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thetinyboio · 8 months

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Welcome Home [Cult of The Lamb A.u]

Prologue [Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5] TW: Medical related talk minor though

Poppy raised her feather as if ready to argue but decided against it, not wanting to create more tension.

"Alright," she conceded, "just make sure he stays calm if he wakes up too soon again. He may need a revision."

With that, Poppy made her way to the nurse's station to gather more information about the medications everyone would require for the evening. Barnaby, still seated with his arms crossed in the corner, maintained his vigilant watch over the sleeping Wally and Thoth. Thoth’s gaze shifting awkwardly to the bedding, seemed uncertain in the silence.

Barnaby, attempting to break the ice and ease Thoth's unease, finally spoke up.

"Aye, kid. I'm not gonna bite. So just relax, okay?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You like jokes?"

Thoth gave a small, hesitant nod.

Barnaby grinned, his nubby tail giving a playful wag.

"If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?" He paused, awaiting Thoth's response, but they shrugged in confusion.

"Pilgrims," Barnaby answered with a chuckle.

Thoth, still slightly perplexed, managed a small smile.

Barnaby continued his efforts to lighten the mood. "Oh! What did Baby Corn say to Mama Corn? Where's Popcorn?" He looked at Thoth, hoping for even a slight chuckle.

Thoth replied with a puzzled, "I'm sorry?"

Barnaby persisted, "Aw, come on, kid. Not even a fake laugh?"

Thoth finally caught on, he was trying to make them laugh. Barnaby posed another joke. "Mmm… How does the moon cut his hair?"

Thoth played along, asking, "How?"

Barnaby grinned triumphantly, "Eclipse it."

Thoth tilted their head in understanding and smiled a little, finally getting the joke. Barnaby let out a small laugh of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness. You do have a sense of humor… well… ain't no medicine better than the healing power of laughter."

He sighed, glancing over at Wally. "Oh, little buddy… what a mess, pal…"

Thoth, their expression softened with sympathy, looked between Barnaby and Wally. "How close are you two?" They inquired, their curiosity and concern evident in their eyes. "We've been knowing each other since we was in grade school, practically brothers sometimes," Barnaby reflected, his eyes drifting down to Wally before returning to Thoth. "I wish I knew who he was looking for; maybe I could have helped find them..."

Thoth listened intently, their curiosity piqued by the depth of the bond between Barnaby and Wally.

"Oh, I see..." Thoth responded, their tone tinged with a hint of melancholy. "I don't think I had a friend like that... He's really lucky to have people such as yourself and Miss Poppy to care about him..." They fidgeted with their bandages, lost in thought. "Where I come from... the only person that cared about me was my mother..."

Barnaby's eyes softened, and he offered a sympathetic nod. "Your mother sounds like a real sweet lady. I hope to meet her someday. Gotta know who raised such a smart and wise little guy!" He smiled, a touch oblivious to the somewhat somber tone of their conversation.

Thoth let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sad sigh, their gaze fixed on Wally.

"I think that would be the first positive thing my mother would have ever heard about me," they admitted. "I've always been told I daydream too much or don't pay enough attention, that I come off as ignorant..."

As the room settled into a brief silence, both Barnaby and Thoth found themselves contemplating the complexities of their pasts and the unique connections they had formed with Wally, their dear friend whose quest remained shrouded in mystery.

"Well, whoever says that is dead wrong," Barnaby insisted, his frown conveying his sincerity. "I think you've got a good head on your shoulders! Better than most I've seen out and about sometimes."

Thoth's smile grew slightly at the compliment, appreciating the encouragement. "You're very kind," they replied. "But just to be fair, I think if I was a bit smarter, I probably wouldn't be where I am now."

Thoth's thoughts turned inward, dwelling on past regrets. "Maybe if I would have said something... they wouldn't have taken her." They sighed, fidgeting with their itchy bandages. The itching only seemed to exacerbate their frustration. "At least when you wake up next, you'll have others waiting for you..." Thoth couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Wally's circumstances.

Barnaby, noticing Thoth's discomfort, tried to offer a solution. "Well, maybe, but you're here now," he pointed out optimistically. He shifted his chair so he was positioned between Wally and Thoth. "Best to make the most of it, ya know... Oh, hey, want me to see if Poppy can get something for that itch? Hate to see them have to cone ya; I've had to have that too many times when I get into a little too much trouble."

Thoth chuckled lightly, appreciating Barnaby's concern. "Yeah... sorry, guess I burned my paws really badly..." They sighed, their mind wandering to the uncertain future. "At least when you wake up next, you'll have others waiting for you..." Thoth couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Wally's circumstances.

Barnaby pondered Thoth's predicament for a moment before offering a solution. "Hmm, well, not that comes to mind, but I don't think you should worry about that after such an accident," he suggested. "But let me make some calls; I might be able to set you up someplace! Worst comes to worst, I've got an extra room; you can stay there till you get on your paws! Don't stress yourself over it, okay?"

Poppy's gentle interruption broke the reverie of Barnaby and Thoth, her presence a welcome one as she returned with the evening medications.

"Sorry to intrude again, but I have your meds!" she announced, placing a small cup of water and the necessary medicines next to Thoth, giving them time to take it when they were ready. She then efficiently replaced one of Wally's IV bags and disposed of the old, empty one.

She turned to address Barnaby with a hint of reluctance. "I do also hate to say this, Barnaby, but at 10, you'll have to go home, visiting hours are over by then. But I did okay it with the staff for you to come in with me tomorrow to check up on them."

As the medication began to take effect, Thoth's anxiety slowly dulled, and exhaustion overcame them. The room around them started to blur, and the bickering between Barnaby and Poppy became distant and dreamlike. In the hazy realm between wakefulness and slumber, Thoth was aware of their surroundings but felt detached from reality.

They listened to the back-and-forth between Barnaby and Poppy, the two friends bantering about Barnaby's insistence on staying by Wally's side. The sound of Poppy shooing Barnaby out of the room drifted into Thoth's ears.

Thoth's thoughts swirled, a mix of drowsy confusion and the effort to be polite. "...Oh? They're leaving? ...It was nice meeting you..." They mumbled silently in their mind as they succumbed to the medication's effects, descending into deeper unconsciousness.

In this dreamlike state, Thoth's mind played tricks on them, conjuring odd shapes and colors that danced before their closed eyelids. Amid the swirling patterns, a distant voice echoed—an all-too-familiar voice, that of their mother.

"Stop daydreaming, Thoth. You'll get yourself in trouble," the voice chided, a reproach echoing from the depths of memory.

Thoth's dreamscape shifted, Their ears perk up hearing the strange voice once more.

"Nice to meet you three properly!" the figure greeted, its voice echoing mysteriously in the dreamlike void. Thoth looked around but found no one else in this peculiar dreamscape. The unsettling encounter left them with more questions than answers, as the enigmatic presence lingered in the depths of their unconscious mind.

Thoth's heart raced as they tried to make sense of the surreal encounter. The towering figure before them, with its window-like eyes and long wild red hair and humanoid features, sent shivers down their spine. They stammered in confusion and fear, their voice trembling.

"Three?... W-who?... What… What is this?... Where's Miss. Poppy? Where am I?" Thoth's wide-eyed gaze scanned the endless darkness that surrounded them, a sense of disorientation taking hold. The echoing clunking of metal chains only added to their anxiety, reminiscent of the haunting nights in their previous cell.

The enigmatic figure responded, its words echoing through Thoth's dreamlike state. "Fear not, you are still in that world with the sweet bird and the large dog," it reassured them, its tone strangely calm despite its imposing appearance. "I have just projected myself into your mind while you sleep. My name, I've long since forgotten, as I've been imprisoned for so long. But you may have heard of me as 'The One Who Waits So Below.'"

The figure, seeing Thoth's unease, made a gesture of goodwill by shrinking its projected form to a more manageable size. It extended a hand toward Thoth, its intentions unclear yet seemingly welcoming.

"Pleased to finally meet you," it offered, its voice holding a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

Thoth, though still gripped by fear and confusion, stared at the large figur’s hand, unsure of the true nature of this strange being and the implications of this mysterious encounter.

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somebirdortheother · 8 months

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Hello my beloved Birdy. I have returned. I've considered not sending you any other message because, well… I thought I was getting on your nerves, quite frankly. But tonight, as I was watching episode 8, I realised that if you weren't madly in love with my commentaries, you would simply delete them and block me! So here we are again, in the pit of madness.

I want to point out right off the gates that I'm still very crossed with you. Hari is still done for, and now they took Salvor as well. This isn't what I signed up for.

Demerzel? Pulling the strings in the shadows? Who would have thought?! But seriously, I find it incredibly funny that Dominion can restore memories. What CAN'T they do?

Mother Magic is an absolute bitch. Sorry. I've said the word. And Gaal is really disappointing me so far. She's smarter than that. She should know better. The moment she knew that Hari was dead, she should've ran for the hills with Salvor.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Hober Mallow is such a King for this. The lack of respect. This is so funny. They really didn't see that one coming, did they?! Also Cleon should've stayed under Demerzel. Honestly, if i'm under Demerzel… I'm staying there.

BEKI WAS SUCH A GOOD GIRL SHE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE. I'm getting really tired of having my heart be broken. There's nothing much left of it.

What I love so much about Day, every Day, is how stupidly dumb they can be sometimes. Going to Terminus… Right… This is such a brilliant plan my dude. Not at all completely stupid. And of course, if the woman whose entirely family you had assassinated (and who KNOWS about it) is encouraging you to go, of course you should.

Day: keep my bride-to-be safe Dawn: don't ya worry buddy. I'll keep her safe and warm in my bed.

Alright, Salvor is alive. I'm forgiving you a little bit.

You know, I wonder how the Haris would interact with each other. Vault!Hari is very cold, hard and detached. He feels like a program. He reminds me of the Architect in Matrix Reloaded, actually. Drown!Hari feels far more human, Would they see each other as brothers, or would they fatally end up hating each other, for wanting to claim sole ownership of OG!Hari's heritage. At least Vault!Hari took pretty well the fact that he was the left hand lol

Poly and Empire are both wrong. Demerzel, too, saw both of Seldon's crises.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. My brain isn't built to endure slightly off chronology without at least a bit of a warning. I'm being mindfucked and they're not even giving me a head's up beforehand. How unkind. Speaking of, Constant is just... super horny. I get it, being close to death can be an aphrodisiac. But good grief, pick your moment!

I CALLED IT!!! I CALLED IT!!!!!!!! I KNEW IT! I'm so freaking brilliant. I'm so stupid but also so smart!!!!!!! Mother Magic is a goddamn nutjob. She's bloody insane. BUT I CALLED IT.

Goddamn it. I called it too. Demerzel was in charge the whole time. Psychohistory is for suckers, I should start my own cult.

6/10 : some parts dragged on, and it felt like a filler episode at times, but I love to be vindicted. Also, even though my heart is still broken in a billion pieces due to Hari's, and now Beki's death, I'm very fond of you, so consider your debt forgiven.

FNG

Hello, dear FNG! Your Foundation watches and episode reviews always delight me!

Before I go any further, I do want to point to this post of mine - I took several hours today to rewatch episodes 5-8 ONLY for the Ignis (drown!Hari, Gaal, Salvor) timeline to pick it apart.

Anywho - that’s the timeline I’ll pick first, since - as you may know, it’s really the only one I care for. To your comment to Gaal being disappointing - I’m with you on that BUT if you read the post I link above, my running hypothesis is that the majority of things we “see” on that planet hasn’t actually happened and occurs as a result of mental manipulation either by Tellem or by Gaal. To go a bit further, I happen to think that the timeline becomes “mostly sketchy” after Tellem approaches Gaal aboard the Beggar in Episode 6.

Re: Drown!Hari - honestly - I think the drowner has at least a trick up his soggy sleeve.

Salvor is always the one with the brain cells.

I liked vault!Hari here, and particularly amused that he ditched his commitment to math and his plan in SECONDS after Salvor mentioned that Gaal needs him. Oh, Hari, you old, lovely fool 😌

Day… every Day - yeah he’s clearly hopped up on idiocy, steroids, and terrible sex with Demerzel - he deserves to go to Terminus and die from tripping over his pants. Or from tetanus.

Demerzel RUNNING THINGS? Quelle surprise!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yeah I was also really upset by Beki’s death. You just don’t kill the pet on a tv show what the fuck 😩

Constant… Hober - I know other Foundation fans will hate me for this but - they have zero chemistry and I find Constant’s awkwardness off putting but to each their own.

MOVING ON TO YOUR FINAL SCORING:

Oh, I’d actually rate this one higher than 6, but possibly because I’m a sucker for “connecting the timelines” using that “vault!Hari scribbles Hober Mallow on the wall because he’s copying Gaal’s homework” trick. It amused me enough to automatically bump up the score to 8.

Nevertheless, I respect your honest review, as always 🫡🫡🫡🫡

Bonne nuit!

P.S. drown!Hari is bloody hilarious. I call him meat!Hari and Rat!Hari. Adding this one to the list.

#fng foundation watch #foundation spoilers #foundation #foundation season 2 #Hari seldon #Gaal dornick #salvor Hardin

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 4

Whether it's called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I've been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this as necessary.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Content (Smut)

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Chapter 4

Sunny days in Los Angeles are not a rarity. In your recent years in the city, there have ben so many sunny days that the slightest hint of cloud coverage makes your bones chilly. The mug is warm against your palms as you curl up in the dining room chair. Calum chuckles when he wakes and finds you bundled in one of sweatshirts at the kitchen table. A rare cool morning that even Calum notes. The windows show a hint of the cloud coverage for the morning. Thin and wispy the clouds are, so much so, Calum’s sure they won’t last past the afternoon.

The acid and worn wash of the Drop Dead hoodie cradles your frame. “Is it that cold to you?” Calum’s hand is gentle on the back of your neck. You look up and purse your lips. A kiss comes immediately as a response.

“Yes,” you say.

“If you had stayed in bed longer, I’m sure it wouldn’t have been so cold to you.”

“Some of us aren’t fortunate enough to sleep like the dead.”

Sleep, shockingly, never evades Calum. He’d fall asleep on a long car ride when he wasn’t driving. He could sleep on planes. But the smallest creak, the faintest thing that sounded wrong could wake you and keep you awake too. “Well, let’s hope Pumpkin gets my sleeping gene and not yours,” Calum offers.

A soft grin lifts your cheeks. “Let’s hope.”

“Shouldn’t you still be asleep?” Joy asks from the kitchen.

Calum laughs, crossing over to kiss her cheek briefly. “We’ve got plans today. So I can’t sleep too long.”

“I get it. Just leave me with Duke,” Joy teases, sliping one arm around his torso in a slight hug.

“At least he likes you.”

“At least there is that too. You want breakfast before heading out? I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ll help,” Calum states.

“Alright, if you insist,” Joy answers.

“I insist, Mum.”

“The man insists,” you tease and scoot by both of them to rinse out your mug from your morning tea. The lack of caffeine has helped you fall asleep most days now as you feel a slight sluggishness, but it doesn’t keep you asleep.

Joy’s laughter in response bounces off the kitchen walls. You announce your departure to walk Duke. The usual route holds no surprises. Duke pauses at every bush to sniff and take hold of the scents. You let him, hands grazing over your stomach out of habit. On the return back to the house, you wind up carrying Duke. It’s not an unusual sight as he tends to overexert on the first lap of the walk and about halfway back, he stops for longer and longer stretches of time.

“It’s gonna be strange buddy. You won’t be the baby baby anymore. Forever in our hearts the baby Grandpa. But there’s another little one coming soon,” you whisper into his fur.

Duke only snuggles into your hold. You know it’s a mixture of your scent and Calum’s luring him even closer, but part of you can’t let go of the idea that Duke knows what’s happening too. You pray all of you are ready for it.

The house smells of pancakes when you return. The morning goes smoothly and eventually warms just a hair. You and Calum pack for the weekend long adventure. Joy gives both of you hugs as you leave and then you’re back into the air of the day. A small sliver of sun peaks out. It feels nice on your face and though the last few weeks have felt a tornado this crack in the wispy cloud coverage gives you the small respite that you need.

“You’re a cat now, huh?” Calum laughs, leaning against the passenger side door. “Soaking up any amount of sun you can get.”

“Trying to,” you return and then step down from the porch. Calum is quick to get to your side.

