#lydia wins the betting pool

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: A girl's night out gets steered in a different direction, much to your disgruntlement. You meet the human version of a Ken doll, who happens to be a Naval Aviator and are not impressed.

Masterlist

Chapter 1: Lieutenant Mansplain

You're on your way back from the bathroom when you see that the table you left your two friends at is now empty.  Scanning around the bar you spot Lydia’s unmistakable red hair in a sea of khaki clad bodies around the pool table.  This was supposed to be a stereotypical “Girls Night Out” to help soothe Beth’s (the other friend lost to military uniforms and god knows what else) recently broken heart. 

You were looking forward to it after the week you had at work.  The good news was that the latest Darkstar prototype had made it Mach 10, the bad news was that it vaporized somewhere over the Sierra Nevada mountains. By some divine reason or mostly the life preservation pod that you had worked months on worked exactly as designed and the pilot survived without injury.  The pod had worked a lot better than the heat shielding had. Such was life working for Lockheed Martin's legendary Skunk Works.  The cutting edge of aircraft design meant big successes and failures.  

Instead, Lydia has turned it into a fishing expedition, the girl has a serious military kink and was probably drawn in by some tractor beam to all the uniforms, nametags, and those ribbon thingies you can never remember the correct name for.  Sighing deeply, you walk up to the bar and catch Penny’s attention for another gin and tonic, you're going to need it for the long extraction mission that awaits you around the pool table.  As you wait, you look over and see the usual pilot stereotypes, (yup, they’re pilots - unmistakable with gold wings on their chest and aviator sunglasses hanging from their collars.)  Posted up in the corner on a bar stool messily eating popcorn is the only guy wearing glasses; you peg him as a flyover state guy who probably married his highschool sweetheart. Most likely a WSO, he seems too unassuming to be a pilot.  Beth is talking to him more out of boredom than anything other motivation.  She's watching Lydia work her magic out of the corner of her eye.  Leaned over the pool table is a brunette gal with her hair pulled back into a bun so severe it makes your head ache in sympathy looking at it; she’s got a coy smile on her face as she sinks the last ball to win the pool game.  The vibe she gives off is all confidence with a touch of “I’ll be nice and not kick your ass” along with a bit of sweetness.

You'll probably get along well.  She is rolling her eyes at Lydia’s attempt to engage a rather tall guy with scrubby hair and an unexplainable mustache out of a porno from the 70s.  He had to have lost a bet to have that mustache, right?  Whatever Lydia is rolling out, this guy is reeling in.  Odds are 3:1 that Lydia will fuck that guy in the back of her Subaru before the night is over.  You make a mental note to ask if she brought condoms next time you get near her.  

Thankfully your G&T slides across the bar to your waiting hand.  Penny leans over and says over the classic rock blaring out of the jukebox, “Lydia’s up to it again, you want to bet on it?”  You roll your eyes and laugh darkly, 

“Not this time, it’s already a done deal the way they’re looking.”  

The pornstacher (as he has been named in your head) has his hands on Lydia’s hips and is leaning down to whisper something in her ear.  You shake your head, grab your  drink, and take a hefty pull from the only thing that is going to make this next hour of your life bearable.  Penny shouts over the noisy bar, “Good luck!”  

“Here we go again,” you mutter to yourself as you make your way over to the corner.

Walking over to the pool table to hopefully get your friends back on track for the original mission which was supposedly to include too many girlie shots, trash talking men, and some karaoke if you made it that far before needing to call an Uber. Lost in your thoughts, you collide with another form wearing the ubiquitous khaki.  Before you know it, your  drink, your liquid sanity is now dripping down the front of your shirt and onto the very broad chest of a very tall blond man with freakishly green eyes.  

“God damn it,” you shout. It’s your  go to swear of choice.  The blond guy steadies you with hand on your  upper arm and says with a noticeable twang, 

“Well that’s one way to guarantee I buy the prettiest gal in here a drink, let me get you a new one.  What’s your poison?”  

The way he smiles after what he thinks is his witty retort is straight from a 1950s toothpaste commercial.  You can hear the “ding” and almost see the animated sparkle.  You roll your eyes, and say, 

“I’ll take a replacement, thank you. Just know that’s the only drink you’ll be buying me tonight.  Gin and Tonic,  tell Penny it’s for Elsa and she’ll know which gin to use.”  

He laughs, “Ice queen in name and presence.  

"I loathe that movie with an undying passion."

“Well, Icy, I’ll be back in a few and we can get to know each other a little bit better.”  He smiles that damn toothpaste commercial smile again and heads over to the bar.  

Finally, you reach Lydia and she is just starting to reel in pornstacher with her usual playbook.  Laughing too loud at jokes that can't possibly be that funny, her silly little slap to his chest that lingers a bit too long, leaning way too far in to hear what he’s saying.  It’s a really well defined plan, she could package it and sell it given her success rate.  

“Hey, Lydia!” you shout over the music, some bastard has played Slow Ride for the second time in 20 minutes.  She leans out from the bar stool she’s sitting on while the pornstacher's hands still are attached to her waist.  

“Elsa!  Glad you found us!  Here, meet everybody!”  she says like she’s greeting you at the door for a dinner party.  Lydia definitely had the social talent to get people together wherever she went. 

She nods at pornstacher, 

“This is Rooster, he’s a pilot.” 

You're not sure if Rooster is a better name for him in your  head.  He nods at you in recognition.  She points over to flyover state guy and says, 

“That’s Bob, he’s a wizzo-wizard thingy.”  

Rooster laughs as she trips over the words partly because she gives zero fucks about what he actually does and her third or fourth cosmo is definitely hitting her.  

“At the pool table, that’s Phoenix, next to here is Coyote, then Fanboy, and Payback.”  

“Do any of these people have names that aren’t from American Gladiators?” 

She giggles way too long and then says in mock exasperation, 

“They’re call signs, silly.”  

You dryly respond, 

“I know what call signs are, Lydia.  Remember my dad was a pilot?”  

You look upwards for some kind of divine strength to endure whatever this all is.  You wonder where your drink is and scan the bar for the human Ken doll that owes you a G&T. The way Lydia is attached to Rooster you know this is going to be a long night and you're glad you live within walking distance of the Hard Deck. On cue a deep voice says,

“Here you go, little lady.  Penny knew exactly what you wanted.”

He takes a swig of his beer, and asks, 

“So your dad was a pilot?  Who’d he fly with?”  

You move past your irritation of the phrase, little lady.  It’s true you're definitely short at a whole 5’1" without heels.  Tonight you've got a pair that at least gets you to a respectable 5’5”, which is still nowhere near tall enough to be eye to eye with this guy.  

You breezily say, 

“The Navy.”  

He nods, 

“Well that’s good not sure I could be seen with someone not of the proper lineage.”  He starts in with the usual rapid fire “get to know you” questions, 

“Where are you from?” 

“Michigan,” you offer no other information. 

"You?"

"Texas."

“What brings you here tonight?”  

“It was supposed to be a girl’s night out to help Beth,” you cock your  head to Beth where she and Bob are showing each other pictures of their dogs, you assume. 

“She got dumped by some asshole Marine a few days ago."

He mutters, 

"Figures."

"However, Lydia has taken us on a different path,” you point to Lydia where she and Rooster are proving that personal space isn’t necessary.  you give it 10 minutes before she and Rooster will try to discreetly leave the bar for other activities.  “And that leaves me talking to you while I finish my drink and can hopefully go home and call this night over.”  

“Ouch, am I really that bad to look at and talk to?”

He puts on a mock frown for a second that he is confident makes him look cute before putting on his toothpaste commercial smile.

“I don’t even know your name and I'm not sure I even need to. I’m at the point of the evening where my  feet hurt from these stupid heels and I’m really just ready to go home, take my bra off, put on some comfy pants, and watch some shitty TV before I fall asleep. It's been a week at work." 

You finish your rant with a hefty swig of your drink. The mention of your bra coming off distracts him for a split second before he says, 

“Well, I can solve one of those problems, the name’s Hangman.”  

“Hangman, do you have a name that doesn’t sound like a cartoon character?” 

He laughs just hard enough that you can see the beginnings of laugh lines at the edge of his eyes.  

"Yes, my real name is Jake, Lieutenant Jake Seresin at your service, maam."  

“Okay, Jake.  I’ve got a question for you.  What’s the deal with pornstache, Rooster, or whatever the fuck his name is?  Lydia’s definitely putting out her trap line and he’s hooked on.  Good guy, creeper, weirdly close relationship with his mother, kicks puppies, or punches nuns?  Anything Lydia should be on the lookout for?” 

He laughs again, and says, 

“Naw, Rooster is mostly harmless.  I’m surprised he’s as bold as he is tonight, must be a bit of liquid courage. That’s how he got his call sign.  He can be kind of a chicken shit in the air, and the powers that be wouldn’t let us put “Chicken Shit” as his official call so sign so it had to be amended to be rated G. As for him being horrible,I can attest he leaves cabinet doors open and those awful mustache hairs all over the bathroom as I have the unfortunate luck of being his roommate for this assignment.”  

"My condolences. What about Bob, over there?”  

“He is either the most bland person ever to exist or a serial killer, I can’t figure it out. From one of those corn states Iowa, Nebraska, or whatever.” You were  correct on his point of origin.

This thought makes you laugh as you see Bob and Beth talking a little more animatedly about something that you can't make out from across the pool table.  She’s smiling and actually looks like she’s having a good time, so you resolve to stick it out for a while for Beth’s sake.  

"He married?" you ask in case you need to intervene before Beth's heart is engaged.

The thought makes him almost spit out his beer.  

"Nope. Can you imagine anyone wanting to have sex with him?" 

You nod in agreement.  Beth is now leaning in closer to Bob and her hand is inching closer towards his on the drink rail.

Damn, you'll actually have to make some conversation while you wait this wing-woman assignment out.  You have no worries about Lydia, she’s going to do exactly who or what she wants.  Beth worries you a little more, she is so tender hearted and kind that any time she cries you're ready to crack open your chest and give her a piece of your heart, despite it being described as “Colder than the dark side of the planet Pluto,” by an ex boyfriend. Of course you had to remind him that Pluto hasn't been a planet since 2006. The relationship was definitely done, so any bit of mental superiority you could keep was a bonus.  

“So, I take it you’re a pilot,” you wave your hand vaguely at the wings on his chest.  “What do you fly?”  

“Airplanes.”  He answers without any further detail.  You roll your eyes.

“I gathered that. What kind of plane?  You lugging cargo for the Navy, cruising around in a radar rig, or something more exciting?”  

“I didn’t think you’d know the difference, most people don’t.  I fly a F-18.”  

“Nice. Good aircraft. Too bad it's made by Boeing." 

The whole sentence flies past Jake's head without any notice. You had hoped that might start a discussion about the plane.  You're always interested in hearing from the people who actually end up flying your designs. The moment passes and when Jake's beer has been emptied, he leans out and calls to the group to see if they or anyone else is in need of a refresh.  A few raise their hands in agreement. You still have over half of your  drink left so you shake your head back and forth when he points to you.

He returns beers in hand and instantly reappears at your side. The second half of G&T Number One is spent discussing the climate differences of Michigan versus California versus Texas.  The conversation transitions into other vanilla topics.  You find that he shares a love of baseball and football.  

You discuss the Padres season in great detail.  That brings you to the bottom of your drink.  You take a look around to get a status check on your friends.  Lydia is now almost sitting on Rooster's lap, Beth is still talking with Bob and sharing a basket of popcorn.  She looks content, so you resign yourself to another drink.

G&T Number two finds you discussing books with Jake, not a subject you expected to talk about tonight. 

"I read a lot of nonfiction, history, aviation and military history, the natural world. I like learning things."

He responds, 

"There's only so much tv I can watch when I'm at sea, so reading a book is a nice break.  I prefer a good whodunnit or cheesy mystery novel.  The trashier the better."

"So, no life changing literature?"

He nods and finishes off his beer.  You're starting to notice that his pace is about twice that of yours.  A bit of quick math in your head determines his BAC is definitely in the tipsy territory heading towards sloppy.  

He returns with a new beer and a few tequila shots for the group. Jake offers one to you and you respond,

"Hard pass."

He shrugs and takes the shot and moves to the rest of the group.

G&T Number three is spent playing a game of pool with the rest of the group.  More shots come out and you see Jake go back to the bar a few times for another beer.  Jake uses the opportunity to lean over you to "help improve your  technique".  You enjoy the smug thought that he will likely be hungover tomorrow.  

The pool game finishes and you're in a good mood finally, just the right side of tipsy.  There's about an inch of your drink left and you're planning on heading out soon.  

Jake is instantly close and looming over you.  He is very tall compared to you and he reminds you of a giraffe the way he stretches his neck down to talk to you.  His drunkenness adds a slow loll to his presence.  You decide to throw out an easy question to round out the night, 

"So, tell me about being a fighter pilot."

He hears the question and you can almost see the brain cells connecting and searching his memory bank for something to say.

“It's a great gig. It's always amazing to me that those giant machines get up in the sky somehow," he responds in what feels like a very practiced way.

"You know how planes fly, Elsa?”  

“Yes, I actually have a–” you're interrupted by Jake and you suddenly feel an episode of mansplaining with a heavy side of drunk confidence coming on.  He grabs your drink from your hand and places it on the rail next to where you're standing. He gently grabs your upper arms and rotates you around so your back is against his chest.  

“Here, put out your arms.” 

You decide to play along for the eventual reward this conversation is going to bring. Out your arms go. He mirrors your arms with his and starts the most definitely memorized spiel. 

“It all works on how the wings are shaped, air goes faster over the top of the wing than the bottom of the wing because of the way it’s shaped, kind of like a teardrop on its side.  That creates the lift to get us in the air.  Follow me?” 

You nod, playing dumb for now. He takes his hands and moves them to your waist and continues, 

“That’s not enough though to get flying so we need to add thrust in the form of an engine." 

He has moved close enough behind you that you feel the not so subtle surge of his crotch against your ass when he says the word “thrust”. Your  eyes begin to roll at how cheesy this whole situation is.  

“And then wham-bam-thank-you-maam, we’re up in the air and flying.”  

As he says “up in the air”, he picks you up off the floor.  At this point, you're done, no matter how many gin and tonics you've had and no matter how good he smells, this is such a silly act you can't take it anymore.  You turn your  head, and say flatly, 

“You can put me down, now.”  

He obliges and you can see the mental calculus of him trying to determine how successful this party trick of his has been. The smug shit eating grin on his face makes what you're about to say even better.

During this time, Lydia has stopped weaving her web around Rooster, to lean out and see the look on your  face, the eye rolls, and your general impatience with the routine that she is curious what you'll say next. 

You turn around to face Jake, and you begin your rebuttal,

“Do you get a lot of women to drop their pants for you with that demonstration?  Decent explanation. If we’re going for 4th grade level science, but that might be as far as you got, who knows.  You did leave out a few important factors including the effects of drag, aircraft weight, pressure differential over the wing, you know the basics.”  

You hold up your hand ticking each item off on your fingers to emphasize your point.

His face freezes with one eyebrow arched up in alarm. This is where Lydia lets out her trademark guffaw cackle, and says, 

“You didn’t ask what she does for a living, did you?” 

Rooster has turned around and is looking satisfied that Hangman is going to go down in flames right there on the bar floor.   

“No, why does that matter?”  he croaks out, moderately alarmed.  

“I’ve got a Phd in aerospace engineering from Stanford and work for Lockheed Martin, you jackass."

Jake's eyebrows continue to rise and his face pales. You take a breath and continue,

"If you hadn’t interrupted me in the first place or even listened to a god damn thing I've said in the last two hours you might have picked that up. Like who else would know who makes an F-18, or who else would read a lot of aviation history books?  You could have saved yourself some embarrassment.  I design shit you haven’t even had the chance to fly yet or maybe won’t ever be granted the privilege of flying.” 

