Brettsey + 2

So... this one didn't really turn out all that fluffy, but I hope it's okay!

#2 "The thought of losing you scares me."

In hindsight, running into a burning building without turnout gear or back up probably isn't the best idea she's ever had.

But she honestly doesn't see how she had any other choice.

Sylvie and Violet have just dropped their patient off at Med. Nothing crazy - a kid with an ulna fracture. A damn near routine call considering some of the things they see.

They're driving down 14th Street, on their way back to the firehouse, when they notice the smoke billowing out of the apartment building ahead of them.

Eyes fill with alarm as Sylvie slows the ambo to a stop. It's dark, and it's late, and there aren't any people around. Which in this situation is strange.

Sylvie can't make out the telltale sound of sirens approaching. There aren't any residents milling around the evacuation point either, like she would expect with a fire already this involved.

It's all so disconcerting.

Sylvie unbuckles her seatbelt, steps out of the ambulance, instructs Violet to radio main and find out which companies are on their way, see if they require sixty-one to stay on the scene.

She steps toward the building. The fire is at the other end of the complex, but the heat coming off the structure is almost unbearable.

There's smoke escaping from a few second story windows, and she can make out the flickering of orange flames from further inside the apartment.

Violet approaches at a jog, and Sylvie turns to face her partner expectantly.

"They weren't aware of a fire at this location," Violet says, the corners of her mouth turn down into a frown at the sight of the building. "They're assigning someone now."

Sylvie nods. Her brow creases, and she furrows her bottom lip into her mouth.

There's something really wrong with this scene. There should be alarms going off, alerting everyone to the danger.

She's seen her fair share of apartment fires in her time on the job, and it's usually chaos. All noise and people everywhere. This is the exact opposite. Eerily quiet with no one about.

These apartments aren't deserted. Surely someone should have made it out by now.

It could be another five, ten minutes before help arrives on the scene. She knows from experience just how much every second counts in a situation like this.

She can't just stand idly by, waiting for someone to arrive. She needs to get as many people out as she can.

"Violet," Sylvie starts and turns her head to look at her partner. "I'm not going to ask you to-"

As if she can sense what Sylvie is about to say, Violet cuts her off. "No way," she says, with an adamant shake of her head. "I'm not letting you go in there alone!"

There's a look of determination on the younger paramedic's face. One that tells Sylvie there's nothing she can say to change Violet's mind.

So she doesn't bother to try.

They enter the building, using their sleeves to cover their face as best they can.

Violet follows her orders, realizes they don't have time to argue, and goes down the hallway Sylvie tells her to. The one with less smoke. Away from the fire.

Sylvie might not be able to stop Violet from following her into the building, but she's damn well going to do everything in her power to keep her partner out of harm's way.

The hallways are dark and filled with smoke. Sylvie can barely make anything out or get her bearings.

She manages to find a door, bangs her fist against it until someone answers. It's easier after that.

Knock on the door until she wakes whoever's in the apartment, follow the wall along to the next door, and repeat.

Most can get themselves out of the building. The ones that can't, family members or neighbors are happy to escort them. It helps, means she can get to more people faster, without having to run up and down and out again and again.

By her estimation, she's able to clear about half the floor before she needs to get out. Before the cough and the ache in her chest becomes too much to bear.

She follows the last family down the stairs, meets up with Violet on her way out. They exit the building together and cough and sputter as they gasp for air.

She's hunched over, hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath.

"Brett!" She recognizes the voice instantly, stiffens as Matt grabs her shoulders. Her eyes are closed. She can't see him, but she can hear the concern in his voice.

"I'm fine," she rasps, her voice hoarse. Tries to reassure him. She doesn't need to see him to know it hasn't worked. She coughs again.

She tries to brush him off. He should be running the initial search. Not here with her.

She's fine, really. Tries to tell him again, but she can't get the words out. Her throat burns.

An open water bottle is shoved into her hands. From Gallo, she thinks. He's an angel.

She takes a few mouthfuls, swishes the water around in her mouth, spits it onto the ground before gulping the rest of the water down. Another full bottle quickly replaces the empty one.

"Are you insane?" Matt shouts. The concern turns to anger. His hands on her shoulders tighten, shakes her a little. "What the hell were you thinking, Sylvie? Why would you do something so incredibly stupid? You could have got yourself killed!"

The relief she felt, having Matt there when she exited the building, is replaced with irritation. And she gets it. He's afraid. She scared him; she understands that. But there's no reason for him to be so patronizing.

She probably understands more about what he's feeling right now than he does.

Because the emotions he experiences in this moment are exactly what she goes through every time she stands on the sidelines while she watches him run headlong into a burning building.

Whatever he's feeling, though, she is not some child to be scolded, and she doesn't appreciate him yelling at her like she is.

She knows her limits. She would never push herself past what she knows herself to be capable of.

She's vaguely aware of the orders he barks to the other members of eighty-one, but he makes no move to leave her side.

In any other situation, she might find it sweet, but in any other situation, he'd be leading his team in the search. Not standing here with her.

His grip softens on her arm, moves to her back. It does nothing to comfort her. In fact, it just makes her feel worse. Like she's being suffocated. Though that might be the smoke inhalation.

Her eyes narrow at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. She's furious with him. For talking down to her the way he did, in front of their friends and colleagues. For treating her like she's some child he's been tasked to deal with and not his girlfriend. His equal.

It's embarrassing.

She doesn't yell back at him, as much as she may want to. She doesn't have the energy for that. Even if she did, she doesn't think her throat could handle it. And this is not the right place for this conversation.

Instead, she looks at him, head cocked slightly to the side, a small, sad smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You know, if this had been anyone else, you would not have spoken to them the way you just spoke to me," she says, with as much force as she can muster. It's not a lot, but it's surprisingly more than she thought possible at this moment. "You would have been singing their praises. Commending them for helping so many people, a job well done."

"Sylvie-"

"Go. There are still people inside. You have a job to do, Casey."

He looks confused for a split second before composing himself. She doesn't have a chance to dwell on it. She's pulled away to be looked at by the medics from ambulance ninety.

Suddenly, everything shifts back to the way it always is. Sylvie, at the ambo, watching Matt anxiously, as he runs into a burning building.

... ... ...

One of these days, Matt thinks, Sylvie Brett is going to be the death of him.

Maybe he'd lost it a little back at the scene. Spoke to her in a way that he shouldn't.

When they'd arrived and found sixty-one already on scene, he didn't think too much of it. It wasn't all that uncommon for the ambo to beat them to the scene, especially when coming straight from another call.

But when they exited the truck and neither Sylvie nor Violet were anywhere to be seen, a resident informed them the paramedics in question were inside, helping to evacuate everyone.

Sylvie was inside the burning building.

He'd just been about to run in after her when she exited the building, coughing and sputtering, covered head to toe in black soot.

All the blood rushed from his face, and his heart pounded in his chest so hard he felt it might explode.

He saw nothing but her, rushed straight to her, not entirely in control of his actions. He'd shouted at her, and he shouldn't have.

She'd looked at him with hurt in her eyes and calmly told him that if it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have spoken to them that way.

He thinks that look hurt more than if she had just yelled back. Because he knows she's right. Fucking, of course, she is. She's always been able to see right through him.

Seeing her standing there, covered in ash, terrified him. He could have lost her.

He'd flashed back to a time years ago, the only other time he's seen her like that. The Arnow fire. Where they'd lost Otis. Where he'd almost lost her. Had lost her, for a time, though only temporarily.

Then she was dragged away, and he had a job to do. He needed to focus. His people could get hurt if the task at hand didn't have his total concentration.

He thinks Sylvie's been avoiding him - he doesn't blame her because the next time he sees her, it's almost the end of shift. Eighty-one had two more calls after the apartment fire. Sixty-one had five.

Sylvie and Violet refused to take Sixty-one out of service. And he had to bite his tongue. As hard as it was.

They always just seemed to be passing each other. Never in the same place at the same time. As if some invisible force was working to keep them apart. It's killing him.

He finds her by their lockers. Her shoulders tense when she senses his presence. Imperceptible to anyone else. But not to him. Never to him.

He's explored and learned every inch of her body these last three months. Even the slightest change does not go unnoticed.

He steps further into the locker room. By some miracle, they're alone.

"I'm sorry," he says, quiet and all sincere. It never should have taken him this long to say the words. This is their first fight. If he can even call it that.

He'd been an ass. He knows he's going to have to grovel to make it right again.

He sees her shoulders shift, relax slightly as the tension ebbs away. Sylvie turns, leans against the open door of her locker to look at him. She gives him that same sad smile again. Not unlike the look she gave him last night. His chest aches.

"I'm sorry," she says as well, and she means it. From the way she says it, he knows she's not apologizing for running into a burning building. No, he gives her a soft smile, she'll never apologize for that. He doesn't expect her to either. Instead, she's apologizing for the scare she gave him.

He closes the distance between them, reaches out, and pulls her to him. She lets him, allows herself to melt into him. Her head rests against his shoulder, her arms wrap around his waist.

He's got one hand on her back, pulls her as close as physically possible. The other weaves into her hair, twists the blonde locks between his fingers.

They stand there, alone, not saying anything, holding each other tight. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against his as she breathes is a reminder that she's here and she's safe; nothing happened to her. It comforts him.

Sylvie is the first to break the silence. "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you it won't ever happen again," she murmurs against his chest.

He huffs, lets out a quiet chuckle, strokes his hand through her hair again. "I know."

Selfishly, he'd love for her to tell him that. But given the chance, he knows she wouldn't change anything that happened on the call. And if it came down to it, she'd do it all over again, without giving it a second thought.

He's watched her do this job for years. She's always given so much of herself over to the job. He's always admired that about her. He wouldn't want that to change just because of him.

"It's just," he breathes, lips pressed into her hair, "the thought of losing you scares me." His voice is rough, shakier than he intends it to be.

Sylvie leans back to look him in the eye. Moving her hand up his side to his face, she caresses his cheek. He leans into her hand, closes his eyes.

"I know," she tells him. "Because that's exactly how I feel every time I have to watch you run into a fire."

"Sylvie, that's-"

"Don't." She cuts him off with a sharp shake of her head. "Don't say it's different. It's not. At least it doesn't feel like it is."

He stops, clamps his mouth shut. He's been on the job for so long now that it's really just become routine at this point. Stupidly, he's never really thought about it from Sylvie's perspective. That she might feel the same terror he did.

He takes her face between his hands, kisses her forehead, cheeks, peppers kisses everywhere until she laughs and smiles back at him. Then he stops, looks around the locker room, checking they're still alone, and captures her lips with his.

He wouldn't normally do this, not so out in the open at least. They try to keep their relationship strictly professional while they're in the common areas of the firehouse. But after the shift they've just had, he doesn't give a shit who sees.

Sylvie smiles, breathes a contented sigh against his lips, relaxes further into him. She breaks the kiss a second later.

"You're a bit needy, you know that," she says, with a teasing lilt, tries to break the tension.

It works. He laughs. A loud, genuine belly laugh. The first in hours. He plants another kiss against her lips, pulls her back against him.

"Can you blame me?"

Sink or Swim

Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: Y/N is the newest member of Squad 3, and when out on a dive rescue, things take a turn for the worse

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing and a near death experience

Word Count: 2,064 Words

“Everyone, can I have your attention please” Chief Boden announced to his firefighters, who all turned to look at him, meaning they saw me standing next to him. I had my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket, and I was rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. “I want you all to meet Y/N L/N. She’s going to be filling the open spot on Squad 3.”

“Uh, hey,” I say and wave shyly at the group of people sitting in front of me. For a second, the room was quiet, but it wasn’t long before a blonde haired woman stood up and rushed over to me, wrapping me in a big hug.

“I can’t believe we’ve finally got another girl! You’re going to love it here. I promise. I’m Sylvie Brett” the woman stated.

“Nice to meet you. I was the only girl in my old Firehouse, so when I walked up, I was really hoping there’d be a girl here. By the way, whoever owns the mustang parked out front, nice whip” I comment.

“The Mustangs mine” a man with salt and pepper hair spoke and raised his hand. My eyes immediately gravitated over to him, and when I saw who had spoken, my cheeks flushed. The stereotype for a firefighter was a young, handsome, muscular man, and the guy in front of me fit the description perfectly.

“Oh, Y/N, this is Kelly Severide, your lieutenant,” Sylvie told me.

“Nice to meet you, Cap’n” I speak and give him a small smile.

“Where you from, L/N?” Kelly asked me after he heard me use foreign slang for the second time this morning, the first being when I said “whip.”

“The Big Apple. I just moved here a few weeks ago,” I answer.

“NYC, huh? Why’d you move?” a man, who’s jacket read Cruz, questioned.

“Family reasons” I stammer out. “But I’d prefer that we don’t talk about. Lets just say I wanted a change of scenery. Chicago is very different from New York, but good different, you know? I like it here.”

Just then, an alarm blared from everywhere in the building, and everyone shot up out of their seats, heading towards the apparatus floor. Now I knew one similarity between New York City and Chicago; there’s never a boring day at work. 

“Follow me,” Kelly ordered and took my arm, leading me out of the break room. “I’ve got a few rules. One, obey my orders. I don’t like firefighters who exhibit insubordinate behavior, and I absolutely hate doing paperwork for that. Two, if you’ve got a suggestion for how to approach a situation, speak up. I don’t come up with all of the good ideas. And three, never stand around doing nothing. There’s always people who need help, so help them.”

“All right. I think I’ve got it,” I say as we got to the apparatus floor where my gear was already laid out for me.

“Oh, and L/N, welcome to Firehouse 51,” Kelly said.

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It had been a few weeks since I started on Squad 3, and I was loving every minute of it. Capp and Tony, the other two guys on Squad besides Kelly and I, were very funny and easy to get along with, so I had no problem fitting in. The rest of Firehouse 51 was also inviting, and I really felt at home here. However, there was definitely one thing I enjoyed the most, and that was hanging out with Kelly. Every shift, when things were slow, Kelly and I would sit on the roof together. He would smoke cigars while I chewed on my polar ice gum, and we would have conversations, whether it be about something stupid Otis had done that day, or something in our personal lives outside of work.

“Oh. Did I tell you about the prank I played on Mouch the other day?” I ask Kelly and blow a bubble, popping it with my lips.

“I don’t think so,” Kelly said and took another hit of his cigar. “What’d you do?”

“I stole his secret stash of chocolate” I admit. “And then I blamed it all on Otis.”

Kelly laughed and glanced over at me, meeting my gaze. I could feel myself getting red, so I turned away and looked at the sky. I had a huge confession to make, and it was that I had gained a crush on my lieutenant.

“Um, Kelly, there’s something I have to tell you” I confess.

Kelly put his cigar down on his tray and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees, clasping his hands together in front of him. “What is it?” he asked.

Just before I could tell him that I had feelings for him, the alarm went off inside of the firehouse calling for Squad 3, dive rescue. I got out of my chair and made my way over to the ladder, sliding down it expertly like I had done many times before. Getting my gear on took seconds, and as soon as all of us were in the truck, Tony started the engine and drove out of the garage. It didn’t take long before we got to the river, where a young, red haired woman, who was drenched in water, was waiting for us.

“You have to help them. Please,” she begged.

“Ma’am, calm down. Who do we need to help?” I ask.

“Them,” the woman shouted and pointed out into the middle of the river where a boat was submerged halfway underwater. I could make out a few people on the deck, and at the moment, it looked like they were all safe.

“Can none of them swim?” Kelly questioned as we started putting on our gear, which was basically a second skin to us.

“No. I’m the only one who can” the woman responded. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. We just wanted to get one last ride in before summer ended.”

“Hey. Everything is going to be okay........” At the moment, I realized I didn’t know the woman’s name.

“Marissa. My name’s Marissa” the woman said.

“That’s a beautiful name. I’m Y/N. I promise that we’re going to get everyone to safety” I say and grab my oxygen tank from the truck, slinging it on my back.

The rescue itself did not take long. The four of us each took about two trips to the boat, easily getting the people back to land. However, as soon as I began taking off my wet suit, the panic started.

“Where’s Davie? Where’s my son?” a man called out and looked around. I glimpsed over to the boat, and that’s when my eyes caught sight of a boy struggling to stay above water.

“Kelly,” I alert him and point to the water. 

Kelly followed my finger, and when he saw where I was pointing, he cursed. “Our tanks are out of oxygen. We never refilled them after the last dive.”

“That’s cool. I’ll just go in without one” I say and step out of my suit.

“Hell no. Y/N, that water is freezing cold. You’re not going out there. I’ll call in for backup,” Kelly announced.

“What? No. By the time you do that, that kid’ll be dead. On my first day on squad, you told me to never stand around because there are always people that need help. That kid needs help, so I’m going to help with” I share before jumping into the water.

As soon as my skin touched the water, I began to shiver at how cold it was, but I pushed past that and continued swimming. Kelly was calling my name from the shore, but I ignored him and kept going. When I was a few feet from the boy, he sank beneath the waves.

“Shit” I mumble and take a deep breath. Then, I dove deeper into the water, my eyes scanning everywhere for the boy. That’s when I saw Davie struggling to swim to the surface not far from me. He was holding his breath, which was a good sign, and he was still conscious. I swam over to him and got behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I kicked my feet in an attempt to propel us up and out of the water, but the current was too strong. I was starting to loose my breath, and I could tell Davie was too, so I did what any firefighter would do; save the victim first. I pushed Davie as hard as I could to the surface, hoping that someone else could get to him, and that’s when I felt the sudden urge to breathe. I couldn’t hold my breath anymore, and when I breathed, all I took in was water. Suddenly, I got lightheaded, my eyes drifted shut, and I lost consciousness deep in the Chicago River.

Kelly’s POV

I waited a few minutes, and Y/N still hadn’t resurfaced with Davie. Where the hell was she? At that moment, Davie appeared back on the surface, but Y/N was nowhere to be found.

“Capp, go out and get the kid. Now!” I demand. “I’m going to look for Y/N.” Capp nodded and jumped into the water with me following close behind. I swam out to where Davie was, and as Capp took the boy, I dove under the water. I looked around, hoping to find Y/N, and thankfully, I did, but she was unconscious. I made my way over to her, grabbed her body, and kicked towards the surface. When I got above the water, I tugged Y/N’s body with me to shore. Tony and Capp helped me lift her out of the water, and when I got back onto land, I pressed my ear against her chest. She wasn’t breathing.

“I’m going to call an ambulance,” Tony informed me and rushed towards the truck.

I took a deep breath, pinched Y/N’s nose, tilted her head back, and then I placed my mouth to hers. I breathed into her mouth a few times, and when I pulled away, I watched to see if she began breathing again, but she wasn’t. “Come on” I cry out and breathe into her mouth some more.

“Ambulance is 5 minutes out,” Tony said to me.

“She doesn’t have 5 minutes. Come on Y/N. Breathe,” I mumble and press my mouth to hers again. No matter how many times I tried, Y/N did not seem to come back. Just as I was about to give up, Y/N turned her head to the side and coughed up water. “Y/N! Thank god you’re okay.”

Y/N’s POV

The feeling of water leaving my lungs did not feel good. As I continued retching, Kelly helped me turn my body so that I wasn’t choking on my own spit and whatever else was coming up my throat. I coughed one more time and sucked in a huge breath before laying back down on the pavement.

“Y/N,” Kelly spoke and cupped my face with his hands.

“Hey, Cap’n,” I mutter and give him a tired smile.

“What did I say about following orders? You know I hate filing insubordination charges,” Kelly said.

“Maybe you can forget about that just this one time,” I whisper as I heard ambulance sirens getting closer.

“Only if you promise to never do that again. I mean it,” Kelly told me.

“Okay. Deal. Look, there’s something I never got to tell you,” I manage to breath out.

Kelly only smiled and pressed his lips to mine, giving me a quick kiss. “I like you too,” he assured me as an ambulance parked a few feet away from us. “Just focus on getting better now, okay? I promise we can talk about all of this as soon as you’re back in business.”

“Sounds good to me. Hey, could you ride with me in the ambo?” I ask. “I may or may not be afraid of hospitals.”

Kelly laughed and kissed my forehead. “Of course. Now, lets get you treated. I want my girl back on Squad as soon as possible.”

“Your girl? I thought we were talking about that later,” I say with a grin.

“Just shut up and accept it,” Kelly said.

“All right. I can’t believe Kelly Severide, the Lieutenant of Squad 3 and the hottest firefighter in Chicago likes me. I can get used to this,” I murmur.

