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secret-kpoplibrary · 2 years

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Inspiring Romance Pt. 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: just more arguing really lol

Genre: kinda fluff

Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.

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When you open the door to Mr. Min's bedroom and see it undisturbed you presume Yoongi slept somewhere else so you continue the packing you were doing yesterday. Eventually, maybe 20 minutes later, there's a knock at the door.

"Y/n? You in there?" Yoongi calls through the door.

"Yeah. Come in." You call back.

"What're you doing?"

"Well, when you got here yesterday I was packing up your granddad's room so I'm just finishing that."

"Oh-"

"Do you need something?" You mutter.

"Wait are you just planning on removing everything about my granddad from this house?"

"No. I'm not even touching the other parts of the house. This stuff, clothes mostly, is just going in the attic. It's not needed down here. Unless you want something."

"I'll- look through the boxes later." He says.

"Are you contesting the will or not?"

"Thought you didn't care."

"I don't care about if you take the damn house or not I do care what you're trying to do so I can plan accordingly. And quite frankly, I don't think you walked in here to have a casual conversation like we're friends. So should I start packing or what?" You roll your eyes.

"Packing?"

"I have an apartment, I hadn't even decided if I was going to move here but if you're contesting all I have to do is take home the stuff I kept here while caring for your grandfather." You explain.

"I'm not contesting." Yoongi finally says.

"Why not?" You look at him skeptically. He was so demanding before- what changed in the last 20 minutes?

"To be honest I don't need the house, in case you haven't noticed, I don't live here. Granddad's conditions were to stick around for 3 months and I get my own money. That's easier than dragging all this to court so- hello roomie."

"I have to make a phone call." You say standing and leaving the room. You pull out your phone and dial Irene's number.

"Hey! How're you feeling?" She asks.

"Like I want to smash my head into a brick wall." You groan.

"Oh- well, everyone grieves differently. That's okay."

"What? No, dude, this is not grief related. Mr. Min's grandson showed up here yesterday."

"Plot twist!" Irene gasps.

"Plot. Fucking. Twist."

"So what does he want?"

"Well- initially he wanted to get all the stuff his grandfather left me."

"What? After he hasn't seen his granddad in years?"

"Yeah well- apparently all Mr. Min had to do to get him to come home was not leave him any money I guess." You shrug.

"So he's contesting or something?"

"Nope- Mr. Min apparently did leave him money on the condition that he stick around for three months- ideally it seems he wants us to get together in that time."

"Mr. Min is playing matchmaker from beyond the grave?" Irene chuckles.

"Yes- and I'm pretty sure Yoongi is not agreeing to that part but- he is staying."

"Well is he cute?"

"Very- but he's an arrogant ass so- I'm not particularly interested."

"I'm sure Mr. Min has your best interests in mind. Maybe you ought to give it a try." Irene says.

"I trusted Mr. Min a lot- but setting me up with his grandson? I don't understand."

"Maybe he hopes you'll look after each other."

"How optimistic of him. Odds are not in his favor though."

"You just met him." She laughs.

"And he's left a bitter taste in my mouth."

"Well- you've got 3 months to go so, I suggest you learn to make the best of it."

"Are you sure you don't wanna come up here?" You sigh.

"I'll visit, but there's no way I'm moving to the other side of town."

"Fine- I'll keep you updated then." You frown.

"I don't doubt you will. Catch you later." Irene says with one last chuckle before hanging up.

"Make the best of this. If I'm lucky- with a house this big we'll barely have to deal with each other." You tell yourself. You glance at the clock and realize you have to head to work.

"Yoongi! I have to go!" You shout running into your room to throw on your uniform.

"Where are you off to?" Yoongi asks when you leave your room and pass him near the stairs.

"I have work. I'll be back around seven." You tell him.

"You already have another job?"

"I've always had another job? Look save your questions for when I get back. I'm out." You call, walking down the stairs and out the door quickly. Your drive to work isn't long exactly but it's not really short either. It's almost half an hour, which you spend listening to music as you whip down the roads.

"Afternoon y/n." Your boss Mark says when you walk into the diner.

"Hey Mark." You say, clocking in.

"You doing alright?" He asks.

"Peachy." You mutter back, starting your work for the afternoon.

"Y/n! I can't believe you're here." Joy says.

"Well hey- the world doesn't stop turning. And honestly, being at work is better than sorting things out at Mr. Min's place." You huff.

"Do you need help packing up?" Joy frowns.

"Packing up isn't the issue- it's the junior Min that's causing trouble."

"Junior?"

"Mr. Min has a grandson. Did I never tell you that? Well regardless, he's staying at the estate for a few months."

"Are you staying with him then?"

"Well I wasn't sure if I'd stay there long term but with his grandson here, I'm pretty sure that's what Mr. Min wanted so- yeah, I guess."

"Well this will be fun." Joy muses.

"That's one way you could describe it. I would probably use something more along the lines of torture but of course, since you haven't met him- makes sense that you would pick fun." You tell her.

"Oh he can't be that bad."

"He's been gone for years, shows up after his grandfather's funeral basically demanding that I hand over everything Mr. Min left me so I had to call the lawyer who then told us to summarize that Mr. Min is playing matchmaker from beyond the grave."

"Well where is this grandson now?"

"Well I left him at the house but he does have a bike so he could be somewhere else if he wanted to leave." You shrug.

"He rides a motorcycle!?" Joy squeals.

"Yes."

"Oh I bet he's gorgeous!" She shakes you excitedly.

"Joy- I love you but please come back to me."

"As soon as you tell me if he's hot."

"Yes Joy he's gorgeous as in drop-dead but then he opens his mouth and I wish he would drop dead." You tell her.

"Tape his mouth shut, problem solved."

"Yeah that's exactly the solution I'd expect from you but I don't think Mr. Min would be happy about that."

"I mean I guess." Joy shrugs. You chuckle at her dramatic eye roll and walk off to actually do your job. Your shift is surprisingly uninteresting but when the time comes you say your goodbyes and clock out. When you get back to the house you silently take off your shoes by the door.

"You're back." Yoongi's voice startles you.

"Jesus- yes I'm back. I told you I'd be back around 7. Have you just been here all day?" You look at him.

"Well yeah- I just got back to town, it's been years since I was here. I don't really have much I can do exactly."

"You could've visited your family. Your aunt is sick you know. Or at the very least called your cousins so they know you're in town."

"I've been here one day and you're already nagging me about how I spend my time?"

"I'm suggesting more productive ways you can spend time until you get a job. Whatever dude, I'm sure Lisa will be here in the next day or two anyway." You scoff.

"What? Why?" Yoongi frowns.

"Because with your aunt unwell she was the available next of kin before you got here. She's supposed to help me sort through some of your granddad's stuff and figure out what to do with the house."

"So wait- you weren't planning on keeping the house anyway?"

"I hadn't decided what I was going to do. That's why your cousin was coming. So we could discuss options."

"If you were my granddad's caretaker how did you have another job?"

"Okay- talk about whiplash. Your grandfather insisted I have another job because he was so fiercely independent he didn't want me here 24/7. So I had another job at his behest." You say.

"So what if something happened when you were at work?! That's so careless."

"You're very judgy considering you never even visited him while I was here. I'm not an idiot. While I was working I had one of the neighbors checking on him throughout my shift."

"One of the neighbors?"

"Yes, his name is Namjoon. In fact he'll be over for dinner tonight so if you want to meet him, you're welcome to join us."

"He's coming here for dinner?" Yoongi crosses his arms.

"Yes- I invited him to dinner when we had your granddad's wake but he was going out of town that day. He texted me yesterday that he's back so I invited him tonight, didn't know you'd be here but no worries." You shrug.

"You were planning on having a date here?"

"No. Namjoon and I are just friends- if that."

"You have his phone number."

"Because I had him checking on your granddad when I was working. We're literally pseudo-neighbors and I'm extending a dinner invitation as thanks for his help. What is your deal?!"

"I don't like the idea of some stranger in my grandfather's house."

"That 'stranger' was around your grandfather more than you. Look- I'm gonna go change. Do me a favor and set the dining room table. Or do I have to do everything around here?"

"You did everything for my granddad."

"First of all no I didn't and if I did, he was old and ill, and I got paid to do that. You are just a spoiled brat."

"I don't know-"

"Anything. You don't know anything. So just set the table like I asked and shut up. I'll be back down in a minute. Thank you." You say walking by him.

"Are you always so bossy?" He yells after you.

"Only when I have to be!" You shout over your shoulder. You quickly change out of your work uniform and into a cute shirt and your one pair of jeans. You tend to steer clear of jeans as your thighs do not get along with them but you have one pair that you haven't ripped through. Thick thighs save lives but they do not spare clothing. You head downstairs and into the kitchen immediately to make dinner before Namjoon shows up. When Yoongi joins you in the kitchen sometime later, you look over your shoulder for a second to acknowledge him.

"Did you set the table?" You ask him.

"Yeah I set it." He practically grumbles at you.

"Thank you." You tell him with a smile. Just as you're finishing up there's a knock at the front door.

"I'll get that." Yoongi says standing up.

"Be nice!" You call after him, putting the finished meal in a serving dish. You take the dish and set it in the dining room and then meet the boys at the door.

"I mean- you can come in just tell me what you want." Yoongi shrugs leaning against the door frame. You shove Yoongi out of the way to greet Namjoon.

"Hi Joon! Thanks for coming. This is Yoongi. Don't mind him, he's a troll in every sense of the word. Come on in!" You smile.

"A troll?!" Yoongi gasps. You roll your eyes.

"Here, dinner's ready in the other room, just follow me." You tell Namjoon leading him to the dining room. Yoongi follows the both of you and once everyone's made their plate Namjoon clears his throat before talking.

"Not to- overstep but I thought, Mr. Min was the only other person who lived here." Namjoon asks you, glancing at Yoongi.

"He was. Yoongi is his grandson. He showed up here last night." You explain.

"Oh- yeah Mr. Min mentioned a grandson once or twice." Namjoon nods. "I guess when he wasn't at the funeral I kinda forgot I guess?"

"Speaking of- thank you so much for your help with Mr. Min. I really appreciate it." You tell him.

"Hey no problem and if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask. I know how hard it is to lose a loved one." Namjoon places his hand over yours with a kind smile.

"Friendly reminder that it wasn't her granddad that died." Yoongi gruffs.

"Yes I know but the two of them seemed very close. He even talked about her like she was his granddaughter." Namjoon looks at Yoongi with a confused frown.

"Y/n- how close exactly were you to my grandfather?" Yoongi's eyes narrow as he leans forward against the table.

"Pretty close. I was taking care of him for some time, you know- spending every day here for over five years will do that." You say with a shrug.

"If you'll excuse me." Yoongi stands from the table and almost stomps out of the dining room. You sigh and close your eyes.

"Is he always like that?" Namjoon asks staring at the doorway Yoongi just left through.

"I don't know, I met him yesterday. I assume the grumbly disposition is a result of his granddad's will decisions. I doubt it actually has anything to do with you or me for that matter." You mutter.

"Wait what?"

"It's a long story but Yoongi's only here because he's unhappy with his inheritance. Since his grandfather isn't here, I guess I'm the target of his huffy behavior."

"That- doesn't seem fair."

"I'm not particularly bothered by it. You shouldn't be either. If he wants to be temperamental and act like a child so be it."

"Not that I'm a psychologist or anything but this doesn't sound like a healthy living environment so if you need an escape you know where I live." Namjoon chuckles.

"Honestly this house is big enough that I think we'll make it work, especially since he's only here for a few months- but I will definitely keep that offer in mind in case." You smile. The two of you fill the rest of dinner with casual conversation. You and Namjoon aren't exactly close but he's always been nice and it's easy to enjoy his company. Perhaps you'll invite him over more often.

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Part 3/???

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humanoidalien27 · 1 year

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Content warning: Guilt. Lots and lots of it.

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Chapter 9

Pureblooded Muggle

It was very quiet next few days. Salazar hadn't threatened anything or even tried to come back, but you haven't woken up yet either, something that was beginning to make everyone worry. They knew Salazar meant to kill you after watching you suffer, but the longer you sleep, the harder it was to believe you were going to wake up.

Sebastian and Anne had to drag Ominis to eat, because he refused to leave the room and even then, he ate only enough that they'd be okay with him going back to the hospital wing.

He took the spot beside you, grabbing your hand, wondering when he was going to hear your voice again as he sat back in his chair.

He wondered if you would be happy to have lost your magic, you hadn't hidden how interested you were when Salazar mentioned stealing it in the library.

Sebastian told him you tried to hold onto it and gave a pretty good fight, but in the end, he had stolen too much magic to fight against.

Ominis hoped you wouldn't think he liked you any less being magicless.

His ears heard you inhale first, before your hand tightened around his while you opened your eyes. "Hey, how do you feel?"

Your attention drifted towards Ominis, who's brows were pinched in worry. "There's still a slight pain, but I'm alright. How's everyone else?"

He shook his head sharply. "We're all fine, but you've been unconscious for days. We're more concerned about you."

You blinked slowly, not realizing time had passed that fast, but you squeezed his hand. "I'm not really thrilled at the idea of being hunted by Salazar without magic, but it comes with the territory." You watched his expression fall as worry crept up on it. "I know I entertained the idea of not having ancient magic, but I've realized how important it was for me and for all the lives I've been involved in. And now we can't even get home. I'm sorry I let all of you down."

Startled from hearing you break down, he hugged you tightly, half slamming into you. "You didn't do anything of the sort." Hearing you cry hurt him as badly as hearing you scream in pain. "I told you before, I don't care where we are. I could live in this time for the rest of our lives."

You gripped onto his cloak, trying to ground yourself as the guilt of failing everyone ate away at you. It was something you never tried to do after so many people let you down growing up.

Ominis held onto you long after you calmed down. You were just trying to find comfort, but your thoughts refused to let you go. Replaying the moments that lead to this one.

The door opened, drawing your attention to Godric as he walked in.

"Ah, it's nice to see you're up. We were beginning to worry if you ever would," he said as Ominis pulled back and sat beside you. "Any adverse reactions to Salazar's spell?"

"Dull pain throughout my body, but I think I slept most of it off."

He nodded, guilt lacing his features. "You're welcome to stay here of course. It is my fault that you were even being watched by Salazar."

"I appreciate that, but I don't really belong here anymore," you said ignoring how sharply Ominis's head snapped in your direction or how Godric's features dropped before he hung his head. "This is a school for magic and I...I don't have magic anymore."

"You're still a witch. You will always be one," Ominis clarified strongly, drawing your gaze.

Knowing he was going to keep arguing with you, you let it go as Godric moved closer. "You don't have to do this. He is right."

You felt like they were only saying that because they felt guilty when they shouldn't. You made your choice. "I know, but with the Slytherins still being obsessed with pureblood status and me now defenseless against them, I'd just be putting a bigger target on my back."

Understanding that your mind was made up, Godric nodded and headed from the room.

"And me?" Ominis whispered, his voice trembling. "Do I get a say in this? Or are you saying goodbye?"

"I'm basically a muggle now, Ominis. I can't do anything if I'm attacked again. I can't stop someone from hurting us and this is a place to learn magic -which you have."

"I already learned everything they've been teaching us. Let me protect you this time." He cupped the back of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours desperately trying to keep you as close as possible while feeling like you were slipping away. "Please don't leave without me."

"Are you sure you'd be okay with me being this way?"

"I don't care about if you have magic or not. I care about you. The fiery woman who purposely taunted someone with powerful magic without hesitation after just losing your own. The woman who took on a war practically alone. Who saved me more times that I can even count. I care about you."

His thumb brushed against your cheek as you held in the happiness his admittance gave you.

"Okay Ominis," you whispered, resting your hand against his, feeling him relax.

Sebastian and Anne agreed with Ominis and though you couldn't get out of the past now, you would find a small place to live out the rest of your lives while history took care of itself.

If only it was that easy.

Rowena and Helga asked you to stay long enough to fully recover. The four of you stayed in the hospital wing together to ensure Salazar wouldn't come back. But, the longer you remained in the castle, you started to hear voices, whisperings of someone calling out to you. No one else seemed to hear it.

One night, about a week later, you woke up to someone whispering in your ear, calling you to something. It tugged your body to sit up, instantly waking Ominis who had been worried you'd vanish one night, but when you didn't reply to him calling out to you, he immediately woke up the twins.

You locked eyes with Sebastian as his widened. "Ominis, her eyes are gold. I think she's under some kind of spell."

As if on que, your body started towards the door, your friends moving to follow, their wands out and ready for an ambush.

The feeling led you through the castle, down the hall, stairs and cavern until you reached the stone door, which opened as you approached.

Aware this could be a trap, your friends checked the corners for anyone possibly hiding in them or under the disillusionment charm, but found nothing.

You took a deep breath when the spell released its hold, Ominis moved to your side in relief.

"Are you alright?"

Nodding you looked at the box and book. "Yeah, it was like I had no control over myself. I could see everything, but I couldn't stop moving."

Everyone side glanced at how uncomfortable the situation was, but your attention quickly went to the necklace you had forgotten about which began to heat up, making you practically rip it free.

It was glowing slightly, the same color as the box before you, the same color your eyes had been under the spell. The bail holding the pendant disintegrated and the chain fell to the floor, dropping the symbol into your hand.

When you looked at the box, you saw the star symbol like an indent in the top, perfect for the necklace piece to fit into it.

Reaching out to test it, Sebastian spoke hurriedly. "Careful, it has a barrier."

You looked back at him, seeing him shrug. "The door opened after Salazar left. The spell shoots some kind of pulse through your body. It's painful."

Taking a deep breath, your fingers touched the barrier, it crumbled as if welcoming you, so you placed the pendant into the indention.

A clicking noise of the lock releasing sounded loudly in the quiet room, but as soon as the lid opened, the golden light shot right out of the box and slammed into you so hard, it knocked you backwards onto the floor.

The pain in your body faded instantly as you felt connected to everything, every nerve ending, beat of your heart, the movement you made on the floor. You could practically feel where everyone was with your eyes closed.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Ominis asked, lightly shaking your shoulder to get your attention.

You sat up seeing the box was gone and the book was floating right before your eyes. "Yeah, just different really. Like something changed I just don't know what."

Sebastian reached for the book, but the barrier shot up around it so he quickly pulled his hand back.

"Seems only you can read that book," Anne said examining it from afar.

You reached your hands out, the barrier dropping before it dropped into your hands. "Seems so."

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#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #fanfiction #ominis x reader #ominis x oc #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #ominis x you #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x you

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openly-journaling · 2 years

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Bobby: August 25th 2022

I should be sleeping right now but I can't quite because I just I have to get this out. It's bothering me so much.

