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themonkeycabal · 3 years

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WandaVision Ep 4 SPOILERS

Yes, spoilers,

Wherein I watch and say stuff that might or might not be worth reading.

After a little bit of a lackluster start, there was good story progress last week. An escalation of weird, which I appreciated. I'll probably have to relive it, because Disney doesn't want to let me skip the previously. Ever. Why are you the way you are, Disney?

Geraldine/Monica is made of whispery voices and swirling dust and such. Weird. She's sitting in a chair, sleeping, and apparently being reconstituted. She wakes to a hospital room but outside is chaos. Lots of yelling and people running about. There's like swirling dust or human confetti everywhere, and other people are being reconstituted left and right. Seems unusual. Not the sort of thing that normally happens in hospitals. Oh, are they being un-snapped? The great un-snappening. The un-snapapalooza. The fall of the snappocalypse. I'll stop. I guess we're in a flashback of sorts.

Dudes, Monica just like full on hip checked some dude into the boards. She didn't mean it, but, damn, that guy went flying. Nobody knows what's going on, it's madness. A doctor recognizes her and asks where she went and Monica's all "uh, what? I took a nap?" Napping and then snapping and then popping back into existence. Ain't that just the way? Oh, sad, her mom died while she was missing for five years. :(

Sentient Weapon Observation Response Division — please nobody expect me to remember that. They have a Cape Canaveral looking compound with multiple launch pads and a very large hanger smack in the middle. Gee how neat for them that they get to operate out in the open, Phil Coulson says (in my head) with a whole lot of sarcasm.

Oh, right, they called it the Blip. The Great Un-Blippening. That doesn't sound as good. What on earth with the massive monitors in the main lobby. Nobody likes watching the news that much. Monica is trying to brazenly walk through the front doors with a badge that doesn't work and wow, security guy is kind of a dick. Oh, she belongs there. Captain Monica Rambeau. Captain, good for her.

And now security dick is revealed to be even more dickish, since this is just after the Blip and she's trying to go back to work. Like, SWORD couldn't put out a memo "Be on the lookout for recently unblipped personnel. Don't be massive dicks to them when their security badges don't work, because of how they got blipped and all"? Also maybe a reorientation packet, or like a desk out front "Back from the Blip? Talk to Lt. Mandy Smith in HR about your reactivation options today!" I'm just spitballing here. I get it was chaotic, but that's no reason to let the unblipped get a rude welcome. It wasn't their fault Thanos was critically dumb.

Blip no longer sounds like a word.

Anyway, the acting director is fortunately there to meet her before she could drop her gloves and punch the security dick in the dick. Aww, Maria Rambeau is on the Wall of Valor, or whatever they call it at SWORD.

Things aren't going well at SWORD. The Blip put the hurt on the division. Their remaining astronaut trainees have chickened out. Oh, what if there was like crew up in orbit that got blipped and then when they unblipped five years later … yikes. Well, I'll allow the 'lost their nerve' may have a solid basis in horribleness that probably occurred around the Blip. I retract the 'chickened out' comment.

This is a very long walk-and-talk. Maria Rambeau built SWORD "from the ground up". Bless.

The Director has grounded Monica. Well, actually, her mom grounded her, making protocols in case vanished personnel one day returned. Lol. Though, I mean, I'd guess she'd know, what with Carol and all. "I know it's a raw deal, but there is one positive takeaway. She believed you'd come back." Awww

So, she's off to deal with some sort of missing persons case in New Jersey overseeing the loan of one of their drones for the FBI. I guess Wanda will be the missing person. Yep, she's off to Westview. Which has seen better days.

Hey! It's Agent Woo! I like you Agent Woo! Did I know he was in this? I don't remember. Randall Park's great. A happy surprise.

Hmm, he has a missing witness. So, not Wanda, then. Hmm again. Agent Woo contacted known associates, family, friends — none of them have ever heard of the witness. A mystery!

Oh and there's another wrinkle.

"Pardon me Sheriff, would you mind repeating your claim about Westview to my colleague here?"

"No such place," he says, standing next to the 'Welcome to Westview" sign.

Hmmm, puzzling. Jimmy Woo can't reach anybody listed as living in town. So, wait, the town doesn't exist, except it does, but, nobody thinks it does, so where did he get the phone records for residents? The phone company was just like "here's your records for the imaginary city of Westview, all 3,000+ residents that never existed, and yet we have the numbers and we're just not going to question that". Weird.

"So you can't reach anyone inside and everyone on the outside has some sort of selective amnesia?" That does seem to be the case, Monica. Super odd. Agent Woo is very sanguine about the whole thing. He dealt with Scott Lang, I guess after that everything else is like, 'meh'.

"Why haven't' you gone inside to investigate?" A fine question, Captain.

"Because it doesn't want me to." That's just creepy, Agent Woo. "You can feel it, too, can't you? Nobody's supposed to go in." I guess this is where the drone will come in handy. Oh, it's the little helicopter that Wanda found in the bushes in the second episode. I'm going to pretend that super advanced SWORD drones would totally look like cheap RC toy helicopters. I guess that's a disguise?

Monica wants to know why she and Agent Woo are aware that Westview exists and nobody else is. Does that mean the Sheriff was standing next to the Welcome to Westview sign and just did not see it at all? He was just hanging out in the middle of nowhere with a weirdly laconic FBI agent who kept asking about the town that very clearly wasn't just right behind them? That's a little more than amnesia.

Also, Agent Woo's hero was Elliot Ness. Of course it was.

Oh no, the drone vanished as it crossed the town line! There's an energy field around the town that looks like what happens when you push your fingers against an old monitor and get the weird pixelly rainbow. Agent Woo's all "please no touch" and Monica's all "yes, I think I'll stick my whole hand in there." And she got sucked in. Agent Woo's gotta be like "WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY EVER LISTEN TO ME?"

24 hours later. Darcy! Some sort of transport van. A trio of other suits in the back, plus Darcy. She tries to talk to one of the dudes and he's all "we're not supposed to talk to each other!" "Boy Scout leader, got it." Relax, uptight guy. Pfft, what sort of team is that? The rest give up their specialty. Aww, bless, she went into astrophysics. "We've got the full clown car." heh.

Boy Scout leader finally caving to peer pressure: "I'm a chemical engineer." Darcy: "No one cares." lol. Missed you, girlfriend!

And in 24 hours SWORD/FBI whoever have set up a little military camp. Oh a "response base". How banally euphemistic. There's like a whole bunch of agencies there, as well as Army and Air Force.

Dr. Lewis. Oh, I'm so proud. I bet Jane was over the moon. Saved from poli-sci!

Elsewhere another drone vanishes. Darcy darcys a lot at an uptight uniform who is breathing down her neck "make your assessment" and it's delightful. Darcy notices some high levels of cosmic background radiation and also something weird layered over the top of that. Hmm, she needs a tv. "An old one, like not flat." One with vacuum tubes, perhaps?

In another part of the camp, they send in a guy in a hazmat suit, down into the sewers, looking for Monica. I guess he'll be the beekeper Wanda tosses in ep 2. Jimmy Woo is not optimistic about that plan. He tells the SWORD Director all about it.

"Someone must really miss you back at Quantico." "No, sir, softball season is over." Lol.

All their high tech scanning is turning up nothing.

Uhoh, screaming. Oh, nevermind, it's the laughtrack. While everybody else was dicking around with the LIDAR, Darcy has tracked down the last tube tv in New Jersey and has tuned into the Wanda Dimension. Episode one is playing.

Darcy is understandably particularly baffled by Vision. "Look, I know it's been a crazy few years on this planet, but he's dead right? Not blipped. Dead." Poor Vision. Alas.

Director wants to know if the broadcast is realtime or a recording. Or what? Darcy's like "how tf should I know?"

Jimmy asks the good question "So you're saying the universe created a sitcom staring two Avengers?" "It's a working theory."

Now SWORD fans out! And collects every ye olde TV on the eastern seaboard. Who doesn't love a good sitcom, amiright? (Me. Me do not love sitcoms). The Director storms off to wherever for whatever reason. I don't know, don't care. Jimmy and Darcy are on the case.

Darcy is IDing the other "characters" in the sitcom, who appear to be real people with NJ driver's liscenses, while Jimmy is wondering why the force field is hexagonal. You've got me there. And now we're montaging.

Jimmy ponders the big board of 'characters' and Darcy drops her cup o' noodles when she spots Monica in the second episode. He and Darcy discuss and he's like "is it an alternate reality, time travel, some cockamamie social experiment?" Darcy's all "it's a sitcom." A pure mystery.

Darcy comes up with the idea to reach out to Wanda via the radio in her kitchen. "Next time she's washing dishes — which by my count happens about once an episode, barf." heh. She tech babbles some and I'm very proud.

A minion agent runs up with the latest intel from the most recent episode, it's a picture of the SWORD drone that looks more retro (frankly it looks better than the 'real world' one.) Hmmm, such a puzzler. Why did it change, they wonder.

Darcy Lewis and Jimmy Woo are a partnership I can totally get behind. Jimmy was the voice trying to reach Wanda. Darcy's watching the show while Jimmy's trying the radio thing. It's the second episode where Wanda's talking to Emma Caulfield and things go weird. Good. I'm glad they jumped us to the outside world by ep four. While I thought the first two eps were slow, I think maybe they'll work better once we can watch the whole thing at a go.

Dude is still crawling through the sewers. I completely forgot he was down there. And the field extends below ground and he just crawled through it and became a beekeeper, and his safety rope snapped and … became a jumprope?

And then Wanda wishes him to the cornfield. (I guess? We don't see what happens to him.)

SWORD is watching episode three.

"1950s, 1960s, and now 70s. Why does it keep switching time periods. It can't be purely for my enjoyment can it?" Guys, it's so good to see Darcy. "I can't believe Wanda and Vision are having a baby." No really, Jimmy and Darcy, BFFS 4EVAH! They're eating chips and watching the episode. Delightful. Just delightful.

"Twins. What a twist." Jimmy gives Darcy a look. "I'm invested!"

Monica mentions Ultron and Jimmy and Darcy are like "Whoa!".

They notice the screen sort of glitches and then Monica is gone and it's the end credits. Like when Bee guy vanished. Darcy and Jimmy are confused. "Someone is censoring the broadcast." Yeah, Wanda. She's gone to the scary place, friends.

Alarms go off and they run off. But, we go into Wanda World the aspect ratio changes from 4:3 to 16:9 and it's a new angle on when Wanda went all scary at Monica, demanding to know who she is. And then, of course, she gets kicked out of Wanda World.

"Wanda, I'm just your neighbor." "Then how could you know about Ultron?"

Wanda brings up the glowy hands of scary. "You are a stranger and an outsider and right now you are trespassing here. And I want you to leave." And then she zooms Monica out through the walls and fences and fields and that looked like it probably hurt.

Oh gross. Wanda turns around and sees Dead Vision. The big hole in his head and his face all, you know, dead looking. She looks away and then he's normal when she looks back. Well, now this has turned all sad, you guys. "We can go wherever we want." "No, we can't." Sad. Poor Wanda. The aspect ratio goes back to 4:3. I’m sure Editorial was like “oh god, again?”

"Don't worry darling, I have everything under control."

I don't think so, Wanda.

Good ep! My only real takeaway is that none of this is going to end particularly happily.

So … Darcy and Jimmy, BFFS 4EVAH!

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ruthoakenshield · 3 years

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Very Good Friends (Chapter 8)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]

Reader x Henry Cavill, Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!! Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, humiliation, and some fluff to make us feel better. Smut comes later on in the story… Several chapters down the road… I promise!!!

If ANY of the warnings upset you or make you uncomfortable, DO NOT read below the cut! go find something else to read in this case.

If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested. GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

Sunday morning arrives and it is cloudy and raining. Henry lays on the bed, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the trailer as you sleep, head still on his Pec. Arms wrapped around his broad chest and fingers holding his shirt. your body still wrapped in the comforter burrito. Neither of you shifted positions as you slept, and he still has his cheek resting against your head. The scent of peppermint still comforting his thoughts. He smiles realizing you seemed to sleep through the night with no nightmares this time. He hopes you finally got some much needed rest.

He thinks about the things the counselor said yesterday and he wonders if the self-defense class would help you like it did the other women. It certainly couldn’t hurt. He thought it might help you if he took the class as well. Then you both could spar together. He decided he’d talk to you about it when you woke up.

He wondered if you would like to try drawing or painting or creative writing to help you sort things out in your pretty little head of yours. He decided to ask you about it as well.

It was the beginning of August and it was chilly now in the mornings and evenings. He hadn’t turned on the furnace in the trailer yet. Though you were in your comforter burrito, he was for the most part uncovered and a little chilly. He made a mental note to have maintenance check the furnace and turn it on for him.

Henry hears his phone chirp, and he glances over to the nightstand where it sat. He reaches over and frowns when he sees it’s his publicist. He grabs his phone and unlocks it to see the message from his publicist: “Henry, FYI: Someone leaked what happened to the paparazzi, but are playing Dan as the victim. They’re having a heyday. Try to keep y/n off of social media and away from tv. Her publicist and I are teaming up with the studio’s trying to do damage control. Be careful who you talk with and share info with till we find out who the leaker is.” It read.

He quickly replies to her: “The only people we’ve talked to about any of this is the hospital staff, the police, the executive of the studio and the counselor besides my agent, you, y/n’s agent and her publicist, and my PA. I don’t know if y/n talked with her PA at all. What all is being said about y/n?” Henry asks.