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"liam saved theo from his never ending nightmare so theo saved liam from himself"

it’s no surprise to anyone, i’m a tiny bit obsessed with thiam.

when theo first arrived to the show i liked him already, i felt like he was an interesting character with an interesting backstory, i wanted to learn more. the more i did the worst it got but i kept thinking he was interesting and i liked seeing how he was able to plan his take on the pack. he managed to insert himself in the life of the characters and turned it around, when his plan failed, he still got his pack but ended up killing them all, i admit, kinda real bad, and then he got drag down to hell.

during the fifth season we found out that when he was ten he was manipulated into thinking his older sister – tara – wanted him to have her heart, because his had a genetic disorder. he believed the dread doctors when they told him they could make him better and he killed his own sister – taking her heart. he then left with them and was raised by them, raised believing that power was all that mattered and that he would be nothing and no one without it.

in season six episode six liam and hayden decided to bring him back because they needed his help with a supernatural creature in town, while hayden was more resistant, liam did not hesitate to smash kira’s sword into the ground and free theo, saving him from his never ending nightmare at the same time.

very rapidly we understood that whatever power theo might have stolen from his chimera pack – more specifically josh – he wasn’t in possession of them anymore, he was back to "classic theo" part coyote and part wolf. after he helped with the ghost rider, liam and hayden locked theo in the holding cell at the sheriff station. theo wanted out and liam wanted answer, they made a deal and liam broke the sword and with it any chance of theo going back to hell, his never ending nightmare.

when they needed him more, liam and stilinski broke theo out of jail but unfortunately the sheriff was taken and only theo and liam were left, leaving them no choice but to work together to flee the ghost riders. they – liam – had one goal, lure them away from scott, lydia and malia who were trying to get stiles back.

the both of them ended up at the hospital where, and i quote, liam said "when the ghost riders find us, i’m not gonna do anything for you, i’m not gonna help you, i’m not gonna save you, i’m gonna do exactly what you’d do to me, i’m gonna use you as bait". we all know he did not keep that promise, in fact, while fighting with a ghost rider, he pointed a gun at the one theo was fighting and shot, saving his life in the process. to "pay him back" and maybe prove that he wasn’t as bad as liam made him out to be, theo offered himself as bait.

while we all thought he had been taken in the hunt, we found out he hadn’t when out of nowhere he came back and saved liam from one of the ghost riders at the school, leaving liam able to get on with his god awful – but working – plan to get into the hunt.

while theo later on fought at the side of scott, malia and peter, he was forgotten and left alone. obligated to live in his car.

we found that out on season six episode twelve, where i noticed that the deputies coming to wake him up seemed to always wear a different uniform, did theo move around? or is the beacon county just, that big?

he was shot and didn’t come back until three episodes later (not gonna lie, these were the three most stressful weeks of my life).

when in episode twelve we found out he was living in his car, we also found out that he might have been the first target for the anuk-ite. thankfully, theo caught the spider early and got rid of it before it took his body and with it, his life.

when he came back in episode fifteen, he was hang up and tied to an electric fence in gerard and monroe’s headquarters. along with two other werewolves. when he thought he was free, he ended not being and was taken into custody.

during episode fifteen, when nolan was caught trying to sneak into the sheriff station liam automatically recognized him as the one who tried to make him shift in front of the whole school by beating him up. by scott’s reaction we understand that he might not have told him. but some of the shots during this scene were interesting, showing liam on the first plan with a close-shot accompanied by a blurry theo in the back. we understand why in the next scene that they share, in the bathroom.

theo confronts liam about what is happening, saying he will not risk his freedom. while liam first manages to stay calm during the discussion, he looses control when talking about brett and lori’s death. he punches theo before heading out and saying "i’m still working on my anger".

while we don’t know what happens between episode fifteen and episode sixteen, we understand that something might have clicked in liam’s brain, because, while he reacted poorly, theo seemed to be the only one noticing that something was wrong with liam. could this be why he brought him with him at the zoo? maybe.

it could also be because theo seems to be able to handle liam. theo has a past and liam knows it, theo doesn’t shy away in front of danger and maybe this is what liam needs at the moment? someone who will not hesitate to get in the way to stop him from doing something stupid?

there is also a line in this episode where theo says "i’m not dying out here because you want pay back against a kid who kicked your ass" and while i have no recollection of anyone explaining to theo what happened in the prior episodes with nolan and liam, maybe someone did between episode fifteen and sixteen, liam perhaps?

the car conversation is also interesting because now theo knows how bad liam has it with his anger, and the fear the anuk-ite brings is not helping "people only feel one emotion at a time liam". he also knows liam needs help "you brought me here because that thing that came out of the wild hunt is affecting you too" at this moment theo has already made up his mind, whether liam wants his help or not, he is going to get it.

and funny enough, liam doesn’t seem that resilient – oh he is yes – but not so much because deep down he knows he needs it, he also knows that whatever technique theo uses, it seems to be working because in episode seventeen, during the locker-room scene, liam calms down a bit too quickly for my liking (wrong i absolutely loved that).

theo uses reversed psychology and makes it to seem like liam would turn into a murderer, into someone like him "i’m the one with experience here", theo even uses "we" so that liam can feel more of a "bad person" because of what he might do. but in the end, it works and liam calms down.

now here is my favorite part, right after that liam asks theo "why do you keep trying to save me" and while theo answers something so dumb i don’t even want to mention it, i know it’s because liam saved him first and now theo feels obligated to return the favor (well, he does seem to enjoy it anyways).

theo can be seen in the next episode, number eighteen, right at the beginning, in the animal clinic with scott, liam and mason.

mason agrees with theo and liam doesn’t seem to like it, everything he says to or about theo seems to come out as an insult, but why? they seemed to be getting along well in the prior episode? finishing each other sentences when showing the dead bodies gabe brought them to to scott and malia? maybe because he’s starting to realize he might need theo more than he thought? and he doesn’t want to acknowledge it?

either way, theo and mason are sent to the tunnels to find aaron. they are both clearly uncomfortable being with each other but theo even more because the tunnels are where everything started and he surely does not want to stay or be here at all.

mason ends up hurt, and theo decides to try and take his pain away. first of all, great decision, it shows that he is trying to change, that he at least knows he can do it at some point and wants to. unfortunately he isn’t able "you can’t take pain if you don’t care". theo still decides to stay with mason while waiting for help.

the next time we see theo, it’s at the beginning of episode twenty, the finale. he is in his car, driving to somewhere on the phone with scott.

here are some details that don’t sit right with me. their phone call lasted twenty six seconds. there is no way theo answered the phone, got in his car, and drove to what seems to be the highway in twenty six seconds, so where was he going? was he leaving town because of what had happened with mason in the tunnels or liam’s sneaky comments at the clinic? because even after all his efforts, he is still not being accepted and knows he probably never will? probably. but i’m glad scott called and asked for his help.

he got to the hospital and saved liam’s ass – again might i add.

then, there is what is for me, their most important scene, for their relationship but also for their own character’s arc.

the elevator scene.

where they promise each other they weren’t gonna die for each other. where they lie their ass off.

i have a theory about this scene. remember the look? yes that one, the famous look down. based on my calculations, it is way too low to be directed to liam’s lips as people believe it to be, no, i think it’s directed to his chest, most importantly, his heart. because liam lied, and theo heard it. now of course theo lied too but he’s a professional he knows how to keep his heart steady.

and of course liam knows that theo knows because the look gives it away, which is why he accepts to fight with him (and damn, they make a pretty good team! i mean, that back roll? come on!) and i think in that moment they understood that no matter what, they can’t hide from this anymore, whatever this is (my money’s on anchor with a touch of love).

but in that moment i knew. i knew that because liam allowed himself to get help from theo, allowed himself to be anchored by theo, he anchored theo too. he gave him a reason and the opportunity to stay on the right path, on the path to redemption. and in that moment theo realized that he mattered, that he had a purpose.

can we also quickly talk about the small shot of theo flinching at the sound of the gun going off? when has he ever done that? he was literally raised by the dread doctors, he’s not afraid of anything, but not knowing if liam was on the other end of that gun shot scared him.

now we all know that part of why theo was able to take gabe’s pain was because he saw himself in him, the kid who trusted the wrong people and suffered the consequences, just like he did. but part of why he was able to care was because liam cared. liam gave theo a reason to care.

and this is why i love them so much. because their relationship, again, whatever it is, is special. it’s unlike any we’ve ever seen in the show. it’s important because it takes into consideration who they are on their own. it doesn’t exist just to add a relationship or a story-line to the show, it exists to fit on their own story-line, to make them better people.

as the title says, liam saved theo from his never ending nightmare so theo saved liam from himself (and fell in love with him in the process).

they are so important to me because i like when relationships have meaning, and theirs seems to be just that, meaningful.

Cool... Bruises? (Chicago Fire)

A/N: I’m back baby (?) I had this idea a few weeks ago but last night a saw it in my notes and started writing it! Just like that... I wish that could happen to me with college stuff but nope. Anyway, I tried a new way of writing that involved not using “Y/N” and making it gender neutral! It was a hard but gratifying experience, I hope you like it!

Word count: 1546 

Firehouse 51. You have been here for a month and a half and saying that it was the greatest house you ever worked in was the smallest compliment you could think of. This was your third, and hopefully last, firehouse in your ten years of being a firefighter.

 Why a firefighter? It didn't run in the family, you weren't saved by one of them, you didn't get excited by the adrenaline of the dangers that came with... No, none of that. You just lived your whole childhood in front of a firehouse and seeing them run to the trucks whenever the alarm sounded, with rain, snow or in the middle of a heatwave, to help a complete stranger who needed it was all it took for you to know that when you grew up you wanted to love your job as much as them and if in the same time you could be helping someone, better. So when you graduated from high school, you went straight to the fire academy and you loved it.

 Now 10 years later you still loved the job with all your heart and the schedule helped with your second job that it was as gratifying as the first one: a tattoo artist.

 You loved drawing your whole life, which is why your friends and family were kinda surprised that you didn't follow an art or design type of career. But nowadays it was as important for you as being a firefighter. It was your way of interacting with complete strangers without the fire or a halligan in the middle, and also an escape for your mind from bad calls or stupid discussions with your colleagues.

________

It was a completely normal Friday... except for it really wasn't. The whole past week, in and out of work, you started to notice that your coworkers (that luckily you can also call your friends) were acting strange towards you. At first not everyone was like this, if you don't remember wrong the first you noticed acting like this was Cruz, but now the whole shift was starting to whisper around you, stared at you worriedly and asking you things like "how are you been lately?" or "everything okay at home?".

 'Maybe they're joking with me because I'm a newbie', you thought, although is kinda strange because you been with them for almost two months... Still, you decided to ignore it but if it did get worse you will intervene.

 After the everyday reunion with the chief all went straight to have breakfast but you needed a quick detour to get your vitamins from your locker. Entering the common room you went straight to get a glass of water, popped your vitamins in your mouth and grabbed a plate for your breakfast.

 "What'd you take?" Herrmann asked beside you.

 "Vicodin. You can all call me Dr. House now" you joked and faked a limp in your way to the table. You knew it was a lame joke but you also knew that Brett and Capp would have laughed at that, so when you looked up from the plate and saw everyone staring at you with long and saddened faces you couldn't take it anymore.

 "Okay, what is going on with all you?", you asked standing up from the table and moving to the door so you would have a view of everyone, "did I do something to bother you guys?".

 Immediately a chorus of "no", "not your fault", "hey don't blame yourself" invaded the room and surprisedly were cut off by chief Boden.

 "You did nothing wrong kid, but it has come to my attention that some of your coworkers are worried about your well-being, and I know you still feel like the new face here and maybe you can't open up to us yet, but we are here for you when you are ready" he said looking at you with kind eyes.

 "Uh" you stared at everyone for a few seconds, searching for words to describe  how you felt right now. "I don't want to be disrespectful to you chief or anyone but... What the hell are you talking about?".

 "Come on, Cruz saw them when you were changing in the locker room" chastised Severide while frowning at you.

 "Saw what?" you questioned, getting confused more and more.

 "The bruises!" Joe yelped, "I saw a big ass bruise in your left leg. You can stop lying now".

 "Bruises? Wha-" that's when you realized what was this about. Oh boy... "It's not a bruise-".

 "Nah don't come at me with this crap" Herrmann halt you, "you didn't fall nor got hit by anything in the lasts two weeks and Cruz said those looked like a big deal so start talking".

 "Hey you don't go threatening people who need help" snapped Brett at the grey haired man.

 "Sylvie is right, is a sensitive matter that needs sensitive-" stated Casey before being cut off by the comments of everyone present in the room.

 "Guys, really is not what you think of" you protested but by now the discussion of treating the "problem" with a delicate or hard hand was swallowing your voice completely.

 Then a crazy idea came to you and you thought 'what the hell, this is already out of my control'. You felt through your uniform pants and silently cheered and thanked your past you for putting your biker shorts underneath.

 Big inhale and...

 "HEY!!" you shouted with all your lung capacity, that thankfully managed to get everyone quiet.

 "It's not a bruise and-" you started but stopped to send a threatening look towards Mouch who was about to interrupt, "AND I can prove it". Finished that sentence you started to unbuckle your belt even if you could feel their eyes, many many eyes, on you.

 "What are you..." Stella trailed off with a confused chuckle.

 "I am not bruised" you stated just before pulling your pants downand waiting quietly for the reactions. Every single one was amazing to see, the pants down technique was totally worth it.

 "Goddammit Joe you don't know the difference between a bruise and a tattoo?!" roared Herrmann looking at the firefighter in question.

 "H-how am I supposed to know?!! Literally the whole leg is tattooed and I just saw a glimpse of it in the locker room!" Joe excused himself while pointing at your leg.

 "You can put your pants back on" sighed the Chief and left the room.

___________

 "Those are some nice tattoos" commented Matt, now all sit down eating breakfast.

 "Thank you, I designed all myself but just tattooed the parts in my leg. The thigh section was done by a colleague" you beamed at him. "I'm really proud of it".

 "Wait, are you a tattoo artist? That is so cool" marveled Brett. "For how long? Do you work of it?".

 "Well I started when I got out of the academy, so around 10 years. And yes, a friend and I have a little tattoo shop in Little Village" you informed them.

 "How come we never knew about this? You been here for a month and a half!" Stella sputtered while shaking her head.

 "When I came here you guys where dealing with a wannabe commissioner. I guess being under a microscope didn't leave us much time to socialize and when the situation passed we had lived together some things that made us become closer, even if we didn't know each other fully" you expressed. "Like for real, I never thought that a firehouse family could be this strong and attentive of your own, but today's misunderstanding was the cherry on the top. You truly are amazing ".

_________

 A few calls through the day went past and before they noticed the shift had ended and they were going straight to Molly's to share with their fellow first responders the now top 1 story from firehouse 51: you minus pants.

 You were thrilled. Yeah.

 "Yes, keep laughing. At least I'm going to be a famous legend in the 51" you rolled your eyes at the people in the table, them being Brett, Kidd, Severide and 21st precinct boys Jay Halstead, Kevin Atwater and Adam Ruzek.

 "For pulling your pants down?" asked Atwater chuckling with his partners, receiving a middle finger from your part.

 "Hey, can we get discounts in your tattoo house now or do I have to arrest you for exhibitionism?" Jay asked you.

 "What, you want a tattoo of Captain America's ass, soldier boy?" you smirked at him, "and if you don't stop laughing I'll charge you with a 10% plus".

 "Copy that", they laughed and keep joking around for about an hour before you stood up.

 "Okay ladies and gents, is time for me to go, I have an early client tomorrow" you stated while stretching your arms. "Talk to you later, bye".

  A chorus of soft "bye" and "good night" were heard, but when you were going towards the front door a booming voice broke through.

 "Hey, I didn't get to see that famous tattoo, could you do that pant trick here?" Adam yelled, trying poorly to hide a smile.

 You froze for a second, slowly turned to him with a smirk in your face and in your cockiest voice ever you answered him.

 "You wish".

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Derek

"Chip!"

Derek hastily straightens in his seat when he hears the familiar voice. His visiting little cyclops brother, Chip, who's as tall and broad as Derek, races down the front porch of the Big House, screaming to his favorite person at camp: son of Athena, Stiles.

"Stiles!" is Chip's answering cry as they meet in a bone-crushing hug. Chip picks Stiles up off his feet and twirls him around, all the while shrieking in glee. "I missed you!"

Stiles grins up at the cyclops when he brings him back down. His pale face is flushed, and the freckles on his face stand out. He looks so excited to see Chip. It's no wonder. They were instant buddies since the first time they met last summer, Stiles's first at camp. 

"Let's read Stiles!" Chip takes one of Stiles's arms, shaking it. He's bouncing on his giant feet as he continues babbling. "Can we read about Lord Pegasus? Oh, oh, I also want to read about Medusa! Oh, oh, and the other gorgons, please!" Chip draws out the last word and blinks his big eye at Stiles.

Stiles gives a hearty laugh at Chip's antics. Then his eyes widen a small fraction, "Oh," he mutters, looking down at the book his other hand is holding and back to Chip, biting his lower lip. "Oh, no. I'm mentoring today, kid."

"Yes!" Chip nods his head, not losing the broad smile. "You're men-to-ring me!" Chip giggles, swaying Stiles's arm playfully.

Stiles's expression morphs back to an open-smile after a moment of contemplation. "Of course! Anything you like."

Chip pulls Stiles up the front porch, only letting go to arrange the table and chair for their session. Derek clears his throat, standing to give his previous space to Stiles. "Do you want anything to eat?"

Stiles turns and acknowledges him for the first time. His smile tightens, and he doesn't look at Derek's eyes. "No, I’m fine."

Derek purses his lips. Well, Stiles's treatment of Derek makes sense after all his asshole business last summer, but knowing doesn't equal accepting. Derek tries again, "How about a can of diet coke?" 

Stiles looks at him, then, arching a brow. "Mr. D would castrate you on sight," he declares matter-of-factly in his deadpan tone whenever he thinks something is stupid. "Or worse, turn you into a dolphin."

Derek snorts, knowing it's the truth. "I'm not taking from his godly stash. We have some in the supply store."

Stiles squints his eyes, studying Derek in silence. Derek fidgets, feeling small despite having a few inches on Stiles and pounds of muscles. It has been their lengthiest interaction since the previous year. Derek remembers how just last summer, he was the one belittling the demigod. He wishes he knew better, then.

In the end, it's Chip who breaks their gaze with his loud, exuberant, spirited nature. It reminds Derek that Chip is still an equivalent of a ten years old in mortal years. "Stiles! The table is ready! I have a seashell to show you. I picked it up from dad's palace just for you!"

Derek lowers his eyes, face heating up, while Stiles hums awkwardly. The Athena child turns to go but rotates back eventually, less closed-off. He nods, "I would like some diet coke, Der."

Derek tries not to choke. He, especially, tries to reign his fast-beating chest at the nickname. Any other person and Derek will immediately douse them with saltwater. But today, Der sounds good, he concludes.

•••

Derek comes back about ten minutes later, bringing two cans of diet coke and a bag of fresh strawberries from the Demeter cabin. He also includes a carton of milk for Chip that the cyclops calls Hera's mortal nectar  - courtesy of Cora’s suicidal humor, who Derek counts as lucky not to be mangled by the queen of Olympus's herd of angry cows at the disrespect.

As he nears, he pauses at the sight of the new camper, a son of Ares, charging angrily for the Big House toward Stiles and Chip. The boy looks ready to maul somebody. And judging by the flash in his eyes directed at Derek's unassuming brother, the Ares boy sets to accomplish just that.

Derek forgets the coke, fruit, and freaking milk and runs.

He comes just on time to take the boy by the back of his orange camp half-blood shirt and tackle him down to the floor before he can land a punch on Chip.

"Get off me!" The son of Ares screams, completely mad with rage that his eyes almost look like they're in flames. He grapples against Derek's hold, thrashing and attempting to bodily lift Derek off. "He's a monster! A murderer!"

The guy is unexpectedly tough, and Derek's hold on him is starting to slip. He has no choice. Derek closes his eyes and concentrates as much as he can - summoning. Quickly, he feels the familiar response, the powerful tug from the depths of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. There's a rushing noise, then metal clanking in an effort to hold, the current rumbling within them. The pressure becomes too much, and a pipe breaks in their midst. A forceful burst of water coming from every which way aims at the son of Ares.

Derek doesn't let go as water floods the anger and aggression from the boy. A few seconds only and Derek calls off the water, which instantly dries back to the ground, leaving only small puddles in its wake and a drenched boy on the porch of the Big House. Derek remains dry, fists clenched on the wheezing Ares boy's shirt.

"What the hell's going on?" A voice shouts. When Derek raises his head, he sees that their altercation has called the attention of many. A tall boy with dark hair hurries forward. It's Fred, cabin five's head counselor. "Theo!"

Theo, the boy Derek has pinned to the floor, pushes at him, and Derek tumbles off. Theo scrambles up, wet and dripping, and even more outraged. Fred appears beside Theo in an instant. The head counselor holds him back when Theo tries to launch at Chip again. His interference causes a flailing arm to hit his nose, and Fred's fingers loosen on Theo at the impact. Before Theo can come near at the whimpering cyclops, however, Stiles puts himself between Theo and Chip, wielding a shiny dagger that kisses Theo's throat in warning.

Stiles's nostrils flare as he grits out, "I hope you have an adequate excuse for what you just did."

Theo is heaving, giving Stiles a look of disbelief, and glances at Chip with loathing. Stiles presses the blade more firmly. 

Derek gets on his feet at once and takes his brother in his arms. The poor terrified cyclops is sniffling, tucking his face on Derek's neck. He's shivering, and Derek feels his blood boil. Who would want to hurt an innocent kid? He should have drowned the Ares boy sixty seconds longer.

"He's a murderer," Theo snarls, pointing at Chip.

Stiles replies with a clenched jaw, "He's a child!"

"He's a monster,"

"He's a cyclops, Theo," Stiles grinds his teeth, "A monster is one who attacks the helpless and innocent."

Theo opens his mouth for another nonsense, but Derek cuts him off. "Fred!" Derek growls, finding the counselor's eyes and having enough of all of it. "Take your brother."

Fred, nose bleeding, steps forward cautiously, reaching to wrap a hand around his brother's arm. Theo remains immovable. Fred tugs again, "Let's go, you idiot."

Theo and Stiles are locked in a glaring match, the Ares boy not backing down despite the blade thrust to his throat. 

"Theo!" Fred hisses, hard and sharp, pulling at him harder now. The authority bleeds in his tone and touch. He's still the Head Counselor.

"We will discuss this," Derek says to Fred.

Fred cocks his head to the side in silent agreement, but Theo scoffs, finally stepping back. He slips his glare to Derek, droplets crawling down his sneering face. "You bet we will," and with one last menacing glance at Chip, he allows Fred to lead him away.

•••

"I don't understand where his rage is coming from," Derek tells Chiron later, pacing back and forth in his office. Chiron had been away with Mr. D during the dispute and was immediately alerted on his arrival. "He just attacked Chip,"

Chiron's forehead creases with worry, a thoughtful look on his face. His lips a thin line as he asks, "How's the young cyclops?"

The question makes Derek halt, the tautness of his shoulders relaxing a little. His arms stretch to lean against the back of a chair in front of Chiron's table. "He's with Cora and Stiles," he shakes his head, closing his eyes briefly. "He's distraught, understandably so. And Cora is plotting revenge, and Stiles is angry enough not to stop her."

A soft knock brings their attention to the door. Upon Chiron's permission, it opens and admits Lori from cabin seven, daughter of Apollo. She looks sheepish, ducking her head a little as she closes the door behind her. "Sorry for interrupting."

Chiron hums kindly, waving a hand for her to state her case.

Lori steps forward, fingers tight around the hem of her shirt. "It's about Theo," she announces, getting the full attention of the trainer and director.

Derek straightens, crossing his arms. "What about him?"

Lori visibly hesitates for a moment, then clears her throat. "During his first day at camp, he had sprained a muscle on his back from training. Brett told him to stay in the medic tent for the evening to recuperate."

Chiron's brows draw together, "All right?"

She wets her lips and continues, more sure of her words now. "While Theo was asleep, he dreamt. He was sweating and muttering on the bed, obviously distressed, so I decided to call a son of Hypnos to help him sleep better." She glances back and forth between Derek and Chiron for their reactions. "He manipulated Theo's visions to calm him. But he told me before leaving that Theo wasn't dreaming. He was reliving a memory."

