. Unclipping your flashlight you turned it on to look inside. It was a tiny spot that you had to climb about 10 feet up to reach. Thankfully no bears or other animals were occupying it as you looked inside. In the distance, you could see the storm clouds rolling in and decided to make quick work of setting up the tent. The tent was the perfect size for the cave. It could fit yourself, your backpack and the sleeping bag comfortably inside of it.

The cave was big enough for the fire you were going to make. You put your belongings inside the tent and grabbed the empty tent back, slinging it on your shoulder. You climbed down to check the nearby wooded area for sticks and branches, knowing you would need them to make a fire and keep it alive. As you started gathering what you found you threw it in the empty tent bag. Camping came easy for you. Your father used to take you all the time as a kid here. When he died a few years ago you continued coming back as a way to be close to him in spirit.

The wind was picking up when you finished filling the bag. Making your way back to the rocks you fixed the strap of the bag on your shoulder higher and proceeded to climb back up to the cave opening. Emptying the bag you started piling the wood to make a fire. It didn’t take long to get one going and you were grateful for the warmth as the temperature was dropping quickly. Unzipping the front of the tent you climbed inside to get into the sleeping bag. It was nice sitting there bundled up with the fire going in front of you.

Grabbing your backpack you pulled out a thermos filled with water and a sandwich. As you ate in peace the rain started pouring down. Lightning flashed followed by thunder rumbling in the background. You loved thunderstorms. A part of you longed for someone to share this with. You never found boyfriends that shared the same interests as you. They always liked the party life and going to bars. You, on the other hand, could lie under the stars all night and be content.

The storm started to get worse so you decided to zip up the tent and try to stay warm. Maybe this wasn’t a good night to go camping. You did forget to check the weather before you left thanks to the breakup earlier. Thank goodness for that man, Bucky….

If it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have known till it hit. Sinking into the sleeping bag you decided to try and get some sleep while the storm blew through.

You woke up with the urge to pee sometime during the night. Great, not a good thing to have to do now. Thankfully the storm has stopped so you decided to quickly do your business and come back to bed. Unzipping the tent you grabbed your flashlight, climbed down the rocks and made your way to the treeline. It was colder than you thought it was going to be. You quickly relieved yourself and started to make your way back to the cave when you heard something in the woods behind you.

Turning around you shined your light on the wooded area. “Hello?” Nothing but the wind answered back. You thought nothing of it and as soon as you turned around to walk away a loud rustling noise came from behind you. Something had brushed your arm and you screamed as you ran to the rocks.

You started climbing quickly not really paying attention to where you placed your feet and hands. You almost made it to the top of the rocks when your foot slipped causing you to fall back towards the ground.

Off in the treeline where he is out of sight, the man watched as your body hit the ground hard and your head jolted. He waited a few moments as he made his way to your unconscious form.

He didn’t want to see you injured but this worked out in his favor. He knelt down and scooped your battered form up. Everything was going to be okay now that he has you in his arms. He knew when he saw you hiking alone that you were going to be his.

He has watched you for years as you hiked the area but he never knew how to approach you. Today was sheer luck as he was walking the same path as you were. It had forced him to finally say something to you.

Bucky smiled, this was perfect. He was finally going to get what he always wanted. You were going to be his forever. Bucky made his way towards his cabin in the woods as the rain started to fall.

The walk took longer than usual due to the rain and wet terrain. You were still unconscious as he made the walk. He couldn’t help but steal glances of you as he held you close to his body.

He made it to the cabin as the sun was rising. Of course, it would stop raining now that he has you in his place. The fire was low in the fireplace as he walked passed it and headed into the bedroom. He gently laid you on the bed and took in your appearance.

He would have to get you out of your wet clothes and into something warm. Changing you would also let him assess your injuries from your fall. Bucky took your shoes off and placed them on the floor. He pulled your socks off and saw your right ankle was swollen and bruised. Running his fingers over it he determined it wasn’t broken but probably sprained.

He gently pulled off your jacket, long-sleeved shirt and tank top leaving you in your black bra. He took in your body and the bruises that were forming from the fall. He lightly ran a hand over your bra and squeezed your breast. Bucky couldn’t help the groan that came out of his mouth. Rolling you onto your side, he takes your bra off since it is soaked from the rain.

Trailing his hand slowly down your stomach he unbuttons your jeans. Slowly unzipping them, he tugs on them, pulling them and your underwear off your legs, leaving you naked on his bed.

Your hips were bruised as well from the fall. Running his hands over them he was glad to feel nothing was broken. You had been very lucky when you fell and he knew you would be hurting whenever you woke up.

He walks over to his dresser and pulls out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers. He dresses you in his clothes so you are in something dry. Bucky pulls down the covers and gets you underneath as your body is cold.

Grabbing dry clothes for himself he quickly changes out of his wet clothes and goes to the fireplace in the living room to start a fire to warm up the cabin. Once he gets a fire going, he gathers up all the wet clothes and heads to the laundry room to throw them in the dryer.

He was happy when he built this that his friend Tony helped to make sure the cabin had up-to-date appliances. Thanks to the solar panels on the roof and the generator, he has electricity. Bucky had asked Tony to build him a place where he could live in peace and leave the winter soldier behind.