She replies: “They’re saying she is falsely accusing him and that she forced him, and wanted it rough and that she was mad at him for rejecting her repeated attempts to get him to date her. She’s being labeled as a whore, who is trying to ruin his career.

Sounds to us like it’s his agent trying to set her up to take the blame so Dan can get off scott free since she is new to the business. They seem to think she can be used as the scapegoat.

There’s several of your castmates who have already posted to social media defending y/n and saying that Dan was the one harassing her and not taking no for an answer and that HE was the one wanting to date her and she refused him repeatedly. They also stated that she didn’t show up for his going away party and was the only one to do so. (Though they don’t know her reason for not showing up – no one has been told of her injuries yet except the studio heads, the director and the producers.)

The studio is trying to figure out if they can salvage the film now or if they are going to have to scrap it now that Dan’s fucked it up with this PR stunt. There’s talk of going after him for damages if the film flops or if they have to scrap it or delay it and have his role recast and refilm all his scenes.” His publicist texts him.

Henry groans, making you stir. He caresses your head, and you fall back asleep. Henry rubs his face, his brows knitted, and his forehead creased with worry.

“Ugh!!! Ok. What do you want me to do? She’s staying in my trailer and is REALLY struggling to come to terms with all this. She’s been having nightmares and last night was the first night she didn’t have them and slept soundly (on my chest).” Henry messages back.

“I’ll ask the director. I think we need to let the cast see y/n and talk to her; or show them the photos of the injures she sustained and explain to them their extent, so they know just how badly she’s been hurt. I have the photos from the PD in case we needed to have evidence shared of her injuries. I’ve edited them so her face isn’t showing, and her privates are covered. The arm, thigh and torso bruising and the obvious hand bruises on her neck should be sufficient to convince them.

Everyone was wondering why her trailer was being searched by the PD and why it was removed, then Dan pulls this PR stunt and eveyone’s asking me and her PR what’s going on. All we told them was that Dan attacked y/n and raped her the night before the party. But they don’t know how badly she was hurt.

The doctor I spoke with who treated her said she had serious lesions both in her ass and her vagina and throat from what Dan did to her, and that they had bled heavily from the sex. He suspected that Dan had some kind of ribbed sleeve or harness with stiff ribs or nubs on it that was scraping her as he had his way with her that caused the lesions. He said they are meant to be used with lube and there was no lube in her at all in neither of her holes nor her throat. He said it would’ve been incredibly painful and exposed her to a high risk for infection and STD’s if he had any.

The police found an empty box of condoms in her bedroom garbage. It contained 36 originally, when they searched the bedroom garbage and the bathroom one, they came up with all 36 of them and most of them had her blood and his semen in/on them. They also found dildos in varying sizes, some insanely bizarre, in Dan’s possession with her DNA on them buy only his hand / finger prints when they arrested him at his trailer. Judging by the security cameras’ he was in her trailer almost 12 hours.” She informs Henry.

He lays there in shock, he rubs his face and looks down at you. His face red with anger realizing you most likely endured at least 7 hours of this kind of torture. He cups your head with his hand and kisses your forehead. Wishing he had only known Dan’s intent and could’ve stopped it.

“Oh God! She said they watched one movie and she had put in the second one. Then she doesn’t remember what happened after that other than waking up twice to Dan fucking her. So, he was there at least two hours before he began to assault her sexually! God only knows how long it lasted and if he slept at all or raped her the entire time!” Henry replies. “I can’t imagine what she went through! No wonder she is emotionally shutting down and trying to just retreat inward! No wonder why she’s hurting physically SO bad!” he adds.

Henry caresses your head and back, he sighs. Not sure what to do now or how to help you. He just wants to cry knowing now, what you most likely endured. It was worse than anyone could’ve imagined. He hopes the cops throw the book at his idiot co-star. It just makes him sick what Dan did.

He snaps a photo of you asleep on his chest with his hand on your back, keeping his face out of the photo. Posting it to his Instagram page, he writes. “I am thinking of and praying for this wonderful, talented, incredibly kind, patient and amazing woman. You’ve endured more horrors than I could possibly imagine! I’m glad to know you and my support, thoughts and prayers are with you, Kitten, during this rough patch. You’ll get through it and shine all the brighter in the end. Keep your chin up our brave sweetheart, rest when you can, and don’t give up! We got your back!”

He sighs again and locks his screen. Setting it face down, he looks down at you and shakes his head in both amazement of what all you’ve endured, and sadness because he was not there to protect you and stop it. His heart aches for you. He closes his eyes and just holds you trying to be as supportive as he can.

About an hour later, he gets a group text from the director, producers and executive of the studio. “Please come to a meeting at the studio office today at 2pm to discuss current events and future plans for the film. Henry, bring y/n with you.”

Henry visibly cringes at the message. It either means they’re scrapping it, or they’re going forward and have some serious plans hoping to make this film work.

Henry carefully turns the two of you onto your sides, with you against the pillows you had propped there behind you when you climbed in next to him. He gently peels your arms off his shirt and he carefully slips himself out from beside you, propping you with more pillows to keep you hopefully asleep and comfortable for a while yet. He suspects his phone is going to blow up now and doesn’t want to disturb you.

Henry turns the ringer off, so it just vibrates and keeps it in his pants pocket as he gets up and heads for the bathroom. He does his thing and gets freshened up and goes into his room and changes clothes. About a half hour later, he starts getting messages from the other costars asking what’s going on. He sighs and does a conference call with them all while he is in the guest bathroom on the opposite end of the trailer, trimming his beard stubble, so you weren’t bothered.

He tells them he can’t say much about what’s going on until the meeting. He explains you’re staying with him in his trailer because it is where you currently feel safe and protected, and that you are really struggling with what happened to you. He asks them to please be supportive of you and to respect your need to just cope.

They ask if what Dan is claiming is true and Henry tells them no, it is quite the opposite. “Just be careful who you talk to about this. There’s a leaker somewhere and we haven’t been able to find out who it is. When we get to the meeting you all will be filled in with exactly what happened and how bad it really is. Until then, don’t comment to anyone about any of this.”

They ask if he has any idea if the film will continue or be scrapped. “I have no idea. My agent said they were trying to figure out what to do, there was talk of scrapping it if there’s no way to save it, depending on the public outcry; they talked about replacing Dan with a different actor and re-filming all the scenes he was in, and there was talk of going after Dan for damages depending on what is decided. I have no idea what option they chose or if they came up with other options. “It’s a PR nightmare thanks to Dan deciding to be an asshole.” Henry tells them.

“How is y/n doing, Henry? I mean really.” One co-star asks. Henry sighs, “She’s struggling big time. I am too. She is hurting immensely, both physically and emotionally. She’s been having nightmares and struggling to get restful sleep because of what Dan did to her. It just makes me sick to know what he did and be powerless to really help besides holding her and letting her cry and trying to be supportive and encouraging. You’ll understand when you see her. I hope they throw the book at Dan for what he did. He’s a monster as far as I’m concerned. No woman should have to go through what he did to her!” Henry growls, trying to keep quiet and not wake you up.

They are all quiet. “Henry, would you mind if we left her some encouragement outside your trailer? We don’t want to disturb her or anything, just want to let her know we’re thinking about her and support her in this and that we’re here for her. Whatever she needs.” They ask.

“That’s fine, guys. I’m sure she’ll appreciate any support we can give her. This isn’t going to be a fast recovery by any means.” He tells them.

“She’s such a great gal, Hen, I’m so sorry to hear Dan hurt her so badly. She was such a little ray of sunshine on set, always smiling and bubbly.” One costar comments. There’s murmuring of agreement amongst the co-stars. “Yeah, we all saw how Dan would treat her on set. I regret not reporting him now.” another costar says. Others murmur similar regret. “Well if you hear noise outside the trailer, don’t be alarmed, it’s just us. Okay, Hen?” they tell him. “Okay guys. We’ll see you around 2pm.” He tells them and hangs up.

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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When the World Goes Boom (Part Four)

This bit was a challenge to write. I’ve actually moved into writing stuff down for the planning of this fic so things are getting more complicated. I would really like to know why I suddenly can’t write short fic anymore. This one is over 7000 words now with plenty to go ::sigh:: I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Spoilers & Warnings: Spoilers for season three, angst, 2115 words

Many thanks to @scribbles97 and @i-am-chidorixblossom for putting up with my crazy and reading this at random moments.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Gordon accompanied Grandma back to the hospital. His father’s voice had been almost vacant of emotion when he made the request. Scott is asking for his grandmother, can you please come back in.

It wasn’t really a question.

Grandma shot him a worried look as he grabbed his wallet. John was still in the house office. Gordon had tried to speak to his brother, but Eos had growled at him at the door.

He got the message.

Didn’t stop him from worrying.

He recognised they were in a bad spot, but the outlook was positive. Alan was going to get better; Scott should recover soon. It was hard, but not insurmountable and he fought to maintain his positivity. He had to think positive. That was the key to everything.

Grandma was ever so quiet. There was none of her usually bubbly chatter. Instead it was replaced with a silent frown, thoughts obviously churning behind those eyes. It was disturbing. She hadn’t offered to cook a meal since they got here.

“They are getting better, Grandma.”

She blinked and looked over at him. “I know, honey.” A critical blue eye appraised his clothing. “You should bring a jacket. We’re not in the tropics at the moment.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Grandma.”

She had dragged him and Virgil back here late last night, determined that he sleep in his own bed. Gordon hadn’t wanted too. He would rather have stayed with Alan. But his grandmother pointed out, and rightly so, that Alan was sleeping with medication tonight and would be fine under the care of the hospital. Gordon needed his sleep and he needed to go home.

Sure, Gordon needed to go home. This just wasn’t home.

But both brothers did as they were asked.

Somehow Virgil was gone before Gordon woke.

He suspected his older brother was taking his coffee intravenously to be out of bed that early. But he left a note and Gordon was to take the baton after Alan’s dressing changes.

Gordon’s lips thinned just thinking about that, but it meant he was going into the hospital anyway. Their father’s request was just timely.

The house in Parnell was close to everything important in Auckland, including the hospital. The early morning sun was bright and the view across the bay was blue and clear. His body ached for the water, but it wasn’t happening. He turned back to the car and forced a smile at the driver. He got a sad smile in return.

The drive was short, the hospital entrance like a maw, just like all hospital entrances, as he stepped into another world behind those doors.

A world from which he was willing to do anything to free his brothers.

Being Tracys they did get a little extra special treatment. Well, special in the way that they had to have it due to their celebrity. Scott and Alan’s room was separate from the main ICU, hidden away and secured by IR security and Kayo. Once past the guards, a small empty corridor led to three lonely chairs sat against stark white walls beside a door.

His footsteps echoed on the scrubbed linoleum.

Grandma gently took his wrist. “Gordon.” Blue eyes looked into his. “Could you please go and find Virgil and Alan?”

A frown. “Are you okay, Grandma?”

“I’m fine, honey. I just need to speak to your father.”

Alone.

It wasn’t said, but he got the message. “Okay, Grandma. Comm me, if you need me.”

“Always.” A soft smile and her hand briefly cupped his cheek.

He knew his smile in return was weak, but he gave it what he had.

As he turned to leave, the door opened and his tired father emerged. Gordon stopped in his tracks. Dad looked awful. Pale, bags under his eyes, immediate flashbacks to the early days of his return had Gordon’s heart thudding in his chest. A step forward, but Grandma grabbed his wrist again.

“Go find Alan, honey.”

A glance between his father and grandmother. “Okay, Grandma.” His hand wrapped around hers. “Comm me.”

She nodded once and let him go.

A nod, a smile at his father and he spun on his heel and strode back down the corridor.

Worry on his heels.

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Sally Tracy was tired. But all the Tracys were tired so this was nothing special. Until all her boys were healthy and back with her on the Island, she wouldn’t be happy.

Jeff was overdoing it, of course. Her five grandsons inherited their stubbornness honestly from both sides of their gene pool. Lucy had been just as bad.

She looked up at her son and as always wondered how he had gotten so tall. She would always remember the tiny baby in her arms oh so long ago. He had grown into a man of who she was ever so proud, but the crick in her neck was becoming chronic.

Gordon was a relief.

Not that she would ever tell him.

“Jefferson, you should go home.”

“I plan to.” It was said with such depression her heart skipped a beat.

“Has something happened?” There had been something in his voice over comms, there was everything in his posture and expression now. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Mom.”

Hands on her hips. “Don’t you lie to my face, young man.”

“I’m not a young man anymore, Mom. I’m tired. I’m going back to the house.” He gestured towards the door. “Scott asked for you. He’s still a little disorientated. Be careful around the subject of Alan, he’s still forgetting his brother is safe.”

Sally grabbed her son’s wrist, a part of her mind registering the differences compared to Gordon’s

‘Worn’ was the word that came to mind.

She sought his eyes with her own. “What is it, Jeff?”

He twisted gently and wrapped her hand in both of his. “Scott needs you, mom.” A distinctly forced smile. “Go look after your grandson.”

Her lips thinned and she took his hand in hers and led him back into the hospital room. She didn’t miss his frustrated sigh.

“Grandma?”

The fear in Scott’s eyes brought her up short. She knew the symptoms of concussion, had even experienced some herself. She had hoped for some improvement.

She dropped her son’s hand and moved quickly to her grandson’s side. He was sitting up and hugging her before she even had a chance to say his name.