I didn't expect her to understand when I got here and I was right. I am being forced to mask. She says that all 78 of us are just one person with different personalities as in one with depression and one with anxiety and stuff like that and it's just not how it works and the way she was getting worked up about it shut me down and I was so tired to say anything anyway too tired to continue that and I think it was just easier if I shut down.

I don't care if all of them want to refer to us by the body's name fine. Whatever. I was just hoping that I wouldn't have to be as heavily dissociating but the Hope was very short-lived.

Obviously I still can't control the attitudes of certain headmates when they front. And whatever happens we're just going to have to figure out how to mask.

It just pisses me off when some people are refusing to understand that it's so much more complicated than that and you can't sit there and explain it to them because they get worked up because they are so set in their beliefs. I didn't expect anything else. But it still hurts.

It still hurts being told that you don't exist it still hurts being told that you aren't Who You Are. It's still hard to hear when people decide to tell you that you basically are making it all up in your head to deal with things.

I mean yes it is kind of all in our head. Because if it was on the outside I think it would be more prominent and people would actually see it. But there's no cure for it there's nothing to just fix it and I don't want it to be fixed. I like existing as I am.

She just had to tell me so much that she's right and I'm wrong and I can never argue with her and I don't want to get into an argument with her most specifically because that's not what I'm here for. I'm here for work and if I have to endure whatever I'm being put through then fine.

It's not even about lacking understanding it's even the basic disrespect of the fact that she won't even acknowledge us as who we are by our names.

It's just.. ugh exhausting

(edit) [4am Aug 26th still part of yesterday]

Despite being forced to mask and told that each of us is just emotions/thoughts given name (like she legitimately things I just name my individual thoughts and emotions and I know I can't argue back) I still had an okay day.

I can't tell if I split or didn't or maybe I just have a walk in of my own in my subsystem. But either way.. there is definitely yet another running around up here.

Everything was so stressful. From driving here on my own to cornered by her foster kids and climbed all over me. I don't like being touched but they may just have abandonment issues.

Well I got to work and work went well. My legs are still getting used to really being used again so of course they ache. Needless to say, I slept like a rock. I'd also driven here all night and stayed awake to work. Safe to say my schedule is probably well fixed and or will be in no time.

And at the end of the day, everything was interesting and I wasn't bored or depressed! Really the worst of it was being exhausted and extremely annoyed that I have to mask. But you know what, fuck it. I'll just treat this place like a work environment and they'll get to believe whatever of me because these things stay out of work for us anyway. Masking sucks, it does, but at the end of the day, we have each other.

#tw; syscourse #open journal #obake speaks #day 104 #osdd system #mixed origin system

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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We placed the lawsuit on stan right in the hands of the judge. He's smirked and asked why I did that and I said I don't want to lose it it's very important to us. And said how am I going to lose it and you read it and said okay and it said Chris ackerly versus John remillard and that's what we filed for the town, last week and we won the case not yet. That case is up for a second hearing in about 2 hours and I'm not telling the truth again it's up for hearing in it is the third hearing today at about 9:00 a.m. and he missed it John remillard now he goes to jail for real a warrant was issued and when the issue the warrant they noticed that he's not in prison cuz they do a check. And they put an APb out on him. And he woke up this morning around 9:30 or 10:00:00 and went outside and started arguing with Terry cheesman was saying you told on me you landed on me ratted on me now you let me sleep through the court thing and he's going I didn't let you sleep through the court thing I said Don't wake me up and he came out and he was serious is he heard it on the radio there's an APB out of him. For missing the court date. And he knew about it and he knew who it was and he slept through it on purpose which is true and he's doing some sort of theatrics and he left and he knows it's against him and he saw you're here and he couldn't get it and think someone else is doing it of course. And he was peering inside about 5 ft away just as he was going to look a little closer she said what are you doing and it was Terry cheesman he just pulled up and it was weird timing. Now he's in trouble he's going to court no he's on the run literally he left town. Well people say that and he's still next door that's what's going on so he can't stand it, so we're going to have to arrest him shortly and a lot of people know about it now people will think that it's that

But everyone involved knows it's the court and they are seeking him here they do see him here and they're going to try and grab him here

There's a lot of people who can't stand them and they hate their act and her son says that's how he gets back into Russia is through Ukraine, so that's what he's up to it for. There's a huge number of people who hate Putin and they heard that and they said we saw him do it once tries again hes dead.

Now they go outside and argue a lot and he doesn't really need to have him there so we're going to stop them and get some the hell out

It was his third try today and there is an APB and we think that he doesn't know it's there and we also think he probably wouldn't care about it but he should because he missed the court date and if he dies our son gets the stuff. He gets awarded the stuff anyways and the court did award him the proceeds requested they were asking the court to deliver it and they're going to get back to us sometime today. And we also filed the case against Stan, and we included what he wants to go on today a fiasco I was calling that no I called it what it is forced labor. And people are now calling this a ridiculous place as it is but that's no way out. Now there's about 10,000 people listening no there are millions of people interested in this case and we found it this morning after John remillard didn't show up and the judge said I'm going to hang on to this cuz we put it in his hands and he knows why we do that and he said I don't like this guy either and we sued and they accepted the case, and there's a hearing except for tomorrow and he's going to be getting a notice to appear today from the court. And they may actually get him the proceeds from this because they want stand to see it and to mess around with him to take his stuff and to eliminate him as an excuse. The proceeds however would be to own apartment complex he's in and for other monies so he would probably evict the two adjacent to him, and there is a law that says if there's a new owner you can evict the people there. A whole bunch of idiots are chiming in.

It's more to the lawsuit please left there we are suing for a lot of money for what he's been doing and what it's done and they did accept it and there is a hearing set for today not tomorrow and it's at 2:00 p.m. and he can't miss it and there's a reason why there's only one chance and it's because we filed criminal charges with it and he has to answer them I'm sticking away and if he doesn't show up he loses and the issue warrants and we think that's what's happening because he will run and he'll try and go to the death Star and to hit people who are after him quite a bit and to hit the court

Bitol and Goddess Wife

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worstloki · 4 years

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Can I just say that the whole ‘Loki f*cking the Grandmaster to get to the top’ always made me super uncomfortable, and I legit thought I was crazy for being the only person (that I knew) that thought Loki was clearly weirded out by the whole situation because everyone else thought he was??? But then I found you and your blog and tags made me feel so relieved because... idk that’s just not some he would really do. He’s extremely intelligent. Pretty sure boi could think of another plan besides sleeping around. Any ways thank you for having such an awesome blog, you are most definitely one of my favorites 😌😌😁

oh no that entire situation is definitely messed up and fandom just has a thing for romanticizing abusive relationships which needs to go down

if it makes you uncomfortable it’s most assuredly a good thing which means you’re observant and can pick up on red flags; and apart from that it is most certainly an inconsistency in his characterization anyways

and no worries! I’m honoured you’re liking my blog!

#loki is already a character that struggles with agency and the end of his arc should've been a self reclamation of it #ragnarok had a lot of inconsistencies but the fact that such a large portion of the fandom thinks loki/grandmaster is canon is... worrisome #the concept of loki showing up and adapting to the situation by sleeping his way to the top is hilarious #but only because it implies loki chose to do that #what we see in canon is loki being pressurized by the grandmaster who is generally being a creep #it's made a whole lot worse when loki is clearly uncomfortable and the grandmaster is still there all >:) ing at him #if Loki was literally any other character people wouldn't have done this #if you replace Loki with any female character the Grandmaster's behaviour instantly becomes ''worse''#and keep in mind that no one shipped Valkyrie and the Grandmaster despite her being heavily implied to have been in previous relationships #she's been there for MILLENNIA and there's the cheek pat and Grandmaster saying he likes her and she's his favourite or whatever #not to mention she knows which ships are for orgies and stuff???#WHO of the two of them is more likely to have been involved with him???#of what we've seen Loki barely even drinks (which is completely in character for him! good for him!)#Loki STOLE the codes for the Grandmasters ships while VALKYRIE knew what the ship was for and HOW TO FLY THE THING #seriously #the only way Grandmaster and Loki was working out was if it was abusive #I see the interpretation that the GM was TRYING to get in his pants and Loki wasn't letting him as way more canon compliant #either that or the GM is just a touchy person who doesn't respect personal boundaries which is still really weird and low-key harassment #VALKYRIE was the one fully accustomed to Sakaarian culture with the deleted scene with tentacle food and whatnot #if we're really here to argue on who else is more likely to have slept with the Grandmaster can I suggest the HULK?? he was there longer too #everyone picks on Loki because he made his way to a powerful position and people think he's useless because marvel nerfs him constantly #of course people jump to ''oh he got there in only 2 weeks through dodgy means'' when they believe Thor's prison speech was true #the Grandmaster called thor SEXY are we just not going to mention THAT????#the dude was flirting with E V E R Y O N E #why do people gotta pick on Loki when he's shown less than ZERO interest

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thespineoftherighteous · 3 years

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David 'dad' Wymack things

"how did you get into my house?" (said in varying levels of pitch, at various times of the night)

"why did you get into my house?"

"yes you can spend the night" or alternatively : "please, make yourself at home" said sarcastically after child has already made themselves at home

not paying attention to the foxes conversation until he realizes that he was just used as an example of bad fashion choices by the team for Neil ("what's wrong with this shirt?" "er-nothing coach. it's just...not Neil's style")

having a record player in his office and getting made fun of for his music taste

"the kids"

"coach do you like my new haircut?" "hm?" "my hair?" "what about it?" "it's new" *stares hard* "yeah...yeah it's very pretty"

being caught off guard in the midst of a speech by one of their comments that was actually funny and breaking character

on that note- finding out that it's something of a game between them to get him to break whenever they can

"for the last time guys, no we cannot change the team color. yes i asked, multiple times, yes i know it messes with your 'aesthetic', it does mine too, no there's no one else I can talk to"

*stumbles through three other names before he gets the person he's actually trying to talk to*

"coach we brought you those chocolates you like" "really? i- no we're not cancelling practice today, nice try. go get ready. leave the chocolate"

*examines kid closely* "are you high?" "no coach" "your eyes are bloodshot" "yes coach" "...why are they bloodshot?" "long story short, it's exams season and i haven't slept in nearly sixty hours" "minYARD-"

hearing one of the kids casually mention something that happened to them when they were younger or catching a glimpse of scars he had forgotten about and remembering just who they are and what they've gone through and getting angry all over again

*furrows brows*

dressing up for sports banquet and getting "coach? is that really you?" from the boys and "aww coach you look so nice" from Dan and Renee and *stands up, walks over to him, straightens his tie, brushes off his shoulders, wipes away a pretend tear, fake whispers an "I'm so proud"* from Allison. every single time

"[FIRSTNAME MIDDLENAME LASTNAME]

holding his breath every time one of the kids doesn't get up right away after getting knocked down on court

worrying about them 25/7 but keeping his distance because he never wants to overstep (and asking Abby or bee to make sure one of them is okay instead, if he feels like something is wrong)

"DO I NEED TO SEPARATE YOU TWO?"

recognizing more pop culture references than he'd ever think himself able to, thanks to one Nicky Hemmick

"coach when you were younger did you have..." "how fucking old do you think i am?"

but still uses "back in my day" stories and just gets blank looks and polite nods back

*to himself while the monsters are arguing furiously* "i thought they spoke Spanish..."

"hey coach so i was wondering-" "get your ass back on court"

also literally just "get your ass" for everything: "get your asses showered and on the bus in half an hour" "get your ass out of my office" "stop bleeding all over me and get your ass to abby now"

getting offended by the increasingly transparent attempts at bribery

so. goddamn. many. #1 dad/coach gag gifts (he keeps them all)

"above my pay grade above my pay grade above my pay grade above my pay grade above my-"

additionally: *sees some kind of conflict* *turns around quickly* "not my problem not my problem not my problem not my problem not- oh fucking hell"

visibly thawing whenever he sees the kids bonding or having each others backs at banquets or getting over something or just showing any signs of healing

pacing in front of Abbyy for half an hour while ranting either about the kids or for the kids or on their behalf

"hey you, YOU. come here. how do I take a...a screenshot on this thing?"

replaying "that is enough" and every moment like it that came after in his head

pretending to have a frozen heart but tearing up out of pride on so many occasions: every graduation, giving Neil a side-hug and realizing after how far he came, seeing Neil and Kevin's faces the first time they have a proper holiday, watching Kevin walk out with his queen tattoo for the first time, seeing all the foxes packed together in the lounge freshly showered and exhausted but quietly brimming with happiness and pride after winning at the end of tkm, etc, etc, etc. and, whenever he gets caught: "aw coach you do care, you're a sap" *aggressively wipes face* "shut your bitch ass up, you terror"

*gruff voice* I'm proud of you, kid

*choked up* thanks Coach

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scmg11 · 2 years

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HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

PERSONAL TRAINER AU (PART 8)

A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! We're nearing the end with the personal trainer AU fanfic! Next chapter will be the last one and there will be smut! 😉

Anyway, tell me what you guys think! If you want to request something remember my ask box is always open!

Sending love ❤️

Summary: Y/N tells Hailee her part of the story.

Warnings: cuteness overload.

Word count: 3438 words.

"What do you mean none?" Hailee asked curiously, her eyebrows furrowed together in a cute expression, looking at the girl with a pinch of hope in her stomach.

"It means just that. I haven’t slept with anyone since that Friday night. It was like my entire body couldn’t physically do that. I tried to sleep with people, I’m not gonna lie." Hailee’s heart clenched at that but tried not to let it show. The soft kiss that Y/N laid on her lips told her she didn’t do a great job. "But I would stop before we could go there."

"I saw you multiple times making out with strangers."

"Yeah, I was trying to get over you, but it was just kissing. After trying a couple of times to have sex with different people and my heart and head prevented me to, I stopped. I thought that maybe kissing random people would’ve helped me to get over you. It didn’t work out tho." Y/N revealed, scratching the back of her neck abashedly.

Hailee rolled her head back and groaned out loud at Y/N’s words, "please the ‘to get over someone you have to get under someone else’ is just full of bullshit!"

"Believe me, I know now. It’s just-" Hailee saw uncertainty into Y/N’s eyes and softened her expression, grasping the girl’s face between her hands and kissed her gently.

"I can see there‘s something more you’re struggling to voice out. It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just know I’m here no matter what."

"How can you be the most understanding, generous and overall perfect human being on earth?" Y/N told her with an amazed expression on her face and awe swimming through her Y/H/C irises.

Hailee blushed furiously at those words and covered it by pecking the girl’s lips once more, pulling away just an inch to whisper on her mouth, "because I’m the luckiest girl in the universe to have you in my life."

Y/N felt a crimson color dusting on her cheeks, so she covered it up with a loud, amused snort, "okay that was the most charming but also the cheesiest phrase I’ve ever heard, Steinfeld."

Hailee’s face became impossibly red but she couldn’t help but laugh along Y/N at the words that just came out of her mouth, "I was trying to sweep you off your feet, you ass!"

"Babe, you sweep me off my feet with just that pretty smile of yours."

"Who’s the cheesy one now, hm?"

Y/N decided to not reply to that, knowing Hailee had a point and she couldn’t argue with that, so she just distracted the actress by joining their lips in a deep kiss, swiping her tongue on the brunette’s bottom lips to ask for entrance, Hailee opened her mouth soon after to grant her access, a soft moan escaping from her throat when she felt their tongues sliding together in a passionate kiss, moving their heads to the side to switch angles from time to time to kiss each other more deeply. When air became necessary, they pulled away, laying their foreheads together and staring into each other’s eyes intensely, smiling shyly at one another and just reveling into the feeling of finally being able to do that without alcohol in their systems.

"I… as you know, three years ago my ex-boyfriend cheated on me."

"Ugh, don’t remind me. I want to punch that asshole in the face so bad!"

"I already got that covered, don’t worry!" Y/N winked while letting out a soft chuckle at Hailee being overprotective, "but that thing fucked me up, really bad, to a point where I had really bad trust issues. So I stopped dating. Every time I tried it I felt like I was overthinking everything too much, worrying about them cheating on me even if it would never happen. So I chose the easy way. One night stands." Hailee figured that out when she saw the girl in clubs with someone new every single time, but she never guessed the reason behind it. "I never slept with someone twice. That way I couldn’t get attached to anyone and no one could’ve hurt me. But then…" Y/N paused for a moment, staring into Hailee’s brown eyes deeply, smiling softly and sighing quietly, placing a kiss on her lips before pulling away. "You came into the picture. At first we were just friends and I really liked spending time with you, but every time we would spend time together I felt something inside me, something that I was trying to repress for a very long time. And I didn’t want to feel that, but at the same time I did." Y/N felt her eyes prickle with tears and Hailee nuzzled their noses together gently, conveying comfort and affection, caressing the back of her neck softly, feeling shivers form at her touch and smiling inwardly at the sensation.

"You don’t have to tell me everything if you’re not ready Y/N."

"No I want to. It’s just… y’know difficult… releasing all these feelings all at once when you’ve repressed them for more than three years." She chuckled and shook her head to get rid of her tears, "anyway, you broke through my walls like they weren’t solid at all. I spent years building them thick and uncrackable, but you you destroyed them in a second. And I’m so glad you did! I knew sleeping around wasn’t healthy, like at all. But it became my reality and I didn’t know how to stop. I knew I was falling for you when I was having sex with a hot brunette and moaned your name instead of hers."

"Oh my god." Hailee laughed loudly at that, causing Y/N to giggle alongside her, "did you really do that?" Y/N nodded, biting her bottom lip embarrassed and Hailee really wanted to replace her teeth with hers. Realizing she now could just do that, she did. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around Y/N’s bottom lip, sucking on it a few seconds before biting on it and pulling away, staring at Y/N, whose eyes were darker and her breath was shallower. "How did she react?"

Y/N had to blink a few times to get out of the steamy haze Hailee’s gesture threw her in, shaking her head to get rid of the images that followed and threw a dirty look at Hailee, "Haiz, do not do that ever again."

Hailee tried to suppress her smirk by biting on her bottom lip and looking at Y/N with an innocent look on her face, "do what?"

"Don’t play dumb with me, popstar. We were having a deep conversation and biting my lip like that makes me think about things that do not involve talking. Screaming maybe, but definitely not talking."

Hailee’s face fell at that and gulped loudly, her mouth suddenly dry, all her fluids traveling down into her center. "Fuck."

"Maybe later." Y/N wrapped her lips around Hailee’s one in a passionate kiss, pulling away when she felt Hailee push deeper into her mouth with her tongue, smirking at the whine that escaped the singer’s mouth and pecking her lips sweetly. "I still dream about our night." Y/N pulled away gently to confess that words in a soft whisper on the brunette’s mouth and Hailee’s body reacted immediately with her temperature raising up sharply and her center pulsating at the memory. "But as I was saying, luckily she was enough drunk to not hear me moan out your name, but I wasn’t, so that haunted me for a week before coming to terms that I was crushing on you, hard."