Dread settles in Derek's stomach. Somehow, he senses that Lori's next statements won't bode well for him - or Chip and even Cora. He breathes through his nose, prompting, "And?"

Lori swallows, "His memory was of an older girl named Tara," the daughter of Apollo delays, calculating her words. Finally, she huffs, "I didn't want to talk about this; this isn't my story to tell. But after what happened today, I think maybe this will help you approach Theo."

Chiron nods in understanding, but his expression reflects the same apprehension that Derek feels.

Lori grimaces, sending Derek an apologetic look before she finishes. "Tara was taken by a cyclops, Derek. It might be after Theo, too."

~•~

“Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you”

For brettsey 🥰

She should have seen it coming. 

It isn’t a huge conversation, really. She’s sitting on a fancy chair in a fancy restaurant for what is supposed to be a nice night out for her and Matt. It’s a beautiful restaurant with dim lights that just nail the whole romantic ambiance. But then, she gets a Facebook notification while they’re waiting for their food and sees Hope’s recent wedding photos to some random guy from Fowlerton, sending her shamefully stalking her Facebook page. It’s not like she had specifically planned to bring it up with him, but just. Ugh. Hope sure does bring out the worst in her. 

“Ugh, look at her stupid pretty flowers, and her stupid perfect dress,” she pouts while they sit at their table “Who has roses at their wedding anyway? Rich people, that’s who. My wedding is going to be strictly orchids.” 

“Wedding?” His eyebrows raise at his question.

She backtracks as fast as she can. “Oh, I- hypothetically, I mean.” 

He nods slowly, the awkwardness creeping up on them. 

“I’m sorry,” she knows she should stop herself, but she can’t help it as she asks, “do you, uh… do you not want to get married?” 

“Me? Uh- I mean… Well, we both have had pretty awful experiences with engagements and marriage. So… It just didn’t cross my mind.” 

“Really?” 

“... Nope.” She can’t tell if he’s imagining it but she swears something in his voice is off. 

“Oh… ok,” she nods, blinking back tears and just. She can’t believe what she’s hearing. “I just, uh. We’ve been dating three years now and I figured it was going somewhere. I guess I was wrong.” She can’t stop the tears from trickling off her cheek as she gets up from their table and grabs her coat. 

“Sylvie, wait,” she hears Matt plead as she grabs her coat and dashes. Her heart stings as she leaves the restaurant, the tears blurring her eyes as she fumbles for her keys in her purse. When she gets home, she orders a deep-dish pizza, still hungry after missing out on the food from the restaurant, and passes out on her couch almost immediately after two slices. 

The next morning, she wakes up to two missed calls from Matt. She grunts and puts her phone on silent, getting up from the couch to get breakfast. The only food she has in her fridge that isn’t rotten or expired is the cold, leftover cheese pizza from the night before, so she takes a slice for breakfast and prepares herself for a marathon of Property Brothers. Her relationship with Matt might be slowly crumbling before her eyes but hey, the Scott brothers can be the reliable men in her life from now on, right? 

Her phone keeps lighting up throughout the day with missed calls and texts from Matt. She doesn’t want to hear it. Not yet, at least. Working things out, if even possible, will take hard work and time, and she’s not ready for that yet. Hell, she doesn’t even know if working it out is possible. She’s got a lot of thinking to do and no willpower to do it. 

Two more days pass before her next shift. The second day, Stella and Mackey come over, yanking her off of her couch where she’s been sleeping for the past two days. She had tried to go up to her bedroom the first night but was too upset by the framed pictures on her nightstand of her and Matt. Their trip to Cabo, their first date, the time they went to a carnival. The memories make her head hurt with messy confusion and heartache, so she sleeps on her couch. 

Stella and Mackey drag her to a girl’s day out. They get their nails done and go out for lunch, but Sylvie can tell she’s being a drag when she keeps groaning at her phone. 

“Girl, he’s been calling you all day,” Stella pouts in sympathy for her best friend.

“Ugh, I know. I miss him,” she groans. “But this is just too hard. He basically said he didn’t want to get married! I mean, I know we both haven’t necessarily had the best luck in that department but… I thought we were heading somewhere, you know?” 

“I’m so sorry, Sylvie,” Mackey sighs, rubbing her shoulder tenderly. “You guys will get through this rough patch.” 

Sylvie nods in an attempt to muster up some hope but is unsuccessful. She hadn’t even realized how badly she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Matt Casey until he had told her he hadn’t thought about it. 

They pay for lunch an hour later, and Sylvie leaves feeling only slightly less shitty than she was when she first left the house. 

The morning of her shift after the fight, she’s still asleep on her couch when she gets a knock on her door. She figures it’s Casey, as he normally drives her to work on their shifts together. 

“Look, Matt, I know I haven’t responded to your calls in a few days but I really don’t—” She starts to call out to Matt as she pulls herself off the couch and stumbles on the way to the door. She opens the door though, and her prepared speech about needing more time and space is cut short when she sees Severide leaning against the doorway instead of Matt. 

“You look awful,” he kids.

“Thanks,” she rolls her eyes. “What are you doing here?” 

“Get dressed. I’m here to take you to work,” he shrugs and invites himself in. 

“I thought Stella was doing that.” 

“Nope. It’s me today. Special occasion.” 

“What special occasion is this, exactly?” 

“You’ll see when we get to work. I’m under strict orders not to say anything until we get there.” 

Sylvie hesitates for a moment. The chances of this not involving Casey are slim. Whatever brought about this weird turn of events feels important, but it makes her reluctant to give in. “If this has anything to do with Matt and what happened last time we spoke—”

“No! No,” he frantically exclaims, “Nothing to do with that. Just- come on, let’s go. We’re going to be late.” 

She runs into her room and throws on jeans and a t-shirt. It’s not the nicest outfit she owns but she’s going to get changed there anyways, so she grabs her bag and hops into Severide’s car. 

“You know, Matt loves you. A lot,” he comments as they park outside of the firehouse and jump out of the car. They had been silent the whole car ride and Sylvie’s about 100 steps away from the firehouse as he says it. “I’m sure his priorities are more similar to yours than you think they are.” 

“I doubt that but it’s fine,” she grumbles. 

They walk in through the apron and into the firehouse through the doors leading to the common room. Except as Sylvie walks alongside Severide, she notices that the lights are dimmer than usual. “Are you sure about that?” He retorts as they reach the entrance to the common room and find out why. 

Standing at the kitchen counter facing the entrance is Matt, surrounded by rose petals and lit candles as a soft, familiar Elvis ballad plays in the background on a radio. People are watching from the entrance in adoration, giving her encouraging nods and smiles. The scene is overwhelming and makes Sylvie tear up a bit as her bag falls off her shoulder and onto the ground. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Matt’s voice is low and sweet as he smiles nervously at her. 

“Oh my god… did you do all of this,” she asks in a whisper, her breath watery and shaky with emotion. She’s absolutely speechless. And very underdressed.

“This was supposed to happen after our dinner the other night. It took a lot of convincing for the Chief to let me light these candles in here, what with the fire hazards and all, but he made an exception for an important cause.” She meets him halfway between the entrance and the kitchen, her heart feeling a pull towards him that’s almost magnetic. Severide and the rest of the firehouse are shuffling closer to the entrance as they watch the scene from afar. 

“The cause?” She knows the cause. Knows what’s coming next. She just wants to hear him say it, she needs to hear him say it.  

“Yeah.” Matt takes a deep breath in and exhales shakily before continuing. “I am so sorry, Sylvie.” Her heart is fluttering fast like a hummingbird as he takes her shaking hands in his own, his skin warm and soft to the touch. “I had this all planned out. I thought…” He starts to tear up and it makes the tears fall down Sylvie’s face even quicker as he powers through, his voice shaky and his eyes glossed with tears, “I thought that it mattered… where and when I would propose to you. I got so caught up in making everything perfect… that I nearly ruined everything. But you… you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And, if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life doing the same. So,” he pauses as he gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring from his pocket. 

“Oh my god,” she blurts. She’s a blubbering mess by now and she feels her knees give out as she lowers to the ground to meet Matt’s eyes. 

The laugh he lets out is watery and shaky, and his hands fumble as he shows her the ring. “Sylvie Brett… will you marry me?” 

She doesn’t believe it. She thinks she must be having some weird fever dream because this moment is so perfect and happy that it just can’t be true… but it is. It’s true, and she’s smiling like an idiot as she whispers her answer. “Yes.” 

“Yes?” His wide, goofy grin matches hers. 

“Yes!” She repeats it louder this time, letting him slip the ring on her finger. They both stand up as he leans in and kisses her. It’s soft and sloppy and his lips taste like tears, but it’s perfect. 

Their kiss is interrupted by a roar of cheers and clapping. The whole firehouse, still watching intently, comes barrelling into the common room to congratulate them with hugs and cheers and pats on the back. They smile and accept the giant group hug from their group of friends. Even Boden comes over and hugs them, tells them he’s proud of them both before going to blow out all of the candles. 

“Ahhhh!” Mackey and Stella both squeal and pull her in for a group hug. She feels bad for soaking their shirts with tears but they don’t notice as they jump up and down. 

“Girl we were practically dying the other day trying to keep his secret,” Stella huffs dramatically and whacks Casey on the shoulder. 

“Wait, you guys knew?” 

“We’ve known for weeks, girl! We all have,” Mackey gestures to the whole firehouse and Sylvie just. Her heart feels like it’s pouring out of her eyes in the form of tears. It’s so overwhelming and beautiful and just… perfect.

Sylvie laughs, burying her head into Matt’s chest before looking back up to him. She kisses him again, this time slower and deeper, before saying the words that have turned into an instinct for her over the last three years. The words that she has to say because no other words are perfect enough. “I love you.” 

Then, he smiles at her and the words come naturally to him after he kisses her forehead. 

“I love you too.”

Need You Part 2: Tyler Seguin

Hello everyone, thank you for loving this series! It won’t be a super long series, it was just something I had to get off my chest. Please leave some feedback, my inbox is always open, requests are also open! Those of you who have thank you so much! I love you all. 

Prt 1.

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Warnings: Lots of cussing.

“He said he loved you?” You took a sip of your Jamba Juice and nodded looking up at your best friend. 

“Did you say anything back?” You sighed and looked over at the sleeping baby in the stroller.

“No, Nicole I did not. Because I was taken off guard and couldn’t wrap my

Head around the fact that he had said it.” Nicole gave you a look.

“But literally this has been what you’ve been-“ 

“Yeah that was before Ava.” You had a daughter to think about how and you two were starting to get into a schedule, a routine and you weren’t ready for someone to come in and mess it up or disrupt it even if it was the guy you had been in love with for At Least a year. 

“You don’t think he’d be there for her?” You shook her head.

“I think he’s not ready to have that responsibility, I think he’s still has to grow up and live his life.” 

“Plus he said he loved me, past tense.” You shrugged.

“He left or well I told him he had to leave because I couldn’t have that conversation. I wasn’t ready.” Nicole took a sip of her drink.

“Has he tried to call you?” You nodded your head.

“every day… it’s been four days. I’ve literally ignored him. I don’t know what to do.” You weren’t lying. After he had told you he loved you, you were speechless and as he tried to explain you couldn’t wrap your head around anything so you asked

Him to leave which he of course fought you on. However, Tyler was persistence, he always got what he wanted but not with this, not with you and Ava. You couldn’t have that conversation, not with him and not right now. So without asking

Him again you walked to the door and opened it, which he surprisingly took as get out. 

He didn’t say anything as he walked out and neither did you. It had been four days and you couldn’t really comprehend why now? Why did he have to tell you about it now?

“What do you want to do?” You looked over at Nicole and shrugged.

“In a perfect world I would jump into

His arms and we would be together and Ava…”

“You don’t think he’d love

Her to death? Y/n, he adores his sisters,

He loves his god daughter. He’s good with kids.” 

“She would be a constant in his life

Though, unlike his god daughter he wouldn’t be able to give her back. He would be with her if he wanted to be with me. We’re a packaged deal now.” You grabbed onto Ava’s foot lightly as she slowly opened her eyes from her nap. Looking up at you with big brown eyes she whined a bit meaning she was hungry. You smiled down at her and picked her up, grabbing the nursing blanket from the top of the stroller, adjusting it over your shoulder so you could breast feed. You shhh’d Ava as she whined before she started to feed.

“You’re good with her you know, not

Just because you have to be but being a mother comes Naturally to you, at least that’s what it seems like.” You shrugged a bit.

“I didn’t really have a choice, I made a stupid decision and got this amazing girl in my life.” Nicole smiled at you but glanced down at your phone which lit up. On the screen read:

Tyler. You sighed and stared at it. 

“You want me to answer it?” You nodded.

“Just tell him I’m busy with Ava.” Nicole Picked up the phone and let out a “y/n’s phone, this is Nicole how can I help You?” You watched as she let out a hmmm.

“She’s feeding Ava right now, Tyler. I’ll let Her know You called.” She rolled her eyes.

“Geezus Tyler, she literally has her child stuck to Her boob right now I’ll let her know you called.” You giggled and watched as she hung up The phone.

“He’s persistent, I’ll tell You that.” You nodded.

“Always has been.” A comfortable silence fell around you two as you say at the picnic table outside your apartment complex.

“So I know we’ve briefly talked about this, but like...you have any idea who the father is?” You sighed, it was an ongoing question between everyone who knew about you.

“No, I can’t remember anything from that night. I remember getting piss drunk at Tyler’s party, I remember playing beer pong with him and Freddie and Brett and then I turned around and he was making out with the cute blonde. After that I remember just taking shot after shot and waking up in Tyler's guest bedroom .” You did some things you weren’t proud of that night was one of them. But waking up in Tyler’s guest bedroom wasn’t rare, you would usually stay there after the party was over because you were too drunk to drive.

You would go get breakfast with him the next morning and then head out. However that morning you remembered waking up with no clothes on, no sign of any one else being in the room and your clothes at the foot of the bed. You remember jumping into the shower and then heading downstairs where you saw Tyler saying bye to the same blonde he was with the night before. 

You didn’t feel up to having breakfast with him and you remembered as you told him he acted weird, saying it was okay because he had other things to do anyways and that was it.

“I just feel like most people would leave a note or something. And you swear you used protection?” You gave your best friend a pointed look as you shifted yourself back into your shirt and removed the blanket, placing  Ava over your shoulder to burp her.

“I’m positive.” You felt bad not for yourself because one day you’d have to tell Ava why she didn’t have a father. 

“Well, At Least we got this cute little one here. You ready to head back?” You nodded as you stood up with her and Nicole grabbed the stroller. 

There was too much to think about right, but as you heard Ava burp a bit and you put her back in the stroller, her soft eyes looking up at you like you were her world you somehow felt at ease. 

X-x

You had just gotten home from work, unlocking the door it was quiet in the apartment. Ava was with your mom and wouldn’t be back for another hour. 

The 24 hour animal hospital you worked at you only worked three days out of the week but long shifts which made it both exhausting and easy to have your mom watch Ava on days you were at work. 

You threw your purse on the couch and slipped out of your shoes getting ready to take a quick shower and start dinner when there was a knock on your door. You glanced at the clock above the stove that read 6:30, you could’ve sworn your mom was going to bring her by around 7:30.

Walking over to the door you opened it and immediately regretted not looking through the peep hole.

“We need to talk.” You groaned as Tyler stood in your door way.

“Y/n, please we need to talk about this.” You were trapped, now would be the perfect time considering Ava wasn’t here but you were also exhausted from work.

“Tyler, I’m exhausted.”

“So am I but here we are and we’re going to deal with this.” Without waiting for an invitation be pushed past you.

“Sure come on in.” He stood in the middle of your living room tattooed arms crossed and a narrow glare on you. He looked pissed kind of how he looked after they lost a game.

“I told you I loved you. And you shut me out.” You glared back at him.

“I needed time, Tyler. You haven't talked to me for months and then you decide to show up on my doorstep one day and drop this bomb on me?” He went to speak but you cut him off.

“I know you’re used to getting what you want, I know you’re spoiled in ways I could never imagine Tyler. Attention always has to be on you, but you couldn’t even take the time out of your day to come see me when I had her. Not even a phone call and then all summer you’re on Instagram and ignoring my calls? You don’t owe me Anything but fuck Tyler we were best friends. And then you expect me to believe that you loved me?” You were on edge and you knew it, you were exhausted but all this word vomit had no barriers at this point. 

“I was your fucking best friend and you just left, Tyler. I didn’t ask anything of you, I didn’t ask for money I didn’t ask you to be at the baby shower, I didn’t ask for you to plan anything. I didn’t even ask for you to be there for me but I figured as much as you claimed you cared about me you’d want to be there for me. For fucks sake, Jamie and Katie came to see me the week after she was born. Ben, Ben Bishop? You know your goalie? He’s called me

More times then you have, face timed me even to see her. And where were you? Living your best fucking life in Mexico with some cute blondes.” You could feel the tears now streaming down your face and you watched as Tyler’s face softened at your hurt expression. 

“I would like to think we became more than party friends, we’d have lunch, we’d have breakfast we’d go shopping for shit together, I’ve hung out with your sisters and your mom for the holidays. I thought we were closer than that…” you trailed off as you let out a sad laugh.

“I really needed you Tyler, and you were just gone.” You let out a shaky breath and looked up at him. He was chewing on his bottom lip and his eyes were rimmed red, he ran a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was nervous. 

“I fucked up y/n. I fucked up big time, I realized I had started having feelings for you, but you were the first girl I had formed a solid friendship with. It was easy with you, bringing you around my family, walking the dogs, watching movies, you didn’t want anything from me but my company, my friendship. You had your own money, your own job so I knew that wasn’t the reason you stuck around. We had fun together, we were actual friends.” You wiped your face as more tears surfaced and you watched him pace your living room floor.

 “And then the parties would happen and all I would want to do is spend time with you but I watched you with the other guys, and I realized it was better to not ruin what we had. So I buried them all, and then you showed up to my house in tears talking about how you were pregnant and you didn’t know what you were going to do and you didn’t know who the father was and I swear y/n, I was so mad. I was mad at

You, mad at myself. And I suck at words so I didn’t know how to comfort you, I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t be dissapointed but I felt my heart shatter y/n.” You could feel yourself get angry because how dare he? But you watched as he took in a shaky breath and continue.

“And then I realized how different it was going to be, there would be no more parties for

You. No more Drinking, you’d be having morning sickness and getting bigger and you wouldn’t be able to fly out to see my family anymore. I was...I was selfish because I realized I was going to lose my best friend and I fucked up with assuming  that but I’m also not that smart, hockey player remember?” You continued to watch him.

“So I distanced myself figure if you’d be mad at me it would be easier to let you go. I knew your due date, always had, I had written it down the first time you told me it and when that day happened I couldn’t bring myself to go see you. I didn’t want to admit or give you up. And then Jamie and Katie came to see you and then Ben and they had showed me pictures and I could feel myself ache because it had been so long since I had talked to you, but I figured you’d be too upset with me. So I took off for the summer I went to Cabo except you kept calling me and every time I tried to answer, I didn’t know what to say.”

“You’re a selfish dick Tyler seguin.” He shrugged and looked down at his shoes.

“That’s what the media says.” You glared at him.

“So then why did you come here the other day?”

“Jamie, mentioned that he had seen you again and that I needed to grow a pair and talk to you because even if you didn’t love me back, you’re still my

Best friend and I should be there to support you. All stuff I knew in the back of my mind but like I said...I was being selfish.” He waited for you to say something, Anything but you were still stunned, unsure of where this put you. You realized your guys friendship had shifted and you didn’t think he understood what dating you meant. 

“ Tyler,”

“She’s mine.” You froze at his words. Your blood running cold, there’s no way.

“Ava is mine, y/n.” You shook your head.

“No, there’s no way she’s-“ 

“She’s mine because I woke up that morning and left the room, naked, y/n.” The breath leaving your chest.

“No, we used a condom there was one in the trash can.” Tyler shook his head.

“We used a condom and went at it more than once.” You could feel the tears now, there’s no way you would’ve remembered.

“I don’t remember much but waking up naked and turning and seeing you fast asleep

In the bed next to me.” You literally leaned against the kitchen counter closing your eyes.

“Tyler, there’s no way. You’ve kept this secret?!” That means this whole

Team he should’ve been there for you during the pregnancy. He should’ve helped you.

“I didn’t realize it, until that summer. I thought it was from another hook up you had. We both hooked up a lot but never did I think it would be from that hook up, but I did the math y/n. Ava is mine.” Automatically you wanted a dna test.

“I want a test.” Tyler nodded and you watched as he ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck. He was nervous and low key freaking out.

“I told you I fucked up. I should’ve been there, I should’ve. But I wasn’t and I missed out on so much and I feel like shit and I fucked up. I’m so sorry.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“That’s why you wanted to see her the other day, you already knew.” He didn’t say anything.

“Tyler-I can’t. This is too much-“ you could feel the tears and the weight of all of this. This was too fucking much, your hormones still all out of whack from having a baby and all the vitamins and lack of sleep and you couldn’t handle it.

“She’s mine, y/n. I’m sorry but she is.” You glared you at him.

“She May be yours, Tyler. But you knew, you knew for so long-“

“I want to make this right y/n. I want to see her.” You shook your head.

“No.”

“Y/n.” 

“No, I can’t. I’m not ready for that.” Tyler didn't say anything instead he just looked over at the pictures on your wall.

“I deserve to meet her, y/n.” You felt the anger rise up and the way you gripped the edge of the counter. 

“You knew for how long?! And you decided to wait because you were selfish Tyler!” He shook

His head.

“I understand I fucked up, I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry and nothing I can do or say will fix that but she’s mine and I deserve to meet her.”

You took a moment and looked up at Him.

“You’re not ready to be a father, Tyler.” The look of hurt that washed across his face made you want to take the words back but you knew it was too late, things were about to get messy and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“He said he loved you?” You took a sip of your Jamba Juice and nodded looking up at your best friend. 

“Did you say anything back?” You sighed and looked over at the sleeping baby in the stroller.

“No, Nicole I did not. Because I was taken off guard and couldn’t wrap my

Head around the fact that he had said it.” Nicole gave you a look.

“But literally this has been what you’ve been-“ 

“Yeah that was before Ava.” You had a daughter to think about how and you two were starting to get into a schedule, a routine and you weren’t ready for someone to come in and mess it up or disrupt it even if it was the guy you had been in love with for At Least a year. 

“You don’t think he’d be there for her?” You shook her head.

“I think he’s not ready to have that responsibility, I think he’s still has to grow up and live his life.” 

“Plus he said he loved me, past tense.” You shrugged.