You emphasize your last point by jabbing your finger into his chest just left of his gold wings.

At this point the whole khaki crowd has stopped and is now listening to this exchange.  Snickers start to form around the pool table as Jake flushes with embarrassment.  

He stammers, “I didn’t know…I’m sorry.”  

You wave off his half ass apology with a dismissive hand flick,

“It’s okay, you keep trying that shtick and see who you can get into the sack with it.  Don’t worry your little pretty head about it. It’s been an evening and I think I’m going to head out.  Beth - Lydia?”

Beth replies,

“I’m good here for a few more minutes, I’ll text you when I get home.”  

Somewhere in this moment Lydia has moved into the final phase of her plan. You can hear her whispering in Rooster’s ear, 

“Want to go somewhere a little more quiet?” 

He nods enthusiastically like a kindergartner and grabs his beer as Lydia catches his hand and leads him towards the exit.  As she passes, you catch her arm for a quick second and lean in to whisper,

“You prepared? I’ve got some condoms in my purse if you need them.” 

She winks and pats her own purse, 

“All ready to rock and roll,” she whispers back, 

"I think this guy is going to need a Magnum, lucky me!”  

And with that bit of info Lydia has practically dragged Rooster out the door and is gone before you can even think to close your tab.  

You leave Jake gaping like a fish out of water near the pool table and head out to close out your tab.  Penny leans in as you sign the credit card receipt, and says, 

“That was stone cold, sister, he’s not a bad guy, mostly the ego that comes with pilots, but you might find he’s got more beneath the surface.” 

You sigh and reply, 

“Yeah, the presentation is good, but man, does the delivery and content need some work.  See ya around, Penny.”  

You're back at home in a loose hoodie from your undergrad years at Notre Dame, no bra, and comfy pants and with opening credits of Bridgerton rolling within 15 minutes.  

Chapter 2

@mayhemmanaged

@callmemana

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[willowcrowned]

Hi! I know you haven't written for teen wolf in a while, but if you feel like it, maybe your favorite characters fighting (or just interacting with) a creature you wish was on the show? I love your writing by the way, I really like how your dialog sounds!

oh, thank you so much for saying that! One of the things I do try to cultivate with my writing is a rhythm in the patterns of the words and lines, so the fact that someone noticed it is really nice to hear :)

I didn't manage to write a full oneshot for this—my energy fizzled out halfway through—but since I don't want to leave you high and dry, here's what I did manage to get through:

There are exactly three seconds between Stiles seeing the creature and Stiles realizing that he’s about to win a betting pool filled with more money he’s seen in his entire life. Those three seconds are filled with fangs, blood, and tortured moaning that sounds like it’s straight out of the dubious porn he once got grounded for downloading. Then things click, because Stiles isn’t an idiot. He knows what he’s seen. It’s a vampire.

“It’s not a vampire,” Derek says the minute Stiles tells him. “Vampires aren’t real.”

Peter—who, by the way, Stiles still thinks they should stick right back in the ground, though it’s not like anyone listens to him when he says objectively true things—immediately agrees, and then murmurs something patronizing and irritating that Stiles refuses to acknowledge.

“Says who?” Stiles argues back, because like fuck is he backing down on this one. The only alternative is a weirdo with a blood fetish and surgically sharpened teeth, and those don’t usually actually fly.

“Says centuries of supernatural scholarly inquiry.” Peter, if it’s possible, looks even more evil and patronizing.

“Oh, fuck you.” Stiles huffs, and stomps out of Derek’s new place—much less disgusting than anywhere else he’s stayed, but more depressing in that Stiles is pretty sure the chandeliers cost more than he’ll ever make in his life—to go find someone who will listen.

-

“Oh, yeah, it’s totally a vampire,” Lydia says, and Stiles isn’t sure whether to whoop with victory or collapse into her white faux fur bowl chair with matching lavender throw pillow. “Did they tell you it wasn’t?”

Stiles nods.

Lydia makes a noise of disgust. “Not a single reputable research practice between them. I’ve been reading those books they lent me, and even when they do put the sources in, half the time the source is just ‘it is known.’ No wonder the supernatural world is in shambles if none of them can muster together a decent research team.”

“Is the supernatural world in shambles?” Stiles asks curiously.

“If it wasn’t, would anyone be letting Derek bite random teenagers and turn them into venomous lizard monsters?”

“Point.” Stiles decides to sit down. “So, what’s the plan?”

Lydia finally turns around from where she’s been sitting at her desk, going through the most immaculately color-coded spreadsheet Stiles has seen in his life. She smiles. It’s a little terrifying. And very hot. “Research.”

#prompt game responses #anon

[seanfalco]

New York State of Mind: Part IV | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 5k Warnings: Language, Smut (rough sex, public sex), Recreational Drug Use Summary: Win’s Nathan has finally figured out Lydia’s hidden kink and gets to reap the benefits while Win and Lyddie’s Nathan have some fun of their own and decide to help Lydia audition for a Broadway musical. a/n: The fourth and final installment of the New York City arc, but don’t worry, there’s so much more yet to come.

[ masterlist ] [ New York State of Mind: Part III ]

"I want you!"  

Lydia pressed Win's Nathan against the wall as soon as they walked into the room, kissing his neck and tugging at his shirt aggressively.  "Do you guys want us to move somewhere else so you get the room?" she asked, glancing over at Win and her own Nathan. 

"Nope," he chuckled, knowing better than to try to contain Lydia's hunger when she got a taste of blood.  "I wanna have a smoke anyway..." he glanced down at Win, a joint magically appearing between his fingers.  "Wanna join me, Winnie?"

“You read my mind,” Win mused, glancing down at the blunt in his hand before back up at him, wetting her lips. 

“Oh, good,” Win’s Nathan groaned, sliding his hands down Lyddie’s backside to squeeze her ass possessively.  “Oh, I want you too Lollipop,” he exclaimed, directing the smuggest grin at the others.

Lyddie's Nathan shot his fiancé a wink before closing the door.  He thought about going to the pool again, but Win seemed like a girl who liked surprises.  "Let's go, baby," he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around her waist on the way to the elevator.

"God, you're so sexy!" Lydia crawled to the bed, ripping off her shirt and skirt as fast as she possibly could. "Come here, bet you won't feel lonely anymore..."

“You’re th’sexy one, babe,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, ripping his shirt over his head as he hurried toward the bed. “God, I want yeh so bad.  Been thinkin’ bout last night all day.”

“Me too, Natty, it's been torture waiting to get my hands on you!"  Lydia pulled him closer, their lips crashing together as she unzipped his jeans, humming with satisfaction.  "You don't even know what you do to me..."

“Oh, but I do,” he groaned, between heated kisses, his jeans dropping to the floor and his hands roaming Lydia’s body, groping and pinching, pulling her closer.

"You do...?" she froze for a second, glancing over at the ginger ale on the nightstand before shaking her head slightly, pushing the idea away from her mind and going back to snogging.

“O-oh, yeah,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, dragging his lips down her neck, biting at her as his fingers teased her folds, feeling how wet she was.  “You drive me just as crazy baby,” he murmured, guiding her hand to his erection.  “See how rock hard I am?  You did that.”

Lydia gasped as her hand found his cock.  His words, his touch, his breathing, his smell... everything was driving her mad that night.  "Oh, please use me, use me the way you want, make me yours," she whined, feeling her arousal coating the inside of her thighs.

Nathan's brows rose at her words and his mouth suddenly went dry.  "Holy shit," he breathed.  The lust drenched look on her face was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and his cock gave a twitch in her hand.  "Wanna do it doggy style?" he asked, pinching her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Oh, it's been so long... Yes, please, Natty!"  Lydia's chest heaved in anticipation as she jumped to her knees and turned around slowly, pressing her back to Win's Nathan's chest, taking her hair out of the way to give him access to her neck.  "Make me," she purred.

"Oh Lyddie, fuck you're hot," he groaned, pressing his face against her shoulder.

Lydia moaned as she felt Win's Nathan's hand on her throat, melting in his arms when his other hand found her sex.  "Go ahead, Nats, squeeze," she begged, grinding against his election. It's not like choking her would make a huge difference with her power, but she wanted it anyway. "Show me what a filthy girl I am, give me the punishment I deserve..."

"Oh, you're such a bad little girl, Lyddie," Win's Nathan growled in her ear, squeezing her throat til he felt her arch in his embrace, his fingers between her legs moving in a circular motion, gliding over her easily with how wet she was.  "Oh fuck, I'm gunna love punishin' you.  With my cock.  I'm gunna fuck yeh til y’can't walk right tomorrow, love."

Lydia shivered from Nathan's voice next to her ear.  "Give me a lesson, Natty, teach me to be a good girl for you," she managed to say, her voice strained as she fought not to come from the stimulation of his fingers.  "I need you inside of me, please..." she stopped herself before saying 'sir', scared to freak him out.

"Oh, I'll teach yeh a thing or two, y'little minx," Nathan exclaimed, slipping his hand from her neck to her shoulder, forcing her down on all fours before him.  "Oh, you're so fuckin' wet, so needy baby.  I wonder why..." he mused with a smirk as he gripped his cock, teasing her folds as his hand on her shoulder slid down her back to her ass, spreading his palm over the curve of it before pulling back to leave a sharp slap.

With a yelp, Lydia fell on her hands, the knowledge that Win's Nathan could do anything he wanted to her was exciting.  She moaned helplessly as the pain from the slap turned into pleasure.  "You did this to me, you left me dripping..." she whimpered, still holding back her orgasm as he teased her with his cock.  "More," she begged.

“More, huh?" Nathan mused, spanking her again, leaving a red welt across her ass as he pressed into her, gripping her hip with his other hand to stabilize himself as he thrust completely into her.  "Like that?"

"Yes!" Lydia shuddered, crying with pleasure.  "Oh fuck, Natty, you're so good to me, you make me feel so good... I wanna come for you," she turned her neck to look at him, the moments from earlier at the pub playing on repeat in her head.

Nathan grinned at the desperate look on Lydia's face.  "Oh, you'll come alright, several times, if I have my way," he exclaimed, hoping he'd be able to hold out that long.  Tangling his hand in her colourful hair, he yanked back, forcing her head up as he began to thrust into her, slamming into her with abandon.

No one had ever pulled Lyddie's hair like that, it just never came up, but it felt so good... One more thing to add to her list.  With Win's Nathan's permission, Lydia came, biting her lip to avoid screaming.  "Play with my piercings, pinch me, Natty," she asked, sweat dripping down her neck, but she didn't feel tired.

 "Such a kinky thing," Win's Nathan groaned, biting his lip as he had to slow, needing to cool it or he was gunna come as well.  Leaning over Lydia, he braced himself with one hand while pinching her nipple with the other, twisting at her piercing roughly as he continued to pound into her.  "Ohhh, you feel so good.  So good for me."

"All for you, just for you," Lydia murmured, feeling the tingling excitement starting to build in her lower stomach once again.  "I love you," she blurted out, feeling confused, her mind in a haze with feelings and sensations.

Nathan nearly stopped in surprise at her exclamation, managing to only slow for a moment before bucking into her again.  "I love yeh too, Lollipop," he grunted.  "Fuck.  So much," he murmured, kissing her back.

“I'm getting close again, baby," Lydia looked back at him with a pleased smile.  "I might love you, but I still want you to ruin me," she moaned, moving back into his thrusts to get him to go deeper.

"Can do sweetheart," Nathan exclaimed, picking up the pace again, feeling his climax hovering, not sure how far he could last like this.

Lydia knew Nathan was probably struggling to keep going and she wanted him to feel good, especially after being so good to her... "I want you to come too, Natty, fill me up, baby."

“Oh yeah, I’ll fill yeh up sweetheart!”  As soon as the words were out of his mouth he couldn’t hold back any longer, coming inside her with a broken cry, thrusting roughly several more times as he emptied himself deep inside her, hearing her moans as well.

Lydia fell on her back, still shaking from how intense that last orgasm was.  She was spent, but never felt so great in her life.  "Oh my God, Natty, you've outdone yourself... can you give me that?" she pointed at the bottle on the nightstand.  "I'm so thristy, Jesus..."

Though his own muscles felt like water, Win’s Nathan crawled over to the table to grab the drink for Lydia.  “You were wonderful, you were so fucking amazing Lyddie.  I love you so much,” he murmured as he collapsed next to her.

"Thank you," Lydia sipped from the bottle slowly as her heart calmed down in her chest.  "I love you too, Nats, you were perfect, I love it when you're rough to me..." she handed him the bottle back, laying on his chest.

Win’s Nathan pulled Lydia closer, wrapping his arms around her gently, soothingly running his hands up and down her back.  “I like that y’like it rough.  Win doesn’t like it that rough... it’s nice t’be able to share that with you,” he admitted.

"Yeah, it's our little secret," Lydia narrowed her eyes playfully before lifting her head to kiss him.  "Hey, speaking of secrets, do you think you can keep a... " her voice disappeared as she realized what she was about to do.  "I'm so tired, will you hold me as I fall asleep?"

“Secret?  I can keep a secret...” Win’s Nathan murmured, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes open, so when she changed her mind, draping herself over him he didn’t mind, simply holding her close as she fell asleep.  “I think I might already know your secret, darlin,” he murmured when he was sure she was out.  “And I think it’s adorable.”

Lydia heard Nathan saying something as she fell asleep, but she wasn't sure what, too exhausted to even open her eyes.  The last thing that crossed her mind was how much she loved him, how much she loved her own Nathan, and Win, she doesn't even know how she used to breathe without them.

——

“Where are you taking me tonight, Nathan?” Win asked, wrapping her arm around Nathan’s back, excitement coursing through her.

"We're goin' to the sauna, baby."  He smiled mischievously.  "I could use some time t'relax... since it's closed there won't be anyone t'bother us."

“Ooo, sauna,” Win mused, “I’ve never been in one, actually,” she said, thinking about it for a moment.  “Looks like another first I get to spend with you.” 

"Me neither, I s'pose we'll figure it out together, love," Lyddie's Nathan mused, kissing the top of her head just as the elevator stopped and they stepped outside.  "I love t'shag high, you've done that, right?"

“Oh, yeah,” Win exclaimed, leaning into Lyddie’s Nathan’s side, tilting her chin up to look at him.  “It’s been a while, though.  Have you really been thinkin’ bout this all day?” she asked with a laugh, feeling heat pool between her legs at the thought. 

"Of course, it's kinda hard not to after what we've done, it was a real struggle not t'shag you earlier.  I was hopin' t'get you for myself tonight..." Nathan led the way, unlocking the door to the sauna with a snap of his fingers. 

Win's lips twisted in amusement as she thought about them shagging in that little car, trying not to be caught.  That, plus the fact he'd been thinking about her all day only served to turn her on more. 

"Really?" she asked, biting her lip.  "Mmm, me too, actually," she admitted, following him into the dark room.  

"Y'have?" Lyddie's Nathan shed his shirt and fumbled with the buttons on the wall for a bit. "Then you must be in desperate need for some attention, sweetie..." he pulled a lighter from his pocket to light up the joint between his lips.

Win watched as he inhaled, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long moment before exhaling slowly, the smoke rolling over her and she grinned, taking the blunt from him to bring to her own lips, inhaling deeply, letting the calming effect of the marijuana spread through her before blowing the smoke away, coughing slightly.

"Oh that's nice," she murmured, offering the blunt back to Lyddie's Nathan.  As soon as she turned around Nathan let his hands slip around her, seeking her breasts to fondle roughly as he kissed down her exposed neck, sucking and biting, leaving little love marks as he went before moving his hands, one going up to gently circle her throat while the other buried between her legs.

"Y'know, I've read somewhere that y'get high faster when your tits are out, we should try it..." Lyddie's Nathan snaked his hand under Win's shirt while taking another drag.  "I'm so worked up, Winnie, I need it!  And I know ya need it too," he passed the joint to her once again, idly rolling her nipples between his fingers while kissing the marks he left on her neck. 