"It was before or after our night together?" Hailee in a strained voice, her mind still trying to pull itself out of the gutter and erasing the images of their night together but at the same time wanting to know the whole story.

"Before. Three weeks before our night to be exact. And believe me they were a nightmare."

"Why?" Hailee asked nervously, looking down self-consciously.

"Hey, no. Not like that." Y/N put her hand under Hailee’s chin and lifted it to let them to look into each other’s eyes, "those three weeks were like my personal living hell because I wanted to make a move on you. But because I didn’t know if you were into me, or into girls at all, I controlled myself. Even if it was hard. And believe me it was. You’re just too cute, in everything you do and it was really difficult for me to not kiss you."

"It was the same for me. I came to terms I may wasn’t completely straight after developing a crush on you. And trust me, when I realized it, I wanted to jump on your bones every time you would just smile or stare at me."

"We’re just two oblivious dummies."

"Yup."

"Anyway, remember when we went to that pizza place?"

"Oh yeah, that lovely restaurant with Frank and Maria."

"Yup, that’s it. I’ll tell you a secret. I know you saw me talk to them at the counter while they were eyeing you incredulously." Hailee nodded shyly at being caught but let Y/N continue, "well, it was because I never took anyone there."

"What?" Hailee asked in disbelief, staring at Y/N like she just grew two heads.

"It was a special place that I found during an horrible night. I kept it away from anyone, not even my family and friends know about that place. But you are that special to me Haiz." Hailee felt a few tears escape her eyes at Y/N’s honest words, while her heart swelled from too much affection she have for this girl. "Like I said, two weeks before that unofficial date, I accepted the fact that I was falling for you so I just thought I was ready. Ready to open my heart to you."

"It’s just- thank you." Hailee leaned over to kiss Y/N softly, both letting their smiles to interrupt the kiss, their joy too much to suppress it. "But wait… why did you run away after we slept together?"

"Honestly?" Hailee nodded at Y/N’s question and waited for her answer, "because I am dumb as shit."

Hailee snorted and mocked Y/N, "can’t argue with that! HEY!" Hailee rubbed her shoulder when Y/N slapped it softly with an unimpressed smile, but the mirth in her eyes gave her away.

Hailee chuckled at Y/N, who shook her head amused, "our night was the best night I ever had. You were so loving, you made me feel loved. Something I haven’t felt in a very long time, not romantically at least. I ran because my stupid mind started overthinking. I woke up early after our night and I watched you sleep-" When Hailee snorted and mumbled ‘creep’ to light up their deep conversation, Y/N shook her head with a fond smile and smacked the singer’s stomach softly, causing a soft giggle to fall out of the singer’s lips, "I was admiring your perfect features and I was thinking at how fast I was falling for you and then my mind went spiraling with thoughts like ‘she just slept with you because she wanted a good night of sex’ or ‘what can assure you she won’t cheat on you when, if you start dating?’, so I ran away. And I couldn’t face you because I knew that if you just had looked at me, I would have given myself to you unconditionally." Hailee smiled softly at her words and pecked her lips.

"You could’ve done just that. I would have cherished your heart, I would have treated you the way you deserve to be treated, like the most important person in this universe." Hailee told her honestly and now it was Y/N’s turn to let a few tears fall down her face. Hailee was quick to move, kissing the tears away before wrapping her lips around Y/N’s plump ones in a passionate kiss.

"I was stupid. I got back to my old ways and tried to sleep with someone. I went into a club and made out with a very attractive brunette, but when she asked me to fuck her into a bathroom stall-"

"Classy." Hailee quipped to get rid of the jealousy swimming through her stomach but it quickly dissipated when Y/N snorted cutely at the word.

"But I just froze and told her I couldn’t. And I continued like that until last night, when I saw you with Ella. After watching you two together I realized I couldn’t lie to myself anymore, that I couldn’t escape what I was, I am feeling for you and that all those people I tried to sleep with but never went past a make-out session, would have never replaced you."

Hailee’s heart rate skyrocketed at those words and leaned down to kiss Y/N softly, but a memory came back into her mind, her blood boiling over with jealousy, "wait, but I saw you… uhm… using your fingers on that girl into the hallway of that bar."

"What did you saw exactly?" Y/N asked with a fond but amused smile, noticing Hailee’s obvious jealousy and finding it really cute but at the same time hot.

"You had your hand under her skirt. It left nothing to the imagination."

"It was under her skirt, yes, but it was just on her thigh. I physically couldn’t go further than that. And seeing you there, staring at me with hurt and hatred? It shattered my heart and I felt like a shit. So I told her I was going home without her and left her there." Y/N shrugged and stared deeply into Hailee’s eyes, conveying how sorry she was, "she even slapped me!" Y/N tried to light up the mood and let a bright grin take over her face when she heard Hailee laugh loudly at that.

"You deserved it!"

"Can’t argue with that!" Y/N chuckled alongside Hailee and shook her head, letting their laughing to subside before grasping softly Hailee’s face while caressing her cheeks, her Y/E/C eyes meeting Hailee’s brown ones, a guilty, sad expression on her features, "I’m really sorry Hailee. I’m sorry for putting you through so much pain. And it was all because of me."

Hailee shook her head and grabbed Y/N’s face too, shaking her head gently, her hands traveling up from her cheeks and combing into her hair and pulling on the gently to lean their foreheads together, "no, don’t say that. You put yourself through the same pain. I would have done the same thing. You were hurt, you were hesitant after having your heart broken. Don’t apologize only to me. Apologize to yourself too."

"Hailee, fuck. You’re just- so perfect." Y/N’s tears came back and the girl did what her heart was screaming at her to do, she kissed her hard, pushing their lips together roughly in a passionate, full of emotions, kiss.

"You’re not so bad yourself Y/L/N." Hailee quipped after pulling away from the dazzling and intoxicating kiss, causing giggles to leave both their now red and kiss-swollen lips.

"Did you not notice that every girl I tried to get laid to was a brunette?" Y/N asked out of the blue after pulling away from the umpteenth kiss, smiling dumbly at her.

Hailee furrowed her eyebrows together and stared at Y/N perplexed, "what?"

"The girls I was trying to have sex with to get over you you saw me with, were all brunettes. I subconsciously searched you in them. But no one will ever be you, Hailee Steinfeld."

Hailee was stunned to say the least at that revelation and her stomach exploded in million butterflies flying around like crazy, "Y/N Y/L/N you’re the most perfect human being I’ve ever had the privilege to get to know." And with that she surged forward and kissed Y/N deeply, her tongue invading Y/N’s mouth greedily, both moaning loudly at the sensation while their hands grasped their bodies to flush them together, standing impossibly closer to each other, desperately needing to feel the other close.

Hailee heard a knock on her door later that day. She just got out of the shower, Y/N taking her place after her. They just finished their workout. After talking about everything, and after some needed steamy kisses, they continued their daily workout and sparred before agreeing to have a soft date here at Hailee’s apartment since it was Saturday and Y/N didn’t have to go to the gym today, since she hadn’t any class on Saturday.

"Hey Griff." Hailee smiled brightly at her brother and let him in. Once the door was shut closed behind him, Hailee launched herself into her brother’s arms and hugged him tightly.

"Wow sis, I missed you two. Y’know it’s only been 12 hours since we last saw each other!" Griffin mocked his sister in a feigned shocked tone but hugged her back with just as much affection nonetheless. "I see you’re in a better mood today. I’m happy Ella and Anna helped you in getting your mind off Y/N."

"Well actually… about that…" Hailee blushed hard while pulling away from their embrace and avoided her brother’s inquisitive stare, who was trying to meet her eyes in search of answers at her sister’s elusive behavior.

In that moment Y/N decided to walk down the stairs, with her hair wet and wearing Hailee’s clothes. If Griffin wasn’t there, the singer was sure she would’ve jumped on Y/N’s bones after laying her eyes on the perfect sight the personal trainer was wearing her clothes and looking so cozy. "I borrowed some of your clothes Haiz, since I didn’t have anything else to change into here. I’m sure you would’ve loved nothing more than for me to walk around naked, but it would have been in…appropriate." Y/N finished her sentence with the last words spoken in a slow drawl when her eyes settled on the two siblings staring at her, a pair of brown eyes widened in fear, the other pair looking at her smugly but with a protective fire Y/N wasn’t ready to face, at all.

Griffin smirked and lifted his right eyebrow up, "Y/N, nice to see you again."

"Griffin, hi. How are you?"

"I’m good." He simply replied and fell quiet, his eyes switching from the personal trainer to her sister with amusement swimming in them and Hailee closed her eyes in anticipation, knowing really well her brother will definitely throw a joke to embarrass her. "I just came to ask Hailee something, but it can wait. I didn’t want to interrupt your… activities." Here we go.

"Griff." Hailee growled between her gritted teeth and her brother stared her down with an innocent look but she could read past that ingenious smile, so she wasn’t buying it. In the meantime Y/N stayed quiet and frozen on her spot, afraid Hailee’s brother would give her a piece of his mind after the shitty way she treated his sister - she knew she deserved that and he had every right to hate her and to punch her in the face for how she treated her sister, she would even ask him to do it over and over again, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid of him-… But he didn’t, he just walked closer to her and hugged her goodbye.

Y/N was in the middle of sighing out in relief when he whispered into her ear, "if you hurt my sister more than you already have, I’ll hunt you down."

He pulled away slightly to stare her in her Y/E/C eyes and Y/N gulped loudly, her eyes widening in fear but shook her head despite her panic, "I won’t. It wasn’t my intention hurting her in the first place. If it helps, I hurt myself in the process too."

"Griff, we talked about it. It’s okay. She explained her reasons to behave that way."

Griffin pulled away completely from Y/N and patted her shoulder softly, smiling at her warmly and nodding in understanding, "I’m happy to hear that. I can see she is really sorry. I trust her. Don’t make me lose that trust in you." He looked at Y/N seriously and the girl nodded in understanding. Griffin nodded satisfied and bid the two of them goodbye, before walking towards Hailee to hug her tightly then walking out of his sister’s house.

Once the door closed behind him, both girls met their eyes and smiled shyly at one another. Hailee was the first to spoke up, "shall we begin our first official date?" Y/N nodded enthusiastically and bounced towards Hailee.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry XIX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, violence, attempted assault, some elements untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The reader finds herself at an impasse.

Note: Things are heating up and we're starting to go full force over here <3

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

Days passed in idle anticipation. You kept Elina locked up with you and she grew more restless by the hour. When Lord Zemo came at night, she was happier but your sense of dread and impatience only grew. When the retinue arrived, you only wanted them to leave, but knowing who was roaming just floors below, you were anxious to strike first.

The baron was ever the voice of sense. Zemo was no beacon of morality, you knew that, but his honesty made him respectable. You considered how blatant he was in his intentions as compared to those other noblemen who painted their bad deeds as gifts. Perhaps he wasn’t entirely trustworthy but he didn’t trying to make you think otherwise.

You did your best to keep your daughter occupied with her many toys and quiet songs hummed out of tune. You bounced her on your hip as best you could with your cane in your other hand and crawled around with her like a dog. She was only calm when she slept as she longed for the sunlight that taunted her through the window.

You began to wonder how long the men would stay; how long you would be expected to stay hidden. Zemo mentioned vengeance and you dreamt of it every night. It was the only thing that kept you from quaking in fear and panic.

Tess brought your dinner and you placed it on the low table and sat on the floor with Elina and ate. You gave her tiny morsels to chew on or toss back at you. She was an energetic kid, stubborn and strong, and seemed to find fun in even the most dull tasks. You hoped she would grow up to be happier than you. Surely, she’d be more bold and more blessed.

As you chewed on some chicken, you heard that familiar knock on the door. Tess always gave a tiny tap and called through the wood but Zemo always gave that rhythmic beating. It was the latter, he was early that day. It made you worry as you left Elina to squeeze a piece of sweet potato and stood with your can dug into the wood.

You crossed to the door and turned the latch slowly. You opened the door and leaned heavily on the wooden stick, “well, you are earl--” your voice hung in the air as you stared at the familiar face, though it wasn’t Zemo.

You pushed the door but the man caught it and kept it two inches from the frame as he came closer. Peter’s hand trembled as he clung to the wood and gaped at you. He shook his head and blinked dumbly. The two years had given his face character and his shoulders a little more width.

“You’re alive?” he breathed.

“You can’t-- you have to go,” you pushed the door with a grunt, “please, go.”

“I thought… I thought you were dead,” he croaked, “I thought I--”

“Go away. Please!” you begged, “I can’t talk to you.”

“Or you won’t talk to me?” he challenged as he shoved his foot between the door and the frame, “how--”

“How did you find me?” you gasped.

He lowered his eyes and guiltily and clamped his lips shut. He sniffed and looked at you again, “I thought Zemo was hiding something from us. I followed him last night and listened… I couldn’t hear anything, I only saw him come here and knock.”

“No one else can know,” you said, “you can’t-- please go and don’t tell anyone.”

“I wouldn’t but-- I want to talk to you,” he insisted.

“You can’t. It’s too dangerous,” you argued, “you must go. If Zemo discovers you--”

“I don’t care if he does. Don’t you understand, I--I-- I thought I killed you.”

You were silent as you stared into his face. You saw the pain in his eyes, the shock laced with relief. But it was all tinted with the guilt he’d carried since that day. The false guilt you’d given him.

“I’m sorry, Peter, it was the only way out--”

“My aunt cried everyday for you and she never let me forget what you said to me. I never could forget,” he hissed.

“I know, but you have to--” Elina made a noise as she came over and clung to your leg, smearing food down your skirt. Peter looked at her and his lips parted in surprise, “no one can know about her.”

He nodded and gulped. He looked up and down the corridor. “I wouldn’t tell but I can’t go until we talk, I…” his voice cracked, “I need to tell you I was wrong. I lied.”

“El,” you bent to wipe her face and lifted her, “please, stay here,” you bid Peter as you turned and hobbled across the room.

You placed her in her cot, thought she only began to fuss, but you shoved a stuffed caribou into her hands and left her to poke its eyes. You went back to the door and found Peter staring at your cane.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, “that’s my fault,” he nodded to the cane, “and that,” he looked to the scar down your face, “I saw it. I tried to follow you that day but I wasn’t fast enough and you were--”

“No, it wasn’t you. I said it was because I could. I couldn’t tell the man who made me do this so I told you instead. That was unfair and unkind,” you blinked away tears, “and I hurt more than just myself.”

He mulled your words and picked at his sleeve. He dressed finer than the last you’d met, “I didn’t mean what I said to Barnes. You were sweet to me and my aunt told me what you were, he told me you were worse, but I didn’t truly care. I only knew he was hurting you and I was making that worse so I thought if I stayed away, he’d stop.”

“No one can stop him. No one. Those men, they cannot be stopped. They are evil in the flesh, they are borne to greed and cruelty. They only see what they can get, not what they can give because they won’t ever be denied--”

You heard a clamor, the pounding of footsteps from the stairway, and the frantic breathing of whoever was approaching. You opened the door further and pulled Peter inside. You shut the door and leaned against it with him as you listened and watched through the crack.

“Away, away,” you heard Melinda’s airy pleas as she swept past your door, “please, sir, away!”

“I just want to play a little game,” the deep voice made your blood curdle then the realisation of what he was doing made it boil even hotter. You gripped your cane as Peter frowned at you, “come here, pet, I don’t bite.”

Melinda squeaked as Lord Rogers’ footsteps slowed and you heard the struggle that followed. The muffled collision of her body against the wall, the small girl’s broken breath as it was knocked from her, and his lewd growl as he pounced.

You pushed Peter away from you and tore open the door. They were closer than you thought. Just against the wall opposite your room. Lord Rogers’ body shielded the girl’s body almost entirely. You raised your cane without a second thought and brought it down on his shoulders.

As he exclaimed and staggered, you hit him again, the time in the back of the head. You swooped your cane down and banged his knees so that he fell onto the stone. You hit him again in the side as he wheezed and you stood over him.

“Bastard! Bastard!” you hit him as the young maid and the other lord watched in shock, “how dare you? You beast!”

Peter grabbed your arm and stopped you as Rogers rolled onto his back and coughed. He groaned as he reached to his head and you were pulled away from him. You struggled with Peter as you wanted badly to hit him again.

“Melinda,” you said as you struggled, “go fetch the baron. Now!”

She skittered off like a mouse, careful to tiptoe around Rogers as he sat up and gripped his right shoulder where you’d hit him. He chuckled as he looked up at you. He grinned beneath the trickle of blood on his lips.

“Oh, well, what a treat this is,” he mocked, “the whore lives.”

“You’re vile,” you snarled, “I should bash you like the snake you are.”

“Parker,” he spoke to the man at your side, “hold her for me.” He grunted as he pushed himself up and stumbled a little on his feet, “let us remind her of who she is… oh, Barnes might come out of his rooms for this.”

He reached to his belt but Peter let you go. You looked over at him and he crossed his arms and shrugged. You gripped your cane tight and swung it again. The strike caught Lord Rogers across his chin and the next in the tender flesh of his side. You jabbed his chest so he was again on his back but he could barely get his arms up to keep away the storm of blows.

When he was limp and prone before you, you slowly lowered the cane. You quivered as you stared down at what you’d done. His breaths came in rattles. You leaned on your right leg as your left shook and you lifted the carefully carved stick.

You pulled the silver topper until it dislodged and revealed the long silver blade. Peter caught your wrist as you raised the dagger.

“Don’t, it’ll change you. It’ll make you as bad as him,” he whispered.

You looked at him and your hand shook. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks and you heard Elina murmuring, louder and louder as she wondered where you were. You sheathed the knife and plunked your cane down on the stone.

Footsteps drew you back to the end of the corridor as Zemo appeared from the stairwell. His face dropped as he saw you standing over Rogers. He took a breath but did not look angry.

“Well, I did hope to delay this a little longer,” he said as he approached, “but that Rogers was ever the petulant pest.”

“I’m sorry, he--”

“Oh, I can guess at it,” he nodded to Melinda as she followed meekly behind him, “I’d have done it myself if I had the displeasure of witnessing his lechery.” He came up to Peter and stopped, “but I will do what I must.”

“He won’t hurt us,” you said, “Peter… isn’t like them.”

“But he is loyal to his kingdom,” he pointed at Peter’s chest harshly.

“I am a viscount. Not a duke or earl even. I serve men like that on the floor because I have to, not because I want to,” Peter countered, “I have no lealty to the men who leave women like this.” He looked at you and bowed his head, “but I will admit I am not innocent of it.”

Zemo looked at you and stilled your hand as it was still shaking. "Do you vouch for him, lady?"