“He left or well I told him he had to leave because I couldn’t have that conversation. I wasn’t ready.” Nicole took a sip of her drink.

“Has he tried to call you?” You nodded your head.

“every day… it’s been four days. I’ve literally ignored him. I don’t know what to do.” You weren’t lying. After he had told you he loved you, you were speechless and as he tried to explain you couldn’t wrap your head around anything so you asked

Him to leave which he of course fought you on. However, Tyler was persistence, he always got what he wanted but not with this, not with you and Ava. You couldn’t have that conversation, not with him and not right now. So without asking

Him again you walked to the door and opened it, which he surprisingly took as get out. 

He didn’t say anything as he walked out and neither did you. It had been four days and you couldn’t really comprehend why now? Why did he have to tell you about it now?

“What do you want to do?” You looked over at Nicole and shrugged.

“In a perfect world I would jump into

His arms and we would be together and Ava…”

“You don’t think he’d love

Her to death? Y/n, he adores his sisters,

He loves his god daughter. He’s good with kids.” 

“She would be a constant in his life

Though, unlike his god daughter he wouldn’t be able to give her back. He would be with her if he wanted to be with me. We’re a packaged deal now.” You grabbed onto Ava’s foot lightly as she slowly opened her eyes from her nap. Looking up at you with big brown eyes she whined a bit meaning she was hungry. You smiled down at her and picked her up, grabbing the nursing blanket from the top of the stroller, adjusting it over your shoulder so you could breast feed. You shhh’d Ava as she whined before she started to feed.

“You’re good with her you know, not

Just because you have to be but being a mother comes Naturally to you, at least that’s what it seems like.” You shrugged a bit.

“I didn’t really have a choice, I made a stupid decision and got this amazing girl in my life.” Nicole smiled at you but glanced down at your phone which lit up. On the screen read:

Tyler. You sighed and stared at it. 

“You want me to answer it?” You nodded.

“Just tell him I’m busy with Ava.” Nicole Picked up the phone and let out a “y/n’s phone, this is Nicole how can I help You?” You watched as she let out a hmmm.

“She’s feeding Ava right now, Tyler. I’ll let Her know You called.” She rolled her eyes.

“Geezus Tyler, she literally has her child stuck to Her boob right now I’ll let her know you called.” You giggled and watched as she hung up The phone.

“He’s persistent, I’ll tell You that.” You nodded.

“Always has been.” A comfortable silence fell around you two as you say at the picnic table outside your apartment complex.

“So I know we’ve briefly talked about this, but like...you have any idea who the father is?” You sighed, it was an ongoing question between everyone who knew about you.

“No, I can’t remember anything from that night. I remember getting piss drunk at Tyler’s party, I remember playing beer pong with him and Freddie and Brett and then I turned around and he was making out with the cute blonde. After that I remember just taking shot after shot and waking up in Tyler's guest bedroom .” You did some things you weren’t proud of that night was one of them. But waking up in Tyler’s guest bedroom wasn’t rare, you would usually stay there after the party was over because you were too drunk to drive.

You would go get breakfast with him the next morning and then head out. However that morning you remembered waking up with no clothes on, no sign of any one else being in the room and your clothes at the foot of the bed. You remember jumping into the shower and then heading downstairs where you saw Tyler saying bye to the same blonde he was with the night before. 

You didn’t feel up to having breakfast with him and you remembered as you told him he acted weird, saying it was okay because he had other things to do anyways and that was it.

“I just feel like most people would leave a note or something. And you swear you used protection?” You gave your best friend a pointed look as you shifted yourself back into your shirt and removed the blanket, placing  Ava over your shoulder to burp her.

“I’m positive.” You felt bad not for yourself because one day you’d have to tell Ava why she didn’t have a father. 

“Well, At Least we got this cute little one here. You ready to head back?” You nodded as you stood up with her and Nicole grabbed the stroller. 

There was too much to think about right, but as you heard Ava burp a bit and you put her back in the stroller, her soft eyes looking up at you like you were her world you somehow felt at ease. 

X-x

You had just gotten home from work, unlocking the door it was quiet in the apartment. Ava was with your mom and wouldn’t be back for another hour. 

The 24 hour animal hospital you worked at you only worked three days out of the week but long shifts which made it both exhausting and easy to have your mom watch Ava on days you were at work. 

You threw your purse on the couch and slipped out of your shoes getting ready to take a quick shower and start dinner when there was a knock on your door. You glanced at the clock above the stove that read 6:30, you could’ve sworn your mom was going to bring her by around 7:30.

Walking over to the door you opened it and immediately regretted not looking through the peep hole.

“We need to talk.” You groaned as Tyler stood in your door way.

“Y/n, please we need to talk about this.” You were trapped, now would be the perfect time considering Ava wasn’t here but you were also exhausted from work.

“Tyler, I’m exhausted.”

“So am I but here we are and we’re going to deal with this.” Without waiting for an invitation be pushed past you.

“Sure come on in.” He stood in the middle of your living room tattooed arms crossed and a narrow glare on you. He looked pissed kind of how he looked after they lost a game.

“I told you I loved you. And you shut me out.” You glared back at him.

“I needed time, Tyler. You haven't talked to me for months and then you decide to show up on my doorstep one day and drop this bomb on me?” He went to speak but you cut him off.

“I know you’re used to getting what you want, I know you’re spoiled in ways I could never imagine Tyler. Attention always has to be on you, but you couldn’t even take the time out of your day to come see me when I had her. Not even a phone call and then all summer you’re on Instagram and ignoring my calls? You don’t owe me Anything but fuck Tyler we were best friends. And then you expect me to believe that you loved me?” You were on edge and you knew it, you were exhausted but all this word vomit had no barriers at this point. 

“I was your fucking best friend and you just left, Tyler. I didn’t ask anything of you, I didn’t ask for money I didn’t ask you to be at the baby shower, I didn’t ask for you to plan anything. I didn’t even ask for you to be there for me but I figured as much as you claimed you cared about me you’d want to be there for me. For fucks sake, Jamie and Katie came to see me the week after she was born. Ben, Ben Bishop? You know your goalie? He’s called me

More times then you have, face timed me even to see her. And where were you? Living your best fucking life in Mexico with some cute blondes.” You could feel the tears now streaming down your face and you watched as Tyler’s face softened at your hurt expression. 

“I would like to think we became more than party friends, we’d have lunch, we’d have breakfast we’d go shopping for shit together, I’ve hung out with your sisters and your mom for the holidays. I thought we were closer than that…” you trailed off as you let out a sad laugh.

“I really needed you Tyler, and you were just gone.” You let out a shaky breath and looked up at him. He was chewing on his bottom lip and his eyes were rimmed red, he ran a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was nervous. 

“I fucked up y/n. I fucked up big time, I realized I had started having feelings for you, but you were the first girl I had formed a solid friendship with. It was easy with you, bringing you around my family, walking the dogs, watching movies, you didn’t want anything from me but my company, my friendship. You had your own money, your own job so I knew that wasn’t the reason you stuck around. We had fun together, we were actual friends.” You wiped your face as more tears surfaced and you watched him pace your living room floor.

 “And then the parties would happen and all I would want to do is spend time with you but I watched you with the other guys, and I realized it was better to not ruin what we had. So I buried them all, and then you showed up to my house in tears talking about how you were pregnant and you didn’t know what you were going to do and you didn’t know who the father was and I swear y/n, I was so mad. I was mad at

You, mad at myself. And I suck at words so I didn’t know how to comfort you, I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t be dissapointed but I felt my heart shatter y/n.” You could feel yourself get angry because how dare he? But you watched as he took in a shaky breath and continue.

“And then I realized how different it was going to be, there would be no more parties for

You. No more Drinking, you’d be having morning sickness and getting bigger and you wouldn’t be able to fly out to see my family anymore. I was...I was selfish because I realized I was going to lose my best friend and I fucked up with assuming  that but I’m also not that smart, hockey player remember?” You continued to watch him.

“So I distanced myself figure if you’d be mad at me it would be easier to let you go. I knew your due date, always had, I had written it down the first time you told me it and when that day happened I couldn’t bring myself to go see you. I didn’t want to admit or give you up. And then Jamie and Katie came to see you and then Ben and they had showed me pictures and I could feel myself ache because it had been so long since I had talked to you, but I figured you’d be too upset with me. So I took off for the summer I went to Cabo except you kept calling me and every time I tried to answer, I didn’t know what to say.”

“You’re a selfish dick Tyler seguin.” He shrugged and looked down at his shoes.

“That’s what the media says.” You glared at him.

“So then why did you come here the other day?”

“Jamie, mentioned that he had seen you again and that I needed to grow a pair and talk to you because even if you didn’t love me back, you’re still my

Best friend and I should be there to support you. All stuff I knew in the back of my mind but like I said...I was being selfish.” He waited for you to say something, Anything but you were still stunned, unsure of where this put you. You realized your guys friendship had shifted and you didn’t think he understood what dating you meant. 

“ Tyler,”

“She’s mine.” You froze at his words. Your blood running cold, there’s no way.

“Ava is mine, y/n.” You shook your head.

“No, there’s no way she’s-“ 

“She’s mine because I woke up that morning and left the room, naked, y/n.” The breath leaving your chest.

“No, we used a condom there was one in the trash can.” Tyler shook his head.

“We used a condom and went at it more than once.” You could feel the tears now, there’s no way you would’ve remembered.

“I don’t remember much but waking up naked and turning and seeing you fast asleep

In the bed next to me.” You literally leaned against the kitchen counter closing your eyes.

“Tyler, there’s no way. You’ve kept this secret?!” That means this whole

Team he should’ve been there for you during the pregnancy. He should’ve helped you.

“I didn’t realize it, until that summer. I thought it was from another hook up you had. We both hooked up a lot but never did I think it would be from that hook up, but I did the math y/n. Ava is mine.” Automatically you wanted a dna test.

“I want a test.” Tyler nodded and you watched as he ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck. He was nervous and low key freaking out.

“I told you I fucked up. I should’ve been there, I should’ve. But I wasn’t and I missed out on so much and I feel like shit and I fucked up. I’m so sorry.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“That’s why you wanted to see her the other day, you already knew.” He didn’t say anything.

“Tyler-I can’t. This is too much-“ you could feel the tears and the weight of all of this. This was too fucking much, your hormones still all out of whack from having a baby and all the vitamins and lack of sleep and you couldn’t handle it.

“She’s mine, y/n. I’m sorry but she is.” You glared you at him.

“She May be yours, Tyler. But you knew, you knew for so long-“

“I want to make this right y/n. I want to see her.” You shook your head.

“No.”

“Y/n.” 

“No, I can’t. I’m not ready for that.” Tyler didn't say anything instead he just looked over at the pictures on your wall.

“I deserve to meet her, y/n.” You felt the anger rise up and the way you gripped the edge of the counter. 

“You knew for how long?! And you decided to wait because you were selfish Tyler!” He shook

His head.

“I understand I fucked up, I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry and nothing I can do or say will fix that but she’s mine and I deserve to meet her.”

You took a moment and looked up at Him.

“You’re not ready to be a father, Tyler.” The look of hurt that washed across his face made you want to take the words back but you knew it was too late, things were about to get messy and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

holiday party

summary: you may not be the average size of the typical girl a professional athlete might want, but you’re exactly Brett’s type.

warnings: plus-size reader, mentions of self-image problems, swearing

word count: 2.7k

requests are open!

Right now, you were seriously regretting the outfit you were currently wearing, but the mirror you were critiquing you appeared in. In the store, you seemed to have all the confidence in the world. The fabric of the dress was just a tad bit too tight around your waist, showing off the stomach you desperately tried to hide on a daily basis. 

Growing up, you had always been on the heavier side of the scale. No one ever said anything to you directly about it, but sometimes, you could still hear the girls at your old high school making comments about you as you walked past, ones clearly not meant for you to hear. You were short, with thicker arms and thighs and definitely a softer stomach that protruded outwards. Usually, you wore jeans and sweaters that covered anything you didn't want anyone to see, but the dress you were currently poking and pulling at was completely different.

When you had bought it at the store, your friend had been with you. She, of course, cheered you on and spurred you to buy the dress, claiming you could use it for a night just like this one. 

You were supposed to be accompanying your best friend Brett to a holiday party, one that was a little fancier since, as his teammate Ryan so eloquently put it, ‘we’re fucking adults, we’re going to drink wine and listen to holiday music and mingle’ when he invited you after one of their games. 

A knock on your bedroom door brought you back to reality just enough to call out a soft ‘come in’ but you were still absentminded enough to continue to pull at the fabric, trying to make it less—you weren't even sure what you were trying to accomplish, but you just wanted to look different. That was always your problem, wanting to change your appearance. 

“What’re you doing?” The familiar voice belonging to Brett sounded from your doorway, and you spun so quickly, like a kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, that you almost stumbled over your own two feet. He was leaning against your doorframe, and amused smile on his attractive face. You gave yourself a second to take in his appearance, mostly because you weren't sure how to respond to his innocent question. 

He was wearing a pair of dress pants and shoes, with a nice, white, button up. The top couple of buttons were undone, and his hair was styled the way he usually had it when he was dressing up. The outfit was so simple yet so attractive, it was easy to see how you fell for him as quickly as you did. Not to mention, he was incredibly kindhearted and hilarious when the time was right. 

But then you remembered where you were headed—a holiday party for adults, and adults bring their significant others to these type of events. You were headed out to go mingle with a bunch of hockey players and their probably drop dead gorgeous wives and girlfriends, while you arrived with Brett as a friend looking the way you did. 

Friends. That’s all you ever would be to him. While you were pining away, stuck in your small apartment, he was free to travel across the country and be with whoever he chose. And it didn't matter that in the two years you had known Brett that he had never brought a girlfriend around to meet you, you were just waiting for the inevitable day when he looked at someone else the way you looked at him. 

Brett called your name out, softly, when you took too long to respond. Your brows were furrowed from your time spent in deep thought and your whole body was tense. You knew that, from the sheer amount of time you spent together—as just friends—he was able to tell something was up with you. So, instead of giving him a chance to question you about it, you turned away from him and back to the mirror. 

“I think I might change to a different dress.” You stated, unable to meet his gaze through he mirror no matter how much you wanted to. It was hard enough to think so poorly of yourself when you were alone, and now that you had an audience the thoughts that kept stumbling into your head felt stifling. But you if had glanced up, even if only for a fraction of a second, you would’ve seen the look of utter confusion on Brett’s face. 

“That one looks really good on you, though.” He tried to reason and all you could manage was a bitter laugh. How could he not see just what you were looking at in the mirror? That nothing about how the dress fell across your stomach looked really good? He was sugar coating it, surely, taking his job as best friend seriously. He was supposed to tell you that you looked good.

“It’s just... I don't know.” You struggled to find the words, hoping he would pick up on your insecurity and leave so you could change into something looser. Apparently, he wasn't as skilled at reading you as you had thought, because he was stepping further into the room and to your closet, grabbing the heels he knew you’d want to wear. They were your comfiest pair, and whenever you accompanied Brett to something that required fancy shoes, you’d always pick that pair. 

“We’re running late, anyways, so come on.” Brett told you as he got down on his knees before you, fumbling with the clasp to your heels. You blushed when you realized he was putting on your shoes for you. Now, you were stuck with the stupid dress and you couldn’t help but feel like you were on fire when his fingers brushed against your ankles while he worked. 

“You didn't have to do that.” You mumbled, embarrassed, once Brett was standing again. To avoid his gaze, you walked out of your room, leaving him trailing behind you in search of your coat. He saw it first, snatching it off the back of your kitchen chair while grabbing his own. 

“Yeah, but it was faster.” He replied as you followed him out the door, making sure to lock it behind you. You tried not to think about how domestic it felt to have him help you get ready, and you definitely avoided wondering about how much it felt like you were heading to this holiday party as his date, not just a friend.

On the ride over, you tried to keep the conversation flowing easily with Brett. but was hard, since your mind kept trailing back to worrying about how you looked and your fingers kept tugging at the dress, as if that would make it looser. Brett seemed to notice your actions, and he finally confronted you about it when you were in the elevator up to Ryan Strome’s apartment where the party was being held. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” He questioned, and your head snapped to him, brows furrowed as you hadn’t been really paying attention to anything around you. “Pulling at your dress, I mean.” After he elaborated, you could feel your face heat up and the elevator was suddenly taking too long to each its destination. 

“I don’t know.” You replied shortly, unable to meet his gaze. Deep down, you knew he hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable, that the question came from genuine curiosity instead of malice, but it affected you as if it had. You knew Brett wasn’t blind, and he clearly must have seen just what set you apart from other women, so you assumed that he would be able to pick up on the fact that you felt unattractive in the dress. Was he just toying with you?

The door dinged open, and the faint sound of Christmas music could be heard from Ryan’s apartment, which you hurried to. Brett was easily able to catch up to you by the time you were knocking, and you made it a point ignore his curious look, questioning just what he had done wrong to invoke your annoyance. 

“Then why’d you buy it?” He continued to ask, which only managed to frustrate you further. Right now, you needed to put some space between yourself and Brett to clear your head. You knew you were being irrational, and it wasn’t fair to Brett, but you couldn't help the negative thoughts that were plaguing your mind.

“I don't know, okay?” You snapped at the same time Ryan opened the door. Poor Strome, who had been in the process of being a good host, got caught in the crossfire of your attitude. He looked like a deer caught in headlights and he looked between you and Brett. He had never seen the two of you arguing, no one had, because you both were pretty good about telling each other what was up before a fight could ensue, but you had been bottling these feelings up for so long and Brett just didn't notice. 

Before either teammate could say anything, you were brushing past Ryan and entering the party. When the crowd inside saw you, they cheered and you plastered on your fakest smile you could muster. Chris offered you a glass of wine, and you very readily took it. A glance to the door out of the corner of your eye told you Ryan was pestering Brett for answers on what had you in such a sour mood, and neither were doing a very good job at hiding the fact that they were talking about you. Ryan pointed his thumb over his shoulder, loosely gesturing to you and Brett was staring directly at you, watching your every movement. 

That only worked your confidence, having his eyes on you, searching for something wrong. 

It was going to be a long night.

Half an hour had passed since your arrival and you hadn't spoken directly to Brett yet. Not for lack of trying on his part, though. He’d make comments on stories you were telling the group, and you’d only nod, not meeting his eyes and taking a sip of your drink to help swallow the lump that’d form in your throat.

“Spill. What’s gotten into you?” Gracia, Brady’s girlfriend, questioned you as she, Marc’s wife Lindsay, and Ryan’s wife Sydney cornered you in the kitchen while the rest of the party continued in the living room. 

“Nothing?” You lied. As much as you loved the girls, no part of you wanted to confess to the group of knockouts that you felt insignificant compared to them. Especially since they were nothing but kind to you ever, Lindsay even acting as your second mom when you missed home too much. 

“Bullshit!” Sydney called, a grin on her face and wine clasped in her hand. She was tipsy, you all were, and the slight level of drunkenness seemed to remove everyone’s filters. “You’re ignoring Brett, so what’d he do?” Her question felt so loaded, because in reality, he hadn't done anything. You and your irrational overthinking had you ignoring him for no good reason. 

“Brett looks like a lost puppy without you out there. It’s sad, really. Marc thinks you rejected him.” Lindsay spoke, and you weren’t sure she even knew what she chose to end on, because your eyes were bugging out of your head.

“Reject him?” You stammered, gripping your cup tighter. “No, what—”

“Exactly! I told him you wouldn’t reject him because you’re like, in love with him.”

“Lindsay, what?” Your face was on fire and all three women were grinning at you, like they hadn't just announced to whoever could overhear them the one fact of life you tried so hard to hide. 

“So what’d Brett do, huh?” Gracia teased, excited to hear some drama. She knew that whatever likely transpired between the two of you was something you would be able to get over, together, because you and Brett knew each other so well. 

“He didn’t do anything—”

“You’ve been like, really distant tonight, though.” Sydney cut you off. “Ryan said you snapped at Brett when he answered the door.” Your face flushed at this, and you weren't sure how much more you could handle. The girls continued to pester you, trying to uncover what happened before you got to the holiday party.

“It’s this fucking dress!” You caved, practically shouting as you felt the lump start to form in your throat. The girls stopped their questions, but the gates were already open. “I feel so fucking ugly in it, especially compared to you guys. Like, I know it’s important to love oneself, but it’s hard, you know?” Lindsay called your name softly, but you ignored her, too caught up in your ranting with your gaze trained on the floor to notice her looking at something—someone—behind you. “And Brett didn’t do anything tonight. He was incredibly sweet and caring and you're right, I do love him, but he’ll never see me as anything more than the best friend. I guess I just got annoyed at him for not realizing—”

This time, you cut yourself off when you felt a hand on your arm. The hand, quickly spun you around and you found yourself face to face with Brett. Your sight was blurry from the tears that had built up during your rant, but you could still see the look of pure seriousness on his face. You barely register the girls excusing themselves, leaving you and Brett alone in the kitchen. 

You wanted to follow them, to run away and hide. Brett had just heard you say everything you had spent so much time and energy keeping from him, from you image issues to literally confessing your love for him. He should be running away, never wanting to see your face again. 

But instead, he just stood in front of you, studying your face as if it was the first and last time he’d ever see it and he needed to memorize every detail. You wanted to step back, put some distance between you and him but the look in his eyes made it impossible for you to move. 

“Do you really think that about yourself?” Brett’s voice was quiet, as if he didn't want to break the stillness of the room. You hadn't anticipated that being his first question. You had figured that he was trying to find a way to let you down gently. 

“Um, yeah?” It felt uncomfortable to say that to him because judging by the look in his eyes, you could’ve sworn he was in love with you. The way you could see the heartbreak in eyes made you want to take back your words.

“You shouldn’t.” Brett simply said and it took everything in you to not roll your eyes. To deflect his comments of assurance. A tugging sensation in the pit of your stomach told you to listen to him, to hear him out. As if he could hear the debate going on in your head, he grabbed your hands. “And you have to listen to me, because I love you, too.”

You felt your heart stop in your chest. You wondered for a moment if this was a dream, but Brett squeezing your hands in his brought you back to reality. Your eyes must have widened comically, because Brett was chuckling. Before you knew it, he was leaning forward to brush his lips on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, relishing in the feeling. Of course, Brett had kissed your forehead before, but the action felt so much more heavenly since he had just confessed his love for you. 