The first bit of the drive passes in silence. Even still Calum’s sure to keep one hand on your knee and you wrap your fingers gently around his. “How are the shows going?” you ask. “ I feel like everytime we talk it’s about the baby.”

“Pumpkin is important,” Calum returns. The smile is evident in his voice. “The shows are going really well. It’s funny sometimes. Being on stage, seeing fans, or being in interviews and when they ask how we’re doing or if anything is happening in our lives and it’s almost always about the singles and the new album. But for me, I’ve got a little thing I’m keeping closer to me. And they don’t know.”

“Good funny or bad funny?”

“Good funny. Like, I’m so excited about this. But I want this for myself. And it’s like, oh boy if they only knew what was really behind the music and shows.”

The smile on Calum’s face lights up his whole face. For a moment, you feel the warmth of the radiant state. With a gentle squeeze of his hand, you laugh. “If it’s a girl, I want her middle name to be Joy.”

Calum’s glance to you is quick, but you still spot the furrow of his brow. “Like after my Mum?”

“Yeah, if you’re okay with that.”

“I-Are you sure?”

“Calum, I am the one proposing the idea. Of course, I’m sure,” you laugh. Out of habit, you bring his hands to your lips and press a few tissues to his knuckles.

“I like that idea. Mum would be ecstatic. I’ve got some ideas if it’s a boy,” Calum returns, risking another look over to you.

“Do you now?” you tease. “Hit me with them.”

“Okay, but please know the middle name is shaky on one of them.”

“No excuses and no worries. Judgment free zone.”

“Okay, so, somehow we’re sharing the same brain. Because I was thinking about Amiri David. And then possible Kauri. Got stuck on the middle name for that one.”

“Are those Maōri names? Is that someone you want to continue to honor?”

Calum shrugs. “It’s just been something I’ve been thinking about. I spent last night thinking about names for a girl, but haven’t come across anything that I liked.”

“I’m behind.”

“No, don’t say that, love.” Calum’s voice is soft as he speaks. “You’ve had a lot on your plate lately. At home, it’s trying to get help to convert the guest room into the baby’s room. You’re dealing with doctor’s appointments a lot more. And then you’ve still got your day job. You’re not behind in the slightest. You’re just dealing with a lot. Is having Mum around helping at all?”

You nod. “Yeah, Joy’s great. I love her. It helps to have someone who knows what the fuck is going on,” you laugh, gesturing to your growing stomach. “It’s helping. She’s got a better eyesight on the whole ordeal so I don’t threaten to murder you when you push back on my ideas.”

Calum’s laughter bounces from the ceilings of the vehicle. You watch the skin crinkle around his eyes. Warmth spreads across your chest at the sight. “It’s healthy to disagree. And I don’t think what you’re suggesting is bad at all. I’m just worried in my own right,” Calum offers.

“I know you are. I just think that a crib is a crib, you know.”

Calum sputters at the thought. “It is not!”

“It is!” you laugh in return.

“It is not!”

“Agree to disagree?” you offer.

“Over my dead body,” Calum retorts.

“If you catch me at the right time,” you joke.

Now from the window, the smell of the sea is stronger than usual. The beach front opens up. Calum continues on beyond it and you watch as the villa comes into your view. Calum stops just for a moment to grab his phone and continues on to the gate. He presses in the code and the gate opens slowly.

“There’s a kitchen so we’ll go out and get groceries in a bit, if that sounds alright?” The question is poised and you hear it from Calum’s lips. However, the sight of the villas renders you nearly speechless. You nod at Calum’s question, peering out of the windows around to the sight that stretches out in front of you. The palm trees sway every so gently in the breeze.

You can’t say that luxury isn’t new to you. Not after the two years you’ve spent with Calum and the way he does overindulge you with expensive watches, spontaneous trips, desert at dinner. But as the gate whirs and opens up in front of you and the road takes you deeper onto the property, you know that what you’d grown accustomed to was far from what could be. The house towers at the end of the driveway with archways that are at minimum fifteen feet--you’d caution and bet they were significantly taller. The windows you know would sparkle in the sun.

“Calum what have you done?” you ask, pressing forward just a smidge in the seat, trying to take in the Spanish shingles adorning the roof in a rust brick color. The shingles are a stark contrast to the beige and whites of the walls.

“What do you mean what have I done?” Calum’s laughter is soft and he follows the path around until he’s just outside the garage doors.

You turn just a little and gesture out to the house in front of you. “Are we not seeing the same thing?”

“Wait until you see the pool,” he grins. He slips out of the truck after the statement and you flounder for a moment not even wanting to conjure an image of what a pool in a place like this must look like.

The front doors lead you into a foyer with more TVs than you and Calum currently have in total. The white marble countertops feel so pristine that you hover your palms over them to avoid getting oil stains anywhere. You follow the house deeper, finding the master bedroom on the first floor. The bathroom is ensuite and the white from the kitchen has followed you here to the bathroom as well. Two other bedrooms greet you on the bottom floor and a wine cellar attached off the side of the bar. You find the side door and directly in front of you is an infinity pool with lounge chairs and extra seating lined around the water.

Next to the pool is a large stretch of grass with a raised deck that looks out into the ocean. You can spot just faintly in the distance a few flags. They must be putting greens, or something golf related. It feels much too massive, much too unreal for you to be standing there in shorts and Calum’s sweatshirt.

“Hello down there!”

You turn to the call and look up to spy Calum standing on the second floor balcony above you. “Hello up there,” you shout in return.

“There’s a lot more in here than I thought would be,” he shouts.

“Oh my god. Save your voice. You’re the one that has to go back on tour after all of this,” you return and then do a light jog to get back into the house. You slide the doors closed behind you and by the time you find the steps that lead upstairs, Calum’s halfway down the second flight. You meet him at the top of the first flight and then carry on up the rounded staircase.

“How big is this house?” you ask. The question is mostly to yourself.

“7 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms. The pool. I found the gaming room upstairs.”

“There’s a wine cellar and bar downstairs.”

“We won’t have much use for that, but good to know,” Calum states and takes your hand as you land on the second story flat. You never told Calum he had to stop drinking because of you. And now, as the both of you became older and with Ashton’s sobriety, drinking feels to be fading to the rearview. Whenever Calum did want something, he’d go for a Whiteclaw, or a beer. But even that’s slowed.

Calum, now, points out the wing with a few other bedrooms and hooks a left to show you the gaming room--a pool table greets you alongside plush chairs that face what appear to be a projector screen. Through there, he leads you to the balcony doors. From this vantage point, the ocean looks much smaller but still vast beneath you. The waves crash against the rocks. You feel bigger, like some all seeing entity, but you know that the ocean will always have you beat. The cresting afternoon warms and more sun peeks through than the morning, which occasionally causes the caps on the waves to sparkle.

Calum winds his arms around you, palms gently rubbing over your bump. “Do you like it?”

“This is massive and gorgeous. Much more than I really think is necessary,” you answer softly.

“Nonsense,” he returns. His lips are soft against your skin. One kiss falls on the back of your neck. Then he places another. You fall back into his chest just a little. The side of your throat now exposed to Calum’s hungry lips.

“We said grocery shopping later right?” he questions. His voice is raspy in your ear.

“Yeah, I think we said something like that,” you return around the soft moan that escapes you. His touch warms your skin.

“Good,” Calum sighs, letting you turn to face him completely.

In the kisses, there’s no worry. You shed Calum’s shirt and kiss down his chest, marveling at the sight that you’ve seen plenty of times. And you want to think it’s like seeing him with new eyes, but that’s not accurate nor complete. You know the moles and the stretch marks--you’d almost considered giving them a name. But Calum in front of you now is more transparent than before. When his hands slip under the sweatshirt, you know the tips of his fingers are going to trace your belly. Like they always do and you know he’s going to tease the band of your pants too while he’s there.

You can anticipate the tug at the hem of the material but it still doesn’t cut the shiver that runs down your spine. You know Calum’s every move. He traces you like roads he’d take to get to and from the studio. You know that when you get impatient with the teasing you can run your tongue right under his left ear and he’ll melt into putty for you to mold. Every move is known, but the effects are all still the same.

The sweatshirt, once a warm refuge, is pulled up and over your head. Being pregnant was weird. With every blink of your eyes something was different. Ankles ache more. Or maybe your back felt tighter. But you knew without a shadow of a doubt something would be different each day. Given that, nothing felt like it could surprise you anymore. However, under Calum’s gaze you’re realizing just how drastic these changes must be. He trails over your chest, down to your stomach, as if knowing the paths but spotting something that had changed along away.

Softly, he smiles and then closes the distance for a moment to kiss you. “I was right about you being hot pregnant.”

You laugh against his lips. “You’re the hot stuff here,” you tease, cupping his face. With the admission, you seal a kiss to Calum’s lips and guide him slowly over to the chairs on the balcony. His hands fall to your hips as he settles into the chair to help you settle onto his lap. Just as a test, you grind your hips down into his. Calum’s head falls back, eyes fluttering close.

The sight of his throat is enticing and you’re more than happy to kiss it, flicking out your tongue too. Calum’s never opposed to a mark from you, but you liked being discrete. It was much more riveting to know that you’d littered his thighs with bite marks and bruises before he went to photoshoots and interviews. Like Calum had secrets on tour about you and the baby, you had secrets well before. Seeing him on the covers of magazines you knew that hours before you had him squirming and shouting his release. You knew that his thighs were sporting purple marks.

Currently all you have access to is his neck and chest and the thought that you can mark him again spurs you. Every moan and exhaled praise keeps you going. Square on his left peck you suck a deep mark on his skin. Calum’s hands, once traveling over your torso, slide up to the base of your neck and he moves your heads up to look at him. Eye to eye, you catch just a second of the mischief twinkle.

Calum’s breath brushes over your lips as he speaks, “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

“Good thing I can write checks my ass can cash,” you whisper.

There’s no verbal response, just a bruising kiss. You’re not even sure how long the two of you stay on that balcony. Between the kisses and teases, it’s almost like you two don’t need anything else. Though your own resolve is breaking. Calum’s hard length beneath you hints at everything that can be, that you’ve missed for the weeks that he’s been on tour and he keeps bucking up at your nips.

“Calum,” you whine after another buck of his clothed hips. Your arms wind around his shoulders.

The desperation leaks from your voice. He watches the way your eyes flutter close and he knows. Everything is melting around you too--the teases, the desire for languid consumption--and now what’s left is a deep desire. This desire feels like it could be a bottomless pit, like it could never be fulfilled. If Calum’s honest, and he is most of the time, he worried for a moment that he’d go too far, that something in him wouldn’t be able to keep it in check and hurt you or the baby.

As much as Calum desired to be this close to you, he feared going too far.

Calum trails his nose up your jaw. “Hey, look at me, please.”

You blink your eyes open at the soft command. Though Calum’s previous teasing showed you a man confident, you catch the flicker of something else in his eyes. “Yes, love?”

“You’ll tell me if anything’s uncomfortable, right?”

You nod. “Are you worried about hurting me and Chickadee?”

“A little,” he exhales.

“Well, good thing I’m already on top,” you offer. Calum chuckles for a moment, forehead ducking under your chin and resting in the center of your chest. Your touch is soft against his cheek. Calum turns into the touch. “I’ll tell you if anything doesn’t feel right.”

“Promise?” he whispers into your palm.

“Promise.”

“Pinky promise?” It feels childish as it leaves his lips, but he has to make doubly sure. The last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt either one of you.

“Pinky promise,” you answer.

“Okay,” he whispers in return and then presses a kiss to your palm.

There’s no hesitation on your part as you take a moment to stand and disrobe the remaining articles of clothing. Calum follows suit. For a moment, he hates the nerves. It almost takes him away from you, away from this moment that he has with you. This isn’t even a moment that’s just come up. It’s one that he’s dreamt of laying in the bunks of the tour bus. But fear is a hell of a drug.

Your palm is firm on his chest. He goes from watching out over the balcony and sea back to you. You’re in front of him. You’re smiling at him. You’re whispering so softly into his skin that he has to strain to hear the direction to sit back down. You’re slowly climbing into his lap and a moment that used to be a lot more smooth has a couple extra stutters. He tries not to laugh, but you catch the snort anyway.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” you return.

His hands settle onto your hips. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

With a teasing tilt of your head, you ponder the thought. “The jury will agree to that.” The joke’s immediately followed by a kiss. Calum’s eyes flutter close and he tries to think about the way your thighs mold around his. You’re still malleable beneath his palms. Your skin is just as soft as he’s remembered it. When you take hold of his length, he exhales--deep from his chest. Your fingers work deftly over him. His muscles tense and he wants to wrap you in them, but he remembers he’s got to be a bit more gentle right now.

Then you’re sinking down on him and the fear that sparked up is squashed out by the haze of pleasure. At first, Calum just wants to settle and take in the feel of you around him for the first time in a while. But then you’re already pulling up. He rests one handle into the cradle of your lower back, thumb resting in the divet of hip and torso. He goes to speak, beg really, but then you’re slipping back down. No tangible words come out, just the exhale of what was a whine that dissolved into a euphoric sigh.

Your movements are slow. Even time seems to have slowed. Calum watches the way your bodies meet, though the bump does obstruct just a tiny bit of the view, even the addition makes his gut leap. The cadence of your hips drives Calum mad--not because it’s too slow, but because it’s dragging out every ounce of pleasure his body can feel. You feel like you are everywhere. He knows it’s just the desire, it’s the want to have you everywhere that drives the feeling. And he loves it. There’s no way around it. He’d rather have the feeling of you here, now, than anyone or anything else.

Your rhythm falters and he closes his arms around you. “You okay?” he breathes out, trying to keep enough breath in him to talk, but also knowing every ounce of it is also leaving him in the same second he regains it.

You nod, head resting on the top of his shoulder. “Yeah, I swear. Just--fuck,” you gasp. “Feels so amazing. Missed this, missed you.”

Calum smiles at the news. He trails his fingers up your spine and you shiver against him. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” It’s broken due to the panting, but when the sentence falls from his fully, you push up.

The two of you share a deep gaze, bodies still moving in a slow rhythm with each other, but watching the way the pleasure courses through the other. The sight of your pleasure makes Calum’s veins thump hard against the walls and confines of his flesh. What a sight to behold, what an honor to watch you fall over the edge. What a privilege to follow you over that edge too.

With thumping hearts pressed against each other, you two take a moment to come back to your senses. Calum cradles your face in his palms, his slenders fingers tracing random patterns on your cheeks. His presses kisses to the end of your nose and when you finally scrunch up and giggle at the action, he knows you’re back.

“Want a nap and then grocery shopping?”

“Yes please,” you mumble against his lips.

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The spot where Tricky was burned appears to be a sort of glittery stone materieal. It's thin and surface level, but doesn't brush away. They reach up to feel it. "It's... it's stone.."

You look down at the gash the void left in your side. It's stopped dripping, but like Tricky's face the damage areas have turned to stone. "Oh, I guess that makes sense.. this is the same void that turned the titans into stone."

You wade out and collect up the large red eye. It's perfectly smooth, glossy in the water. An intense, angry energy radiates from it, but it otherwise doesn't feel like it's going to hurt you. You pocket the thing. [your cloak has mended a little bit and is now wearable again. You also pick up Tricky's rapier and return it to them.]

"Ok, well... I guess that's three eyes, one dead, two alive!" Tricky walks over to the one frozen in ice, "How are we gonna get this thing back?" "The guild lady said we could call them if it's too big to carry and someone would come help," you pull out Shello and flip it open.

"Hi there!" it chirps sleepily, "I'm not ready to do magic yet!" "That's fine, we just need to contact the guild for some assistance, please."

"Right away!" Shello yawns and then assumes a sort of rotating gyroscope shape for a moment, occasionally chirping "connecting...... connecting..... gotcha!"

It turns into the shape of the guild lady. "You again? You survived?" "Wh- yeah? We shouldn't have?" "Just figured you were so green you'd either give up or die trying." "Oh.." "Hey, just means I judged you wrong kid. I've seen a lotta heroes come and go, enough to recognize the over-eager attitude. Don't take it personally. Guessing you need someone to come collect?" You quickly summarize the situation. She nods. "Wild shit. Alright, yeah we've already got someone on the way. The King will be thrilled, so make sure you stop by for the reward. Good work!"