His broad shoulders were trembling. “Scotty?”

He didn’t answer, but his arms tightened. His hair brushed her cheek.

Her hands gripped his back, the hospital gown thin and crinkling under her fingertips. “Scott, honey, talk to me.”

A single sob on her shoulder. Harsh breathing. The tremble became a shake.

She clung tighter.

Behind her the door clicked shut leaving them alone together.

-o-o-o-

Virgil needed coffee.

Virgil needed a bucket of coffee. A swimming pool of coffee.

He needed a brother to get well and stop hurting.

Two brothers.

He sighed and leant against the elevator wall. Jeremy, his security guard, politely kept his eyes on the doors.

Virgil closed his. “I’m sorry, Jez. I’m not much company at the moment.”

“Understandable, Mr Tracy. No need to apologise.”

“Thanks for the early start.”

“Part of the deal, sir.”

Virgil opened his eyes at that. “Sir? Since when am I a ‘sir’?”

Jeremy snorted. “You will always be a ‘sir’, Mr Tracy.”

“You’ve never called me ‘sir’ before.”

His security guard smirked. “I use it as needed, sir.”

“Really? Well, quit it, Jez, or I’ll tell Gordon.”

The mock fear on Jeremy’s face did manage to draw out a small smile on his own lips, which was probably the purpose in the first place. “You should be afraid, very afraid.”

Jeremy dropped the fear and grinned just a little. “I trust you with my life, Mr Tracy, sir.”

It was Virgil’s turn to snort. “Would my squire like some coffee?”

Jeremy shrugged. “If Sir deigns it to happen, it will happen.”

Virgil rolled his eyes as the doors opened on the cafeteria floor. “Mocha or latte?”

“Mocha, thanks, Mr Tracy.” But the answer was distracted as they moved into the crowd, Jeremy’s eyes ever vigilant. The bustle around the elevators was tight and Virgil had no patience for it. It was a relief to break through the crowd into the café itself.

The surprise was to find Gerald, another of their security staff, seated at a table just inside the door. “Gerry? Who’s up here?” Virgil’s eyes tracked the tables and the answer was delivered to him as he caught sight of a lone figure in a dark corner. Pulling out his wallet, he fished out his credit card. “How long?”

Gerry was quiet. “About ten minutes, Mr Virgil.”

The credit card was absently passed to Jeremy. “Jez, get yourself and Gerry some coffee.”

“What about yourself?”

Virgil’s eyes didn’t leave the hunched figure of his father. “I can wait. Please give us some privacy.”

“Yes, Mr Tracy.”

He trusted them. They wouldn’t let him or his father out of their sight, but they would give them some distance and confidentiality.

He approached the table quietly, stepping around patrons and chairs. An ignored holoprojector spat the daytime broadcast from one corner, the sound adding to the drone of the room.

“Dad?”

His father startled, but visibly relaxed when he caught sight of Virgil. “You planning on sneaking up on your old man often?”

“I didn’t sneak, Dad. You okay?”

The sigh of frustration that hissed out between his father’s teeth was loud. “Virgil, for the last time. I am healthy and sane. Can you please stop asking? I’m not about to keel over because my day has been less than perfect.” That last came out quite loud and, if anything, was proof that his father was exactly the opposite of what he said he was.

Virgil kept his mouth shut and didn’t respond. Instead he stepped around the table to the opposite chair. “Is this seat taken?”

“Of course not. Sit down.” His father peered up at him. “Did you sleep last night? You look dead on your feet.”

“I don’t think you can talk, Dad. You didn’t even go home.”

Grey eyes levelled a stare at him, but his father didn’t say anything.

“How’s Scott?”

Something flickered through those eyes before they flickered away. “Not good. Your Grandma is with him.” Dad suddenly found his coffee particularly interesting.

“Still disorientated?” Virgil had already harassed the medical staff regarding Scott’s ongoing issues, but the only answers he could get were that his brother just needed time and rest.

It hurt to see Scott so distressed.

“His memory is erratic. He is terrified for Alan.”

Virgil sighed. “I was on my way to see him.”

“Your grandma has him in hand.”

There was something in his father’s voice. He looked up to find his father frowning at the table top. “Dad?”

“I’m sorry, Virgil.” It was quiet and parched.

“For what?”

The table top kept his father’s attention. “For leaving you.”

It was Virgil’s turn to frown. “It wasn’t your fault. We’ve been over this many times, Dad.”

“Yes, we have.” An indrawn breath. “Doesn’t change the fact I left all six of you to fend for yourselves.”

“We’re adults, Dad. We’re likely to do that anyway.”

Grey eyes slowly looked up and glistened in the fluorescent lighting. “Not like this.”

Virgil nearly didn’t hear the words that passed his father’s lips and as the man shook himself and straightened, he got the distinct impression that he wasn’t supposed to.

The engineer straightened his own shoulders in echo. “Dad, what is going on?”

Those eyes caught his for a split second before turning away again. A sigh. “Nothing, son. Now, you need either a bed or a bucket of coffee. At a guess you’re going to go for the latter, no matter what I say.”

Virgil levelled his gaze at his father, not willing to let the conversation drop.

“Exactly.” He stood up. “Name your poison.”

“TRACY!”

Both men jumped and on the other side of the room the two security officers leapt to their feet.

“How dare you challenge me, Francois Lemaire, in such an infantile manner. If you think I will go down without a fight, you are mistaken. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war, I say!”

It took Virgil too many alarmed seconds to realise it was simply the ‘projector in the corner yelling the challenge across the café. Lemaire was outlined in light talking to a reporter. “I will not surrender. You hear me, Tracy? This is war!”

Virgil stared at the hologram.

What the hell?

-o-o-o-

End Part Four

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ticklikeabomb · 5 years

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One-shot : Your love is killing me / The End of the World

Pairing : Sam Wilson x Plus Size Reader

Warnings : sad, angst, mention of PTSD, death of major characters

Word Count : 1.7k

A/N : One-shot inspired by two songs of Sharon Van Etten “Your love is killing me” & “The End of the World”. Amazing songs and singer.

The lights shone brightly, the flowers decorating the room blossomed by the second, the music filled the place flawlessly but the only true beautiful and breathtaking moment in Sam's life occurred when he saw you enter the room. His hearts beat faster than the drums, his fingers trembled quicker than the basses's cords and his breath flinched stronger than the decibels not only because the woman he loved was standing across the room but because he pushed the woman he loved above everything, several years ago.

(Song 1 : ”You love is killing me”) It's understood, you'll be a man By the time I'll see you We've been through better days And you've tasted all my pain Break my legs so I won't walk to you Cut my tongue so I can't talk to you Burn my skin so I can't feel you Stab my eyes so I can't see You like it when I let you walk over me You tell me that you like it Your love is killing me

Flashback : After Sam's final Army mission as the Falcon

You rushed to the hospital after receiving a call from Sam's superior telling him the mission didn't go as planned, that Sam was being taken care of. He also informed you that his partner Riley didn't make it. You rushed inside Sam's room, your body trembling, fear and sadness creeping all over you. He didn't even budge to see who invaded his privacy. He felt your hands carefully reach his and your whimpers. It was at that moment when his glossy eyes met yours. "I'm so sorry Sam", you whispered. Seeing the most important man in your life cry made your heart burst out. "I'm here baby. I'm here", you tried to comfort him the best you could.

Weeks passed and Sam retired after losing Riley, finding no purpose into being the Falcon anymore. The dynamic shifted between you. You felt him withdraw from you. You let him take some time for himself but standing there whenever he needed you. The days passed and he became cold ; he avoided every touch, didn't reply when you told him you loved him and were there for him, sometimes you would wake up and find him sleeping on the floor or have nightmares.

Break my legs so I won't walk to you Cut my tongue so I can't talk to you Burn my skin so I can't feel you Stab my eyes so I can't see You like it when I let you walk over me You tell me that you like it When our minds become diseased There, he let it go, his temper, standing there See her with his gun and he, steals love so he can feel alive Everyone's knees knockin' at the fear of love, taste blood Everybody needs to feel

You seeked help to a therapist and she told you his behaviour was associated with someone suffering from PTSD and advised you take a minute, having a conversation. That night you sat down and asked if you could talk. It was easier said than done. Sam didn't want to talk, he wanted to be left alone. "Please Sam, let me in. I want to help you", you told him. He scoffed before turning towards you, "You can't help me. You have no idea what it is like. What I've been through on these missions, losing my best friend." "I know you're in pain and it pains me seeing you like this. Let me at least be by your side." He shook his head and with a firm tone declared, "I can't." Your heart ceased beating and you whispered, "What?"

"I can't anymore Y/N. I thought that you were the one but these past weeks I just -" You cut him off, heat covering every parcel of your soul. "What? Why are you saying 'you thought'? What does that mean?" He took a deep breath while you hold yours. "I think we should break up." You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest and marched towards him, tears sliding down your face. "No, no, why are you saying that? We can't. I … I love you." He clenched his jaw, determined and looked at the side. "I don't love you anymore." He heard you gasp and fist your hands in his shirt. "You're lying, please don't say that. I know you love me just as much as I love you. Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me !" His eyes met yours and he said, "I don't love you anymore Y/N."

Your hands fell from his shirt while you stepped back, feeling like knives were cutting through you. Unable to hold back on your sobs, you fell on your knees, devastated. He grabbed his coat and planted a light kiss on your temple. "I'm sorry Y/N", before leaving your shared apartment. The second he closed the door, he heard your screams and quickly made his way out of the building before turning around and going back to you, telling you he didn't mean a single word, that he was simply scared and in pain, feelings he didn't want you to see on him.

(Song 2 : The end of the world”)

Why does the sun go on shining? Why does the sea rush to shore? Don't they know It's the end of the world 'Cause you don't love me Anymore Why do the birds go on singing? Why do the stars glow above? Don't they know It's the end of the world

It ended when I lost Your love I wake up in the morning And I wonder Why everything's the same As it was I can't understand No, I can't understand How life goes on The way it does

You couldn't stay in the appartement seeing what you thought was going to be your life without breaking down all over again. Packing the essentials you left your home behind, contemplating one final time the end of your world. Days, weeks, months, years passed and the hole in your heart remained empty without him. Seeing him joining Captain America on the news, didn't helped you turn the page until one day you decided that you had to do something for yourself and went back to school to obtain a PhD. The studies would be a mind changing for a while. More years passed and then it happened. When you thought you suffered enough, you found out that Sam was among the people who got dusted by Thanos's snap. Your world crashed all over again.

You obtained your PhD and joined the best scientist in the country, looking for a way to bring the people who got dusted back. That's when you met Natasha Romanoff who took care of a orphanage center for the children who's parents got dusted. You didn't have to introduce yourself when she told you that Sam kept talking about you or when she found out where he would skip out of the compound at night and secretly check on you. "I know it won't be like before but I need him back. I can't just stay here arms crossed when there could be a way", you told her to which she nodded. Occasionally you joined her at the compound and worked with Bruce.

And then a miracle happened. Scott Lang appeared 5 years later and said there was a way. You joined them at collecting the stones, your heart aching after hearing Natasha's sacrifice. Tony created the gauntlet and Bruce snapped his fingers. As soon as he did, you infected him a resin to stop the damages to propage. You knew the reverse snapp worked when Clint's wife called him. A sob escaping you, knowing Sam was back before everything went black. The blast of the explosion hitting the facility and violently pushing you backwards.

Why does my heart go on beating? Why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know It's the end of the world It ended when you said Goodbye Why does my heart go on beating? Why do these eyes of mine cry?

You felt a pressure on your hand and opened your eyes slowly, the bright light burning your retina. Turning your head slightly, Sam was holding your hand in his, head down. "Sam?", you whispered. He looked up and let out a weak breath. Your voiced cracked while your eyes filled with tears, "Sam, you're here. You're back." The monitor was beeping frantically along with your heart beats. "Hey, hey slow down there. I'm back" and pressed a kiss on your knuckles. You let out the whimper you tried to suppress and nodded. "It's good. I'm happy to see you again." He frowned and before he could say something you noticed the man next to him. "Nice to meet you too Bucky", you turned to him. He smiles shyly and nodded before exclaiming he would wait outside.

"I appreciate you passing by", you told Sam. "Always", he answered his voice thick. "It's ok, I get it Sam. I just want your happiness even if it means me not being part of it. You deserve the world", you told him after a long silence. He sniffed and cleaned his tears away. "I love you Y/N. Always have and always will", he said. You nodded, "I love you too. Always and forever", you said before your heart gave out and you entered into a cardiac arrest. The monitors indicating the central, the nurses and doctor rushed inside the room, while Sam tried to call after you. They tried to reanimate you but it was too late. "I'm sorry, she's gone." Bucky found Sam above you body, embracing it tightly, crying.

Present Day

The lights shone brightly, the flowers decorating the room blossomed by the second, the music filled the place flawlessly but the only true beautiful and breathtaking moment in Sam's life occurred when he saw you enter the room. His hearts beat faster than the drums, his fingers trembled quicker than the basses's cords and his breath flinched stronger than the decibels. He sees you and his heart stops for a fraction. Slowly walking towards you, he smiles and leans in. "I saw you coming in and you blew my mind. I couldn't stand there and do nothing. I had to come and talk to you." He heard you chuckle before you presented your hand, "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you Sam."