The cabin was exactly what he wanted. It had running water, a washer and dryer, and kitchen appliances. It was literally a house but in the woods with no civilization around him. He liked being away from the city. It was overcrowded and loud. Nothing like it was in the 1940s.

Bucky thought he had everything he wanted, that was until he first saw you. Tony had mentioned he had a cure for your loneliness and that he would send her your way. Bucky never would have dreamed that he would be sent an angel. You were absolutely perfect.

After watching and studying your every move he knew he needed you. You were the missing link in his life. He always watched from afar when you went hiking. You were like clockwork and always came up here every weekend. He would watch as you took your time, taking a lot of photos. You would always camp in the same spot, in that small cave. He never saw you with anyone when you came up here. He wondered if you were just as lonely as he was.

Walking back to the bedroom, he stopped in the doorway and watched your sleeping form. You were going to be hurting when you woke up and he would have to nurse you back to health. He knew how you had looked at him when you met him. Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t want to leave. Then you would spend the rest of your life with him here. He smirked to himself, he couldn’t wait for you to wake up so you could start your lives together.

The smell of coffee made its way into your mind as you started to wake up. You stretch your arms over your head and the pain is what made you blink your eyes open. The soft bed you were in took you by surprise. Where were you? What was the last thing you remember? Rain….You fell...But this was not familiar. You look down at yourself to see you are not in the clothes that you remember wearing. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt. Pulling the covers back, you look down to see you were in boxers. What the hell?

Your legs were covered in black and dark purple bruises. You look at your arms, noting that your right side was more covered then the left. Lifting the shirt up you noticed your ribs were in the same condition as the rest of you. Throwing your legs over the side of the bed you go to stand up but fall as the pain in your right ankle shoots up your leg.

“Son of a bitch!” You turn to look at your ankle as you hear someone coming your way.

Looking up at the figure in the doorway you spotted, Bucky was it? He had a look of concern on his face.

“Easy doll, you should be in bed. You shouldn’t be trying to walk just yet. Not after what happened to you.”

“What happened to me? Where am I?” You couldn’t help the nervousness in your voice.

Bucky came over to you and knelt next to you, “I’m going to pick you up and put you back on the bed. Put your arm around my neck.” You don’t know why but you did what he said. He scooped you up off the ground like you didn’t weigh anything. He gently puts you back down on the bed, kneeling in front of you.

“You somehow fell last night in the rain. I was out hiking this morning and stumbled upon your unconscious form on the ground, soaked from the rain. You weren’t responsive so I carried you back to my place. You were bone cold, so I, umm, changed you so you wouldn’t get sick.” Bucky watched you as you tried to understand what he was saying.

You bit your lip as you took in everything he was saying. You remember you had to go pee in the middle of the storm. Something in the brush had scared you and you fell off the rocks you were climbing up to get back into the cave.

Bucky cleared his throat, getting your attention. “Look I have your clothes in the dryer as we speak. I’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable with me changing you but I had to do what needed to be done. From what I can tell you are pretty banged up. You definitely sprained your right ankle and will need to be off it for a while. Your ribs are bruised but nothing looks broken. I’m assuming your head hurts?”

You nodded your head at him.

“I thought so. More than likely you have a mild head concussion. You are just going to have to rest while you heal. We are literally in the middle of nowhere so I can’t just call a doctor. I was a soldier back a long time ago so I know how to take care of the injuries you have.”

You looked into his dark blue eyes. He rescued you while you had been hurt in the woods. If he didn’t stumble upon you, there would have been no way for you to get help. You didn’t like that he saw you naked but he did help keep you from getting sick. “Thank you, sorry this is all just a little weird for me.”

Bucky smiled, “It’s okay doll. How about you rest and I make you something to eat. How does that sound?”

You smiled a little, “Yeah, that would be great. But hey, is there a way you can get my stuff at the cave? I have some important things in my backpack.”

Bucky stands up grinning at you, “Already thought ahead doll. Since you were out cold I went back and grabbed everything. It’s in the living room. Do you want me to bring your bag to you?”

“Yes, please. That is if you don’t mind.” You sat up against the headboard as Bucky nodded and left the room. You pulled the covers over your legs. You had your cell phone in your bag, so hopefully, you could text or call someone to let them know you were injured and in some guy’s place.

Bucky comes back into the room carrying your backpack gently placing it on the bed. “If you need something just yell for me. I will be in the kitchen, which is just down the hall.” Bucky turns to leave you with your bag.

What you don’t know is that he already went through your bag looking to see what was inside it. He found your cell phone but he wasn’t worried about it. Your battery was down to 50% and there were no cell towers anywhere near his cabin. There would be no way for you to make any calls.

Soon as Bucky left the room you open one pouch on the bag and rummaged inside of it until you found your phone. You turned it on and watched as the apple icon appeared, “Come on you fucker.” The home screen pops on and you frown looking at it. No service was at the top left corner staring at you. Dammit, there goes calling your boss. Since your dad’s death and now your recent breakup you had no one in your life you could turn to besides Tony Stark. How sad that you had no one. You huffed at your situation. So far Bucky seemed like a down-to-earth guy, shy at times but there was something about him that made you uneasy. What were you thinking? He saved you from the cold and is trying to help you get better. Just give him a chance.