“When we go home tonight, we can talk about what I heard, yeah?” Brett started and you nodded, still in a state of shock to really understand what he was saying. The adoring look in his eyes and the fact that you just knew him so well leading you to trust whatever he had in mind. “Right now, I just want to show my gorgeous girlfriend off to everyone out there.”

Now you were positively beaming. You were on cloud nine, he just called you his girlfriend. This was not the way you had planned on this night ending, but that was perfectly fine with you. All you could manage out was a simple, one word response, having finally found your voice. But it was enough to have Brett dropping another kiss to your hairline. 

“Okay.”

Devenford Prep Part 35

A/N: Back by somewhat popular demand I give you an update for my Brett Talbot Devenford Prep series. I will say that depending on the amount of people who read this will potentially determine if I update again. Like I have said before I’m trying to close this fic up. Is this a perfect update? By all means no! Are there errors? Probably a lot of them. Are the tenses everywhere...you betcha. Was it fun to dive back into this world? Hell yeah! Please send me messages about what you think!

Parts 1-34

Face claims for characters other than Y/N

“A dead pool?” Erika practically shouts as she sits down at her desk. “Like an actual list someone threw together and is willing to give money to assassins to kill you and other freaky people?” 

“Freaky people?” You scratch your head.

“And you’re worth how much?” She bolts her head up making her curls shake. Her eyes go wide.

“I already told you, $900,000,” You whisper through your teeth and close your eyes. “This really was a bad time to tell you, we’re about to take a test and all you’ll be thinking about is what I’ve been thinking about since last night.”

“I’m sure you were thinking about something else last night.”

“Excuse me?” You glare at her.

“But now I have to worry about you and Liam being potentially killed!” She raises her voice.

“What was that Erika?” The teacher asks walking to the front of the classroom with a stack of freshly printed tests. You could still smell the ink and heat of the paper.

“Nothing, it’s apart of this thing,” She starts to improv. “This thing…”

“This thing?” The teacher asks. “Does it have anything relevance to the test the class is about to take?”

“Halloween!” You shout. “It’s about Halloween, this thing…sorry for talking so loudly.”

“Y/N,” The teacher starts. “These conversations are for before or after class.”

“You’re completely right.” You nod.

The teacher passes the tests out and you stare blankly at the first page. Your eyes skim over the questions and start filling in answers as best as possible. You glance over at your finger tips every few seconds feeling the anxiety at the base of your wrist waiting to spring out your claws.

This made you curious about how Brett of all people had the time to study during the life he was living. Brett was able to maintain his muscly physique, be the captain of the lacrosse team, make out with Samatha, while flirting with all the girl in school and also had the time to pester you. Most of all he was a werewolf with werewolf parents and pack meetings. And now there was you. Had his grades fallen because of you?

We’ve got this, you hear Brett’s voice in your head, You’ll always have me. A smile spreads across your lips and you catch Erika shaking her head at you in your peripherals.

After class you rush out into the hallway. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Erika shouts shoving through people in the hallway. “You’re going to admit this and you’re going to admit this now. I need to know everything.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You says turning around. Erika stops beside you and breaths in deeply.

“I’m your best friend, I’m supposed to be the first person to know,” She says. “Who knows who you like and I’m not stupid Y/N, and me and Liam need a double date to this damn dance.”

“What?” You shout. 

“I saw you in class, you were thinking about him,” Erika says and winks. “That smile in class wasn't just a I’m happy smile, it was a I’m in love smile. It was an I’m in love with…smile.”

“I was just smiling,” You says griping the strap of your backpack. “I’m really sure Liam would love to double date with us…with Brett and who ever he takes.”

“You, he’s taking you,” Erika says. “Like who the hell else would he take Samantha is with his cousin now right?”

“That’s not Brett’s cousin,” You inform and chuckle. “Killian, the dark hair guy is in Brett’s pack.”

“Oh I should have connected the dots.”

“Who are you in love with Y/N?” Brett walks past a few peers with a furrowed brows.

“Both of you guys frustrate me,” Erika turns to Brett. “Brett it’s more than when you used to annoy the hell out of her and I would have to listen to her complain about it.”

Brett cranks his head back in confusion.

“I didn’t even realize how much you actually talk until last week,” Brett blurts out. “Erika you talk a lot and you’re really loud. And confusing.”

“Brett!” You turn your head and flash your wolf eyes at him. He rolls his eyes.

“You did not just…” He flashes his eyes at you and playfully shoves you.

“I saw that!” Erika shouts.

“You’ve got be quiet.” Brett says dropping his happy expression. He pinches the bride of his nose.

“And you’ve got to be a bit nicer,” You start to walk away from Brett and Erika. Erika trails behind you and makes it to your side. “Come on defend yourself against tall stuff over there because if you’re so keen with whatever you want us to do or become, you’re going to have to get used to that over there.”

“I’m used to him.”

“You’re used to one side of him, Talbot is a very confusing guy.”

“Get used to what?” Brett asks draping an arm across your shoulders. “Also I’m right here, not over there.”

“Yes you are.” You say taking in a deep breath, taking in the scent of his skin. He wasn’t wearing any cologne only a lightly scented deodorant. You take a quick glance as his neck with an urge to press your lips and nose against the delicate skin. Brett meets your eyes as you were turning your head back to the hallway.  

“900,000 huh? Over heard some people talking about a strange conversation you had in class today Y/N,” Brett pauses and shoots a glare at your best friend. “And Erika!”

“Oh yeah,” Erika perks up. “That’s a lot. I’m sorry.”

“Can we not discuss dead pool information at school?” Brett asks. “Who knows who the hell is working for this benefactor guy. I mean a kid from the beacon hills lacrosse team tried to kill you and Liam. His girlfriend also got me good and damn you almost died.”

“Brett!” You elbow him in the side he jumps slightly. “I haven’t even talked to Erika about that yet!”

“Wait you and Liam almost died?” Erika asks stoping her slow pace walk. You can see her face searching for an emotion to portray. Her backpack falls to the floor with her heavy text books producing a loud thud. “When?”

“Several times.” Brett says, like it was casual.

“No wonder you were being so weird around me,” Erika places her hand over her mouth. “And I was such a..”

“I haven’t even told her the amount of time Brett! I don’t want her to freak out.”

“Well babe, it’s time to rip that bandaid off if she’s going to be stuck in this mess with us. And with Liam.”

“Well babe,” You say sliding out from beneath his shoulder. “We aren’t supposed to be discussing these things on campus aren’t we.”

“Aww you called him babe.” Erika says retrieving her smile.

“I’m leaving you both and Brett you can drive yourself to Scott’s tonight after the game! I need some space from you.”

“Hey now!” He shouts down the hallway. “You’ll wear my jersey wont you?”

“What?” You shout with confusion and look at Erika. She was raising her brows up and down over and over again. 

“It’s the last game before the dance,” Brett pulls something out of his backpack and chucks it across the hall. You instantly catch it and hold it up. It was a dark green jersey with Brett’s Lacrosse number on the back of it. You could smell him on it which made your stomach flip. You wanted to press the fabric to your nose and even rub it all over your skin, but of course didn’t. What was about his scent that brought you comfort and made you so nervous at the same time? “You’ll wear it right?”

“Do I have a choice Talbot?” 

“No,” He shouts laughing. Everyone in the hallway was staring. “No choice at all.”

Brett turns around and walks off. Erika snatches the jersey from your hands.

“You know what this means right?” Erika asks examining the fabric.

“It means two friends are going to a lacrosse game tonight?”

“It means two friends are going to a lacrosse game and one of those friends will be cheering on her boyfriend wearing his jersey. It’s like one of those teen movies you always watch.”

“Erika I’m completely confused about how you are supporting something like Brett and I dating.” You grab the jersey back before she held it for too long. You didn’t want her scent on it.

“So you are you two?” She asks.

“No, you would already know. Werewolves don’t date.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Well they aren’t right now. Since someone wants them all dead.”

“That’s not even funny!”

After school you walk upstairs and plop yourself onto your bed. Erika was sensing that you and Brett were something more than just strangers turned friends. But was it true? Did Brett think that way? You could smell the jersey Brett had given to you through the nasty sweaty clothes in your gym bag. You had tossed the jersey into the gym bag in hopes that it wouldn’t distract you for the remainder of the school day. Was your scent affecting Brett like his was affecting you?

You hop off of your bed and pull out the green top. You quickly glance at your bedroom door to make sure it was closed, it was. The fabric was pressed to your nose instantly and you fall down on your bed with a small bounce. You close your eyes and the familiar feeling that you woke up with that night you and Brett had found each other in the woods slithered across your stomach and over your core. You scrunch your body around the jersey and feel your body start to sweat and overheat. 

“Maybe what I am feeling is more than I thought,” You say and stand up. You toss the shirt to your bed. “He wouldn’t ask me to wear his jersey just because we are friends right?”

Your phone buzzes and you pull it out of your bag. My parents will be at the game tonight along with my sister, Brett had text, they are excited to see you. You feel your body shiver and now your eyes were wolfing out. See them there, you respond then toss the phone next to the jersey.

“A cold shower it is,” You walk into your bathroom and turn the water on and step in with your clothes on. You let the cold water run over your hair and down your blazer. The clothes suction to your body. “What the hell?”

You and Erika arrive at the game and approach the bleachers. You could smell the Talbots in the crowd and it made your blood boil and nervous. Erika was looking at her phone texting Liam that she would see him after the game. You stretch your neck out looking for Brett in the crowd on the field and didn’t see him anywhere. You take a deep breath in taking his scent that lingered on the jersey in with it.

“This is such a bad idea,” You say after she presses send. “We shouldn’t even be out here, we should all be inside hiding or making sure we aren’t seen until we find a way to…kill those things.”

“There is no way anything will happen tonight in front of everyone. In fact this is probably the safest place to be,” Erika says and picks the green material of Brett’s Jersey you had layered over a long sleeve black shirt. “You look hot in his jersey. I mean no one at Devenford prep will ever mess with you ever again. He’s claimed you.”

“Ew, if you only knew how even more messed up that sounds with us being werewolves. This isn't some YA novel with a focus of werewolf mates. It doesn’t even work like that. I think.”

“I wasn’t even trying to go there,” Erika makes a disgusted face. “I was just saying that since he likes you no one will be able to make fun of you without answering to Brett.”

“No one will make fun of me without answering to this.” You fling out your claws.

“My boy better be keeping an eye on you.” A man say behind you and Erika interrupting your conversation.

“Mr. Talbot,” You say making an embarrassed expression as you turn around to meet the very tall parents of Brett Talbot. “Mrs. Talbot and Lori. Always nice to see you all again.”

“I hope you’ve been doing a bit better, Y/N,” Mrs. Talbot says with a warm smile. “You’ll have to come by for dinner again. Brett keeps us very informed about everything.”

“And this must be Erika?” Lori asks. “My brother told me all about how you freaked out the other night and how you’re dating one of us.”

“It was very much warranted,” Erika says. “Trust me. I’m not even ashamed about it. In fact I’m sort freaked out that well Brett and Y/N and you guys…”

“When Erika gets nervous,” You begin to say. “She-”

“She talks a lot,” Brett pops out in front of bleachers in only his lower half of his lacrosse uniform. You swallow hard and mouth goes dry after giving him a glance up and down. “Isn’t that right Erika? It’s only fitting that I tell my parents about it.”

“I guess?” Erika asks. “I’m still taking it all in.”

“My son better be keeping an eye on you too, Erika,” Brett’s dad says. You watch as he looks over toward your friend. “I told him anyone that is important to you, Y/N, should be looked after.”

“I…ugh…” Erika was speechless. 

“Brett’s jersey sure looks better on you than on him,” Lorie says lifting her brows. “He also smells so strange right now. Go put a shirt on it’s gross!”

“I have to agree,” Brett says. He approaches you and pulls at the fabric. “Really it does and I like it when you smell like me.”

“Brett!” Mrs. Talbot practically scolds. “Son, don’t.”

“That’s gross.” Lori says again.

“Oh come on Lorie!” Brett shouts. “One day you’ll understand.”

“Well I think Erika and I are going to go find a seat. Good luck with the game Brett,” You awkwardly and playfully punch the tall boy’s bare arm. “I’m sure you’re going to crush it. Mr. and Mrs. Talbot nice talking to you guys and again I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

You push Erika forward toward a section of bleachers that were far away from the Talbots. She looks back at you and you gently pushed her towards a spot. 

“Shouldn’t we sit with the Talbots?” Erika asks. 

“No I can’t I’m honestly losing it in this jersey right now,” You say grabbing a fist full of shirt. “I would be so uncomfortable.”

“What do you mean? It can’t be uncomfortable, it’s a loose fit on you.”

“His scent is driving me crazy,” You finally admit to Erika. “It’s like he’s slept in this shirt everyday for a week or a month. It’s so strong. And I’m burning up. I want to rip it off.”

“He did say he likes you smelling like him,” Erika leans in and takes a sniff. “It’s just weird because I can’t smell anything, but the perfume you’re wearing.”

“I had to take a 30 minute cold shower before I picked you up this afternoon. I practically bathed in perfume hoping it would distract me. Today I shoved it into my gym bag hoping my sweaty clothes would cover it up.”

“You did seem a little on edge today, but I thought it was because of the dead pool.”

“The dead pool isn’t helping. And all I want is to…” Brett meets your eyes across the field. “I just want press my face up against his neck and wrap my arms and legs around him. It��s like I practically want to eat him right now.”

“Whoah, um that’s a lot and very out of character for you,” Erika says cranking her head back. “I didn’t even know you were capable of feelings like that.”

“I’m a teenager!”

“Liam constantly wants to curl up with me and just lay there. He always wants to fall asleep on top of me..”

Brett’s eyes flash bright yellow.

“Oh god he heard me say that and I’m sure his parent’s did too,” You bring your knees up on the seat and you wrap your arms around her legs. “I should just go home. I need a distraction. This night can’t get any worse. The last person in this world who would ever want me is Brett and the last person I should want is Brett.”

“Wolf things,” Erika says grabbing your shoulders. “It’s just a wolf thing. It has to be. It’s making you feel these things.”

“I mean it could be, it’s never been this bad,” You turn your body towards Erika. “I’m finally admitting to you and only you Erika.”

“What exactly are you admitting?”

“I don’t know, but I think what I feel for Brett is more than just friends.”

Before the game starts Brett jogs over towards a bench and pulls on his lacrosse pads and Jersey. He walks over toward the bleachers where you were sitting and ascends up the steps.

“I’m happy you’re wearing my jersey,” He says with a warm smile. “I’m glad about what we have. Regardless of what we want to call it. We don’t have to question what it is.”

Brett approaches you and you start to feel dizzy. He tilts his head and extends a hand to a section of hair that had fallen over your eyes. Gently he places it behind your ear. He really shouldn’t have done that.

“Do you recall when you told me I might be bad luck for your games?” You ask as you stand. “I hope that me wearing your jersey doesn’t give you bad luck tonight.”

“I just said that to you to get you all riled up. You’ll never be bad luck for me,” He says with a wink. “But I need you cheer me on as loudly as you can, scream my name for me babe.”

“Don’t call me babe!” You snapped. “I’ve told you that.”

Brett winks at you and jogs down the steps towards the field.

“I’m going to pass out.” You say. Your legs go weak and you fall back down to your seat.

“Scream his name for him?” Erika says fanning her face with her hand. “This is getting out of hand.”

“The game needs to start and I need to go for a run.”

2019 Fic Recs

To celebrate the end of 2019 (and also to procrastinate on my own fics!), I figured I’d round up 19 of my favorite fics of the year! Now, to be clear, these were all written (at least partly) during 2019, and they’re all complete. But that’s like all they have in common. They’re from random fandoms and some are def explicit and they’re in no particular order, but mostly it’s Riverdale lmao. Bc i’m trash and i ain’t ashamed.

Starting out with the Riverdale here babyyy:

Things unrequited by Bearfacedcheek

New Veronica, new type?

Set after S01E01 Veronica decides that Jughead Jones is the perfect antidote to all the bad romantic and moral choices she always seems to make. But making Jughead hers doesn't prove as straight forward a task as she expects

No peace nor rest by Bearfacedcheek

They're not stupid. They know there's no peace in revenge. But the sight of Betty and Archie together makes them stupid and whisky makes them weak, so they take the only revenge they can.

Set post 2x08 Betty and Archie enter a relationship, leaving Jughead and Veronica heartbroken and a night of drunken revenge sex morphs into something far more complicated.

have i been too discreet? by partyhardy

In which Betty realizes she slowly watched Jughead fall for Veronica. 

keep telling myself i'm not the desperate type by Krewlak

The new kid at school argues with Veronica and it sparks something inside of Jughead. 

Supporting Characters by torombolo

Maybe this was inevitable, Jughead thought, staring at the couple in front of him. He spared a glance at Veronica. From the look on her face, she thought the same thing. Betty and Archie. Archie and Betty. Perfect. The American Dream.

“Fine,” the dark-headed girl had told him, “I’m fine.”

“Me too,” he said convincingly. Whether he was trying to convince her or himself he wasn’t sure.

But Darling, Who Ever Said That Love Was Fair? by bothromeoandjuliet

There is no room for blood and thorns in the bubblegum scented word that was Betty Cooper's life, and both Jughead and Veronica know it. But that doesn't mean that they can help what they are or what they feel. Only, nothings fair in love and friendship. 

Hindsight, As They Say, Is Twenty-Twenty by bothromeoandjuliet

Betty's always wondered why Jughead Jones broke up with her, and now, eight years after the fact, she finally gets her answer. (A one shot/drabble ft. past!bughead, and past!veggie, with a healthy dose of jeronica sprinkled all the way through.) ((Also I manage to write fluff that doesn't just turn to angst!)) (((So thats exciting)))

Some Stucky:

This Side of the Blue by notlucy

Tucked against a set of crumbling, stone steps was a tank made of metal and glass, filled to the brim with greenish water, distorted sunlight filtering through and casting strange shadows. Playing tricks on the eye. A trick was the only explanation for what Steve saw floating there. This figment of his childhood. This myth. This legend.

Within the tank, the siren bared its teeth.

Paper Tree by Ellessey

Bucky just laughs and shoves another bite of egg in his mouth, giving Steve a shrug and a full-cheeked smile. He's so damn cute Steve wants to shout at him, but he can't seem to say any of the right things. "Shoulda got you a comb for Christmas," is what he comes up with instead.

"What did you get me?"

It's Steve's turn to shrug now, and if he looks more terrified than cheeky as he does so, he can only hope Bucky doesn't catch it before Steve hurries out the door.

--

On December first, Steve wraps up a letter for Bucky and sets it under their Christmas tree. Now he has twenty-four days left to figure out how to tell Bucky what he wrote, face to face.

Political Animals by crinklefries, Deisderium

Okay, so the real problem is that you shouldn’t fuck your arch-rival, political enemy, and the person you loathe the most in the world where you work. Or like, at least, you shouldn’t keep doing that.

But okay, the thing that Descartes or whoever didn’t know was that Steve really tries, but Bucky Barnes has a mouth that should probably constitute an eighth sin or something.

Jesus fucking Christ, Sam’s going to kill him.

(or—Steve’s best friend is the U.S. Constitution and he can’t seem to stop fucking a hot Republican. They shouldn’t fall in love, but somehow they do. That’s it, that’s the fic.)

like heaven stood up in you by napricot

“You said you were gonna miss him,” says Bruce slowly. “He was supposed to be back in five seconds, but you hugged him and said ‘I’m gonna miss you.’”

Bucky’s face is serene again now, and gives nothing away. “I know Steve,” he repeats. “You think you can hand him a time machine and some rocks of unspeakable power and he’s just gonna go put ‘em right back where they belong?”

Steve does put the Infinity Stones right back where they belong. He just does a couple other things too. Or: three timelines and a Reverse Time Heist.

Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap by AggressiveWhenStartled

Steve had gone fully red-faced with pedantic altar-boy fury. “Did your computer forget how to Google translate?” he bellowed, sticking his head up and over. Bucky yanked him down again. “What are you even trying to say?”

Bucky tried to shake the sparkles off the grenade he had been planning on lobbing over the divider. “It sounded like Latin to me,” he said reasonably, pursing his lips and frowning at the explosive. It dripped a sparkle, and a puff of purple smoke curled up where it hit the concrete.

“That’s because you spent Sunday school flirting with Sarah Cunningham,” Steve accused, bobbing back up to throw his shield and ducking back down to dodge a shining ball of blue light. “You wouldn’t know Latin if it came up and kissed you on your ugly mug.”

“I’d sure know it if Sarah Cunningham did, though.” Bucky grinned, struck by the memory. “That gal really knew what she was doing.”

Some DC stuff (Halbarry):

Iconoclast by the_mythologist

When an alien race’s covert invasion and assassination spree decimates the Supercommunity, the survivors must band together to defeat against an unseen, invincible enemy. With many of their greatest heroes off-world or dead, the remnants of the Justice League, Teen Titans, Birds of Prey, Batfamily, and a few unaffiliated ‘heroes’ are all that stand in the way between the ‘Iconoclasts’ and Earth’s annihilation.

John Constantine is most unamused.

Slowing Down by Cinderstrato

It hadn’t been long after they first met before Barry began to suspect, in a vaguely-formed way, that it would be easy to fall in love with Hal.

sweating out a hot day by magnetocent

it's a hot day, but barry decides it's not hot enough 

Okay now some one-offs from random fandoms/pairings:

Off The Record by crookedswingset

Peter Parker is a corporate lackey whose sole job is to root out problem executives who waste Oscorp’s money and time. Wade Wilson is a reserve Avenger on the hunt for a prize even Iron Man couldn’t nail down: the real identity of everyone’s favorite webhead.

Too bad most people think Spider-Man is Harry Osborn.

Stars Beneath His Skin by ElloPoppet

On the white piece of paper was a smattering of small, black dots. McCoy turned the paper, in search of a pattern or alignment of some kind but not finding even a trace. The dots appeared to be drawn at random or rather, McCoy noticed as he squinted, printed. He looked up at where Spock was standing over him and returned a cocked eyebrow of his own.

“If you need help cracking some kind of code, this isn’t exactly my specialty, genius.”

Rather than banter back, Spock responded immediately and smoothly. “It is not a code. That is the alignment of stars that would have been visible in the night sky from Earth should one have been standing at the coordinates where my Mother was born at the moment of the occurrence.” Silence blanketed the room, McCoy not having a goddamn clue how to respond to that. Luckily, Spock wasn’t finished.

“I wish to memorialize her with what most races would call a tattoo, and I would like your help with the matter.”