You pocket Shello ["good night again!"] and walk back to tricky. "So why were they here?" they ask, "They wrecked all the buildings and then just stood in the middle of the lake. What's that about?" "I'm not sure, but there's something in the water that has something to do with them. Maybe they were keeping guard?" "In the water? What do you mean? They were looking up, not down. And how do you know?" "I... it's..." Should we tell them about us? Humphrey ## I don't think Tricky is our enemy. I trust them. ## Mirrow && yeah, they seem really cool. &&

"So... I'm... You know how the Void King destroyed the world forever ago and killed the grand slimes and titans? I'm uh... I'm actually one of those grands, and this," you point to the sword stuck in your core, "is the King's sword. I'm not sure how or why, but I can feel connections to people and things through it, and it's telling me there's something down at the bottom of the lake that has to do with the wild void."

Tricky stares at you with wide eyes. "No way... they all died forever ago... but... that would explain how you felt things about the wild void..."

They begin to vibrate excitedly. "That's so cool omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg you're a grand?? I can't believe I'm adventure buddies with a grand slime?!" "Well, I mean, I'm part of a grand I guess," you say sheepishly, "I lost a lot of my pieces, and can't remember everything. But I'm figuring it out, and I... I trust you, so that's why I'm telling you about it. I don't think it's a good idea to let everyone know what I am just yet, so please keep it between us." They nod enthusiastically, "Of course! I won't breathe a word of it to anyone. Wow... wow....." They look out into the lake. "So... should we go see whatever's down there then, or should we deal with the wild void first? The guild is sending someone to pick them up, should we wait for them?"

#slimequest #intermission 1

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edgyeddiefan · 2 years

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Summary: Season 5. Times change and Steve is stuck in the past.

Warnings: profanity use, angst, fluff?

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“Nance. What year is it?” Steve asked. “1983… are you sure you’re ok Steve?” Nancy asked concern laced in her tone. “Shit. Shit. Shit. What the hell…?” Nancy grabbed Steve’s shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. “Steve? What is happening?” Steve returned the look. “I…Nothing.” “Steve. Don’t give me that. What is happening? I’m worried about you and as your girlfriend I deserve to know.” Nancy responded with a more stern tone. “I told you. It’s nothing.” Steve responded. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me but at the least don’t worry me so much.” Nancy said playfully. Steve rolled his eyes. The couple walked over to the car and Steve pulled the keys out of his pocket. For some reason it was almost instinct now. “Don’t crash us.” Nancy said getting in the passenger side. “Please. I drive children to school almost everyday.” Steve responded. “What?” Nancy said looking over at the boy. “I-Um. It was a joke.” Nancy didn’t buy it but would let it go for now. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway. He knew the way to Hawkins like the back of his hand after driving his kids a million and one times. Driving Nancy wouldn’t be any different right? *Little Time Skip* Ok. So it was really different. Steve realizing just now that they were dating back then and the fact she talked to him a lot more than the kids did. Normally the little shits keep to themselves unless it’s dustin. Eddie never talked much though. Only around the hellfire or when he was scared. “Okay. We’re here. Remember if you feel anything off today just, I don’t know, skip?” Nancy said “Whoa. When did Miss. Perfect talk about skipping?” Steve asked laughing. “Shut it.” Nancy responded laughing along. They both got out of the car and Steve looked around. He remembered a few people from school and a few after his whole asshole stage. “Steve. Come on. We’re going to be late.” Nancy said already walking away. “Yeah. Okay.” He said following the girl. They walked into the doors of Hawkins high. The school filled with students of different ages. “Remember to meet up at my house after school alright?” Nancy said turning to Steve. “Yeah. I remember.” Steve said his gaze distracted. “See you later Harrington.” Nancy said turning to the hallway of her first class. “Harrington! What’s up man?” Steve was quick to turn to the new voice. He could recognize it from anywhere. Tommy and carol. His two bestest buddies from 1983. “Jonathan is being a little bitch today so we decided we wanted to…you know. Teach the little queer a lesson.” Carol said following Tommy. Steve almost forgot how much of an ass he was. “Come on Harrington. You gonna help us or what?” Tommy asked impatiently. “I..I have class.” He stuttered not even sure how to answer. “Alright…if you change your mind you’ll know where we’ll be.” Tommy said confused. Steve hasn’t ever turned down an opportunity to beat the shit out of Jonathan Byers. Steve turned around and followed the other students to his first class. He stepped in the door and most of the students went quiet. Knowing if they made the wrong move bad things would happen. Steve made his way to his seat and before he knew it class started. He never payed attention in class so that’s probably why he failed most of the time. Too busy being Mr. Popular. It was a little while before the end of the day but he made sure to make a mental note to talk to Robin in Clicks class. Robin wasn’t lying when she said Tammy wouldn’t stop staring at him and his hair. His stupid hair as she called it. Today must have been one of the days Robin sat behind him because out of nowhere little baby Robin crept into the classroom and dropped her stuff on the desk behind his. Normally he was the one to make others nervous to talk to him but right now, boy was he the nervous one. What if this affected their relationship in the future? Steve just had to make sure he found out quickly. ———————————————————-

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silverflame2724 · 3 years

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WWX decides to kill two birds with one stone and with the help of WQ reforges the Stygian Tiger Seal into a artificial golden core replacement which she implants into WWX.

WWXs eyes are now permanently red and he has the full power of the seal at his fingertips at all times because its part of him now.

Another side effect of this Stygian Core is discovered when WWX misses JZXs ambush and is instead attacked and disembowled in Carp Tower in full view of the cultivation world but then immediately regenerates without a scratch and blood ruined robes.

Watching WWX be more annoyed at the bloody robes than being disembowled because the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation has apparently cultivated to immortality USING RESENTMENT shakes a lot of people.

“Huh.” Wen Qing says as she observes yet another failure of Wei Wuxian’s inventions quite literally blow up in his face. “So this Seal of yours protects you?”

Wei Wuxian coughs from the smoke of his busted invention, “Well, yeah. What about it?”

“It’s sentient, correct?”

“Yeah....?”

“Hmm.” Wen Qing observed the Seal slowly bobbing up and down. “Can you circulate resentful energy through the Seal for a moment? Don’t make it do anything. Just channel resentful energy through it like you would if you channeled spiritual energy normally.”

“Okayyy??” Wei Wuxian was perplexed but nevertheless obeyed and watched as Wen Qing’s eyes brightened. “What? What is it? Wen Qing, tell meeeeee! Don’t leave me out!!!!!”

“Brat, I’m trying to concentrate.” She scolded him, but her tone was fond.

Wei Wuxian waited a few more moments before it seemed like Wen Qing had seen enough.

“I want you to calm down when I say this, but I think you can reforge the Seal into a core which I can transfer into you.”

Wei Wuxian was silent......for about two seconds. “............What?”

Wen Qing sighed. “Wei Wuxian, when you channeled resentful energy through the Seal, the Seal acted much like how it would if someone were to channel spiritual energy through their core. The Seal can be made into an artificial core is what I’m saying.”

“I.....you are sure?” Wei Wuxian asked. He knew Wen Qing wouldn’t joke about this.

“Yes. I’m about eighty percent sure this will go well. I can even knock you out when I cut you open this time.”

“I.....okay.” Wei Wuxian was at a loss for words.

“So I’ve rendered you speechless.” Wen Qing smiled. “That kinda feels good.”

Wei Wuxian pouted.

...........

It took a few days to reform the Seal into a form that would resemble a core but Wei Wuxian was a genius and having Wen Qing there to bounce ideas off of helped in giving him a clue as to how a core should look and feel like.

“Are you ready?” Wen Qing asked.

Wei Wuxian, who was one hundred percent not ready, said, “Yes.”

Wen Qing saw through this. “It will be alright.” She squeezed his hand. “This time, it will be alright.”

That was the last thing he heard before he was knocked out.

When he awoke, his eyes had burned for a little before the pain dissipated.

Wen Qing had been in the midst of declaring the operation successful when she suddenly paused, “Huh.”

“What is it?” He asked nervously. Did something go wrong?

“Oh.....it’s, hmm. A’ Ning, get me some water, will you?”

Wen Ning returned not long later and locked eyes with Wei Wuxian. He seemed quite startled and that made Wei Wuxian even more curious. Based on Wen Qing’s reaction, it wasn’t anything bad, but still.....

“Wei Wuxian.”

“Yes?”

“Look at your reflection and you’ll understand why A’ Ning and I looked startled.”

Wei Wuxian did.

And he was shocked to see that his eyes have now become a brilliant shade of red. “What the hell?”

“Mmhm.”

“Why are my eyes red???”

“Well, Wei Wuxian, I’m not sure if anyone’s told you, but you’re aware your eyes turn red everytime you use demonic cultivation, right?”

“Umm, no??”

“Well, they do. And considering what your core is, well. I’m not entirely surprised this happened. It was certainly unexpected though.” She finished cleaning up and left Wei Wuxian to just sit and admire his reflection.

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A week and some carefully supervised experiments later, Wei Wuxian had full control over his core. It was really just the same thing as how one would normally use a golden core, so it didn’t take long for him to get the hang of it. However, considering his core is the Seal, he also had the ability to control thousands of corpses and this time without any of the side effects.

He also spent time trying to get Suibian to respond to him using resentful energy. Considering that the sword was a spiritual sword, he was unsure of the compatibility but Suibian seemed to adapt well enough and Wei Wuxian was so glad he didn’t have to give up ever using his beloved sword again.

The next step on his agenda was to update the wards. Using the power of the Seal to strengthen it was a walk in the park and Wei Wuxian finally felt like despite how the cultivation world was always on the verge of killing him and the Wens, they’d be safe. The wards would hold out.

He then started absorbing all the deep-seated resentment in the soil to make it more fertile as well as trying to clear the Burial Mounds resentment by listening to the stories of the dead and helping them pass on. He also painstakingly dug up all the strewn about corpses, burned them and held proper funeral rites for them.

The crops flourished, the Wens and him were well-fed, and the Burial Mounds started to lighten up. Wei Wuxian no longer looked to be on the verge of death and he was able to cultivate without any problem.

Like this, time passed peacefully.

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He was invited to his nephew’s one month celebration not long later and Wei Wuxian decided that this would be a good time to show the cultivation world that he truly is the grandmaster of demonic cultivation they all claim him to be. (In truth, he never considered himself to be any sort of grandmaster considering how little he knew of demonic cultivation, but it was different now.)

He told Wen Ning and the other corpses - of the resentful spirits that stayed behind saying they wanted to help him - to watch for any Jins since he trusted they’d take this chance to attack the Burial Mounds.

After he put on a concealing talisman for his eyes - since he knew that his different eye color would make a huge uproar -, he took to the skies with Suibian and nearly teared up. He’d missed flying. He’d missed this feeling. Laughing happily, he circulated the resentful energy in his core and sped up, becoming a black blur as he flew straight over Qiongqi Path.

When he landed at the foot of Koi Tower, invitation in hand, the Jin guards seemed surprised to see him there but had to let him in, not wanting to offend him.

Jiang Yanli-- no, it was Jin Yanli saw him and waved excitedly, beckoning him over. Out of his sight, Jin Guangyao and Jin Guangshan seemed surprised to see him there.

“A’ Xian!”

“Shijie!” The form of address slipped out.

Her face softened. “You made it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

The whispers of the people around him, wondering why he was there, surrounded him, but he ignored it. “Shijie, here’s my present!”

She looked at the bell with a little bit of wonder. “What does it do?”

“It’ll ensure that high level resentful beings and below won’t be able to move!”

“Oh, A’ Xian! This is perfect.”

“Thank you.” Jin Zixuan said, awkwardly. Wei Wuxian had forgotten he was there.

“No need! If it’s for Shijie’s son, I’d do anything!”

“He’s my son, too.”

Wei Wuxian made a face at that. “Well, yeah.”

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng called and then stopped. “You have your sword?”

Wei Wuxian shrugged, “Yep!” He twirled around. “I started picking Suibian up again! But let’s not focus on that, Jiang Cheng!”

Jiang Cheng seemed hesitant but dropped it readily enough as they started bickering like they used to.

Suddenly--

“Wei Wuxian!” Someone yelled.

Wei Wuxian groaned. Can one day go on without someone yelling my name with hatred??? Like, please??

“Yeeeeeees?” He drawled tiredly.

And some Jin guy that vaguely looked like Jin Zixuan stomped in, looking murderous. “You, remove the curse that you put on me!!”

Murmurs started up all around them.

“Curse?” Wei Wuxian looked confused. “What curse? And who are you anyway? Am I supposed to know you from somewhere??”

“You know who I am!!”

“No, I don’t actually.” Wei Wuxian scratched his head as he walked forward to get a better look. He really didn’t know!

“That’s Jin Zixun.” His shijie said, coming up to him. “From the Phoenix Mountain hunt?” Before Wei Wuxian could say anything, she continued. “The one that was supposed to apologize to you.”

“Hmm?�� Wei Wuxian thought really hard. “Oh! I remember you now!” He said to a rather red-faced Jin Zixun. “Sorry about that buddy, but uhh I didn’t curse you! I didn’t even remember you until now!”

“It must be you! It has to be you!!” He screamed and it was really grating on his nerves. “See! Look at this!” He ripped his robes open and everyone gasped at the evidence of the Hundred Holes curse on his torso.

Wei Wuxian whistled. “Well, that’s quite some curse. But I still didn’t do it.” Jin Zixun looked ready to refute so he continued, “Why would I curse you secretly when I usually make a big production of those I kill?”

People had to admit he had a point.

Jin Zixun continued to scream expletives until he finally rushed forward and in a rather bold move, drew his sword, plunging forward. However, in his anger, he completely missed his target and the direction of the blade pointed towards Jin Yanli.

“A’ Jie!!” Jiang Cheng screamed

Wei Wuxian was the closest to her and pushed her back, stepping in front of her taking the sword to his gut.

“A’ XIAN!!!” “WEI WUXIAN!!” “WEI YING!!” Jin Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Lan Wangji, who was actually there, all screamed.

And Wei Wuxian who had just been disemboweled, grit his teeth and pulled out the sword. Which, in hindsight, was a horrible decision since blood got everywhere. Though not so much when his stomach stitched itself back together. “................Huh.” I knew I regenerated quickly considering how often I got hurt plowing the fields and digging up the corpses to put them to rest, but damn that was quick. Though..... “My robes!” He fake-cried, turning his attention to a stunned Jin Zixun. “You ruined my robes! I just managed to scrounge up enough money to buy this new pair and you ruined them!!!!” He fretted over the large rip over his abdomen. “What am I going to tell Wen Qing? She just told me not to stain them!”

The entire cultivation just stared at him in silent shock, making Wei Wuxian feel a little self-conscious.

“Uhh, what are all of you staring at me for?”

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng said with all the patience of an exasperated brother. “Is that the only thing you can ask?!” He glared, signaling for two Jiang disciples to restrain Jin Zixun from anymore stupid ideas he’d like to enact. “When did you cultivate to immortality?”

“I didn’t??? What do you mean??”

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, checking him over. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm? I’m a little dizzy considering all the blood I’ve lost, but it’s nothing big!” He grinned. It felt nice to have Lan Zhan care for him rather than fight with him.

“Wei Wuxian, stop flirting with Hanguang-Jun and answer the damn question.”

Wei Wuxian turned his attention back to his brother and pouted at him, missing Lan Wangji’s red ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“A’ Xian.” Shijie said and Wei Wuxian abruptly realized her robes had his blood on them.

“Shijie, I’m sorry I got your robes dirty!”

“It’s fine.” She patted him. “But A’ Xian, I know you didn’t pay attention to those lectures, but only immortals can heal from wounds like that that quickly.”

“Really?”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan confirmed.

“Huh. So I’m immortal?”

“Yes.” Jiang Cheng deadpanned. “And you didn’t even notice it. In true Wei Wuxian fashion.”

Lan Zhan frowned then. He had still been checking Wei Wuxian’s pulse. “Wei Ying, what happened to your core?”

“Hmm? .........Oh shit.”

“Why is it covered in resentment?”

“Oh. Umm.” Wei Wuxian really was at a loss for words now. “We can discuss that later?”

“Wei Ying.”

“Aiya, how do you make my name sound like reprimand?”

“Don’t try to deflect the conversation.” Jiang Cheng said, now paying attention.

Wei Wuxian groaned. “Okay. Well, everyone would have found out sooner or later but umm. I might have cultivated to immortality accidentally via demonic cultivation? Haha, ha......”

No one laughed with him. They all looked pretty shaken and Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh at their reaction. He felt pretty detached from it all, to be honest.