The Avenger woke up in sweat, the memory of your first meeting resurfacing. He grabbed the picture of you both on the nightstand and caressed your face. "Always", he whispered to the picture.

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mummybear · 5 years

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The Moment That Changed My Life - A Stiles Stilinski One Shot

Words: 7,033

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader, OC readers brother, OC readers mother, OC readers father, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Minor Character death, swearing, angst, smut

Requested:

Could you do a Stiles story where reader and Stiles have been very close friends as their moms were bffs, everyone can see they like each other but they don't see it, but right before their senior year, she gets in a car accident with her Mom and her mom ends up dying, reader decides to head to her dads for the summer leaving Stiles with a kiss, but when she comes back, shes changed, with an idgak attitude, flirts with whoever, Stiles is the only 1 to reach her and she tries to push him away

A blaring noise from your alarm clock was what woke you up this morning, and you didn't appreciate it in the least. You slapped at it blindly with your hand until it finally went quiet. You closed your eyes again in an attempt to get back to sleep, the last thing you wanted was to wake up right now, in fact, the only thing you wanted was to sleep, to block out the world. However, more of those awful memories flooded your vision which you tried to shake laying back with an annoyed sigh. But then you remembered why you had set your alarm, today was the first day back at school after having the summer off, that didn't exactly improve your mood though, simply gave you a further feeling of dread.

So much had happened in the last few months and none of it felt real at all, you wished with every fibre of your being that it wasn't. Unfortunately, you remembered it like it was yesterday. One main thought in your mind, every single time you recalled the memory of that night, and every part of you wished you had just ordered a takeaway.

Flashback

"Y/N sweetheart!" your mother called from downstairs, you shuffled off of your bed and lay your laptop down carefully, the homework you were doing had taken a backseat for the moment. You sighed with a small smile as you looked at the sleeping form next to you, your best friend was snoring contentedly. He looked so comfortable and you might even say he looked cute, as he mumbled to himself with a smile.

But the feelings you secretly harboured for him made your heart sting a little, feelings you denied every time you were questioned by the pack, as they all told you how obvious it was that you and Stiles had a thing for one another. You laughed it off every time, most of them believed you were clueless, all except the girl who was like your sister, Lydia knew just how full of shit you were.

You decided to just to let him sleep, he'd had a tough time of it lately. You covered him over with a fluffy throw you had on your bed and went to see your mother, quietly closing the door behind you as you slipped out of the room unnoticed.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs you decided to head for the kitchen when you heard the kettle boiling. "Hey mum, what's up?" you smiled leaning on the kitchen counter beside her.

"Just wondered if you and Stiles wanna come with me? I was thinking about getting takeaway for dinner" she smiled knowingly at you.

"Pizza?" you asked happily, then you remembered Stiles was asleep in your room, "Maybe just me and you though, Stiles is asleep" you laughed a little.

"Sounds good then! Okay well, we'll just leave him here" she smiled, grabbing her car keys from the side. "Besides, your brother is still here so if Stiles wakes up at least he won't be stuck here on his own" your mum added thoughtfully, calling out to your brother and telling him you were both leaving.

"Don't forget my garlic bread mum!" your brother called distractedly from the living room.

When you were both in the car she started the car and turned to look at you with a smile, "Don't mum, please" you sighed feeling the embarrassment creep up your neck.

Your mother sighed as she pulled out of the driveway, "Look, darling I won't go on about it, I don't want to upset you. I just want to say, he's a sweet boy and you're both stuck to each other all the time. I don't know why you don't just tell him how you feel, he clearly feels exactly the same. I just want you to be happy" she told you truthfully, as she pulled to a stop at the traffic lights.

"I don't want to talk about it" you replied stiffly, turning away from her to look out of the window.

"Claudia and I always said you two would end up together, think we had it planned ever since you were babies, to be honest," your mother smiled fondly and the memory of her old best friend.

You rolled your eyes continuing to look off into the distance, trying to hide the tiny smile you had, but you hadn't missed all of the police cars racing around. Your phone buzzed suddenly pulling you out of your huff, you smiled as you unlocked your phone and saw a message from Stiles. He was telling you off for not finishing your homework before you left like you had promised you would. You sent him a text back, promising to do it when you got home.

You tucked your phone back into your pocket as your mum pulled up outside the pizza place, "You've only got a few days left before summer you know, just think about it okay" your mother sighed sadly climbing out of the car when you didn't respond.

As you waited for her to return from the shop you closed your eyes, dreading the homework that was at home waiting for you. But you must have dozed off because the next thing you knew the radio was on and the engine was rumbling under you again. You looked around not recognising the road she had taken home, "Why are we going this way home?" you questioned with a yawn, sounding a little groggy as you sat up.

"There was an accident the usual way sweetheart, go back to sleep if you want" she murmured sound distracted.

"What's the matter, mum? Did something else happen whilst I was out" you asked knowing her all too well.

"Your dad. He wants to see you and your brother" she huffed in annoyance, shuffling awkwardly in her seat.

You rolled your eyes as soon as the words left her mouth, "Oh god why? Did he finally get a conscience?" you questioned sarcastically. She tried not to but she laughed, shaking her head at you.

It all happened so quickly, one minute you were both laughing with each other about your useless excuse of a dad. The next thing that you heard was screeching tires and blaring sirens. There was a bright light and then everything went dark.

When you woke up you could hear machines beeping, along with a few voices that you thought you recognised. You groaned when the lights practically blinded you as you tried to pry open your eyes, and you quickly clamped them shut again. You called out for your mother, but the only answer you received wasn't from her instead the voice was much deeper. It was a voice you quickly recognised as your fathers, as long fingers wrapped around yours holding your hand tight.

"Dad?" you rasped trying to sit up, but another set of hands held your shoulders down. "Where's my mum?" you asked again you were a little louder, anger edging your voice and this time you managed to slowly open your eyes. Wincing a bit as the bright light hurt your eyes but this time you just about managed to blink it away.

Your eyes locked with your fathers the second that you adjusted to the light. "Why the hell are you here? Where's my mother!" you fumed struggling to even sit up, your dad shifted on his feet muttering under his breath about something you needed to know.

You turned to see who was holding your hand and your eyes fell on Stiles, his eyes were red and puffy as he looked at you, "Stiles, what's going on? Please just tell me" you asked your voice shaking a little, as you slowly started to get more worried and nervous by the second about this whole situation.

Stiles nodded as he sat down on the chair by your bed, you watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat. While your dad continued to uselessly stumble around the room with his hands in his hair, "You were in an accident. And well, it was bad, you only just made it out. You mother she..." Stiles choked on the last words before they could leave his mouth, as the tears gathered in his eyes.

You shook your head in disbelief as tears streamed down your face, "N-No. Don't s-say it" you sobbed struggling to breathe.

Stiles cleared his throat sitting beside you on your hospital bed, looking you in the eyes as he spoke both of you were still crying, "I'm so so sorry Y/N, she didn't make it, they tried but her injuries were too bad" Stiles revealed your worst nightmare.

You felt sick the second the words left his mouth, you were just stuck between shaking your head and screaming no as the tears continued to flow. Stiles pulled you close and held your trembling body against his, and he did this until you cried yourself to sleep soaking his jumper in the process.

When you woke up the next time and Stiles was gone, and your brother was sitting in the chair he was once in. You might have been asleep for days, hell for all you knew it had been weeks. But when you woke up you felt numb, "Hey, you're up, had me worried for a while there, shrimp" your brother tried to joke, but you could see the sadness in his eyes rimmed by the red circles.

"I'm fine," you said a little abruptly and harshly, "Sorry" you sighed realising your anger wasn't with him at all.

"It's okay. Where's Mr useless?" you asked, not even trying to hide your resentment of your father.

"You won't like this, but he's grabbing your stuff from the house. He said we're going to his for the summer" your brother sighed the hint of his own annoyance in his voice.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Is he serious! We hear off of him twice a damn year, now all of a sudden he wants to be hands-on" you rolled your eyes the sarcasm thick in your voice, your brother rushed to your side helping you out of your bed and into the wheelchair.

After a while, your father returned and unfortunately you had to go with him. The only thing you asked was that you got to see Stiles one more time before you left, which he reluctantly agreed too.

You knocked on Stiles' door and his dad answered, immediately pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry for your loss. I told your dad that you could stay here, but he wasn't having any of it" the sheriff told you sadly, you just nodded with tears in your eyes as he released you, you half smiled sadly seeing Stiles standing behind his dad as he darted out of the door practically running into you. You might have smiled if you anything but anger and sadness inside you right now.

"Don't go, please. Just stay" Stiles blurted out almost straight away, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You sighed pulling back from him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and wiping his tears away with the pads of your thumbs. "I can't. But, I'll be back before you know it" you murmured unconvincingly, as Stiles stepped closer again and wrapped his arms around your waist, while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

Both of you held onto each other tightly, as you buried your face in his neck, hoping somehow to commit every part of him to your memory because right now, you weren't sure if your dad was gonna let you come back for your senior year. You pulled away from Stiles slowly, turning your head to look at him to find him already looking at you.

Your noses brushed slightly but you couldn't take your eyes off of each other, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears and it only got louder when he ran his tongue over his lips. You were even able to feel the blush creeping up your neck, especially when his eyes flicked down to your lips briefly. Your breaths mingling as you swallowed your fear and leaned in closer still until you lips brushed against each other. The barely-there whisper of your name on his lips, just made you push back any nerves or doubt you had about this moment.

Stiles pulled back just a little to look at you, "I've wanted to do that for a long time, sorry" you whispered sadly, unsure as to what his reaction was going to be because his expression was unreadable.

He didn't speak as he brushed some hair from your face, then he was cupping your cheek and he pulled you back in for another kiss, this one though was firmer and you almost had to pinch yourself. Although that didn't stop you melting against him instantly, you held each other tightly as your tongue brushed his lips, Stiles was quick to accept the deepening of the kiss and you were lost in one another.

But all too soon the kiss was over and you had to pull away hearing your father calling your name. "I've got to go" you whispered as he rested his forehead against yours shaking his head, you could even feel his tears falling onto your cheeks.

A sad chuckle left your lips at the typical Stiles behaviour, as you nodded at him pulling away fully, your heart breaking further seeing how hurt and broken he looked, as you regretfully walked away towards your father and brother.

Flashback end

The summer passed by slowly, almost painfully, you had barely gone outside all summer, even with your brother nagging you, only going downstairs to eat every now and then. Most of the time though you had spent going through photos of your mother, your nightmares were full of her, every bad thing you'd ever said, every pointless argument you'd ever had. Just wishing that you could go back to that night, maybe get the dinner delivered, hell even cook it yourself. But there was nothing that you could do.

Nothing made sense anymore, you were stuck in a deep hole of darkness, and you couldn't see a way out. You grabbed the bottle of vodka from under your bed and took a swig, squeezing your eyes shut at the all to familiar burn. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, pulling you from the one pleasure you still allowed yourself.

You rolled your eyes quickly shoving the bottle back in its hiding place, "What?" you sighed getting out of bed properly and pulling on your dressing gown.

The door opened and your brother hesitantly stepped inside, "Get dressed short stack, I'm gonna drop you off at school on the way to work" your brother informed you leaning against the wall, watching as you raised your eyebrows clearly disinterested with him.

"Yeah. So, that's not happening" you replied with a yawn, flopping back onto your bed.

"Get your ass out of bed and get dressed, or I'll just carry you in like that" he warned you, in a voice which strangely reminded you of your mother.

So you told him as much, "You sound like mum" you sighed thoughtfully, as your brother awkwardly shifted on his feet. You knew him well enough to know he was also just as stubborn as your mother. "Fine. I suppose at least then, I won't have to listen to Mr useless shouting at whoever on the phone, again" you finally conceded getting up and heading to your wardrobe, besides at least if you went to school you might find a distraction or two.

"Okay. See you downstairs in ten" your brother smiled, quietly leaving you alone.

It was warm out so you just pulled on a thin plaid shirt, leaving the first few buttons open and your jean shorts. Makeup was quick and just mascara and red lips, you couldn't be bothered to do too much, and you just left your hair after you brushed it. Throwing your plastic bottle of vodka into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder and headed out of the door and downstairs.

When you get downstairs though you noticed your brother chatting with your dad, "Let's go then" you huffed, not acknowledging your so-called father as he started walking towards you, quickly heading outside and to the car before he could stop you. Not even waiting for an answer from your brother.

When you finally stepped out of your brother's car at Beacon Hills high school, you felt the dread hit you, wanting nothing more than to get on a bus and leave. But although you couldn't stand your father, your brother hadn't done anything and he'd never admitted it, but you always knew he needed you, especially with your mother being gone big brother, or not.

You spotted a cute guy smiling at you from across the car park, you smiled back at him as he waved you over. But then suddenly a familiar voice hit your ears, "Y/N! You're back!" Lydia practically screamed running at you and quickly pulled you into a hug.

You gave her a fake smile and a nod of your head, "Sure looks like it" you replied sarcastically, as she looped her arm through yours and the pair of you headed into the school.

"You know Stiles hasn't shut up about you all summer" she revealed with a small smile, clearly avoiding the actual thing she wanted to bring up.

"Lydia, just ask. I know you want to" you sighed holding your bag tighter as you headed into your first class together.

"I didn't ask because it's a stupid question, honey" she sighed and you could tell she felt bad. You just shrugged silently telling her again to just ask. "How've you been doing? I'm sure living with your dad has sucked, on top of everything else," she asked concerned as you took your seats beside each other.