You pulled your camera out of your bag. Turning it on you started to look through the images you had taken since you arrived at the hiking trail. The first was a field filled with yellow flowers that stretched as far as the eye could see. The next was the dirt hiking trail leading into the green forest. The third was a beautiful butterfly sitting on a downed moss-covered log. You continued to flip through all of your pictures till you got to the first photo on there of you and your ex. Ugh, you looked at how happy you once thought you were. He was kissing you on your cheek in the photo as you smiled big for the camera. You felt a tear escape your eye and roll down your cheek.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Bucky’s voice made you jump as you didn’t even hear him come back into the room.

Rubbing the tear away you put the camera down, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Bucky had a tray in his hands. He watched as you put the camera back in the bag and set it off to the side. Once your lap was empty he brought the tray over to you and set it down on your legs.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted to eat so I brought you a little of everything. There is crackers, sliced cheese, grapes, water to drink, and chicken noodle soup in the mug.”

You looked up at his smiling face and couldn’t believe he had done all this for you. “Th-thank you Bucky. This is really kind of you. I hope you didn’t have to go out of your way for me.”

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t go out of my way for you. You need to get your strength up and something solid in your stomach so you can take pills for the pain.” He stretched his hand out to you with two pills in his palm.

“Bucky, that’s not necessary. I’m sure I will be fine. I’m just a little sore.”

“Doll, I know you are in pain, it’s written across your face. Look its something I keep on hand in case of emergencies and you are really banged up. Trust me I know what I’m talking about. So don’t argue and take your pills.”

Bucky had furrowed his eyebrows. He was not going to budge. You reached your hand forward and took the pills. He watched as you put them in your mouth and downed it with water. Soon as you swallowed he smiled at you.

“Good girl, now get something into your stomach. You don’t want to throw them up.”

You grabbed a grape and tossed it into your mouth. Bucky was just smiling at you. Was he going to watch you eat? You didn’t want to make him angry so you started to eat the cheese and crackers. After a few minutes of eating Bucky got off the bed and left you alone again.

This was getting a little weird for your liking but he did mean well. You huffed out thinking to yourself, stop trying to be a bitch about this and make him into some psycho killer in the middle of the woods.

You finished your food after a little while and started to feel sleepy. Bucky came back into the room and took the tray from your lap. He returned with some clothes in hand. “I figured you would need to use the bathroom and would probably want to change into familiar clothes.”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind helping me to the bathroom I can do the rest.” Bucky set the clothes on the bed and walked over to you, scooping you up in his arms.

“I figured this would make life easier on you since you shouldn’t put weight on that ankle.” He carried you into the master bathroom and set you down in front of the toilet. “Just, um, let me know when you are finished. Then you can change in the bedroom.” He walked out leaving you to your business. You couldn’t believe how big this bathroom was. After you finished and washed your hands you called Bucky back in.

He came back in and picked you up again. “I can’t believe how big that bathroom is for just one person! That shower is big and that tub is made for two.”

Bucky couldn’t help the chuckle that left his mouth as he set you down on the bed. “Yeah, when I had it built I was thinking of down the line when I found someone to share all this with. Just me and my best gal in the middle of nature. No distractions, no people, just me and you…”

You were in thought as you turned towards him. Did you hear him right? “What was the last part you said?” The nerves in your stomach were twisting and making you feel unwell.

“Oh, I just said no distractions for me and my best girl.” Bucky tried to blow off his slip up. “Anyways here are some leggings you had in your bag, your undergarments and a shirt. I will leave you to change. I will just be in the living room.” Bucky left and started to close the door. Without you noticing he left the door cracked open just enough for him to watch you.

He watched as you slid the boxers down your hips and off your legs. You had winced in pain as you leaned back to take them off. He got a good look at your pussy just as you pulled your black panties on. Bucky felt himself become hard and he put a hand against himself. God, you were gorgeous. He wanted to taste you so bad. But, he had to be patient. No need to rush this. Next, you pulled his shirt off and dropped it on top of the boxers on the floor. You grabbed your leggings and slowly pulled them up your legs as you leaned back against the bed. Next, you grabbed your black bra and put that on just as slowly. Did you know he was watching? Is that why you were putting on a little naughty show for him? Bucky bit his lip as your perky breasts were covered by your bra and then the shirt he left you.

Backing away slowly from the door, he went to the smaller bathroom on the other side of the kitchen. He closed the door and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them and his boxers to his thighs. He was completely hard from watching you. Fisting his cock, he closed his eyes and started stroking himself. He pictured your perky breasts and how much he wanted to suck on your nipples.

Up and down, Up and down, god, yes…

He imagined you underneath him, spread wide for him. “Bucky, take me. I want you to fuck me hard,” you would moan out as he thrust into you, setting a punishing pace. Up and down, Up and down, Bucky was stroking himself firmly and fast as he imagined your pussy tight around him. “Bucky I’m gonna, cum.” The image of you coming undone under him had him cumming hard in his hand. “Fu-fuck doll.” He braced his other hand against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. He looked at himself in the mirror and couldn’t help the smug smile. Oh yes, he would be having you soon. Once those pills kicked in and you were asleep, he was going to fuck you. It was the only way to keep you from being in pain while you were injured. He was doing the right thing by thinking of you.