“Can we all just forget about this and continue celebrating Jin Ling’s one month celebration?”

And everyone collectively said, “No.”

“Aww.”

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To this day, I’m still unsure of whether it’s Carp Tower or Koi Tower.

#mdzs #wei ying #wei wuxian #wen qing #immortal wei wuxian #fluff #wei wuxian has a new core #but it's not a golden core #wen remnants #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #jiang yanli #jin zixuan #jin zixun #humor #lan zhan #lan wangji #mild warning for blood

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girlwiththereapertattoo · 3 years

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begin again - part four

Jax Teller x female!Reader

Summary: After the return of her abusive ex-boyfriend, the reader plots her escape

Word count: 2,9k words

Warnings: bad language, alludes to the death of a minor character, physical & verbal abuse & kinda angsty

Author's note: Enjoy the fourth installment and all feedback is welcome! :)

If you’re in an abusive relationship or you suspect that someone you know is being abused, speak up and reach out to the correct people!

Beta read by @crucifixedbitch

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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You examine your face in the mirror, pleased with the job you’ve done to conceal the marks left by B/N. Last night was brutal and you would do anything to erase it from your memory. To never have it happen again.

“Toots!” A loud pounding sounds on the bathroom door, “Come on, sweetheart, we’ve got to go.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I-I’ll be there in a second.” Moving quickly, you pack your makeup back into your cosmetic bag. “I just need to grab my bag.”

“Five minutes, okay?” he sounds irritated with you. “We’ll wait outside.”

With a shaking hand, you zip the bag closed and leave the bathroom for the bedroom. Your handbag is on the bed but your phone’s not on its usual spot at your bedside table and you just know B/N has something to do with its disappearance. And you know that it’ll be a while before you see it again. You’re so upset, it brings tears to your eyes but there’s no time for them. He’s waiting for you and being late will lead to trouble.

S/N and B/N are on the small patch of grass outside the house, kicking around a ball.

“You gotta kick the ball to me, okay kid? You gotta kick it hard.”

S/N scurries towards the ball and kicks it so hard, it zooms between B/N’s open legs and bounces off of the fence. They both cheer from excitement, and S/N runs straight into B/N’s open arms.

“That was amazing, buddy!”

You clap your hands, drawing their attention to you.

“Did you see that, Mommy?”

“I did, ace, and it was so good.” You walk over to join them on the grass, “Hey, sweet boy.”

You haven’t seen your son all morning. You lift him off the ground and hug him to your chest, it feels good to hold him so close to you, and for the second time in the last five minutes, you feel you might cry. The three of you make your way over to B/N’s rental SUV parked on the small driveway.

“Mommy, are you feeling cold?”

You briefly glance over to B/N who’s prepping the baby car seat. “A little. Mommy’s not feeling too well.”

“Do you need chicken soup?”

You chuckle and press a kiss to his forehead, “Will you help me make it when we get back?”

He pinky promises you to. You hand him over to B/N who buckles him into the car seat. It’s not his intention, but you can’t help but feel humiliated by S/N’s question. A turtleneck and jeans in the dead of the summer in Charming, California? That’s sure to raise suspicions.

“Baby, do you not think I should stay behind?”

B/N turns in his seat, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

Pointing at your turtle neck, you explain, “It’s going to draw attention. It’s summer and I’m dressed for winter.”

“And you care what these people think of you?”

Yes, a lot. It’s your fucking hometown, of course, you care! You want to scream at him, claw at his face, but you’re weak. Pathetic. You can’t even muster the courage to get away from him.

“Sweetheart, no one’s going to be looking at you. Trust me.”

Ouch.

“Don’t ruin this outing by being so self-obsessed.” He starts the car’s engine and backs out of the driveway, “Do you want to listen to some music, buddy?”

Today’s your last day in Charming, B/N’s orders. Later on today, you’ll embark on a five-day road trip back to North Carolina. The idea of being trapped in the car with B/N has you regretting every decision you have made in your life that has led you to this point. Forty fucking hours? The car just isn’t big enough and no amount of eagerness from S/N can change your mind.

“When we get back, I need to see Mabel.”

Mabel’s a friendly neighbor who lives down the street from your mother’s. She moved to Charming a few months before your escape to Charlotte, and since your return, she has been a great help.

“Who’s Mabel?”

“She lives down the road.”

“Why do you need to see her?”

To use her phone to call Jax. “I want to give all my mother’s old furniture to charity. She offered to help me organize it.” It’s a believable lie, “It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

After a dragged-out silence, he murmurs a soft ‘okay’ and warns you not to do anything stupid. “I might not be able to stop myself this time around.”

The chilling part is that it’s not an empty threat. You look back at S/N who’s softly singing along to ‘Old MacDonald Had A Farm’, gazing out the car window. Leaving Charming was a decision you made for his sake, to protect him from his father’s world. To give him a shot at a normal childhood, to raise him away from gangs and violence. Instead, you found yourself in the clutches of a wicked man who will one day kill you.

“Mommy, will we see Abel before we leave?”

“No,” B/N responds before you can.

God, you fucking hate him. Your feelings towards him are violent, and you’ve got to come out of the car before you act recklessly.

“Stop the car.” You unbuckle your seatbelt prompting the seatbelt alarm to go off. “Stop the car, B/N, now!”

He pulls into the empty parking space in front of a bridal shop. You frantically open the car door and stumble out of the vehicle, gasping for air. So glad to have distance from the devil you call your boyfriend.

“Toots, what’s wrong?”

You take a step away from him, needing the space. “I need to breathe, B/N.”

That upsets him. “What are you trying to do? Huh? Get in the fucking car so I can drive to the grocery store.”

You pace around in a circle on the sidewalk, contemplating your next move. You can’t run off, B/N could easily catch you and S/N’s still in the car. You can’t leave him, even though you know B/N would never harm him. He loves him too much. Think, think, think! You have a moment of clarity when you look across the street and see who you believe to be Bobby Munson sitting at an ice cream shop. What are the odds?

“Ice cream and candy!” You spin to look at B/N who’s shooting daggers at you. “I want ice cream and we need candy for the road trip, don’t we?”

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

You walk back to the car to open S/N’s door and start unbuckling him from his car seat. “D’you want ice cream, ace?”

His face lights up. “Ice cream! Ice cream!” he chants.

“Alright. Come on.” You shut the car door, S/N clutched tightly in your arms, “It’s just a small pit stop. Do you want any?”

B/N looks furious but there isn’t much he can do to you out in the open. He’s starting towards you when his work phone starts ringing. He has to take the call and so he tells you to go ahead, he’ll meet you inside the shop. You flash him a smile and make your way to Scoops & Sweets. Now that you’re closer, you’re certain it’s Bobby, and he’s standing behind the counter with his arm in a sling, drinking beer.

“Bobby?”

“Y/N?” His stony expression morphs into a smile, “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Bobby.” For the first time in the last 12 hours, you feel safe. “I thought it was you.”

“Who’s the kid?”

“This is S/N,” you look proudly at your son. “Say hello to Bobby, ace?”

Bashful, he waves awkwardly at Bobby before concealing his face in the crook of your neck. You casually look over your shoulder to check if B/N’s still on his call before you turn back to Bobby.

“Bobby, is there a phone I can use? I want to call Jax, there’s something I want to tell him, and my phone’s broken.”

He looks out the window to B/N who’s pacing next to the rental. “Why didn’t you ask your friend to use his phone?”

“He doesn’t like to share.”

Bobby looks back at you. “Jax’s upstairs. Come, I’ll take you up to him. Bring the kid.”

Bobby calls for Chuckie who emerges from what you assume to be the staff break room. When you last saw Chuckie, he had fingers.

“What happened to your fingers?”

“Chinese cut them off,” he holds up his prosthetic hands. “These were a gift from Gemma.”

You regret asking. Bobby orders him to keep watch of the shop and starts leading you towards the flight of stairs.

“Uh Chuckie, a man will come in here looking for me. Could you tell him I went into the bathroom?”

Chuckie nods and you continue on your way with Bobby.

“Is this the new clubhouse?”

“Somethin’ like that.” Bobby leads you and S/N down a short hallway and stops in front of a closed door. He knocks once before he opens it, “Visitor for Jax Teller.”

The men in the room, consisting of Jax, Chibs, Tig, Happy, and Juice, all turn to the door. From their expressions, you’d swear they’ve just seen a ghost. You might as well be a ghost.

Jax raises off his chair and crosses the space to join you at the door. “Is everything okay?”

“Hi, boys. I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting,” suddenly, coming to Jax seems like a bad idea. But B/N. You put S/N on the ground. “I just wanted to see you before we leave this afternoon.”

Jax scowls.

“We’re headed back home to North Carolina. Driving.” You throw your arms around your ex, wincing at the discomfort you feel at the contact. “I’m so glad I could see you again.”

He returns your hug, holding you flush against him and you don’t care that you’re in pain. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that the bottom hem of your sweater’s risen, probably exposing the bruises on your lower back. There’s a pang of pain in your heart when he releases you. The tears blur your vision. God, you hate that you’re so emotional today.

“How are you getting home?”

“B/N arrived last night, he’s waiting for us downstairs.” Probably impatient and suspicious. “We should probably get going.”

Downstairs, B/N’s at the counter listening to Chuckie recount the time he had his fingers cut off by Lin’s men. S/N leaps out of your arms and runs over to B/N.

“Here’s your candy.” Chuckie slides two bags of candy to you, “Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house.”

You smile at him. “Thank you.”

B/N snatches the candy from the counter and the three of you make your way out of the shop. It’s a short trip to the grocery store and luckily for you, there aren’t a lot of people buying groceries whilst you’re there. The tension from earlier has subsided, and the ride back to your mother’s house is a sing-along with S/N leading you. You’re helping B/N unload the bag of groceries from the car when you spot a familiar van at the end of your street.

“When will you go to Mabel’s?”

“After lunch,” you start unpacking the groceries, “I’m sure you boys are hungry.”

“Starving.” He leans over to press a kiss to the side of your head, “I’ll have a beer with my lunch.”

He leaves you in the kitchen to join S/N who’s building Lego in the living room. You’ve just finished laying all the lunch ingredients on the counter when you hear the thunderous roar of a motorcycle outside your house. Shortly after, a knock sounds.

“I’ll get it,” you call from the kitchen.

Unfortunately, B/N beats you to the door. He angrily signals for you to go back into the kitchen.

“Do as you’re fucking told,” he warns through gritted teeth. “Go back to the kitchen.”

You open your mouth to protest but he marches over to you, grabbing your arm harshly, and drags you through the kitchen to the laundry nook.

“You’re hurting me!” you complain, struggling in his firm grip.

The sound of the back of his hand connecting with your cheek bounces off the walls of the small space. You forcefully shove him away from you and try to escape but he hooks a strong arm around your waist and hauls you back into the nook.

“Let go of me!” you claw at his arms and the pain causes him to release you.

“You little bitch!”

He lunges towards you but you’re quicker than him. You grab the first item in your reach which happens to be an iron and whack him on the head with enough force to make him cry out from the pain. You dash past him and run to open the front door at the same time Jax is about to shoot at the door.

His scowl deepens at your disheveled appearance. “Where is he?”

“In the laundry nook. I hit him on the head but he’s still conscious.”

“Where is the kid?”

S/N! You run into the living room, your eyes frantically searching around the space for your little boy. His Legos are strewn on the floor but there’s no sight of him. “S/N?”

“Mommy!”

He’s behind the couch. You find him curled up, his eyes closed and his hands covering his ears.

“My baby.” You scoop him in your arms and carry him towards the front door. “Jax?”

He calls back from the kitchen and tells you to go outside. “Rat’s got the van out front.”

“But Jax–”

“Go!”

You rush out of the house, S/N cradled in your arms. You’ve just stepped onto the patch of grass when you hear grunts coming from the house. Ratboy meets you at the gate and takes S/N from your shaking hands to carry to the van. He helps you into the vehicle before he climbs into the driver’s seat.

“Where are you taking us?”

“Gemma’s.”

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S/N and Abel are asleep in Jax’s old bedroom and you’re sitting at Gemma’s dining table staring blankly into space. If you had been told a week ago that you’d be seeking asylum at Gemma Teller’s home, you wouldn’t have believed it. You replay the last twenty-four hours in your head, you’re somewhat in disbelief of all that’s happened.

Gemma places a gentle hand on your shoulder, drawing you back to reality. “Here you go sweetheart,” she places a steaming mug of herbal tea in front of you, “it should help calm your nerves.”

“Thank you.” You place both of your shaking hands on the mug, watching as Gemma takes her place across the table from you. “Have you heard anything from Jax?”

“No,” she reaches for the box of cigarettes on the table. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

You nod, your eyes dropping to the mug. “Did he… did he tell you why he had Ratboy bring me here?”

“Psycho boyfriend,” she takes a pull from the lit cigarette. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

The shame brings fresh tears springing to your eyes. It makes it worse to know that this time around, S/N was awake to hear it all. You feel like you’ve failed him, exposed him to the very thing you vowed to protect him from when you left Charming all those years ago.

“What do I tell S/N?”

“Nothing,” she stubs out the cigarette in the ashtray. “You shouldn’t worry yourself with that right now. You should try get some sleep, you can worry about that tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight.” You take a small sip of the hot tea and sigh, “This is all my fault.”

“Sweetheart, no.”

“It is and now I’ve gone and gotten Jax involved in this mess.” The frustration is eating at you, “I just–”

You’re cut off by the kitchen door opening. Jax’s back. Thank the heavens! Gemma rushes over to greet him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine, Mom.”

Joining you at the table, Jax pulls you into him and tenderly strokes your back. All your fears and concerns are alleviated once you’re in his arms.

“Did he hurt you?”

He chuckles and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You shouldn’t be worrying yourself with that.”

“I can’t help it,” you laugh through your tears.

“You should get some rest.”

“All my stuff is back at my mom’s.” The thought of returning to the scene of last night’s brutality has you shuddering. You pull away from Jax and roughly dry your tears. “I don’t… I can’t–”

Jax pulls you back into him, holding you tighter than before, and gently rocks you. “He’ll never hurt you again.”

Guilt. You feel a tremendous amount of guilt. Is he dead? Possibly, and your guilt deepens when you recognize a small part of you overjoyed by the possibility. He deserves it. How could you even think that? No one deserves to die — not even B/N.

“How are you going to get rid of the body?”

He doesn’t respond to your question, instead, he tells you that he’ll get Rat to bring yours and S/N’s bags to Gemma’s.

“Jax, don’t leave,” you plead, the surge of panic hits you like a freight train and has you fisting the hem of his shirt. “Stay.”

He presses a kiss to your covered shoulder. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he assures you.

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PART FIVE

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theysayitscrazy · 3 years

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Motel El Royale || Fan Fic Friday

Clay Spenser x Reader

Reader x Sonny Quinn Sister

A/N: Shout out to @bravo-four-seal-team and her goat series for the lovely conversation taking place in this.

Taglist: @rebelwrites @rebelreblogs @heathermann200 @bravo-four-seal-team

Warnings: Pillow talk, annoying brother antics, one bed...oops.

~*~

Rain slashed against the Nova’s windshield. The wiper blades whipped back and forth, unable to keep up. After the second time the tires hydroplaned on the interstate, Clay swore. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes and continued staring out the passenger window. This trip was such a bad idea. Sonny was stranded in the middle of nowhere, another bad idea, and needed a ride. Only when you went to start your car, it wouldn’t start.

You cursed the POS silently for the 100th time that night.

You’d been at the bulkhead with the guys when Sonny had called you. Your brother was on his usual post-Davis-break-up bullshit, and you were annoyed when his face popped up on your phone. Not only had you gave him shit over the phone while sitting at the bar with the rest of Bravo, but you had called him back when your POS car wouldn’t start to give him more shit. Your car had worked fine on the way to the bar.

Sonny had called Clay, who and walked out of the bar while on the phone with him and motioned toward the Nova. After he hung up with your brother you sighed and walked over. “Why don’t you jump in?” Clay called across the parking lot.

“Because that sounds like a horrible idea,” you grumbled under your breath. Two hours trapped in the car with pretty boy was the last thing you wanted to that evening.

“We can go get him together,” Clay added, seeing your hesitation.

“Alright,” you called back to him. “Fuck my life,” you grumbled under your breath and grab your hoodie and purse off the passenger seat and headed toward Clay.

The drive had been relatively quiet. You’d taken over the radio as soon as Clay hit the interstate and headed out to the hills where Sonny had taken up residence.