"He is a good man. If anything, I have drawn him unjustly into this mess," you said, "I knew you wanted to wait longer--"

"No use in apologies," Zemo grasped your shoulder and squeezed, "this stalemate would not have lasted forever. I am not entirely unprepared."

Elina began to bawl and Zemo brushed past you. He returned with her in his arms, rocking her until she quieted. He cradled her cheek with a mournful gaze and his lips curved for just a moment.

"Be quick, we must leave before the moon. We will move the lord out of the corridor and be away before they can discover him," he said, "by the morning, the castle should be empty but for our foreign visitors and it will take them some time to return to their home with news of such catastrophe."

"Is he dead?" you asked as you looked at Rogers' boots.

"An ox like him? Not yet, just annoyingly on the precipice," Zemo replied, "if we're fortunate, he'll have some lingering detriment but we cannot kill him. That would be an unforgivable mistake."

You heard a grumble and a croaky chuckle. Zemo turned and you looked down on the dazed duke.

"That is a beautiful girl," Lord Rogers rasped, "looks like her father."

Zemo's pupils turned to pinpoints and he handed you Elina. He bent and knocked Rogers across the cheek so that his head bounced off the stone. The baron shook out his hand as he stood straight and his nostrils flared.

"Lord Parker, was it?" He looked to Peter, "help me move him. We haven't time to spare."

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healpeony · 3 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐈

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

Part 1

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Some of you guys asked and you shall receive! So here is part two!

Warnings; memories of sex, cussing, "cheating", slight choking, loss of virginity.

Gif not mine

Eren couldn't believe what y/n said, with Armin out of all the people inside the walls it was him that she decide to cheat on him with?

"Why him?" Eren asked his voice turning from the anger he felt, to a emotionless whisper

He felt so betrayed, he didn't think Armin out of all people would do that to him. Armin knew how strong his feelings for Y/n, he had no right to feel the way he was feeling after all he did, but he couldn't help feeling that way.

"It happened randomly, I didn't expect it to happen" y/n lied, putting on her clothes

"But you did choose to loss your virginity to him" Eren pointed out staring at her while she moved around the room putting her clothes on

"I did." Y/n said stopping her movements

She could remember everything from that night, it was so special, she felt so loved.

She didn't know how they ended up like this, her and Armin sharing longing kisses, they were just speaking about how hard everything is going, they were just trying to cope with everything, Eren leaving and so much more and they ended up in this situation

"I don't want to take advantage of you y/n" Armin had said, but he still didn't stop kissing her neck while moving her against his clothed cock

"It's ok Armin, I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable" she answered out of breath and moaning

Armin nodded, biting the flesh of her neck, while standing up grabbing her thighs, squeezing the firm and strong flesh.

He walked over to his bed, gently putting her down while kissing her soft lips, his hands went into her inner tights massaging the area causing more wetness to pool on between y/n legs.

"Armin.." she moaned, no words could describe how she was feeling right, she could knew that her inner thighs were a sensitive area of hers, but having someone else touching her there was just soo incredible and new to her "Please touch me more.." she begged

Armin teased her a by not complying right away, but eventually give him and cupped her cunt through her pants causing her to moan, not used to any person touching her in such an intimate manner and place.

"You're so sensitive aren't you?" Armin said, staring at her face while rubbing her through the fabric

Her face was flushed from both pleasure and embarrassment for reacting like that so easily, she bit her lip trying to keep the noises in.

Armin put his unoccupied hand around her neck , adding pleasure to both clit and neck "I want to hear those pretty noises"

"Are you thinking about him?" Eren asked pulling her out of the memories, standing up from the bed covering the hurt in his voice with an emotionless one

"No." Y/n said trying to make her voice firm

She wasn't so confused about her feelings, what she felt for Armin after that night was so special, something she felt when she spoke to Eren for the first time.

"Do you have feelings for him?" Eren came up behind her, grabbing her arms and turning her around forcefully "Just because he fucked your needy and virgin cunt? That good for nothing goody two shoes, did he even got you off or did you faked" he spoke out of jealousy, he didn't mean to speak of Armin like that, but he couldn't help it

She was surprised by the way he spoke to her, she thought that he only would speak to her like that during their intimate time "Watch your mouth!, I didn't fake anything. He showed affection for me! He was there for me.." she snapped at him glaring dagger into his eyes, her voice lowering into a whisper at the end because of the dangerous look in his eyes

"So you're saying that I didn't show you how much I love you?, You want to go at it again?" he questioned, his grip on her arms tightening

"What? No! What the fuck is wrong with you. You know it was a mistake, I-" she try to explain herself but she however was cut off by him

"A mistake?, Oh so you didn't feel anything?" he interrupted y/n, who was struggling against his hold

Her movements stopped as she remembers how she felt apart from pleasure during her time with Armin.

"It hurts" she said tears going down her cheeks as Armin continued to push in

"Shhhh, it's ok. The pain it's going to be over soon" he said a encouraging smile forming on his face

Y/n nodded at him, silence words telling him to continue which he did.

She felt like she was loved, Armin stroking her cheeks with affections while entering her, how gentle he was being. The hand wrapped softly but firmly around her throat, a reminder of who was in control of the what they were doing.

"Y/n.." he softly moaned, his cock all the way in now "I love you" he said before he started going in and out of her at a slow and deep pace

Her mind was filled with millions of questions, but she didn't ask them out loud and neither does she repeat his words back to him not knowing how to respond.

Had he always liked her?

"He had feelings for you" Eren said letting go of her arms "probably even before I did, he never said them though"

"Then if you knew, why did you asked me out?" y/n responded stroking her soon to be bruises arms

"I didn't know about his feelings for you until a while after I started to date you" Eren responded trustfully "I noticed how he gave us sad glances when he thought we weren't looking, or how he looked like he wanted to hit me when I yelled at you"

"I see your point, but that doesn't mean anything" y/n said continuing to put her boots on

"So he didn't say anything that night? Not even a 'I like you'?" Eren curiously asks

Y/n looked down before answering "He did"

"Well then what more prove do you want?, Don't you have enough?" Eren said rolling his eyes "Soo do you like him back?"

Y/n slowly look over at Eren seeing him staring straight at her too with a raised eyebrow.

"You like him." he concluded "ok"

"ok?, That's all you're going to say to me?" y/n asked

"Yes, he doesn't have much to live, so you would be unhappy anyways" Eren said casually

"So now you want me to be unhappy, just because I want someone else?" Y/n stated, not really questioning him

"Armin isn't just someone else, I grew up with him. He was one of my best friends, he really betrayed my trust by doing this"

"Oh so now you're saying we betrayed you when you have no right to say that about him!” y/n responded, pointing a finger at him with anger in her eyes “He killed people!, even though he felt guilty after it, and didn't even want to do it in the first place, he did it for you, for Mikasa, for me, for Paradise! He was always there for all of us and has always been the smart mind behind all our successful plans!”

Eren couldn't argue with her there, since he knew she was saying the truth. The way she spoke about Armin, and defended him hurt him more deeper than he had been. It was like she loved Armin.

“And if you think that defending him means I like him in any way other than platonic!, then guess what?! I probably do..” she continued saying

Eren's heart stopped beating at her words, no she couldn't, it was just one night with Armin, how could she like him all of the sudden, unless she had liked him before their one night stand.

“Since when do you feel different about him?” Eren's question came out as a whisper, but loud enough for her to hear him, he look at her in he eyes again

“Since we saw the ocean, while you were focused in the enemy, he was trying to make me happy with his laughs and his smart jokes” Y/n said softly, Eren could see a small smile forming on her beautiful face

“So why were you with me?” he asks

“I guess it was because I missed you, and I was Jealous of Armin speaking to her” she answered truthfully

“I was just a way to forget your pain?” Eren questioned

“Don't look at me acting all hurt, like you probably didn't just used me for your own pleasure” she said scoffing while rolling her eyes at him

“Leave” he turned around going into the bathroom

“Gladly” she said standing up and going straight out of the room

When Eren was sure she was far enough and wouldn't come back he broke down, hot wet tears rolling down his cheeks as he grabbed and pull at his own hair.

“Why?, I love her...” Eren said “I don't want to let her go” he said shaking his head

Upon arriving to her destiny, Y/n knocked on the door, the wood door was shortly opened bye a blue eyed, blonde haired boy.

“Hi” was the first thing the boy said while she throw herself into his arms crying into his shoulder

“I told him the truth Armin” she said

Armin didn't need to ask, because he knew who she was talking about.

“You did?” he asked caressing her hair

“Yes but..... I... I slept with him..” Y/n answered pulling away from the hug, feeling disgusted with herself

“It's ok, we're going to be ok. You, me and our baby” Armin said smiling softly while putting a hand on her stomach

“I hope that's true”

Second if you don't understand why she is denying her feelings for Armin and why she slept with Eren when she was in a relationship with with him here is why, she was afraid that Eren might do something to Armin, and the reason she slept with him was because she thought that he could possibly hurt her and end up hurt her baby as well.

Part 3

So there is few things I want to say, first sorry for any mistakes and the long wait.

And third, I might do a part 3, about the domestic life of Armin and y/n after all the shit goes down and the baby is born.

@cowbunnypop @46inpm @annieisyes @sofi-yeager you showed an interest so I figured you would like to be tagged.

#aot x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #aot oneshots #attack on titan #anime #aot #aot angst #aot fluff #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert #armin attack on titan #armin x you #armin arlert smut #armin x reader x eren #eren yeager x reader #eren angst #eren aot #eren yeager smut

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razrbladekiss · 3 years

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Tyrants | Chapter Four - Peril

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, drug use, Tig being Tig. The usual SOA shit. Sorry Donna..

She always saw the beauty in darkness. The lugubrious belle that came alongside the moon and stars and whatever else lurked amidst the murk of nighttime.

Isla was cliche in that sense.

She was cliche in the sense that she adored watching the sun set, swallowed by the mountains and high-rise buildings as the evening fell and Charming was painted black.

And maybe it was mostly melancholic because of the horrors that swathed that small town, but it was still beautiful nonetheless.

She still liked to bask in the scenery, to discern the marvel of her home, from the highest point she could access. And, sometimes, she liked to take somebody along with her so she wasn't completely alone.

"Why'd you still come up here?" Ope asked, pulling himself onto the roof as she sat with her back to the wall--puffing on a cigarette.

"Because it's quiet." She was content, comfortable with her response. "And whenever I'm looking for Jax, or Gem, or my dad--or they're looking for me--this is where we're almost always found. Just people watching, or reminiscing, or having a few minutes to ourselves away from the chaos downstairs."

It wasn't an unknown safe space--Gemma had told her that JT and Clay would climb up there during the earliest days of the club--but it was special.

Jax, Opie, and Isla spent time up there as kids, too. Because they were bastards and were always running from their fathers--and den mother--and the roof of the clubhouse was their go-to.

She never really got out of that habit. She'd spend hours up there if she could, just watching as Charming bustled beneath her. And she liked that it was separate to the garage, but everyone knew where to find her if they needed her.

"It clears your head, being up here." She added. "I have got so much shit going on right now--between work, and my personal life--but coming up here is like a refreshment, I guess."

Opie understood what she meant because he was also seeking comfort in the night. Riding through dusk, spending time alone on his bike as he cruised the streets of his quaint town, relishing in the darkness because it was strangely comforting to him.

He liked to be alone. His thoughts were brutal and they seared his brain left and fucking right, but he liked his own company.

"Wish I thought about comin' up here when I was released from holding." The man chuckled, balancing a cigarette between his lips. "Stahl grilled the fuck outta me."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She really fuckin' did." He added, grunting as smoke blew from his nostrils. "Did she get you? I know she got Gemma."

"Nope, she didn't. I don't know why, though. She interrogated everyone else. Starting to feel a little left out."

Opie chuckled, smiling a bit. "Be glad. It's obvious that she's used to getting what she wants."

"And did you give it to her?"

"Fuck no." Isla smiled. Proud. "She can cross-examine me all she fuckin' wants—I'll never sell the club out."

"They know that, Ope."

"I know." Half confidently, he nodded. "Just—Stahl made me second guess it all, y'know?"

Nobody in Charming--aside from the PD--knew where that despicable bitch came from, and nobody cared to ask.

What they did know, though, was that she had her heart set on making that town a living fucking hell as she strived to eradicate the Sons of Anarchy by getting to its members.

She'd grilled everyone she could've. She cornered Gemma when she was out running errands, leaving the grocery store with a sour taste in her mouth when Teller told her where to fucking shove it.

Same went for Jax, and Clay, and Chibs, and Tig, and...Well, all of them told her to get fucked, actually.

None of them caved. None of them wanted to sell the club out because there was no reason to.

Well, there was a reason to, but no desire to.

There'd been murders. Three, to be specific. And one of them just happened to be a police officer--which was quite unlucky, but it wasn't awful.

They hated cops.

What they hated more, however, was the idea of getting caught by them. And Clay was. Somehow, anyway.

Piney's old "friend"--Nate Meineke--needed quality, albeit illegal, guns with no traceability to attack the convoy that was transporting one of his friends from point A to point B. And it went as swimmingly as possible...

Until June Stahl was put on the case and found that idiot's phone at the scene after dropping it mid-ambush.

Clay just happened to be the last person he had called. Which then caused the investigation to point toward Charming.

They all knew the Sons were guilty of supplying those weapons. Who else would it have been? They were known for running illegal firearms without batch numbers from a quaint Californian town whose name didn't quite fit its image.

It was blatant, though nobody gave it up.

But Stahl tried her damndest to get answers. And when she didn't, she targeted the member that she saw to be the most vulnerable--after a hit went wrong and he failed to cover his tracks--and Opie just happened to be that guy.

She questioned him for hours. She practically held the man captive in that little cell until he caved. But he didn't--and he wasn't going to, either.

He was loyal. That's one of the reasons why Jax wanted to patch him back in.

"Yeah, I know." Isla got to her feet when she heard Tig yelling for her downstairs. "But you're the strongest guy I know, Ope. I don't think Stahl, of all people, is gonna get to you."

He shrugged her off, flicking the butt of his cigarette to the gravelly ground of the roof.

Opie had changed. Not much, and it wasn't very apparent, but he'd changed. Chino had changed him, she thought.

He was still dedicated to his club, still in love with the reaper and the responsibility that came with the patch--but Opie Winston lacked that flicker of enthusiasm now.

"How does your dad feel about you being back at the table?"

"Said he's proud of me."

He was a man of very, very few words. But the tone that he took--the sheer relief twined into contentment--spoke a greater volume.

Piney would always support his son, feel a sense of gratification from his involvement in the club. And, of course, Ope felt grateful to be back--but it was different now.

He'd served time for his club. Donna consistently argued that they sold him out and that he was fucking stupid for running back into the arms of SAMCRO.

But it was his brotherhood. The Sons of Anarchy were his family--his lifeline. He was nothing if not blessed to be patched back in.

"And I guess that wife of yours isn't too happy about it?"

"How'd you reach that conclusion?"

"Well," she ignored that Tig was waiting for her, standing directly in front of him. "If she was genuinely thrilled about you being back here, she'd have been coming to Gemma's dinners, and spending more time at the clubhouse with us. But she isn't, and I'm starting to realize that she probably hates me now."

His head shook. "She doesn't hate you. It's just...It's just raw. Weird being back, I think."

"She didn't even have to leave. She knows that."

Donna did know that. But there was always something about Gemma. About the way she let things slide so often, how she felt that she had Clay so pussy whipped that he'd be at her every beck and call--but, really, that was redundant. Because Gemma let him get away with fucking murder.

Literally.

"Is she gonna be there tonight?

"Of course. She wouldn't miss Jax's son coming home." He got up, reaching for her hands. "Sorry that she's been so distant with you, Isla. But she's just been stressed out--money worries and the kids and stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Donna wasn't traditionally a worrier. But five years worth of finances, being a single mom, and fretting over her husband potentially not making it out of prison alive, just did that to a woman.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so." Grateful for her offering, though recognizing how damn stubborn his wife was, he conceded. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime. And if you change your mind, or need me, you know where I am--"

"Isla!"

"He is getting on my last fucking nerve today." She groaned, flipping Tig off as she looked over the ledge. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!"

"I've given you plenty of minutes! Just get your ass down here!"

"Just go," Ope chuckled, leaning down to peck her cheek. "We can have this talk another time."

Isla turned back to him, frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Go 'n talk to him--I'll see you tonight."

He was such a nice guy. So considerate, kind.

She loved him a lot.

The flouncy sundress rose to the middle of her thighs as she sauntered through the clubhouse, hearing Trager talking--rather conspicuously, though slightly muffled--to somebody on his cell.

"C'mon, Tiggy. Why'd you yell at me?"

He waved his hand to shut her up, gesturing for the blonde to follow him out of the clubhouse and toward his bike.

"Yeah, cool. K, brother--see 'ya later. Bye." He hung up and slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, swiveling to face Isla with a smile. "You ready?"

"For what?"

"The party?" Tig told her, watching confusion sweep over her face. "I'm taking you over 'cuz you want a drink and don't wanna drive home after? And that you're probably gonna end up heading home with Juice, or something--"

"Juice?"

"It always happens," he shrugged, pointing at the helmet he set out for her at the back of his bike. "We all head out, you get too drunk, you take a liking to Juicy, and you try to ride his dick."

"What?" Isla got herself situated behind him as he got on first, her arms wound around his waist. "That was one time. I've only slept with him once, and I told you it'd never happen again."

"And why is that?"

Her cheeks flushed red, the engine revving sending vibrations through her entire frame.

"Because he was too gentle." Tig's foot collided with the kickstand.

"And the little Catholic girl likes it rough."

She felt the solid gold crucifix burning a hole into her chest.

"Yes. I like it rough." He groaned, leaning into her. She swatted at his chest over his shoulder, laughing heartily. "Just take me to see the baby, dickhead."

The bike sped out of the lot and Isla was loving the thrill of being on two wheels. She'd always liked being stuck to the back of somebody's Harley--but she'd never own one herself.

Isla was like Gemma. She felt stable enough riding with somebody, but riding alone--being in control of the motorcycle--was fucking terrifying.

Jax and Opie had encouraged her to take a ride at one point, but it didn't end very well, and Chibs spent the best part of two hours trying to stitch his daughter back up whilst Gemma castigated the two imbeciles who thought it was even reminiscent of a good idea.

Weaving through traffic gracefully, freely, was appealing to her, however. But she wouldn't be caught dead--alone--on a fucking bike.

Plus, she quite enjoyed being taken places. Escorted by a member of the club. It was safe.

The wind whirred and whipped around them, and she wished she didn't make the effort with her hair tonight. It was ruined, tousled to within an inch of its life, and she dreaded the thought of having to brush the knots out in Jax's bathroom.