Too Close To Love You by stylescoalition 

Aleks used to have a big crush on Brett but he doesn’t anymore, which is great considering they work together, on top of being good friends (suuuper lit). Now, Aleks is going to be living with Brett in LA until he finds a place of his own, but just because he isn’t crushing on Brett doesn’t mean that Brett isn’t crushing on him. Suffice to say, it makes things complicated… except it really isn’t as complicated as they think. 

drawn to wilder nights by detectivemeer

Scott and Derek start a frenemies-with-benefits relationship, and it goes about as well as one would expect.

Bad Idea (Teen Wolf Imagine)

Pairing/Character(s): Brett Talbot x McCall! Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin Warnings: none, it’s even proof read (: Word Count: 3,173 Summary: Y/N landed a date with Brett Talbot, the beautiful boy she’s been crushing on for a minute. What could go wrong? She could embarrass herself, she could accidentally spill something on him or, oh, her brother and his idiot friends could set out to ruin her first date. Awesome. A/N: requested by @cokecola4211​

Y/N ran up to Lydia, a wide grin spreading across her face. She was beaming so bright, Lydia thought her cheeks might burst. Lydia closed her locker and with a flip of her strawberry blonde tresses, turned to face her friend, a brow arched, "What's got you so ecstatic?" Y/N put her hands behind her back and bounced up on her tippy toes, "I may or may not be going on a date with Brett Talbot tonight." Lydia's jaw dropped open and with a scoff she said, "Well, I sure hope that you are because if you're not then your display of emotions is very confusing." "I am!" Y/N practically screamed, "I am, oh my god, I can't believe this is actually happening. I mean, I spent a lot of time daydreaming about and practicing conversations in my head but I didn't think it would actually happen." As it settled in that this was really happening, Y/N face went from absolute glee to absolute horror. "Oh my god, this is really happening, oh nooooo." Y/N leaned against the locker, her face in her hands. She was already thinking about the many ways that this could go absolutely wrong. "What if we have this date and then he's not into me anymore?"Y/N questioned, "What if I do something stupid? What if it turns out he eats the Oreo cookie before the creme or when he sees me standing there he runs away? What if when I get there and he's disappointed? Or--" Lydia grabbed a hold of her friend's shoulders and gave her a gentle shake, "Y/N, you're freaking out." "Well obviously!" Y/N cried out. "Don't," Lydia answered back. Y/N scoffed, "Easy for you to say, you're Lydia freaking Martin." "Yeah and you're Y/N freaking McCall," Lydia countered, "You don't need to be me to wow a boy, you've got your own power inside of you. You're a babe, a knockout and need I remind you, a total catch?" Y/N faced burned with the compliments that Lydia was laying on. A timid smile appeared on her face, "Thanks Lyds." Lydia grinned and rubbed Y/N's arms, "I tell you what, I'll take you to the mall to go get a smoking hot outfit, my treat." "Oh, Lyds, you don't have to--" "Funny," Lydia held up her bank card and tilted her head, "My credit card is already out and my keys are in my hands." Y/N grinned, "Well if you insist." -- "What do you mean you can't come?" Stiles asked Lydia with narrowed eyes. He was holding his phone to his ear with one hand and steering the jeep with the other. Scott sat in the passenger seat while Liam played with some handheld gaming system in the backseat, his earbuds jammed in his ears. Stiles didn't even know kids his age still played with those. He figured at this point all the games you could want to play were on your phone, but that wasn't the point here. "Exactly what I just said?" Lydia replied over the phone, "I'm busy Stiles. And besides, I'm not going to come running every time you have a bad feeling about something and want to investigate. I have my own life." "Yeah, not for long if I'm right about this," Stiles replied, "What could possibly be more important right now? "I'm helping Y/N pick out an outfit for her date tonight." Stiles hit the brake a little too hard, sending the three boys flying forward. Liam pulled his earbud out, looking at Stiles in irritation, "Dude, what the hell?" "Y/N has a date?" Stiles wanted to know, "With who?" Scott looked over, also curious to the answer to that question. He scooted closer, trying to her better. Liam's interest also piqued, he leaned forward and whispered, "Put it on speaker!" Stiles tried to sway Liam away, but Liam put his arms up to block the hits. Liam settled back in his seat with a frown, but he and Scott could hear the conversation anyway. "Brett," Lydia continued, "I think they're going out for milkshakes. I personally don't think anyone should do lactose on a first date, but it's what she wants--" "Where?" Stiles interrogated, "Where are they going?" Lydia paused, "You really think I'm going to tell you so you can go and ruin this for her? Ha!" "Lydia? Lydia!" Stiles looked at the phone, "She hung up." "A milkshake place?" Liam's spoke up, "I think I know where they're going. It's called Two Scoops, people go there all the time." Stiles' brows knitted together, "I've never heard of it." "Oh, sorry," Liam said, "I meant cool people." Stiles glared at Liam in the backseat, "Alright, listen here you little runt--" "Stiles," Scott sighed. Stiles looked at Scott and threw his arm back towards Liam, "You heard what he said, right?!" Scott shook his head, silently telling him to just quit. Be the bigger person. Stiles threw himself back in his seat and tapped his fingers angrily on the steering wheel, "Okay, well, you know we're going to that milkshake place, right?" "Yes!" Liam shouted at the same time Scott asked, "What?" Stiles turned his attention to Scott, "Come on, Scott. Obviously we have to go. In fact, the Big Brother handbook states that it's necessary." "What Big Brother handbook?" Scott asked. "The Big Brother handbook that says you don't let your little sister go out with Brett Talbot." "What's wrong with him?" Scott questioned. Stiles looked like he was having a fit, "Wh-what? What''s wrong with him? "What's wrong with him?", he asks. Okay, um, the guy sucks." "Really sucks," Liam nodded in agreement from the backseat. "And he's got too many T's in his name," Stiles added. "Way too many," Liam nodded again. "And--and have you seen the way he goes through people?" Stiles continued, "The way he dates it's like a revolving door, Scott, one comes in, one goes out. And he's hot, so he can get away with it. I mean, you don't want Y/N getting hurt, right?" Scott didn't seem totally convinced, but he couldn't argue with that, "No..." "Okay! Well," Stiles gestured with his hand, "You owe it to her to go check this guy out and be there just in case something goes wrong." Scott scrunched his nose, "This just sounds like a very bad idea." "Scott, have I ever had a bad idea?" The light turned green and Stiles pressed the gas pedal, "Don't answer that." Stiles glanced at Liam in the rear view mirror who was opening his mouth to speak. "You either," He ordered him. Liam clamped his mouth shut and jutted his bottom lip out in a pout. -- "If I'm being honest, I'm kind of nervous." Y/N and Brett walked up to the front doors of Two Scoops. Y/N had her arms crossed in front of her, while Brett walked with confidence, his arms swinging freely. Amidst Y/N's confession, he put his gaze on her, a coy smile on his face. "Why? Do I make you nervous?" "No!"  Y/N answered quickly, "Okay, maybe.  A little. But a good kind of nervous. You know, butterflies and stuff." Brett chuckled, holding the door open for her, "That's good to hear." As she walked inside, Brett whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin, "If I'm being honest, you make me kind of nervous too. But the good kind." -- "Would you get a load of this guy?" Stiles cried out as they watched Brett lean close to Y/N's ear as he opened the door. Y/N turned to look at him, their faces way too close for comfort, before grinning and walking inside. Brett followed closely behind her and the door shut behind them. "Alright, now we move in," Stiles cut the engine of the Jeep, "Play it cool, boys." As Stiles and Liam piled out of the Jeep, Scott shook his head and muttered to himself, "This is so stupid." -- Y/N laughed at Brett's anecdote and playfully swatted his hand that was resting on the table, "You didn't!" Brett nodded, laughing down at the table, "No, I did. I haven't used super glue since." "I wouldn't either after that, geez," Y/N's eyes glimmered as she looked at Brett. He smiled at her, it was an easy smile, but it still made her heart hammer in her chest. She was having a good time. He hadn't run away and he definitely didn't eat his cookies before the creme. Both good signs. "Hi, are you two ready to order?" The waitress, Mandy, came over with a smile and pulled her pen off her notepad. Brett looked over at Y/N, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah," She gazed over the menu, "Can I get the cookies and creme milkshake please?" "Sure," Mandy jotted down the order, "One or two straws?" Oh. Y/N hadn't thought about that. Her wide eyes went to Brett, seeing his reaction. He was calm and collected, as always. If he was nervous, he did a hell of a better job hiding it than she did. "Two," Brett told Mandy but looked at Y/N for confirmation, "If that's okay with you." Y/N closed her menu and handed it to Mandy, "Definitely okay with me." "Alright then," Mandy took the menus from Brett and Y/N, "I'll have that out for you soon." Scott, Liam and Stiles sat low in a booth a few tables away. Liam could hear everything that had happened at the table, and relayed it so that Stiles was in the loop. "Two straws?" Stiles dug around in his pockets for his wallet, "Yeah, I don't think so." -- "Here you are, one cookies and creme milkshake." Mandy set the large glass on the table and set the two straws down as well. "And, one more cookies and creme shake." She set down a second shake. Y/N peered at it in confusion,  "Um, we only ordered one." "The second one was paid for by another guest," The waitress grinned, "You must be pretty popular." "Well I don't blame them," Brett was calm about it, despite the fact that someone was kind of hitting on her on their date. Y/N gave the waitress a polite smile before she walked away. Y/N looked at the second milkshake, turning it around, trying to figure out who would've sent it. She glanced around the dinner, turning around in her seat at the booth. She didn't find someone, but rather something. Something that made her nervous, and not in the good way. "You've got to be kidding me." Sitting in the parking lot was a very recognizable, blue and black Jeep. There was only one person could be driving that Jeep. -- "God, could they be any closer together?" Stiles grumbled. Brett had moved to the other side of the booth, so that he was pressed up against Y/N's side. There hands weren't where the boys could see them, which made them nervous. Brett kept leaning over to whisper things in Y/N ear that made her giggle and blush. It was nauseating for all of them to watch. "Unbelievable," Stiles mumbled to himself. "Maybe we should just go," Scott frowned, "I already feel bad being here." "Scott, this guy is literally putting the moves on your sister and you want to leave?" Scott's face screwed up in distaste, "Yes. That's exactly why I want to leave. Look, I trust, Y/N, okay? She's not going to do anything." "Uh, are you sure about that?" Liam asked, "Because it looks like she's about to make out with Brett." Scott and Stiles whipped their heads around just in time to see Brett place a hand on Y/N's cheek. Their heads tilted, their eyes fluttered shut and-- "Now! We go now!" "I can't go!" Scott was panicked, "She'll get even more pissed." They were losing time. If Brett put his lips on hers, he could very well suck out her soul or something. "Liam, let's go! Scott, lay low." Stiles and Liam scrambled out of her seats and practically ran to Y/N and Brett's table. Scott crouched low, like Stiles said, mostly wishing he could disappear. -- "H-hey! Y/N!" Stiles practically ran into Y/N and Brett's table, startling them both. The force of him hitting the table caused their milkshake to fall over onto the two of them, drenching Brett and splashing Y/N with a cookies and creme disaster. "Oh my god!" Y/N shouted, jumping away from Brett. Brett looked down at his lap, the new resting place for the milkshake. Liam fought back a laugh, while Stiles gaped at them, "Oh wow, I am so sorry. Hey, maybe you should go clean that up before it stains." "Uh, yeah, yeah, I should," Brett looked at Y/N, "I'll be right back, okay?" Y/N hid her face in her hands, too embarrassed to give him a verbal answer. Brett slid out of the booth and headed to the bathroom, leaving Stiles, Liam and Y/N at the table. "Wow," Liam started, "What a coincidence that we're all here. Hey, Stiles, maybe we should just join Brett and Y/N here. Or Brett could go home and we can si--" "You two," Y/N spoke slowly, "Are unbelievable." The two boys feigned innocent looks at each other and then looked at Y/N as she slowly rose her head from her hands. "What do you mean...?" Liam asked. "I mean," Y/N grit through her teeth, "You really expect me to believe that you came here by coincidence? That you ordered me a second milkshake by coincidence? That you spilled that milkshake on Brett by coincidence?" Stiles held up a finger, "That one was more like by accident." "Really? Then what would you call this?" Y/N picked up the second milkshake, and before the two boys could react quick enough, she tossed it right in their faces. There were shocked gasps from patrons who were watching the affair. Stiles shut his eyes tightly together, his tongue darting around to catch the milkshake dripping from his face. Liam wiped his face off with his hands, then shook them out, sending milkshake spraying onto the floor. "I'd call that an inappropriate display of emotions." Stiles replied. "And I'd call you guys the worst friends ever," Y/N gave them one last look, tears welling up in her eyes before storming away. Before she could get to the door, Scott was standing in her way. "Oh great," She laughed bitterly, "I knew you put them up to this." "I didn't, Y/N, I'm so--" "I don't want to hear it!" Y/N pushed at the empty air with her hand, "Just...just leave me alone, Scott." She made it to the parking lot before she started bawling her eyes out. She had done so well to get the guy, get him to think she was cute and funny and worth his time, only for her idiot brother and his dimwit friends to ruin everything. "Y/N?" Y/N looked up to see Lydia standing there, a pitiful look in her eyes. That only made her cry harder. Lydia embraced Y/N, cradling her head to her chest. "Oh honey," She cooed. Y/N tried to explain what had happened, but the sobs were wracking her body and breath so much that it was hard to get any complete thoughts out. "This is my fault," Lydia shook her head, "I shouldn't have told them anything. I came on the off chance that they would do something stupid like this." Lydia glared at the milkshake shop behind Y/N as she rubbed her back, "Come on, sweetheart, I'll take you home." -- As Y/N put her books in her locker, she could feel a presence standing behind her. She rolled her eyes and continued to switch her Spanish book out for her Geometry one. "If this is Scott, Stiles or Liam, for the 8th time, I don't want to talk to you." "What if it's a guy who would really like to go out on a second date with you?" Y/N's breath caught in her throat. She turned around to see Brett standing there, a modest bouquet of flowers in his hands. "Oh my god..." She breathed out, "Are those...are those for me? I should be the one getting you flowers. I'm the one who ruined the date." Brett smiled at her, "Nah. Lydia told me what happened. It's totally not your fault." Y/N took the flowers and peered down at them, a smile breaking out on her face, "You really want to go out with me again? I thought you never wanted to see me again after that night. And you never texted or called me, so I just figured you wanted nothing to do with me." "What? I had a great time, Y/N. I mean, before Stiles and Liam showed up," Brett leaned closer, peering down at her. His voice getting low and husky, "I really do like you, Y/N. Besides, it's kind of hard to do this over the phone." He leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. It was soft and sweet, Y/N's heart seized up in her chest. She hugged her bouquet to her chest, standing on her tippy toes to deepen the kiss. They pulled away and smiled at each other like two fools in love. "Oh, I see you two are good. That's good. That's great." Y/N parted her gaze from Brett at the sound of Stiles' voice. He had Liam with him, they still had pitiful, guilt ridden looks on their faces. She shot them her best angry glare, which must have worked because Stiles took a small step back. Liam sighed, "Y/N. We just wanted to say that we're sorry for ruining your date with Brett. And Stiles is sorry for dumping the milkshake on you, Brett." They all looked at Stiles, waiting for him to say the apology himself. When he didn't, Liam elbowed him in the ribs. Stiles doubled over, holding his side. "Ow! Yes! Okay, we're sorry!" "Oh you will be," Brett smirked, wrapping his arm around Y/N's waist, "I heard Y/N got her revenge but I want mine. And you know what? I think I'll get it on the lacrosse field at Friday's game." "Oh, that I would love to see," Y/N grinned. The two teens walked away, while Stiles and Liam stood in the hall, horrified. "That I would not like to see," Stiles called after Brett, "Brett! Come on buddy! Can't we just throw another milkshake in my face? Brett?! Y/N?!" "Oh God," Stiles whimpered to himself. Liam shook his head, "Scott was right, you do have bad ideas."

You Could Call It Love 4/6

Part 4/6

Rating: General

Pairing: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Implied Nolan/Brett Talbot

Being Liam’s ride home meant Theo had to wait every day until lacrosse practice was finished and then even longer for Liam to shower before they headed home. Today is no exception.

Being Liam’s ride home meant Theo had to wait every day until lacrosse practice was finished and then even longer for Liam to shower before they headed home. Today is no exception.

Theo’s sat on a bench just outside of the school; scrolling through his photos absentmindedly just to fill in the time. Maybe he should start bringing a book or something? Or maybe just make Liam walk home?

No, Theo isn’t that cruel.

He’s barely even been there an hour when someone slides onto the seat across from Theo and he glances up. Nolan stares at Theo without a word; reeking of nervousness and almost curled in on himself as though he’s conflicted on what he’s here for.

It becomes clear after a few minutes Nolan isn’t going to speak first so Theo relents “…Can I…help you?”

Nolan’s tugging on the cuffs of his jumper; fiddling with the worn fabric and tugging at the stray thread he finds there. Despite his reluctance to talk he eventually mutters out in a low voice “How do you know if you like somebody?”

Now, had he not had supernatural hearing, Theo would have missed what Nolan said, but he hears it clearly and he can’t stop the cruel laugh that breaks free from him “What?”

“How do you know if you like somebody?”

“No I heard you the first time” Though Theo’s quite surprised Nolan repeated himself and didn’t just turn tails and run instead “Why are you coming to me?”

“Well” Nolan clears his throat; shuffling in his seat nervously. God the kids more fidgety than Stiles and that alone is an impressive feat “Liam’s just finishing up practice and I heard that you two were…”

Although Nolan trails off, Theo fills in the gaps fairly quickly. So word has gotten out around school then. He couldn’t say he was surprised, in Beacon Hills, gossip travels fast and if somebody got a wind of the pack discussing his and Liam’s new ‘relationship’ then it was inevitable really. “That me and Liam are dating?” Nolan nods his head and keeps his gaze on the table between them, still flooding the air with embarrassment “So what’s that got to do with anything?”

“I just assumed you’d know what to expect when you have feelings for somebody, like what made you realise you liked Liam?”

He could just say he didn’t want to talk about it and kindly tell Nolan to fuck off. He wasn’t by any means close with the ex-hunter, hell he only really spoke to him a few times when he sat with the pack for lunch.

But for some reason, Theo doesn’t do any of those things.

His mouth started talking before his brain caught up. “Well obviously you spend as much time with the person as possible and you get the whole butterflies in your stomach shit” Nolan’s gaze looks up from the table to meet Theo’s, seemingly surprised that Theo responds to his question. “But” he continues “Their presence sort of…comforts you? I guess? Whenever they’re around they fill you with a kind of warmth that just settles in your chest and even when they aren’t there, it still lingers; they’re the kind of person you’ll do anything for if just to be with them for a second…” With a delayed horror, Theo realises he’s been throwing all his feelings about Liam out to Nolan and he clears his throat, awkwardly finishing with “So yeah you’ll know you like someone, trust me”

“You really like Liam, don’t you?” The awe in Nolan’s expression is what makes Theo agree without hesitation.

“More than anything”

For a moment, the silence spreads between the two as they sit in awkward stillness, Nolan pondering to himself over what Theo’s confessed and Theo having a minor breakdown over letting himself ramble on like that. Why were feelings so utterly baffling? “…and how do you know if they like you back?” Nolan finally replies, voice returning to a meek whisper, as if it’s a question for himself but Theo humours him.

“I wish I knew that myself, Nolan”

In the quiet, Theo can hear the lacrosse team in the locker room getting showered after a long practice – one Nolan should be at now that Theo thinks about it – and what sounds like the band practicing for the competition a week from now. The sun has almost finished setting and the dark is starting to creep in alongside a chill but it calms Theo more than anything. Beacon Hills is a safe town now and it’s soothing to sit in the stillness the night provides.

The honk of a horn cuts whatever peace Theo feels in half and his head whips to where a lanky figure is leaning against a car; waving a hand in a come here motion. “HEY NOLAN!” Brett Talbot hollers, still dressed in his lacrosse shorts and undershirt as he beckons Nolan over “YOU COMING OR WHAT?”

“One sec!” Nolan calls back and stands up out of his seat, smile playing on his face and cheeks flushing a pleasant red as he pulls his backpack back onto his back. “Thanks for the talk I just…really needed it”

All nervousness Nolan had smelled of previously is replaced with an air of content and something that makes it all fall into place for Theo and he’s reaching out to grab Nolan’s arm before he can walk away “Hey” Nolan spins to face Theo again, expression questioning but the smile hasn’t faded from his face “Be careful with Brett, I can tell you really care about him but, well, his track record isn’t all that great”

“Believe me, I know but he isn’t as bad as you and Liam think he is”

Theo releases his grasp on Nolan with a nod and sits back down “One more thing?”

“Shoot”

“If you’re worried about him not liking you back, I wouldn’t be so sure” Nolan arches an eyebrow “He can smell the attraction on you, if he didn’t like you he’d have to told you so by now”

“What?!” Nolan hisses lowly and he’s clearly startled; bringing his jumper to his nose to sniff almost automatically causing Theo to smirk at the sudden panic from the boy “Oh shit”

“Good luck on the ride home, you might need it”

Nolan scampers away toward Brett and Theo tries to mask the fact he’s listening in on them. “Everything okay?” Brett quizzes as soon as Nolan reaches him; ducking his head to hear Nolan a little better and Nolan looks like he’s going to explode as he shrugs.

“Just talking don’t worry, you ready?”

Brett nods and holds the door for Nolan to hop into the passenger side and then his gaze lingers on Theo for a second, watching the Chimera who throws his hand in the air for a wave “Bye lovebirds!” Brett rolls his eyes before hopping into his car and then backing out of the school parking lot.

Brett and Nolan, who would have thought.

“Hey” Theo wouldn’t admit it but he hadn’t heard Liam pop up at all so when he shows up suddenly at his side, Theo jumps in his seat and shoots around to look at Liam.

“Geez” Theo wheezes and clutches his chest “You all finished?”

“What was all that with Nolan?” Liam asks instead of answering the question, ignoring it entirely to stare at Theo like he’s just killed his dog or something.

“Nolan?” Liam nods in confirmation “He needed some advice about some stuff don’t worry about it” Theo’s secretly hoping Liam had only caught a glimpse of his and Nolan’s conversation because otherwise Theo’s pretty sure he’ll die again except this time from embarrassment and he’d take Kira’s sword with him so he could stay dead.

Liam stares Theo down at first, as if gauging if he’s lying or not before spinning on his heels and turning back to the direction of Theo’s truck and walking away without another word. Now that’s not right.