The rain was icing on the cake, and you were exhausted when Clay pulled into, “Motel El Royle,” you grumble as you read the blinking Vacancy sign out by the highway.

“Looks like something out of Norman Bates movie,” Clay sighed. “There’s nothing else around,” he added as he pulled into the parking lot.

“If Chris Hemsworth comes stumbling in from the rain, I call dibs,” you murmur as he parks the nova in front of the office.

Clay shoots you a grin and nods once. “So, I get Dakota Johnson?” he asks.

You roll your eyes. “You can have Jeff Bridges.”

His laugh rumbles out of his chest, filling the quiet Nova, startling you.

You glance at him and wish you didn’t. Those pearly whites were flashing in the dim lighting from the motel building. His smile was infectious, and you found your lips tugging upwards. It was hard to be indifferent around him when all you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and pull his hard body against yours.

You couldn’t though. He was your brother’s best friend. There were bro codes about that. Shit you and brother had a bro-code about that.

“You alright?” Clay asks, catching you staring.

You snap out of it quickly and smirk, “Just imagining you looking like a drowned rat when you return from getting us a room.”

His grin falls and you smirk.

“Go be a gentleman and get us a couple rooms,” you say as rain beats down on the hood and roof of the Nova.

He shakes his head in disbelief but turns to get out of the car.

Once he’s out of the car and making the mad dash to the front door, you sigh. “Come on, Y/N, get your shit together already.”

Why did he have to be so God damn gorgeous? You watched him through the window, talking to the guy at the front desk. You needed a cold shower after the last two hours in the car with him. Something about the man and his sexy ass car made you hot. Fuck, everything about that man made you hot.

You watched as he grabbed the key from the front desk guy, before he headed toward the door and stopped, looking out. He was already soaking wet from his short walk inside. His grey t-shirt was clinging to his body more than it usually did.

He rolled those muscular shoulders back and braced himself for opening the door.

You grinned broadly at him and waved.

He sent a glower your way.

You blew him a flirt kiss and watched as a smirk pulled across his lips. Oooh baby boy was looking cocky as fuck as he strolled out of the motel and into the rain.

Only he didn’t walk to the driver’s side…he leisurely strolled around the Nova to the passenger side and pulled the door open before you could even think of locking it. “What are you doing?” you ask dumbly, as he reaches for your hand and pulls you out of the car.

Its pouring buckets. Too dangerous to drive, and this man is pulling you out into it. “Fuck Clay!” You shout as the piercing rain hammers down on you. “It hurts!”

He laughs and spins you out and away from the car, holding your hand. When he pulls you back and you spin into him, you gasp. Is he dancing in the rain with you?

You look up at him confused as he grins down at you.

There’s no music, but he wraps an arm around your waist, sliding his hand to the small of your back, and pulls you against him. “What are you doing?” you question, even though your hand slides up his bicep to rest on his shoulder.

“Just go with it,” he grins down at you. He squeezes the hand he’s still holding and begins to lead.

“Fuck,” you think to yourself as you let him guide you around in a small circle in the parking lot.

You can’t take your eyes off him. Those blue eyes are dark with desire and he’s watching you just as closely. There’s something magical about the moment and you suddenly don’t care that your soaking wet, clothes clinging to you, and freezing your ass off.

Clay’s gaze on you is all at that matters. His hand in yours. Your body pressed against his.

A ringing cell phone breaks the moment, and you jump back, startled.

Clay looks annoyed but pulls out the cell from his pocket and flashes you the screen so you can see that its Sonny. You nod once, and Clay walks around the car to the driver’s side as he answers the phone. You slide into the front seat and close the door behind you, shivering as you drip onto the leather seats.

“Yeah man,” Clay says, speaking over the roar of the rain on the roof of the car. “Nah, we had to pull over. The roads are flooding. We found a motel for the night. You gonna be good till morning?”

“Yeah brother,” Sonny’s voice was loud and clear in the Nova. “Don’t be gettin’ any ideas about my sister.”

“Sorry man, you’re breaking up! Storms loud! I’ll you in the morning,” Clay answered and hung up on Sonny.

You look over at Clay with a confused grin on your face.

He shrugs a shoulder and smiles. “Let’s go find our room.”

You’re suddenly nervous as Clay starts the car and heads around the building to the back. Once parked, you realize you don’t have anything. No clothes to change into. You’re soaking wet and freezing cold.

Clay parks the car and you both run out into the rain again, to get under the overhang. Clay unlocks the door quickly and you stumble through, only to stop dead when you see the one bed in the room. “Fuck,” you groan.

“What’s wrong?” Clay asks.

“There’s only one bed,” you mutter, pointing to the thing like it offended you.

“It was the last room they had,” Clay’s voice was soft behind you.

You sigh and walk further into the room and set down your purse. “Any chance you have clothes in your car?” you ask him over your shoulder.

“Uh… actually,” he says and nods once.

You glance at him.

“I might. Let me check.” He heads back out into the rain, and you move to the window to watch.

He uses his keys to open the trunk and you grin when he pulls out his ‘Go bag’.

A moment later he’s back in the room, dripping water all over the floor, bag slung over his shoulder. “You’re in luck. I just did laundry,” he grins as tosses the bag on the dinette table under the window.

Something about the table has you glancing around the motel room, taking it in again. 70’s wallpaper. Weird divider by the door. “Does this look like something the Winchester’s would stay in?” you ask, glancing around.

Clay chuckles but looks around too. “Alright, that’s a little creepy,” he admits.

You nod, but motion to the bag. “Think you got a pair of shorts and shirt in there I can wear? I’m gonna hit the shower.”

Clay nods and starts digging. A moment later he’s passing you a pair of drawstring shorts and a Navy t-shirt. You murmur a thanks and head into the bathroom.

You take your time in the bathroom, savoring the heat of the spray from the shower head. That little dance in the rain chilled you to the bone and you have no desire to head back out into the main room. That one bed, though a king size, was not going to do well for your poor attempts at staying away from your brother’s best friend.

Neither were his hairbrained ideas for dancing in the rain…and why would Sonny choose that moment to warn his buddy away? Was there something going on?

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. “You drowning in there?” Clay’s voice sounded amused on the other side.

“I’ll be right out,” you call back and sigh. “Fuck my life,” you grumble to yourself.

After you dry off and change into his much larger, but dry clothes, you wrap the towel around your hair on top of your head to dry, and head out into the main room.

Clay’s standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, dripping everywhere.

“Shit, you must be freezing,” you admonish and move out of the way. “Go!” you point toward the bathroom.

He nods and grabs a bundle of clothes off the bed.

While he’s showering you make quick work of hanging your wet clothes from the curtain rods and crank the heat up, praying your clothes would be dry by morning. Then you dig in your purse for a brush and hair tie, before you brush out your hair and pull it back into ponytail.

You glance around and realize its late. It’s past midnight, so you pick your side of the bed and crawl in, setting your phone on the nightstand. You shut the light off, and leave the one on, on the other side of the bed.

Your heart races when you hear the water shut off in the bathroom. You think about closing your eyes, but you’re too wired, and what’s the point. He’d know you wouldn’t be sleeping yet… and thank God you didn’t.

Clay walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers, carrying his wet clothes. He glances at you to see you watching him and then heads to the curtains to hang his own wet clothes next to yours, above the heater.

“You cool with sharing?” he asks you, hovering next to the side of the bed.

You glance over your shoulder at him and nod.

Then he’s sliding into bed and the large king size, suddenly feels small. His large body takes up so much space, you know if you roll over from your little square that you claimed, you’d be touching him.

A moment later, the room descends into darkness as he shuts off the light. You let out a yawn and try to get comfortable but find that you’re still too wired to sleep. You turn onto your back and stare up at the dark ceiling.

“You alright over there?” Clay’s voice is soft in the dark.

“Mmm,” you respond, not sure what to say.

“What kind of trouble you think Sonny got up to this time?” Clay asks.

You let out small laugh and shrug in the dark. “Knowing him, something ridiculous.”

Clay’s rumbling laugh shakes the bed, and you grin. God sometimes your brother could find the most ridiculous situations to end up in. “Like the Goats?” Clay asked.

You bust out laughing hysterically. “From the Goat dealer?”

Clay answering laugh shakes the bed again.

“Then the cats?” You bring up, remembering when your brother tried to get rid of the goats.

“Blackburn was so pissed!” Clay laughed.

“But then you dumbasses had to take on a bull,” you smirk at him in the dark, rolling onto your side to face him. There was just enough light peaking through the curtains for you to make out the outline of his face.

Clay laughed again. “To be fair, I thought as long as I outran Sonny, I’d be fine.”

You laugh and hit his shoulder. “Oh, great best friend you are.”

“At least I didn’t leave Butt-head in Blackburn’s car,” Clay chuckled and rolled on his side to face you.

You shake your head at him. “I swear you guys are a bunch of overgrown man children,” you chuckle.

Clay grins at you and props up on an elbow and rests his head against his fist, watching you.

As the conversation lulls, you think about Clay’s conversation with Sonny earlier. “Hey Clay?” you murmur.

“Yeah Y/N,” he responds softly.

Your heart flutters at hearing your name in the dark, from the blond God. “Why did Sonny tell you not to get any ideas about me?” You bite your lower lip, wondering why you even bothered asking.

Clay’s quiet a moment before he slides closer to you. His hand reaches out in the dark and finds your body. His hand slides down your side and around your back, before he’s pulling you against him. “I thought by now, that’d be obvious,” he murmurs, his face inches from your own.

Your breathing is ragged as your heartbeat ticks up. Is this really happening?

You reach your hand up between your bodies to run your fingers through his scruffy beard. “And what’s obvious?” you ask.

He pulls your body even closer and then his hand slides up your back to the back of your head. He tilts your head to the side with his large hand and pulls you to him as he captures your lips in a searing kiss.

You slide your fingers into his hair and pull him toward you.

You lay there, making out for a while before he pulls back and hovers over you. “Obvious enough?” he asks.

“Mm, no,” you smirk up at him. “I think you’re gonna have to spell it out for me.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Go out with me,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oohh, getting a little demanding over there.”

He chuckles and leans down, claiming your lips in another breathtaking kiss.

“Mmm,” you moan into the kiss.

“Yes?” he mumbles when he comes up for air.

You roll your eyes and pull him on top of you. “Yes, you blonde idiot,” you answer, and kiss him again.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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If the requests are still open, I watched the try guys trying sexy alcohol video recently (The Try Guys Sexy Alcohol Taste Test is the name of the video) and I was laughing the whole time. I was thinking it would be really fun to have the team do it for a social media video if you wanted to write it! :)

I absolutely love the Try Guys and I’ve been watching their videos for years--thank you so much for suggesting this! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove and the link to the original video is here

TW for alcohol and lots of sexual references

“I’m so fucking excited for this video,” Finn said, drumming his hands on the table.

Remus gave him a disbelieving look. “You have the lowest alcohol tolerance on the entire team, Harzy. I’d be shocked if you were still awake by the end of this.”

“We’ll find out soon enough!” Marlene announced offscreen. “Do the intro and then we’ll get started.”

“Welcome back to Lion Pride, folks! I’m Finn O’Hara—”

“—and I’m Remus Lupin.”

“Dude, you said I could do the intro.”

“I can’t even say my own name?”

“Boys,” Marlene warned.

Finn cleared his throat and turned back to the camera with a bright smile. “Today we’re tasting sexy alcohol, even though I have no idea what that means!”

The video cut to a different table and James waved to the camera. “Hey, everyone! I’m James Potter, and I’m here today with our wonderful captain Sirius Black to taste test sexy alcohol!”

“What qualifies alcohol as sexy?” Sirius asked. “Is it supposed to turn you on, or something?”

“The names are sexy,” Marlene clarified. “Ready for the first one?”

A title card appeared with Drink 1: Sex on the Beach written in cursive letters.

“Sex on the beach!” Remus and Finn chorused, clinking their glasses together and taking a sip. Remus made a face, while Finn looked thoughtful as he smacked his lips.

“Why is it so sour?” Remus coughed, setting the drink down.

“You’re not a fan of sex on the beach?” Finn teased. “This is always the classy lady drink in movies. It’s not bad, actually.”

James’ face scrunched up as he drank and Sirius went through a whole range of emotions, then tried it again. “It’s not better the second time,” he said. “Just…weird.”

“Much like actual sex on the beach, it’s flat out uncomfortable.” James slid the glass out of reach.

“You’ve had sex on a beach?”

“Haven’t you?”

“No, sand gets everywhere even when I don’t strip down.”

“Ha! Loser.” The video transitioned right as Sirius reached over to smack the back of his head.

Drink 2: Buttery Nipple

“A fucking what?” Remus laughed, leaning toward the camera crew. Marlene repeated the name and he nodded slowly. “Okay, that’s what I thought you said.”

Finn sniffed the shot. “Is that butterscotch?”

“It is,” Marlene said.

“Rad. On three. One, two, three!”

They knocked their shots back at the same time and Remus raised his eyebrows as he swallowed. “That’s really not that bad. Best nipple I’ve ever tasted.”

“Very sweet, I like it,” Finn agreed around his grin.

A smile twitched at the corners of Remus’ mouth. “You like the buttery nipple?”

“I do like the buttery nipple,” Finn snorted, sending them both into peals of laughter.

James stared down at his shot glass, then turned to Sirius and opened his mouth; Sirius reached over and covered it with his palm. “Don’t say it.”

“But it really looks like—”

“I know.” Sirius bit his lip, sighed, and downed the shot. “Y’know, that’s actually pretty good.”

James rolled the empty glass between his fingers. “That would give me a wicked headache in the morning.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure.”

Drink 3: Suck, Bang, Blow

There was a brief pause as Remus and Finn shared a look. “I think that’s the wrong order,” Finn said after a moment.

Remus nodded. “Bang is generally last on the list if you’re doing it right.”

“It also implies that you’re not sucking on the last part, which is just bad blowjob etiquette.”

“Bottoms up.” Remus tapped the rim of their glasses together and took a sip—almost immediately, he spat it back out. “What in the unholy fuck is that?”

“My whole face is itching,” Finn coughed. “Holy shit, there’s so many different types of alcohol in there that is just tastes like straight-up sugar. I would order this at a bar if I was horny and sad and didn’t care who I went home with.”

“Yeah, this is what you get if you want something that’ll fuck you up.” Remus paused for a second, then covered his mouth with his hand. “You know who would drink this?”

“Who?”

“People who live in Florida.”

Finn’s whole face lit up and he dug around in his back pocket, dialing a quick number on his phone before putting it on speaker; it rang twice before connecting. “ ‘Sup, Finner Finner Chicken Dinner?”

Remus’ jaw dropped and Finn rested his forehead on the table. “Thanks for that,” he sighed. “We’re filming a video for Lion Pride right now.”

“Oh, sick!” the voice on the other end said. “Hey Lions!”

“Hi, Alex!” Marlene called.

“I just have a quick question,” Finn continued. “Have you ever heard of a drink called Suck, Bang, Blow?”

“Hell yeah, they’re super popular down here.”

“Called it!” Remus grinned and high-fived Finn. “Thanks, Hazard.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because if anyone is going to have shitty alcohol, it’s you and your bouncy ice.”

“Hey—”

Finn ended the call and put his phone away once again with a gleeful smile. “He’s never going to hear the end of that.”

Drink 4: Amber Moon

“That’s a lot of whiskey,” James said as a crewman handed them their drinks; Sirius whistled lowly and held it up to the light.

“Why are there red flakes in it?”

“Tabasco sauce,” Marlene said off screen.

James nudged Sirius with his elbow. “I bet I can drink this is ten seconds.”

“Do it in five or you’re a coward.”

“You’re on.” He cleared his throat, then tipped the glass back.

“One, two, three, four, five, six!” Sirius pumped his fists in the air with a whoop.

“You counted too fast!” James protested, giving the camera crew a desperate look. “Marley, he counted way too fast!”

“Looks like…” There was a brief moment of silence. “Five point three four seconds, Pots.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, setting the glass down. “It tasted horrible, by the way.”

The video cut to Remus and Finn, who were eyeing the drink suspiciously. “I’ll bite,” Remus said. “What’s the sexy name for a hot sauce and whiskey monstrosity?”

“Amber Moon.”

“That would be my stripper name,” the two said in unison, then turned to each other with identical gasps.