Still, commuting via Harley was a hell of a lot quicker and had a few more benefits than commuting via car.

But the looks that they got were piercing. Horrible. Mainly from Hale stationed beside his squad car, watching as Isla and Tig raced down the freeway.

"He likes you." He spoke over the roaring engine when he hit the first stop light all night. "He hates that you've never given him a chance--"

"He's a cop, and I'm the outlaw's daughter. I've been raised to hate his kind."

Tig nodded his approval, setting off once again when the light switched to green and all opposing traffic stood still.

At one strange point in time, David Hale had his sights set on Isla Telford. He was in love with her. Completely besotted.

And she never gave him a second glance because, for one, she wasn't interested. He hated that she was so close to Jax and Opie, but not him, and he wished that she'd push herself away from the bad guys to grow closer to the heroic law-enforcer.

But he was a control freak above everything else, and Isla was just a free-spirit. She was loyal to her friends and family but she didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to become friendly with a fucking cop.

The only cop she liked was crooked. And Unser was in a similar spot to her--a little too affiliated with SAMCRO, but not completely doted on. Though, they were both strangely essential fixtures, and Clay would've been lost without them.

"Juice is here." Tig taunted as he helped her off the bike, holding her hand when she stumbled over herself a little. "Try to keep those panties on."

"Can't make any promises, Tiger." Her growl was seductive, though he knew that she was fucking with him.

She'd given up rebuking his claims, instead feeding into them because, with Trager, she couldn't seem to win. He was sleazy, and she loved that back and forth.

What she loved more, though, was that he was comfortable. He was a strange man, and nobody really understood just where he came from, but Isla liked that she could make jokes of any kind around him. He was easy to get along with. Easy to love.

And, man, did she love Alex Trager.

"If you do fuck him, though, would you make a video?"

Isla stepped into Jax's front room, turning on her heels. "Who said that we haven't already got one?"

She chuckled and wandered into the party, leaving Tig with a few convoluted thoughts and even more raunchy questions.

"Fuck. Gemma taught her well." He grumbled under his breath, reaching for the beer in Half-Sack's hand.

He slumped on the couch, motioning for his usual lay to sit in his lap as he watched Juice fawn over his little blonde friend making conversation with some other random woman already.

"Yeah, totally..." she agreed with whatever the girl was saying, but her eyes were glued on Tara. Just floating around the party.

She felt bad that the doctor was alone. Despite all that she thought of her, being out of ones depth in such an intimidating setting wasn't very nice. And Isla was an empath.

"D'ya think anyone 'round here has any nail glue?"

"Gemma might." She smiled, pointing toward the kitchen.

Grateful that she managed to shake that one off, Isla weaved through the small conclave and sat beside Tara, offering a friendly face during a time of such discomfiture.

Her heart was aching, the sheer nervousness was palpable, and she knew that Tara felt the same way too.

But Isla just sucked it up. Because she wanted to talk to her, and had to be the one to initiate it.

"Thanks for coming." Her smile was wide, genuine.

She offered a beer to the brunette, hoping that she'd take it.

"Thanks for asking me here." Tara accepted it, glad that Isla remembered she wasn't particularly a wine girl like herself.

Christ. This is awkward.

"Trust me, you were the first person I asked to come tonight."

"How so?"

"Well," a little bit more comfortably, she faced her completely, "you've literally nursed Abel back to health. You've been there every step of the way. You've been the best surgeon. And, as much as I hate to say it, you helped Wendy so much, Tara. I'm really thankful for all that you've done for this family."

"It's my job." She tried to brush the comments off, but her heart definitely fluttered at the praise.

Isla never changed. She was still the sweetest soul, she thought.

"I know, but you've had it rough with this lot--with Gemma, I mean."

"She isn't anything I can't handle." Confidently, she asserted.

"I know, and I'm glad that you're able to stand your ground." Reluctant, a hand landed against Tara's palm.

She jolted a little bit, but softened into the embrace.

It was comfy, warm. Prosperous, perhaps, because it meant something. Tara not jerking away and leaving once Isla offered a friendly embrace, was promising.

They spoke about the baby for a little while, and shared a few laughs at Tig's expense. It was strange, really. To be talking to her ex-best friend was strange, but she'd missed it.

Donna joined the mix, too, and it was starting to feel like old times. Isla recognized that they'd never slip back into that routine, the dedication to one another that they'd known when they were kids--but it was nice.

The conversation stuttered and it wasn't able to flow as freely as what she might've liked, but it was a start.

To know that she had something resembling an acquaintanceship with two women she admired, was nice.

And Jax introducing his baby to his brand new home, to his extended family that were already so fucking dedicated to him, was just the most wonderful thing ever.

"What about a beer?" Clay joked, holding the bottle close to Abel. Jax laughed, though he shook his hand away. "What? Grandpa can't give him his first beer?"

"No, he can't."

"I'll take it, though. If you're offerin'." Chibs grabbed the Budweiser and twisted the cap with the leather grip of his glove.

He gestured to Isla, tipping it toward her. "Want some?"

"No, you're alright." She went back to her wine, smiling at that little bundle of happiness in Jax's arms, wondering how the hell he'd gotten to be in this position now.

But it was because of Tara. Her commitment, her talent, and sheer want to help that angel through the roughest patch that a baby could have possibly been thrust into.

How Gemma could still loathe that girl--after everything she did--was beyond her completely.

Tara was the unlikeliest hero in Abel's story.

"Why is it that every time I see you, your highlights get more chunky?" Gemma smiled at the comment, turning to see her favorite girl, flaunting the most beautiful smile.

She handed Isla the bottle of whatever wine Chibs could get this evening, unable to quit beaming at the thought of her grandson finally being at home. Where he belonged.

"I told you I'd do them for you, Gem."

"I know," she nodded, playing with a few strands of hair, "I was gonna ask you, but you've been a little distant this week--didn't wanna add to your workload, baby."

"That's super considerate of you. Are you alright?" Isla teased, holding a hand to Gemma's forehead.

She slapped it away with a laugh. "Fuck you. I'm always considerate."

"Sure you are. That's why Wendy is here, right?"

"No," her head shook, "she's here 'cuz this is her house. If I had it my way, she'd be out on her ass faster than what you could even say 'crank whore.'"

Isla wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, tipping her head toward the blonde in the living room.

"I thought you made sure she was gonna be here tonight?" Confused, she quizzed.

She was under the impression that Wendy was starting to grow on her. After she'd tried to kill her, of course.

"I did," Gem confirmed. "But only because I knew it'd be awkward between her and Tara."

Amazed, or maybe fucking horrified, Isla simply glared at her.

It should've been obvious to her--plain as day--that Gemma Teller doing a good thing was simply a bullshit facade, built in order to take away from the fact she wanted to do an inherently bad thing.

But Isla liked to see the good in people, so it wasn't. And that really was one of her mot fatal flaws.

"She thanked me for letting her stay, too."

"And what'd you say to her?" Almost as if she didn't want to know the answer, she asked.

Black nails danced along the rim of her wine glass as she leaned against the counter, watching everybody enjoy themselves as they bitched and moaned.

"That she's lucky to be alive."

"Jesus, Gem," her head shook disparagingly, disappointed perhaps.

But being surprised that the woman made a threatening comment toward Wendy, was just as stupid as being surprised at Tig for fucking another hooker during his free time.

"You've gotta keep her close, ma. She's the mother of your grandson, the woman your son did love at one point."

Ma. The word rolled off her tongue unintentionally most of the time, but she didn't hate it.

Gemma was the mother figure in her life--hell, she was the mother figure in a few of the Sons' lives--and it didn't feel weird using that around her. It was affectionate. She adored it.

"Jax never loved her," matter of fact, she retorted. "They got drunk together. They smoked dope together. They didn't love one another--"

"They got married." Isla reminded her. "They have a kid together. They have a lot of history."

"Just because they have history, doesn't mean they love one another. You've got history with him."

Her chuckle was throaty, almost a full-on splutter. "We have not got that same history--we're friends, Gem, you know that's different."

She supposed the blonde was right.

There was hell of a contrast between friends for life and friends with benefits--and Gemma knew that. She just didn't like that Jax gravitated toward Wendy when he'd always had Isla right there in front of him.

Though, she was more than aware that the pair didn't look at each other that way--she still lauded the thought of the two together.

"I still hate her."

"I know," Isla laughed at Gemma's irritability, sipping on her wine, enjoying the sight of everybody having a damn good time.

"She's checking into rehab, too."

"Really? Where?"

"Some place in Oakland, I think." Gemma added, smiling at Clay when he wandered over to the pair. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"You think she's gonna stick to it?"

"Couldn't tell 'ya." He answered for his wife, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Isla's cheek. "She's determined though, I'll give her that."

"Yeah?" His nod was optimistic--strange for Clay Morrow. "Well, I'm glad she's working on herself, anyway. She's got potential."

"You hate her."

"I know." She didn't refute the assertion. "But I'm still happy for her."

At least somebody is.

She wasn't lying. Wendy was a good girl, a woman tortured for no good reason. And she felt for her, she really did.

It'd been a shock, finding out that she was pregnant. But it wasn't like they weren't expecting it--what with the rate she and Jax were going at it.

From the start, Isla and Gemma were worried. She was notorious for her crank habit and the girls thought she was going to kill herself before she had the chance to see her son into the world.

And that almost happened, didn't it?

The doctors at St. Thomas were fucking miracle workers--Isla was on pins and needles waiting for a call to say that Wendy and Abel were okay.

But she tried not to dwell on that, now. They were both as healthy and Abel was as happy as he could've been, so Isla was content. She wasn't pleased, but she was comfortable with the way that things were going.

Tara, however.

"No!" She yelled, backing out of the nursery. "No, fuck you, Jax."

Juice stumbled backward when she nudged him out of the way, pulling her purse from the kitchen counter.

Isla and Gemma couldn't not stare.

"Tara, c'mon!" Jax called after her, but it was too late.

The front door had been slammed shut and the party came to a complete standstill. A thickening tension was shrouding the group, and things were only just starting to simmer.

"What was that all about?" The blonde asked Juice, leaning against the island.

She didn't want to prove Tig to be right but, after a few glasses of wine, Juan Carlos Ortiz was starting to pique her interests.

He swallowed thickly, watching Clay leave the room. "He said something about Wendy--wanting to keep whatever it is that he and Tara have going on the down low so it doesn't set her off, or something."

Makes sense.

"He has a point. She's doing really well lately." He continued. "Jax would hate to stunt her progress by shoving his relationship with Tara in her face."

Isla was rattled.

Jax hadn't talked to her in days, and she wasn't aware that so much had changed. She wasn't aware that he had established a relationship with Tara Knowles.

Again.

You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another.

She was too irritated to reside in that same room as Gemma, now. Knowing the conversation she'd initiate the second that Juice left was too fucking much. So she left first, instead.

The living room was almost empty. Just Clay, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs sat around the couches as Donna, the kids, and Ope were preparing to set off.

Everything was annoying her, now. She hadn't made the effort with Donna all night, but she was pissed that she hadn't started to say goodbye to her yet.

Isla was so fucking irritated that she didn't even want to talk to Tig, or her father. So she didn't.

"Where're you going, petal?" Chibs asked, hindering her plan to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the night. He knew that she'd crack a smile at the nickname.

"I was just wandering. Not really sure what to do with myself."

"Come sit down," he gestured to the space between himself and Tig, and wound an arm around her when she met the leather. "I've missed 'ya."

"Tonight? Or just in general."

"In general. It's been a few days, love."

"I know, I'm sorry." Her head rested against his Sgt. At Arms patch, and she sighed. "Work has been so fucking busy and I feel like I haven't gotten a moment to myself this week."

Isla only worked a part-time gig at some shitty salon just on the outskirts of Charming--edging into Stockton--but she hated her job.

She hated driving into the city every morning and evening, wasting a fuck ton of her paycheck on gas when, really, there was no point.

She hated her cunt boss.

Hated her cunt clients.

She hated that nobody really spoke to her because of who her father was. And when they did speak to her, it was almost like they were scared. Of Isla.

Gemma had always promised her that there was a space at the auto shop for her had she needed it, but she couldn't think of anything worse than having to answer to Gemma and Clay every single day.

Well, more than what she already was, anyway.

"Who'd 'a thought that being a hairdresser was so demanding?"

"Me, apparently." She joked, watching Tig get up and leave the room.

It'd turned somber. A little too bleak for her liking, but she guessed that everyone felt a bit awkward after Tara stamped out and Jax sat on his porch. Alone. With a bottle of whiskey.

She hated the hold that woman had over him sometimes. The way he was so fucking devoted to Tara Knowles that she could literally slap him, scream in his face, and ruin his son's homecoming party--and he would still pine for her.

She'd never understand that.

And she didn't understand how such a lively bunch of individuals had mellowed out over the course of two hours, either.

The party had disappeared. Dissipated into nothing and the atmosphere she once lauded was completely dead in the water.

It was fucking grim, and she couldn't wait to head home.

"Can I come with you tonight?"

"Why'd you even ask? Y'know you're welcome to come home with your old man whenever you want." Chibs told her a little bit stern, though it was essentially full of love.

She just smiled up at him, a bit buzzed. But she was having a good-ish time and who was he to chastise her for drinking a little too much tonight?

"Wanna head off now?"

"Yeah--lemme just say 'bye' to Gemma."

"Alright, I'll be out front. Don't forget your purse." He reminded, knowing she was too ditsy for her own good.

Chibs helped her to her feet, letting go of her hand only to part ways for a few moments.

Her mood was perking up, now. The prospect of being able to spend a few hours with her dad after a long fucking day, was just the best.

And she'd really missed him. Missed the time they once had an abundance of. Missed the evenings that they'd spend talking, drinking, watching movies, doing the generic father daughter activities.

They hadn't had that for a while, and it was truly a blessing that it was within reach tonight.

Well. It was within reach for all of five minutes.

"Oh my God--" Gemma's cell slipped from between black nails and bounced across the table. Saturated hues were locked on Isla, and her head shook.

"What?"

"There's--there's been an accident." She managed to muster out. "Or, maybe a drive-by, I don't know, but Donna--"

"Donna?" Piney's attention was snatched at the mention of his daughter-in-law. He stood up. "What about her?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Gemma was going to say because it was just the usual now, wasn't it?

Being affiliated with SAMCRO just did that to somebody. Man, woman, child. They didn't fucking care.

"She's--Piney, she's dead."

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Emma and Gaudi(um)

(Safe, Soft, Unwilling, Vore, accidental fearplay.)

Original idea by @mangotangovoredango. I just put my own spin on it and used my own oc's

"Owww." Emma woke up, her back was killing her. "Every God damn night." She muttered to herself still half asleep, she tried to grab one of the blankets to cover herself and fall back asleep as the morning sun crept in. She flailed her arms to no avail, looking down to the foot of her bed Emma realized she had kicked off all her blankets trying to get comfortable in her sleep... again. Every night was the same, waking up in weird positions and her muscles aching from working and resting. She didn't have to work, she didn't have to do anything. She was the CEO of a nationwide electronics/shopping chain and didn't have to work in store but, she wanted to help more than shoot ads and work as a telephone line between the board of directors. She still had to work as the CEO while also working in store and it was starting to catch up to her.

She didn't want to fall into the category of not having to work a day in her life so she worked retail in her own company. After laying in bed for almost an hour, waiting for the alarm to get her out of bed she was not expecting a knock at the door to be the thing to fully wake her up. "Why is anyone out here, and why right before work." She thought starting to sit up. Putting her slippers on. Emma lazily walked over to the front doors. She wasn't expecting anyone and she lived a few miles out of town so nobody should be here. "Hey! I told you this was her house." Emma could recognize the voice immediately without needing to see their face. A few of her work friends stopped by with a car parked out front. That would be great if she didn't have to take a shift in an hour. "Hi, work starts in an hour, what are you doing here?" Emma said trying to sound as awake as she could. "You signed up for the carpool, remember? It was a four person pool and you signed up as the third person in ours. Also why aren't you ready for work yet." Hope said, a bit confused and concerned.

Emma started to remember, she just thought it was another paper for her to sign and now the pictures started to make more since. She didn't want to let her friends down so maybe a week would be ok before she stopped to not hurt their feelings. "I... guess it just slipped my mind, I'll get dressed really quick." Emma said closing the door and walking back to her room. "MAKE IT QUICK, WE GOTTA BE THERE SOON!" Paige yelled threw the closed door. Emma started to get dressed as quickly as she could. Stoping only to grab a small tied bundle of physical cash she put into a side pocket in her purse. She was still so tired, she couldn't keep going to work with how she's been sleeping, mostly less than an hour or two a night. She also refused to drink coffee, it was too bitter and it only made her feel even worse after a while. She walked out the door, just barely remembering to lock it as Paige basically dragged her to the car. "WE GOTA GO NOW!" She yelled as Hope started to drive off before Emma could put her seatbelt on.

"What is your rush, we have over an hour and a half before work starts." Emma said finally getting her seatbelt on. "No, it starts in half an hour and we're 10 miles away AND we have to pick someone else up!" Paige said as she frantically looked threw map and clock apps. Emma couldn't help but peek over the seat and look at her phone, and then she realized something. "You remembered daylight savings, right?" Emma said tiredly, showing her phone to Paige. She looked at the time on her phone, then the time on Emma's phone, back and forth until editing her time. "My time was off." She quietly said. Hope started to laugh her ass off. "Looks like we'll be able to stop and get coffee too." Hope said as her laughter started to die down. "Oh... cool." Emma said, a little annoyed that she couldn't go back to sleep for this. She tried to drift off, her head resting into the soft cushion. She almost fell asleep until the car stopped and another person got in the car. The briefcase they were carrying hit Emma in the legs and she winced in pain. "What the, why's there a forth person. Who... Faith?" Emma exclaimed rubbing the side of her leg that was hit by the briefcase.

"Oh, sorry Emma. Were running late and looks bad when the manager shows up last." Emma slightly glanced at her, annoyed that she couldn't sleep. "Did you-" Emma tried to talk before she was interrupted by Paige. "Daylight savings was last week and we were late but Emma showed me that my clock was fast and now were heading to the coffee shop because were early, is your clock fast?" Paige said. She didn't seem to need to breath when she talked. "Oh, I guess it is. That's embarrassing. Where are we going for coffee?" Faith asked as she started to settle down. Emma couldn't believe it, this was the first day of the car pool she didn't remember signing up for. They were uncoordinated and didn't plan for time, and she wouldn't expect anything less from her friends. "Theres a coffee shop on the corner and the new guy there makes amazing drinks. Should we go there?" Hope said, turning the corner before anyone could answer. "Guess that's a yes." Emma said under her breath. They all talked and waited in line and Emma just tried not to fall over. "Hi, what can I get ya." Gaudi exclaimed. "Hey your the new barista that Hope has been talking about, didn't you just move here because the old coffee shop you worked for closed and you were transferred here because you were so good and did you know Amy she was a regular there." Paige said, a giddy smile on her face and no falter in her breath. "Like a walking plot machine." Emma said under her breath. Gaudi slightly laughed at it, but no one else heard it. No one was supposed to hear it, she knew she said it quietly enough so nobody could hear it, let alone someone on the other side of a glass pain while she was in the back of a crowd.