"Oh y'heard that, did ya?" Win asked with a smirk, her breath catching as he played with her tits, and she melted against him as he kissed her.  "D'you like knowing that you made those?" she breathed as she pulled back to quickly shed her shirt, letting it fall to the ground at their feet. 

"Yeah, I love knowin' that it was me... And you're mine," Nathan sighed, watching hypnotized as Win undressed under the light fog of the sauna.  He wet his lips before leaning in to kiss her, his head completely empty except for the feeling of her lips on his.  "Please, baby" he whispered, giving her what she wanted.

"God, I like hearing you beg like that Natty," she groaned, unbuttoning his jeans.  "I need you too,” she murmured, kissing him back, her hands running down his bare chest.  "Please what?" she purred, her hands pausing near his navel, before her fingers teasingly danced over his hip bones, tracing the little line of stars there.

"Please... ma'am?  Please.... mistress?  Please... let me shag your brains out?" Nathan mumbled, not used to being the one begging, his eyes glued to Win's hand on his hip.  "I want you, really bad." 

Win laughed, plucking the blunt from Lyddie's Nathan's fingers to take one more draw.  "Mistress, huh, never been called that before," she mused, leaning in to press a kiss to his chest before moving lower, til she was on her knees before him. Looking up she wet her lips.  "Y'know I've been thinking about this for a while now," she said, grasping his cock with one hand while the other lingered at his hip.  "I've never got to suck you off yet," she murmured, laving her tongue along his length before circling his head and taking him into her mouth. "

"Jesus," Lyddie's Nathan clenched his eyes shut as Win took him in her mouth.  "Yeah, I've been thinkin' about it too, but I didn't know if you'd be into it... God I'm glad y'are, this feels so good," his hand traveled to the back of her head, but without pushing, Lyddie liked when he pushed, but he wasn't sure Win would appreciate it.  "Fuck, Winnie baby, I'll call ya anythin' if you keep doin' that..."

Win chuckled as she bobbed her head, pulling back to speak. "I don't know if you've noticed babe, but oral is kinda my thing," she murmured with a smirk, teasingly licking at him as she held his gaze before wrapping her lips around him once more, letting his tip hit the back of her throat as her other hand traveled down his hip to his balls, caressing them gently. 

"Yeah, you're quite good at it..." Lyddie's Nathan murmured, enjoying every last second of that, but not wanting to finish and leave Win hanging.  He still wanted to quench the thirst left by those kisses in the back of the car.  "Your mouth is just... Oh, I should beg more often if that's what I get after."

Win pulled Lyddie's Nathan's cock from her mouth with a soft pop as she stood, raising up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips.  "As much as I'd like to finish you with my mouth, where would that leave me?" she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck.  "I want you inside me, Natty.  Make me yours," she whispered, feeling sweat begin to coat her as the room filled with steam.

"Gladly..." Lyddie's Nathan pulled Win closer, kissing her urgently, greedily.  "I guess now it's my turn," he grinned as he quickly switched positions, staying on top of her.  He lowered his head to take her nipple between his lips, while teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock.  "And your turn to beg." 

"Ohh, aren't you smooth," Win gasped, "you'll have to do better than that to make me beg," she teased, trying to keep the whine from her voice. 

"Really?  Okay, I s'pose I could finish myself off," Lyddie's Nathan teased further.  "That's too bad though, I was really lookin' forward to fuckin' you so good you'd wake the entire hotel up, but if you don't wanna be a good girl..."

"Wait!" Win exclaimed suddenly, grasping at him, "I'll be good, please Nathan," she whined, wrapping her legs around him.

"That's better..." Lyddie's Nathan nodded, capturing her lips once again as he thrusted into her.  "See?  That's what y'get for bein' good, you like that, Winnie?" he groaned in between kisses. 

“Oh, yes,” Win exclaimed with a sigh, “I love you, Natty,” she whimpered, burying her face in his chest as he moved in her.

"I love you too, baby" Lyddie's Nathan moaned, kneading her breasts somewhat gently, wanting to savour the touch of her soft skin.  "I love you so much, my Winnie."

Win gasped as she came, pulling Lyddie’s Nathan closer, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he continued to thrust into her, riding her through her high and she cried out, their sweat slicked skin sliding and sticking together.

“Oh, Nathan— I’m yours!” she panted as he came as well, filling her. 

Lyddie's Nathan came as soon as he felt Win clenching around him, her moans only driving him crazier. " And I'm yours..." he panted, placing a loving kiss to her lips.  "How'd I do today?  Did I follow all your instructions?" 

Win grinned incredulously.  “You followed it to the letter didn’t you?  Oh my God, Nathan, I... I don’t know what to say.  That’s so sweet,” she murmured. “How are you so perfect?” 

"I wanted t'make a good impression, you're my girlfriend too..." he shrugged, holding Win tighter.  "You deserve it, baby, y'make me happy, y'make Lyddie happy... I love you." 

“I love you too,” Win repeated, feeling tears prick her eyes.  “It’s not often you get to fall in love with the same guy twice,” she murmured, stroking his face.  “You have his face, and his name, and his life, but... you’re not him.  You’re you and... you’re different and I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I love you just as much.  I wanna be with you and him and Lyddie forever,” she murmured.

If she hadn’t been high, she didn’t know if she would have admitted so much, but it felt right to say and she waited for Lyddie’s Nathan’s response. 

"Y'know, a while ago I told Lyds I couldn't imagine a future without her, and I still can't, I love that freaky little thing... But now I can't imagine a future without you, and I don't think she can either," Nathan didn't exactly know what he wanted to say with that, just that he wanted to be with them, this way, for the rest of his life…

Win hugged Lyddie’s Nathan fiercely, overcome with emotion for a moment.  “It’s getting really hot in here,” she murmured, not exactly wanting to move, but also starting to feel a little lightheaded.

"Yeah, sorry, but y'know, maybe it's just me, I do that..." he waved his hand and the sauna stopped.  "D'you wanna get back, baby?" he stroked her hair, still thinking about what she confessed.

Win giggled.  "You are pretty hot," she murmured, snuggling closer.  "I don't really wanna move, but..." she whined softly, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.

"Me neither, I just wanna stay like this... But how about Lyddie and your Nathan?  They're probably gonna get lonely in a bed with only two people," he laughed.

"You're right," Win agreed, smiling softly.  "I don't know if I could fall asleep with only one person in bed anymore," she admitted, sitting up.  "Ugh, I wish we didn't have to walk and you could just magic us back to the room," she joked, “though I know it doesn't work like that."

"I'm not that powerful, but I can do this..." Nathan magically dressed and dried them with a silly flourish of his hands. "Come on, baby, we have a lot t'do tomorrow, and I'll need your help if this plan's gonna work."

"What did you have in mind?" Win asked, perking up despite how exhausted she felt, slipping her arm around his waist as they headed back to the room, wanting to be as close to him as she could.

"I'm gonna get Lyds into Rock of Ages, she'd be perfect for it.  It does involve some strippin' on stage," Lyddie's Nathan rolled his eyes.  "But I s'pose we can live with that," he stumbled out of the elevator, taking Win with him.

"You s'pose, huh?" Win teased.  "I'm in.  I remember the look on her face when we brought it up.  I don't think she'd try for it otherwise, even though it's obvious she wants it."  Win stopped as they got to their door, turning to take Lyddie's Nathan's face between her hands.  "You're sweet," she said, rising up on her toes to press a peck to his lips.  "And I love you," she continued following that with another kiss.  "That's all, we can go in now," she laughed.

"And I love you, baby," he opened the door, still a little high with both the weed and the sex.  He found he likes to be called 'sweet', it didn't happen often, but I felt good.  "Look at these two," Nathan chuckled while undressing, Lyddie and his clone were completely out, holding each other.

“Like a couple of rabbits,” Win laughed, “though I suppose we aren’t any better,” she mumbled as she crawled under the sheets, pulling Lyddie’s Nathan’s arm around her.

"Yeah, we don't have much room t'talk," he wrapped his arms around Win, kissing her neck softly while one of his hands reached for Lyddie's.  "Good night, baby."

——

The next morning Win’s Nathan stirred as he felt a pair of lips brush against his forehead.  “Nathan, babe, wake up sweetheart,” Win’s soft voice in his ear said and he groaned, rolling toward her. 

“Winnie?  I missed you,” he whined and she laughed softly.

“I missed you too, but I need you to wake up.  There’s something we need to do.”

Lydia sighed, mumbling incoherently, before shifting in her sleep, not waking up. 

"I think bein' in a Broadway show will be great for her career," Lyddie's Nathan was on the phone with her manager.  "It doesn't have t'be an open run, just a few months, and rehearsals don't start until October anyway.  She can start on the new album as soon as we're back home as leave everythin' ready."

“What’s goin’ on?” Win’s Nathan asked as he sat up, looking around.

“Shhh, don’t wake Lyddie,” Win whispered, pulling him to his feet.

Lyddie's Nathan waved, signalling them to come closer and immediately putting one finger in front of his lips.  "Then it's a deal, I'll sign her up right now, fingers crossed, ey?  See ya, man." he hung up with a triumphant look on his face.  "Now we just need a good video of her with the right song."

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed as her Nathan quickly dressed.  “So how do we get that?” he asked.  “Are y’plannin’ on tellin’ her about it?”

"If she gets the gig we'll tell her, if she doesn't, she won't get hurt..." Lyddie's Nathan nodded as if he was the most brilliant human being on the planet.  "I've never picked an audition song before, but from what Lyds told me, it has to match the show, so '80s rock."

“Good idea, babe,” Win agreed.  “Eighties rock huh...” she mused.  

“How about Don’t Stop Believin’?” The other Nathan suggested.  “Is that from the 80s?”

"I think so, yeah. That song’s in the show, it could work... all we gotta do is film her, and e-mail the video, but how do we get her t'sing that...?" 

"Hmmm," Lydia slowly sat up, stretching with a groan.  "Good morning, loves."

“Mornin’!” Win’s Nathan yelped, moving in to distract her with a kiss. 

“I think I have an idea,” Win whispered in Lyddie’s Nathan’s ear.  “But I think it might work best if we’re out and about.”

"Then let's eat at the Hard Rock, take a walk around the theatre district, she loves it," Lyddie's Nathan whispered.

"Hey," Lydia immediately turned red remembering the night before.  "Did you sleep well?" 

“Like a log,” Win’s Nathan answered, running his fingers through her hair.  “You? Feelin’ okay?” he teased.  “Hope I wasn’t too rough.” 

"I'm great," she hid her face in his chest, not wanting to stare him in the eye.  "You can never be too rough with me, you were amazing."

“That’s good t’know, y’kinky little thing.  Gives me some ideas,” he mused with a smirk.

“Perfect,” Win mused, watching Lydia, already with an idea in mind.  “How are you feeling today?” she asked, turning back to the Nathan next to her.

"Never better, especially after our little talk yesterday," Lyddie's Nathan pulled Win into his arms. "How are you, baby?"

“Mmm, can’t complain,” Win exclaimed lightly before grinning and jumping up to give him a kiss.  “I’m really good.  Now let’s go get Lyddie this role.”

Lydia giggled quietly, running her hand through Win's Nathan's hair.  "And you say that as we're about to leave?  When I'll have to imagine it all day?" she looked around, everyone was already dressed.  "I'll be ready in a second, guys, I swear," she jumped from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

——

“Hey, Lyddie, do you know of any good music stores around?” Win asked as they walked, looping her arm in Lydia’s.  “I was thinking ‘bout looking for a new guitar... as a little celebration for becoming your guitarist.”

"Aww sweetheart, you're so cute!" she sighed, pulling Win closer.  "Yeah, Guitar Center is five minutes from here at the 44th, I got my acoustic there last time, it's a paradise for musicians."

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed, shooting the Nathans a pointed look.  Once they stepped inside the store, Win pulled Lydia toward the wall of electric guitars.  “What do you think, should I replace my yellow one?” she asked.

"I don't think you should replace it, but in my experience it's better to have a spare if you're working with music," Lydia mused, looking around.  "Look, this Mitchell MD200, it's not too expensive... and it's pretty good, this one even matches your hair."

Win looked at the lime green one Lyddie’d pointed to and she took it down.  “I like it,” she mused, running her fingers over the strings.  What d’you think, should I test it out?”

"Sure, give it a try, see how it feels," Lydia smiled.  Meanwhile, her Nathan already had his phone prepared to start filming, sitting with his clone on a bench where he could get a good angle.

“Only if you’ll sing with me,” Win exclaimed with a grin.  “Please, Lyds?”

"Fine, anything you want," she was so happy that Win had actually accepted her offer, she didn't even question it.

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed, pretending to think of a song.  “How about this one, I’m sure you know it, everyone does.  Don’t Stop Believing’?” she asked, holding her breath.

"Of course!  I grew up with Glee, it's one of my favorites," Lyddie sat by Win to watch as she played.

Win plugged the guitar into one of the nearby amps and began to play, glancing up at the boys as Lydia joined in singing.  She couldn’t believe their plan was actually working.

Lyddie was having so much fun, she really missed making music with Win, and it was music that brought them together in the first place, so it was really special for her.  A few people gathered to watch and her Nathan quietly documented the entire thing.

By the time Win finished playing there was quite the crowd gathered and she turned to Lydia.  “Thank you for singing with me, babe, I’m so excited to be making music with you again,” she murmured, leaning in closer.

"Me too, Winnie, I still can't believe we're really doing this," Lyds gently pressed her lips to Win's.  "Actually, pass me the guitar, I'll get it for you, it's my 'welcome to the band' gift."

“Oh Lyds, you don’t have t’do that,” Win exclaimed, but the determined look in her girlfriend’s eyes stopped her from protesting further.

"I know I don't, but I want to," Lydia quickly took the guitar to pay for it.  "It's perfect for you, and it matches my blue one perfectly." 

"Brilliant!" her Nathan celebrated when she was gone.  "It really worked, I'll send it right away!"

“I can’t believe that worked,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, pulling her into his arms.  “You’re brilliant, babe.” 

“Nahh, I just knew Lyddie wouldn’t be able to resist singing with me.”

"And who is able to resist your charms?" Lyddie's Nathan purred, playing with Win's hair.  "Poor impressionable Lyds didn't stand a chance." 

"We should probably drop this off at the hotel," Lydia came back with the guitar in a leather case and gave it to her girlfriend.  "Welcome to the band!"

“Thank you, Lollipop, really, I don’t deserve you,” Win murmured, pulling Lydia into the midst of their group hug as well.

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#misfits #nathan young #misfits fic #nathan young x oc #nathan x lyddie #nathan x win #otp: green apple lollipop #oc stuff #collaboration #timeline anomaly’verse

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can you maybe give recommendations for good wlw fanfictions, i would owe you my life (⌒▽⌒)☆

Yeah. I love something different!

hope makes the world go round by foundyourheart

(1/1 I 828 I General I Allison/Kira)

allison/kira + holding hands for the first time

Tranference by 1001cranes

(1/1 I 1,139 I Teen I Laura/Lydia)

When the dust settles - after Jackson comes back to life and decides to leave town, Porsche screaming - those left behind spend a lot of time squirming, and apologizing, and sending gestures of support that mean very little far too late. Lydia is rarely forgiving of bad results based on good intentions.

Later, they try to make her pick sides. As if either have anything to offer. As if Lydia has ever needed anyone but herself.

Hideaway by ThiamHarpy

(1/1 I 1,246 I Explicit I Malia/Kira)

Malia + Kira + Cabin in the woods = A good time. A getaway, a hideaway..