Bucky cleaned himself off, washed his hands and stuffed himself back in his pants. He made his way back over to the bedroom and lightly knocked. There was no answer so he pushed the door open. You were fast asleep in the middle of the bed. Bucky couldn’t help the smile that came across his face. This was going to be perfect. You were perfect for him. You were made for him.

Bucky walked over to the bed and sat down next to your sleeping form. He called your name and lightly shook you but you didn’t wake. The pills were doing exactly what they were supposed to. Thank god for Tony giving him these pills a week ago. These were not pain pills as Bucky told you earlier. These pills were specially made for drugging you and making you ready for him sexually. Bucky didn’t understand the science of it but it was supposed to make you wet and responsive so it would be easy to take you as you sleep. You would still have an orgasm but you would just think you were dreaming when you woke up.

Bucky quickly stripped out of his clothing and was hard again just thinking about taking you. He climbed onto the bed and pulled your clothing off, throwing them on the floor. Bucky took in your naked form and licked his lips. He looked at your pussy and knew exactly where he was going to start. Making his way down your body he groaned as he got eye level with your slit. He slowly ran his tongue through your lips and up to your clit. You tasted better than he thought. He started sucking and licking through your slit. As he sucked lightly on your clit he heard you lightly moan and he stopped. Looking up at you, you were still asleep. Tony was right, you would be responsive.

He went back to sucking on your clit and pushed two fingers into you. Watching you groan he pumped his fingers into you fast and it was like music to his ears. Pulling his fingers out he sucked them clean of your arousal. He couldn’t wait another minute, you had to be his now. Spreading your legs wider he pumped his cock a few times. He held his cock with one hand and was holding himself up with the other. Bucky got to your wet entrance and thrust in with one fluid motion.

“Fuck!” Bucky moaned as he felt your walls tighten around him. He fell to his arms caging you in. Pulling out, he thrust into you again. You were made for him.

He kissed your lips as he set a slow pace. Every time he would thrust back into you, you would moan out for him. He couldn’t wait for you to be awake and healed. He would not hold back with you then. But for now, this, yes, this will do. Pushing himself up on his arms he picked his pace up. Your walls were squeezing him exactly how he imagined. Faster and faster he thrust into you. You were everything he wanted. He was going to marry you and he was going to get you pregnant with his child. Faster and faster, harder and harder. You will have several kids and he will watch your belly swell. Your walls were tightening up on him and you moaned out in ecstasy as you orgasmed around him. Harder, faster… “Oh, doll, fuck…” Bucky emptied himself into you as he groaned out in pleasure.

Bucky looked down at you and locked eyes with you. Wait...you were supposed to be asleep. He watched as your eyes closed again and it seemed as if you were back to sleep. Bucky pulled himself out of you. He watched as you were fast asleep as if nothing had happened. That had to be the best orgasm he has ever had.

He watched as his cum started to drip out of you. You should be out according to Tony for at least 2 hours. He thought about having you again but decided you both needed a bath. He walked into the bathroom and started to fill the tub with warm water. He went back to the bedroom to carry your sleeping form to the bathtub. Bucky placed you into the tub and he got in behind you. Once it was filled to his liking he shut the water off. He would wash you and you’d never know what happened. Bucky chuckled to himself as he started to clean you. My little doll, perfect in every way. You were made for me.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 67 ; Strange Frequencies

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 4,482 Warnings: angst, sassy!emma is back for a limited time, mention of josh’s body, ...theo, mentions of blood, A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 67 is here! I had time while Baby was sleeping this week to actually sit down and edit this chapter. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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I couldn't believe the words that came out of Theo's mouth. I wanted to punch the shit out of him for bringing Donovan up to Stiles. What the hell did he know anyway?

“What the hell do you know anyway?” I voiced my thoughts. I held onto Stiles as tight as I could, knowing what he wanted to do.

Theo's eyes and face went back to his human features as I just stared at him, waiting for him to answer my question. “I know what happened to Donovan,” he said, finally answering me. He looked from me to Stiles, who was looking at Theo like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. “I know everything--”

I lost my grip on Stiles as he stalked forward, grabbing Theo by his shirt and walking him backwards towards the same chain link fence The Kid, who I now recognized as Josh, pushed Theo up against not ten minutes before. I put my hands over my mouth to prevent any noise of protest from coming out. Stiles needed this.

Sparks flew as Stiles stood there for a minute. “You don't know anything.”

Theo flipped them around, putting Stiles' back on the fence. “I was there. I was at the library. I was going to visit Emma at the hospital to see how she was, but went there instead. Malia found the book. She was texting us to see where you were. Emma, too.”

Uhm, I call bullshit because Scott was with me and no texts were made from me to anyone else in the pack other than Stiles.

“Malia said she left you at the library. I told her I was close. When I got there, I heard the scaffolding come down.”

“You saw him?” Stiles asked.

“Just the body.”

They let go of each other, and Stiles locked eyes with me.