You nodded your agreement, "Yeah it sucked. But really I'm fine" you lied the best you could, although you could tell she knew you were lying but the teacher had just walked in, stopping the conversation short. You were currently doing your best to avoid the other sets of eyes watching you, you didn't need to turn to know who it was either.

Your first day of school finished and you had successfully managed to avoid the rest of the pack. As you headed out of the school the guy from this morning caught your eye, he soon spotted you too and was heading over to you. One thought in your mind, what a perfect distraction he would make. You took your plastic bottle out of your bag having a long generous sip, keeping your eyes on his, as he made his way over to you.

He smirked at you as you shoved your bottle back into your bag, "Well hello, hot stuff" he drawled apparently trying to be seductive.

You smiled back at him sickly sweet, pressing a hand to his chest to hold him back slightly, "Wow that's original, so how can I help you?" you ask seductively laying it on thickly.

"Well a few friends and I are having a party later, you interested?" he asked leaning on the locker behind you, caging you in slightly.

Before you had the chance to answer the one voice you didn't want to hear shouted your name in panic, you rolled your eyes shooting the guy before you a somewhat apologetic smile. "Get away from her" Stiles practically growled, shoving the guy away from you.

"Excuse me. I can look after myself" you said glaring at Stiles, though your anger faulted momentarily, seeing the look on his face, but you managed to stay strong.

The guy smirked at Stiles before looking back to you, "See you there then sweetheart" he grinned handing you a piece of paper with the address, you winked at him as he walked away.

You followed his lead walking away without a glance behind you, but Stiles was too quick, he grabbed your arm as he ran in front of you. "What the hell was that! This isn't you!" he fumed trying to reason with you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Stiles. Now get off of me, I've got a party to get ready for" you smirked, masking your pain and you almost cracked, but if you let him in you'd only lose him again. You pulled away from him and handed him the piece of paper, "See you around Stilinski" you winked, glad he didn't see the tears in your eyes as you turned away from him, throwing your bag over your shoulder and heading out of the school to Lydia's, luckily you were already going with her.

A few hours had passed with you waiting for Lydia to pick an outfit, as you laid on the bed approving or disapproving of her outfit choices, thankful that she wasn't making you talk about the summer again

Finally, she had decided on something to wear, telling you to change because she had to shower. You headed over to her wardrobe, already having had your own shower and picked your outfit.

The outfit was simple but not something you would normally wear, just above the knee leather skirt, with a lacy white top. The stockings you wore were soft against your skin, your shoes were just simple black heels. You looked in the mirror and sighed, grabbing the bottle of bubbly the Lydia had bought upstairs and gulping at it gratefully, just as Lydia exited her bathroom. "I'll ask again, are you sure about tonight?" she questioned for the hundredth time, drying her beautiful red hair.

You couldn't help the small smile that slipped onto your red lips as she got herself ready. "I promise Lyds, this is just what I need" you assured her, more truthfully than you would have liked to admit, you needed to drink to dance and forget. Slightly better than drinking on your own, right?

Lydia held up her hands defensively, "Okay, I get it" she smiled as she turned on her hairdryer. "Pour me a glass! Don't drink it all!" She called over the noise with a wink. You bowed mockingly, dramatically pouring her a drink like a bartender.

"Wow! This is busy" you practically shouted in her ear. Lydia nodded in agreement, as a group of guys started heading your way. "Come on, I need another drink" you shouted tugging her towards the kitchen.

"I'm so glad you said that" she called back, her words slurring slightly as you walked into the slightly quieter kitchen. You'd both had a fair bit to drink before leaving her house, and you were both on the edge of being drunk.

A few shots later and you'd both been dragged over to the dance floor by a couple of guys, "Not seen you before" the guy breathed in your ear, as you rocked your hips together.

"I know isn't it great" you grinned stupidly, as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

He chuckled a little and you felt it before you heard it. "I was thinking the same thing" he murmured as his lips brushed your neck.

You pulled away out of his hold a little, "Whatcha doin'?" you asked with raised eyebrows.

"I think you'll find that's my girl," said a sudden growl from beside you.

"Scott, Stiles!? What are you doing here?" you asked in mock shock. Scott smiled at you shaking his head, but he waved none the less. You giggled as Stiles rolled his eyes at you. Before he was pulling you away, into a dark slightly quieter corner, leaving Scott to deal with your dance partner.

"Hey! I was having fun" you pouted, folding your arms over your chest and glaring at him.

"Yeah. Sure you were. I'm sobering you up and taking you home" Stiles fumed.

"You're hot when you're angry" you smirked with a chuckle, he rolled his eyes at you, grabbing an empty cup and tugging you up the stairs of the house and into a quiet room. Stiles left you by the bed, making you feel like a naughty child, as he headed into the bathroom.

You kicked off your shoes and padded your way over to the bathroom, just as he came out, almost walking into you. Running your hand down his back you circled him until you were standing in front of him, "You look good. Really good" you practically moaned, standing on your tip toes and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Just don't, okay" Stiles sighed half-heartedly, as he pulled your arms off of his neck and walked away from you.

"I'm not joking. I haven't stopped thinking about your lips" you murmured as you pulled your shirt over your head, walking towards him slowly.

You watched as Stiles visibly shivered, licking his lips as he watched your shirt drop to the floor. He began back away from you, swallowing hard when his back bumped into the wall behind him. "I said don't. How many people have you said that too huh?" he half laughed before continuing, "I love you. When you left me it was the hardest thing to deal with. You were my best friend, the girl I had loved for so many years. Now I don't even know if I recognise you" he blurted out, you stopped in your tracks and started backing away from him.

He visibly winced at his words. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that" he apologised stepping towards you faster, you shook your head a tear slipping down your cheek as you looked between him and the door.

"I get it. I'm going. Don't worry, I'm going home. I'll be fine" you said quickly swallowing your feelings as you grabbed your t-shirt, and darted for the door. You just about managed to slip past him, ignoring him calling your name. But you didn't make it down the hallway before he caught you, not physically but with his words.

"Fine. Go! Leave me again! I can't have ever meant anything to you" he fumed, but you could hear the sadness in his voice.

But now you were angry, you stormed up to him and shoved him back into the wall. "I never left you! I left the situation, not exactly my decision if you remember rightly. You were everything to me! So fuck you for thinking I would ever leave you willingly!" you all but screamed in his face, as your hands bunched in his shirt.

"Then what's with all of the random guys!" Stiles asked, you sighed walking away from him and back into the room since this was about to be a whole thing. But he was hot on your heels, slamming the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes at what he said almost immediately, “Okay, firstly there were only two guys, not loads! And we just talked, maybe flirted but nothing else happened, not that it’s anything to do with you! Second of all, if you wanted me or you liked me, instead of getting all jealous, tell me! Or kissing me before I leave would have been a start!” You huffed in annoyance, shoving at his chest again, this time though he caught your hands and held them tightly.

"Stop pushing me" Stiles growled his tight grip on you making you shiver.

"Then do something about it!" you growled back, the challenge more obvious in your voice as you fought back against him.

"No! Dammit Y/N! You're still grieving, and your drunk off your ass" Stiles said his voice raised, but he calmed down as the last sentence left his lips.

"Fine! Then let me go! I'm sure I can find someone else" screamed spitefully, struggling in his grip.

Stiles growled angrily, shoving you back into the wall and holding your hands above your head so you couldn't hurt yourself. You knew he wasn't coming onto you right now but you liked this more than you thought you would, made evident by the moan that slipped past your lips as he pressed his body closer to yours. "Don't start that" Stiles grunted with a shake to his voice.

"You know, you were the last thing my mother and I talked about before she died" you swallowed hard, realising that was the first time you had said that aloud. But he needed to know you were serious, you noticed his eyes flick up to yours as his grip loosened a little, "She knew how I felt, about you. Told me to go for it before it was too late" you revealed nervously, licking your lips as he leaned in closer. "I was stupid. But I thought I was doing it for you, I didn't know you even liked me as more than a friend" you told him honestly, feeling his breathing quicken, just like yours had, almost sure you could feel his heart pounding against you.

"No, You weren't stupid, maybe just blind. But so was I" he confessed shifting on his feet, before looking back at you as you chewed on your lip nervously. "So, you uh, you like this huh?" he asked huskily, flexing his fingers around your wrists.

You nodded with a small shy smile, feeling the blush creeping up your neck. "Stiles, kiss me please" you moaned out as he shifted his body, pushing a thigh between your legs making your skirt hitch up a little, while his nose brushed yours gently.

Stiles swallowed hard and you watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, your breath caught in your throat when he held both wrists in one hand. As his other hand slowly ran down your arms, causing goosebumps to cover your skin. "I was jealous. It didn't help you looked as hot as all hell tonight" he murmured quietly just barely letting his lips brush yours. He cupped your cheek gently and looked deep into your eyes, "But you've always been perfect to me" he breathed shakily, as you rolled your hips out to him, you felt pleasantly helpless, silently pleading for him to do something.

"Stiles please, stop tea-" you tried to finish your sentence but his lips covered yours before you even had the chance to try. You whimpered loudly at the feeling, digging your nails into the palms of your hands, as his lips moved against yours perfectly.

His tongue brushed against your lips slightly, you met him halfway your tongues battling for dominance, which to your surprise he took and you welcomed it, this was just what you needed right now someone to take control. Stiles' hand moved from your cheek, cupping your bra covered breast as he went, causing another moan to rip from you which he devoured, thumbing at your nipple through the lacy black fabric.

Stiles pulled away so you could both breathe, but his lips didn't leave your skin. He kissed along your jaw, his teeth scraping along your ear lobe as he released your wrists, and his hands went straight to cupping your leather-clad ass. "Are you sure about this?" Stiles breathed against your ear, as his long fingers continued to squeeze your ass.

You let yourself forget why you were sad, Stiles had a way of helping you do that he always had. So you let yourself just be in the moment.

Smiling to yourself you pushed him back, watching him stumble back as you nibbled your bottom lip. "Oh, I'm sure" you smirked, noticing the way that Stiles' eyes followed your hands as they wandered down your body. You unzipped your skirt letting it fall to the floor, and then you kicked it to the side. By the time it had it the floor you looked back up at Stiles to find him tripping his way out of his trousers.

You couldn't help but giggle at the sight, "Shut up" Stiles grumbled, finally defeating his trousers and kicking them into the pile with your skirt and lace t-shirt.

He looked up and you were standing right in front of him, "I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you" you promised, unbuttoning his shirt but not taking your eyes off of his.

"Oh yeah, how are you gonna do that?" Stiles asked cheekily, as he threw his shirt into the growing pile of clothes, and climbed up onto the bed watching you edge closer. You didn't need to speak as you climbed up onto the foot of the bed, and started to slowly crawl towards him on your hands and knees. "I swear this is like a dream" Stiles muttered more to himself as you crawled up his body, pressing a chaste kiss to his soft lips, which he tried to chase for more but you pushed him back into the bed.

"Let me look after you, Its the least I can do" you whispered into his neck, you heard him swear under his breath as you kissed and nipped your way down his body, making sure to leave little red marks across his skin. You looked up at him as he pushed a gentle hand through your hair, you pulled the waistband of his boxers down until his rock hard member was laying proud on his stomach, you swallowed suddenly nervous at the size of him. "Holy shit Stiles" you breathed nervously, as you dropped his boxers to the floor by the bed.

"What?" Stiles asked blushing bright red. You smiled up at him raising your eyebrows, 'yeah like he didn't know what', you thought to yourself. You wrapped a hand around his length, feeling him twitch in your hand when you pressed a soft kiss to his tip. "Holy shit" Stiles groaned as you wrapped your lips around his throbbing cock, taking him as far into your mouth as your gag reflex would allow.

Stiles wound both hands in your hair, his hips making short sharp thrusts up into your mouth. Taking his balls in your hand you massaged them carefully, putting light pressure in the places that made moans bounce off of the walls. You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes as he got a little rougher, but you relished in the way his head had been thrown back in the pillows, and he was seemingly lost in the sensation only able to moan your name over and over again.

Your nails began to dig into his thighs, as his hips began to stutter beneath you. But just as you were sure he was about to burst, he pulled you off of him. Both of you panting desperately, "Come here baby" Stiles panted reaching for you.

"Hang on" you giggled breathlessly, aware of the way he watched you, you climbed off of the bed and you pulled off your panties and bra, making sure to give him a show as you did so.

Reaching to take off your stockings Stiles stopped you, "Leave them on, please" Stiles groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling over the edge.

"Oh really?" you asked quirking your eyebrow at him, as you walked towards him fitting yourself between his legs. He blushed a little running his finger along the pattern at the top, as his other hand slipped between your legs distracting you completely.

Two fingers gently brushed through your wet folds, and you fell forward slightly hands gripping at his biceps. "So wet, is that all for me?" he mumbled pressing his lips to yours, while you legs continued to shake beneath you.

You just nodded blindly as Stiles helped you lay back on the bed. He was back between your legs before you had time to think, pulling your legs over his shoulder, kissing your thighs softly nipping every now and then to catch you off guard. He ran his tongue through your folds, making you whimper for more as you pushed your hands into his thick hair, he quickly obliged pushing his tongue inside you, his nose nudging your clit as he worked. "You taste amazing princess" he groaned flicking his eyes up to yours, watching as you pinched your nipples between your thumb and forefinger.