&I can't pretend (that I'm not in love with my best friend) by melbopo

(1/1 I 1,633 I Teen I Allydia)

Allison and Lydia just have to pretend to date for a couple of weeks to reap 80% of the profits from the betting pool the pack has on them. All it is, is hanging out and holding hands, what could possibly go wrong?

simmer down and pucker up by theocrains

(1/1 I 2,131 I Explicit I Allydia)

Seventeen year-old Allison gets sent to the principal, Ms. Martin’s, office and receives a punishment she neither expects nor regrets.

there are rows & rows & rows by magneticwave

(1/1 I 4,621 I Teen I Sterek)

There are at least fourteen things Danny would much rather be doing right now, including sawing off his own arm and stabbing puppies with knives, and yet he’s still here, around the corner from their Econ lecture hall, coaching Stiles through asking their TA out for coffee.

Break Me In by wishingonalightningbolt

(1/1 I 10,425 I Explicit I Sterek)

Dara Hale has one epic grievance with her current life, and it is her inability to get off like the hot-blooded American female she is. There's also her epic crush on Stiles Stilinski, who is probably straight and too attractive for her own good, and that's not really helping matters.

-0-

She likes to think of Stiles pressing her up against the tile wall of the girl’s bathroom during lunch, kissing her fiercely, quickly, because she wants to do it but she doesn’t want to get caught. She likes to think of Stiles slipping a hand into her jeans, into her underwear, and—

You Must Like Me For Me by allyasavestheday

(11/35 I 98,680 I Mature I Cora/Lydia)

“You don’t have to pretend,” Cora says, and if it comes out a little more aggressively than she intends, she doesn’t care.

Lydia pulls back, pen stilling. “What?”

“You don’t have to pretend to like me just because we have to work on this project together.”

“I’m not,” Lydia says. Her tone is neutral. She sniffs. “I don’t have an opinion of you either way.”

Cora zeroes in on the uptick in her voice, the little tremor that gives away her lie. “Yeah, sure. I know girls like you.” _____

Lydia Martin has never paid much attention to Cora Hale. That is, until Cora, rising star of the girls soccer team, quits days before regionals, killing any chance they had of winning state for the fifth season in a row, and becoming the most hated junior at Beacon Hills.

Our two lives are God's love story by puppybusby

(100/100 I 262,973 I Teen I Allydia)

"I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you."

(Or; All of the times Allison and Lydia fell in love)

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #allydia #girl!stiles #allison argent #lydia martin #femslash

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Game night part 2/2

part 7 of ‘Out of the box way of starting a family’ part 1-part 2-part 3-part 4-part 5- part 6-

summary: let’s continue game night.

Lena walked back into the living room, placing the baby monitor on the coffee table. She sat back on the couch next to Kara.

“Sorry about that.” Lena apologized, snuggling into Kara’s side who swung an arm around her and pulled her closer.

“no problem Lena. I can imagine that must have been exhausting for the little one.” Iris commented. Earning confirmation from the rest of Team Flash.

“Did she fall asleep fast?” Kara asked giving Lena a loving kiss on her temple.

“not without putting on a little fight. She was too tired to keep it up for long.”

“Thank Rao. I didn’t like dealing with the other scenario.” Kara breathed out. The two mothers were so engrossed in their own bubble, gushing about their daughter they didn’t notice the curious looks they got from team Flash.

Alex jumped in to elaborate.

“let’s just leave it at that Lydia has a good set of lungs.” The grimace shown on her, thinking back at the last time her niece put on a fuss for taking a nap said enough.

“Does she already have manifesting superpowers?” Cisco was getting excited again and was forgetting to lower his voice. Earning him a reprimanding from Frost.

“not so load moron.”

“sorry” Cisco looked down in shame. He really didn’t want to wake the baby but he was just too excited.

“it’s okay Cisco,” Kara reassured her friend.

“yes, she already has some superpowers. Super hearing is one of them. That is one of the big reasons she doesn’t like loud noises. Lena has already made her noise-cancelling headphones. We have also sound proved her room. So you can be as loud as you wish, she won’t hear you.” Hearing all this really got Cisco excited. He rapidly started firing questions at Lena, who happily answered all of them.

The two even arranged to meet at the DEO one of these days.

Not long after that, the group decided to start the first game of the night. Frost thought Caitlin would enjoy this more so retreaded to the background.

Like every game, night teams were made. Kara and Lena, Alex and Sam and Ruby if she wanted to joins but she mostly played on her switch she got from her aunts. Barry, Nia and Winn. Barry and Iris and as of last Caitlin and Cisco. Not wanting to go for the games that took hours to play it was decided to start with Uno. No matter the game Lena and Alex were always competitive, forcing their girlfriends to real them in on several times.

A knock on the door interrupted the fourth game. Lena had won two of them and Alex one so the game was very heated. Kara decided to let Lena play and stood up. Team Arrow was quickly let into the apartment and given a drink while they tried to find a place to sit. The game ended with Alex and Sam winning. Kara and Sam believed this was a good moment to choose another game. Much to Lena’s and Alex’s dismay. They wanted to play another game to determinate who was the best. Kara and Sam quickly defuse the situation, placing team Arrow between Lena and Alex. Putting a barrier between the two hoping to stop a full-on Danvers-Luthor fight.

The already rowdy bunch grew even larger when the legends arrived. Sara, Ava, Ray, Nate, Charlie and Mick. The rest of the group was actually surprised at how quiet the legends actually were.

Before Lena had agreed to the legends coming she had Ava promise to tone them in. Lena had even had a short talk with the team over a hollow gram talk. Making the Luthor even more imposing. She reminded them to keep their vulgar down, to not curse and that whoever makes her little girl cry will have her to face.

The call came after a long day at L-Corp and she was wearing one of her most powerful power suites. Even Mick was intimidated by her even though he didn’t say it. Nata and Ray were visibly quivering in their boots.

When everybody was their Winn was quickly to start a game of monopoly. Again groups were made. After the war began.

Nate and Ray were quickly bankrupted, Cisco and Caitlin shortly followed. Frost wasn’t that interested in the game. Iris and Barry were struggling, Felicity and Oliver weren’t doing much better. Laurel and Dinah were doing rather well. But the once who are dominating the game were Alex, Lena and Sara. Their partners letting them be their competitive selves. Mick and Charlie just were watching the massacre of the heroes before them and drinking expensive liquor.

Kara was stroking Lena’s back while she watched her girlfriend dominate the game. Sharing glances with Sam and Ava, their girlfriends also being engrossed in the game. Kara, Sam and Ava are just happy to see things go smoothly.

 Like true Kryptonian fashion, only a little over two hours later noise started coming from the baby monitor. Lena looked up, the game is all but forgotten when her maternal instincts kicked in.

“I will get it.” Kara gave Lena a small smile and a kiss on the cheek before walking getting up walking toward her daughter.

Lydia was already standing up in her bed looking at her mother with a huge smile. Kara couldn’t help but coo over her little girl.

“hey ukiem. Had a nice nap?” Lydia nodded vigorously holding up her hand to be lifted up. Kara happily complied, placing little kisses all over her daughter's face. Lydia still wasn’t fully awake and would probably take another half hour before she would be her energetic self. In the meantime, she opted to clamp onto her mothers like a little koala.

“mama, hungry.” And like always after a nap, much like Kara the girl was starving.

“Alright little one, let’s get you some food. Want to eat it in the kitchen?” Kara asked walking toward the kitchen, avoiding the living room.

“mommy,” Lydia answered snuggling into her mother's arms.

“you sure ukiem. There are a couple of new people who have arrived.” Kara tried to prepare her for even more people. The little girl, however, was determined to eat with her other mother.

“Mommy!” Kara looked down at her daughter and was met with the famous Luthor glare. Even on her tired face looked a lot like Lena.

“Alright, alright ukiem. Let me make a sandwich and see how mommy is doing.” Kara takes the silence and the head resting on her shoulder as a confirmation.

 Lena was winning. Sara and Alex were good opponents but her CEO skills gave her the upper hand. The rest of the teams have either given up or had gone bankrupt.

Mick and Charlie had even started a betting pool over who would win. The legends had put their money on Sara. Team Arrow on Alex and team Flash on Lena. Although Ava had placed a secret bet on Lena.

Over the course of the game Lena had systematically taken over the board and Ava saw when someone was struggling and Alex and Sara were struggling.

Lena looked up when she heard Kara talking. In one hand she was holding a couple of sandwiches, while Lydia was resting in the other, still half asleep.

Seeing her other mother Lydia reached out her hands to switch. Moments like these Lena felled loved, her lover and daughter at her side just sharing the simple moments in life. Lena would love to grow old like this.

“Hello, a chroi. How was your nap?” Lena takes Lydia from Kara, who sets the plate of food on the floor before sitting down herself. Lydia still doesn’t say much but nod at Lena.

Lena repositions herself so she can sit more comfortably with a toddler on her lap, while Kara rips off small pieces of the sandwich and gives it to Lydia.

Team Arrow and the legends are simply mesmerized by the little girl and the fact Lena just continued with the game like nothing was wrong. Like there was no toddler on her lap playing with her fingers and bracelets. Devouring food at a breakneck speed.

“mommy you doing?” Lydia looked up at Lena who was going over her moves in her head. Looking down Lydia looked at her with big blue eyes.

“playing a game with ant Alex and Sara.” Lydia looked over at Sara and the rest of the newcomers. Just like before she stares at them but doesn’t say ore does anything else.

Unlike last time no loud noise scares her. She just gave a small smile to everybody while Kara introduces them.

When it was clear Lydia was comfortable with everybody. The game continues, Lena even lets Lydia throw the dice to keep her occupied. After that Lena calls her, her lucky charm.

Walls close in on Sara and Alex as every turn they seem to land on property owned by Lena. The game eventually ends with Lena winning and Alex coming in second. After Mick and Charlie hand everybody their owned money.

 The decision is made to make split up so everybody can play enjoy themselves. Mick and Charlie are good at managing the betting pool.

While Kara and Lena play against Sara and Ava, and Barry and Iris Lydia wanders over to Alex sits next to her. Alex is happy to indulge her niece and keep her busy.an idea popped into her head.

“Hey, kiddo. Wane place a bet on your mothers.” Alex whispered into her ear. Lydia looked up at her in confusion. Instead of explaining Alex puts a bit of money in her hands and points toward Charlie, thinking she would be the less intimidating one of the two. Hoping it would help to interact with the others.

Determination sets on the little girls face as she gets off the couch. Alex’s gaze follows her the whole time, making sure everything goes okay. Lena and Kara were too engrossed in their game to notice Lydia wandering toward that side of the room. But before Lydia could reach Charlie, she stumbles over Mick’s feet and falls to her knees.

She wasn’t crying, she swallowed her sniffle and tried to get up. Almost standing on her feet again, she looked up and was met with the face of a furious looking man. This time she couldn’t help the sob escaping her as tears started streaming down her face.

 Caitlin had noticed Lydia walking toward Charlie, Frost came to the forefront when she saw the little girl gather the courage to talk to a stranger. Imagine how livid she was when Mick made her cry. Without thinking she was out of her seat and picked the little girl up, soothing her.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. Your okay.” Frost tried to soothe the little girl but she didn’t know what she was doing. This was the first time interacting with a toddler for so long. When Lydia began to sob loader Frost became more desperate.

Their daughter's sobs are what drew Kara’s and Lena’s attention. Lena was levelling Mick with a death stare. If she had laser vision he would be turned to ash. Kara had just eyes for her little girl, her heartbreaking.

Lena went over to Frost, not stopping glaring at Mick. She thought it would be best to take Lydia before she started screaming at the man. How dare he make her little girl cry.

Lydia saw her mother approached and started leaning toward her.

“mommy” once in her arms Lena started rocking them whispering soothing words in her girl's ears, hoping it would calm her down. Walking toward the kitchen to lessen the stimulus coming at her.

“mommy, scary man angry” Lydia sobbed out.

“shh, it’s okay baby. Scary man isn’t angry.” Lena continues to soothe her daughter but nothing seemed to help. In a desperate attempt to help Lena called out to Kara

“How is she,” Kara asks walking into the kitchen using her superspeed. Her heart broke when she saw her little frills cheeks red stained.

“Maybe you can help her calm down,” Lena said handing Lydia to Kara, keeping a hand on her back. Kara started singing in Kryptonian, knowing this mostly helps. It does seem to help

After Lydia had calmed down, Lena tried to get her back into the living room.

“sweety, would you like to go  back to ant Alex and Sam?” Lena tried to test the waters.

“no! want to stay with mama.”

“how about you stay with mommy and me on the couch?” Kara tried, earning a little nod from Lydia.

Everything went quiet when they entered the living room. Lydia had her head still buried in Kara’s shoulder and was holding Lena’s fingers who was walking beside her; so she didn’t really see all eyes turned to her. Nobody really said anything until they were seated.

Lydia had nestled herself between Kara and Lena with her hands clapped around Lena’s left hand.

Frost was the first to approach.

“hey, little one. Feeling better?” when Lydia gave her a small nod burring herself further into Lena, Frost actually smiled.

“good, Mick has something to say to you.” Suddenly Lydia was overshadowed again and instinctively squeezed her mother's hand. Kara started stroking her hair trying to calm her down. Lena shot Mick a dirty look.

Mick grumbled something under his breath nobody could understand, earning him an elbow in the stomach form Sara.

“Sorry I scared you” the line came out like very well-practised but it seemed to make Lydia relax a little. After Mick was quickly pulled back.

After the rollercoaster of emotions dinner was ordered. The poor delivery man basically had a heart attack with the amount of food he had to deliver. This time Lena helped feed Lydia, the little girl could be quite messy.

When the food was devoured Lena was challenged to a game of chess. This got everybody’s attention, nobody challenged Lena Luthor to a chess game and hoped to win. Nate was apparently didn’t know about this. Nonetheless, Lena agreed not having played a decent game in a long time.

Like the previous game, Lena played it with Lydia on her lap. The girl had relaxed after Mick had apologized and stayed back.

Lena had to admit he was good but she was better. She also noticed the interest Lydia showed toward the chess game. To test her theory she asked Lydia if she wanted to help her win the game by moving the chess pieces. Lydia looked up at Lena and then back at the chessboard.

Lena quickly ended the game so they could restart and Lydia could learn the chess pieces. For the first half of the game Lena had to help her move the pieces right after that she could do it herself.

Lena was distracted by Kara at the end of the game.

“Lena, sweetheart where did we put the Pictionary?” Kara’s question made Alex grown.

“no, not Pictionary. I swear you and Lena are telepathically linked or something. It’s just not fun to play with the two of you anymore.” Alex whined. The two sisters went on bantering, the others looking at it like a tennis match. Until a tiny voice broke the banter.

“checkmate.” All eyes turned to the chessboard. Lydia was smiling brightly at Lena

“look mommy I won.” Even Nate who played against her was chocked, he couldn’t believe he lost against a two-year-old. Even if the biggest part of the game was played by Lena it was still unbelievable.

Kara super speeded to her daughter and hoisted her up in her arms.

“My little girl is a genius.” Kara sang while making the girl giggle.

“that girl is going to rule the world one day,” Alex mutters under her breath. Earning a pointed look from her girlfriend. Alex only offered her a sweet kiss. Making Ruby fake gag.

 The others were kind of speechless, they couldn’t comprehend that Nate a genius in his own right had lost against Lydia.

“I wanted to make fun of Nate but I’m just speechless,” Charlie says. Lydia couldn’t understand what was happening.

“mommy not happy?” Lena snapped out of her daze and started smiling.

“of course I am happy a chroi. But I already knew my little girl was a genius.” Lena say directed toward Kara.

“she is a Luthor after all.” She couldn’t help but smirk at her girlfriend. It took a moment to sink in with Kara, but when it finally did.

“hey! She is also my side of the family too.” Kara fires back, snacking her arm around Lena and pulling her closer.

Putting on Lydia’s pajama’s Lena went over the events of the day. Everything had gone exceptionally well and both parents had confidence that if they build Lydia’s tolerance to load noises little by little they could take her with them to Catco or L-Corp, maybe even school. The rest of the night was filled with playful laughter until everybody decided to go home.