“I watched you come out. I was gonna say something, but then I saw the cop car. And the body was gone.”

Stiles' facial expression went from hard to harder.

“I don't know who took him,” Theo said. “I only saw what you saw, and I didn't say anything because you didn't.”

Stiles looked from Theo to me before looking above my head. I turned my head over my shoulder, trying to see what he was. Realizing it was a siren wailing, I looked back over to him and Theo.

“That's not an ambulance, is it?” Theo asked.

Stiles shook his head before walking over towards me.

“We should get out of here.”

Stiles looked at him again before putting his eyes behind me. “We can't just leave him.”

“Fine. Alright, let's take him,” Theo said. “Someone's stealing the bodies anyway, right? Here's our chance to find out who.”

Stiles' eyes were locked on Josh's claws.

“Stiles, come on,” Theo urged. “We gotta do something.”

“You killed him,” Stiles whispered, looking back to Theo.

I guess I was just invisible at this point... either that or they both forgot that I was standing there.

“It was self-defense,” Theo defended. “He was gonna kill you and me. Emma, too, probably.”

Hey! At least I was mentioned!

“If we stay, we're either gonna have to tell the truth or we're gonna need a pretty convincing story.”

Stiles and I both looked at Josh's body, fangs and claws on display for the world to see.

“It's your choice,” Theo said, causing Stiles and I to look at him. “I'm not gonna ask the two of you to lie to your dads.”

“Don't worry. We've had plenty of practice,” Stiles said. He moved over to Josh's right side.

I went to start moving to help him, but he looked at me with soft eyes that made me stop dead in my tracks, understanding what he was trying to tell me.

Theo walked over to Josh's left, both boys grabbing his jacket and lifting him up.

“Where are we taking him?” I asked.

“Deaton's,” Stiles said.

I nodded and led them out of the hospital, where we put Josh in the trunk of my Jeep. We all piled in before I tore out of the parking lot.

Stiles put his hand on my lap as best he could while I drove. I reached down and laced my fingers with his, moving our hands to the side a little bit to be more comfortable.

“I haven't had the chance to say this, but you two make a cute couple,” Theo said.

“Thanks. Now. Shut. the hell. up,” I said. “It was nicer when you weren't talking.”

Silence followed. Blissful silence.

Once we got to the clinic, Stiles and Theo hopped out and grabbed Josh, while I went to the door and unlocked it.

Stiles had already texted Scott, telling him to get the clinic.

After getting inside and putting Josh's body on the table with a cloth, we stood around for about five or so minutes before Scott walked in.

Stiles and I were standing on Josh's right while Theo stood on his left, Scott standing at his head. After Scott gave him a nod of go ahead, Stiles pulled the sheet back, revealing Josh's face.

“Do you know him?” Theo asked.

“His name's Josh,” Scott said. “He was a junior.” He looked up at me and I nodded my head, letting him know that he was right.

Stiles and Theo looked at each other as Scott stepped away from the table as Stiles put the sheet back over Josh's face.

Scott turned back around to look at us. “Which one did it? The one with the cane?”

Stiles and I looked back over to Theo as he answered, “Yeah.”

“What are we going to do with him?” Stiles asked, looking back over to Scott. He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

“We can't just set the alarm and leave, Scotty,” I said. “That's how Tracy disappeared.”

After a moment of silence, and impatience, Stiles spoke up again. “Alright, someone's got to stay here with him.”

I looked over at Theo as he sighed, “I'll do it.”

Stiles, Scott and I all three looked over at him as he looked up at us.

“It's not like I had a big Saturday night planned.”

Scott pulled his phone from his pocket, gaining my attention yet again.

“I swear, the two of you are gonna give me fucking whiplash,” I mumbled.

“What is it?” Stiles asked.

“Another one,” Scott said. He looked up at us from his phone. “Another Chimera.”

“Well, shit,” I muttered.

~~~

A ride back to Scott's house later saw him, Liam, Stiles and myself standing in front of Scott's bathroom door... with Scott knocking on it.

How many times can I say Scott in one sentence?

“Hayden? It's Scott,” he said. “I know that you're scared, but we just-- we wanna help.” He looked back at us, receiving no response... well, more specifically, Liam.

“I can hear her heart beating,” Scott said. “She's really freaked out. What happened?”

“She was okay when we got here,” Liam said. “I went to text you for two seconds and she locked herself in.”

“Why?” Stiles asked.

“I don't know.”

“She's definitely a Chimera?” Scott asked.

Liam nodded. “She said she heard a voice saying, 'Your condition improves.' ”

“Wait a sec,” I said. “At the hospital right before I went into memory mode, I heard the Dread Doctors say Hayden’s name through the heart monitor.”

“Okay, that's unsettling,” Stiles said. He moved from his spot next to me to stand in front of the door. “Hayden,” he said, knocking gently. “This is Stiles. Your sister works with mine and Emma's dad's down at the station. Look, just open the door, okay? You can trust us.” He backed up next to me at receiving no response.

Scott moved back in front of the door. “We just need to tell you the truth, Hayden. And that kind of thing usually is better face-to-face.”

I looked up at Stiles, seeing him give a face. He looked at me as I put my arm around his back, leaning into his side. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head as Scott continued talking to Hayden.

“Listen, either you're gonna unlock the door or I'm gonna have to break it open.”

“Scott,” I warned and walked up to the door, giving it a go. I pushed him out of the way, muttering, “You're so damn bossy.”

I cleared my throat and knocked on the door. “Hayden? Hey, girl, it's Emma. I used to babysit you, remember? Listen, it's okay if you want to talk to these boys, or if you're not ready to believe any of us. But we just-- we gotta know that you're okay in there, babe.”

It was silent for a couple of seconds so I looked over my shoulder at Scott. The facial expression I gave him said to proceed with breaking the door down.

He got in a ready stance beside me as the door unlocked and cracked open a bit, letting us know that Hayden was ready to talk.

Scott shoved me a little, signaling for me to open the door the rest of the way.

“Boys,” I sighed. I pushed the door open, slowly, revealing a transformed Hayden; fangs, claws, glowing eyes.

She looked me dead in the face and said, “I believe you.”