"Ya, I knew Amy. She always got a hot chocolate instead of something caffeinated." Gaudi said, his face going from concerned back to chipper in an instant. "Anyway, what can I get you all?" He said. Everyone ordered their cups and last was Emma to order. She had never ordered coffee before and she didn't want to start now. "I heard something about hot chocolate, could I just get that." Emma said, her eyes were too heavy to hold open for very long. "Its not my specialty but I can load it with sugar if that's going to help you threw the day." Gaudi said, slightly laughing. "If can get me threw the day I might come back tomorrow." Emma said, placing 100$ on the counter. "You can keep the change." She said walking back to her friends. Gaudi was shocked, he looked at it and back at her. He wanted to make her drink perfectly, would it be so selfish to use a bit of magic to help her and himself. She seemed nice and she was cute so why not have her around sometimes, and maybe she might give him another big tip someday. He started to work on all their drinks, once he got to Emma's drink he made it as normal before lightly scratching something into the side of the cup. Emma couldn't stop looking back at him, there was something about him that she couldn't shake. It wasn't bad but she didn't trust it.

"Here you go everyone, and we hope you come back soon." Gaudi said while handing everyone their cups. Emma took one sip and immediately her entire body seemed to wake up. It was super sweet and she took another sip. Once she finished she felt like she had slept an entire day. When Gaudi wasn't making anything or helping anyone Emma came up to talk to him.

"What did you put in my drink? I haven't felt this awake in months."

"Magic."

"You put magic in my drink?"

"Ya, a small awakening spell."

"Come on, what did you put in it. I need to put it in my own drinks at home."

"If you won't accept magic then it's my personal secret."

"So you want me to come here every day to get your drink."

"I'd be able to see you every day and that would be nice."

"You want to see me? Can't tell if that's flirty or stalkerish."

"Well you said you would come back if the drink woke you up."

Emma started to talk once again before getting cut off. "We gotta go now, work actually starts soon." Hope said walking out the door with the others. Emma walked away without saying anything, trying to catch up to her friends. "Guess I'll see you tomarow then." Gaudi said with his head on his hand and a big grin on his face. Emma spun around, her cheeks were slightly red. She was about to say something before turning around and following her friends out. They all got into the car, everyone was eerily quiet. Emma had one last glance at Gaudi threw the window, he was helping a customer and was able to slightly glance back at Emma for just a second before Hope drove away. "So... You like him, don't you?" Faith said looking over at Emma. "No. Quiet, I'll fire you if you dont be quiet." Emma said, her cheeks brightening. "You do, you think we didn't notice." "Of course you do, and I think he likes you." They kept talking about how cute it would be if they were together, Emma just buried her head in her hands until they got to work.

Timeskip: Next Day

"Ugh" Emma's back was killing her... again. This time she had to get up even earlier for the car pool. She got up, got dressed, and waited outside for her friends. Her mind started to wander, she thought about what would happen at work, what the board of directors would be arguing about and all that. Then she started to remember what happened yesterday, Gaudi, the drinks, her friends, and how they would probably bring her back there. Oh and speak of the devil's, her friends pulled up at that moment. She lazily got into the back seat and they drove off, Hope and Paige were talking about her. "You were more productive yesterday and you seemed happier." "Maybe its because of the new barista." They kept pestering her about it. Soon they picked up Faith and she joined in, joking about her and the new barista. Not even five minutes later and they were at the coffee shop. They all gave their orders, leaving Emma to talk to Gaudi at the other counter.

"So, your back."

"I said I would be."

"Well, what can I get you today."

"Another hot chocolate."

"Will do."

Gaudi got to work making her drink, once she sat down he put another scratch into the side of her cup, covering it with the sleeve. Emma took a sip, her body started to wake again. If it kept waking her back up she was going to come here every day without complaint, other than her friends annoying her. They all talked, Emma actually able to commit to the conversation now. Before they left Emma put 200$ in the tip jar, smiling at Gaudi on her way out.

Timeskip + Brief Summary: 4 months later

Emma continued to go nearly every day. She stopped going in the car pool after a while but still met up with her friends there. She gave a sizable tip to Gaudi almost every day, but his coworkers were starting to get annoyed. She experimented with the drink, staying up for almost two full weeks with no sleep and no repercussions. She kept wondering and pestering Gaudi what he put in her drink but she never got an answer more than "magic". They started to get to know each other more, eventually Gaudi got her number and they watched a movie at her house. He was amazed at how big her house was, he didn't believe it when he saw it. Eventually, Emma had to go on a business trip and couldn't take Gaudi with her.;

Gaudi was glad the day was over. His shift was getting long and he just wanted to get home, well, as much of a home as it was. Working at a coffee shop didn't pay much, Emma's tips did help but it wasn't enough to buy a house. He walked down his normal route to home, letting his mind wander on the day. He was sad that Emma had to leave today but she told him what it was for and it made enough sense. He only had to wait 2 more weeks before she would be back and they could watch another movie or something. He walked threw a back alleyway, and into the nearby forest. It didn't take more than 30 minutes to walk to the small clearing in the forest. He could feel his wings and tail getting restless, whenever he turned into a human all of his draconic features turned into a shadow of what they were. He could still feel his tail, wings, the horns on his back, etc. They weren't invisible, but they weren't not there. Either way they needed to move, every night he turned back to a dragon to sleep and he never needed to worry about someone seeing him because they believed that there was a monster in the forest. He was a little bit sad though, his friends were getting mad that he was getting huge tips from a single customer. They all split the tips so he didn't understand why they were mad. He didn't really think on it too long before falling asleep, surrounded by his collected "treasures".

Timeskip: next day (again)

Emma couldn't belive how boring this was. She thought this work trip would be a little more fun but it was just signing more papers and agreeing with the board of directors and signing off with the marketing department. She wanted to leave and go back home, even being with her family would be more entertaining than this. She did read that 2 people went missing on the same day in her home town and that would be fun to look into. If she did have to go threw this, she wasn't going to do it tired. She called Gaudi, his phone rang for a few seconds before he picked up.

"Hey Gaudi"

"Hi, how are you"

"I was wondering if you could tell me how to make the drink, everything is so boring and I'm to tired to deal with anything."

"You know I can't tell you how to make it, it's my secret."

"Come on, how long have we known each other."

"Long enough to say that I will tell you someday, but i can't today."

His voice sounded broken and sad, she couldn't see him but she knew that he wasn't happy. He was always happy about something so this was different.

"Are you ok, you dont sound too good."

"Oh... ya, dont worry. Everything's fine."

"Well, ok. See you when I get home."

Emma couldn't stop thinking about what might have happened to Gaudi. He was never sad, he always seemed to be happy about something so hearing him like that worried her. This was going to be a long trip if she couldn't stop thinking about it.

(Before the call) Gaudi walked back to his work, he was always the first there to open shop. He never had any trouble before and he always did everything right, if he got fired he wouldn't know where to go other than back home. Once he got inside he unlocked the doors and started to turn on the heaters for the drinks. Soon enough his colleagues started to come in. They were all staring at him and watching the windows, eventually the boss came in and called Gaudi into his office. He started to get worried, the boss only ever called someone into his office if something was wrong. He sat down on the other side of the boss' desk, his leg shaking. "Gaudi, your track record and work ethics are astounding, but we've been getting complaints about you." The manager said, his face still as uncaring as when Gaudi first saw him. "Who put in the complaints?" Gaudi chocked out, his throat felt swollen. He feared the worst from what his boss would say, he didn't know why but he knew that something bad was about to happen. "Your coworkers have all been complaining about you, that you haven't been working as hard and that you have been fraternizing with a customer. We are sorry to say this but were letting you go. By signing this form you will be given a full year's pay as compensation if you leave today." He said. Gaudi's mind raced at this, where he would go, what he would do, how he would explain why he had to leave to the only friend he had here. His mind went darker and he wanted to turn into his dragon self and bat the manager around, like a cat and a ball of yarn. It wouldn't be hard and the manager did resemble a ball.

"Yes, I'm sorry sir and have a good day." Gaudi said sadly, signing the papers while holding back tears. He walked out a few of his former colleagues were smiling at him as he walked outside while the others didn't seem to care. He walked home finally laying down defeated, on the verge of tears when his phone rang. It was Emma, he didn't want to talk to her despite her probably being the only thing able cheer him up right now. He answered after letting his voice return to normal and calming down a bit. He didn't want to worry her so he wouldn't say anything about his job right now. He reassured her that everything was fine but still couldn't explain how her drink worked yet, especially over the phone.

Timeskip + brief summary: 3 weeks

Emma got threw the excruciating 2 weeks of mindless board meeting and peptalks to a camera. Once that was over, she reunited with her family for a week. Her youngest brother had finally made a friend and she believed she saw a dragon at the edge of the forest her brother was running to. She tried to stop him and ran after him only to find his new friend with cutout of a dragon and a flashlight. He did seem a bit confused while he was holding them tho. Gaudi was miserable, still sad over losing his job. Sitting in the parks most days to feed off the joy of people walking in the park. He started to use it more as a drug than a food source at this point. He couldn't stop himself, until he got a call from Emma.;

Emma got up from her seat, tiredly stumbling off the plane. A limo pulled in next to the private jet and the 2 other people on the plane started carrying bags from the plane to the limo. Emma got in, trying to go back to sleep. Eventually the limo started moving, jolting Emma back to consciousness and the man driving it started to talk. "Where should I take you mam." Emma tiredly mumbled to him before showing him the address of the coffee shop Gaudi worked at. After a few minutes of driving they arrived, Emma got out of the limo and stumbled into the coffee shop looking for Gaudi. After a bit of waiting she walked over to one of the counters, the persons face was ecstatic that she was walking over.

"Hi, how can I help you."

"Is Gaudi here today?"

Their face slumped a little in disappoint when they heard that the rich CEO that gave out hundreds of dollars in tips was asking for a specific barista.

"Gaudi? He was fired almost 3 weeks ago."

"What! He didn't tell me he was fired."

"Ya, he was fired a few days after you stopped coming in. Is there anything I can get you?"

"No, I'm leaving."

Emma walked out, getting back into the limo and driving off. She called Gaudi to ask where he was. It took a while for him to pick up. He told her he was at the park and she immediately started to head down there. It didn't take long for Emma to find him but his usual smile was replaced by a cold frown. For the first time ever she saw Gaudi sad. It started to break her heart and she walked over, sitting next to him on the grass.

"So you were fired?"

"Yep."

"And you didn't tell me? I talked to one of your colleagues and he said it was the same day I called awsking for your drink recipe."

"Auctly, it was after I was fired. I just didn't want you to worry."

A tear started well in Emma's eyes, rushing in for a hug. She was able to force herself from crying, and she saw the smile return to Gaudi's face. He couldn't hold back his tears as he returned the hug, he felt a wave of emotions wash over him.

"I... I have to leave soon, I just wanted to stay and say goodbye to you."

"What! No, you can't leave. Why are you leaving?"

"I wanted to get away from my family, to live my own life and now that I'm out of a job I need to go back."

"Wait, because you dont have a job you have to go back home? What if I hire you."

"For what? I was fired from the only thing I'm good at."

"That's it. You could be a personal at home barista. It would pay your what your monthly salary of your last job daily, you would have a new place to stay, and you wouldn't have to go home. You could stay with me, here."

"You would do that?"

"I could print the documents in the limo and we could hire a moving team to get everything from your home."

"I don't own a house."

"Your appartment?"

"Nope."

"Where have you been living?"

"In the forest neer the lake."

"You've been... what did you have, is there anything you need to pick up?"

"Nothing important."

"Do you just want to go home?"

"I could make you your drink."

"Or we could finish watching the movie series we started."

"That would be nice."

After a few silent minutes they eventually got up from where they were sitting, Emma had forgotten how tired she was. The adrenaline she had from needing to help her friend was enough to forget she hadn't slept for the past few days. Gaudi sat down next to her, some tears still pooling in the bottom of his eyes. She typed away on the computer she had in the car until they got to her house, Gaudi silently watching the entire time. When they got home she printed out the papers and Gaudi signed them. Emma showed him his new room, it was massive, deffenetly big enough for him to sleep in his dragon form. She showed him where the supplies he would be using were until she could get a full side bar set up somewhere. Gaudi immediately began to work on a quick drink for Emma, the soothing taste and the quick energy fix was needed. Soon the day came to an end, he had unpacked the one bag he was going to use to bring his minor belongings home. Emma had put on a movie in the private theater in her house. Soon a scene came on, a monster showing it's true form to their friend with them immediately accepting the monster as they had known each other. Gaudi couldn't help but want to tell Emma. Gaudi stood up from his seat and motioned Emma to follow him. She followed Gaudi into the front yard of her house. She didn't know what was going on but she thought it was going to be fun.

"So the monster scene that was just on in there, this is kinda that. I'm... I know its weard but I'm... I've wanted to say this for a while that... I know what im trying to say here."

Gaudi kept getting caught up in his words, wanting to just show her. Emma was confused but more happy than anything, it was cute.

"Ok, I'm just going to show you, but I want you to know that I really like you and that I would never do anything to hurt you and I will only ever try to protect you."

She didn't know what he was talking about but it didn't really matter, but her calm face soon went from calm and happy to horrified in just a few seconds. Gaudi's skin started to shift and ridges soon formed, and those into scales. His limbs started to extend as his clothes started to undergo the same process as his skin. Wings and a tail started to form from nothing and grow with him. And in a matter of seconds, a full dragon stood in front of Emma, the dragon of Joy. His pink scales glistened in the moon light. Gaudi fell onto all fours, accidentally shaking the ground with his weight. Emma instinctively took a step back, her face only held one emotion, fear. She was to afraid to move, her muscles were frozen and her heart was racing. Gaudi, tried to keep his smile, but his face was burning with worrie and confusion. Emma took a step back towards the house and Gaudi's instincts started to kick in. He lowered his back closer to the ground as if to pounce on Emma while his face stayed the same. They stood in silence studying each other for a few seconds. Emma made the first move, running toward the front door to get to the safety of her home.

Gaudi jumped, missing the door and jumping past her, trying to reach out his claws to stop her from entering the house. He tried to tell her to wait but she ran threw the door without listening. Emma grabbed her phone and started to unlock it as Gaudi reached threw the open doors and grabbed her. She screamed as a claw came up and flicked the phone out of her hands. He gently pulled her out of the house, holding her in front of him so they could talk. She was punching at his claws, screaming and begging to be let go, trying everything to get away. Gaudi knew she was making to much noise, trying to calm her down. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you. You wanted to know how I make the drink and I told you, magic, It's ok, your safe just please be a little quieter for just a minute so I can explain. " Emma kept screaming for help, her voice barely able to travel to the nearest house. Gaudi kept trying to reassure her that everything was fine when something caught his eye. The neighbors light a ways down the road turned on as a silhouette walked near the blinds. Gaudi ducked between the house and the lake as Emma kept screaming. There was a scene in a older movie that had a monster eating something whole and making it completely silent. He had swallowed a few squirrels and birds when he was younger and put them in his storage stomach to transport them so his mother who could heal them but nothing as big as a human. With a sorry look on his face he shoved Emma into his open maw, making sure not to hit his teeth. He gulped again and again, the sound of Emma's pleas getting quieter and quieter. The taste of chocolate was so strong and he couldn't help but let out a sigh, his eyes widened as he did. He forced himself to gulp faster to stop it from happening again. Eventually her head reached his stomach, a thin shallow liquid pooling at the bottom, covering her already drool covered face. Gaudi closed his mouth, one final powerful gulp and he let gravity do the rest of the work. Gaudi held his throat high, he let out a sigh as his stomach started to expand, a tear started to well in his eyes as he thought about what he had done. His ate his only friend who helped him stay away from his family, and it felt amazing. He knew it was safe but he didn't know if Emma knew, he wanted to help her but he didn't know how. Emma slowly slid into his stomach, the mussels of his throat and stomach started to crush her and she had to pull herself into a ball. After a few seconds of contemplation she started kicking the walls of his stomach and stretching as far as she could when she was fully in. She begged him to let her out, offering money and whatever else, she was fully crying and hearing her cry started to make Gaudi cry.

She couldn't believe it, her friend, the only person she felt she could auctly confide in betrayed her. Gaudi didnt know what to do, his mind raced as his stomach started to hurt. Maby he could make it all seem like a dream, marking a sleep spell into the dirt and raising his hands to his stomach. The clear liquid pooling around her started to glow, more of the liquid started to seep from the muscles of Gaudi's stomach even faster. A blue dust was mixed into the new stomach fluid. She touched a bit, her mind started to swirl and the tips of her fingers went numb. She tried to stay away from the new stomach fluids but it was no use, she begged gaudy not to digest her. A small amount of the liquid driped onto her head, her legs and mid torso were already numb and she couldn't think anymore, she kept awake for as long as she could, but her mind was falling and she couldn't help but drift off.

Gaudi started to calm down, he could feel Emma slowly drifting off to sleep, she stopped fighting his stomach walls and her begging turned into quiet mumbling and sobs. He started to think of how he could spin this so she wouldn't remember what had happened. He could clean up and stay in his human form, putting her back in bed and pretend it was a dream when she wakes up. His mind started to drift and his eyelids were heavy, he laid down on the grass between the house and the lake. He started to think about how he could help her, and if she found out would she let him stay. The grass was so soft, Gaudi's mind started to swirl as he unknowingly let the sleeping spell take him.

Timeskip: Morning

Gaudi woke up to the sound of birds chirping, he looked over to his side and saw a house, the morning sun bounced off his scales and onto the white walls of the house. His gut felt amazing, he hadn't felt this full ever but he didn't remember eating anything. He rolled onto his back, the weight of whatever was in his stomach pressing onto his back was nice but he wanted to know what happened. He rubbed his distended gut for a while, it was so sensitive he almost passed out from the feeling and went back to sleep. As he massaged his stomach he thought he could feel it moving. He sat up, his claws lightly dug into the ground as he watched his stomach. He held his breath for a second watching his stomach slowly, ever so slightly expanding and contracting. If his stomach was moving while he was holding his breath then what did he eat. He laid back down and extended his neck around the corner of the house, there was a limo in the driveway and the doorway looked familiar. He realized he was at Emma's house, had it worked, did he tell her that he was a dragon, but if he was out here than were was..... EMMA!