“Hey” Theo calls after Liam who doesn’t stop “Is everything alright?” there’s no way Liam can’t hear him so that can only mean Liam’s ignoring him. Great, just great. “Liam will you hold the fuck on?!” Increasing his walk to a sprint he gets ahead of Liam just as they reach his truck and he grabs Liam by the shoulders. “What’s up with you?”

Liam ducks his head down so he’s avoiding Theo’s gaze and shrugs out of Theo’s hold; attempting to duck past Theo but Theo puts himself in Liam’s path again. “It’s nothing”

“Says the guy who looks like I’ve just told him Santa isn’t real” Liam doesn’t acknowledge the biting comment; just reaches a hand under Theo’s arm to pull at the truck handle but Theo’s quick to lock it.

When his futile pulling doesn’t open the door, Liam turns to glare at Theo finally and it’s half-hearted at best. “Open it”

“No” Theo denies and shoves the key back into his back pocket and out of Liam’s range. “I’m not opening it till we talk about what’s got your panties in a twist”

“I said it’s nothing just open the damn door, Theo”

Whether he realises it or not, Liam’s eyes flash gold in warning at Theo, the tiniest hint of fangs peeking out as he snarls but Theo gives as good as he gets. His eyes flash in return “Not going to pull that shit on me little wolf, spill”

“Why do you care?”

“The same reason why I wait for you afterschool to give you a lift” Liam’s nose scrunches at Theo’s evasiveness “Just give me a hint”

“There’s nothing to hint”

“Bullshit! just tell me what’s bugging you so I don’t have to ride home with a werewolf having a tantrum”

“Then I’ll WALK!” Liam turns on his heels and walks away from Theo and the truck but Theo isn’t finished, not by a longshot.

He catches Liam’s arm and tugs him back in order to prevent him from storming off again “JUST TALK TO ME LIAM FOR FUCK SA-!”

“I SAID IT’S NOTHING!” Liam spins around; throwing Theo’s hand away from his arm and he’s seething; eyes gold and snarl bubbling forth from his chest; claws out and catching Theo’s wrist a little as he pushes it away. “I’M JUST BEING STUPID AND OVERREACTING OVER THE LITTLEST THINGS AND I-!” Liam’s voice breaks just a fraction but it’s seemingly enough to get him to calm down a little. His gaze is to the ground once more and his arms comes to hold himself loosely and finishes rather pathetically “…I just had a rough day, a shitty, rough day”.

The whole display would have been a lot more threatening had Theo not seen the tears caught on Liam’s eyelashes.

“Hey” Theo states almost softly, Liam remains where he is “Come here”

Cautiously, he reaches a hand out and –when he’s sure Liam’s not going to rip it off – he places it onto Liam’s shoulder and pulls Liam into a hug. Liam goes easily enough, Theo’s arms coming to wrap around his shoulders firmly while Liam’s own fingers dig into the back of Theo’s shirt. “S’ dumb” Liam mumbles against the skin of Theo’s neck and Theo’s embrace tightens.

“It’s not, you may be dumb but being torn up over a shitty day isn’t”

Rather than a punch, Theo’s comment receives a laugh from Liam, the short, warm burst of breath ghosting his skin as Liam rocks them back a little “You suck”

“Only for a price” another laugh. Theo counts them both as a success.

“Can we head home?”

“Sure…but first I want ice cream”

Liam shoots back to stare at Theo, suddenly beaming widely and Theo’s heart stutters in his chest, as if it’s about to give out on him. And it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. “You buying?”

“If you hurry it up” Before he can even blink, Liam’s running towards the truck yelling at Theo to race him though there’s little chance he’ll win. Cheating bastard. Later as they’re sat in the ice cream parlour, nudging each other beneath the table with their feet, Liam brings up Nolan again “So what amazing advice did you give to him anyway?”

Theo shrugs “I think he has a crush on someone and he just wanted to know whether he liked them or not” He won’t tell Liam it’s Brett, neither Nolan nor Brett would hear the end of it and that might put a bit of a mood killer on whatever’s blossoming between them. Liam stares at Theo for a long time and then, seemingly pleased by Theo’s answer, moves his attention back to his almost empty bowl.

“I want another one”

“Go get it yourself I’m not your slave”

“You’re the worst boyfriend ever” Liam pouts; shoving his last spoonful in his mouth and Theo feels that budding warmth settle in his chest again, pleasant but also nauseating because this can’t last forever, nothing does.

And then Liam’s leaning across the table to take Theo’s spoon from his bowl and scooping up some ice cream. “HEY!” Liam shoves the spoon into his mouth before Theo can stop him “You traitorous bastard!”

From another table a woman and her two children shoot the pair a dirty look but Liam’s far too busy trying not to choke on the very spoon he’s got in his mouth as he giggles boisterously at Theo’s dismay.

Theo joins in not long after.

My Latest Mission... pt.11

Reader (Y/N), Clint, Bucky, Sam. Warnings: Language. Being a Hydra asset. Angst. Violence. Blood. Clint being wise (Come on, that HAS to be a warning!)

Part 1… - Part 2… - Part 3… - Part 4… - Part 5… - Part 6… - Part 7… - Part 8... - Part 9… - Part 10... 

The chill night air fill my lungs when I take in a deep breath. It's so quiet up here, no sounds coming from the city beneath us and all the lights from cars, buildings and street lamps makes the scenery before me almost fairytale-like. I've started to come up here when my nights are bad and the terror fills my mind. Up here I feel free.

Tonight is one of those bad nights, I can't shake the feeling of being in danger. I know I'm not, but ever since my time in Hydra I've always been on high alert, you know... Since I never knew when they would come for me, beat me, hurt me... Tonight my room felt too small, and the walls seemed to close in on me, imprisoning me. Even though I know it's all in my head, I can't seem to find the will to fight the feelings today, so I went to the roof to find some peace for myself. It's a cold evening, but I don't really care. The serum in my blood makes me run hot and I don't really feel the cold anymore. Sometimes I miss it, but most times I don't even think about it. I take another deep breath, calming the inner chaos in my head. But as I let the air slowly out of my lungs again, I feel a presence close to me. Every fiber in my body jerks awake and in less than a second I'm ready to fight for my life. "What are you doing up here, Kid?" the low voice of Clint reaches me from only a few meters apart. He is the only one I've ever known, that can move so silent that he can come almost all the way up to me, without I'm noticing. "SHIT! CLINT!" I jump when he talks and I glare at him "haven't we discussed that sneaking up on a super soldier and scaring the crap out of her is a bad idea?" I huff out the words as I try to calm my heart again. I'm not one to get scared, people don't usually have the ability to get the chance to do so. But Clint does, and he has taken every chance he got ever since he found out. He chuckles a bit, clearly enjoying the moment. And just for a second I think of dangling him over the edge of the tower, just for a second, to get back at him. But the joyful smile and the humor in his eyes makes me decide against it. Apparently I have a soft spot for the archer. He sits next to me and take in the view of the city before he speaks again "Nightmares?" he looks at me with soft eyes "You know you can talk to me, kid" "It makes no sense for you to call me Kid... You know that right?" I give him a half smile "I'm way older than you" He leans back on his hands and takes a deep breath with that amused smirk on his lips. "I know... But I like it, do deal with it, kid!" I giggle a bit as I shake my head and he continues "But seriously y/n, what's up. Are you okay?" I pull my knees up, put my arms around them and put my chin on top. My eyes search the distance without really looking for anything. "Yeah, I'll be okay. It's just one of those nights you know... I can't shake the feeling that HYDRA will suddenly be here to take me back. My room felt like a prison cell and I couldn't calm my thoughts enough to get rid of the feelings. I know it's stupid, I know I'm safe here... " My voice trails off, not knowing what else to say to explain. Clint doesn't say anything to begin with, it's almost as if he is trying to imagine what I'm going through. But then the sits back up and look at me, his calming blue eyes explore my face. "You know... I would be deeply concerned if you didn't feel that way, kid. The things you have been through, the fear, the pain and the torture. And you went through it all alone, you didn't have anyone to depend on... That just gotta mess with your head one way or another" He reaches out and gives my arm a gentle squeeze. "It's alright to struggle with inner demons, just don't keep it to yourself. All of us have been there in one way or another, so I speak of experience when I tell you to open up about it. Hell, even Bucky has started to open up, and heactually begins to seem quite human" Clint laughs at his last remark, but it only makes me groan and hide my face between my knees. After the fight I had with Bucky, things has in some ways lightened up, and in others made everything worse. It feels like Bucky tries, he doesn't leave the room as soon as he sees me anymore, he even asked me to pass the salt one time in the kitchen, so yeah, that's progress... Baby steps, as Steve says, is better than nothing. I've also grown much closer to Clint, even though, I believe that that has something to do with him finding it hilarious, that I beat up Bucky... I think he kind of forgets that Bucky beat me up too. In general the rumors about the fight has traveled around to everyone, Avengers, staff, S.H.I.E.L.D agents, including agents that does not even live in the tower. Everybody knows, and everybody has made an opinion about me from that. Some good, but a lot of bad too... "Hey, cheer up, kid. I know he's your friend... He'll come around, I promise" Clint seem to read me like an open book sometimes. It's a little freaky when he does that, but it also makes everything so much easier when being around him. "How can you promise me that?" I look up at him again, meeting his blue eyes and soft caring smile. "He just needs a reason to trust you again. You know, to feel and experience that you are there for him, like you always been. He loves you y/n... He loves you, and that scares the shit out of him, 'cause you hold the power to destroy him completely if he chooses to trust you, and you in return turn out untrustworthy. Do you know what I mean?" The sassy archer with a joke for every opportunity looks at me with such seriousness in his expression, that I cannot do anything than to trust him. I give him a tired smile and stretch my legs in front of me. " You know... I like this clever and wise Clint, maybe you should let him out more". The deep low laughter that erupts from the man by my side, lifts my mood tremendously.

Another day another boredom... I'm starting to be a bit restless in this huge tower of Tony's. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the action, I miss to have a purpose. NOT the killing purpose and the beating innocent people up and stuff... That's a part of don't want back! But I see the gang go out on meaningful missions, I see them do good things, and I want that too. Tony and Steve have put me in training, so one day I can hopefully join them... But there are still a lot there needs to be done before I can go. This means I'm alone again, as Steve and some of the others are yet again away. Bucky is somewhere around, but not with me... shocker!

He's probably with Sam, neither of them had to go on tis mission, so I guess they are somewhere doing their own stuff. I throw the book to the other end of the bed. God, I can't even concentrate on reading a damn book. I've been trying watching TV, but as fun as it is, my head just can't keep up in the long run. I've hit the gym for a few hours and now I've read a book... Well, tried to read a book. I get up and walk to the big window. It's become one of my favorite places in the whole tower, my bedroom window. I feel like I can see the entire world from here, and I love it! But today I just stare frustrated out, and wish I could be part of that world. I lean in, rest my forehead on the cold glass and look down towards the gate where Brett is working. Why doesn't the gate close? It's been open for almost an entire minute now, and there are no cars in sight... Normally it closes as soon as a car has gone through. I straighten up and look closer... Is that? Is that Brett on the ground?! My heart starts to pound like crazy, and my head spins for a second. I trail the road leading up to the tower with my eyes, and when my eyes stop at the bottom of the tower, my eyes go wide and adrenaline kicks in. The guard that's normally standing by the door. is lying on the pavement, 30 feet from it. Blood is very clearly surrounding his head running down the hill. What the hell? My feet moves before my mind catch up on what I just saw. I run as fast as I can towards Bucky's room, praying that his in there, but before I even reach the door I hear gunshots and men screaming and yelling commandos from the living area. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, what's going on?" I yell out as I run the other way as fast as I can. There's no answer.... The ever present A.I is suddenly silent.

Something is definitely wrong! As I turn the corner I literally run into a man I don't know. But as we both regain our balance he raises a semi automatic rifle toward me. Well, I guess a said I missed the action... Now here it is! In a swift motion I raise my leg and kick the rifle to the right, the sudden hit causes the man to pull the trigger and the bullets spilling out of the gun, leaves a long line of holes in the wall beside us. I step forward, grab a hold of the man's shoulders, yank him downwards and knee him right in the face. As he tries to regain his aim on me, I grab he rifle by the barrel, jerk it out of his hand and swing it full force to the side of his head. The man's eyes turn white and he falls to the floor, hard. I look at the rifle, and see that it's bent... Great, that's not going to help me now. Apparently super strength isn't always a good thing, I think grimly to myself as I start to run toward the living area again. Something is going on down there. Just before I reach the door, I stop, look back and send Tony a silent thank you. Even with all of his fancy gadgets and artificial intelligence robot things, he's still old fashioned in some ways. In a case on the wall is a fire extinguisher and beside it, the thing that caught my eye... A huge fucking axe! At least I'm not going in unarmed. I stop just outside the door and listen, trying to figure out just how many intruders there are. "This has been far too easy, I thought you guys were the mighty Avengers, unstoppable and strong... And yet here we are, taking over your tower like it was made of Lego. You are pathetic!" The sound of someone hitting someone else, followed by a humorless laughter reaches me, and my blood freeze.... That voice belongs to Brock! Anger rises in me, and I adjust my grip on the axe before I step into the room and take in the sight before me. Sam is on the floor, unconscious with blood on his face. I try to detect a rise and fall off his body as he breathes, but the angle he is in makes it impossible. I pray to whoever is out there, that he is still alive. A few feet from Sam is 3 agents with HYDRA emblems on their uniforms and besides them is Bucky on his knees, hands locked in a device that's made to contain him. I know these 'cuffs' I've been in them too... Brock is holding a gun to Bucky's head, and an evil smile is on his lips. "Rumlow!" I roar, catching the attention of all the men in the room. "Well, well, well... There you are! I thought you were hiding from me, sweetheart..." Brocks eyes light up with something I can't really describe, other than absolutely bat shit craziness. "I've missed you so much. Been looking everywhere, trying to find you... And then, here you are, hiding with your old friends the entire time" Bucky looks from Brock to me, catching my eyes. "Let him go!" I command, but it only makes Rumlow laugh more. He acts like he has lost the last trace of sanity, since the day I left him in the park. I can only imagine what they have done to him as punishment for letting me slip away. "I'm afraid I can't do that, babe... You should know, it was your job to bring him back to us!"

The way he says the pet names, makes a shiver run down my spine. Bucky stare at me, like he can't quite figure out what to think. I can see the anger radiate from him, but I can't read if it's ment for me or for Brock. "Get up, Soldier!" he commands and yank in Bucky's arm "It's time to go!" "I told you to release him, you bastard!" I shout and take a step toward them with the axe raised. The agents beside Sam moves closer to me with their raised guns, but Brock yell "Stop! We need her alive too!" The agents step back, but don't lower their weapons. I look at Bucky, search his eyes and hope he understand what I'm trying communicate without words. "Trust me?!" I ask quietly. He looks me directly in the eyes, and for the first time since we met again, I see some of the old Bucky there. "What?" he asks. "Can you trust me?" the question hangs thick in the air. And then, there he is... my Bucky. He looks at me, nods and say "Yes, do it!" as he raises his hands high over his head and I do the same with the axe firmly in my grasp. Before Rumlow even reacts, I throw the axe at Bucky, with all the force I have in my body. As soon as the axe is out of my hands I throw myself at the nearest agent, taking them all by surprise. The sound of metal hitting metal is loud and cuts into the ears, but my God, it is a good sound, because the second the axe hits, Bucky is free. The metal plates in his arm shift as he fists his hand and readies for a fight. 2 super soldiers to 4 men is a fair fight... For the super soldiers.

And before long they are all knocked out on the floor. When the last agent hits the ground, both Bucky and I rush to Sam and turn him over. He has a nasty gash over his eye that bleeds a lot, but he is still breathing, thank God! "Sam... Sam!" I call out and shake him gently. "Come on bird-brain, wake up!" Bucky slaps Sam on the cheek, which makes him groan a bit as he tries to open his eyes. When he finally does look up at us, he says gruff "That's about damn time you too started to work together!" before he shuts his eyes tight and let's his head fall back to the floor with a groan.

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Dialogue list, #39 and Thiam

39. “You are so extra.” from this list.

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Liam watches Theo from his bed as the chimera works a hand throughhis hair. He’d been standing there for at least 15 minutes attempting to get itright. He thinks he hasn’t succeeded, but Liam has otherideas. Sure, his hair is messier than before he started but Liam loves it. Hehas to sit on his hands to stop himself from doing something stupid likewalking over and carding his own hand through Theo’s hair.

“Are you almost done?”Liam sighs, sitting up on his elbows to better look at Theo.

Theo glances at him inthe mirror, “Perfection takes time Liam.”

“Not when you’realready perfect,” Liam mutters. His eyes widen when he realizes what he justsaid. He looks away from Theo, eyes focusing on the wall by the mirror instead.“You look great. You… you never take this song. What? Are you trying to impresssomeone?”

Liam’s eyes flick overto see Theo shrugging, “Maybe I am.”

Liam feels his heartdrop, the idea of Theo working this hard to impress someone making his stomachtwist. Liam does his best to calm his heart as he rolls his eyes at Theo. “Youare so extra.”

Theo turns to him andfurrows his brow, “What the hell does that even mean?”

Liam shrugs, “I don’tknow. I hear it’s something the kids say these days.”

Theo let’s out a disbelievinglaugh. “Liam, you’re only 18.”

“Yeah but legally I’man adult so no longer a kid.”

“I still don’t thinkyou’re old enough to be at the ‘these kids these days’ phase,” Theo tells him,his lips twitching.

“Theo, with everythingwe’ve gone through I’ve aged at least 10 years, I’m more than entitled to be atmy ‘these kids these days’ phase,” Liam points out.

He’s more than happyfor the distraction. Anything to stop his mind from spinning about who Theo’strying to impress tonight. It works for a bit, the two bickering the way theyusually do. But Liam isn’t as into it as he usually is.

Even when they meet upwith the pack Liam’s mood doesn’t lift. He can’t help but wonder who Theo couldpossibly want to impress so much. He gets his answer when they get to the bar theyusually frequent and Theo immediately struts up to the bar, bending over it ashe smiles at the bartender. Ofcourse. Of course Theo would beinterested in the bartender. They come in here often enough and the two havealways been friendly. Brett’s a great guy, he’s moved here from Canada recentlyand has always been nice to him, so Liam can’t really fault him. Still, thethought of Theo being interested in someone else makes his heart ache.

Liam tries to play itoff. He brushes off Mason and Corey’s questioning and heads to the bar, if onlybecause he really needs a drink tonight.

He stops short when hehears Brett saying something to Theo, “You really do look great Theo. Thosepants make your ass look positively edible. There’s no way you’re not gettinglaid tonight.”

Liam’s breathingbecomes shallow, the world around him shrinking. He suddenly can’t be hereanymore. He barely has time to wave to Mason and Corey as he stumbles out ofthe bar and into the cool night air.

He could go home, butthe thought of being in the apartment he shares with Theo when Theo bringssomeone else home makes his chest ache. No, he can’t go back there. At leastnot tonight. He needs time. Time to compose himself and think up a good reasonhe’d just bail without even saying anything to Theo.

Liam goes to the onlyplace and person he can think of right now. The one person who, though shemight tell him he’s an idiot, would still listen to him and offer the comfortand understanding he needs right now.

His Mom is sitting onthe couch when he walks into the house. She looks up when he enters, closingher book and putting it on the table. “Liam? What are you doing here so late?Is everything alright?”

Liam shakes his head,suddenly feeling too choked up to speak. Instead he launches himself onto thecouch, putting his arms around his Mom and sobbing into her neck. Jenna’s armsimmediately come up and wrap around him, one moving up to brush through thehair on the back of Liam’s neck.

“Shh it’s okaysweetheart,” Jenna says, her voice low and soothing. “Do you want to tell mewhat happened?”

Liam shakes his head,but then thinks better of it. It’d probably be better to talk it out. “Theo.”

Jenna sighs, “Did youtwo have a fight?”

“No he… we went to thebar with the pack and he was talking to Brett the Canadian bartender. He wentright to him. After spending 15 minutes on his hair and saying he had someonehe needed to impress tonight,” Liam whines.

“Liam,” Jenna says inthe way she does when she’s trying not to tell him he’s being stupid. “Whatexactly happened?”

“Brett told Theo thathe looked great and his ass looked edible and there was no way he wasn’tgetting laid tonight.”

“And what makes you sosure he was talking about himself?” Jenna asks.

Liam pulls back inshock, his voice sounding hysterical to his own ears. “Does it matter who hewas talking about? He was still going to find someone to have sex with!”

Jenna’s silent for amoment, her eyes looking at something over Liam’s shoulder before her gazedrifts back to Liam. Liam doesn’t have time to question it before she’sspeaking again. “And you wish it was you.”

“Of course I do!” Liamshouts. “I’ve been in love with the stupid idiot for years! So yeah, I don’twant him to bring home anyone because I want to be the one he comes home to andnot just because we’re roommates! But it doesn’t matter because Theo’s notinterested in me, he’s interested in Brett.”

“God you really are anoblivious idiot.”

Liam freezes at thewords. Words that did not come from his Mom but from a voice he knows all toowell. He jumps off the couch and spins around to find Theo standing in thedoorway. Liam’s surprised by how angry he looks.

“Theo…”

“No,” Theo says,holding up a hand to silence him. “You’ve said plenty already. Though I wishyou would have said it to me and not ran off. You’re just lucky Mason calledyour Mom to warn her you might be coming over and she texted me telling me youwould be here.”

Liam turns to his Mom,“You told him to come here? Why?”

Jenna sighs, standingup. “I knew you two would need to talk. Which you really should, Liam. I thinkyou’ll find there’s a lot more to the situation than you realize. Now if you’llexcuse me, I’m going to go upstairs and go to bed. You two are welcome to stayhere tonight, just try not to be too loud will you?”

She squeezes Liam’sshoulder and pats Theo on the back, whispering “good luck” on her way by. Liamwatches as she disappears from view before turning his attention back to Theo.

His shoulders slump ashe leans back against the couch, “Why are you here? I thought you’d be goinghome with Brett?”

Theo sighs, movinguntil he’s standing next to Liam, knocking their shoulders together. “I’m notinterested in Brett, Liam.”

“But you were talkingand you said earlier you had someone you wanted to impress tonight…”

“Yeah you.It was you I wanted to impress because despite the fact thatyou’re kind of an idiot I’m in love with you.” Theo tells him. He’s facingstraight ahead, hands clenched into fists as they rest on his thighs.