"S-Stiles please, I can't t-take any more" you stuttered desperately, rolling your hips down into his face. Stiles pulled back slightly, sucking your clit between his lips as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. You cried out in pleasure as he slowly pushed two fingers inside you, curling them inside you in a come hither motion. "So close" you squeaked desperately rutting against his face.

"Come on baby, come on my face" Stiles growled into you, doubling his efforts to make you come, your short nails dug into his scalp as you felt the coil in your stomach break. Your body burned hot as you came, seeing fireworks behind your eyelids, Stiles worked you through it, lapping up everything you gave him.

Before you'd even come down properly you were reaching for him, needing his weight on top of you. It wasn't until you came face to face with him that you realised you were crying, "Hey, It's okay. Oh god, I'm sorry are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Stiles panicked, cupping your cheeks and wiping away your tears.

"You w-were perfect, I'm s-sorry about everything. I've missed you so much" you practically sobbed, Stiles shushed you pulling you into his chest and holding you tightly.

"Never be sorry. Whatever you want to do, I'm here" he promised, kissing the top of your head lovingly.

"I just need you," you said truthfully, looking up and meeting his gorgeous honey coloured eyes. You gently pushed him on his back, straddling his lap.

"Are you sure?" Stiles questioned carefully, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your back. You nodded with a small watery smile, you lifted yourself carefully lining yourself up with his thick member, slowly letting him push inside inch by inch. Stiles moaned with you dropping his head onto your shoulder, as his hands slipped up your thighs until they landed tightly on your hips.

Once he was fully inside you he lifted his head from your shoulder, looking at you with heavy lustful eyes. "You're so tight baby girl" he groaned, pressing his lips to yours as you started to rise and fall over him, you held onto his shoulders tightly, nails starting to dig in as the pleasure intensified.

"Take me, Stiles, please, make me yours" you moaned desperately, clinging to him as if your life depended on it.

"Oh fuck! Baby you gotta stop talking like that" he grunted, laying you back into the bed. You hooked your legs over his hips when he lowered his body over yours, and then he kissed you just like you needed to be kissed, almost knocking the air out of your lungs.

He linked his fingers with yours as he started his long deep thrusts, his pace was hard and slow, it was like he could read your mind at that moment. Burying his face in your neck, he nipped and sucked at your most sensitive spot, "Oh god, that feels so good" you whimper, the heels of your feet digging into his ass as he moved.

"I'm so close baby" he breathed against your lips. You had never seen anything more perfect in your life, his teeth had sunk into his bottom lip his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were dark and full of lust as he watched you writhe beneath him. Between watching him and everything he was doing you were literally teetering on the edge.

But you couldn't speak the only word you could even utter, was his name and please, as the noises you were both making filled the room. His hips began to stutter and he pulled a hand away from one of yours, working it between your bodies until he was rubbing furious circles around your clit.

You came seconds later, only a scream of his name on your lips as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You briefly registered Stiles growling as his grip tightened on you, and the warm feeling that filled you suddenly.

When you finally came back to reality Stiles was laying on his side, with your leg still slung over his hip. "You okay beautiful?" Stiles practically whispered, brushing his fingers through your hair.

You smiled a real smile as you looked at him, drawing patterns on his chest relaxing into his touch. "You know, for the first time in a long time, I think I might be able to be okay" you replied just as quietly, pressing your lips softly to his.

"I'll take that" he smiled back, kissing the tip of your nose and pulling the covers up around you both. "Just promise me one thing?" Stiles asked nervously, linking one of his hands with yours.

"Anything" you answered immediately squeezing his hand.

"Don't you ever leave me again" he said seriously, a slight edge to his voice, which despite yourself you absolutely loved.

"I promise. I know both of our mums would have loved us being together" you answered, a tear rolling down your cheek. He nodded with a sad smile, as he kissed you softly both of you pouring your feelings into the kiss once more.7

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nurseconscience · 6 years

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MUN WATCHES THE NIGHT SHIFT. On the season 1 finale. OMG. So many words and freak outs right now.

First off, was no one else feeling red flags about this ‘DEA’ guy? Because the second he started being a super dick I was like ‘hmmm feels like a lie’.

I admit, I never really liked Dwayne ( mildly creepy radiology MRI guy )...but damn. RIP AND TOPHER. HE BETTER BE OKAY. I feel he will be, but you never know with medical dramas. ( Looking HARD AT YOU GREY’S ANATOMY ) Excuse me while I continue to freak out a bit.

Yay he made it out of surgery. Mildly enjoying Jordan being bitchy over working on the gunman. But also highly respecting Ragosa telling her that she has to treat him like any other patient.

Tee, you got some stuff to sort out. All these flashbacks to Thad dying. We see you sneaking out of Topher’s room when his wifey appears. That is cheating and you were so obvious at avoiding his question. You know he’ll just find you later when he can. You can’t avoid it forever.

LOL at Topher waking up as Paul was going to give him a catheter. I also enjoy Paul stepping up to Topher and going all Doctor on him. Get that respect newbie!

Nurse Kenny is my favorite honestly. He’s like the guy/more pranky version of Nic.

Awwwww. The husband of the factory worker that had the green fairy tattoo. He’s so sweet and his guilt for being late with her lunch is sad. Poor guy. Not your fault.

Jordan’s speech about mildly understanding TC’s post-war feelings is nice. Speaking of TC and Jordan I really strongly dislike Jordan’s current boyfriend. I need her and TC back together. ( I mean, I have issues and I would love a TC or Conrad apparently. What is wrong with me? I hate military things but I really like these guys. UGH. )

...Fuck Scott.

What do you not understand about the fact that Topher was in TC’s ( squad?/platoon?, I forget the correct terminology right now ) and he lost his brother and now Topher is in serious condition. ( Not to mention his friend that had Thad’s heart that recently passed away. ) Yes, he needed to be taken out of that OR but stop being a dick.

Not sure how things are going to go with Jordan and the actual FBI guy. I hope she ends up okay. Good on you Ragosa for telling her you will get the hospital lawyer for her.

ANGST. The scene with TC telling Jordan what he’s been flashing back to and revealing he feels it is 100% his fault his brother died is heartbreaking. Fantastic moment. Once again, fuck Scott looking in the window. Obviously he is going through something. You know that Jordan mildly knows what it is, that does not mean that they are having a romantic moment. Calm your shift down. And stop hating him just because he dated your current gf. Be professional. You’re the head of Trauma. Jesus. What a child. I can understand being a bit jealous but he continuously is antagonistic and rude.

To wrap up, I love this show. So mad it was cancelled and now on to season 2! *autoplays on*

#☤ ┊ THE MUN WATCHES. / ◜ ❝ too many shows to little time ❞◞#the night shift spoilers #for season 1 #finale

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sakuswritersblog · 7 years

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Save You Again - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Teen Wolf)

Prompt:An imagine where Void Stiles came back and the reader is the first one to see him

A/N: kind of felt inspired by the Stydia kiss scene in Season 3 for this one. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Ever since Stiles had been possessed by the Nogitsune something had changed about him. He wasn't the goofy, sarcastic and hyperactive kid (Y/N) fell in love with back in fifth grade. He was rather thoughtful now and shut himself away from everyone and everything around him. Not only (Y/N) was worried about him, the whole pack was. Scott tried to talk to him many times, but Stiles always pushed him away. The truth was that he wanted to talk to them, he really did. But he didn't want to bother his friends, especially not when everyone was so busy about fighting the Dread Doctors, a new threat that was causing trouble in Beacon Hills.

The Dread Doctors were a big problem and Stiles knew that, but still he didn't bother too much about them because he was more worried about the new kid in town – Theo Raeken. Stiles had always hated Theo. Theo, Stiles and Scott had went to primary school together and as long as Stiles could remember, Theo had always caused any kind of trouble.

Stiles had always been suspicious about him but neither his dad nor his pack believed him. They all trusted him, even his best friends Scott and (Y/N) did. Of course Stiles was frustrated, he knew that there was something off about him. Why else would he suddenly come back to Beacon Hills after so many years? Definitely not for Scott or him, like Theo had told him. Stiles had tried everything to convince his friends that Theo was evil, but no one believed him. Little did any of his friends know, how right Stiles was.

It was the night of the supermoon. After Theo had managed to not only break the pack but also Scott and Stiles apart, his plans finally seemed to work out. Stiles, who had to kill Donovan out of self-defense, after being attacked in school a few days back, was feeling the anger inside of him again. After his huge argument with Scott yesterday, Stiles knew he had to talk to Theo. He wanted to know which lie he had told him this time.

Everything was falling apart at the moment and (Y/N), who was aware of the situation, couldn't do anything to help her friends. She was just a human and not capable of doing the things most of her friends could. But she for sure knew that she had to be there for Stiles now. Maybe she was wrong about Theo and maybe Stiles was right about him.

Of course she wanted to believe him. He was her best friend and her secret crush for so many years and Stiles probably had a reason to dislike Theo. (Y/N) was nervously pacing back and forth around her room, waiting for any of her friends to call her since the supermoon was very dangerous and effective to supernatural creatures. She could at least call Melissa in case something happened and she could also defend herself with Stiles bat just like he had taught her. Sure, it wasn't as helpful as werewolf claws or fangs, but at least it was somehow useful. (Y/N) had almost lost hope of hearing something from her friends tonight, when suddenly she felt her phone buzzing.

''Scott are you guys alright? Should I call Melissa or should I just come over with the bat?'' She asked worriedly but with a sound of relief in her voice.

''(Y/N), it's me Melissa. I called you since you're Stiles best friend too,'' Melissa exhaled before she started talking again. ''You need to go over to his apartment and look after him, since I finally managed to sent him home a while ago. He spent the last few hours in the hospital after Theo attacked his dad and he probably would have stayed the whole night if I hadn't send him home. Noah lost a lot of blood and I'm not sure if he's going to make it, (Y/N). I know he and Scott are in a kind of crisis right now, so I thought I'd call you. Stiles shouldn't be alone, tonight.'' (Y/N) hang up without saying a word and immediately hopped in her car to drive over to Stiles. He was right. He was goddamn right and I didn't believe him, (Y/N) thought, feeling guilt rising up inside of her.

As (Y/N) made it to his apartment, she dragged the car into a parking spot and knocked on his front door.

''Stiles?'' She called desperately while still knocking on the door. ''Stiles, open up. It's me (Y/N).''

After that she heard someone at the door, opening it slowly. A very tired looking Stiles with swollen eyes stood infront of her. (Y/N) embraced him in a long and comforting hug.

''I'm so sorry,'' She mouthed. ''I should have believed you, Stiles. I should have believed you from the beginning.'' She pulled away from him and put her hands on his shoulders, looking at him with an apologetic glance.

Stiles just nodded quietly and closed the door after (Y/N) had entered his corridor. ''Melissa called you?'' He asked, breaking the silence. (Y/N) nodded. ''She told me about your dad.'' Stiles sighed loudly and turned away from her, giving her his back.''He's not gonna make it, right?'' He asked, his voice sounding weak.

(Y/N) walked towards him and stood behind Stiles now. She put her hands on his hips, slowly turning him around while her hands still rested on them. Stiles looked at her, his eyes blank and full of sadness.

''I can't loose both of my parents (Y/N),'' Stiles whispered. ''Not both of them.'' He leaned in and rested his head on her shoulder. (Y/N) ran a hand through his brown hair, while the other one still rested on his hip.

''It's gonna be okay, Stiles. He's gonna be okay.'' She knew what Melissa had told her and she would usually never be dishonest with her best friend, but right now, not telling him the truth was the right thing to do. Hope would at least save him from even more pain and heartbreak.

(Y/N) had somehow managed to calm him down. ''Do you want to talk about it?'' She asked with a soft voice. Stiles looked up and starred right into her eyes. ''About what happened?'' She nodded. ''You don't have to if you're not ready yet. I just thought that it might help you,'' She formed a short smile with her lips. ''Yeah, maybe.'' Stiles mumbled, thinking back at what had happened.

Flashback:

Stiles was waiting at the parking lot after he had finally reached Theo. He knew he had to talk to him, he needed to know the truth. Theo arrived a second later, looking rather pissed and angry. ''Here,'' Theo said, throwing Stiles library card at him. ''Your dad knows,Stiles. He knows everything.''

Theo approached Stiles and walked around him, his glance focused on the brown haired boy. ''If Melissa hadn't found it, he would still think that I killed Donovan,'' Theo said. ''You know, I took care of everything. I even covered for you, Stiles. But now, now it's too late.''

Stiles head shot up immediately. ''What do you mean it's too late?'' Stiles asked. ''Your dad,'' Theo responded, an evil grin on his face. ''He promised not to help Scott, but he lied to me. Do you want to know where he is?'' Stiles hands curled into fists, his knuckles turning white. ''Did you hurt him?'' Stiles asked with an anger in his voice, but Theo didn't reply. ''Stiles getting angry!'' Theo stood in front of Stiles now, the evil grin was still on his face. ''You know, I never lied about why I came back to this town. I did come back for a pack, Stiles. I came for the Werecoyote. I came for the banshee. The dark Kitsune. The beta with anger issues, I came for void Stiles.That's the pack I want. But unfortunately, it doesn't include Scott.''

Stiles suddenly felt the tension rising up, the anger taking over his whole body. He punched Theo in the face, making him fall onto the ground. A few seconds later Theo was back on his feet again, his hand on the place where Stiles fist had hit him. Theo was laughing bitterly.