Drink 5: Blowjob Shot

Sirius looked deeply uncomfortable as he set the shot glass on his lap. “Don’t make this weird.”

“What? The part where I’m putting my face in your lap?” James asked with false innocence as a smile spread over his face.

“Merde,” Sirius muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just get it over with.”

“That’s a rude thing to say to someone who’s about to give you a blowjob.”

“You’re not giving me a blowjob.”

James raised his eyebrows and Sirius rolled his eyes, kicking him lightly. “Alright, alright. Do you want to go first?”

Sirius leaned forward, paused halfway down, then cursed under his breath and took the shot glass between his lips, knocking it back in a quick motion. James opened his mouth and the first bit of a fake moan slipped through before Sirius tackled him to the ground.

The video cut for a moment—when it returned, they were sitting in their chairs once again, and James looked incredibly smug as he rested his elbows on his thighs. “Ready, hot stuff?”

“You’re the worst person to have as a best friend.”

James didn’t hesitate before wrapping his mouth around the rim of the glass, then made a noise of panic when it didn’t go down his throat right away. His eyes went wide and he cupped his hand under his face, slapping Sirius’ knee with the other.

“Are you okay?” Sirius laughed. “Just—just knock it back, buddy, you can do it.”

James made a muffled sound and the camera crew started snickering off screen as the whipped cream smudged over his nose.

“His eyes are watering,” Sirius cackled. “Oh, this is karma in action. Is it too much? Spitters are quitters, Pots, you can—"

James glared at him, then choked slightly and spat the shot glass and all its contents onto Sirius’ chest. Dead silence fell over the studio, broken only by the steady drip of the liqueur on the paper below their table.

“Does anyone have a napkin?” Sirius asked after a moment, shaking his hands out.

“I am…so sorry,” James said as he wiped his lower lip.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know! It was doomed from the outset, I guess.” He wrinkled his nose. “I can feel it in my sinuses.”

Remus and Finn both downed their shots easily; neither struggled for more than half a second. They were both a little flushed from the alcohol and Finn hiccupped as they turned back to the camera.

“How did you do that so well?” Marlene asked, clearly amused.

“Frat,” Finn said at the same time Remus shrugged and said, “college.”

“Pots spat his all over Sirius.”

“It’s because he’s straight.” Finn hiccupped again and Remus burst out laughing.

Drink 6: Body Shot

“Who are we doing this off of?” James asked. All four men sat at the same table; Sirius had removed his flannel and James’ cheeks were pink from five—well, four and a half—drinks.

“Guess who, bitches!” Kasey grinned as he walked out from behind the backdrop, clad only in his Lions sweatpants. James, Finn, and Remus cheered while Sirius put his head in his hands. “Shit, Cap, you’re doing wonders for my self-esteem.”

“Is this a power imbalance?”

“I’m older than you, now move your elbows so I can lay down.”

The folding table creaked as Kasey laid on his back and all five of them froze for a second until Marlene emerged with salt, lime slices, and a bottle of clear alcohol under her arm. “Do you know how this works?”

Four nods answered her and she carefully poured the tequila into Kasey’s bellybutton—he jolted at the cold and some of it spilled down his sides. “Aw, man, now my pants are damp.”

“Where—” Remus cut himself off with a laugh as he took the salt. “Where do you want us to salt you, Bliz?”

“Wherever your heart desires.” They passed the container down the line, each sprinkling a pinch somewhere on Kasey’s bare chest. “Ready?”

Finn wrinkled his nose as he licked the salt, sipped some tequila, and quickly put the lime wedge in his mouth with a distressed sound. Remus was next, and he barely skimmed his mouth over Kasey’s belly button before shoving the lime between his teeth; James missed his mark completely because Kasey was still laughing, and Sirius got some of it up his nose on accident.

“You guys suck at this,” Kasey managed as he sat up, brushing the leftover salt off his front. “Jesus Christ, have any of you been to a party in your lives?”

All four exploded into indignant protesting and the video transitioned to a final slide. “Thanks for joking us today, Lions!” Marlene said in a voiceover. “Make sure to like and subscribe for more content.”

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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A Lazy Day with MC and the Brothers

I was just chilling one day and thought about how a lazy day in with our boys might be like… I like hijinks, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes we ought to slow down too, you know?

Check my Masterlist for more!

Warning: Slight NSFW-ish? I dunno how to tag innuendo...

Lucifer

First off, hats off for managing to convince the guy to just do nothing for any length of time. That’s some seriously impressive persuasive powers, MC, you sure you don’t know how to charm?

Lazy Lucifer=Sleepy Lucifer. He spends so many nights up late getting work done then follows it up by getting up early in order to wrangling his brothers. It's honestly like it all catches up with him... He’s sleeping in and he’s sleeping in HARD.

Might text one of his brothers to bring them in a late breakfast at some point (never mind the fact it’s practically dinner). Beel would be the one most likely to agree to it, but he also may just eat whatever he picked up on the way there so hopefully someone else is feeling charitable… Try Asmo.

Honestly, his entire goal is to not leave the bedroom at all. If he leaves, then he runs the risk of people seeing him… wait for it... relaxing. Oh, just imagine the scandal!!

Some classical music, a bit of conversation, and maybe a good book in bed would all sound like heaven to him. They may have to get up to make some tea to go along with it, just remind him that drinking coffee on your recharge days can have the opposite effect. The taste of coffee could always just end up reminding him of work anyway…

The evening can go one of two ways. Calm and peaceful or "stress relieving." If they chose the stress relieving option, best be prepared because he'll have a whole night's worth of stress to let out and he's going to need some help… 😏

Mammon

He’s going to want to be close to the MC the whole time, they can hold onto him or him onto them, whatever works. It doesn’t matter as long as there’s still some kind of contact happening.

A whole day with just him and the MC? And they don’t even have to be doing anything? Where can he sign up??

Cue a lot of doing nothing in particular with Mammon tangled up on them in some way: hugging their waist while he checks his phone, resting their legs on his lap during a gaming session, wrapping himself around them while they just have casual conversation. That kind of thing.

When they eventually get hungry then he might pop down to the kitchen and make them some instant noodles (I wouldn’t trust much else he tries to make since… well we know he kind of just adds whatever’s around to his food).

He might start getting a little restless part of the way through the day though, so they’re going to have to do something to get that energy out… 🤔

Use your imagination, I know this fandom can.

Leviathan

The reigning Prince of Lazy Days. Everything about Levi screams “goof off/game night buddy” (at least if the MC is a fellow otaku anyway).

He probably didn’t sleep the night before because he was playing/watching something so the morning will go down one of two ways: 1) He just pulls an all-nighter and begins to progressively lose his mind as the day goes on, or 2) He’s dead to the world until 2pm. Only one of those options is entertaining so you know what I'm going with.

Things will go pretty smoothly through the morning. They don’t have to go anywhere because his room has plenty of snacks so they can just chill out and watch anime or play video games.

Buuut stuff will get more dicey as the afternoon rolls around and his sleep deprivation sets in. He’ll start losing a lot of his filter and may ramble for even longer than normal with even less coherency. He’ll also get more um… "bold" than usual.

Or he may just want to cuddle with them while he babbles on about how much he loves them and how warm they are and how much they remind him of Henry, which reminds him have they seen the latest season of “My Life with Seven Demon Brothers Who All Love Me!” yet because the main character there also reminds him of them and-

He’ll pass out eventually, probably latched onto them somehow with his tail around them tenderly. Don’t bring it up to him in the morning because he will unsuccessfully try to deny it ever happened.

Satan

Not opposed to the occasional lazy day. It actually does good for his nerves since holding in all that pent-up anger can feel like stuffing an elephant into a tea kettle sometimes...

They’re going to want to get him out of his bedroom or the library if they don’t want to fight for his attention against whatever new book he’s eating through today. When the man gets engrossed then it’s like nothing else matters, the House could split in two and he'll only notice if he suddenly can’t reach his drink anymore...

May actually be advantageous to go outside with him, take a nice stroll around the House while having some interesting conversation. They could poke his brain about anything that suits their fancy while they’re out amongst the trees and nature.

If they don’t want to go outside and rather take their chances with the book then okay but the engrossment problem still applies. He may even forget to eat...

Best way to combat his lack of attention is to be a little brat that’s juuust cute enough not to piss him off. It’s a delicate balance. That means getting real close to him, like sitting on his legs, and just occasionally reminding him of their presence with longing looks while tapping, flicking, or messing with the book from time to time (yes, kind of like an attention-seeking cat).

Play it just right and they’ll get attention on them alright, but he may also be looking to punish his “needy kitty." Hope that’s what they’re aiming for... 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus

Really? They want to do nothing? Nothing at all? Are they sure they don’t want to do him instead...? 😏

A relaxing day with Asmo is more or less like a day spent wrapped up in mutual worship and adoration. The guy wants all of their attention and love but he’ll return it and then some. As long as they treat him like the love of their lives it will honestly be like having their own day spa day in Heaven.

If the MC wants to relax, then he’s just the sort to know how to provide for them both. The only question is how do they want it?

The man can give them a full treatment, I mean, just look at his bathroom alone! A good soak in a hot bath, facial masks, back massages, mani-pedis, just say the word MC and he’s more than willing to bestow whatever their little heart desires. That’s his job, isn’t it?

Asmo may be a party boy, but if it’s a little TLC you need, emphasis on the T, then look no farther MC. He’s the guru.

On the flipside if they’re looking for a little release well… who better to ask than Asmo right? He’ll make sure they’ll never want to leave that bed again. 🤭

Beelzebub

As long as snacks are still involved then he’s all in, babe. He’ll do nothing with them all day as long as they keep him fed.

Two words. Couples. Cooking. They can’t skip a meal with Beel so if they’re going to spend lazy time with the dude then they better be planning on being a tag along to the kitchen.

It doesn’t have to be a super strict though, it’s not like they’re not cooking with Barbatos or anything, so they can goof off and make a bit of a mess together. Chances are Beel will eat the ingredients to whatever they’re making anyway so... 😅

A lot of lingering touches and just being close to each other as they go. He might want to hold their waist while they stir or they end up feeding each other in cutesy ways... Really it’s a ridiculously wholesome time.

At one point a food fight may break out and they'll cover themselves in flour, tomato sauce, or some other kind of messy food substance...

Careful, MC. Whatever they get covered in will likely only make them look more delicious to him and he might want to "clean them off".... They'll need to take that out of the kitchen, though, like what if someone needs a snack??

Belphegor

The reigning King of Lazy Days. Take notes, MC, for you are watching the Master at work...

Sleeping in and cuddling is a must. He will not let them leave the bed all morning for anything less than a Category Four Emergency (i.e. “I’m going to starve to death” or “I really gotta go piss”). He will pin them under his sleeping body if he has to!

Once they’ve thoroughly missed breakfast and half past noon rolls around he might call in takeout from Hell’s Kitchen for them to eat in the attic room. Expect some cheeky conversation, probably jokes at the expense of his brothers. Cuddling is still absolutely happening, of course, they cannot shake him off.

May borrow an anime from Levi to watch while they snuggle on the couch. He has all the best blankets in the House so they will be neither cold nor uncomfortable throughout.

His hands get a little grabby during these kinds of cuddle sessions, especially during tense moments in the show because he likes to give them a little jolt to make them yelp, the jerk... 😖

If he manages to not drift off during the show (flip a coin on that chance) the night will end in the planetarium, backs on a pile of blankets while they draw pictures in the stars… All hail the King. 😏

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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ohmygoodnessgraciouss · 3 years

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Reality Check - Chapter 6

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023. The two bonded over the loss of their partners. It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend. Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

Notes: Thank you all for your love and support!! I love you guys so much and your feedback makes me smile. It’s hard to reply to everyone but I’m keeping tabs on the taglist as much as possible. I’ve noticed a few usernames are not being tagged on this post, so I’ll be sure to contact them. Tumblr decided not to tag them I guess lol!

Anyway, enjoy this new chapter. I changed things a little bit. We’re going a little off course of what I had before, hence the reason why this is late. The chapter I had written at first is only being stocked away for the next chapter, which means it’ll be out sooner than this one did. I promise!

Happy Falcon and the Winter Soldier day, everyone!

“Well Wanda, I gotta skitty before Loki starts wondering where I’m at,” You chuckled nervously. Watching her fix the wall was incredible. It was unlike anything you’ve seen before. So unusual yet so familiar.

Wanda smiled lightly at you. “Alright, I understand. But please feel free to come by anytime. Whatever you need,” She said. You smiled back at the woman.

“Of course! Maybe I’ll swing by in a couple of days to see the boys!” You waved goodbye to her and opened the door.

You took your leave, closing the front door behind you. Vision turned to see you come outside moments later, a confused look on his face. “Vision? What’s wrong, buddy? You look paler than a ghost.”

Vision turned to look back at the fence, where Herb and Agnes once stood. The two had left a while ago, but he seemed frozen in place. “It’s nothing,” He smiled.

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking back at the fence that he seemed to stare at before he looked at you. It was cut nearly in half. From what, you couldn’t tell.

“Absolutely. I suppose I’m just rather nervous about becoming a father. It feels like it happened so quickly.”

“Well, I’m sure it did, Vision. You’ll be fine though. You’re a good man and remember, Wanda’s going to be there too. Like I said before, it’s not like you’re doing it alone. You’ve got this whole town.”

“That’s true. This town seems to be quite... Supportive.”

“Sometimes too supportive. It feels like everyone’s connected sometimes!” You two shared a nervous laugh.

“Oh yes, everyone here is quite connected. Sometimes it is almost concerning. This town is nothing like I have ever seen before. I feel as though you can’t keep any secrets around here.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel.”

“What do you mean?” Loki asked, trying to figure out what’s going on. The blade was pressing against his skin, close to piercing it. His eyes scanned the man’s face, unable to determine who he was.

“I won’t ask again.”

“I don’t even know who you are,” Loki replied, now glaring at the man.

Scott revealed himself to Loki, green magic engulfing his form. He wore the same suit as he did before, but his hair was longer now, reaching down to brush his shoulders slightly. His green eyes were sharper now, and his face was far more defined. Loki watched as the man morphed into a mirror image of himself. “Do I look familiar now?” He spat out, annoyed by the impostor.

“Quite,” He said stiffly. Loki pushed him back while “Scott” wasn’t paying that much attention. He walked to the other side of the room, giving the two of them space between one another. “I am Loki. But who are you?”

“That’s impossible,” Scott said. “This reality’s version of me was supposed to die in 2018.”

“2018?” Loki questioned. “The year 2018?”

“Yes, the year 2018,” Scott rolled his eyes. “What other year would I mean?”

“What year is it now then?”

“2023. You’ve been dead for 5 years and yet you’re here. The T.V.A didn’t tell me about this. Of course they wouldn’t.”

“The T.V.A?”

Scott ignored his question. “Now I’m stuck in the Scarlet Witch’s fake reality with another version of me. But they told me he died. Is it possible?” He was thinking aloud, causing Loki to grow even more confused.

“What are you talking about?”

Scott shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I have a mission to carry out if I want to get out of there. Plans have changed.”

Ten minutes later you found yourself walking to Ellis Avenue. It was close to the edge of town, and very few people lived there anymore. The sun may have been shining and birds may have been chirping, but you felt like the air was icy as you got closer to the border. The sign “Leaving Westview: We hope to see you again soon!” looked old and rundown, as if no one had touched it in decades. An image of a family playing in the park was shown next to the lettering. Perhaps once upon a time it was a cute sign. Now it seemed ominous.

A sense of dread and misery started to seep in as you continued walking closer to the end of the road. It was like you couldn’t control your own thoughts anymore. Or perhaps, it was the other way around. For the first time this week you felt like you were gaining control again.

Making your way to the border, you noticed that there was not a single person in sight. The road continued on, making its way through the forest that was only a mile away. The trees swayed with the wind soundlessly. A part of you almost seemed to beg to leave the town.

So you kept on walking.

It felt like some sort of energy was trying desperately to pull you away from it. You couldn’t understand what pulled you to this town, what kept trying to pull you back into it. You hardly remember anything before Westview. What was on the outside?

You were abruptly stopped by a barrier. It was glowing red, much like the other objects you saw a few days ago. The vibrant color seemed to pulse and move as you walked closer. It was an electrifying feeling, being this close to the magic that kept everyone trapped inside. Some part of you begged, screamed for you to stay back. The other part of you asked for the exact opposite.