 Putting on Lydia’s pyjama’s Lena went over the events of the day. Everything had gone exceptionally well and both parents had confidence that if they build Lydia’s tolerance to loud noises little by little they could take her with them to Catco or L-Corp, maybe even school.

Lydia was already half asleep when Lena pulled the covers over her and gave her a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

“goodnight my little angel. You did so tonight.” Kara also bent down to give her daughter a kiss.

“goodnight ukiem, we are so proud of you.” After stepping out of the door Kara hugged Lena close to her. Just basking in the presence of each other.

“how about we take a relaxing shower before going to bed,” Kara whispers into Lena’s ear.

“my, my dear. One would think you would like to talk me out of my pants” Lena teases resting her head on Kara’s shoulder, giving her a loving kiss that quickly got more and more heated.

“and what if I would miss Luthor.”

“I would say lead the way miss Danvers” Luthor, Lena added behind it. If razing Lydia had proven one thing than it was she would like to spend the rest of her life with them. Love them for the rest of her life.

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Scott: Can you please put Theo put of his misery? Stiles: What, with like a bat? Scott: Damnit Stiles. (the one where Stiles refuses to acknowledge his "feelings," Theo is unrepentantly trying to get his attention in weirdly negative ways because he can't flirt like a normal person and the UST is so thick that even Scott can see it.) I dont know why I did this but the thought made me giggle.

Hahahahaha, that’s so good. Poor Theo, he just wants Stiles to love him back. No, but that’s honestly so hilarious. All the shit Theo does just so Stiles will come over and tell him off. The desperation, the (mutual) pining, everybody suffering because those to idiots won’t get their shit together. Lydia starts a betting pool (that she wins because she’s Lydia, duh). 

I’m here for all of it.

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End My Dear Friend

Warning: n/a

A/n: Here’s the end of it. I had fun writing this. It was in my brain for the longest, but I just didn’t want to make more than 5 chapters for my stories. Anyway, let me know what you think!

Sam (19), Paul (16), and Quil (15) gave up their ability to shift when they would have respectively been around 25-27 since Emily, Rachel, and Clair would age. They have kids—Emily: 3, Rachel: 2, and Clair: pregnant (Not really mentioned, but just clarification/to give an idea).

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A year later

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.” I turn around and smile.

“Vanity!” I run up to her and hug her. I was worried that she wouldn’t come. Having her here makes everything complete. We hear a knock on the door, and it’s Felix just to congratulate me. I give my thanks, and Vanity helps me finish up the final touches and helps me put my dress on.

It’s an Augusta Jones dress named Terri. It was something I saw and wanted ever since I was in 10th grade. The second I saw it, my heart skipped a beat, and I wanted to cry (I didn’t, I just wanted to). Vanity fluffed out the bottom of my dress and made sure it flattered me for the pictures they were about to take.

“You look so beautiful Y/n/n. If I was human, I would cry, love.” She tells me, wiping an invisible tear from her eyes. I laugh, and Alice comes in to make sure I am ready. If it wasn’t obvious, Alice volunteered/decided to be the wedding coordinator for our wedding. She rushes us to go downstairs. Because of my situation, I decided against having bridesmaids/brides-man. Instead, Jared volunteered to walk me down the aisle as a surprise.

I walk up to him and link my arm with his. My nerves start getting to me as the music changes to a soft violin musical playing.

“You ready, Blue?” I smile up at my brother of over 10 years and nod.

“More than you know, Magenta.” He squeezed my arm and proceeded to walk me down. Up ahead, I see Embry, standing there in all his glory. I made him wear a white suit to match my dress. I remember Alice threatened him if he got a single drop of even sweat on it, she will have him by the throat and shake him like a chicken.

Walking up to the man I love, I could see a tear lightly stream down his face as he tried to keep his composure. I told him before, if he doesn’t cry, I’m going to re-walk down this damn isle. He knew I was serious too. Emmett, who became our ordained minister due to a loss bet he and Embry had, patted his shoulder in support. I was scared at first, but the nerves vanished as soon as Emmett opened his mouth.

“You may be seated.” He started, “Hello. And welcome, to this beautiful wedding. A Call wedding—bringing two different beings to one. Two different species, if you will, to one. Before we dive into these shenanigans, I would like to remind everyone what happens when two worlds collide,” I can see Charlie putting his head in his hand and shaking it. Emmett proceeded for 5 minutes, making sexual innuendos but also giving blessings. Two things that should not be in the same sentence.

The reception was beautiful. The pack demolished every last bit of food there was. Emmett brought out poker cards and had Charlie, him, Jared, Embry, Paul, and Billy playing poker at my wedding. If I didn’t think that Embry and I could have more weddings in our lifetime together, and if he didn’t look like the most handsome when he was laughing, I would be pissed right now.

But Alice was.

Twenty years later

It had been twenty years since I had seen the Cullen’s. For every birthday Renesmee had, Embry, Charlie, and I would take a trip to visit them. Ren desperately wanted to have him in her life, and so, Bella and Edward introduced them to each other, so long as there was a gag order on Charlie. Not to ask any questions and just enjoy the moment.

I will say that it was a stressful time when Ren was born. Bella did survive, and as soon as she was clear, hell broke loose. The Volturi tried to kill us, but luckily Alice and Jasper had their own trick up their sleeves. If I’m honest, it was hard seeing Vanity on the other side. But when it was decided that the Cullen’s broke no law, they left. Before leaving, like the spontaneous and child-like we are, we ran to each other and hugged before leaving. I knew we’d see each other again, but it just might be a while before we do.

A few days ago, Carlisle informed me that they will be heading back for a visit. Ren wanted to have her official seventeenth birthday where she was born. Something about wanting to feel the nostalgia of it all. Here we are, Jake, Embry, Emmett, Jared, and Paul moving furniture around. Emily, Leah, Clair, Kim, Rachel, and I are fixing a buffet in the kitchen. Sam, Seth, and Orion (Leah’s imprint—who’s also a shifter) went out to get some supplies for her party. Alice and Esme are drawing up plans to renovate the house afterward. Rosalie and Jasper decided they wanted to be friendly and cordial…so she worked on her car in the garage away from everyone, and Jasper went hunting. At least they’re trying.

“OK! Bella said they should be arriving soon! And they’re bringing Ren’s friend Nadya…who’s fully human and doesn’t know shit about our world. So, let's try to be normal…Emmett.” Alice says, looking at the big guy in the middle of the room with a cheeky smile.

“What!? I am completely professional.” We all looked at him and rolled our eyes. Rosalie came back from the garage and stood next to Emmett.

“Well, look who graced us with her presence,” Paul says, sarcastically. Rachel waddles out of the kitchen and scolds him. “What!?” There was crying coming from upstairs, and Emily runs up to her desperate child. Sam, Seth, and Orion pull up with the supplies that Alice specifically wanted and allowed the pixie to do as she pleased while everyone just watched. By the time she was done, Bella, Ren, Edward, and Nadya—with Sue, Billy, and Charlie behind them—pulled up. We all hid and waited until they enter the living room.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY REN!!!” to say to her, and Nadya was shocked was an understatement. They screamed and held onto each other as if they were in a horror film…I mean, aren’t they, though? As Ren introduced and hugged/welcomed everyone here, two shapeshifters caught Nadya and Ren’s eyes.

“Oh, hell no,” Edward says, looking straight at Jake. Leah and Embry's bust out laughing at what just happened to not only Jake but also Seth.

“Edward, you know we can't control it,” Jake says. Jared in the background making bets with Quil and Embry on who’s going to win.

“I say Edward.” – Jared

“No shit, he’s a dad. Of course, he is.” – Quil

“My bets on Jake. He’ll attempt to reason with him.” – Embry

“Naw, Jake tried to take Bella. This might be anger he never knew he had.” Emmett joined in, betting $20. They had a pool of $60 at this point. Then I hear,

“Join…no fight…”

“I'm going to say no fight because Ren has power over both of them.” I join in, placing a $20 while smiling. Embry and Jared look at me, and before they can say anything, “NO TAKE BACKS!” Needless to say, I won the money, and the party continued. Edward chaperoned Jake and Ren the whole night. One wrong thought from Jake and his life was done. Treaty or no treaty. Seth, on the other hand, was flirting and having a ball with Nadya. I wonder how that’s going to end up.

After the party ended and everything was cleaned up, Nadya and Ren went to bed while Alice and Esme took over in renovating parts of the house that Nadya hasn’t seen, so she isn’t suspicious. Embry and I headed back to our house just on the outskirts of Forks and La Push. I didn’t get any special treatment just because I was Embry’s mate. But if I’m honest, I’m glad I wasn’t on the Reservation. At the time, my family was still there. The only time I was allowed was to visit my grandparent's grave.

Nana died of another heart attack, and Papa died soon afterward from the loss of Nana. That year I had gone missing. Aunt Lydia and dad had a falling out. Mom and dad split after two years, multiple counseling sessions, and marriage and therapy appointments. Nothing seemed to work between the two of them. I felt terrible. It felt as if that was my fault. Embry and Jared made sure that it wasn’t. It was hard to believe them, but eventually, I knew I had to move forward one way or another.

I tried to send anonymous letters to them; it helped some, but not enough. Although, a few years ago, dad and aunt Lydia finally rekindled their relationship, and Aunt Lydia reached out to mom. It was painful for all three of them, but they finally came to a neutral ground and grieved like they should’ve all those years ago. Aunt Lydia stayed in the area and got married to her second husband. Mom moved back to Texas and eventually started dating but not for a long while. And Dad moved to Seattle, where he met an old high school sweetheart of his.

I now lay in bed with my husband on Isle Esme, a gift from Carlisle and Esme for our 20th wedding anniversary. Do you know how hard it is to not explain to the natives on the island that all the food I got wasn’t for me, but for my husband? Do you also know how irritating, yet flattering, it was to see women attempt to flirt with Embry? He was awkward and continuously looked for my help. Other times, he would pass by them and blankly ignore them.

“You know, babe. Emmett gave us this gift that I think we should try out. Then go into town for a while.” I perk up at that and look at my husband.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” I said with excitement.

“A butterfly…” he shows and explains to me what it does. We test run it, and boy, does it make you want to grab the edge of a table and break it. Ironically, that’s precisely what I did. The bastard had it on high too, and I nearly lost my shit. Needless to say, we didn’t go into town until the next morning, and he still made me keep it on.

Later that night, while Embry was asleep, I glanced at him and just felt a rush of happiness submerge deep from within. This, this right here is the life I’ve been searching for. This is the life that I will be forever grateful for.

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Day 5 - Farah, AU

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The hours between 3:00am and 5:00am are Farah's favorite time of day. No one else is awake, no one else is around, and it feels like the whole world is hers. This is when she cleans her apartment, does her grocery shopping at the 24-hour Safeway, scrolls Instagram. This is when she lets herself daydream about owning a dog, or having a girlfriend, or living somewhere other than Seattle.

Last call at Wendimoor is 2:00am, but there's always some group that lingers over their last drinks longer than is reasonable. Even if the bartender, Todd, tells her she can go home once they stop letting people in, she's seen too many assholes try and argue with him about getting "just one more beer" to leave him alone without some muscle. He's a scrappy guy, but he's tiny, and alcohol makes people brave and stupid. So she stays as the patrons filter out and more nights than not, helps him stack chairs on tables and put away sound equipment.

Her first client of the morning at Blackwing isn't until 5:30am – even the weight lifting bros don't want to wake up earlier than that to get in a work-out before they head to the office. She clocks in at 5:00 and goes through a thorough warm-up while the senior citizens shuffle in to do laps at the pool, and feels centered and present in her body by the time her earliest client is ready to go.

Farah likes working at Blackwing – it's got some bullshit policies, and the same nepotism all independent gyms have, but she gets to pick her clients, they trust her to design a good workout, and she gets to lead a self-defense class twice a week for non-men. She feels competent and badass, and loves celebrating her clients' wins. She also enjoys kicking her co-worker's ass.

"Come on," Friedkin whines, staggering back and gingerly touching the pads of his fingers to his lower lip. They come away red. "What the hell was that?"

"That was a reminder to wear a mouth guard," Farah says, bouncing on her toes and shaking out one hand. The students watching grin and murmur among themselves and – she hopes – notes how she darted between his upraised arms to land that punch.

"It looks stupid," he gripes, and she shrugs, grinning brilliantly.

"Then I'll give you another fat lip on Tuesday morning."

"You tell him, Ms. Black!" crows a student, and the class laughs appreciatively.

After she finishes at Blackwing, she takes two buses back to her apartment, and then she's alone again. She lives in a crisp, modern, one-bedroom that her friend Hobbs calls "minimalistic" and Tina calls "boring". They come over on the odd Monday night, her only night off of the week, and drink her beer, enjoy her television, make her feel cared about.

Tina is…

Farah blushes, just thinking about her.

Tina is wonderful. She'd hired Farah four years ago as a personal trainer, when she was trying to qualify for her physical exams. She'd stuck around since, just because she likes Farah. And Farah can't believe that sometimes, thinks that she's too anxious and regimented and a stickler for rules for someone as free spirited and genuine and emotional as Tina to like her. But against all odds, Tina keeps sending her snap chats, coming over with a pizza, showing up at the gym when she can handle rolling out of bed before 11. Farah isn't sure what she did to deserve Tina's friendship, but she hopes to keep doing it.

(Secretly, Farah would like to find out what she needs to do to deserve Tina as a girlfriend, but doesn't yet have the guts to wonder it outside of the dead of night. Less-secretly, Tina and Hobbs have a bet going as to when Farah will woman up and ask Tina out.)

And then Farah sleeps. She sleeps while everyone else is at work and in meetings, doing the grocery shopping and taking to friends. She sleeps soundly but lightly, with a baseball bat and a taser by her night stand, and she dreams of time machines and detective work.

After she wakes up and showers, Farah eats breakfast, showers, and heads right back to Wendimoor. It's a bus and a seven block walk, and by the time she's at work, she's fully awake and warm, ready to work.

Wendimoor isn't the rowdiest of bars – she doesn't break up fights every nights – but she has her work cut out for her with drunk university students, bachelorette parties, and the occasional homophobe that wanders in. Somehow, the pastel pink sign and pride flag aren't quite enough to do it for some people, so Farah makes sure to do it for them.

"Incoming," growls Bart, and shoves a bowl of wings down to bar to Mona, who effortlessly scoops them up on her way to a high top.

"Good evening, darling," Dirk says fondly, and pecks Farah on the check before she can shove him away. She frowns to avoid smiling, and Bart laughs at her like a knife in a garbage disposal.

She'd never expected "bouncer at a queer bar" to end up at the top of her list of career options, but she's shockingly happy here. She's good at what she does – in four years at Wendimoor, she's only needed to take herself to the ER twice – and she likes all of her coworkers. Todd is an asshole, but he's honest and helpful, once you badger him into caring about you. Dirk flits between hostess and MC, manager and layabout, shaking hands and kissing cheeks and comping appetizers. Chaos follows behind him, but so do smiles and solved problems, so it all seems to even out. Mona is weird, but she's never delivered food to the wrong table, and she fits in surprisingly well with every kind of customer. Bart is as likely to throw a knife at someone who walks into her kitchen as she is to actually hand over a plate of food, and they let her deal with complaining customers herself.

And Farah? Farah fits in here, weirdly. Or maybe, she's weird enough that she fits in, and it's just right. The regulars know her. She's not good at small talk, but they like her anyway, and they like how protective she is of them. And she is. Lydia and Amanda, Vogel and Cross and Gripps and Martin, even baby-faced Francis, his friends Panto and Silas… She's fierce for them, fierce for her staff, and she'll protect them.

That's what she does.

She protects.

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Link to: day one, Farah - Youth day two, Farah - Dance  day three, Farah - Gore day four, Farah - GNC fashion

prompt list

#dghda #dirk gently #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #Farah black #DGHDAtober #au #y'all farah is just so badass and i love her so much

[avasilvugh]

allydia + 30

30: Kiss under a full moon

“Ally, help me with these?” Lydia asks, somewhere behind the car.  