''Yes Stiles! That's the Stiles I want. There he is, there is void Stiles.'' Theo was still laughing and Stiles was still angry. It happened again; his hand had landed on his face once more.

''It felt good, didn't it?'' Theo asked, while getting up once again. Stiles didn't say anything, he was just glaring back at him. ''Where is my dad?'' He asked furiously. After that Theo had told him the place where his father was and Stiles left without another word. He drove to the named location and that's where he found his unconscious father on the ground, his body full of blood.

End of Flashback.

Suddenly, everything around Stiles became blurry and loud voices started echoing through his head. He covered his ears with both of his hands and put his head down, his eyes closed. His chest felt tight, his throat was dry and he found it harder to breathe, almost as if the air was pressed out of his lungs, out of his whole body.

''Stiles, are you okay?'' (Y/N) asked, stepping closer to him. Stiles turned away from her again. ''Don't!'' He yelled and (Y/N) froze in place. Stiles felt anger rising up in his body and he knew what was coming, but he didn't know how to stop it, how to control it.

''Stay away from me (Y/N),'' Stiles demanded.

''Why? I don't understand, Stiles.'' She responded, her heart aching from the way he was suddenly treating her.

''Please (Y/N), I don't want to hurt you.'' Stiles mumbled.

''What are you talking about?'' She asked confused. She stepped closer to him again. ''You need to stay away from me (Y/N). Please, just trust me.'' Stiles begged.

''No I'm not going anywhere, Stiles.'' She put both of her hands on his shoulders, slowly turning him around. Stiles sighed and opened his eyes, starring right back into hers.

''This is why I wanted you to leave,'' Stiles mumbled. ''He's back, (Y/N). The Nogitsune is back.''

(Y/N) shook her head in disbelief, her eyes widened by the sight of his pale face. Stiles had dark, purple shades under his eyes, that made him look like he never had any sleep, just like void Stiles. That void Stiles she and her friends had eliminated just a while ago. She couldn't believe it; Her best friend was possessed by the evil spirit again, the spirit that was meant to be gone. The spirit that was meant to never come back ever again.

''Stiles, that.. that is impossible,'' She stated, her voice shaking. ''We eliminated him, remember? How, how can he be back?'' She asked still shocked.

''I guess he was never really gone,'' Stiles whispered. ''Maybe Theo was right and I'm meant to be void (Y/N), maybe I'm meant to be evil.''

He reached for her hands that still rested on his shoulders and put them down, intertwining them with his.

''Right now I just look like void Stiles, but I don't know when he will come back and take control over me. That's why you have to leave, (Y/N). You know what the Nogitsune is capable of and I don't want him to hurt you, I don't want to hurt you.'' Stiles said, his gaze focusing on her.

''Stiles, I know you would never hurt someone intentionally. You are my best friend and one of the best people I have ever met. You saved Beacon Hills so many times without having supernatural powers. You are a hero, okay? So don't you dare ever say again that Theo is right and that you're meant to be evil, cause you're not.'' (Y/N) exclaimed, but Stiles shook his head and pulled away from her.

''Don't say that, I'm not a hero.'' Stiles mumbled. He rubbed his neck and paced hectically around the room. ''I killed Donovan,'' Stiles confessed. ''I killed him. It wasn't the Nogitsune, it was just me. I killed him.'' Stiles looked back at her.

''I don't think you would have done it if there had been another way. There must have been a reason you killed him.'' She responded with a confident tone in her voice.

''What about Allison then? She died because of me,'' Stiles said quietly. ''She was my friend, (Y/N). One of the rare people who really accepted me for who I am. She was such a blessing to the pack and she was the first girl Scott ever loved, ever cared about. And she died, trying to save me. So how am I supposed to forgive myself for what I have done?'' Stiles asked, his voice sounding as if he was crying.

''So many people left because of me,'' He slid down the wall next to him and leaned his head against it, hugging his knees tightly. ''Chris,Isaac, Derek, heck even Scott hates me. You shouldn't be here, (Y/N). I'm a monster capable of doing horrible things.'' Stiles whispered.

(Y/N) sat down next to him and put her hand on his knee, drawing small circles with her thumb on it, which always calmed him down. She looked at him. ''Stiles, you don't really think that about yourself, do you?'' She asked softly.

Stiles nodded. ''I do,'' He responded.

(Y/N) sighed. ''You should stop thinking about the people who left, about the people we lost. Instead you should start thinking about the ones we saved, the ones who are still alive. Alive because of you,'' She smiled and squeezed his knee lightly. ''I know that if the Nogitsune is really back, we're gonna find a way to beat him again.''

Stiles looked back at her. ''Why are you so sure about that?'' He asked.

''Because I know that Scott is gonna do everything to save his best friend, once again, Stiles.'' She explained. ''Scott is not-'' She interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. ''Because I'll do everything, to save you.'' She said, her hand still resting on his knee.

Stiles nodded, his gaze still focused on her. ''Do you trust me?'' He asked suddenly, his voice sounding rather serious now.

(Y/N) nodded. ''Of course I do,'' She responded a smile appearing on her face.

''Good,'' Stiles said. ''So you're not scared of me?'' He asked her again.

''Why should I? You're my best friend, Stiles. I know you would never hurt me.''

She reassured him, locking her eyes with his.

''I wouldn't be so sure about that,'' He replied. ''What do you mea-'' But before (Y/N) could finish her sentence, Stiles had grabbed her by her collar, throwing her towards the bookshelf on the other side of the room. Her body collided with it, instantly breaking the shelf and making the books fall to the ground. She closed her eyes tight and winced in pain.

''Still trust me?'' Stiles asked, an evil smirk on his face. ''Y-Yeah,'' She responded.

''I'm not scared of you,'' She knew she was talking to the Nogitsune now. ''Oh sweet,'' void Stiles said. ''Do you think just because you're Stiles best friend, I'm not going to kill you?'' He asked, but she ignored it.

(Y/N) had managed to get back on her feet again. She approached him slowly. ''Stiles, I know you're somewhere in there. Please come back, it's me,'' She mumbled, locking her eyes with his.

''(Y/N)?'' He asked, sounding like the real Stiles.

She nodded. ''Yeah, it's me.'' She put her hands on his shoulders and smiled.

Stiles laughed. ''You should really learn not to trust a fox, sweetheart,'' the Nogitsune mouthed. Before she could react to that, he had grabbed her by the neck, pushing her all the way back until her back was against a wall again. He tightened his grip and breathed into her neck. ''Cause they're trickster, you know.'' He laughed scoffingly while dragging her up and making her feet dangle. ''What should I do with you, love?'' He asked a smirk on his face.

(Y/N) felt her heart beating out of her chest, her body shivering. She was scared. Not because the Nogitsune was back, but because of Stiles. What if he would never come back again? What if they couldn't beat void Stiles this time? She had a feeling that the Nogitsune was even stronger now, more powerful and even more vengeful. She felt her eyes filling up with tears, but she tried to hold them back. What was she supposed to do though? The boy she loved was trying to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it, because she wasn't strong enough. Because she wasn't like her friends.

''You're scared arent you?'' He asked, his face inches apart from hers. Suddenly she remembered something Lydia had once told her and before she could even think about it any longer, she had pressed her lips to his. After a few seconds had passed she pulled away from him and opened her eyes. Stiles, who looked like his old-self again, stared at her with wide eyes.

''How did you do that?'' He asked with a sound in his voice that was a mix between awe and shock.

''Lydia once told me that she kissed Jackson when he was about to lose control over his werewolf-self and that he shifted back immediately once her lips touched his and I thought maybe it would work with you too,'' She explained, looking at him.

''That's really smart,'' He said, still shocked about what had just happened.

(Y/N) felt the heat rise to her cheeks. ''I'm glad you're back,'' She said, giving him a smile.

Stiles nodded and pulled her in a long and warm hug. ''I'm so sorry,'' He whispered into her ear. ''I almost killed you, (Y/N).'' He looked over her shoulder to the broken bookshelf and the books that were spread across the room, hating what he had done.

''It's alright, Stiles. I'm fine and still alive, so don't bother about it, okay?'' She said, stroking his hair softly. Stiles had broke the hug and stepped away from her as far as he could. ''No it's not okay, (Y/N).'' He said, looking ashamed at the ground.

''I can never forgive myself for doing that to you. You should stay away from me.'' He whispered, still looking away.

(Y/N) took a few steps towards him. ''I told you already, that I'm not going anywhere, Stiles. At least not when you're not with me.'' She smiled at him, even though he couldn't see her.

''Stiles, look at me please.'' She placed her hand on his arm and he finally turned around to face her.

''Why would you want to be with me?'' He questioned.

''Because I love you, Stiles. I've always been in love with you,'' (Y/N) confessed. She bit her lower lip, something she always did when she was nervous.

Stiles put his hands on her face, pulling her closer to him and crashing his lips to hers. (Y/N) immediately kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his hair.

''I love you too,'' Stiles whispered after pulling away from her, a smile on his face. ''But I'm still possessed, (Y/N). And as long as he's there, you shouldn't be with me.'' He said, brushing a string of hair out of her face.

(Y/N) shook her head. ''We are gonna find a way to beat him again, okay? We did it once already and we'll do it again. We're a good team, Stiles. Me, you and the pack. We will handle it, together.'' She reassured him.

Stiles sighed. ''I'm not sure if we still have a pack,'' He mumbled.

''I'm gonna talk to the others. We are going to save you again, Stiles.'' She said smiling.

Stiles pecked her lips softly. ''I love you (Y/N).'' He said, resting his forehead against hers. ''And I love you, Stiles.'' She responded, pulling him in for another hug.

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Why did you do it part 3 (Teen wolf imagine )