You touched the barrier, a shock running up your arm when you did. You almost pulled back instantly, but something protected you from it. You stared in amazement as blue shockwaves seemed to surround your hand. They disappeared, fading off into the red barrier.

You turned around, looking to see if anyone was nearby. No one seemed to be in sight, but you felt like you were being watched. You turned back to the barrier, pushing your hand further in. It hurt, but something egged you on, daring you to cross it.

You took a step in, watching the red engulf your entire body. You couldn’t think, couldn’t hear, couldn’t even see anything that was going on. You had two options: Go back into the town that you’re trapped in or see what’s on the outside.

It seemed to last forever, but it was probably because you could hardly move while you were in it. It felt as if you were frozen solid. Whatever it was didn’t want you to get out. Memories were starting to seep in though. Memories of the distant past, and memories of what had happened only two weeks ago.

You gained feeling back in your hand again. You had to be close to the end if you could feel it. In just a split second you were thrown out of the barrier. You collapsed onto the grass, taking a deep breath. It felt like someone splashed cold water on you.

Lights began to blind you as you heard voices all around you. “Put her in custody, and someone get a doctor!” You heard one say. It was distinct, clear, loud. Whoever it was sounded like the leader.

You felt several people pull you up from the ground, placing you on a softer surface. A gurney, probably. You blinked several times, squinting to see where you were. Someone familiar stood next to you. It was Geraldine. Was that her name?

At that point it didn’t matter. Your head was in too much pain from everything else that was going on to care.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. We’re going to get you checked out,” The woman reassured you. She smiled slightly and you tried to smile back at her.

You started to doze off, choosing to sleep and recover from the traumatic experience you just had. For the first time in a long time you were able to dream. These dreams weren’t normal though.

They were memories.

Memories of everything before Westview.

Scott watched Loki’s body slowly disappear. Clearly, he was just an illusion. Something set up by the Scarlet Witch to keep Y/N in control. He contacted the TVA on his communicator, sending them a message as he watched the body dissolve.

He was told that this reality was created by the Scarlet Witch and that he had to get the timeline back on track. They never told him about Y/N being involved. They didn’t even tell him that an illusion of himself would be in it too.

The plan would have to change if he wanted to make sure this worked. They didn’t even give him an idea of how to set the timeline right. Now that he knows what’s going on, he has an idea.

And now, he’ll make sure he gets out of here in time.

And he’ll be sure to give the Time Variance Authority hell.

Wanda smiled down at Billy, sitting next to Vision who held Tommy. She felt something turn in her chest. Something was wrong. Her eyes widened, and she looked out across the room, zoning out.

Vision noticed that she seemed distracted, trapped in her thoughts. He reached over slightly to touch her hand, bringing her back. She turned to him and smiled.

“Is something wrong, my love?” He asked.

“No, nothing at all. Everything is just fine.” She said, looking down at Billy once more.

She wasn’t going to concern him with the fact that she knew something was wrong.

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mermaidenisaacs · 3 years

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isaac is bad at feelings

it goes like this: you get sad, you text isaac, he comes over and makes it all better.

feat. stiles, who knows the vibes

🎶 telepatía - kali uchis 🎶

The morning afters were always the same.

I usually woke up first. Sometimes I climbed out of my bed and carefully tiptoed into the bathroom, where I sloshed a bit of mouthwash, rubbed the gunk out of my eye, and slipped back underneath my sheets before Isaac woke up. The first face he’d see was mine. I did what I could to make it look kind of okay.

It’s not that I thought he would judge me if I looked bad. He wasn’t that kind of friend. He was just the kind of friend I fucked on occasion, when we both had nothing better to do and found ourselves lonely and a little unloved.

We both had a bad habit of avoiding the heaps of repressed childhood trauma that lurked in the dark corners of our minds. Some days were harder than others. On those days, sometimes the only comfort we found was in each other. And what were friends for, if not that?

Isaac stirred awake. He blinked twice, clearing the sleepy haze shrouding his eyes. His eyes focused on me and his face broke into a marshmallow sweet smile. He looked adorable, and I was as fond of him as ever.

He was laying on his side. The morning sun peeked through the blinds, reflecting off the floating stardust in the air. The light landed on Isaac, his sandy brown curls and his sporadically freckled skin. He was golden. In the moment, he looked younger, warmer, unburdened, happy.

“Morning,” he said. The sound of his greeting came out deep and gravely. His morning voice was, as always, a bit much.

“Morning,” I hummed.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not too long.”

“That’s good. I guess it’s not as creepy to watch someone while they’re sleeping if you do it for not too long.”

I laughed. “I wasn’t watching you. Just, casually observing. You look really peaceful when you’re sleeping, did you know? Like, peaceful and serene and beautiful.”

Isaac raised his brow playfully. “Beautiful? Are you trying to be romantic? Is that what we’re doing now?”

I snorted and rolled over to face away from him. “No way.”

The weight shifted on the mattress as he scooted closer and his soft lips brushed against my shoulder. Isaac’s chest was warm and solid, protective behind me.

“I’m just kidding,” he said softly. “Anyway, you’re the one who looks beautiful when you’re sleeping. Also when you’re awake. Anytime you’re existing, really.” His lips trailed up my shoulder and he brushed my hair away from my neck to kiss me there. A hand snaked around my torso and turned me over to face him.

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Whatever. You’re just complimenting me because you have morning wood and you want to fuck.”

He tsked disapprovingly. “Way to ruin the moment. You’re always so quick to doubt my motives. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to take a compliment.”

I shoved him back lightly, flipping us over so I was straddling him around his waist. “It’s not your compliments that I want.”

Pushing Isaac’s boxers down his thighs, I positioned his already swollen cock at my wet entrance and slipped him inside me. Isaac emitted a shuddered breath as I took in all of him. I pushed up and brought my hips back down, creating a slow rhythm.

Isaac sucked in his breath. “Fuck, fuck, come here.”

He tangled his fingers in my hair and brought down my forehead to rest against his. I braced my hands on either side of him and rolled my hips. Isaac pinched one of my nipples, twisted it between his fingers and kneaded my other breast.

I sighed in pleasure, arching into him as a familiar sensation pooled underneath my stomach. I moved my hips faster. Isaac steadied my urgent movements with his arms locked around me. He held me still so he could pump into me from below. I sighed in pleasure. From this angle, I felt him deep inside me, felt every ridge, every vein on his cock against every inch of my walls.

“Oh god, fuck, Isaac, please,” I moaned pathetically. My nails dug into his shoulders while he slammed into me. It was a lot. It was always a lot, in the best way. I still wasn’t used to the fact that my fuck buddy was a teenage wolf-human hybrid with lots of energy to expend in the morning, or really at any point during the day.

In the corner of my eye, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. If we took too long, we’d be late for school. Reaching under me, I rubbed my clit and moved my hips with Isaac’s.

“Isaac, please I’m so close, please don’t stop, right there…”

Isaac rutted his hips and sank deep into me, and then we were both coming with strangled groans. I felt his smile against my skin, mirroring my own that he couldn’t see.

~*~*~*~

Later that morning, I drove us to school, rolling my eyes when Isaac said that it’d be faster if he just carried me on his back and ran there.

“You can’t carry me,” I said. “I’m not skinny.”

“And what of it? Your body’s amazing,” he replied without missing a beat, “and I would, and could, carry you anywhere.”

I chuckled. “Whatever, wolf boy.”

“Your car really is a piece of shit.”

I lightly punched Isaac’s shoulder. “My car’s fine. You’re free to get out and walk your ungrateful ass to school.”

Isaac rubbed his shoulder and chuckled. “So um,” he said hesitantly, “thanks again for letting me come over last night.”

I frowned. “You know you don’t have to thank me for that.”

“Yeah, I do. I just don’t ever want you to think I’m using my nightmares and my issues as like, a pick up line to get into your pants or something. I would never take advantage of you.”

Briefly, I glanced over. He was looking at me with a peculiar expression. He looked sincere, and because I was emotionally stunted, it made me uncomfortable. I chuckled to dispel the tension in the air.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “You’re not taking advantage of anything. I do what I want, nothing more or less. You don’t have to treat me like I’m a virginal princess and you’re like, some big bad wolf stealing my flower.” I laughed at the idea that Isaac could ever be predatory in any way. “And it’s not like I don’t need you too. We’re there for each other because we’re friends. We’ll always be friends.”

“Friends. Good, that’s good…” Isaac trailed off.

“Um, is there something else you want to tell me?” I asked. It sounded like there was something unsaid lingering in the air.

After a few beats of silence, Isaac casually replied, “Nope, that’s it. Just wanted to make sure we were alright, that’s all.”

That wasn’t all. I could detect the slight uneasiness in his voice. I knew in my gut something was off, but I was a coward, and I hated confronting people, so I didn’t. Instead, I decided to turn up the radio and pretend everything was fine, while a tiny little knowing voice in my head mocked me the rest of the car ride to school.

~*~*~*~

The ominous feeling from the morning stayed with me throughout the day. At noon, I waited for Isaac to show up in the cafeteria at our usual lunch table with the pack. After waiting fifteen minutes, I started to get a little concerned.

I turned to Erica. “Have you seen Isaac? He’s not answering my texts.”

Erica smirked. “Worried about your boyfriend?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“So I’m just supposed to believe you sneak a boy into your room every night to chit chat and do homework? Are we that innocent?”

I shrugged. “I can be innocent.”

Erica laughed. “You haven’t been innocent since we were fifteen. But I think I saw Isaac earlier headed to the boys’ locker room.”

With that information, I left to go find Isaac, briskly walking through the hallways. I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks, suddenly wishing I’d never left the safe confines of the cafeteria.

I was about twenty feet away from the locker room entrance where I saw Isaac standing in front of a girl, his hand on her waist, her lips near his ear giggling and whispering, his face buried into her neck. And then he kissed her. In the middle of the hallway in front of everyone, not caring who might see them. Not caring if I might see them.

I stepped backwards until I was shielded behind the wall. I was hurt, but I didn’t even feel like I deserved to be. Isaac and I weren’t together. He was free to do whatever he wanted. We were just friends. I told him so this morning.

I mentally smacked my forehead. My own stupidity always came back to haunt me. This was what Isaac was trying to tell me in the car.

I returned to the cafeteria and sat next to Erica and stared blankly at my lunch tray. I didn’t know how to feel. There had always been this unspoken rule between me and Isaac that we wouldn’t keep secrets from each other. He had told me he didn’t want to take advantage of me but that’s exactly what it felt like.

He was messing around with another girl. For all I knew, there were many other girls. And he had kept it a secret. His withholding information by default made the scales uneven. Before, everything felt balanced and fair, but now, the dynamic felt different. I trusted him and he didn’t give me the same trust back.

If Isaac was just a casual friend, it wouldn’t hurt this much. I naively thought he and I had something different. I thought he was different.

Erica gently shook my shoulder. “Babe?” I felt too embarrassed to even look at her. “What’s wrong? Did you find Isaac?”

“Oh um, no I didn’t uh, I didn’t see him.” Erica soothingly raked her nails across my back and I relaxed into her touch. There was no way she bought my bullshit lie, and I loved her for not pressing me about it. “Hey um, remember last week when you said I should start dating again?”

“Um, yeah. You said you weren’t interested though, right?”

“I did say that, but I am now,” I said. “But I’m not exactly interested in dating someone. I just need a distraction, you know?”

“Hm,” Erica said. “That can be arranged too. But what changed your mind?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing really. My old distraction isn’t working for me anymore. I need something new.”

~*~*~*~

Erica suggested I meet up with one of one of her old casual hook-ups. When she first told me who it was, I was flummoxed. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense when Erica told me I should go out with Stiles Stilinski.

Since Erica pre-approved him for me, I knew he was someone I could trust and someone who probably knew what they were doing. I wasn’t super close to him either, which would help with avoiding another Isaac situation where I was too enmeshed with the person. Overall, Stiles was a pretty ideal distraction.

It turned out that he was also pretty into the idea of us linking up. My phone kept vibrating with his texts the whole time I drove home from school. As I walked to my room, I opened my unread messages, except ones that were from Isaac.

3:20 pm: Hey, this is Stiles. Well you probably knew that. Unless you don’t have my number saved

3:22 pm: Which isn’t a big deal considering we’ve never really talked that much

3:25 pm: Anyway Erica just texted me and told me that we’re hanging out tonight?

3:25 pm: We as in you and me, not me and Erica. That’s been over for a long time

3:26 pm: We didn’t date or anything don’t worry

3:26 pm: Anyway what I’m trying to say is that I’m totally down. I’m just a little confused

3:30 pm: Are we going out, like out out? Or are we just hanging out? Or is it like what Erica and I used to do?

3:34 pm: Sorry I’m making this weird. I’ll just pick you up tonight around 8 for dinner. Cya then :)

I was reading his last message as I opened the door to my bedroom, chuckling at Stiles’s messages, when I jumped backwards and yelped at the sight of Isaac laying casually on my bed.

“Jesus, you scared me,” I muttered. He simply grinned.

“Sorry, but I think it’d be fair to say you’re easily spooked.”

I stared back impassively, ignoring his playful quip. “What are you doing here?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

Isaac shrugged. “Had nothing to do after school.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, so it’s just a convenience thing? You just show up whenever you want when you have nothing better to do?”

Isaac frowned and sat up. “You never had a problem with me showing up here unannounced before. What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“Nope,” I lied. “I just don’t have time to deal with you right now.”

I knew why he was here. To him, I was just an easy fuck. No different than the girl he was pressed up against at school and probably the countless other girls who gave him full access to whatever he wanted. “I need to shower and study.”

“Okay? I’m not stopping you. I need to study too. We can study together.”

I turned on my heel and lifted my shirt over my shoulder, walking topless to my hamper to discard the garment. “I don’t have time to study with you. I’m going out later.”

After unzipping my jeans and pulling them down my legs, I threw them on top of the pile of dirty laundry. Standing there in my bra and underwear, for the first time, I truly felt naked in front of Isaac. I’d grown so accustomed to him seeing me without clothes on that it stopped phasing me, but I couldn’t get the image of Isaac kissing another girl out of my head.

I always used to feel so safe around him. For once, I felt vulnerable in front of Isaac.

“You’re going out?” Isaac rose to his feet. “With who?”

“Stiles.”

Isaac blinked. After a few moments, he said, “Oh I’m sorry, are you not kidding?”

“Why would I be kidding?” I challenged.

The corners of Isaac’s mouth turned down in a thoughtful, indifferent frown. “I just didn’t know you two were close like that.” Isaac scoffed again. “Wait, I’m sorry, I can’t get past this. Stiles? How the hell did that happen?”

I chuckled, remembering that Isaac and Stiles hated each other. “He’s cute, and I like him. He texted me earlier, so we’re going out.”

Isaac shook his head. “I feel like you’ve lost your mind, but I suppose I can’t stop you.”

Just like you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving your tongue down random girls’ throats, I thought bitterly.

“So, are you gonna fuck him?”

I snorted. “Excuse me? How is that any of your business?”

“It is if we’re fucking.”

My jaw fell open. “Holy shit, you’re unbelievable. You know what? We’re not anymore.”

“Seriously?” When I didn’t respond, he laughed in disbelief. “You’re joking. You can’t be ending this over Stilinski.”

“I’m not. I just don’t want to do this anymore.”

Isaac blinked. “You know I can tell when you’re lying right?”

“Whatever. I don’t care if you’re listening to my heart rate or reading my perspiration levels or my scent or whatever. None of that means anything. What matters is what I’m telling you, and I’m telling you this is over. You should leave.”

For a brief moment, Isaac looked taken aback, hurt evident in his slightly wide eyes. “Come on, you don’t seriously mean that.”

He stepped forward and I stepped back. He looked surprised again. He walked us backwards until my back met the wall. He lifted his hand and with his pinky, gently brushed a stray lock of hair from the side of my face. I turned away and placed a hand on his chest.

“Isaac, I don’t…” Faintly, I tried to protest. I really did. But Isaac Lahey was not someone who made it easy to resist. He lifted my chin and softly pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back, a sudden impulse fueled by longing and self-loathing overriding my will power. I pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, groaning when his hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass.

Somewhere in the room, I heard my phone send out a loud text notification ding!. Oh right, reality.

I shoved Isaac’s chest and pushed him away. He stumbled slightly, his face full of confusion and sadness. I felt a twinge of remorse. At the end of the day, I didn’t want to hurt him. There was a soft spot in my heart and Isaac had made it his home a long time ago. But I couldn’t do this anymore. It was too painful.