~~~

The next day at school, I was in the library, looking for a new read when I saw Mason walk by. “Mason,” I whispered.

“Hey, Emma. What brings you here?” he asked.

I held my book up and sassed, “Books. Believe it or not, I like to read.”

He chuckled. “You think you could help me find a book?”

I smiled a little. “It would be my pleasure.”

Him and I walked over to the section he wanted to look in. “Hmmm,” I said. “This one seems interesting.”

Mason walked up next to me as I looked through the shelf.

“Corey?” I said.

Said boy looked up at me, smiling. “Emma.”

I chuckled incredulously, walking over to him, wrapping him up in a hug. “What the hell? When did you get back?”

“Just a few weeks ago,” he said, the two of us pulling out of the hug.

“Wait,” Mason said. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah, we're cousins,” Corey said.

“My dad's side,” I quickly explained.

“Ah,” Mason said.

“You're Mason, right?” Corey asked.

“Yeah. You're Corey,” Mason said.

I looked between the two, instantly feeling a connection.

“You saw Lucas that night,” Corey said. “My friend said he saw you talking to him.”

“Yeah, uh--” Mason said. “I—I met him that night. He was, uh, really cool. Look, I'm sorry about what happened.”

“Did he say anything? About me? About what happened?”

Mason shook his head. “Sorry. I mean, I already told the cops everything I know. Which wasn't much. I'm-I'm really sorry.”

Corey turned around and placed a book back on the shelf before turning back towards me. “It was good to see you, Em. Uhm, I think dinner is happening at your house tonight. Well, your parents' house considering I heard you're living with the Sheriff and his son.”

“Slash boyfriend. Son/boyfriend,” I said. “Uhm, we're kind of working a small case, Stiles and I, so I'm not too sure if I'll be over there tonight or not, but I'll call Dad and let him know.”

Corey nodded. “See ya.” He turned around and left, leaving me to stare at the spot he was standing in.

“Emma, what's that book say? The red and white one?” Mason asked.

I looked at said book, reading the spine. “Miraculous Healing: True Stories Of Impossible Medical Cures.” I felt two bodies enter the library, my eyes going Green.

“Whoa, Emma, your eyes. They're a Bright Green.”

“Scott and Stiles are here. I gotta go,” I said. I walked off blinking rapidly to get rid of my eyes, which did once I reached Scott and Stiles at a table, a map in front of them.

“We're back to telluric currents?” I asked, a hint of complaining to my voice. Stiles chuckled and put his arm around my shoulders.

“If the Dread Doctors didn't like coming into Eichen House because of them, maybe we can use them to protect Hayden,” Scott said.

“Okay, so besides Eichen, where's the strongest convergence?” Stiles asked.

I sighed as Scott pointed to the school on the map in front of us. “We're standing on it,” I said.

Scott nodded, agreeing with me.

“You want to hide her in the high school? For how long?” Stiles asked.

“If we have to, all night,” Scott said. “Liam convinced Hayden not to say anything to her sister yet. She's working a double tonight, she thinks Hayden's staying at a friend's house.”

“But it's just a school though,” Stiles said. “You know, it's not exactly a fortress.”

“Lydia's got an idea for that. Remember how Valack quoted Tesla?”

“Frequency and vibration,” Stiles and I said.

“Emma told Lydia what Valack said. She thinks he wasn't saying that to you two just to sound smart. She thinks maybe he was dropping you guys a clue.”

“Do to what?” Stiles asked.

“Disrupt their frequency,” I said.