Part 1 , Part 2

Scott pov

I saw y/n eyes close, I heard her heartbeat become slower. “Stiles drive faster please I can’t lose her .” I mumbled he somehow heard me and drove faster. Allison was next to me sobbing uncontrollably. Lydia was trying to calm her down but it was useless. Liam was with stiles up front he kept looking at y/n as tears rolled down his face. I knew he was thinking back to the times they had . He looked at me I saw the pain he had “ she’ll be okay ” I mouthed to him “ I know she’s strong ” he mouthed back . I nodded I held her hand taking the pain away hoping she’ll open her eyes. I felt her squeeze my hand . As I looked down stiles pulled up to the hospital . Brett opened my door and I ran in with everybody behind me . I saw mom ready for us I guess Brett called her to let her know we were coming. “ what happened Scott. ” she said as she took her out of my arms and put her in the gurney “ she saved us ” i sobbed out . “We will do everything to keep her alive . ” I nodded . Derek and Chris came in running “ what happened who is hurt ? ” said Chris looking around “y/n” said Derek noticing she was missing “ what happened McCall ” asked Chris . “ she saved us ” said Liam crying . “ saved you? how? why? ” asked Derek . “We had a different plan cause we knew Scott’s plan wasn’t going to work . We knew if we did Scott’s plan we all would die so y/n and I would stay back while you guys would run and get everybody help . But she had a different plan to save me as well. She pushed me out with the others and locked herself with the dread doctors. She let everybody go and got hurt. She pushed me out the way and got stabbed again. She said she did it for I can live a happy life but I won’t be happy if she dies saving me . ” Allison sobbed Isaac pulls her into a hug. “ why did she leave ? ” demanded Derek I sighed “ I can’t tell you ” I said “ why” “ cause you will kill them ” stiles said “ who ?” Asked Malia standing up from her chair “ Lydia and I ” said Parrish “ wait why?” Asked Kira “ You son of a -” started Brett as he realized what must have happened but Derek grabbed his shoulder calming him down. “ what happened ” asked Jackson through his teeth. “Parrish cheated on y/n with Lydia because they have a stronger connection . She left because she couldn’t stand seeing them together . She left because she hated their guts. She left because this idiot broke her heart to pieces with her so called best friend without an explanation. She left because every time she saw them she would think everything he said was a lie. She left because she knew we would pick sides .” Said Liam pissed . My mind went back to the day I told the pack y/n left . -flashback- After the conversation i had with y/n, I called in a pack meeting. I saw everybody here except y/n. “Okay everyone is here ” I said clapping my hand letting them know its business “ no y/n not here ” Liam pointed out while looking around “ yeah that’s what this meeting is about . Y/n is no longer one of us. She left beacon hills. ” i said calmly . A commotion erupted with everyone asking questions except Parrish and Lydia . “Guys ” I said everybody kept talking and asking questions on where is y/n. “ GUYS” I yelled catching everybody attention . “ she left because …” I started but I couldn’t finish that sentence . I still couldn’t believe what they did to her . “Why did she leave ?” Questioned stiles. Parrish looked at me with pleading eyes not to tell . I sighed “ she said she couldn’t stay here because she needs to find herself ” I lied . They all nodded “okay meeting dismissed ” everybody walked away except for Lydia and Parrish . Once everybody has left . Jordan was the first to talk “ thank you for not telling them the real reason why she left Scott. ” I rolled my eyes “ I didn’t do it for you or Lydia I did it for y/n she wouldn’t like the pack fighting each other . I can’t believe you two did that to her. I still don’t get why you did it but you both messed up big time. Now y/n is god knows where hurt probably doing something stupid. If something ever happens to her just because she left I won’t ever forgive you guys. "I growled at them . "What did you guys do ?” Asked Liam walking in with stiles . “ nothing "Lydia lied quickly ” no what did you guys do to make her leave ?“ Asked stiles ” why aren’t you going crazy that she left Parrish ? I thought you loved her and she was the one ? Ain’t she your girlfriend?“ Asked Liam confused "I - uh -uh -I ” stuttered Parrish I grew angry and slammed my hands on the table everybody jumped “ he don’t love her . She isn’t the one for him. She isn’t his girlfriend considering that he cheated on her with Lydia . Lydia is his girlfriend now. Their connection is stronger than what he had with y/n. Instead of telling y/n that they should break up. He went and cheated on her now she’s feeling not good enough. I saw the little flirtatiousness between Lydia and you but I thought nothing about it . Now everything made sense , now I know why I sensed sadness off of y/n . I don’t understand how you could do something like this to her . SHE LOVED YOU WITH HER HEART AFTER EVERYTHING YOU GUYS WENT THROUGH WITH THE AGE GAP. ” I said getting louder with each sentence till I ended up yelling . I grabbed my jacket and left to cool off before I did something I’ll regret. -End of flashback- “Why didn’t we know about this ?” Asked Malia irritated with everything . “ she didn’t want everybody to know what happened . She didn’t want everybody to pity her and hate them . ” I responded “ why did you do it ?” Asked Isaac we all looked at them “ I couldn’t control my feeling for him. We are like summer rain. While they were like fire . (Gmw reference ). She couldn’t keep him calm she only pushed him to be his worst . ” Lydia said “ no fuck you first of all . Second of all y/n gave him everything she ever had. She gave him her first for everything . He was the love of her life. You came and took that away from her. You broke her heart and the sick part is you were there helping her with the dates and all but all you wanted was the guy. ” said Allison for the first time ever with anger . “ I have seen the looks she gave him when she was in love with him and wow I can’t believe the two people who were supposed to protect her caused her the most pain” said Theo breaking his silence in a while. “ how did you three know ?” Asked Derek “ she told me ” I said in a monotone voice “ we walked in on Scott going off on them about it ” said Liam while stiles nodded . “ how did you know where to find her ?” Asked Parrish I looked at him “ after she left I couldn’t stay home knowing the fact that she was somewhere broken-hearted and in pain. So I followed her scent . It took me a couple days to find her because she went to this little town way far from here. I found her when she was about to leave to buy furniture for her apartment. After talking to her I joined her and bought some things. Ever since I was the one she would call. Liam and stiles followed me one day and we helped her through the break up and making sure she was okay. ” I choked out as tears started to fall realizing I always loved her from the start. “ when did you realized you loved her ?” Asked Parrish “ since 3rd grade but I just didn’t realize how I loved her I always thought it was as a friend but no I love her . ” my mom came out" how is she ?“ Asked Allison before I could ” she’s in a stable condition. She lost a lot of blood we will keep her overnight. She also might have a small chance of memory lost take it easy on her when she wakes up . “ she said we all nodded ” now how did this happened I thought your plan was foolproof and no one was going to get hurt ?“ "She saved us she took one for the team ” said Jackson “ we don’t want to get into details Ms.McCall it has been a long night and if we relive that moment I think we all will go crazy ” said Liam nicely she nodded “ get some rest she’s in room 210 ” she was about to walk away but turned around “ I think it’s best if you go in one at a time "my mom said as nicely as she could ,probably feeling the tension that was going on. "Yeah we will mom thanks ” I said giving her a quick hug then turning to the gang “is it okay if I go in first please ” I asked them . I really needed to be the first one to see her , she means the world to me and I couldn’t bare the thought of her not knowing me anymore . I love her too much for anything to happen to her . I don’t know what I’d do if she hadn’t gotten seriously hurt or even worse died. I was brought out of my thoughts when stiles slapped me. I glared at him “ sorry buddy but you were spaced out and go ahead be first we don’t care as long as she’s okay we will gladly wait our turn . ” I nodded giving him a hug. Man I been giving a lot of hugs today oh well . I ran to room 210 once I got there what I saw broke my heart a bit she looked so lifeless but she was awake so that was a good thing. I sat next to her in the chair . When she heard movement she looked at me and smiled at me like I was her world “ hi Scotty ” she said with this cuteness that I couldn’t help but to blush. “ hey there y/n/n how are you feeling ?” “ a little bit of pain but I’m okay .” “Good ” I said kissing her forehead “ do you remember everything my mom said there was a slight chance of memory lost ” “ I remember everything ” she said blushing . She looked at me for a good minute before looking away . I wonder what that was about “ I remember saving Allison and I remember you saying I was the love of your life before kissing me ” she said quickly not looking me in the eyes. I chuckled at how cute she was being “ that’s correct Babygirl ” “ where does this take us Scott ?” She asked so innocently that my heart melted a bit . “ wherever you want it to take us . We can go out and see where that take us . We could just stay friends and pretend that i never confessed my feelings to you and that I kissed you . ” “ let’s see where it takes us Scott ” she said kissing my hand that was holding her hand . I could hear isaac telling everyone what was going on . I also heard Liam and stiles yelling yes my otp are finally happening . I couldn’t help but to burst out laughing y/n looked at me weird “ stiles and Liam are acting crazy like always ” she nodded looking tired . I was about to get up and leave but she pulled me close to her face “ yes hun ?” “ stay with me ” she said scooting over and patting the spot next to her . I laid next to her" I have a question “ she said softly "what’s up ” “why did you confess now ? Why not before Parrish ?” “ I never thought of losing you like I did today . I don’t want to ever lose you . I am deeply in love with you. I saw you dying in my arms I didn’t want that I needed to tell you that I love you .” Tears started to form . “ do you know how long I have been waiting to hear that ? ” she whispered I shook my head no . I was confused did she feel the same way for a long time too ? Or was I just misunderstanding this ? I was also hearing Isaac and Brett reacting our conversation . It’s taking a lot to not roll my eyes at how dramatic they are making it . “Since you came after me when I left town . When we spent that day together I felt like myself and I couldn’t be any happier with anybody else .” She said kissing my cheek . Slowly we fell asleep . *The next day * I woke up to see the pack sleeping around the room , it was a funny sight to see Liam and Stiles cuddling . Jackson and Aiden were hugging each other feet . Allison was sleeping on Isaac chest. Derek was sleeping standing up somehow . Kira and malia were sleeping in a weird position that I don’t know how to explain. Lastly Parrish and Lydia were sleeping on the far corner . I looked down to see y/n sleeping like an angel I couldn’t help but smile god she had me wrapped around her finger. I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see my mom , stiles dad and Allison dad looking around . “ Theo went to go get coffee and pastries for everybody he stayed up all night watching everybody I think he feels guilty you should have a talk with him ” my mom said “ I will thank you ” “ so how did this happen ” asked Stiles dad I sighed “ Allison and y/n had their own plan to save us cause apparently my plan wasn’t going to work but y/n had a different plan to save Allison as well but sacrificing herself. Y/n and Allison beat the beast and saved mason by themselves. When we went to the dread doctors everything went down hill . Lights were flickering like it’s a horror movie . All I heard was guys run. They stayed behind shooting I didn’t even know y/n had a gun. I thought her weapon choice was ninja stars , bow and arrows or a knife . Out of nowhere the doors started closing and we were asking what was going on . They told us they were saving our lives when y/n pushed Allison towards us . Allison told her this wasn’t the plan and y/n said I know the pack wouldn’t forgive me if I let you die. I got to her but she pushed me out and the door closed. We started banging on the door telling her to let us in but she was still shooting . Allison started to run looking for a another entrance when all the people that the dread doctors kidnapped came Out . As they ran out Josh and Corey told us y/n would be out soon. As we were waiting we heard her scream in pain. Allison ran in locking us out again. I heard y/n say Allison watch out . As Liam and Brett was trying to open the door Lydia screamed y/n name that’s when I knew she was dying . Something in Brett and Liam snapped they broke down that wall . I ran in to see y/n in Allison arm bleeding out with a knife and a sword in her stomach. I heard her say goodbye to Allison and my heart just broke to pieces. I grabbed her and we brought her here ” I cried out full on crying and leaving out the part that I told her that I love her . I looked up to see them crying “ she’s such a brave girl.” Said Chris “that’s my girl ” said Mr.Stilinksi my mom just hugged me . One by one the pack started to wake up . They all looked around and saw I was awake they just stared at me confused “ she’s not dead is she ? ” question Isaac . Allison hit him “ no you idiot her heart is still beating ” said stiles annoyed “ what’s going on why are you crying ?” Asked Liam a bit scared . “It’s nothing I was just telling them about what happened.” They nodded . We all just stared at her “we almost lost her ” said Allison out of no where “ she was saving all of us ” said Liam “ even them two ” said Brett through his teeth “ guys not again ” I mumbled “ no it has to be said Scott . She actually risked her life saving us even them two who hurt her the most without a thought. What does that say about her ? That she has a heart of gold . That she’s the most caring human being ever . That she’s always putting people first and not herself . She almost died last night . I almost lost one of my best friends last night cause she put us first . A life without her isn’t worth living and I know for a fact you know that too. ” stiles choked out almost in tears . The others were tearing up also . I felt her move next to me . I looked down to her awake with tears coming down her face. “ hey hey shh why are you crying ” I whispered wiping her tears away. “I’m sorry stiles ” she whispered . He jumped over Liam landing on the edge of the bed , he crawled up to us and hugged her . “ hey , look at me there’s nothing to be sorry for . You saved us you saved me . You are a amazon warrior okay. I’m glad to call you my best friend but if you ever scare me like this ever again I’ll never forgive you okay. I love you so much ” he told her softly . Everybody in the room was literally crying their eyes out with his little speech. “ can we please talk ” said Parrish “ alone. ” added Lydia “ no whatever you got to say to her you can say it in front of us . We are a family and we stick together we aren’t leaving her alone ” said Jackson proudly and protectively “ what is there to talk about Jordan ” she hissed at him “ I want to explain ” she nodded him to continue I was holding her hand while stiles was playing her hair . “ I didn’t mean to hurt you.i loved you I really did but I lost feelings for you and instead of telling you how I felt I played you . I went out with your best friend when I was supposedly training her . I would come home drunk and god I knew you could see the lipstick stain . You never said anything till a year later . Why did you wait so long ? ” she squeezed my hand hard . Her heartbeat started to beat fast. Everybody was waiting to see if we had to escort them out “ I knew the moment when you missed my birthday it was cause of her . I knew when you guys would disappear for hours cause of the so called training . I even knew when you told me I love you it was a lie. The reason why I waited so long was I was waiting for you to man up and come clean. I was waiting for you Lydia to come and talk to me . To tell me what was happening like a best friend would have . I know it would have been hard but damn you guys were cowards. You guys lied to my face for a year. My best friend was having sex with my boyfriend on my birthday. Oh yeah I knew about that. See Lydia you butt dialed me and I heard most of it . My favorite part was when he asked you if you guys should go to the party and you replied with she wouldn’t notice we are gone with everybody there plus it’s y/n we are talking about she’ll believe any bullshit lie we tell her. I don’t know what gave you guys the idea that I wouldn’t have figured it out but I knew all along I was waiting for you guys to be real with me for the first time ever . Apparently you guys couldn’t do it so I did it for you . I don’t forgive you for it , I don’t like you , I don’t trust you anymore, but for the sake of the pack I will put my differences aside .” She confessed . I didn’t know what to do . Everybody was silent for a good while till Derek grabbed Parrish by the throat and slammed him against the wall. “ HOW DARE YOU” he yelled “HALE ” scream y/n everybody looked at her she never yells she was the calm one . Even Derek looked at her surprised . She cleared her throat. As she was going to say something Theo came in with food . “ oh I can sense something happened in here ” he chimed in . “ I’m so sorry y/n . I know this isn’t going to fix things but im so sorry for hurting you I wasn’t thinking ” said Lydia “obviously ” spat Theo i heard Brett catching up Theo . “ oh hell no . I know I heard that wrong . You guys are sick , sicker than me I know I did somethings wrong but y'all did is unforgivable and I can’t believe y'all would do this .” Theo said mad getting up and walking towards Parrish who was still in Derek’s grip . Out of nowhere y/n screamed very loudly making Stiles and I jump. “ ENOUGH . "She yelled before continuing ” this is the exact reason I didn’t want to stay . I only told Scott for a reason. We are a damn pack and we better start acting like it . Whatever happened between the three of us stays between us . You guys are family okay . This shouldn’t effect you okay this effects me and only me. I have fucking recovered okay. Sure my heart was broken by the guy who I thought I loved but so does millions of girls in this world and no one is making it a big deal . So stop this bickering and apologize . Derek hale if you don’t let him go so help me god I’ll stand up from this bed and slap you silly .“ She said with a stern tone .” I’m not apologizing “ said Theo y/n rolled her eyes and smirking at him . Derek let go of Parrish "you know we are trying to protect you right ?” Said Brett She sighed “ I don’t need to be protected. I know how to protect myself .” “ I don’t care I’m still going to protect you even if you don’t like it okay” said Liam “we are a pack we protect each other ” said stiles and everybody nodded agreeing with him . After we ate breakfast and y/n was discharged from the hospital we went home to relax and spend some quality time with each other. I was extremely happy to know that y/n is giving us a chance and that she likes me back. We are going to take things slow but I have a feeling we have a whole lot of time in our hands . I looked around the room and I smiled knowing everything was going to be okay from now on. A/n hope you guys enjoy-K @angelameliajadearmitage

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