Even if they weren’t married, Allison doesn’t think she could resist a request in that sweet of a voice.  She unplugs their phones from the car chargers and pockets them before joining her wife.

It’s the first cool evening of the year, cool enough that Allison almost shivers as she sidles up to Lydia, assessing the bag situation in their trunk.  Their hatchback had the most storage space, so they had been put in charge of the supplies for pack night – supplies that encompassed a truly brow-raising amount of red meat packed into coolers for the wolves in their pack, and what seemed like all the junk food the gas station had in stock for the rest of them.

“I’ll take the coolers if you grab the blankets,” Allison offers.  She can probably balance the snack bags too, right?  

Lydia pokes her in the ribs, narrowing her eyes when Allison yelps and looks at her in offense.  “We can take more than one trip,” she says flatly.  

“Lydia, I’ve died before, so trust that I’m saying this with full understanding of the implications: I’d rather die than take two trips.”

It’s like Lydia wants to be mad at her for that comment, for the flippant reference to dying again, but it’s just too hard to keep it up.  Her smile is warm and a little exasperated, but Allison loves it as much as every other smile of hers.

“You’re ridiculous,” Lydia huffs, starting to collect the bags of blankets and cushions.  “Why do I put up with you?”

“Convenience, mostly,” Allison answers happily.  “I’ve also heard that I’m – what was it?  ‘Hotter than legally allowed?’”

“Shut up.”

…

When the sun starts to set, the clearing they’ve settled in gets colder – sure, if she and Lydia sat a little closer to the fire, it’d be ten times warmer.  But Allison’s never going to surrender an opportunity to have Lydia tucked up close to her, nearly in her lap.

Scott, across the bonfire from them, turns his eyes to the moon and grins.  “Everyone almost done with dinner?” he asks, ever the Alpha, always keeping an eye on the well-being of his pack.

There’s a murmur of assent that goes up from those that are running tonight, people starting to stand and clean up after themselves.  When Allison makes to join them, Lydia tightens her hold on her and lets out what could almost be described as a whine.

“Mm, don’t go,” Lydia says, her voice soft and for Allison’s ears only.  “You’re so warm, baby.”

Well – what is Allison supposed to say to that?  She pulls Lydia fully onto her lap and wraps her arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple.  

Around them, everyone that’s running starts to stretch; Stiles bounces between them, taking bets on who can make it the furthest into the woods in twenty minutes.  Malia narrows her eyes at him, crossing her arms.

“Who’s going to verify that?” she asks, rightfully suspicious.  

It’s almost tradition at this point for Stiles to undertake an ill-fated gambling venture on pack night.  Sometimes it’s starting a poker tournament with people who can hear your heartbeat and know immediately if you’re lying – sometimes it’s starting a betting pool with no third party to check the results.

“I will!” Scott calls from where he stands, double checking that everyone’s got a set of clothes to change into and a snack to come back to.  “I’ll run ahead to the lake?  First person to reach me wins, how’s that sound?”

There’s some more quibbling over the rules of the competition, over who gets the payout, over whether it’s fair to make different species face off against one another, but Allison tunes it out, the hum of her friends voices a comforting background noise as she enjoys the nearness of her wife and the calm of the evening.

When the moon nears its apex, people start to shift.  Scott takes off like a shot, his years as a True Alpha gifting him the ability to fully shift.  The last sign of him is the flick of his tail as he disappears into the woods around them.  Behind him, the rest of the running pack in different stages of transition start towards the tree line.

Some others in the pack, less touched by the moon but just as entranced, head towards the small lake that they passed a few hundred yards back.  When all is said and done, it’s just Allison and Lydia.

Allison is human, or something like it – honestly, it’s kind of still unclear, even so many years post-resurrection.  But whatever she is: the moon doesn’t call to her in the same way as it does to some.  That’s fine.  She wasn’t generally a night owl as it was and, on any night beside a pack night, she’d be in bed by ten, ignoring her wife’s ribbing about her elderly tendencies.

But there’s something magical about full moons – about how Lydia is limned in white gold and glowing in her arms, about how she seems to come alive under the full moon even if she’s not tied to it in the same way as the others.  

Actually – maybe it’s not the full moon that’s magic to Allison.  Maybe it’s, as always, just Lydia.

“Hey,” she murmurs, almost speechless when Lydia shifts to look at her.  The bright light of the moon almost turns her eyelashes translucent, makes her look a little otherworldly.  She is, Allison supposes.  Her banshee wife, carrying on somewhere between this world and the next.

“Hello.”  Lydia smiles up at her and so easily sets her heart aflame.  “What’s on your mind?”

Allison can’t quite gather the words to say it – she’s not sure she wants to say it.  Not until she has the right way to.  Not until its perfect.

Instead, she leans in, leans close.  She loves this moment as much as she does the ones to follow – the moment of sharing a breath, of feeling the other near and wanting, the honeyed thread of tension that stretches taut between them.

“I love you,” she whispers against Lydia’s lips, swallowing her reply.  “I love you,” she murmurs again and again, grinning when Lydia nips at her bottom lip in faux-annoyance.

“You’ve got to let me say it back, jerk,” Lydia huffs.

“Do I?”

“I love you despite your carefully honed ability to annoy the shit out of me.”

“Mhm.  Can I kiss you again?”

Lydia leans back just a little, trying her best to harden her expression into a glare.  “Fine,” she acquiesces, her smile saying that she’s entirely pleased with the plan.

(If they disappear before the pack returns – well.  The moon makes them all a little wild.)

#allydia #allison argent #lydia martin #tw #teen wolf #shhhhhhhhhh i havent watched the show in 5+ yrs #anonymous #human interaction

[miles-the-man]

Summoning Snake Oil

A tiny little fic about Beej convincing Lydia to booty call an old friend.

“Wait… there’s more of you?” Lydia’s brow was furrowed with concern, and she tried her best to stifle the bile climbing in her throat. Of course, Beetlejuice was her demon, and her friend… but the idea of there being more than one of him out there? Not really a concept she was thrilled about.

“There’s no-one like me, baby,” he grinned, smiling too wide for his mouth. He licked his palm and smoothed the side of his hair sensually, leaving behind a trail of green goo. “But seriously I am utterly alone in this world.” Lydia grimaced and pat him on the arm as he sniffled. Snapping back suddenly to his usual self, he splayed out his hands in showmanship. “I can’t summon him, but you got that beating thing in your chest, Lyds. You know what to do.”

She took a step back. “Okay, first I don’t even know his name, and second why would I want to summon him. You and me, we have a…” She looked at his slumped frame as he blankly picked his nose. “… a rapport.” He looked at her quizzically. “An understanding,” she clarified. “I don’t know why I would want to invite yet another striped tentacle trash bastard into this house.”

Beej pouted, slowly eating the booger while maintaining eye contact.

“It’s Halloween! Clown bitch and I always hang out on Halloween. Since no-one can see us, we take bets on the scariest kids. Did you know braces are surprisingly terrifying when viewed glinting through a hockey mask? Don’t let him know, that observation is what keeps me winning every year.” The girl looked at him, arms crossed. Like any sane human, she was hesitant to believe the pathologic liar. The demon snarled and rolled his eyes. “Look, Lyds, he’s the closest thing I have to a friend on the Other Side. Only tried to kill me twice.” He held two fingers up, triumphantly clarifying his point. “Normally he’s on time but this year…”

Lydia sighed. “You’re worried something might have happened to him.”

The demon conceded. “Last I heard from him he was pissing off this super religious family. I told him not to - that’s a one way ticket to exorcism, but I think he wanted the challenge. Said the dad was deathly afraid of clowns, and the house was basically a mansion.” He looked into the distance. “He always said he wanted a pool.”

Exorcism. Death for the dead. He didn’t know if his friend was alive or not.

Lydia sighed, deeper this time, swinging her arms and grumping. “Fine.”

Beetlejuice’s face lit up like a really gross, rotted looking christmas tree. “Really??” he bounced.

“Sure,” she groaned. “What’s his name?”

“Snake Oil.”

Lydia paused. “Beetlejuice, Snake Oil - Animal… Liquid. Do all your names follow that format?” He thought for a moment, brow creased. 

“You know, I never really thought about it - I always just assumed Rat Milk was really into rodent lactation.” She suppressed bile again. “OKAY! LET’S GOoooo,” she cried, spinning around to focus on anything else. The human stood in the middle of the room, fingers outstretched. Outside it seemed as though the air could sense what was coming. It crackled with summer thunder, and the wind began whipping the tall grass outside, turning it to shimmering waves.

“Snake Oil… Snake Oil…” She looked back at her demon, his eyes wide and knuckles white with anticipation. She was trusting him on this. If it was another weird staircase situation, she wasn’t sure how much more Deliah could take. Lydia closed her eyes and prayed to the Miss Argentina that this didn’t lead to more uncontrollable murder hijinks. “Snake Oil."

#comment if you want more #beetlejuice oc #demon oc #snake oil #lydia deetz #beetlejuice #this is the first piece of fiction I've written in y e a r s #please be gentle

[seanfalco]

New York State of Mind: Part II | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: Language, Smut (rough sex, public sex, pool sex) Summary: The Quad comes back to the hotel after their night out, but they’re all still a little pent-up.  a/n: Like Flor mentioned last week, the NYC arc is probably one of my favourites as well!  It’s definitely a turning point for them.

[ masterlist ] [ New York State of Mind Part I ]

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"Dancing through life, skimming the surface, gliding where turf is smooth.  Life is painless for the brainless..." Lydia sang mindlessly as they walked down the 51st after she made everyone wait for her to get her Playbill signed at the stage door.  It was probably the third or fourth time she had seen that show live, but she never ceased to be amazed by Elphaba's powerful solos, Glinda's giant bubble, and the enormous clock of the time dragon above the stage. 

"So, what did you guys think?" she asked as they passed through Times Square on the way back to the hotel.

“It was exciting!” Win exclaimed, smiling fondly at how happy Lyddie looked.  “I think that’s the first musical I’ve ever seen live,” she said. 

“Same here,” her Nathan added.  “It was somethin’ else.”

"It's one of my favorite shows ever, but I can't wait for Waitress to open in four years... By the way I saw you tearing up during For Good," Lydia poked her own Nathan. 

"No, I did not!  Somethin' got in my eye!" 

"Yeah, funny how something always gets in your eye every time we watch that show... I'm so glad everyone had a good time!" Lydia exclaimed.

“Aww, Nathan, such a softie,” Win teased, bumping Lyddie’s Nathan with her shoulder as she grinned up at him. 

“So... now what?” Win’s Nathan asked, unable to forget what Lyddie’d said to him in the cab on the way there.

"Now... I can't wait to get to our room and out of these clothes," she winked at him, taking his hand as they stepped into the elevator.  She wanted to tease him a little, make him beg, but she didn't have it in her to do so, she wanted him too much, there was no way to hold back.

Win’s Nathan grinned wider.  “Sounds like a solid plan,” he agreed and Win rolled her eyes.

“What about you, Natty?” she asked, addressing Lyddie‘s Nathan.

"Oh, y'know, I'm a little jet lagged, I'd love t'get some sleep," he teased, but broke down laughing at Win's expression.  "Classic... I can't wait t'help you out o'these clothes too."

“Uh huh, just for that, maybe I’ll just take a little swim and then go t’bed myself,” she replied, turning the cold shoulder on him, ruined somewhat by the grin that tugged at her lips.

"Aw, so petty..." Lyddie's Nathan wrapped his arms around her, nipping at her neck.  "I know what y'want, baby, it's alright," he whispered in her ear.

"Finally!" Lydia exclaimed as the elevator stopped, pulling Win's Nathan down the hall and fumbling with the key for a few seconds before opening the door.  "I'm burning up!"

“What’s got you so hot and bothered, Lyddie?” Win asked knowingly, cocking an eyebrow at her as she threaded her own fingers with the other Nathan’s.

"Um..." Lydia froze for a second.  "You know... I'm a sucker for his cocky charm, and look at those eyes, am I right?"  She glossed over it, shedding her dress and kicking her shoes away as soon as she entered the room.

“Isn’t that what you like about both Nathans though?” Win pressed, gasping as Lyddie’s Nathan pinched her.

"Yeah, of course... But-but he's the only one who didn't have his way with me today."  Lydia threw herself on the bed.  

"The bastard knows how t'get her pent up without even tryin'," Lyddie's Nathan whispered in Win's ear.  "But I'm here, baby, all yours."

“Yeahh it’s only fair!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, quickly shedding his clothes, almost tripping in his haste while Win shivered at Lyddie’s Nathan’s voice in her ear and she turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as she pressed herself against him. 

“Lucky me,” she purred, gazing up at him.

"So, Winnie," Lyddie's Nathan brushed his lips along Win's jaw. "D'you wanna stay here or go have that swim? I bet it's empty right now..."

“A swim sounds amazing,” she answered, her breath hitching.  “I don’t think I remembered to pack a swimsuit though,” she murmured in his ear.

"That's unfortunate..." Lyddie's Nathan opened the door, slapping Win ass on the way out.  "Guess the cameras’ll stop workin' tonight."

"I wanna give everyone some special attention..." Lydia murmured, bringing Win's Nathan close, barely noticing the door shutting behind the others, kissing him hungrily, moving with urgency.  "You have no idea how much I want you right now." 

“Holy shit, Lyddie,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed as she pulled him atop her. “God, you’re so hot,” he groaned, burying his face in her tits.

Lydia moaned under his touch, all the built-up tension finally dissolving in his arms.  "Fuck me until I can't remember my own name, Natty," she took his face in her hands, making him look up at her. 

Win’s Nathan raised his head, his brows raising as well.  “Whatever you want, Lollipop, my cock is yours to command,” he exclaimed, crawling atop her, reaching between them to tease her entrance with his tip.

"And the rest of you, huh?" Lyddie giggled, wrapping her legs firmly around his waist.  "Will you do anything for me?" 

“I’ll do anythin’ yeh want, princess,” he moaned, pressing into her.  “Just say th’word.  I’m all yours tonight.” 

Lydia felt a tingle, a knot in her stomach and she reached for a bottle her own Nathan had gotten from the mini-fridge, a tiny bottle of Baileys.  "Fancy a drink?  I wanna taste it on your tongue." 

Win’s Nathan took the bottle from her and tipped back the rest of the contents.  “You don’t like t’drink, but you wanna taste it on me, huh?” he teased, leaning down to kiss her as he slid into her, his tongue finding hers as he filled her. 

"Uhum..." she moaned into his mouth, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.  "Everything tastes better like this."  She held on tightly to his shoulders, wanting him as close as possible.  

Win’s Nathan moaned into her mouth as she pulled him closer and he braced himself against the bed as he began to rut into her, each hard thrust bringing a cry to Lydia’s lips.  “Oh fuck, you’re so hot like this Lollipop,” he groaned. 

"Yes, yes, Natty, please..." Lydia squirmed, arching her back, seeking his lips again.  "Tell me I'm yours, I wanna hear you," she whimpered. 

“You’re mine, fuck, you’re all mine, Lydia,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, his lips crashing against hers as he fucked her even rougher, grunting with each thrust.  

"All yours," she breathed, feeling like she could explode any minute, her pleasure racing through her body once again.  "I'm getting close, Nate..." 

“Don’t come until I say, darlin’,” he growled, sweat rolling down his temple, his muscles starting to cramp, but damn if she didn’t feel good.  “Do you still remember your name?” he asked breathlessly, not slowing. 

"I won't."  it took all her might not to come, he didn't slow down, it was almost impossible to hold back, but she was way too obedient. "I remember slightly..." 

“Good girl,” Win’s Nathan groaned, his thrusts slowing and becoming jerky.  “Ohhh okay, baby, I want yeh to come.  Come for me, Lollipop,” he cried, pressing his forehead to hers as he rammed into her, coming undone deep inside her. 