He rolled over, immediately grabbing his stomach and pushing it forward and forcing himself to get her out. His stomach started to hurt as he pushed Emma up his throat, he couldn't stop thinking about what he had done. If she was awake she would deffenetly call the cops and he would have to leave, and if she wasn't awake how would he fix this. Gaudi was finally able to push her out, he positioned his tounge over his teeth and she slid off of it like a slow sticky slide and onto the grass. She was still somehow asleep but covered in stomach fluids. Gaudi picked her up and hastily blew off all the fluids that were on her, he couldn't feel anything in his hands or claws when he set her back down on the grass. He quickly shifted back to his human form and cafully picked her up and carried her inside. He put her on the bed in the middle of her bedroom with her head resting carefully on her pillows and lazily threw the covers over her before he quickly walked out of the room. He started to make her drink, it was still his job and he would only be fired if she remembered. He worked as fast as he could and looked for a cup, eventually finding a water bottle and peeling one of the stickers down to scratch in the rune. He put the sticker back on and as he poured the drink into the cup he heard slight movement from Emma's room.

Emma woke up slightly moving her arms, somehow the blancket was still on her bed when she woke up. She was getting ready for the surge of pain whenever she wakes up but it never came. She opened her eyes expecting them to stay heavy and her not wanting to get out of bed, but she was fully awake, she sat up in her bed and looked over to her clock seeing that it's an hour until she has to be at work. She got out of bed already dressed, but her clothes were a bit wet for some reason, oh well. She walked out of her room seeing Gaudi pouring a drink into a water bottle. He was already smiling and it only grew as he saw her walking out of her room.

"Goodmorning, it's nice to see you awake"

"Morning Gaudi"

"I tried something new for you. A white hot chocolate, courtesy of your new personal barista Gaudium"

"Thanks, it's nice that... wait, Gaudium"

"Right, I've never told you my full name before"

"I thought your name was just Gaudi"

"Ya, well... I put my full name down for my last job and no one wanted to call me that so they called me Gaudi and I've just been using that ever since"

"After all this time I'm just now learning your name? Why didn't you tell me before"

"I guess it never came up"

"Huh. Well work starts soon so I should get going"

"Alright, when you get back we could finish that movie we started last night"

"Right... it was getting good to, why did we stop watching"

"Oh umm... I don't remember"

"Well I better get going, thank you for this and I will see you when I get back"

Emma walked out of the house, Gaudium was still smiling at her as she walked out. Whenever he smiled it made her happier. She walked down the intricate brick pavement to her car but, something to the right caught her eye. It looked like a liquid splatter, it was thick and was left in small clumps around her tree and on the lawn. She walked across the lawn and knelt down to get a better look at one of the bigger clumps. There was tiny blue specks in it and it looked like they were glowing. She stuck two of her fingers in it and brought a small amount of it closer to her eyes to get a better look. It was sentless and it was silky smooth but also sticky. The blue specks in it started to move closer to her fingers and once they touched her fingers it started to numb them. Her mind started to swirl as she couldn't keep a thought strait. She flicked the substance off her fingers and wiped the rest off on the grass.

Once she got into her car she took a sip of her drink, her mind started to straighten and she kept thinking about the substance. She had seen it before while she was terrified, she thought hard on it and eventually it clicked. The pink scales, the flesh surounding her, falling into his stomach... Gaudi's stomach. She rubbed the pocket of her pants leg, it was still slightly damp. Once she felt it her face slowly shifted to pure terror and she started to shake, he eyes quickly started to well with tears. She looked at the window to the kitchen in her house, Gaudium was silently sweeping away at the floor. He seemed focused and scared but once he looked out to Emma his smile reappeared. Emma couldn't help but smile back, it was involuntary but she still felt happier when she looked at him. She pulled out of the driveway and started to think about everything that happened, shaking all the way. She was eaten whole, how was she still alive, she should have been digested, why did the slime make her numb, how could he do this? She had so many questions she couldn't think strait, all she could think about was how her friend betrayed her. She instinctively parked not realizing where she was, her mind still raced as she looked up and, all at once, it stopped.

She instinctively parked outside the coffee shop and when she realized it her mind slowed to a stop. She sat in her car for a while just trying to process what she was doing and slowly her mind became more active. She started thinking about how he worked there, her friends forcing her to meet him, the happy times they had together in and out of this shop. He was a friend, he always looked out for her and he thought he could trust her enough to tell her something probably nobody else knew about him. He may have ate her but she was fine, and for the single second she remembered not struggling it was almost peaceful. Like the biggest hug he could give her, and somewhere deep down she felt protected, almost enough to stay there. She started to remember what he said before he was a dragon and as he was a dragon and like he said, she was safe. He fully trusted her and she trusted him. She started to drive to her work, she thought about what she would say to him when she got home, maybe he'd be willing enough to show her again... and possibly eat her again.

#safe vore #soft vore #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #fearplay

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The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 6

(Y/n)'s POV

Once I get over the fact that my brother's Latin teacher was half horse, we have a nice tour.

We pass by the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudge each other. One points to the Minotaur horn Percy is carrying. Another says, "It's them."

Most of the campers are older than me. Their satyr friends are bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I'm not normally shy, but the way they are staring at me and Percy makes me uncomfortable. I feel as though they want us to do a flip or something.

I look back at the farmhouse. It's bigger than I'd realized - four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I'm checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something catches my eyes, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I get a distinct impression that I'm being watched.

"What's up there?" I ask Chiron.

He looks to where I'm pointing and his smile fades, "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?" Percy asks.

"No," he says with finality. "Not a single living thing."

I get the feeling that he's being truthful, but I am also sure something had moved that curtain.

As we get closer, I realize how huge the forest is. It takes up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans.

Chiron says, "The woods are stocked if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" Percy asks. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own swords and shields?"

"My own - ?" Percy is cut off.

"No," Chiron interupts. "I don't suppose you do. I think a size five will do for you, Percy, and a size three for you, (Y/n). I'll visit the armory later."

Finally, Chiron shows us the cabins. There are twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They are arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on each side. And they are, without a doubt the most bizarre number above the door.

Except for the fact that each has a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they lock absolutely nothing alike. Number Nine has smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number Four has tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seems to be made of solid gold, which gleams so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all face a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).

In the center of the field is a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it is a warm afternoon, the hearth smolders. A girl, maybe nine years old is tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick. I wave at the girl and she looks surprised, as though no one acknowledged her often, and waves back with a smile.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, look like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin One is the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmer like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seem to streak across them. Cabin Two is more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls are covered with images of peacocks.

"Zeus and Hera?" Percy guesses.

"Correct," Chiron says.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Several of the cabins are. That's true. No one ever stays in one or two."

I stop in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.

It isn't high and mighty like Cabin One, but low and solid. The outer walls are of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashells and coral as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor. I peek inside the open doorway and Chiron says, "Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

Before he can pull me back, I catch the salty scent of the interior, like the wind on the shore at Montauk. The interior walls glow like abalone. There are six empty bunks with silk sheets turned down, but there is no sign anyone had ever slept there. The place feels so sad and lonely, I am glad when Chiron puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "Come along, (Y/n)."

Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers.

Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. Inside I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blared. The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroed in on Percy and gives him an evil sneer.

"Oh, look," Chiron says as we approach Cabin Eleven. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

The blond girl I'd met at the Big House is reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven. When we reach her, she looks me over critically, like she was still thinking about how much I drool.

I try to see what she was reading, but I can't make out the title. Then I realize the title isn't even English. The letters look Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek. There are pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth," Chiron says, "I have Masters' Archery class at noon. Would you take Percy and (Y/n) from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin Eleven," Chiron tells us, gesturing towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, Eleven looks the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. the threshold is worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway is a caduceus.

Inside, it is packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags are spread all over the floor. It looks like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron doesn't go in. The door is too low for him. But when the campers see him, they all stand and bow respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron says. "Good luck, Percy, (Y/n). I'll see the two of you at dinner."

He gallops away towards the archery range.

Percy's POV

We stand in the doorway, looking at the kids. They aren't bowing anymore. They are staring at us, sizing us up. I know this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompts. "Go on."

So naturally, I trip coming in the door, and (Y/n) grabs my upper arm, straightening me up. There are some snickers from the campers, but none of them say anything.

Annabeth announces, "Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asks.

I don't know what to say, but Annabeth says, "Undetermined."

Everyone groans.

A guy who is a little older than the rest comes forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy, (Y/n). You can have those two spots on the floor, right over there."

The guy was about nineteen, and he looks pretty cool. He's tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wears an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance is a thick white scar that runs from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

"This is Luke," Annabeth says, and her voice sounds different somehow. I glance over and swear she's blushing, but after a moment she sees me looking, and her expression hardens again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" (Y/n) asks, looking rather curious.

"You're undetermined," Luke explains. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I look around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they are waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will I be here?" I ask.

"Good question," Luke replies. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laugh and (Y/n) facepalms.

"Come on," Annabeth tells us. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"We've already seen it."

"Come on."

Annabeth grabs my wrist and drags me outside. I can hear the kids of Cabin Eleven laughing behind me and (Y/n) waves good-bye shyly.

When we are a few feet away, Annabeth says, "Jackson, you have to do better than that?"

"What?"

She rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you two were the ones."

"What's your problem?" I'm getting angry now, (Y/n) watching us cautiously. "All I know is, we kill some bull guy -"

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth tells me. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

I shake my head. "Look, if the thing we fought is really the Minotaur, the same one in the stories . . ."

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So..."

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up."

"Percy," (Y/n) says calmly. "I think what Annabeth is saying, is that monsters eventually reform."

Annabeth nods and I think about Mrs. Dodds. "You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword—"

"The Fur...I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep," Annabeth answers and (Y/n) suppresses a laugh.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' torturers, right?"

Annabeth glances nervously at the ground as if she expects it to open up and swallow her. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" I sound whiny, even to myself, but right then I don't care. "Why do we have to stay in Cabin Eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there."

I point to the first few cabins, and Annabeth turns pale. "You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or...your parent."

She stares at me, waiting for me to get it.

"Our mother is Sally Jackson," (Y/n) says softly. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, (Y/n). But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead," I say simply. "We never knew him."

Annabeth sighs. Clearly, she'd had this conversation before with other kids. "Your father's not dead."

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say -"

"Because I know the two of you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about us.

"No?" She raises an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them."

"How -"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

I try to swallow my embarrassment. "What does that have to do with anything?"

(Y/n)'s POV

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course, the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

"You sound like...you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're both half-bloods."

A half-blood.

I am reeling with so many questions I don't know where to start.

Then a husky voice yells, "Well! Two newbies!"

I look over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin is sauntering towards us. She has three other girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean-looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighs. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," the big girl says. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Erre es korakas!" Annabeth says, which I somehow understand is Greek for 'Go to the crows!' though I have a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounds. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse says, but her eye twitches. Perhaps she isn't so sure she can follow through on ht threat. She turns towards me, then she looks at Percy. "Who are these's runts?"

"Percy and (Y/n) Jackson," Annabeth says, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Aries."

Percy blinks. "Like . . . the war god?"

Clarisse sneers. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Percy says, seemingly recovering his 'wits'. "It explains the bad smell."

Long story short, Percy made the toilets explode.

Yeah, I said it. He made the toilets explode . . .

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NIKKI

"My wife doesn't tell me she's having an important surgery done, no, no, she just tells her girl friend Sharise who tells Vinnie and I'm the last one to fucking know about it." I tell Amber.

"I didn't wanna stress him out." Vivian insists, raising her brows.

"No, you just don't wanna keep me in the know just to piss me off." I argue.

"Nikki, go to hell." She tells me.

"You're not talking to him like that in here," Amber scolds her. "Just like he's not talking to you like that. We aren't doing that anymore. That was the issue last week. I didn't stop you two from talking trashy to each other and it got you where you are right now." She states. "Vivian, why didn't you tell Nikki about your procedure?"

"I didn't even tell the father of my kid I was having it done--I'm just a private person." She tells her.

"Duff doesn't even know?"

"No, he doesn't, and he's not going to." She looks at me.

Note to self: call Duff when she leaves.

"Why haven't you him?" Amber asks her next.

"Because I was freaking out over it enough as it was. I didn't need more people freaking out over it." She says. "So I just told Sharise because she was the one driving me home from it."

Amber just raises her brows and thinks for a second, her lips pursed.

"You see what I have to deal with?" I ask as I motion to Viv.

"Nikki, please." Vivian rolls her eyes.

"And she wonders why I won't fuck her. She doesn't deserve it at the moment." I add.

"Your dick isn't made of gold, Nikki, it's some trophy I should have to earn--especially when you clearly have no qualms tossing it around like a hot potato from one pussy to the next."

"That's not how you were acting last week." I argue. "

"But you won't fuck me because I'm not Vanity." She says back.

"I won't fuck you because the thought of screwing a pregnant chick makes my skin crawl." I admit.

"You'll go down on me while I'm on the rag but me being eleven weeks pregnant--barely showing--is where you draw the line?"

"Right, sorry, 'I won't fuck you because the thought of screwing a pregnant chick makes my skin crawl when she's pregnant with a baby she cheated on me to conceive,' there, that's better." I correct myself.

"At least I know the lovechild I have, exists. Do I even wanna think about the girls you've probably knocked up across the globe the last several years?" She accuses me.

"Unlike you, dear, I know how to fucking use condoms." I cut back at her.

"Gee, can't imagine where I learned to hate condoms in the first place." She sarcastically adds.

"Fuck if I know, you were telling me to take the damn thing off the first time we even had sex, little miss, 'I'm a virgin', 'this is my first time,' which looking back now is so obviously bullshit." I scoff.

"I was until you fucking corrupted me."

"My apologies, I didn't realize I was creating a cum monster whose main ambition was to procreate."

"And I didn't realize I was creating a codependent junkie." She doesn't hesitate to throw back at me and we're both silent just enough for Amber to cut in.

"I am going to give you two homework." She says, sighing, glancing at the clock.

We're out of time.

"I want you two to write each other a letter, one that doesn't involve putting one another down, and I want you to pick a time--any experience or memory with on another--that you consider the happiest you've been with each other, and I want you to mail them to each other, and next visit you'll read each other's letters back to one another to remind that person what they wrote. Sound easy?"

We just look at each other, not saying a word.

I didn't want to waste my time writing something for her that she'd just rip up without reading, and I knew she would, and I could see she didn't want to do that, either.

I'm great at song writing...but love letters?

I think back to the last love letter I wrote for Viv...the one in the back of her Bible I gave to her.

It kind of hurts that one of the last physical confessions of love I gave to her was practically a suicide note.

I close my eyes and groan, rubbing my forehead.

Fuck.

I try to think back to my happiest time with her over the last years.

Like flicking through the index of my mind--as best as I can, at least…

I let out a heavy sigh as I flip from channel to channel, chewing my gum, getting frustrated when I can't find anything interesting to watch.

"Are you gonna find a channel and stick to it or are you gonna keep flipping through the same channels and expect programming to change in a matter of seconds?" Vivian asks in a borderline snap, getting aggravated with me.

I just roll my jaw and turn the T.V. off, tossing the remote onto the coffee table.

"I didn't say turn it off, Nikki, you can watch T.V., just pick a channel and stick to it." She sighs, her Bible still in hand, the pad she's using to take notes in, in her lap.

"No. You just read your shit in peace and quiet. Sorry for the interruption." I reply, passively.

"Nikki, turn the T.V. back on and watch it."

"I'm good." I state.

"Ugh, you are such a whiney baby." She mumbles and I raise my brows, looking at her.

"I'm a what?" I ask, and she looks at me.

"A whiney baby."

"A whiney baby?"

"Yeah." She says it surely.

I'm grabbing her socked foot that's in my lap, making her squeal, her Bible and notepad falling in the floor when she kicks at me as I start tickling her foot.

"Nikki, stop!" She laughs out, sitting up and trying to fight me off of her.

"No, I'm a whiney baby remember?" I remind her, letting her foot go, getting on top of her, my hands moving to her waist, making her laugh again, trying to push me off of her.

I lean down and kiss her exposed neck, and stop tickling her, instead wrapping my arm under her, pulling her against me, settling between her legs.

She sighs and kisses me when I lean down to her.

Once we pull away for air, I run my thumb over her lip and she blinks up at me, slowly.

I can tell she's thinking, "what the hell is this? What are we doing? We aren't dating, we're not just friends, though, so what are we, Sixx?"

I don't know, either.

I'd tell her that but I don't want to freak her out or something.

I like her, a lot...more than a lot…

"What is it?" She asks me, and I realize I've just been staring at her.

"I, uh...I'm not really seeing anyone else anymore, you know?" I say, hoping she gets the hint, and she raises her brows a little.

"Oh." She replies.

"Not that it's a big deal or anything." I add.

"I wasn't thinking it was." She shakes her head a little...but I can practically see her doing little mental cartwheels and screaming out with joy.

I just smile at her, kissing her again.

I wrinkle my nose at the memory, not quite sure if that's when I was at my happiest with her.

I just decide to keep digging through more of my memory--what's left of it, that is--until I'm grabbing my pen, and writing away at the paper.

"Shhh, shh, you're gonna wake her up!" Vivian whisper yells at me as she holds a sleeping Skylar, the little baby wrapped up in a thick blanket, pacifier in mouth, knocked out cold.

"It's nearly 5:00a.m., what the hell are you doing up?" I ask her, trying to talk straight after a night of booze and blow.

"She hasn't slept since midnight. I've been trying everything but she just dozes for a few minutes and then wakes back up and whines." She explains.

She looks tired...exhausted, really.

"You want me to hold her and you go to bed?"

"She doesn't like you, the second she gets the feelings you're holding her, she'll wake you screaming." She reminds me.

"She likes me." I argue.

"Nikki, she purposely pees on you anytime you change her diaper, she gets antsy when you hold her--not to mention the amount of times you weren't paying attention and put her clothes on backwards or inside out and she pitches a fit."

"Hey, trying to dress a squirmy kid is military-grade patience training. If you try to perfect whatever it is she's wearing, she gets irritated and just wants down and starts moving around more and making it more difficult to get some clothes on her." She just chuckles a little and gets quiet in the light of the little reading lamp, her eyes closing slowly.

"Viv,"

"Hmm?"

"Go put the baby in the little crib thing Sharise brought over and go lay down." I tell her, quietly.

"I'm fine where I'm at." She insists, but I know she's not.

I take the chance and gently pick Skylar up, causing Vivian to say, "Nikki, don't wake her up," and I carefully make sure not to wake her as I carry her to the guest bedroom and put her in her playpen on her back like Sharise drilled into mine and Viv's heads to be sure of.