“Parrish took three cell phone jammers from the station,” Scott said. “He thinks he can broaden their range of frequency. It's a long shot, but it's the best we got right now.”

~~~

Later that night, Stiles and I ended up heading back to the clinic.

“Ya'know,” I sighed. “Maybe we should just bring some sleeping bags, extra clothes, toiletries...”

He chuckled, sparing a glance at me before turning back to the road. “Why? What makes you say that?”

“ ‘Cause we're here all the freaking time. I swear, the night we brought Derek here because Kate shot him in the arm with that bullet was the night the universe said we’re gonna make this building, as well as the Sheriff's Station, your third and fourth homes.”

He chuckled again. “Nah. It's kind of in the middle of everyone, so--”

“So's the station and the school, babe. You don't see us going there all the time.”

“Well, you know Deaton was an emissary for Talia's pack. He knows a lot about what's threatening us.”

“When they're here.”

He nodded slightly a couple times. “When they're here.”

I sighed again as we pulled up to the clinic's back door.

He turned to me as best he could. “Can you still hear pack members?”

Shaking my head, I looked down. “No. My abilities are, if not have, gone away. After Tracy slashed me up like Freddy Kruger.” I turned my head to look at him and stuck my hand out. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?” he asked, getting his phone from his pocket.

“I'll be right back. Get that watch thing ready, too.”

I got out of the Jeep and walked up to the back door, hearing muffled voices. Shaking my head, I opened the door, only to be greeted by Theo Raeken.

“What's going on?” he asked me, causing me to stop in my tracks for a moment.

I looked from him to the front door to the exam room, continuing my steps. “Whoever's stealing the bodies probably isn't going to do it while we're standing guard over one of them.” I stopped in front of the x-ray light, where you stick the x-ray pictures up.

“So you've got a better idea?” His voice held a little bit of flirting in it, which I definitely noticed.

I held up Stiles' phone and reached as far as I could to place it on top of the light, but couldn't reach all the way. Theo walked over and helped me out.

“Uhm,” I said, clearing my throat. It was more of uncomfortableness at the close proximity. “Just make sure that the camera's facing the body.”

I walked out of the building, shivering.

“Are you cold?” Theo asked, going to take off his jacket.

“Nope,” I said. “Get in the back.”

He sighed and walked around me to climb in the backseat of the Jeep.

I took my seat just as Stiles was putting the video feed watch up on the rear view mirror.

“What happens now?” Theo asked.

“We wait,” Stiles said.

“You guys want to take shifts watching?”

“No, no. We most definitely want to spend some quality time with you,” I sassed.

It was quiet for a second before I turned my head over my shoulder to look at Theo, only to see him smiling. “Sounds good to me, Emma.”

“Oh, my God,” I sighed. “Keep it in your pants.”

~~~

What seems like forever went by, Theo, gross, decided that now was the perfect time to speak up... again.

I was leaned over against Stiles' shoulder, his head leaning on mine.

“You both still wondering why I haven't said anything to Scott?” Theo said.

“Maybe,” Stiles and I said.

“You think I've got some kind of ulterior motive.”

“More than likely,” Stiles said.

“Would either of you believe me if I said all I want... all I've ever wanted is for you guys to trust me?”

“Nope,” Stiles and I said without missing a beat.

“So you're here because you're never going to trust me.”

I sighed and picked my head up from Stiles' shoulder, accepting the fact that a small nap was just not going to happen for me.

“Yep. Glad we had this talk,” Stiles said, sarcastically.

We both looked back to Theo, who rolled his eyes and looked down at his lap.

“Em, you know who you remind me of?” Theo asked.

“Only my boyfriend and best friend call me Em, and I really don't care,” I sassed.

“My sister.”

I looked at Stiles, wide-eyed. “And why, pray tell, do I remind you of your sister?” I asked.

“Because you're smart. She was smarter than everyone, too. And a pain in the ass like you... and Stiles, here.”

“Well, what can I say,” I said, hair flip included.

“But she always looked out for me. The same way you two look out for Scott.”

I looked back at him. “Because that's what best friends do. They look out for each other.” I turned back forward, putting my eyes on the video feed.

“You know, I was the one that found her body. She'd fallen into a creek, broken her leg. They told us she would've been okay if it wasn't one of the coldest nights of the year. If it wasn't for the hypothermia. And when I found her, all I could think was that I should've known.”

“Known what?” I asked, sadness hinting my voice. I couldn't help but think of my brother, Cart. What he would've been like if he hadn't have drowned... if I hadn't have screamed because I knew, at the age of 2, that he was going to die.

“That I should've been looking out for her,” Theo said.

I felt Stiles' eyes on me, knowing that he was thinking the exact same thing I was. “Why are you telling her this? Us this?”