Following his command, Lydia finally came, burying her face on his shoulder to muffle her moans as she felt him filling her up.  "Oh my... That's just what I needed, now I feel better," she sighed. 

Nathan rolled off her, panting as he caught his breath. “Shit that was hot, Lyddie.  What got you so horny?” he asked with a breathless chuckle.  “I mean, Winnie got you off right before we left...”

"You did..." she snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. "You're just so sexy, couldn't help myself."  She looked down, kissing his warm skin and hoping he didn't have her Nathan's ability to call out her bullshit. 

“I don’t think I did anything particularly sexy,” he mused, trying to remember, but he was growing sleepy.  Pulling Lyddie into his arms, he tucked her head under his chin. 

"Yeah, you were just being you..."  She placed a loving kiss on his chest, stroking his curls gently.  "I love you, Nats." 

“I love yeh too, Lyddie,” Nathan murmured, still sure he was missing something, but unable to put his finger on it. 

Lydia was finally able to breathe again.  He didn't know, thank God!  It was enough to have one Nathan weaponizing her... peculiar tastes, two would be a complete car wreck. "Good night, baby." 

Nathan was already out, his chest rising and falling peacefully as he held Lydia. 

——

Win laughed as the door shut behind them, arousal flooding her at the prospect of skinny dipping in the hotel pool, and this time on the elevator ride back down she pulled Lyddie’s Nathan in, kissing him hungrily as she massaged his growing bulge through his jeans.

"I see Lyds isn't isn't only one all worked up," Lyddie's Nathan groaned, kissing Win back with the same enthusiasm, his hands sliding down her back teasingly.

“Yeah, well, maybe Lyddie’s not the only one who’s feeling a little neglected,” Win pouted as the doors dinged open.

"No problem, I can fix that."  Lyddie's Nathan draped his arm around Win on the way to the pool, his hand brushing slightly over the slope of her breasts.

“I’m glad,” Win murmured, glancing around as they got to the pool.  It looked pretty deserted. “Looks like you were right, we’re the only ones here.”

"Sounds like a good time."  Lyddie's Nathan snapped his fingers, turning all the security cameras off and dimming the lights.  "Now let's get this off, shall we?" he said, unzipping her dress and exposing her chest.

Win gasped as the cool air hit her, her skin pebbling and she helped Lyddie’s Nathan out of his clothes til they were both naked.

"Jesus, y'look so sexy right now," Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, capturing Win's lips, his thigh moving slowly between her legs, teasing her.  "Look at that... So wet for me."

“That’s right, Natty,” Win purred, kissing him back. “That’s not the only thing about to be wet,” she taunted, pushing him in the pool without warning, shrieking as he grabbed her on his way down, pulling her in with him.

"Y'think you're so clever, huh?"  Lyddie's Nathan emerged from the pool, shaking his hair around like a dog.  "Y'little tart!" he exclaimed, pulling Win closer, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark as she cried out, amusement melting to a moan as she clutched at him, feeling his erection against her hip as they floated. 

“I think I’m pretty clever,” she exclaimed, breathing heavily as she melted against him, pressing her face to his shoulder.

"Y'do, do ya?" he groaned, kneading her breasts roughly under the water.  He was well aware water wasn't the best lubricant, so he concentrated for a second before sliding his cock inside of Win.  "Jesus, I love this power..." he chuckled, pinning her against one of the pool walls.

Win wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as he moved inside her. “I’ve never shagged in a public pool before,” she confessed, playing with the wet curls plastered to Lyddie’s Nathan’s neck.  “You know—“ she paused to gasp as he filled her completely, hitting her deeply, “—you may know all of Lyddie’s turn ons and kinks, but I doubt you know mine,” she purred.

"Me neither, only the bathtub back home," Lyddie's Nathan grunted as he bucked his hips, thrusting firmly into her.  "I'd love t'know, Winnie, what gets you all hot and bothered?" he murmured while kissing her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys behind.

“Oh,” Win moaned, holding onto Nathan tighter as they bobbed in the water, each thrust pushing her back into the pool wall, but she didn’t care. “S-so you can use them against me?” she teased.  “How about I give you three guesses.”

"So it's all fun and games when we use Lyddie's kinks against her, but not yours?  Doesn't seem fair..." he mumbled, picking up his pace, fighting the urge to finish before Win.  "I think y'like t'shag in public places, don'tcha?"

“I guess you’re right...” Win murmured, turning her head away sheepishly, suddenly feeling guilty.  “Yeah, I do,” she admitted.

"Yeah, you also like t'be a tease, right?  Drive us all mad..." Lyddie's Nathan's chest was heaving as he stared down at their bodies connected in the water.

“Looks like you already got me all figured out, don’t you,” Win said softly, coming with a whimper, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

Lyddie's Nathan thrusted a couple more times as he came before pulling out.  "That's the problem, I don't think I do... and I want to.  I wanna know everythin'."

Win blinked as she turned her face back to Lyddie’s Nathan.  “...You do?”  Her words were so soft he barely heard them.  “Then ask me, I’ll... I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

"You already know how t'tease me, but what do you like, huh?  How can I get under your skin like I do to Lyds?" he whispered before pressing his lips to Win's shoulder.

Win shuddered at the tender caress of his lips.  “Uhm... I... I like PDA.  I like it when you’re bold in public.  I like being marked up where people can see.  I... I mean, you know I like being on top, but I like a little power struggle,” she admitted, the words spilling out, confessing her secrets and her desires to Lyddie’s Nathan as they floated in the pool.  

“I like playful banter, and when you stretch and I can see just that strip of skin between your shirt and your jeans.  I like th’way you look when you smoke.  And I... I like it like this... when you’re sweet t’me.” Win looked away, her gaze wavering.  “I know you all think I’m this tough, cool girl all the time, but I’m softer than I look... I just want someone to see that too.”

Nathan grinned, listening to every detail and nodding to show he was paying attention.  "All that can be arranged," he tucked a strand of Win's wet hair behind her ear and kissed her temple.  "I should probably work on bein' sweeter, t'you and t'Lyddie too, I can be sweet... and you girls deserve it.  I always knew there was a soft little heart under that bad girl exterior," Nathan teased, poking her playfully.  "That's why I love you, baby."

“I love you too, Nathan,” Win murmured, giving a tremulous smile as she blinked back the tears that had gathered in her eyes, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

Nathan held Win against his chest, he’d definitely noticed how teary she’d gotten, but he didn't wanna embarrass her by pointing it out.  He simply kissed the top of her head and sighed.  How could a moment be so romantic when they were both naked in a hotel pool past midnight after shagging?  It just was, it was special. 

"Wanna get back? I am pretty jet lagged," he said, stifling a yawn.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," Win agreed, Nathan's yawn infectious and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Helping Lyddie's Nathan out of the pool she grabbed two towels from the rack near the wall and wrapped hers around herself, tucking it around her chest as he wrapped his around his waist and grabbed their discarded clothes.  The elevator ride back to their floor was quiet, but Win didn't mind, Lyddie's Nathan's arm wrapped around her.

Nathan smiled when he saw Lydia and his clone already sleeping peacefully.  She looked so cute like that... 

"D'you think he figured it out yet?" he idly waved his hand making so both him and Win were dry and ready for bed.  It was weird to think he was so clueless when the very first time it happened back in the Community Centre, he immediately knew by the look in Lyddie's eyes.

"I doubt it," Win snorted, watching her boyfriend snoring softly, her heart constricting with affection.  "Say what you will about my Nathan, but he's not exactly the brightest sometimes," she murmured, crawling in the bed next to him, pulling Lyddie's Nathan with her.

"I feel like I should be offended..." he laughed, taking Win in his arms.  "But I'm too tired for that," he laughed, pulling the heavy duvet to cover all of them.  "Good night, baby."

"Good night, Natty," Win replied, scooting closer to press a kiss to his jaw before settling in his arms.

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Tag list: @magic-multicolored-miracle @midnightseance @messengeronthemoon @the-freckled-luba @firstpersonnarrator @spanishmossmagnolia @salvador-daley @forenschik @a-ghoulish-tale @love-is-dirty-baby @captainsheeballs

#misfits #misfits fic #nathan young #nathan young x oc #nathan x win #nathan x lyddie #otp: green apple lollipop #timeline anomaly’verse #collaboration

[just-jordie-things]

Dreaming of Us - Allison Argent

word count: 1882 warnings: swearing

(prompt forty four)

[ love is not just talk, but action ]

You sat on your apartment’s couch, leaning your head as far back as it could go and closed your eyes.  While you enjoyed your freedom, that of owning an apartment that was 100% yours and living in Oregon during your college years and truly becoming an adult, it was getting hard.

Bills, rent, gas, groceries, and not to mention the expense of college, made a serious dent in your bank account.  No, you weren’t really the type to go on a huge shopping spree with your girlfriend every weekend, so at first you didn’t think that being independant could really be that hard.  But boy were you wrong.  In fact you couldn’t possibly be more wrong.

Classes were beginning to stress you out, you didn’t need all the extra anxiety of getting kicked out of your complex added to it.

Just as you were ready to cry to relieve the stressors (which no, you admitted was not healthy but there wasn’t much of another option) there was a knocking on your door.

“Please don’t be the and lord please don’t be the landlord” You mumbled to yourself repeatedly, your fingers crossing as you walked to your door and opened it up with shut tight eyes.

“Hey n/n how’re you- why’re your eyes closed?” The sweet sound of Allison’s voice prompted you to open your eyes, a smile growing on your lips in relief that it was only your girlfriend, and not security ready to drag you off of the premises.

“Oh thank god, I thought you were gonna be a guy with an eviction notice” You breathed, stepping aside to let her in.  Allison gave you a wide eyed confused look as she took he boots off, setting them neatly by your door and hanging her coat up on her hook, the same way she always did when she came over.

“Eviction? What are you running a drug cartel here that you aren’t telling me about?” She asked with a chuckle, but concerned laced through her words.  You shook your head, shutting and locking the door.

“No, it’s just my rent is due in two days and I don’t even have half of it” You groaned, wandering towards the couch and collapsing onto it dramatically.

“Well how much of it do you need?” Allison pondered, making her way towards the couch as you squirmed around to get comfortable.

“A thousand.  A thousand dollars” You said in a monotone voice, dragging your hands from your eyes and dragging your skin all the way down to your chin before your limbs fell bonelessly onto the sofa cushions.

“Okay” Allison propped your head up to sit on the seat below, placing your head gently onto her lap as she thought.  “How about I just spot you the cash until you can pay me back?” She offered sweetly as she ran her fingers through your hair to calm you down.  It worked, and soon you were breathing softly out of content by the action.

“I don’t wanna take money from you Al, I promised I wasn’t gonna borrow money from friends” You told her.

“Okay, but I don’t want you to be kicked out of here.  I like it here, why else would I come here every day?” She asked and you looked up at her with playfully narrowed eyes.

“Because you love me and love spending time with your amazingly perfect and beautiful and talented and… smart… girlfriend?” You retorted sarcastically, but she didn’t nod and shrug like you thought she would’ve.  Instead she pretended to think about your response, eventually shaking her head.

“No, I think not” She said simply, and you rolled your eyes.

“Bitch” You muttered, and she chuckled.

“A bitch you’re head over heels in love with” She responded, and you smiled at her, leaning up to peck her lips quickly before laying back down.  Allison gave you a wink and went back to petting your hair.

“That I am” You sighed, nuzzling into her and curling up on the couch more into her body.  “But I’m also about to go broke” She let out a soft chuckle, her hands trailing to your face to stroke her fingers gently over your skin.

“I won’t let that happen” She hummed, and you sighed.  

“I’m not sure I’ve got much of a choice” You groaned.  Where were you supposed to get the other $500 by the end of the week?

“You’ll figure it out, you always do” She said softly, back to running her fingers through your hair and slowly untangling it.  “Why don’t you just rest, I’ll help you figure all this out when you wake up okay?” She offered gently, and you nodded.  Allison smiled softly as your eyes fluttered shut.

She continued her delicate caress on you as you fell asleep in her arms.  And soon she was beginning to drift off as well, so she wiggled out from under you, and laid down against the back of the couch, still holding onto you as she was comforted by your warmth.  You mumbled something in a content sigh and wrapped your arms around her middle, stroking her back ever so gently before falling right back into sleep again.

You laughed as Allison danced around the apartment, holding a box labeled CLOTHES by a thick black sharpie.  She carried it back to the room while you went through the both of yours’ dishes and silverware, deciding what you needed and what you could sell.  A song you didn’t know but had a joyful melody was blasting through the flat as the both of you unpacked your girlfriend’s things together.

“Hey, when we break, we seriously need to have a talk about this painting” You called to her, and she came out of the bedroom while tying her hair up into a messy bun.

“What painting?” She replied, and you held up the one that she had to have known you were speaking of.  Allison pouted.  “What’s there to talk about? Isn’t it awesome?”

You raised an inquisitive brow and looked at the elaborate painting of a wolf howling to a full moon, a very dramatic portrait if you do say so.

“What? Lydia made it for Scott” Allison couldn’t say it with a straight face.  Both of your brows shot up as you looked between her and the large frame in your hands.

“Then why do you have it?” You asked and Allison pursed her lips.

“Lost a bet” She responded and you let out a laugh.

“Well why don’t you go win a bet and ship it back to them because it is not going up on the walls of our home” Allison smiled brightly at the words, even though you denied the work of art that she’d been stuck with.  “What? Oh god what’s that look for?” You asked, a slight wince taking over your features as you visibly deflated, preparing yourself for her argument as to why the painting was staying.

“As long as it’s our home,” Allison walked over and set the frame on the counter, taking both of your hands in hers.  “I don’t care what stays or goes” A big grin tugged on your lips as you pushed forward and kissed her softly, your hands releasing hers to cup around her face.  When you parted Allison’s doe eyes batted lovingly as she pulled you back in for a quick kiss and a tight embrace.

“I’m so happy about this, I’m so happy about us” You told her, and she planted a few little kisses up and down the side of your face.

“I’m happy about this too.  This is good for us, a new step” She pulled away to look at you, the both of you smiling like you were newlyweds.

Your eyes opened, almost quickly enough to make Allison jump.  She’d been cuddling with you not having slept for very long, but you’d stayed passed out in her arms for a while.

“You gave me a start” She chuckled softly as she pushed your hair out of your face.  “Did you have a bad dream babe?” You shook your head, he corners of your lips beginning to turn up into a brilliant smile.

“No, not at all” You whispered, and Allison raised a curious brow as to what your wide smile and sparkling eyes were hiding.

“What’re you up to? Why’re you looking at me like that?” She asked, but you just laid silently staring at her.  Allison grew anxious as she laughed nervously.  “y/n what is it? What’re you thinking abou-”

“Move in with me” The brunette huntress blinked, absolute shock crashing over her in an intense wave, and a watery smile began to ease onto her lips.

“Really?” She murmured, and you nodded gently.

“Really” You assured, and she let out a laugh, a sound of excitement that was like music to your ears as her hold on you tightened.  “Allison you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, I love you, you’re here all the time why not just take the step? We’ll split rent it’ll be so much cheaper for the both of us” You went on and on about all the great reasoning and Allison’s heart fluttered at every one of them.  “Alli, I love you, I want this, I really want this with you”

There were tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I want this with you too” She cried, kissing you tentatively, and you chuckled, wiping her lips of her salty tears with your thumb, before sliding your lips against hers again  “I love you” She whispered, her arms wrapping around your neck and tangling into your hair.  “I love you so much” She cried between sweet kisses and you pulled her further against you.

But you pulled a little to quickly and you both rolled off of the sofa, luckily missing hitting your heads on the coffee table, but not so lucky as you landed with a thump  on the ground.  You groaned as your back hit the floor, Allison lying with her chest over yours, also groaning in pain as her legs landed awkwardly in the space between yours.