“Me? You’re in lovewith me?” Liam asks, having trouble processing the words. “You wanted meimpress me? But we live together! I see you all the time! Iwas there the whole time you were getting ready!”

“I know that,” Theosighs. “I guess I was kind of hoping you would tell me I didn’t need to impressanyone or put in so much effort or something. Then you didn’t, you just keptbickering with me. Which yes, is normal for us. Then when you hardly reacted tome flat out saying I had someone to impress I just… I thought maybe I read thesignals wrong and you weren’t interested. Apparently you are.You’re just shit at admitting your feelings.”

Liam groans, restinghis head on Theo’s shoulder. “Mom’s right. I am an idiot.”

Theo chuckles,bringing a hand up to pat Liam’s cheek. “I’d say we’re both idiots right now.”

“So what now?” Liamasks, lifting his head to look at Theo.

Theo smiles, leaningin to kiss Liam. It’s over as fast as it starts, making Liam whine and lean infor another kiss. Theo just chuckles, “Now I’m going to take you home. The restis up to you.”

Liam’s eyes darken, asudden surge of want flooding through him. “I do believe Brett said there wasno way you weren’t getting laid tonight.”

Theo smirks, “Smartman.”

Liam grins, holdingout his hand for Theo to take. “Take me home?”

Theo slips his handinto Liam’s, an answering grin on his face. “Gladly.”

“Oh thank god!” Jenna shouts from upstairs, causing Theo and Liamto stare at each other before busting out laughing as they make their way outof the house.

Noticeable~ Nolan Holloway

Anon: Can you please write a Nolan imagine where he likes the reader (same grade as him) but she’s a part of the pack so she tries to stay away and her and the high school hunters have a bit of a history (bad history, almost like Hayden and Liam did), but then he gets hurt or something and she helps him and they admit their feelings for each other?

A/N: OMG I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME LIKE A MONTH TO DO. I wanted to get it right and I was conflicted, and this is the result, finally.   (I’m sorry if it’s not how you wanted it but your request was vague which don’t don’t me wrong, I like it, but you might not..)  I hope you like it!

Note: Idek what grade Nolan is in because some say he’s a year younger than Liam and co. but some also say he’s the same age as them he just didn’t skip a grade. At the point that he can drive, I’m just going to say he’s at least sixteen and for the sake of my plot, that he’s the same age as Liam because in the beginning of the season when Liam, Mason and Corey went to see Monroe for Senior Registration, so did Nolan.. (Please for the love of all things Teen Wolf, don’t fight me on this!)

warnings: blood, fighting, violence, cursing because we’re all mature adults here (not really but it’s not a lot.), spoilers for Teen Wolf episodes.

word count: like 3.4k but idk

______

You and Nolan Holloway were about as compatible as dog and cat.

Yet, that never deterred his painfully noticeable infatuation with you.

Nolan was a sweet kid, don’t get you wrong, and definitely attractive (And definitely indeed- from the splattering of freckles across his defined cheekbones, his piercing yet gentle blue eyed gaze, to the light brown hair that flopped across his forehead when it wasn’t styled, he rivaled an abercrombie model.) and probably one of the most considerate and thoughtful humans to grace this earth- but that was the problem.

Nolan is human.

You are not.

And considering the raging war pitting hunters versus werewolves like yourself, any relationship with the human turned hunter would end badly.

Besides, you were never really into Shakespeare, but freshman English gave you a little insight on what happened when Romeo fell in love with Juliet, and with Nolan being the Montague to your Capulet, you see where this is going…

It wasn’t even like you could tell Nolan these things, or even to gently back off,  because every adorable gesture was completely, or at least to his knowledge, “anonymous.”  From the flowers in your locker, to the notes on your desk, catching Nolan’s eye was impossible. The boy was obviously shy, and from his chemosignals, not only was he in love with you, but he was too scared to talk to you.

That alone could convince you to marry him, but it was just not possible.

You’re a werewolf. Nolan is a werewolf hunter. It just can’t be..

You had to stay away, no matter how much you wanted him.

Besides, you might have a few issues with him and his friends, not only for what they did to Corey, Brett, Lori and Liam, but for what you did to them in retaliation..

Liam had been the last straw- and had also firmly stuck your resolve to never get involved in any way possible with Nolan, for not only his protection, but for your own. If he could attack Liam like that, who’s to say he wouldn’t do the same to you if he ever found out?

Besides, the way you tore into Gabe and the lacrosse team afterwards while Liam healed and Nolan was elsewhere and basically gave yourself away, you and the hunters had history- and that’s not including the fact that you shared History class with some of them.

And it made the red rose in your locker all the more painful. So he didn’t know yet, not that it mattered.

“Nolan, I presume?”

A voice next to you caused you to practically jump out of your skin, tossing the flower back into the locker and slamming it closed in a flash, the speaker laughing with amusement.

“Liam, what the hell are you doing here?” you hissed, peering around at the students milling the halls, praying no one was paying attention to your fellow beta. Luckily everyone’s attention was seeking and avoiding Gabe and Nolan, especially after the whole hand incident, unaware the two teens were not going to be returning anytime soon.

Liam noticed my unease, rolling his eyes- piercing, and blue like Nolan’s, but all comparison stops there. Where Nolan’s are gentle, Liam’s are fierce with his I.E.D., and his protectiveness and determination, and all out irrational impulsiveness- before putting a comforting arm around my shoulders as we walked, rubbing his scent on me, making me relax instantly. Scent marking  was a common occurrence among wolves, but not in our pack, and as a born wolf, you craved that kind of pack intimacy and Liam understood that. They all did, and all made a conscious effort to take part whenever they could.

“Calm down, Y/N, I’m not going to class or anything.” he mutters, and you open your mouth to inquiry further, but he continues. “I’m meeting someone in the library, and I thought I’d check on you first.”

Of course. Pack baby Y/N was forced to go to school while the others skipped. Granted, majority of them were out of high school, but still. Liam was the same age as you, despite being a grade ahead, and yet everyone saw that as plenty.

“Meeting who? Aren’t you supposed to be training with Scott and Malia and Deucalian?” You tired to hide the bitterness in your voice to no avail.

“Don’t be like that, Y/N, I’m supposed to be in class too.” he assures. “But I’m meeting with… someone who has intel. Necessary intel.”

Your eyebrows rose to your hairline. “Intel? On the hunters?” At Liam’s nod, you were quick to attach your arm to his like a vice. “I’m coming with.”

Liam snorted. “The hell you are- Scott’s already going to lose it when he finds out I skipped. You’re not coming. Besides, it’s dangerous. I’m not even sure if I’m even getting intel, or just kicking some hunter ass.”

“Liam, if it’s going to be dangerous that’s all the more reason for me to come.” you point out, and his face shows the unease, and you scowl. “You can’t go alone, and I’m a born wolf. I’m a Hale. I know how to protect myself.”

Liam shrugs, convinced. “You’re right. We’re basically co- Alphas in Training. You don’t deserve to be sidelined.”

“Thank you.” you huff, and Liam laughs. “So who’s your ‘informant?’”

Liam winces, his answer more like a question. “Nolan?”

_____

You’ve been pacing outside of the library for what felt like hours, although it was most likely only minutes, when Liam finally appeared.

“Finally!” you scoffed. “I was about to officially report you as dead.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Well thank God I came out, huh?”

You shook your head. “We’re still waiting for you to come out, Li.” At his confused puppy face, you laugh. “There’s only so many heart eyes you can exchange with Theo before the truth comes out. What was your mantra? What three things cannot long be hidden? The sun, the moon, the what?”

Liam fixes you with a glare, lips sealed, so you answer yourself.

“Oh, that’s right, the truth.”

Liam ignores your laughs, unlocking his car, a new blue Toyota since he finally got rid of that stupid truck that he stubbornly kept for a year even though it constantly broke down. Not every car can be like Roscoe and run on duct tape. That Jeep was supernatural all in itself.

“Yeah, whatever. The only hidden truth around here is your reciprocated feelings towards Nolan.” He ignores your petulant growl, smirking. “Speaking of, we’re meeting him at the hospital.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “What’s at the hospital?”

Liam’s hands clenched a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, flinching. “Nothing good. Listen, you’re going to stay here while I go see what it is-”

“Hell no- what happened to not sidelining me?” you argued, and Liam’s eyes flashed in annoyance.

“Oh, Y/N, cool it, I’m not sidelining you.” he scowls. “You’re going to stay here while I go see what it is, and then follow after ten minutes.”

You purse your lips. “Why can’t I just stay with you? Watch your back?”

He rolls his eyes. “Because Nolan will probably have a heart attack if you came with us.” You snorted, slightly blushing at how adorable that is, thankful the car was dark and Liam couldn’t see it. “And you are watching my back, from a distance.”

You sigh, contemplating. You were still helping, and you weren’t going to be in close proximity to Nolan, so it was really a win win.

“Alright, but make it five minutes.” you agree, and Liam glares at you as he exits.

“Ten.” he insists firmly, closing the car door behind him just as firmly.

“Seven?” you grin, and he shakes his head, holding up ten fingers.

You decide to mess with him a bit, holding up a hand with all five fingers on display, nodding.

He scowls, shaking his head vehemently, and you continue to nod, holding up five fingers, then give him a thumbs up as to say, “Five minutes, got you.”

Liam just waves you off in defeat and disappears into the hospital doors.

“Ten minutes.” you mutter to yourself, kicking you feet up on the dashboard, sighing in boredom already.

____

It was precisely five minutes and thirty seconds later when you started to get a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

It was seven and seventeen when you watched a group of hunters enter the building, locking it behind them, moving too fast for you to reach them first.

And it was eight minutes and three seconds when you decided to botch Liam’s orders and enter the building.

Which, needless to say, brought trouble, and three unconscious hunters, and two floors later, you smelt blood.

Fearing for Liam, you followed the scent, picking up on three distinct smells: Nolan, Liam, and Gabe.

And now you ran.

It was precisely nine minutes and forty five seconds since you began your mental timer that you found not Liam, but Nolan unconscious and bleeding on the hospital floor.

“Oh my God.” You couldn’t help but rush to the boy, heart in your throat, a sick painful discomfort settling where it used to beat.

Because despite it all, it turned out your feelings for Nolan were a little stronger than you originally thought.

“Nolan?” you whispered, immediately taking his hand in yours to take some of the pain.

The other junior groaned, stirring a bit, and you weren’t a medical professional, but you took a guess that was a good sign, and kept your hand locked with his.

“Nolan?” you tried again, and you were rewarded with sweet, slightly dazed, blue eyes staring in disbelief into your own.

“Y/N?” he whispered. “I’m dead.”

You scoffed around a laugh. “You’re not dead. Just hurt.”

He shook his head, then winced in regret at the action. “No, I have to be dead. I’m seeing an angel.”

You were, for once, completely speechless.

But that was a good one, even you had to admit.

“Sorry, inappropriate timing.” he rambled, and you helped him when he went to sit up, tugging him so he could rest his back on the wall. “But well, I never have the guts to actually talk to you, and here you are, and I’m never going to get the courage to ever again, so-”

“Nolan,” you cut him off gently. “The hospital is on lock down. You were just beaten up by someone-”

“Gabe.” he cuts you off in retaliation. “It was Gabe.”

You let that settle for a moment, composing yourself. And that just cemented your desire for Gabe’s demise. First you pack, now Nolan?

“Okay, you were just beaten up by Gabe,” you continue thickly. “And we have no idea how bad.”

He groans in pain again, as if proving your point, and you don’t think- it’s second nature for a born wolf, and it just comes automatically, like you’re on autopilot- as you siphon his pain.

His eyes widen as it disappears, his gaze snapping from you to your entwined hands in shock, no doubt at the black lines squirming their way from him to you.

And now he knows.

“Nolan?” you begin timidly, scared of how he’s going to react, especially from the way his eyes haven’t moved from where they’re stuck on our hands.

“You’re- we’re- you-” he begins.

You nod. “Yeah, I took your pain. I’m a werewolf, and I can do that, and Nolan, I… Nolan?”

Nolan wasn’t even listening to your stammering.

“You… You’re holding my hand.” he finally gets out. “You… Y/N Hale is holding… holding my hand.”

You furrow your brows. “Uh, yeah..”

“Oh my God, we’re holding hands!” he exclaims, wide blue eyes meeting yours, and you quirk an eyebrow, stunned. “That’s awesome! I’m holding hands with the hottest girl in school!”

“Wait, what about all that other stuff?” you query, ignoring the hottest girl statement, but secretly preening.

He tilts his head a bit like a puppy. “About you being a werewolf? I know that.” he shrugs.

Your mouth falls open. “You know?”

He nods.

You let go of his hand, backing away from him. “You know, and you don’t care? A hunter.”

He makes to get up before deciding otherwise and sinking back to the floor. “Yeah, I know. And I don’t care… I..”

“You don’t care.” you echo in disbelief. “Mister Expose All Werewolves doesn’t care?”

He winces. “It’s different with you.”

Your arms fold and meet your chest. “How? Last I checked, I’m the same as every other werewolf.”

He shakes his head rapidly, ignoring the throbbing. “But you’re not like every other wolf! You’re Y/N Hale!” he insists as if it’s explanation.

“What does that even mean?” you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“You’re different. You’re Y/N.” he states. “You play soccer, and you’re really good- so good you’re the captain, and have been since freshman year. You get honor roll every semester, effortlessly might I add. You don’t like tomatoes, in fact you despise them, but you insist on having ketchup on your fries. You like the color black, but white is your favorite, so you paint your nails grey, and you never wear yellow. Your smile lights up a room, and your departure dims it. You have a million thousand options, and ten gazillion boys who would marry you on the spot, but you prefer to either be single or be with Liam, and it breaks my heart everyday.

"So no. You’re not like every werewolf, Y/N Hale, you’re the love of my life.”

You open your mouth to respond, you open your mouth to say.. something, you’re not even sure how to answer that giant heart melting sentiment, but the door opens before you could, and your claws are out, eyes burning yellow at the intruder.

“Easy, Y/N it’s me.” Ms. McCall.

“Sorry, you can’t be sure.” I apologize, and she nods.

“That is true. They have hunters swarming the place.” she turns her attention to Nolan, who wouldn’t meet her eyes. “What happened to him?”

“Well, his friends sort of betrayed him.” you explained, and her face softened. “Actually, if you could make sure everything’s fine, that’d be great.”

She nods, somewhat reluctantly, and after a few minutes of lights in his eyes, and dabbing with cotton balls, it becomes clear Nolan is fine, and we had to find the others.

“So you haven’t seen them?” you query with concern, a little peeved Liam called Mason and Corey before you, but then again, as Nolan explained the whole wolfsbane IV thing, medical things weren’t exactly your forte.

Melissa shakes her head. “Not yet. But we’ll find-” she cuts herself off as we watch a hunter slink towards a corner, crouching and aiming to take a shot, and Melissa takes off first, sticking a long taser into his neck.

“Damn, I didn’t even notice she had that thing.” you mutter, and Nolan shrugs in answer, and you both race to disarm the next hunter, noticing Theo and Liam watching in bewilderment.

“When did you get here?” you ask Theo, who narrows his eyes at you.

“More like when did you get here? Shouldn’t you be in school?” he sneers, and Liam elbows him, hard.

“Yes, at night, of course how silly of me.” you snark, and he scowls.

He opens his mouth to retort, but Gabe materializes behind them, and you cry out more for Liam’s sake than his. “Get down!”

They run, Theo pulling Liam protectively, and you pull Nolan down with you, shielding him, knowing a bullet would be less damaging to you as Gabe fires shot after shot.

Well by some miracle, or maybe since Gabe is a horrible hunter, both boys are only hit once, and Liam is back on his feet before you can blink, fighting with Gabe for the gun.

“Liam!” you call out fearfully, and you can sense Nolan’s faint jealousy. “Oh, stop. Liam is like a brother to me.”

He blinks in shock. “So you don’t like him?”

“Romantically, no. Pack wise, yes. Way more than Theo.” you answer, ignoring Theo’s growl.

Nolan looks puzzled. “So who do you like then?”

“What are we, in fourth grade?” you snarl, turning back to Liam and Gabe as they tussle. “Focus, Nolan.”

And focus he did, because once the words left my mouth, we both noticed the hunter with the gun around the corner, and Nolan reacted first.

“Nolan!” you protest, but he ignores you, ripping a fire extinguisher (which is so Stiles, I can’t) from the wall.

“I can’t get a clear shot- what do I do?”

“Shoot them- shoot them both, I don’t care!” Monroe.

You’re up after that, but too late. You’re all too late, besides Liam who dives out of the way of the bullets, and they all fall on Gabe. One round, two rounds, five rounds, you lose track, and while you’ve dreamed of Gabe’s demise, not like this. Not by his own people, and not so ruthlessly.

Nolan hits the man in the head like a badass, and the guy crumples to the floor, and you’re by his side in an instant, pulling him into a hug.

Your eyes flit to where Gabe was, following the long smear of blood to where it leads to his bleeding sniveling form against the wall.

“It hurts.” he whimpers. “It hurts.”

You don’t move. You don’t speak. You don’t want to help. But you can’t bring yourself to not care.

The only one moving is Theo, and he’s tearing up as he approaches the fallen hunter, and for a minute you think he’s going to put him out of his misery.

Well, he does. But not by death.

He takes his pain.

Mason and Corey are there in this silent moment, as we all watch in awe, and Gabe looks to Theo who frowns.

“Does it hurt anymore?” he whispers, to which the hunter can only shake his head.

“Good.” the chimera whispers, and silence engulfs us all.

____

“Someone pick up, anyone- tell me what’s happening!”

Liam’s voice is low when he answers, Theo right behind him. “You lost.”

A sob escapes my throat, not a sad sob despite a classmate just dying in front of me, but one of relief. “It’s over.”

“Well, actually, there’s still-” Mason begins, and Corey grabs his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Just let her have this,” he mumbles, and they both nod.

It’s over. The war is over.

“It’s over.” I repeat, turning back to Nolan, who was still holding me.

“It’s over.” he smiles, and I laugh.

“So that means werewolves and humans aren’t enemies..” You grin. “So that means I can do this.”

And then you press your lips to his, and he kisses back.

“You can do that anytime you want.” Nolan responds, and you grin.

“Good.”

And then your lips are back on his, and let’s just say that won’t be the last time for a long time.

(GIFS are not mine, I literally looked them up on google always..)

Welp and that’s finally posted and wow i love Nolan and my ask box is empty…

Near Death Confessions - Brett Talbot

Summary: After Brett almost dies, he tries to get you to confess your feelings

Word Count: 822

Author’s Note: I tried to write a drabble. Even though Brett wasn’t a main character, I’m still bitter about his death, so I wanted to write something where he lives

P.S. I’m suppose to be reading for my test. Stay in school kids. 

Masterlist 

You were fiddling with your fingers on the edge of Brett’s bed. He told you to wait there while he talked to Lori. You almost lost him tonight. Thanks to Liam, you and Lori found him before it was too late.

The whole night kept replaying in your head. The panic in Lori’s voice when she called asking if Brett was with you. Finding his car still at the school. Scott’s pack showing up to help search the woods for him. Smelling his blood in the air, then the strong scent of fear that followed.

Brett and Lori were in Satomi’s pack with you. Brett was your closest friend in the pack. The two of you did almost everything together. After everything that’s happened in Beacon Hills, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t left long ago. Part of the pack already died during the deadpool. But you were loyal to Satomi and you knew Brett wouldn’t leave, so you stayed.

The sound of the door creaking open made you raise your head. Your eyes met Brett’s and a small, sad smile covered your face.

“Hey,” Brett spoke first breaking the silence.

“Hey.”

The bed dipped as Brett sat next to you on the bed. Normally, when you and Brett were together, it was never quite. One of you was always talking. Now, there was an awkward silence that was slowly killing you. Your shoulders slumped as you sighed refusing to look Brett in the eyes.

“How’s Lori?”

“She’s…,” Brett paused trying to find the right words. His hands slid down his face in frustration. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I almost died tonight. She’s not okay.”

Brett’s hands rested on his thighs as he stared off into space.

“This is a stupid question,” you finally looked into Brett’s eyes, “but are you okay?”

Lori and you brought Brett to the animal clinic so Deaton could check out his wounds. The Wolfsbane the hunter used was causing him to heal slower than normal. 

“Physically, I’m alright. Whatever Deaton did let me heal.”

“And mentally,” you asked when Brett didn’t continue.

“I’m furious. I’m aggravated. I’m annoyed. I couldn’t get away from them. If you guys wouldn’t have gotten there when you did…” Brett’s voice trailed off. He shook his head trying to forget the thought.

“But we did get there,” you said trying to comfort Brett, placing your hand on his back.

He picked his head up, his eyes meeting yours. He stared into your eyes like it was the first time he was really looking at you. It felt too intimate for two people who were just friends, but you couldn’t look away.

“Lori told me everything that happened,” Brett spoke still gazing into your eyes. “She told me what you did.”

You swallowed trying to control your nerves before you spoke. You were always around Brett. Why was this time making you so anxious? “I didn’t want you to get hurt,” you spoke softly. “You would have done the same for me.”

“I would,” Brett responded. “I would do anything for you. Y/N I-.”

“Brett, we don’t have to talk right now,” you interrupted the beta wolf. “A lot has happened, and our emotions are running crazy right now,” you said getting up from his bed. You were afraid one of you was going to say something you couldn’t take back. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship. Things usually went horrible in Beacon Hills, and you didn’t want your relationship with Brett to be one of them.

Brett quickly stood up grabbing your arm and turning you so you would face him again. “Y/N, we have to talk about this. I almost died. I don’t want to go another moment not telling you how I feel. And after tonight, I know you feel the same.”

“You don’t know anything, Brett. I did what any friend would do.”

“You honestly expect to believe you want to just be my friend.”

You crossed your arms over your chest turning your head away from Brett.

“Answer me, Y/N,” Brett shouted. He was tired of you both hiding your feelings for each other.

“What do you want me to say,” you yelled back. “That seeing you lying there in those tunnels bleeding out scared me more than anything else I’ve seen before. That if I lost you, it would be like losing a limb. I wouldn’t be able to function without you.” You were back to staring in Brett’s blue eyes unable to break eye contact. “You want me to tell you that I love you as more than a friend,” you finally admitted.

After your confession, Brett grabbed your arm and pulled you against his tall frame. His lips collided with yours in a passionate and hungry kiss. After what felt like forever of pent up feelings, the two of you finally said how you felt. And all it took was a crazy hunter.