“I'm telling her, the both of you, because even if you don't trust me and even if you don't like me, I'm going to be looking out for you... the way I should've been looking out for her.”

~~~

A couple more hours went by. Pure blissful silence. Stiles had told me to lean back over to attempt to get some shut eye. Yeah, that didn't last long.

“You know, I saw his teeth,” Theo said.

“And here we go again,” I sighed, picking my head up once again.

A few seconds of silence. “Donovan. He was a, uh--”

“A Wendigo, man. Get it together,” I sassed.

“Someone's feisty,” Stiles said, reaching over and putting his hand on my thigh.

“Well, homeboy back there can't seem to get to his point, and I'm tired and cranky because he keeps talking. Plus it’s… been a while.”

“That's the cannibal one, right?” Theo asked, ignoring mine and Stiles' small conversation.

“Native American. The myth says that, uh, if you ate human flesh, your punishment was to turn into a creature that constantly craved it,” Stiles informed.

“That's a pretty judgmental myth,” Theo said.

“I detect a hint of sass coming from your tone... only I can be the sassy one. There's only room for one,” I sassed.

“Well, I didn't make it up,” Stiles addressed Theo.

“What if it was the only way to survive?” Theo asked. “I mean, you ever hear of the Donner party? I'm pretty sure they didn't turn into Wendigos.”

“Well, they didn't live in Beacon Hills,” Stiles said.

“Good point,” Theo said. It was quiet for a second before he spoke up again. “So what's the punishment for killing a Chimera?”

“You spend five hours in a car with Theo Raeken,” Stiles said.

I chuckled at his statement, feeling his hand squeeze my thigh with his next words.

“Like I know what my punishment is. I'm gonna lose my best friend. I thought I was going to lose my girlfriend.”

“Turns out you were wrong on the girlfriend front,” I said.

He turned his head to look at me, giving me a sad smile.

I turned my head back forward, feeling a weird presence near us, my brows drawing in.

“I'm gonna lose Scott,” Stiles said.

“If Scott really gave up on you for some piece of crap like Donovan, then he wouldn't be a True Alpha, would he?” Theo said.

I sat up more straight in my seat, looking at the glove box, but turning my head both left and right, trying to figure out what this feeling was... or better yet, who I was feeling.

“Or maybe that's the definition of one, someone who doesn't put up with murder,” Stiles said.

“No, that's just Scott. You know that,” I said. I looked from Stiles to look out the window, the feeling getting a little stronger.

“It just sounds to me like you guys need to look up justifiable homicide,” Theo said.

“Did you seriously just say that to the son of a cop?” Stiles asked.

“And the daughter of a cop and the best attorney this town has to offer?” I added, still looking out the window.

“A werewolf's eyes are supposed to change color when you take an innocent life,” Theo said. Stiles and I both looked back at Theo as his eyes changed to Beta Gold. “Do these look Blue to you?” His eyes went back to their normal shade. “It was self-defense. For me and for you, Stiles.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my sights back to the window as Stiles said, “Or maybe you just don't feel all that bad about it.”

“You can't say one life is objectively less innocent than another one,” I said.

“What if they turn Blue 'cause you feel guilty?” Stiles finished.

“So it's up to interpretation?” Theo said.

“Yeah, maybe.”

I sighed. “Both of you are giving me a headache.” I was in fact getting one, but it wasn't from Stiles and Theo's bickering. It was from that overwhelming feeling I get right before I scream.

“Okay,” Theo said. “Then here's my interpretation of what happened with you and Donovan. Not guilty.”

Another couple of seconds of silence, and my brows furrowed deeper than I've ever felt them go.

“Did you feel bad about it?” Theo asked Stiles, their own conversation still going strong. “Not now. I mean right then. Right when it happened,” he added. Stiles must've given him a look. “What were you thinking the moment you knew he was dead and there was no saving him?”

“One word...” Stiles said. “Good.”

I heard Theo sniffling after a couple of seconds and sighed.

“What?” Stiles asked.

“Theo, please tell me you can smell what I'm sensing,” I said.

“Maybe. I'm smelling smoke. Like something burning,” he said.

“Or someone.” I opened up the door, getting out.

“Whoa, where are you going?” Stiles asked.

Turning back around, I looked at him. “If he's smelling something burning and I'm sensing that someone might be burning, I wanna know what or who it is so that I can call my dad. Just stay here.”

I turned and saw fire standing in front of me, eyes going wide. A flaming hand reached in my direction, moving me out of the way and to the concrete below me. I watched as this person punched Theo straight in the face after he leaned forward to check things out, his blood splattering all over Stiles' face. Poor baby can't catch a break from getting other people's blood on him.

Theo was tossed next to me, his arm going around me protectively before he passed out.

I watched as this person walked to the back of the Jeep and lifted it up off it's back tires, Stiles shouting inside.

“Stiles!” I screamed.

The Jeep ended up on it's top. Stiles' top half fell out of the open window, him passing out right after. Flames started up at the front, and the overwhelming feeling of needing to scream overcame me. That's all I wanted to do as my boyfriend laid unconscious.

More flames started around the Jeep as a body came walking out of the clinic. I was able to get Theo's arm from around me enough to sit up. As the person walked by with Josh's body slung over their shoulder, my mouth hung open.

“Parrish?” I whispered to myself. He didn't say or do anything. Just kept walking.

As soon as he was out of sight, I looked back over towards Stiles. Jumping up on my feet as fast as I could without falling on the rocks, I raced over to him, landing on my knees at his head and putting my hands on the parts of his face that weren't covered in Theo's blood.

“Stiles? Babe, you have to wake up. Babe, wake the hell up,” I said, tears forming in my eyes.

I looked at the fire at the front of the Jeep, sniffling. I looked back to Stiles, getting up from my position at his head. I went inside and got the fire extinguisher. Bringing it outside, I started to put the fires out.

Theo came up on my side. “What happened?” “Just get Stiles. I'll explain in a second,” I said. I walked to Stiles' head, putting the fires out that were at the back as Theo grabbed under Stiles' arms and pulled him out of the Jeep.

Theo set Stiles on the ground as I put the fire extinguisher on the ground.

Stiles started coughing, causing me to look over at him as he was looking up at Theo... who was looking at me.

Connecting my eyes with Theo's, I said, “The body... the body's gone.”

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