“Well that wasn’t as romantic as I was hoping for” You grumbled, rubbing the back of your head.  Allison chuckled, holding her wait over you and leaning down to kiss your lips gently, her long hair cascading onto your shoulders and pooling on the carpeted floor.

“I don’t care” She whispered.  “I’m still too happy” Your eyes shut as you winced.

“Well I’m just gonna be happy and in pain” You mumbled, and Allison’s eyes rolled at your dramatics.  She stood up off of you and helped you to your feet.

“Come on drama queen, we gotta go buy some moving boxes” She said with an eager skip in her step as she went towards your door for her shoes and coat.  The ache in your body went away as you followed her.

This was maybe the best choice you could’ve made, and as you watched Allison skip out into the hallway towards the elevator, it only confirmed your thoughts.

It was almost simple, the way that she was the one for you.

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“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” Scisaac please oh please

this ask is like two years old and i am sorry for this! the fic involves jealous isaac, flirty erica, and oblivious scott. totally au. told from erica’s pov.

always taking fic prompts

Erica sits down across the table from Allison and Lydia, who both just flick their eyebrows up at her. Ever since they started dating, they’ve become like a two-headed monster. Even Erica’s noticed, and she doesn’t exactly hang out with the cool kids. “Erica,” Lydia says coolly. “What can we do for you?”

“More like what can I do for us.” Allison blinks, now intrigued, and Lydia leans forward. “Listen. I know you have a betting pool going on when Lahey and McCall will get together.”

They glance at each other, and then back to Erica. “And how do you know that?” Allison asks.

Erica considers this for a moment. “Let’s just say a friend of a friend told me,” Erica says. She’s not technically lying. Cora came to her after Jackson had come to her, complaining about how Isaac was always mooning after Scott. Erica doesn’t know any of them particularly well, but she does like money.

“Anyway, since you two are the two-headed love monster, I’ve figure you have your bets hedged together, right?” They look at each other again, but Erica just keeps talking. “Well, I’ll tell you what. You add me in on one of your time slots, and I’ll have them together by then.”

Allison wrinkles her nose. “I don’t know,” she says, “isn’t that a little bit like cheating?”

Lydia glances desperately at Erica. Uh oh, One girlfriend’s already in, now she’s just gonna hook the other one. “I wouldn’t think of it as cheating,” she says. “I would think of it as hiring an independent contractor.”

There’s a pause. And then Allison shrugs. “Alright,” she says.

In seconds, Lydia’s taken out her phone and scrolled down her events calendar. “You’re added on for the week of November first,” she says. Erica begins a mental countdown in her head.

She smiles at both girls and, to her surprise, they smile back. “Pleasure doing business with you,” she says. Then she spins on her heel and heads toward the other side of the cafeteria.

–

September 23rd

Erica plops her things down next to Scott McCall’s in chemistry. He looks up and smiles warmly at her. “Hey,” she says. “Mind if I sit here?”

Of course he doesn’t mind. It’s Scott - Beacon Hill’s resident hunk with a heart of gold. He nods and clears away his stuff from her side of the table, giving her plenty of room to spread out her things. He turns to her and gives her a small wave. “I’m Scott,” he says.

“Oh, I know,” she says. Then she pretends to duck her head in embarrassment as he raises his eyebrows. “Sorry, I mean… I’m Erica.”

He grins. “It’s all good. Nice to meet you, Erica.”

She smiles as softly as she can. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”

Just then, Isaac Lahey busts in through the front door. He looks to Scott and smiles, waving a little. Scott beams and waves back. Erica just looks back and forth between them and, silently, thinks that this just might be easier than taking candy from a baby. To be determined, she supposes.

Then Isaac looks to her and frowns, tipping his head and furrowing his eyebrows. He finally makes his way to their table. “Hey,” he says. “I’m Isaac.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says. “I’m Erica.” Then she looks between the two of them, who seem to be communicating with simple glances. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you guys, like, a thing? Should I leave?”

They both immediately blush, ears and cheeks going red. “No, you’re fine,” Scott says. “We’re not a thing. We don’t have to sit together.”

“Yeah,” Isaac rushes to agree. “I’ll, uh, go sit with Kira.” He smiles at them both, a semi-strained smile, and heads back to go sit with Kira, whoever that is. Erica just smiles at Scott, who smiles back, and then the class begins.

–

September 30th

Erica has been sitting with Scott in chemistry for the past week, and now it’s time to put the next phase of her plan into action. She tells Cora and Boyd and Malia that she’s going to be skipping lunch for a while, then plants herself at the empty table nearest to the door. Most kids ignore the girl eating by herself.

Not Scott McCall.

Sure enough, about ten minutes into lunch she feels a hand on her shoulder. Scott smiles down at her. “Hey,” he says. “Erica. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” she says, smiling sweetly. “I’m just eating lunch.”

Scott smiles, even though he’s quite genuine about it, and glances across the lunchroom. Allison, Lydia, and a few other people Erica doesn’t immediately recognize are there, laughing and talking. “Would you like to come sit with us?” he asks.

She bites her lip and looks to the table, trying her best to seem longing for human contact. “Will your friends be okay with it?” she asks.

She looks back to Scott, whose eyes are soft and pitying. “Of course,” he assures.

Hook, line, sinker.

Erica follows him back to his table. Scott stands at the head where, presumably, he sits. He clears his throat and they all immediately look up at them both. “Guys, this is Erica,” he says. “She’ll be sitting with us. Erica, this is… everyone.”

She chuckles lightly. “Hi,” she says. Allison and Lydia look at her with wide eyes, but thankfully say nothing. They would just be blowing their own money if they did, anyway.

He gestures to the empty seat to his right and she sits, spreading out her lunch.

Just as the first time, Isaac Lahey arrives a few moments later, this time with a petite Asian girl. They both look at Scott and then Erica, both seeming confused and disoriented. “Oh,” he says, blinking. “Hey, Erica.”

She smiles and waves. “Hi, Isaac.”

He frowns and sits at the other end of the table. Then she looks to Scott, who looks worried.

–

October 5th

Much of the same has been happening. Except now Erica has begun to slip in little things that will kickstart the whole volcanic meltdown she has planned for Isaac.

Little touches on Scott’s biceps, offering him her leftovers when she isn’t hungry, calling him ‘honey’ or ‘babe’ in a platonic way. It’s the little things that add up.

– 

October 16th

She’s afraid Isaac has begun to notice.

For instance, he’s reclaimed his seat at the lunch table. It began one day when he and Scott were sharing homework, and then it became an every day thing. And he’s definitely eyeing her seat in chemistry.

She only has a week or two to get them together, and she can’t help them if one of them keeps foiling her plans. She needs to do something and soon.

Lahey may be winning the battles, but the war will not be over so quickly.

–

October 21st

However, she doesn’t have time to do anything before Scott does it for her.

She closes her locker and he’s standing behind it, grinning that goofy and friendly grin he has for all his friends. “Hey!” he says. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m having a party at my house for Halloween.” He pauses and then adds, “You’re invited, obviously. I’m not just telling you to rub it in.”

She rolls her eyes, but fondly. Scott actually is a super sweet, dorky kid. She likes him. “Thanks,” she says. “That’s nice of you. When is it?”

“Oh, it’s on Halloween,” he says. “And it’s honestly not even much of a party, more of a movie night. The gang gets together and watches a bunch of scary movies.”

She pretends to wince. “Oh, gosh, I don’t like scary movies all that much.” This is a lie. She loves scary movies. She’s seen every Scream movie ever produced at least three times. “They’re, you know. Pretty scary.”

“Well, I hear that’s why they’re called that,” Scott teases. Erica snorts. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’ll sit next to you the whole time. That way Stiles won’t be a dick and creep you out or anything.”

That’s actually really sweet of him. She grins. “I would love to come.”

Then… she feels it. The opportunity to advance. She glances up the hallway to see Isaac staring right at them, a weird kind of fury on his face. She spins back to Scott. “Hey, there’s something on your face,” she says abruptly. “Can I get it?”

He barely has a confirmation out of his mouth before she reaches up and cups his face with her hand. She rubs her thumb on the invisible smudge on his face a few times and then lets go. “Got it,” she says.

He smiles. “Thanks,” he says. Then he heads off in the other direction.

–

October 31st

When Erica shows up to Scott’s Halloween-costume-movie-viewing party, no one else is there but her and Scott. Which is perfect - exactly how she planned it. She helps Scott set up and picks some of the movies. (She insists on Scream, even though she’s supposedly afraid of scary movies. So she’s a fan, sue her.)

Lydia, Allison, and Kira arrive next. Danny and Stiles are right behind them. Then Liam, then Jackson, and finally Isaac. Isaac, fittingly enough, is dressed in a toga like the Greek God he is. But he’s too late. Erica is already sitting on the two-person couch next to Scott, her hand on his thigh, halfway through the bowl of popcorn. He looks absolutely furious.

They watch three movies, and Erica screams (along with Kira) at all the appropriate times to convince everyone of her horror. She clings onto Scott and even buries her face into his shoulder at one point. Her old drama teacher would have given her an ‘A’ for this one.

–

November 1st

There’s some rustling and a dull thud. Then silence. Suddenly, voices - they’re slightly strained, but you can still just make out what they’re saying.

“I just… I don’t trust her.”

“Why not? She’s so sweet and super nice. Isaac, I think you’d like her if you gave her a chance.”

“I don’t see why I should. She’s always all over you. It’s Scott, Scott, Scott.”

“She doesn’t have a lot of friends and she trusts me.”

“Yeah, well, if she’s never given us a chance, why should I give her one?”

A lengthy pause. You can hear someone’s breathing, deliberately quieted.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

An even lengthier pause. “No.”

“You totally are!”

“Well, should I not be? She doesn’t know we’re together. No one does.”

“Isaac, do you even know how much I love you?” No response. “Would it make you feel better if we told all of our friends today?”

“… Today? At, like, lunch?”

“Yeah. I’ll even tell Erica myself. How’s that sound?”

“… Okay.”

The recording cuts off.

Allison and Lydia stare down at the recorder in total disbelief. Erica smirks at them. “Looks like my work here is done,” she says.

“They’ve been dating this whole time?” Allison murmurs. “How did none of us know?”

“They’re very sneaky,” Erica says. “It was hard finding them this morning. In the autobiographical section of BHHS library. Exhausting.” She picks up her backpack and smiles. “See you at lunch, girls. I’ll be expecting my third of the cut.” And then she walks off, on her way to third period.

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POOL HALL ~ DEREK HALE (coffee shop part 2)

Prompt - part 2 of coffee shop, Derek takes the reader on their date - “Haven’t you heard the saying? “If you can’t find the one being hustled in the pool hall, then it’s probably you.”

Warnings, none (possible swearing at the end)

Pairing - Derek x reader

A/N - the request was just for a part 2 so I’ve added the prompt myself hope you all like it.

Story ~

Derek entered the coffee shop walking up to you. His bright smile and eyes shine as the light hits his face from the window. "hi” was all he said making you blush a light shade of pink. He orders his drinks and takes them back to his table waiting for his friends.

The whole time he was there you couldn’t help but glance over every two minutes smiling when you saw his broody expression as Stiles was talking to him. Blushing every time he’d catch you looking giving you a sweet smirk.

20 minutes you looked up at Lydia walking over to get cupcakes and refills for the group “do you know what’s he’s planning for tomorrow?” you ask nervously. You and Lydia had spoken more since Derek asked you out last week. She was quickly becoming a friend.

“he didn’t know what to do so I told to take you to that fancy restaurant out of town so I think he’s doing that,” she said thanking you for the cakes heading back to the table.

—–

The Pack left but Derek stayed, he watched y/n wipe a few tables laughing with her coworker as they danced to a song in the radio. After getting another drink I see writing on the cup ‘Mr. Green eyes’ the new nickname she’d given me. It made me laugh that she put it even though she knew my name now.

Derek could sense the anxiety coming from her, going back to his table he sees her talking and listens in. “Lydia said we’re going to a fancy restaurant, do you think I could just say I’m sick” y/n says to the boy she works with “no your not bailing out on your date look y/n I’m not letting you” Derek started to worry you didn’t like him. “I want to go out with him I mean look at him he’s gorgeous, I just don’t do fancy restaurants I’d rather go somewhere low key the pub or something,” you say. Derek smirked to himself feeling an ego boost by your words.

The next day Derek didn’t come to the coffee shop, he didn’t want to give y/n to back out. He knew what he was going to say and do to make her feel more comfortable.

You had gotten ready thinking now was too late to back out. Derek knocked at 7 on the dot. You opened the door he looked stunning in black shirt jeans n he’s signature leather jacket. He handed you a bunch of roses making you blush as his sweetness.

After getting you coat you walk to his car. “so what would you like to do?” He asks with a devious smirk like he already knows “we can go to this restaurant Lydia suggested or I know a nice quiet pub we could have drinks, does a nice pizza” you smile at him amazed. “Pizza sounds good to me” you answer as he opens the car door for you.

You walk into the bar sitting in the both. He asked you what you wanted. He came back with a pint and (y/f/d) you both laugh and chat while eating pizza. I turn out you both had more in common than your love for cupcakes, you both liked to read and spend time outside in the woods. You told him about your weekends as a child camping he told you about his favorite places hidden in beacon hills reserve.

Derek saw you looking at the pool table asked if you wanted to play. You nodded walking over setting up as Derek got some more drinks for you both.

“I’m pretty good at this” he smiles confidently. He brakes as you have some more of your drink. “okay so what balls are mine?” you ask smirking at him. You lean down taking your shot completely missing the other ball hitting another. Derek laughs as you pout missing the easy shot.

Derek hits the strip you missed putting it easy leading for his next shot. Derek showed off putting another 2 balls in. You suspect he missed the next ball deliberately. As you lean down to have you go, he stops you. “lower the cue so it’s level, like this” he says standing behind you. He puts his arm around you shifting his body to correct yours, You feel the back of the cue drop as his hand drapes over yours moving it a little. “feel better” he says his breath hot on the side of your neck, making you giggle. Together you both pot your ball, again he helps you with your next shot, he leans you over table your heart pounds as he moves you around you. You feel the cue hitting the ball as Derek move the cue.

Derek wins the first game when the waitress brings your pizza over. You both eat as Derek sets up another game. You both we’re flirty full of laughter and smiles Derek had bet you the last slice of pizza if he won the second game. He smirked as he won taking it.

“one more game,” you said smirking “if you win I buy the pizza next time and if win well I’m sure I’ll think of something” Derek laughed this will be easy he thought to himself. “I’ll break,” you say smiling to yourself Derek agreed. You take your shot putting in a spot from the break. Derek frowned his eyebrows but thought it was beginner’s luck. But boy was he wrong.

Your put every ball in one after another calling the pocket he was closest too. When the black went in the look on his face was priceless, “you... You can” Derek started unable to get his words out. You chuckled walking around the table to him hugging his waist “Haven’t you heard the saying? If you can’t find the one being hustled in the pool hall, then it’s probably you”. He looked amazed he’d been played giving you a smile. You both sat and had a few more drinks you told him how your family owned a pool hall when you were a child and could play like a pro “why did you act like you didn’t know how too?” He asked making you go a shade of pink he loved so much “I wanted to flirt get close have fun” you say sultry this time he went red smirking biting his lip.

Derek drove you home you both stood on your doorstep “I know what I want as my prize” you tell him. He looks worried but he’s also intrigued. “a kiss and another date pizza is on me,” you say stepping closer to him. He grabs you back sweetly kissing you. When he backs away your head spins and your stomach fills with butterflies “you want to go out with me again” you nodded “yes I do” Derek couldn’t hide the smile he had. He had smiled most of the night but this one was different pure happiness was the only way to describe it “see you Monday” he said as you walked me to your house.

Derek drove home unable to believe he’s found the love of his life. The night was nothing like he’d expected and the fact y/n and fooled him and then kicked is ass mad him crazier for you it was the best date he’d ever been on and couldn’t wait to go out again.

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