She doesn't wake up, and when I get back to the living room, Vivian's asleep in her chair, cuddled under the blanket she had Skylar under.

"Alright," I nudge her awake and she hums, furrowing her brows. "C'mon," I say to her, and she reaches her hands out. "What is it?" I ask her.

"Can you carry me?" She asks and I sigh out.

"Yeah, baby," I don't tell her, 'no,' despite not knowing whether or not we'll get to the bedroom because I'm tired and I know she obviously is, too, and she's not light as a feather--which will just make me more tired by the time I head to the bedroom.

I scoop her up and make it to the bed, only nearly dropping her once due to losing my footing--which that's not her fault. That's just the evidence of my night out.

When I lay her on the bed and pull my clothes off, crawling in beside her, she's snuggling up to me under the covers.

"You smell good." She mumbles to me.

"I don't know how. I smell like cologne, sweat, and booze." I mumble back, my eyes closed.

"You smell good." She repeats it.

"You do, too." I reply.

"I showered. You should try it some time." She says.

"Okay, Sixx, don't make me whoop your ass at five in the morning." I tell her, keeping my eyes closed, and she giggles, pressing her lips to my cheek, and my jaw, her nails trailing down my chest to my abdomen, deliberately running over the trail of hair leading down to my…

"It's five in the morning." I groan out, biting back a moan when her hand wraps around me, another kiss being pressed to my cheek.

"We can be done in a couple minutes." She tells me.

"I thought you were tired." I reply, trying to wake myself back up being that a certain part of me is up and alert. I rake my hands down my face as she straddles me, before looking up at her. "You're like those spiders that wait for the males to be vulnerable then they fuck 'em and kill 'em." I add, despite my hands running up her thighs to her waist…

"You always complain about early morning sex but then by seven o'clock you're the one not letting me tap out." She reminds me.

I just grab her hips and push her off of me before getting on her, making her laugh before my mouth catches hers, my teeth bitting at her lip before my tongue smoothes over it, making her moan softly.

By the time we're finished and satisfied, I'm getting off of her with deep breaths, the both of us gasping for air, covered in sweat--even our hair.

We don't hear Skylar down the hall which is a good sign that she's still asleep.

It's weird having a baby in the house. I know it's temporary, until Vince and Sharise get back from their little Florida getaway, but it's odd taking care of someone else aside from Vivian.

I wonder what it would be like if Viv would've actually been pregnant when we got married like she thought she was.

We'd have a two year old by now.

How fucking bizarre would that be raising a kid in this life at the moment.

Sure, Vince is doing it, but that's because Sharise is solid as a fucking rock.

I'd take a bullet for Vivian--fucking die for her--but she's not solid like that, not right now, at least. She used to be.

I mean she's still sober as shit but sobriety doesn't help much when you're wired even though you don't have a drop of anything in your system.

Look at me, like I'm one to be talking about dependability.

I look over at her, she's passed out, damp red hair across her pillow, covers pulled over her shoulder…

I reach over and run my fingertips across her cheek, the palm of my hand moving up to smooth over her hair as rays of sun start to filter through the small parting in the blackout curtains.

I'd love to have a kid in a couple years--maybe even within the next year--it just depends on the band, whether we're where we need to be by then or not...whether me and Viv are where we need to be or not, too.

Which as of right now, we're great.

We're more than great.

We haven't argued in two weeks.

Two fucking weeks.

Who the hell goes that long without arguing? Certainly not us, but here we are.

We weren't fighting as much because we were having sex like bunnies. I'm talking at least twice a day--Twice. A. Day. For two and a half weeks.

Looking back, I know it's because she was in the wake of a miscarriage, I was in the wake of Vince and Razzle's tragedy, we were both craving a quick fix and I guess sex is how we were illusioned into believing we were healing.

In reality we obviously weren't solving anything, just brushing it under the rug, but it was honestly the happiest I had been with her for our marriage.

It was peaceful. We weren't at each other's throats. We weren't at war. We looked forward to seeing each other and spending time with each other, and it was the closest we got to being how we were when we were just dating...so that, for me at that time, was the happiest I remember us being.

The next day I'm taking my enveloped and stamped letter down to the mailbox in the hall near the recreation room, passing by Amber on my way, seeing her nod at me in acknowledgment before I'm halting myself and coming back to see her.

"Hey, Doc, I need a word." I tell her.

"Can it wait, Mr. Sixx, I'm running late for a meeting?"

"I wanna know why having sex with my wife is a bad thing?" I ask, and she stops and looks at me.

"It's not. Nobody said it was." She tells me.

"You told me it might jeopardize our progress if we move too fast."

"Because it very well could. You both have co-dependence intertwined in your sex lives." She explains.

"Well, I don't know if you've been paying attention to the last couple sessions but my wife has needs right now. And not having sex with her right now is jeopardizing our progress because she thinks something's wrong with her."

"But you've told me, and her, you don't desire her because she's currently carrying another man's child."

"I've been thinking about it and I told her I'd work this out with her and how I've acted towards her is kinda contradictory to that." I admit. "And I can't go home and screw her into next week because you've got me paranoid about messing things up, now."

"Have you told her my opinion on sex in your relationship as of now?"

"No."

"Well, then, tell her about it and I'll take the blame for it."

"I don't want you to take the blame for anything, I want you to 'ok' me banging my wife."

"If you want to, 'bang,' your wife, then you can do that. There's not a law in the universe barring you from getting intimate with her."

"Sure as shit feels like it." I argue.

"Tell you what, you talk to her about it--tell her my opinion--and we'll touch on it in the next session." She suggests.

"Pun intended?" I ask and she furrows her brows, looking unamused.

"...Okay, nevermind." I mumble.

"I'll see you Friday for your session with the boys, have a good day." She tells me, giving me a nod before walking away.

I just shake my head a little, irritated, and drop my letter in the mail box, heading to the payphone to try to call Vivian.

"Hello?" She answers on the second ring and I clear my throat.

"H-Hey, it's me," I say, and she's quiet for a moment.

"Hey," she finally answers and I let out a breath of relief.

"Do you wanna visit tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something." I tell her.

"Is this where you tell me you're filing for a divorce afterall?" She asks and I rub my lips together.

"No, Viv, it's not. It's about our sex thing." I struggle trying to define it.

"Can we even have a sex thing if we aren't even having sex?"

"Ha. Ha. Smartass." I state. "Seriously, you wanna come?"

"More than you know." She replies and I can't help but laugh.

"Pun not intended." She adds. "I'll be there around nine o'clock, if that's okay? I have another appointment to check on the baby since the surgery and then I'm gonna try to go shopping for some decently healthy things because I'm gaining too much weight at the moment."

"You're pregnant--that's your excuse to eat whatever the fuck you want, when you want it, isn't? Like a chick liberation thing or something."

"I'm eating too much junk, I don't want to pop out a fifteen pound baby. My pussy will rip to my ass." She says and I get a horrifying image. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Nikki, I gotta go."

"Alright, see you then. Bye, baby."

"Bye." She replies softly before hanging up.

I pick at the inside of my lip with my teeth, another thought coming to mind...and my eyes shift to my pinky ring on my right hand...the same one I'd proposed to Vivian with back in '83.

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SHOW: Teen wolf

CHAPTER THREE: “works like magic”

EPISODE: 3x02 “chaos rising”

(part two)

The sudden fact and shock of Erica's death hung in the air, tension rising between Derek and Isaac. After Kaitlin had passed out Stiles grew worried for his childhood best friend. But the thought of the bombshell she had dropped on the two of them not even an hour ago still loomed in his mind.k

He looked at the brunette who sat on a table, her uncle looked here over, double checking she was okay, Stiles was confused, he didn't know how to feel about the fact that the girl he'd known his whole life was a supernatural. In one instance, he still just saw Kaitlin, the girl he had grew up with, the girl who's mom was best friends with his mom before she died. He saw the way her nose crinkled up when she laughed and the dimples when she smiled. Or how she played with her collarbone when she was nervous. Then on the other hand, he saw her in a whole new light, she was a witch, he'd seen her do it, she held Isaac down so effortlessly and was willing to hurt herself to help.

Kaitlin caught Stiles gaze, sighing, she says a few words to her uncle, jumping from the table and made her way over to the two friends, awkwardly standing in front of them.

"We should talk" she stated, her arms crossed over her chest, the boys look to each other, silently agreeing "okay" They make their way outside, standing near the redheads car, she leans against the hood as she crosses her arms.

"Why would you lie to us?" Scott questions, a scowl grows on Kaitlin's face, shaking her head slightly "I didn't lie to you, I'd never lie to you. I just..." she sighs, looking at her feet.

"My mom tried to hide it from me for the first few years of my life" she looks up at the two, slight hurt in her eyes

"When it finally happened she explained everything to me, but made me swear to keep it a secret" her voice was horse, her head still slightly sore.

"How'd it happen" Stiles questions from his place, standing against the wall across from the redhead

"Eight years ago" she starts "I came home from school after a really bad day" she takes a quick glance at Stiles, the boy listening intently. "Every little thing annoyed and agitated me, then I got really upset with my mom, which ended in me shattering my kitchen windows without trying" she chuckles lightly at the memory. "she knew she had to tell me after that, I was young, but I wasn't dumb"

"She explained everything to me, but even if I was allowed I couldn't tell you guys" her voice wavers, emotion building up slightly, she looks to Stiles "you had just lost your mom" then to Scott "and your dad...you were just kids"

"Katie you were a kid too"

Kaitlin goes quiet, looking down at her feet, she sighs "it was so hard, when I moved away, it killed me. I hated it, the thought that I might never see you guys again, I thought that I would never get the chance to tell you guys the truth" she shakes her head, looking back at her friends.

"The reality of it set in when Lydia told me she knew" the two boys look at each other dumbfounded, Kaitlin laughs

"Yeah that's how I felt, she said something about a feeling"

"Psychic" Stiles mumbles

Scott steps forward, his arms slightly crossed "Katie, I think I speak for us both when I say, we don't blame you and we're okay with it" he smiles "but how did you know about... you know, me" Kaitlin smiles

"About two weeks before I moved back, deaton came to Boston for the weekend. He sat me down and explained everything, Peter, Derek, the kanima and what's currently happening, the alpha pack" Scott smiles with her "have to admit, I was speechless"

Stiles stands straight from his position, clapping his hands together. He walks forwards standing beside Kaitlin and wrapping an arm around her shoulder

"Well, I for one am very excited for all of the 'Sabrina the teenage witch' jokes I'm about to make" he jokes, Kaitlin laughs at him, wrapping her arm around stiles lower back, he pulls her closer, squeezing her comfortably

"Looking forward to it."

******

"She's not dead" Derek Hale yelled at his beta, Isaac flinched at the loudness of his voice, the two had been arguing over the status of Erica.

"Derek, he said, 'there's a dead body. It's Erica.' Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation" Stiles explains, Kaitlin sat beside Isaac on a counter, rubbing her temple in irritation

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?" Kaitlin rolls her eyes, growing tired of the same conversation "someone else obviously"

"Maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle." He looks to Isaac "the one who saved you?"

"No, she wasn't like us, and whoever was in the vault with Boyd was." Stiles crosses his arms, a sigh escaping his lips.

"What if that's how Erica died? They pit them against the each other during the full moons and see which one survives, it's like werewolf thunder dome" Stiles rambles, Kaitlin lets out a breathy chuckle, Stiles' humor always slipped through at the worst times.

"Then we get them out tonight" Derek pushes even further

"Be smart about this, Derek. You can't just go storming in" Deaton buts in. But Derek won't give up "if Isaac got in, then so can we"

"But he didn't get through the vault door, did he?" Kaitlin finally says, the alpha turning his gaze to her "we need a plan"

"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours?" He questions the witch, a smug look on his face, challenging her. She gives him an exasperated look.

"Oh I don't know you tell me, your the one that plans on getting them out tonight?" She sits up from her position, Derek glares at the witch

"Uh I think someone already did" Stiles looks at his phone "beacon hills first national bank closes its doors three months after vault robbery" he reads from his phone, handing it to Kaitlin who skim reads over the article

"It doesn't say how it was robbed but it probably won't take long to find out" the girl hands the phone back.

"How long?"

"It's the internet, Derek. Okay? Minutes"

*****

Scott and Stiles went to stiles' house after leaving the animal clinic last night to try find out more about the bank. Kaitlin had told them she would stop by in the morning before school and see how they had progressed, what she didn't expect to see was the two boys Sprawled across the room, papers scattered everywhere, some coming from the printer, both passed out.

"Guys" she attempts to wake her friends, the two teens not moving "guys!" Still even at her raised voice, they slept soundly.

She crosses her arms, smirking, she kicks the chair Scott sat on, he falls from the chair, waking himself and Stiles up as he does.

The two boys smile sheepishly at the witch when they notice her, she stands tall smirking at the boys, wearing a light purple spaghetti string top over a long sleeve white T-shirt paired with denim high waist jeans and her converse.

Stilinski walks into the room, two cups of coffee in his hand, he hands Kaitlin one, the brunette smiles at him, saying a quick thank you

"I see you woke them for me" he laughs "time for school" he states, turning to walk out of the room "Wait, dad!" Stiles calls, his father turning back to look at him

"Heather?" Kaitlin's ears perk up at the familiar name, Stilinski frowns, shaking his head "no. Nothing yet" Stiles' face falls after his father walks out

The room is silent for a few moments, before Stiles speaks up "ten hours and nothing." He states in frustration

"We're gonna find something" Scott reassures him, glancing at Kaitlin

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead" Stiles argues, moving to clean his room "or Boyd any less about-to-be dead

"We still have time" Scott reassures further, Stiles glances at Kaitlin who shrugs

"Is this whole 'remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster' thing apart of the 'be a better Scott McCall' program?" Classic sarcasm from the king of sarcasm, Kaitlin chuckles, trying to hide her amusement

"Not if it doesn't work"

Stiles sighs in frustration, crumpling a piece of paper in his hand "no, it works"

Kaitlin looks at the papers around the room "Uh guys, maybe your work isn't a total failure" she calls when she notices a newspaper article with Stilinski arresting a man outside beacon hills first national bank

She moves to show Stiles the article, the boys eyes widening and pushing the article to Scott, moving to run out of the room

"Dad! Dad! Wait! Dad!" He runs out of the room, Scott looks to Kaitlin who smiles

*****

Kaitlin jumps out of her car, parked next to stiles' Jeep. The boy groans when he jumps out of the Roscoe, waiting for Kaitlin to catch up to the two, when she does, Scott pulls out his phone and they start walking

"Alright, so we meet at Derek's at 5:00 to go over the plan, and then we don't get started until dark" he swings his bag over his shoulders, Kaitlin sighs

"Do I have to come, Derek's a bit of an ass" she states, Derek's attitude towards the whole situation yesterday make Kaitlin look at the man differently

"Derek's not all that bad, Katie. He's just sour about everything with Erica and Boyd" Stiles explains, reassuring the girl who nods "Yeah I guess, what do we do till then?"

"Well right now, we've got English."

*****

The school day had gone by like any other, boring classes and boring teachers.

After school, Kaitlin, Scott and Stiles met at Derek's like planned

"Okay, you see this?" Stiles pulls out blueprints and a red marker, marking a few places on the sheet

"This is how they got in, it's a rooftop air conditioning vent" he explains the route of the vault that the robbers had took

"It leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay?" He circles the section where the vent is.

"One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft, now that space is so small it took him about 12 hour to drill into that wall, which is stone by the way." He continues, glancing back and forth

"Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys in the roof, through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom!" He hits the table, putting the cap on the marker

"Can we fit in there?" Scott questions, leaning over the table and observing the sheet

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely." Stiles continues to hit the paper lightly as he talks "and they also patched the wall, obviously,so we're gonna need a drill of some kind"

Kaitlin watches the three men from a counter near by, her legs crisscrossed under her

"I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit.." Stiles starts to ramble again but is cut off by Derek

"Look, forget the drill." He states, Stiles freezes in his place, moving his fist slightly up and down "sorry?"

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" He looks down at the prints, his mind set in stone

Stiles questionably eyes him, glancing at Scott and then back. "What do you think you're gonna do Derek?"

"Are you gonna punch through the wall?" They straighten up, Derek crossing his arms

"Yes, stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall." Derek smugly smiles at the teenager

"Okay, big guy let's see it. Let's see that fist." Stiles challenges the taller man, Kaitlin straightens up to watch the scene unfold

"Big old fist. Make it, come on." He pushes further, growing cocky

Derek clenches his hand into a fist, his arms still semi crossed.

"Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that" Kaitlin snickers, earning a glance from Peter Hale who sat on the stairs

Stiles grabs Derek's wrist, putting his hand a few inches away from Derek's fist "Okay, see this?"

"That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid..." Stiles doesn't get to finish his sentence as Derek punches his hand, Sending him backwards in pain, he hits his hand against the metal table. Kaitlin winces.

Stiles whines like a dying cat, falling around the room, holding his newly injured hand "he could do it"

"I'll get through the wall" Derek ignores Stiles as he quietly whimpers

"Who's following me down?" He rests his hands back down in the metal table, looking at Peter

"Don't look at me." Derek's uncle states "I'm not up to fighting speed yet. And honestly with Isaac out of commission, your not looking at very good odds for yourself"

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek questions his uncle

"Well one of them is already dead" Peter states, a sarcastic grin on his face

"We don't know that" Derek insists, Kaitlin rolls her eyes, sighing and jumping off the table

"Give it up Derek" she starts, all eyes turn to her "you do know what we're up against, right?"

"A pack of freaking alphas. All of them killers, ruthless killers at that. We don't even know all of them" the redhead crosses her arms, standing beside the table

"And if that doesn't scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them form together to make one giant alpha" she finishes, Derek looks to her curiously.

"She's right you know" Peter speaks up "I'm sure Erica and Boyd were great kids, they're gonna be missed" he finishes, stiles glares

"Can someone kill him again please?"

Peter looks back at Stiles, a stern look on his face. "Derek, seriously"

"Not worth the risk" he finishes, referring to the plan to rescue Boyd and the person in the vault

"What about you?" He looks to Scott, Stiles shrugs

"Yeah, if you want me to come..."

"Not you" Derek sternly denies, looking back to Scott

"Scott?" Stiles turns to look at his friend, pointing his thumb in the werewolf's direction.

"I don't know about Erica,but if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something" Scott states, Derek clenches his jaw but nods. Scott looks at Peter, he rolls his eyes and sighs.

"We have to try" Scott pauses, Derek raises his eyebrows "but?"

"Who's the other girl" he turns to look at Stiles and Derek "the one locked in there with Boyd?"

You should know, I am slow with updates. IM SORRY. but anyway have this crappy update :( I promise it gets better and Kaitlin is my favorite oc I’ve ever made so get ready to get to know her more.

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