“Just go please,” I said quietly. This time, he listened.

~*~*~*~

At 8 o’clock, I saw Stiles parked outside my house. I knocked on the window of his jeep, and in doing so, inadvertently scared him. Stiles jumped and hit his head on the roof of his car. I heard a muffled “what the fu-oh hey!” I gave him a guilty smile and a small wave. He rubbed his cranial injury and fumbled with his door handle, finally managing to step outside.

“Hey,” he said. “Sorry about that. I was on my phone and I wasn’t paying attention and… you look really pretty.” He cleared his throat. “Is that okay to say? Because we’re sort of friends and now we’re going… out…? But not like, going out, not like that. Unless um, are we? Because Erica kind of implied that this was just to... you know... I mean, it’s totally possible that I misconstrued her words and we are actually going out? Or… fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

Poor kid.

He’d texted me about 10 minutes ago to tell me he was in front of my house. He was early and I was nowhere near ready. After I had finished combing mascara through my lashes, I looked at myself in the mirror, mostly indifferent at my reflection, but a little disgusted. I wasn’t thrilled by the idea of using Stiles to distract myself from Isaac, but it’s not like Stiles was naive. He was Erica’s fuck buddy once upon a time. He knew the vibes.

Erica was supposed to tell Stiles this was purely a hookup, casual and unofficial, but considering he wanted to pick me up and take me to dinner, some signals might’ve gotten crossed.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Hey, Stiles, relax. It’s only me. I just needed to get out and have some fun, no pressure. We’ll figure things out as we go, okay? And thank you! You look nice too.”

I reached up to adjust the collar of his flannel button down. He smiled at the gesture, and I noticed for the first time that he had a really nice jawline. There was also a cluster of moles on his face and his neck, sixteen in total. Cute.

“Thanks,” he said shyly. “So, shall we?” He jogged to the other side of his car and held open the door, beaming back with a toothy grin.

I giggled, and the tension in my shoulders unfurled. There was nothing to fret over. This was Stiles, the least intimidating person ever.

Everything was going to be fine.

~*~*~*~

My “date” with Stiles was going surprisingly well. He let me play my music in his car, lovingly calling my playlist a “pretentiously indie softcore mess.” I pretended to be offended and played three more Bon Iver songs just to spite him.

At dinner, we slid into a booth at a colorful diner. He ordered a hamburger, a chocolate milkshake, and curly fries, then made fun of me for ordering a veggie burger, water, and sweet potato fries. I playfully punched him in the arm when he tried to steal some of them.

“What kind of self-respecting woman would I be if I just let you steal my food right after you made fun of it?” I quipped.

“First of all, I was making fun of you, not the food,” I gasped in mock offense. “And second of all, I just wanted to understand how you could give up meat and dairy for something that looks like dog food and cardboard. Now I’m making fun of your food.”

I snorted. The thing about Stiles was that even when he was roasting you, he had the unique ability to put you at ease, just by virtue of treating everyone the same way. He could be sarcastic and blunt and unnervingly confrontational, but he was that way towards everyone. Maybe if I hung out with him enough, those qualities would rub off on me.

“How dare you?” I said. “Just for that, I’m stealing some of your fries.” I reached across the table and snagged the biggest curl of greasy potato from his plate.

Stiles stared at me blankly. “If you wanted real fries, you could’ve just ordered them.”

“Hmm, it’s more fun this way,” I said cheerily.

“Wow, I have half a mind to out of this diner right now, but you’re cute, so I’ll allow it.” He leaned back against the booth and grinned. I smiled shyly at the unexpected compliment and stared down at my lap. “So, what’s your deal?” he asked.

I looked up. “My deal?”

“Yeah. Erica hits me up out of nowhere and tells me to take you out, which I don’t mind at all. We’ve just never been particularly close.”

I nibbled on a fry. “What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me why we’re really here.”

I paused. “You’ll judge me if I do.”

Stiles tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms over his chest. “Unless the reason you’re with me right now is that you need an alibi for a murder scheme, I probably won’t judge you, but even then…” I gave him a small smile and shrugged. “Here,” he extended his pinkie, “I promise I won’t judge, okay?”

I laughed and twisted my pinkie with his. “Okay.”

I told him about the casual arrangement I had with Isaac, getting jealous after seeing him kiss another girl, asking Erica to set me up with a distraction, getting into a fight with Isaac, and finally ending our whole arrangement.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yep.”

“First of all, Isaac Lahey? Doesn’t deserve you. You could do way better. Second, should I be offended or flattered that I’m just being passed around to different girls as a distraction? And third…” Stiles reached forward and laid his hand over mine, “I’m sorry this is all happening to you. I know what it’s like to see the person I’m into be all over someone else.”

I was nodding along until he said the last part. “Wait, what? I’m not into Isaac,” I said incredulously.

“Yeah, you kinda are. Why else would you be upset that he kissed someone else?”

“Um, because he hid it from me?”

“Nah, I’m not buying it.”

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and tried to retract my hand from his.

Stiles grinned and gripped my hand tighter. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay to have feelings for him. Just don’t fall in love with me too, kid.” He winked.

I tried to give him an unimpressed stare, but I couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled out of my throat. “I’ll try.”

“I know, I’m pretty hard to resist.” Stiles looked me dead in the eye, grabbed his milkshake, opened his mouth to take a sip and missed the straw completely, aimlessly moving his head and searching for it with his tongue. I laughed at him so loud that people gave me judgmental stares.

~*~*~*~

After we left the diner, we climbed back into his jeep. I graciously allowed Stiles to turn on the radio. In the spirit of our mutual dislike for Isaac, we loudly sang along to “I Don’t Fuck With You.” I realized I hadn’t felt sad about Isaac the entire time I’d been out with Stiles. Erica was right; he was the perfect distraction.

We were still parked outside the diner. I looked over at Stiles. Suddenly, I had the overwhelming urge to lean over the console and kiss Stiles on the cheek, so I did. I started moving away, but before I could, he surged forward and connected our lips. We were kissing for about four seconds before he pulled away.

“Sorry,” he said. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s cool,” I said, licking my bottom lip. Stiles tasted like the strawberry from his milkshake. “Wanna do it again?”

His mouth parted slightly. He looked surprised. “Really?” Without answering, I closed the distance between us and kissed him again, on his lips this time.

I grabbed the back of his neck and mushed our mouths closer. His lips tasted sweet. His sugar-coated tongue slipped into my mouth. He placed his hand timidly on my bare thigh where my dress had ridden up.

Stiles was a good kisser. I liked the feeling of his hands on my body and his lips on my lips, but even in the midst of all this, I couldn’t help but be reminded of Isaac, kissing him just this morning because we had woken up in the same bed together.

I tried to get my mind off him and focus on what Stiles was doing. Stiles kissing the corner of my mouth, Stiles grazing his lips against my jaw, then my neck, every once in a while tasting my skin with his tongue. He was sucking on my collarbone when my phone started buzzing in the cup holder.

I tried to ignore it, but against the plastic container, it was rattling obnoxiously. I pulled away, despite Stiles’s little whine of protest. “I’m sorry, let me just turn it off-oh.”

“What?” Stiles asked.

“It’s Isaac. What do I do?” I asked, a little panicked.

“I want to give you unbiased advice,” Stiles said, “but I currently have a boner, so my interests are a little biased at the moment.”

I ignored the call, but the moment was already ruined.

~*~*~*~

Since I couldn’t get back into the mood, Stiles offered to just drive me home. The car ride was silent and awkward and sexually frustrating all at once, and it was all Isaac’s fault.

“I’m sorry,” I said as Stiles pulled into my driveway.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault your ex boy toy takes every chance to screw me over.”

I chuckled. “Guess we’re both getting screwed by him.” I nervously picked at chipped polish on my nail. “Hey Stiles?”

“Hm?”

“Do you maybe wanna come inside?” I asked before I lost my nerve, hoping Stiles would understand what I was really asking him.

Stiles licked his lips. “Really?” Seemed like he understood pretty clearly.

I shrugged. “Offer’s on the table.”

Stiles pursed his mouth and squinted at me. “Do you wanna do this just to get back at Isaac, or are you actually into me like that?”

“Is it bad if I say both?”

“Maybe, but I’m no better, because I do want to come inside. Your house. Not-” I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter. “Shut up,” he muttered, which only made me laugh harder.

I reached for the door handle, but Stiles stopped me. I was confused until he jogged around the front and opened my door for me again. “If this is how polite you are on all your dates, you must get laid all the time.”

“You know how I do,” Stiles said, making me snort. He wove his fingers through mine, and we walked towards my front door. When we arrived, I nearly tripped and fell, because the last thing I expected to see was Isaac sitting on my doorsteps.

“Jesus fucking christ Lahey, are you kidding me?” Stiles said, grabbing my arm to steady me. “You’re creepy as hell, you know that?”

Isaac remained expressionless. He stood up and dusted off his khakis. “Really, I’m creepy? You stalked Lydia for years and she didn’t even know your name.”

“What did you just-” Stiles sputtered.

“Alright,” I interrupted before they started throwing fisticuffs. “Isaac, what are you doing here?”

He frowned. “I was waiting for you. I didn’t think you’d bring him back with you.”

“He is my date, which I told you before, and we had a great time, so I invited him in,” I said in a clipped tone.

“To get back at me.” I froze. “That’s what you told him in the car, right? Why are you getting back at me? What did I do?”

I looked down. “Nothing,” I mumbled. “I don’t know.” The silence stretched on. Beside me, Stiles was impatiently tapping his heel. He exhaled loudly.

“Really?” he said. “You’re both gonna do this now, right before I was supposed to get laid?”

Stiles was fed up, which became abundantly clear when he cursed our “unnatural capacity to be stubborn little shits.” He grabbed our arms and led us inside. He marched us up my stairs to my bedroom and told us to sit down. He stood in front of us with the authority and sternness of a school vice principal.

“We are going to resolve this right now,” Stiles stated.

“Resolve what?” Isaac mumbled. “I didn’t even do anything.”

I snorted. “Yeah right.”

Isaac turned to me. “What’s your problem?” he asked. The fact that he had the audacity to ask like he still didn’t know was infuriating. I was over it.

“Your face,” I muttered. I was aware I sounded like a child. I didn’t care.

“Oh, that’s mature. My face is your problem?”

“Yep.”

“Well your face sucks too.”

“That’s not what you said this morning,” I retorted.

“That’s because you weren’t acting like this this morning.”

“Well your face was better this morning.”

Isaac looked absolutely vexed. It was almost funny. “What does that even mean?”

“Holy shit,” Stiles said. “She’s mad because you kissed another girl. And many others possibly, but she saw you with someone at school today. That’s why she’s mad.”

“Stiles, what the fuck?!” I sputtered as he exposed me.

I felt my face get hot. I turned to Isaac, who was looking at me with his mouth parted in surprise and awe. This was so fucking embarrassing.

“Look,” I said, “you don’t have to explain yourself, okay? We never set any rules for what this was, and I just assumed we wouldn’t be seeing other people. So it’s fine. I’ll get over it.”

I scooted backwards on my bed until I reached the stack of pillows near the headboard. I locked my arms around my knees and hid my face. In the silence, I heard faint mumblings and harsh whispers. Lifting my head, I watched Stiles and Isaac engaging in an inaudible argument of accusatory finger pointing and other frustrated hand gestures. I ducked my head again. I couldn’t face the mess I’d made.

The weight on the mattress shifted. I felt a presence to my left. A hand rested gently on my arm. I looked up. It was Isaac, looking at me with a guilty expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. I wasn’t messing around with anyone else in the beginning. That started a few weeks ago.”

“If you wanted to mess around with other people, you should’ve just told me. I thought we were close enough that you could tell me anything,” I said, unable to keep the sadness out of my voice.

“I didn’t want to mess around with other people. I only did it because I started having feelings for you.”

I froze. “You what?”

Isaac sighed. “I like you. A lot. I couldn’t tell you because I know you only think of me as your friend. I did try at one point to stop what we were doing, but I wanted you too much. But it was killing me not to tell you, so I got sad, like really sad. I couldn’t tell you I was basically in love with you, and I didn’t want to deal with how depressed it was making me, so I started messing around with other people. I fucked up.”

“You’re in love with me,” I repeated in awe. Of all the things I expected him to say, that information was nowhere on the list. “I can’t believe it.”

Isaac winced. “Look, you don’t need to address it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or feel obligated to comfort me or anything. I’ll deal with it on my own. I don’t want things to change between us just because of this.”

"But things have changed,” I said, thinking out loud. “Because I love you too.”

Isaac blinked. “You do?”

I nodded. “Yeah,” I laughed in disbelief. “I think that’s why I was so mad. I didn’t even realize I had feelings for you until today. Stiles figured it out first. Oh shit, Stiles.”

Stiles raised his hand like a teacher just called on him for attendance. “That’s me,” he said.

“Oh god, I’m sorry you got caught up in the middle of all this,” I said.

Stiles shrugged. “No worries. Erica said there was a possibility I would get laid, and it was with you, so I was down for whatever. Actually I’m still down if you two are about to fuck.”

I sputtered. My entire face felt like it was on flames. I laughed nervously. “You’re still down to what?”

“To fuck.”

“Fuck who?”

“Fuck you. And Isaac.”

My eyes darted back and forth between the two boys currently on my bed. What did he just say? “What did you just say?” I squeaked.

Stiles blinked. “What? Haven’t you ever had a threesome before?”

“Haven’t I-? No, of course not! That’s freaky, even for me.”

“Really? Oh. I just thought, considering you have a reputation for being kinda promiscuous, no offense.”

I glared at Stiles. Full offense.

“No seriously, it’s not a bad thing at all. We all have an inner slut and there’s nothing wrong with expressing that. I’ve had lots of threesomes before. I’m sure Isaac has too.”

I snorted. “No way. Isaac’s too vanilla, right Isaac?”

I turned to Isaac. He grinned guiltily. “Uh, actually.”

“See,” Stiles said, smirking.

My jaw dropped open. “How did I not know this about you?”

Isaac shrugged. “Never really came up. It’s honestly not a big deal.”

“Wow, I feel like such a prude right now. Who’d you even do it with?” I asked.

“Scott and Derek,” Isaac answered.

My jaw fell open again. “And you, Stiles?”

“Scott and Erica.”

“Wow, Scott really takes care of his pack huh?”

Stiles laughed. "He takes his true alpha status to heart. But anyway, you don’t have to do it. I’m just saying, it’s fun, and I personally am horny and down for whatever.”

“I…” Thinking about being with Stiles and Isaac at the same time made something flutter in my lower stomach. I glanced at Isaac, questioning him silently. He smiled and shrugged casually in an I’m-down-if-you’re-down kind of way.

I inhaled.

“Okay. I, yeah. I’m in."

Isaac grinned. “Well this is a surprising turn of events. Just to clarify,” Isaac gestured at the empty space between us, “we’re together right? Now that we’re both in love and all?”

“That is correct, yes,” I said matter-of-factly.

Isaac leaned forward and kissed my shoulder.

Stiles clapped his hands. “Alright, alright, congratulations to the happy couple. Just a reminder: I made this happen. You guys owe me.”

“Was your 3-way suggestion not your way of collecting?” I asked sarcastically.

Stiles shrugged. “Only if it goes really well.”

“Jesus,” I said, rolling my eyes. “So uh, how do we do this?” I wiped my palms on my bed sheet. Starting off sweaty. Less than ideal.

Stiles stood up and walked around my bed towards us. He unbuttoned his flannel with each step and discarded it on the floor. Okay, straight to the point.

“Don’t be so shy,” said Isaac sarcastically, but watched Stiles with anticipation.

Stiles grinned before cradling the back of my neck and leaning down to kiss me. “Oh right, acting shy to get girls is more your style,” Stiles replied, with no real malice in his tone. It almost sounded like they were flirting with each other.

Isaac rolled his eyes. He turned to me, caught me watching him. His expression changed, becoming softer. He leaned forward, his lips gently trailing down my neck. Stiles laid me flat on my bed. They both laid on either side of me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Isaac asked.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I want you. Both of you.”

part 2 is coming.

#daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman #dylan obrien #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan obrien imagine #stiles stilinski smut #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey #I COULDNT POST THE LAST PART WHERE THE 3WAY HAPPENS IM SORRY #ITS TOO S*XUAL????#i'll post it later after i make it less uhh *intense*

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